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THREE WEEKS & THREE DAYS - P.SH

pairing. best friend's ex!sunghoon x reader

genre. best friend's ex au, halloween au, smut, angst (if you squint).

word count. 12.2k+

warnings. alcohol consumption, drug usage, partying, driving under the influence, toxic relationships, themes of divorce, brief mention of physical abuse, smut [car sex, use of handcuffs, oral, praise kink/dirty talk, creampie]

summary. a stressful night at a Halloween party has you seeking comfort from the last person you should be involved with — your best friend's ex.

a/n. HIGHLY HIGHLY inspired by season 2 episode 1 of euphoria! this is a work of pure fiction and is NOT a reflection of how i view the members. despite writing this story, i DO NOT condone the dangerous choices the characters in this fic make and DO NOT encourage others to do so! read at your own discretion. also, very special thanks to @zreamy for beta-reading this for me!!

When you were six, you spent Halloween night lying on a hospital bed dressed as Hannah Montana.

Everything happened so fast; one moment, you were trick-or-treating with your father and younger sister while scarfing down a Snickers bar for the first time (a king-sized one at that), and the next, your dad was rushing you to the hospital in a panic, tears in his eyes as he encouraged you to stay awake in the backseat.

By the time you’d arrived at the hospital, your body had gone completely limp, and your father struggled to carry both you and your younger sister into the hospital lobby. From what you can remember, it was like a scene from a movie: seeing your dad cry for the first time, being wheeled into an unfamiliar bright room on a mobile bed, all while dressed as your favorite popstar.

The scariest part of the night was shortly after arriving at the hospital and catching a glimpse of your reflection, not recognizing the person staring back at you. The blonde wig and blue eye contacts were to be expected, but the swollen face and half-lidded eyes were another. Had you been able to breathe (let alone talk), you likely would’ve given your sister a classic Halloween jumpscare.

Your mother had arrived only a few minutes after you did, yelling at your father loud enough to have the hospital staff threaten to kick her out. “You forgot she was allergic to peanuts?! Where was her fucking EpiPen?!”

Your dad sighed, running a hand across his face, “I forgot to pick it up. I’ve been busy with…you know.”

She scoffs, “You don’t think I’ve been busy too?! Especially now that we have to meet with the divorce lawyer once a week?!”

Your ears perk up at that, “Divorce?”

You hadn’t known much about the true meaning of divorce, except that it’s something your friend’s parents had gone through, and now he gets two of everything. Two birthdays, two Christmases, two lives. So simple yet so perfect, what child wouldn’t dream of that?

Your parents, who hadn’t even known you were awake, silence themselves immediately. Tears quickly form in your mother’s eyes as she realizes they’d been caught, trying their best to keep the news of their divorce as quiet as possible, waiting for the right moment to explain to you and your sister, Yuna, the real meaning of it, and how different your lives would be.

It dawns on them that there’s no point trying to keep this secret any longer. You were a smart kid, it was probably only a matter of time before you found out on your own, anyway.

All in one night, you managed to survive a near-death experience, only to be followed by the news of your parents’ divorce. And somehow, at twenty-three years old, watching Lee Heeseung flirt with random girls at a Halloween party is much worse than everything you experienced that cursed night in 2007.

“Can you at least pretend that you’re having a good time?!” You can barely hear Minjeong over how loud the music is, her words fading in and out as you take a sip from your cup.

“I am having a good time, isn’t it obvious?” you reply, showing Minjeong your best fake smile.

Grinning, Minjeong shakes her head at you. “Not at all. Here, need a refill?”

Without waiting for your response, Minjeong hops off the kitchen counter and snatches the red solo cup in your hand. You don’t bother protesting, sighing as you rest your weight against the marble countertop, while she adds a mix of different ingredients to your cup.

When she’s not looking, you tilt your head in the direction of the living room, hoping to get a glance at Heeseung through the sea of drunken college students.

The only word that can be used to describe your relationship with Heeseung is ‘unfortunate’. You were together for six months, and spent most of the time fighting, making up, and having sex. It was a relentless, tiresome cycle you allowed yourself to succumb to just for the sake of not having to be alone.

Most of the arguments would start with you questioning Heeseung’s loyalty, growing suspicious upon seeing his username pop up in the likes section of random girls on social media. In hindsight, it seems like a silly thing to get upset over. The entire purpose of social media was to connect and interact with others anyway, but, why was it always girls? And why would these girls suddenly start watching your stories?

Breaking up with him was harder than you could’ve imagined, and you’re sure you wouldn’t have been able to do it without Minjeong by your side, encouraging you through the entire process.

The aftermath was embarrassingly excruciating. For two weeks, you locked yourself in your bedroom and fell into a cycle of sleeping and crying, occasionally taking breaks to eat or use the restroom. At one point, your phone spent a full forty-eight hours without being turned on at all, causing your loved ones to panic upon not being able to get ahold of you.

Slowly but surely you managed to build yourself back up, finally starting to feel like your old self when Heeseung suggested the two of you get back together.

You were hesitant, of course, telling Heeseung you were willing to work things out if he can prove to you he’s changed and ready to be the loyal, doting boyfriend he should’ve been from the start.

So no, you’re not together. But you’re also not not together. It’s confusing.

A football player is blocking your view of Heeseung (dressed as a cowboy), you have to stand on your tip-toes to catch a glimpse of him talking to — wait, who is that?

“Patrick would not stand for this.” Minjeong interrupts your thoughts, poking fun at your costume choice of a female Patrick Bateman.

You shrug, pretending to act clueless. “I wasn’t doing anything.”

Minjeong rolls her eyes, shoving your cup back into your hand “Sure, you weren’t. Come on, cheers with me.”

“To what?” you ask, suspiciously eyeing the drink she’s just handed you. Minjeong isn’t that great of a cook, so you can imagine she’s not the best bartender either. In fact, it’d be best if she stayed far away from any sort of kitchen appliance.

She thinks for a moment then excitedly extends her cup out to you. “To getting over our shitty ex-boyfriends!”

Minjeong’s ex was Park Sunghoon, they dated on and off for a year and a half before calling it quits over the summer. You don’t remember the exact reason why they broke up, there were many different factors. It didn’t matter, they were bad for each other anyway and the relationship was entirely too toxic for either of their wellbeing.

You don’t know much about Sunghoon aside from the things Minjeong felt comfortable enough to share with you and the fact that he is on the university’s hockey team with Heeseung. You’ve probably had a handful of conversations and interactions with Sunghoon in the entire time of knowing him, and are more than happy with things staying that way.

Holding your cup up high, you match Minjeong’s smile and tap your cup against hers. “To getting over our ex-boyfriends!”

The drink is disgusting. You quickly turn away so you don’t hurt your best friend’s feelings by gagging at the taste. She manages to down her entire cup while you make quick work of pouring a majority of yours down the sink behind you.

Minjeong stares down at her empty cup with wide eyes, licking the remains off her plump lips. “Holy shit, that was so good. Do you want more? I’m gonna make myself another cup.”

“I’m good for now, thanks,” you say, snatching your cup away when she reaches for it. Minjeong raises a brow at you, and you follow up with, “I should wait before having another drink.”

She nods understandingly, and you give yourself a mental pat on the back for coming up with that so quickly.

While she’s occupied with making another drink, your eyes trail back over towards Heeseung. The football player from earlier is gone, and now that your view is no longer obstructed, you watch in confusion as Heeseung now has this mystery girl by the waist, leaning his head down close to her lips as she whispers something in his ear.

This really is worse than Halloween 2007.

“Hey.” You tap Minjeong’s shoulder. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

She follows your line of sight, scowling when it lands on Heeseung. “YN, don’t make a big deal out of this. You guys technically aren’t even together.”

“Relax, I’m just going to say hi.” You assure her, moving to head towards Heeseung when Minjeong stops you with a hand on your chest. “Think about this, please.”

You sigh, using your free hand to clutch hers and slowly bring it down from your chest. “I’ll be fine. Be back soon so we can dance, okay?”

Minjeong knows she won’t be able to stop you once your mind is made up, all she can do is sigh and wish you the best as you make a beeline for your ex. Maybe not the greatest idea on your part, but you’re too tipsy to think rationally.

Heeseung doesn’t notice you when you first approach, it takes the mystery girl awkwardly gesturing in your direction for him to finally look over at you, immediately dropping his hand from the girl’s waist. “YN!” He shouts, a little too excitedly, nervously scratching the back of his neck.

A few minutes later, you find yourself in an unfamiliar bedroom with Heeseung on step one of your toxic cycle — arguing.

“You’re overreacting,” Heeseung claims. “We were just talking.”

“About what, Heeseung? Why did you have to hold her by the fucking waist to talk to her?”

“Because! She was drunk! I was holding her up so she wouldn’t fall and hurt herself!”

“Who gives a shit if she falls? She’s not your fucking girlfriend.”

“Yeah, well, neither are you.”

His words shouldn’t hurt as much as they do because he’s right; despite trying to work on things, you aren’t his girlfriend. You were the one who said you weren’t ready to get back together, not him. You shouldn’t be upset with him for talking to other girls.

And yet, here you are with tears in your eyes.

You nod silently, avoiding his gaze as a lump forms in your throat.

Heeseung must realize how much his words have affected you if the way he curses at himself, and shamefully runs a hand across his face is anything to go by. “Listen, I’m sor-”

“Don’t bother.” You stand from the bed, holding back a sob.“Everything about this was a mistake. You’ll never change.”

Heeseung reaches a hand out to grab your arm as you push past him. “YN, I didn’t mean it.”

“Yeah, Heeseung, you did mean it,” you say, pulling the bedroom door open.

There is no point in trying to reason with Heeseung. You know in a matter of time he’ll apologize, you’ll accept it like you always do, have make-up sex, then lecture him about how important it is that he changes before you can consider getting back together. Another endless cycle you’ve fallen into.

Stepping back into the party, you head in the opposite direction of where Minjeong would be, not wanting to run into her in your current state and bump right into someone dressed as Spiderman, causing the little remains of your drink to spill over and knock to the ground. You’re grateful that a crucial part of Patrick Bateman’s costume involved a plastic raincoat, or else your outfit would have suffered a dark blue stain.

“Oh my God, YN! I’m so sorry!” Spider-Man apologizes with a thick Australian accent.

“Jake?” You question, gesturing for him to take the mask off.

He follows your command, face bright red from embarrassment or alcohol. Probably both.

“Yeah, haha, hey. Really sorry about that, I can get you a new drink.” Jake turns in the direction of the kitchen before you stop him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s fine, Jake. Do you know where the bathroom is?”

Jake thinks for a moment, scratching at the small amount of stubble that’s graced his chin. He really does make a perfect Spider-Man, and if you weren’t so upset, you probably would’ve stayed and told him that.

“Upstairs, all the way down the hall. Wait! It’s occupied, people are doing coke in there, I think.”

Great.

You sigh. “Do you know if there’s another one I can use?”

“I’m pretty sure there’s one.” Jake turns, pointing to a door at the end of the hallway. “Right there. I saw a few people come in and out.”

Thanking Jake, you follow his direction and head to the door at the end of the hallway.

It’s a garage, not a bathroom. But, as long as you get a moment alone, you don’t really care where you are.

After shutting the door behind you, you sit on top of a washing machine and flinch at the cold metal sending chills down your thighs.

You shouldn’t have come out tonight, you don’t even care about Halloween to begin with. It’s an overrated holiday, you wish you would’ve convinced Minjeong to stay in with you and have a classic horror movie marathon while eating takeout and pausing to hand out (peanut-free) candy to trick-or-treaters.

Though, you’re sure you still would’ve spent the better half of the night obsessively tapping through Heeseung’s Instagram stories or trying to spot him in the background of someone else’s. It was a lose-lose situation no matter what, and you find yourself wondering if there’s an end to this unhealthy cycle.

Despite being so young when it happened, you’re sure your parents’ divorce obstructed your view of love and how a healthy adult relationship should work. Your father went on to have short-lived relationships with younger women who were using him for his money, while your mother remained single and chose to criticize her ex-husband’s current lifestyle choices. They couldn’t even co-parent in peace, always making petty comments to the other during drop-offs and pick-ups, finding any and every little thing to start arguing about.

One time in particular, after spending the weekend at your father’s house, your mother slapped him in a Dairy Queen parking lot upon realizing his new girlfriend had taken you and your sister to get your ears pierced. You didn’t actually see the slap happen, but it was loud enough to echo through the empty parking lot and hard enough to leave a red mark on his face.

The memory has tears forming in your eyes for the umpteenth time tonight, but before any of them have the chance to trickle down, the garage door swings open.

You turn, and Park Sunghoon (dressed as a police officer) is staring back at you with a confused look on his face. He opens and closes his mouth a few times before pointing in the direction of the party. “Uh, Jake said this was the bathroom.”

Shaking your head, you offer him a small smile. “No, the bathroom’s upstairs but it’s being used. If you really have to go, I’m pretty sure that door leads to the backyard.” You nod your head in the direction of the other door, and Sunghoon picks up on what you’re implying.

He thanks you before jogging over to the exit, setting his cup down on a metal dog crate before turning the knob and pushing open the door.

Sunghoon stands far enough out of frame that you only see a portion of his backside, and once the sound of him pissing on the grass hits your ears, you wonder why he didn’t bother to close the door in the first place.

Men.

He clears his throat awkwardly, “So, you s–”

You cut him off. “Let’s just wait until you’re done, please.”

Sunghoon nods, mumbling, “Right, right.”

He finishes up a few seconds later, zipping his pants back up and properly adjusting himself before returning to the garage, closing the door behind him and picking his drink back up in the process. “So, I’m guessing you’re…upset because of Heeseung?”

You let out a sad chuckle that sounds more like a sob. “Lucky guess. He’s just so fucking confusing, I can’t take it.”

“You’ll be alright,” Sunghoon responds, slipping his phone from his pants pocket and unlocking it. “Heeseung’s a douchebag.”

This catches you off guard, and you’re laughing before you even realize it. “Isn’t he your friend?”

Sunghoon shakes his head, narrowing his eyes at his phone as he scrolls. “Not really. We don’t talk much if it isn’t related to hockey or school.”

A beat of silence passes, then you ask, “When Heeseung and I were together, did he mention anything about cheating on me? Or talking to other girls?”

Sunghoon glances up at you for a split second, taking in how sad and hopeful you look before returning his gaze to the weather app he’d been using to distract himself.

He wasn’t sure if Heeseung went as far as physically cheating on you, but he was definitely talking to other girls behind your back; proudly showing the hockey team countless nudes and vulgar photos they would send him, some of them coming from your own friends.

Sunghoon can’t tell you this, you’re upset enough as it is.

“I wouldn’t know, I always tuned him out whenever he talked.”

Though he’s not sure what answer you were hoping for, Sunghoon can tell you’re a little disappointed by his response. Truthfully, he didn’t feel like getting involved in anyone else’s drama. If you wanted clarity from Heeseung, you should’ve gone straight to the source.

“Sorry,” you apologize, feeling slightly embarrassed that you probably made things awkward, “have you seen Minjeong?”

Your attempt to change the subject seems to work, because Sunghoon scoffs loudly at your question and shoves his phone back in his pocket. “Have I seen the girl that just spent ten minutes yelling at me? Yeah, we may have crossed paths.” He says sarcastically, shaking his head before taking a sip of his drink.

“Yell at you? For what?”

“She fuckin’…I guess before we broke up she said I should dress up as a cop for Halloween and I must’ve said no, and now she’s saying I only dressed up like this,” he gestures towards himself, “to spite her. Fuckin’ insanity.”

“Well, did you?” You can’t help but ask, Minjeong would always go on for hours about how spiteful of a person Sunghoon was.

He shrugs, mindlessly tracing the rim of the red solo cup with his pointer finger, “Maybe, but this is all that was left in my size at the party store.”

You’re surprised Sunghoon makes you laugh as much as he does, and maybe that’s a bad thing since it’s making you enjoy talking to him. Though he technically isn’t your enemy, he’s definitely not a person you should enjoy having a conversation with. It’s not appropriate, he’s the ex boyfriend of your best friend; all your ties to him were cut the moment Minjeong broke up with him.

You should tell him to leave, that you’re really upset over Heeseung and prefer to be alone, but you don’t. Instead, you keep the conversation going, laughing every joke he makes and completely forgetting why you were upset to begin with.

Halfway through telling Sunghoon about the horrid drink Minjeong had prepared for you, your legs grow numb from having been sat on for so long. You untuck them from underneath your body, not thinking much of it as you continue on with the story, legs dangling against the cold washing machine.

Sunghoon takes notice, though, his eyes quickly darting down to the space between your legs and the white fabric that’s suddenly visible to him due to the short length of your skirt. You miss it the first time he does it, but the second and third time are hard to ignore, especially now that he doesn’t seem to mind being caught.

You really should cross your legs or call him out on his staring. Or maybe even get up and leave entirely.

To no one’s surprise you don’t do either of those things and opt to keep your panties visible enough for Sunghoon to see while you continue to talk his ear off about his ex-girlfriend. There’s something unspoken happening between the two of you, and it’s exciting yet confusing since this is the longest conversation you’ve had with him in the two years you’ve known each other.

The strangest part of it all is that you’re just now realizing how attractive Sunghoon is, Sure, he’d always been a good looking guy, but you’d always seen him as Minjeong’s property and never paid much attention to his face out of respect for her.

But Minjeong no longer has a claim on him, and now you really notice the perfectly placed moles that graced the side of his nose and under his eye. He really was a sight to behold, you often find yourself stumbling over your words as you speak to him, becoming flustered over the intensity of the eye contact he’d been making with you.

“…my throat is still burning and it’s been, like, twenty minutes.” You say with a laugh, watching as Sunghoon finishes off his own drink.

He sets the empty cup down, licking the remaining alcohol on his lips before smacking them, “Yeah, I wouldn’t trust her in a kitchen. I’m not that good either, though. There was this one time I had to make brownies for our hockey team’s bake sale and they turned out awful. It’s like, half of them were watery and the other half were burnt. So weird.”

“That doesn’t even sound possible.”

“I’m serious! Hold on, I probably have a picture.”

It takes Sunghoon approximately forty-five seconds of scrolling through his Snapchat memories to find a photo of those godforsaken brownies, and sure enough, they really are a watery, burnt mess. Not that you can even focus on the picture to begin with now that he’s sitting next to you on the washing machine, and you’re finally able to see him up close.

Sunghoon’s words go in one ear and out the other, because now you’re close enough to smell the cologne he’s dabbed on the back of his neck, and notice the metal handcuffs hooked in his belt loop, and it makes it hard to focus on anything else. Especially his uninteresting story about those stupid fucking brownies.

When Sunghoon locks his phone, you take it as a sign that he’s finished with his story and let out another laugh, “Not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that.”

“I’m a man of many talents,” he jokes, slightly slurring his words.

Maybe it’s the fact that his voice sounds deeper than usual, or that he’s staring right at you with half lidded eyes, or that he's started playing with the handcuffs on his waist, but Sunghoon looks dangerously attractive right now.

You gulp, looking down at your lap, “Well, at least one of us had a nice drink.”

Sunghoon nods, running his fingernails along your plastic raincoat, “Wanna taste mine?” He asks, eyes darting down to your lips for a split second.

If there was ever a time to get up and leave, it should’ve been now. The rational part of your brain is telling you to push Sunghoon away and return to the party and forget this encounter with him ever happened. But you can’t move, and if you’re being honest, you don’t even want to.

You’re stuck in place, heart beating out of your chest as Sunghoon leans in closer to you. You feel dizzy in the best way possible, and a part of you feels sick for enjoying the moment as much as you do.

His breath fans your cheek, and the faint scent of alcohol on it should’ve been enough to remind you that you shouldn’t be in this situation with him. Still, you don’t move.

Right before Sunghoon has the chance to kiss you, the door swings open and you jolt away from each other out of shock, clutching your chest as you watch Jake jog into the garage.

“You guys seen my vape?” he asks, a little out of breath.

“I…no, Jake. Why would it be in the garage?” Sunghoon asks, hopping down from the washing machine. He offers a hand to help you down and you ignore it, finally starting to come back to your senses.

“Dude, I don’t fucking know! It was just in my pocket and now it’s gone, it could be anywhere. Help me look!”

Spending your night in a garage helping Jake look for a strawberry-flavored vape doesn’t sound ideal in the slightest; now is the perfect time to leave.

Heading in the direction of the party, you pause when Sunghoon calls out your name, a slight shakiness to his voice. “Keep an eye out for me, yeah?”

Another beat of silence passes, then you nod and say, “Yeah.”

In your defense, there’s nothing to feel guilty over. All you did was have a conversation with Sunghoon, and keeping an eye out for him doesn’t necessarily mean anything else will happen, right?

You try not to think too much about it as you exit the garage, holding in a laugh when Sunghoon says something along the lines of, “You’re a grown ass man, Jake.”

What Minjeong lacks in cooking, she makes up for in dancing.

While you wouldn’t consider yourself to be on her level of dancing, you’d say you’re good enough to keep up with her at a crowded party. If swaying to the music, holding hands, and grinding on each other counts as dancing, that is.

“You’re too stiff; loosen up, babe,” she comments, fingers interlocked with yours.

“Sorry,” you reply, slightly frustrated since you don’t feel like dancing in the first place. “What were you saying?”

“Oh, yeah!” Minjeong turns to face you, moving your arms to drape them around her shoulders. “Then he said I was being crazy, and that he only got the costume because it was all that was left in his size, as if I believe that.”

“Sorry that happened,” you say, and it comes out more sarcastic than you had intended it to.

Minjeong takes notice of this, raising a brow at you before slipping her arms under your raincoat and pulling you closer to her. “You okay?”

The two of you are pressed so close up against each other that it almost feels romantic, and you’re sure if there was another drink in your system you’d probably lean in and kiss her.

You nod. “Just thinking about Heeseung.”

Fake offended, Minjeong’s jaw drops. “You’re dancing with the hottest girl at this party, and all you can think about is your ex? I’m hurt, YN.”

Truth be told, her ex was the one you were thinking about, certainly not your own.

Not a whole lot of time has passed since you left Sunghoon in the garage, but you make sure to keep your promise of keeping an eye out for him upon returning to the party. You’re certain that on the outside you probably look panicked and frantic, eyes darting all over the place for any sign of Sunghoon.

“Well,” Minjeong starts, tugging on your tie. “Since you’re thinking about your ex, it’s only fair that I think of mine; and there he is.”

You stop yourself from excitedly shouting, “Where?!” and watch as Minjeong subtly nods towards the staircase.

Sure enough, Sunghoon is leaning against the banister, eyes zeroing in on you with his hands shoved in his pockets.

“He’s been watching me for, like, ten minutes. Probably wants to see if you and I will make out, fucking pervert,” she says, rolling her eyes.

Minjeong has it wrong, Sunghoon has been watching you for the past ten minutes. Ever since he finished helping Jake find that stupid vape, he’s had his sights set on you and you only.

That other part was probably true, though.

You swallow the lump in your throat and say, “Such a pervert.” It comes out a tad more robotic than you were going for, but you tried your best.

Once Sunghoon is sure that Minjeong is distracted, he mouths, “Bathroom,” before immediately turning around and jogging up the steps.

Fuck, are you really about to do this?

Your eyes dart from Minjeong to the staircase, and you can’t believe you’re even considering going upstairs to meet her ex. Everything about this predicament is sick and twisted and perfectly on brand for Halloween.

But, somehow, it’s not sick enough to stop you.

“Hey, I think I’m gonna get some air; I’m feeling kinda dizzy,” you lie, hoping it’s believable enough.

Minjeong stops dancing immediately, a look of genuine concern on her face. “Here, I’ll come with you.”

“No, no. You keep having fun, I’ll be back soon. Make another drink for me, okay? I’m sure I’ll need it,” you assure her with a smile, taking her hands into yours.

“Fine, I’ll be here. But the only drink I’m making for you is a Ginger Ale.”

Thank God.

After giving Minjeong a kiss on the cheek (feeling guilty as ever), you slip past her and head towards the direction of the backyard. Once Minjeong is fully out of sight, you switch paths and sprint up the staircase, bumping into and angering a few people along the way.

You keep your head down once you reach the second floor, speed walking to the end of the hallway and avoiding eye contact with everyone you walk by until you reach the bathroom.

The door is closed and locked, of course, and that’s when it dawns on you that this could be one big, elaborate prank from Sunghoon. You could open the door and be met with a camera in your face with Sunghoon recording, laughing maniacally before mentioning something about telling Minjeong everything and that he stayed loyal to her the entire time.

Unfortunately for you, even that possibility doesn’t scare you away from knocking on the door and saying, “It’s me, YN.”

The knob twists before the door is pushed open, barely enough room to slide in discreetly, but you manage anyway.

Using your body weight to press the door shut, Sunghoon reaches behind you to make sure it’s locked. “You really came.”

You hate that he sounds shocked, as if he had some faith that you wouldn’t risk your friendship with Minjeong for a few minutes with him, of all people. He’s not even your type.

“Don’t make a big deal out of this.”

Sunghoon scoffs as if you’ve said the most obvious thing in the world. “Trust me, I won’t.”

You don’t have time to overthink the meaning of his words because before you can even realize it, Sunghoon is pushing you further up against the door, and he’s kissing you, finally kissing you.

This kiss is everything but soft, and it knocks the wind out of you. Sunghoon’s hand cups your jaw, tilting your head sideways to allow himself further into your mouth. It’s wet and sloppy, you’re certain that dancing with Minjeong was far more romantic than this. You kiss back anyway, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and grabbing a fistful of his hair, shivers running down your spine when he groans into your mouth. Without breaking the kiss, Sunghoon reaches down to slip the raincoat off of you, pressing your body closer against him to ease it off.

He pulls away slowly, his blown-out eyes focused on the string of saliva that connects your mouths to one another. “Fuck,” he groans at the sight, moving his mouth to kiss along your jaw.

You let out a moan when you feel his tongue slide against a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, tilting your head back against the door. Sunghoon takes notice of this, focusing his attention on that same spot, sucking on it hard enough to leave a mark before teasingly scraping his canines along the area.

Quickly, your fingers move to unbutton your shirt, suddenly feeling warm all over. You’re only halfway done when there’s a sudden banging on the other side of the door, startling you enough to halt your movements.

“Ignore it,” Sunghoon mutters against your neck. “They’ll go away.”

They don’t go away, they actually start to bang louder and harder once a few seconds pass.

Sunghoon lets out a frustrated sigh, lifting his head away from you, “Occupied!”

“Sunghoon?” You hear Minjeong’s voice on the other side of the door, causing you and Sunghoon both to freeze.

“M-Minjeong?” He stutters.

“I have to piss,” Minjeong whines, messing with the doorknob. “Hurry up!”

Sunghoon must sense your panic and the fact that you feel like bursting into loud sobs, because he places his hand over your mouth before mouthing for you to stay quiet.

Minjeong doesn’t let up on trying to open the door, and you’re sure that with just enough force, she could probably get it open.

“I’m using it! Can’t you just go outside?”

“I’m a fucking girl, Sunghoon. Just hurry up and finish.”

“Just…just hold on a second, Minnie.”

Minnie? Fuck is that about?

Sunghoon pulls you away from the door, keeping his voice and movements as low as possible. “You’re gonna have to hide in the bathtub, just lay down flat and wait for her to leave.”

“What?! What if she sees me?!” You whisper, silently praying Minjeong can’t hear you over the music.

“She won’t, okay? I’ll pull the shower curtain back. It’s the only option we have right now unless you want to jump out the window.”

You shake your head. “There has to be a better idea.”

On the other side of the door, Minjeong begins to grow impatient, anxiously tapping her foot against the floor. She’s had three full drinks and is on the verge of busting the bathroom door down if Sunghoon doesn’t open it soon. She focuses her gaze downward, raising a brow at a piece of plastic that’s been slightly pushed under the crack of the door. What is it? A shower curtain? It can’t be, why would the shower curtain be on the floor? It looks more like…

“Fuck! The cops!” A drunk voice yells before the entire house panics, sirens and flashing blue and red lights fill the house.

Inside the bathroom, Sunghoon had still been trying to convince you to lay down in the bathtub when even more panic sets in.

Minjeong bangs on the door one last time. “Sunghoon, the cops are here, you need to leave! Fuck, I gotta find YN!” She yells before taking off down the hall.

Police officers are raiding the house, and all Minjeong can focus on is finding you and making sure you're okay, while you were seconds away from hooking up with her ex. What a fucking nightmare.

“We gotta jump out the window,” Sunghoon says, hurrying over to the other side of the bathroom and forcing the window open.

“What?! Why?!”

“People are doing fucking illegal drugs at this party, YN, and now the fucking cops are here. My dad works for the city and if-” He pauses to grunt, struggling to get the window all the way open. “-news spreads that his son was at a house party that was full of people doing fucking cocaine his career will be fucking over. Fuck!”

This doesn’t explain why you have to jump out of the window with him, but you narrow it down to the possibility of Sunghoon just wanting to be around you for a little longer. And as pathetic as it sounds, you find yourself smiling at the possibility.

Sunghoon finally gets the window fully open, quickly hiking one leg over. “It’s not that far of a jump, we’ll be fine. I’ll go first then let you know when to jump.”

“You’ll catch me?” you ask, buttoning your shirt back up. Now that the raincoat is gone, you probably resemble a perverted schoolgirl costume.

Sunghoon sighs. “Yes, YN, I am going to catch you. Just be ready to run, my car’s down the street.”

He doesn’t give you any time to protest before hiking his other leg out the window and jumping down; you watch in horror as he lands face down. If it weren’t for your current predicament, you’re sure you would’ve gotten the ick.

It takes Sunghoon a few seconds to get back up, brushing himself off before standing, “Come on! Hurry!”

Despite your hesitancy, you follow Sunghoon’s action and hike a leg out of the window, staring down at him. “Are you sure about this?!”

“If you want me to catch you, you better jump now!”

Halloween fucking sucks.

You swear to yourself as you hike your other leg out of the window, saying a quick prayer as you brace yourself to jump.

Sunghoon doesn’t exactly catch you, but he does brace your fall, which is good enough for you.

He groans in pain from the impact as you stand and dust yourself off, reaching a hand down to help him up. “Sorry!”

Sunghoon stands, feeling a tad bit dizzy and lightheaded. “Just follow me.”

It isn’t too late to turn around and find Minjeong and just leave with her. In fact, it’d be the morally correct thing to do in this situation. Not that you seem to care for morals.

You make a mental note to send Minjeong a text later as you run after Sunghoon.

Sunghoon is not that great of a driver, but this doesn't surprise you.

He's still somewhat tipsy, occasionally swerving along the empty back roads.

What makes it worse is that Minjeong has been calling and texting you nonstop, your phone practically burning a hole in your pocket as you ignore her relentless attempts.

Sunghoon is trying his hardest to stay focused on the road, but your phone ringing every few minutes was really starting to irritate him. "Just fucking answer her," he says, shaking his head.

"And say what? That I'm with you?"

Sunghoon isn't too pleased with your sarcasm and rolls his eyes, "Obviously not, YN; just do something to make her stop panicking."

That's way easier said than done, especially considering that you can barely even think about Minjeong without wanting to burst into tears. The guilt has already started to set in, and it has you questioning yourself and your morals.

You can't talk to Minjeong; it's too risky, but you can call your sister and ask her to cover for you.

Slipping your phone from your pocket, you force your eyes to unfocus and ignore the string of missed calls and messages from Minjeong, dialing your sister's phone number with trembling hands.

As always, Yuna answers on the fourth ring, sighing loudly into the phone before greeting you with a monotonous, "Hello?"

"Hey, um, I need you to help me with something," you keep your voice low, not wanting Sunghoon to hear your conversation despite being right next to him.

Yuna sighs again, "With what, YN?"

"The party I was at got raided by the cops, and we all ran, so if Minjeong calls you, I need you to tell her I'm with you," you say, your eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets when Sunghoon makes a sudden sharp turn.

"Sorry," he mutters under his breath, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

You hate that even now, you find him cute.

"Well, where are you?" Yuna asks, snapping you back to reality.

"I… it's not important, just please do me this favor."

Your sister scoffs, "You expect me to lie for you, and you can't even tell me the full story?"

"The full story isn't important, Yuna."

"Clearly, it is if you're asking me to lie to your best friend."

"Just tell her," Sunghoon groans, sounding slightly annoyed, "but make sure she doesn't tell anyone else."

Yuna doesn't have many friends, and the few she does have wouldn't even care about your drama, so it's not like she'd have anyone to share your business with. You hesitate anyway because of the principle of the situation, how just ten minutes ago you were unbuttoning your shirt for your best friend's ex. Maybe you're starting to come back to your senses because replaying the scene in your head has you cringing from embarrassment.

You lean your head against the window and squeeze your eyes shut, "I'm with Sunghoon."

The line goes silent for a few seconds, and you're worried you may have lost service from driving in such a rural area until Yuna sighs for a third time, "The pretty ones are never that bright."

"I swear it isn't like that," you plead, "just, please, help me out."

"And what will I get out of this?"

Of course, she wants something, classic younger sibling bullshit.

"Well, what do you want?"

"I don't know…a normal older sister?"

"Yuna, I don't have time for this, will you help me or not?"

Bickering with Yuna was starting to give you a headache; you were seconds away from hanging up and coming up with a new plan entirely.

"After tonight, don't involve me in this anymore; I have my own shit to deal with."

You hold back a laugh at that as if Yuna does anything other than stay home and talk to the same two people. "I won't, I swear. I'll text you when I'm close to being home; let me know if Minjeong reaches out to you."

"Whatever, just get home safe and don't do anything else stupid," Yuna says through a yawn before immediately hanging up, not giving you the chance to say goodbye.

As much as you loved your sister, the two of you weren't exactly close. The divide started sometime during high school; your interests and friend groups never really aligned and only led you to stray further away from each other.

You being fairly well-known within your high school didn't help much, either. Countless random students would approach Yuna on the daily, asking if you were seeing anyone, begging her for your number, or even giving her small gifts and treats to pass along to you.

What annoyed her the most was that they never called her by her name, in their eyes, she was always known as "YN's sister", and nothing more than that.

You're sure Yuna doesn't hate you because of it, but it certainly didn't make her very fond of you.

"What'd she say?" Sunghoon asks, interrupting your thoughts.

"She agreed to cover for me tonight," you respond, gazing out the window, "pretty sure she's pissed, though."

"She'll get over it," Sunghoon taps the navigation system on his dashboard, "type in your address."

Despite making you jump out of a bathroom window, Sunghoon technically doesn't owe you anything. He never claimed he'd bring you back to his place to finish what you started; you quite literally only jumped because he told you to, under the pretense that maybe — just maybe — he'd want to hook up with you.

Clearly, that wasn't happening, at least not tonight. Having to jump out the window and then proceed to drive while tipsy must've knocked some sense into him, making him realize he'd been making way too many questionable choices all in one night.

You let out a disappointed sigh, hesitantly reaching out to type your home address into the car's GPS. The system buffers for a few seconds as it calculates the quickest route to your home before displaying an estimated travel time of thirty-eight minutes.

"Forty fucking minutes?!" Sunghoon shouts, causing you to jump.

He sighs, cursing under his breath before reaching forward and ending the navigation route. You sit up further in the seat, ready to ask Sunghoon what he's plotting before he starts typing "7/11".

You raise a brow at this, "Why're we going there?"

Sunghoon gestures towards the navigation system as if the answer is obvious, "Your house is forty minutes away, and I'm still kinda tipsy; I'm gonna need to pull over and get something other than alcohol in my system if I'm gonna be driving for that long." There's a slight slur to his words that had you weary about him driving, so pulling over to recharge isn't a bad idea.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Sunghoon managed to safely drive the two of you to the nearest 7/11, opting to pay seventeen dollars to park in a parking garage down the street instead of the shop's personal lot.

"This neighborhood isn't that safe; I don't want anyone breaking into my car," he claims, taking up two spots as he parks in the most secluded corner possible.

The neighborhood is fairly safe; he was just being dramatic.

The walk down the street is quick and slightly awkward, with you and Sunghoon stumbling every few steps yet refusing to hold onto the other for stability.

The two of you go your separate ways upon entering the shop, Sunghoon headed straight towards the snack aisle while you make your way to the slurpee machines. The difference in your priorities was humorous, with him wanting to focus on building up energy and you wanting nothing more than a quick sugar fix.

Blue raspberry isn't necessarily your go-to flavor, but it's the only flavor on the Slurpee machine that's currently working, so you fill your plastic cup to the brim before absentmindedly reaching for a straw.

Sunghoon is still prancing around the store by the time you've finished making your drink, and despite not being that hungry, you decide to kill time by strolling through the snack aisles.

The Snickers bars and Reese's Cups look tempting as always, but you refrain, sighing as you look over the selection of peanut-contaminated candy.

"Don't even bother," Sunghoon says from behind you, causing you to gasp in shock.

He pauses for a moment, staring at the array of snacks before grabbing a pack of Skittles and walking off.

The thought of Sunghoon being aware of your peanut allergy is as comforting as it is strange. You can't imagine this is something Minjeong randomly decided to tell him, and even if that is the case, why would he bother retaining that information? It's not like the two of you are friends.

Whatever, you're probably thinking about it too much.

After deciding on a package of powdered mini donuts and Haribo gummy bears, you proceed to the checkout counter and set your items down, looking over your shoulder at Sunghoon, who was selecting the last of his items.

The man behind the counter smiles at you, typing his employee ID number into the cash register, "How's your night going?"

"Horrible," you say, making the clerk laugh even though you weren't joking.

"Sorry to hear that," he responds, scanning your items, "your total came out to…$6.12. Oh, hello, officer."

Despite not having done anything wrong, you nearly panic before remembering Sunghoon's unfortunate costume choice.

He nods at the man, setting his own items down on the counter, "Add these too. You guys take Apple Pay?" He asks, unlocking his phone.

"Oh, you don't have to pay for mine," you say, a nervous tremble in your voice.

Sunghoon shrugs, "No big deal."

Except it is a big deal. Sunghoon behaving like a boyfriend gentleman by paying for your items only made you like him even more, which is the exact opposite of what you need right now.

You sigh, taking a literal and metaphorical step back as Sunghoon taps his phone on the card reader.

"A cop and a schoolgirl, huh? These couple's costumes are starting to make less and less sense," the employee comments, eyes darting between you and Sunghoon.

"We're not a couple," Sunghoon responds, a little too quickly for your liking, but whatever.

The employee apologizes, embarrassed about his implications as he bags your items and wishes the two of you a safe trip home.

On the way back to Sunghoon's car, it dawns on you that Minjeong has stopped trying to get ahold of you, which is slightly worrisome considering that she's a person who wouldn't give up that easily.

Sunghoon climbs into the backseat this time, mumbling something about needing to rest and stretch out before driving you home. He sets the bag down on the center console, grabbing a few of his items before propping himself up against the door.

You do the same, retrieving your own items from the bag before slumping into your seat.

When you finally unlock your phone, a new voice memo from Yuna is waiting for you. Hesitantly, you hold your phone against your ear and hit play.

Yuna lets out a loud sigh, "So, you and Minjeong must have some sort of, like, telepathic connection because she called me as soon as I hung up on you. Anyways, I told her our cousin was also at the party and was able to, uh, give you a ride home once the cops came. Oh, and I told her your phone died and that you'd call her, um, later or in the morning. I'm not sure if she believed it, but she calmed down.

And, by the way, I meant it when I said I don't want to be involved in whatever this is after tonight. So, for everyone's sake, if something serious is going on, do not tell me about it. Get home safe."

You're not entirely sure if you deserve a sister like Yuna, who'd go against her own morals just to cover for you, but you're grateful you have her.

you [11:54 pm] : *you liked a voice memo*

you [11:54 pm] : thanks so much

you [11:55 pm] : i promise i wont involve u anymore. if minnie calls again u can just ignore it and lmk please

yuna [11:56 pm] : oh and she told me to let you know that she's safe. tho im sure that's not your biggest concern :/

Harsh but true.

You set your phone on your lap and tear open your pack of donuts, wiping away the powdered sugar that falls onto your blouse. Much like the blue raspberry slurpee, mini powdered donuts weren't exactly your go-to snack, but your options were limited, and you weren't in the mood to roam around the store any longer.

Suddenly, Sunghoon groans from the backseat and sits up, "Phone died."

Leaning over the center console, he plugs his phone into the car charger right underneath his navigation system, resting it on the dashboard before returning to his seat.

The car falls silent, and as much as you want to start a conversation, you're not sure where to begin. There's so much you want to ask, but you refrain, biting down on your tongue so hard you're surprised the taste of blood doesn't fill your mouth.

Sunghoon leans forward again, this time resting his cheek on the side of your seat, "What'd you get?" he asks, staring down at your lap.

You turn your head to look at him, holding up the half-eaten pack of donuts for him to see.

"Can I have one?" he asks, already holding his hand out before you could even say yes.

You hand him one regardless, watching the powder fall from the pastry as he pops it into his mouth.

Your curiosity gets the best of you, and you find yourself narrowing your eyes at him as you ask, "Sunghoon, can I ask you something?"

He nods, gesturing towards the remaining donuts in a way that tells you he wants more. You hand him the remaining three, nodding back when he mumbles "Thanks" under his breath.

"How did you know that I'm allergic to peanuts?"

Sunghoon pauses, brows furrowing in utter confusion as he looks up at you, "What do you mean?"

"Earlier in the store, I was looking at the peanut candy, and you told me not to bother. I'm assuming you must've known I'm allergic, right?" You ask, fully turning around in your seat to face him.

"Um…yeah. I know."

"Okay…how?"

"I mean, was it supposed to be a secret or something?"

"What? No, of course not. Allergies are probably the one thing that shouldn't be kept secret," you respond, "I'm just curious about how you know. I don't think I've ever told you, and I can't imagine Minjeong randomly deciding to tell you."

Sunghoon awkwardly scratches the back of his neck as he avoids looking at you. It takes the tips of his ears turning pink for you to realize that he's embarrassed, which only confuses you even further.

Sunghoon shrugs, staring down at the snack you've just given him, "Whenever all of us would hang out, and there was, like, food involved, I just noticed you'd pay so much attention to the ingredients of whatever it was you were eating. At first, I thought it was a calorie thing, but you never really asked about the calories, only the ingredients."

"But, how'd you know it was peanuts specifically?" you ask, feeling embarrassed about how curious you were over something as silly as a peanut allergy.

"Remember the hockey team bake sale? The one I made those terrible brownies for?" He asks, continuing when you nod, "You were there, and I remember how excited you were to try the cookies that Jake made, but right before you bought one, you asked him if there were peanuts in them. That's when I knew."

You can't remember the last time someone had paid this much attention to you, and it's dangerous, considering how easily impressed you are by the smallest things. Sunghoon was by no means a friend of yours; you hardly knew anything about each other and often kept your interactions rather short, so his being able to pick up on your peanut allergy just by watching you was … different. Maybe even nice.

You don't even realize you've been staring at him until he stops chewing and stares back, unblinking.

You look away, retrieving your Slurpee from the cup holder and taking a long sip as Sunghoon watches.

"Can I ask you something now?" he asks.

You don't respond, side-eyeing him as you continue to sip your drink.

Sunghoon smirks, amused by your sudden silence, "Why'd you meet me in the bathroom?"

You pull the straw away from your lips, voice barely above a whisper as you respond, "To see what you wanted."

He nods, taking the cup from your hands, "You knew what I wanted," he says, pausing to take a sip of your drink, "and you still came; why?"

When you don't respond, Sunghoon lets out a loud sigh and sets your cup back down in its holder, "It's okay, YN."

"It isn't."

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. I guess we'll never know, huh?"

This is a test of your morals, and Sunghoon knows this. Every decision you've made tonight has led you to this exact moment. There's still enough time to redeem yourself and make an excuse for your actions. You could easily lie and say that making out with Sunghoon was just a result of being tipsy and vulnerable. But now, with the two of you in his car, sobering up and coming back down to your senses, you won't be able to use those same excuses.

Realistically speaking, what are the chances of your ex's finding out? Heeseung probably wouldn't care, but Minjeong was an entirely different story.

In your defense, they've been officially broken up for three weeks and three days, so you wouldn't technically be hooking up with her boyfriend. Right?

Sunghoon must've sensed the gears turning in your head because, after a few seconds of staring at each other in silence, he leaned over the center console and pressed his lips against yours.

The kiss is softer this time, nothing like how it was in the bathroom as if he's trying to coax you in and convince you it's okay, that you're doing nothing wrong.

You find yourself slipping under his spell, eyes finally fluttering shut as he gently swipes his tongue across your bottom lip. The faint taste of alcohol is still on his tongue, but he does taste much sweeter now, like the blue raspberry slurpee he'd just had. A part of you wonders if he'd done that on purpose as if tasting better would make you enjoy kissing him like this.

He pulls away, scooting farther back into his seat, "C'mere, climb over."

You do as you're told, slipping off your shoes with Sunghoon guiding you right onto his lap as you climb into the backseat. You can't help but squirm on his lap, and he can still sense a slight hesitancy in your actions, the way you shiver when he touches you, how you initially pulled back when he tried to kiss you again.

"You're nervous," he comments, eye flickering across your face.

You shrug, holding onto his shoulders for support, "I can't help it."

Beneath you, Sunghoon reaches down to unclip the handcuffs from his belt loop, "You're making it hard to focus."

"The fuck am I supposed to do, then?!" You didn't mean to shout, but your patience was starting to run thin. You felt guilty enough as it is, and Sunghoon reminding you of how nervous you are certainly didn't make it any better.

Sunghoon rolls his eyes, undoing the handcuffs before grabbing your left hand. He tightens the cuff around your wrist, "Just trust me," he says simply. He sits up further in his seat, grabbing your cuffed wrist as he pulls down on the car's grab handle. He slips the empty cuff through the slot before gesturing for you to give him your free hand.

Fuck.

"Sunghoon…"

"Just trust me," he doesn't wait for a response, grabbing your wrist and bringing it up towards the empty cuff. It locks around your wrist with a click, causing him to smile in satisfaction.

You're sure that with just the right amount of force, you could easily snap the handcuffs in half, but it's the thought that counts. With your arms and hands restricted towards the ceiling, all you can do is stare down at Sunghooon and await his next movement, his very calculated movement.

He presses his cold lips against your neck, simultaneously using his hands to slowly unbutton your blouse. The mark he'd left on your neck earlier was as prominent as ever, and it pleased him to know you were okay with him marking you up like this. He swipes his tongue against the sensitive spot, hardening in his pants when you squirm on top of him.

His nails trace along the bare skin of your waist once he's finished unbuttoning your blouse, your bralette — that was a few sizes too small — fully on display for him. He's practically salivating at the site, his tongue sliding across his canines, completely in awe of your breasts spilling out of the flimsy, white material.

Sunghoon can't unclasp and slide off your bra, or else it'd be awkwardly hanging in the air, and trying to slip it through the handcuffs would take too much effort. Instead, he apologizes under his breath before his hands reach the front of your bra.

"Wait, Sunghoon—!"

Without warning, he stretches the fabric until it finally rips, seemingly pleased with himself if the cocky smirk is anything to go by. "Relax," he says, "I'll buy you a new one."

You don't have time to scold him because before you can even process what's happening, Sunghoon's tongue is swirling around your nipple. You swear at the sudden contact, arching your back and pressing your chest further into his face. It's almost embarrassing how such a simple act already had your head spinning.

His hands trail downward until they reach the hem of your skirt, slowly pushing it upwards until it's bunched around your waist. He traces the tip of his finger across your clothes cunt, pleased with how wet you've already gotten without having done much.

Your hips buck up into his hands on instinct, desperate for the friction, borderline craving it.

Sunghoon releases your perked bud in his mouth, looking up at you as he asks, "You want me to stop?"

"No, please don't." You beg.

"So this is okay then, right?"

If your wrists weren't handcuffed to the grab handle, you're sure you would've reached down and choked him for all the teasing. "Yes, Sunghoon, it's okay! Just hurry up and do something!"

Sunghoon shakes his head at you, mumbling, "So impatient." as he moves to lie flat on his back.

You stare down at him, confused, when he doesn't immediately start undoing his pants but instead positions his head right between your thighs.

It's funny, Minjeong claimed Sunghoon wasn't really into giving head and only gave it to her a handful of times during the course of their relationship, claiming he preferred to save it for special occasions.

But yet, here he is, willingly pushing your thighs further apart before pressing his lips against your clothed cunt.

The action sends shivers down your spine, and the handcuffs around your wrist suddenly feel tighter. He presses his tongue flat against you, groaning at the taste of your slick that's soaked through your panties. You grind down on him instinctively, your body trembling with anticipation as you squeeze your eyes shut.

"Fuck." You whisper, tugging at the handcuffs in frustration.

The sound of the metal clinking makes Sunghoon chuckle, pressing a final kiss against your damped underwear before mumbling, "Cute."

He makes quick work of sliding your underwear off your legs, tossing them to the

front seat with a grunt as you wait for him to continue. Sunghoon settles himself between your thighs again, groaning in annoyance as you hover over him. "Stop fucking hovering," he demands, attempting to pull you down directly onto his face, "it's fine."

It's too intimate; you've never even sat on Heeseung's face before, and you're sure this isn't something he's done with Minjeong.

"But, I don't wanna cru- fuck!"

Sunghoon dismisses your worries, forcing you down onto his face and instantly wrapping his lips around your clit. You barely have any time to process that this is completely new territory for you, being this intimate with a man, sitting right on his face while he drags his tongue along your cunt; gathering your wetness and dragging it up towards your clit before wrapping his lips around it once more.

You let out an embarrassingly loud moan at that, leaning your head against the cold window as your face heats up. This only encourages Sunghoon even further, and his confidence grows, feeling bold enough to tease the tip of his tongue into your hole.

You jolt up at this, biting back a moan and wishing you could reach down and grab a fistful of his hair and properly ride his face. He licks another stripe up your folds, gripping your thighs and holding your body in place when you try to squirm away.

"Stop trying to run from me," he groans into your pussy, the vibrations from his voice sending a shiver across your body.

He presses his face further into your cunt, moaning at how much wetter you've gotten since he's started. For a man who apparently wasn't one to eat a girl out, he sure did seem desperate and eager to have you come on his face. In fact, it almost seemed as if he was doing it for his own pleasure rather than yours, which only turns you on even more.

After a few more slides of his tongue, you finally feel your orgasm approaching, your thighs tensing around Sunghoon's head.

"I know you're close," he whispers, placing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs, "go ahead, use me. I know you want to."

He's practically begging at this point, big, wet eyes staring up at you in pure adoration as he sucks your clit back into his mouth. That's your breaking point, the knot in your stomach finally untying itself as your orgasm washes over you.

You let out a moan so loud that your throat hurts shortly afterward, your wrists going limp in the handcuffs as you ride out your high.

Sunghoon doesn't let up until you're practically shaking from overstimulation, your body naturally twitching and squirming away from his greedy mouth as he cleans you up. He pulls away finally, his mouth and chin completely coated with your slick as he leaves a trail of kisses on your bare thighs.

You can't help but stare down at him in awe; he looks completely dazed as if he's running off, nothing but pure desperation and lust for you. You.

"Sunghoon," you say, trying to get his attention, "I…do you keep condoms in here?"

He flutters his eyes open, shaking his head, "No, but 7/11's just down the street. I can go-"

You interrupt him with a shake of your head, "I don't wanna wait; we don't need one."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm on the pill. Just, please, fuck me already."

It's music to his ears, really.

Sunghoon slides himself back up the seat, reaching up to release you from the handcuffs. You groan at this, having gotten used to them and quite frankly enjoyed the temporary feeling of restriction.

"You liked the cuffs?" Sunghoon questions, dropping your wrists from the grab bar.

"Yeah," you admit, "I liked it more than I thought I would."

He nods at this, and you realize now that one of the cuffs is still clasped around your wrist. Sunghoon also notices this and smirks as an idea forms in his head. "Turn around."

You comply with no further questions, groaning when he suddenly pushes your body down into the seat. He brings your arms behind your back, handcuffing you once more as he lets out a sigh of pleasure. "I knew you'd like it."

Sunghoon pushes your skirt back up, straddling himself around your things after pulling his pants and boxers far enough to allow his cock to spring free. He steadies himself with a hand on your shoulder, using the other to teasingly drag his fully-hardened cock across your slick folds.

Sunghoon shivers at this, cursing at the sight as he repeats his movements. He knows he won't last much longer; he was practically seconds away from coming in his boxers just from eating you out, so he really should quit with the teasing for his own sake.

Minjeong had never allowed him to fuck her without a condom, so this type of intimacy was new and overwhelmingly good.

He finally pushes himself into you, his tip alone causing you to bite down on the leather of his seat. You already felt so full, and he wasn't even halfway inside yet.

"Ah fuck," he groans, "you're so tight, you're so…fuck." He can barely even form a sentence, biting down on his bottom lip as he further inches himself inside of you.

You're not doing any better, feeling as if you're already seconds away from your second orgasm when he's hardly even done anything. It takes a minute before he's fully inside of you, pausing before he leans down and asks, "Can I move?"

"Please, I need you to."

Sunghoon nods at this, pressing a kiss against your ear before sitting himself back up. He angles your hips off the seat but presses your chest further into it, giving you (and himself) the perfect arch to comfortably slide in and out.

The first few thrusts are slow, as expected, but just enough to get you used to his size. Even this was all too much for Sunghoon; he was already dangerously close to his orgasm.

He didn't intend on speeding up his thrusts already, but he really can't help it. Everything about this feels too good. The way your walls perfectly wrap around him, and the way you're moaning and cursing for him to keep going are overwhelmingly good.

"Fuck." He moans, squeezing his eyes shut as he presses you down further into the backseat. He pulls his cock all the way out before pushing himself back in, which you seem to enjoy. He does it a few more times, mostly to humor himself since it's something he assumed you would've been annoyed by.

"Sunghoon," you pant, "I'm close."

"Already?" He asks, pushing your hips downwards until you're lying flat on your stomach.

He tries to come off as cocky and frustrated, but he really is grateful you're already so close to your orgasm, seeing that he felt like he could burst at any given second.

You nod, "Please, keep going."

He doesn't respond, opting to remain silent as you pull his cock out of you before ramming it back in at a pace much harder and faster than before. His thrusts are sloppy and borderline desperate, the sound of skin slapping and grunts filling the air shortly afterward.

The two of you could hardly keep your eyes open, too lost in the pleasure of your approaching orgasms.

Your's hits first, and Sunghoon's follows shortly after, practically filling you up to the brim with his cum. You've never felt so full and warm, heat spreading through your entire body as you slowly calm down and regulate hour breathing.

Sunghoon doesn't feel like moving, but he does anyway, slipping himself out of you with a wince, watching his cum drip out of you and onto the seat of the car. He curses at the sight, stopping himself from leaning forward and eating it out of you.

He undoes both of the handcuffs this time, helping you sit up as you avoid eye contact with each other. "Hold on," he says, re-adjusting his pants and boxers, "I should have a towel or something in the trunk."

Sunghoon steps out of the car, returning a minute later with a towel in hand. He leans down, prepared to clean you up, until you stop him, "It's okay, I got it."

He shakes his head, "I can do it for you."

"It's fine," you say, buttoning up your shirt, "I'd prefer to do it myself, actually."

Sunghoon finally gives in, handing you the towel before leaning over the center console and retrieving your panties from the passenger seat. He waits patiently for you to finish up, instructing you to just drop the towel on the floor as he hands you your underwear.

"Hey, have you…do you think you've sobered up yet?" He asks, watching as you slip your panties back on.

"Yeah, why?"

"Before I met you in the bathroom, I took a few bites of an edible, and I think it's starting to kick in. I think you should drive."

You sigh, mostly because this was not at all what you'd been hoping he'd say. "Drive where? To your place? Then where would I go?"

"I can pay for your Uber home."

"Sunghoon, it's past midnight, and I'm a girl; taking an Uber this late is too dangerous."

"Then drive back to your place; I'll sleep in the car and drive off in the morning."

You groan, "No, Minjeong might visit me in the morning. What'll she think when she sees your car in my driveway?"

"Dammit, YN, then just spend the night at my place. You can take my bed, and I'll sleep on the couch; just please drive us somewhere, for fuck's sake."

Bickering with Sunghoon somehow doesn't annoy you; in fact, it feels almost domestic. Going back and forth like a real couple.

"Fine." You say, climbing into the driver's seat.

Sunghoon's phone falls off the dashboard in the process, now charged at twenty-eight percent, and apparently, a missed text from Minjeong that was sent a few minutes ago.

The jealousy that fills your chest is downright abnormal; Minjeong is your best friend; there's no real reason for you to feel jealous of her in the first place.

In fact, you shouldn't feel any sort of guilt at all; it's not like they're still together. They've been broken up for three weeks and three days.

Three weeks. And Three days.

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𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 : part two

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PAIRING ▸ lee heeseung x fem bodied!reader

SUMMARY ▸ getting isa and jake to fall in love with you and heeseung is harder than it seems to be- especially now when the whole school thinks you two are dating.

WORD COUNT ▸ 11,264

GENRE ▸ enemies 2 lovers, angst, SMUT ; oral, handjobs, making out etc

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minors dni

LEE ISA WAS THE CLOSEST THING TO THE 'PERFECT GIRL' YOU HAVE EVER SEEN IN YOUR LIFE, SO IT WASN'T A SURPRISE THAT JAKE AND HEESEUNG LIKED HER.

lee isa got good grades, was kind and respectful, was pretty and was head of the dance team. you’ve spoken to her a few times in your shared classes- and you’ve seen her at some of the parties you’ve gone to. you aren’t sure if you’d consider her a friend, but you were definitely close acquaintances. which is why you weren’t too nervous to go up to her before the first period and ask her if she was going to the party on saturday- you just hoped that heeseung would walk by on time like the both of you had planned.

you weren’t surprised when you saw the pretty, black-haired girl standing at her locker early in the morning, taking out her textbooks for her classes out of the locker. her school uniform looked as if it had been ironed out this morning and was tucked in so neatly that it somehow added to her already existing beauty.

“hi isa!” you say as you stand behind her.

she turns around with a smile on her pretty face and lightens up more when she sees that it’s you, “hi, y/n! how are you this morning?”

“i’m good, i’m good!” you smile at her, feeling as if her smile was contagious the more you looked at it, “how are you?”

“eh, i’m okay! i have the auditions for the dance team later today so i kinda have a long day ahead of me.” she pouts at you.

“oh! lucky you, i guess! i was just seeing if you were going to that big party tomorrow night, but you might be too tired after today, huh?”

“yeah, i was thinking about going! i’ll have to see how tired i am tomorrow morning before i go! i figure you’re going?”

you think you smell the scent of victory as she speaks, “yeah i am! a few of my friends and i will be there for sure! you know my friends, right?”

isa scoffs and you glance out the side of your eye to see if lee heeseung is coming down the hallway- which he should be if he wants to time this right, “of course i do! everyone knows you and your friends, y/n!” isa laughs out- god even her laugh is pretty.

“uh, i don’t know about that!” you tease, “i think we just go to a lot of parties!’

“yeah, like every single one!”

you laughed with isa praying to god that stupid lee heeseung would walk by right now.

“yeah, so i might see you on saturday, right?” isa continued, closing her locker. fuck fuck fuck.

“uh, yeah! for sure! even if you come for a bit it would be cool to see you!” you told isa, fuck you lee heeseung.

“okay! i’ll see you later, y/n!” isa waved at you and turned on her pretty heel.

“bye, isa!” you replied and at that moment stupid lee heeseung started walking towards you.

you stuck your hands out in front of you to ask him where the hell he’s been and he only responded with an anxious shrug before he looked at isa. when he got closer to you you only moved with instinct and the thought that if you didn’t get heeseung and isa together then it would blow your whole chances with jake. so before you could even think about what to do, your hands are on heeseung’s shoulders and are pushing him into isa before she gets too far.

the next thing you see as heeseung’s back leaves your hands is isa’s textbooks and papers falling to the ground along with heeseung himself. you turn around and act as if you didn’t notice the entire scene as all the other students in the hall groan and congratulate heeseung as being a fucking idiot before moving on and going to class. you stop when you’re a few meters away from them so you can watch heeseung scramble up the papers and textbooks as isa stands with a concerned look on her face.

“shit, i am so sorry.” heeseung says, trying to grab all of her papers and textbooks neatly- ignoring all the comments of his friends walking past him.

“it’s okay!” isa reassures him, bending down to help him quickly, “are you okay?” she asks him when they both stand again.

“yeah! totally! i’m sorry i wasn't looking where i was going!” heeseung lies with a shameful smile.

“no, really it’s okay! as long as you’re okay!” isa smiles up at him and he thinks his heart stops for a second as their eyes meet, “hey, you’re friends with y/n, right?”

the mention of your name makes his heart return to a normal pace, “uh, kinda, yeah- heeseung, my name’s heeseung.”

“heeseung, right! you’re on the soccer team!” isa looks him up and down and he swears to himself that he sees her eyes stay on his crotch for a second longer than the rest of him.

“yeah! i am!”

“right, so are you gonna go to that party tomorrow night?”

“yeah, i am, i’ll be there with a couple of friends.”

“with y/n’s friends?” isa teasingly smirks at him.

“yeah, something like that.”

“cool, i might see you there then.”

heeseung feels his heart and gut clench out of excitement at her words, “yeah, for sure.”

“bye, heeseung!” she waves gently at him and he’s so shocked at her cuteness that he can only stand there with his hand up in some sort of wave back as he watches her turn and practically skips down the hallway to her first class.

you’re about to stomp over to heeseung to scold him for messing up your guys’ original plan but a group of boys from down the hall stop you- and you see jake looking down the hall at where heeseung and isa had just been talking. you aren’t sure if jake had actually seen the two talking but he for sure saw them wave at each other and you think he almost glares at the way heeseung is standing like a stone in the middle of the hallway now.

“bro, where the fuck were you?” your slap against his bicep awakens him out of his ‘isa trance’.

“ow!” heeseung grabs and rubs the part of his bicep where you had just smacked.

“what took you so damn long to get here!” you scold him, thankfully everyone in the hall had vanished into their classrooms now.

“i got caught up with the coach at the front, did you have to push me?” heeseung narrows his eyes at you.

“well if i didn’t then you wouldn’t have talked to her! so i think you should be thanking me!”

heeseung rolls his eyes, “she told me she’d see me at the party tomorrow.”

“did she?” you said excitedly and you don’t know why you were so excited for lee heeseung.

“yeah, she did. so now what?”

“now, we have to separate isa and jake at the party- which should be fairly easy since we’ll be with both of them.

when heeseung said that the two of you should show up to saturday’s party together, you didn’t expect him to show up at your house, knocking and talking to your mom at the front door.

“y/n, you didn’t tell me that you and heeseung were such good friends!” your mom speaks to you when you came down the stairs, stopping right in place when you saw him standing there with a smirk on his face.

“uh,” you start, your eyes glancing between your mom and heeseung, “we aren’t!”

“what?” your mom looks taken aback, “heeseung just told me you guys are best friends and he’s here to take you to a party.” you glare at heeseung who only holds back a laugh, rolling your eyes and missing the way he stares at your bare legs, shown by the dress you were wearing.

“he was joking!” you shake your head, “right, heeseung?”

“yeah, sorry, i was joking around,” heeseung admits to your mom, allowing for you to let out a sigh of relief, “-we’re actually dating.”

“what?” both you and your mom exclaim at the same time. the quick pace of your mother’s eyes darting from in between you on the stairs and heeseung at the front door was concerning.

“he’s just joking, mom!” you walk up to her with your hands held out in defence.

“what’re you talking about, y/n? how come you don’t want your parents to know about us!” heeseung mocks the shock as he looked at you with false sorrow in his eyes.

“heeseung! quit it out!” you shove his shoulder and grabb your jacket.

“y/n, what is going on?” your mother asks with a serious tone in her voice.

“he’s just joking, mom, don’t listen to him.” you turn and start to push heeseung backwards out your front door onto the porch.

“y/n we’re talking about this tomorrow!” your mom calls after as the both of you laugh and run down your driveway, not believing what just happened.

“heeseung! why’d you do that?’ you slap his bicep like you did the day before.

“ow! why’re you always hitting me!” heeseung rubs his arm.

“because you’re an idiot!”

“why?” heeseung exclaims, “it’s not like we won’t be spending time at each other’s houses more often- so now your parents won’t question why i’m always gonna be over.”

“god,” you groan out into the night, “i think i’d just rather them question it.”

heeseung laughs at you and grabs a hold of your forearm getting ready to drag you with him, “c’mon we got your next boyfriend waiting for you.”

it was easy to find jake at the party since he was surrounded by the rest of your loud friends. choerry was already dancing on one of the side tables in the great foyer and was the first thing you had seen when you and heeseung walked in. beside her, on the floor, chaeryeong and ryujin were trying to coax her down. and behind them was sunghoon, jay and jake were standing and cheering her on to continue.

you felt like you couldn’t stop staring at jake once you saw him- as if your other friend wasn’t a meter above you on the table. his blonde hair was pushed back and it brought warmth to his tan face. his all-black outfit suited him so nicely that you wanted to grab him and show him how much experience you have- experienced because of lee heeseung.

“choerry, seriously! come down before you hurt yourself!” ryujin calls up to your dancing friend.

“i’m having fun, ryu!” choerry laughs back and continues dancing to the loud music.

“just let her continue guys, she’s having fun and she looks hot!” jay says from behind them.

“ew jay!” chaeryeong says and ryujin faked (or really you don’t know) gagged from his words.

“what? can i not say she’s hot?” jay looks taken aback as sunghoon and jake start to laugh at him being scolded by your friends.

“no!” chaeryeong and ryujin respond at the same time.

“oh, hey guys.” sunghoon nods at you and heeseung, “when did you get here?”

“we just g-” heeseung starts but you cut him off.

“he was standing outside with a couple of other people and came in when i got here,” you explain quickly, avoiding heeseung’s eyes.

“yeah, i’ve been here a while,” heeseung adds with a straight smile.

“alright,” sunghoon givds you both a weird look.

“come y/n, let’s go get you a drink.” chaeryeong links her arm with yours and starts to pull you towards the kitchen with ryujin.

“yeah, i need one, too!” jake says and started to follow the three of you.

“hi, jake.” you smile up at him.

“hi, y/n,” he responds, tilting his head when he smiled back at you.

when you were all in the kitchen and someone started pouring shots, you all took up and cheered each other before downing it. it burnt your throat as it went down but you were too excited about how the night was supposed to play out that you quickly forgot about it and turned to jake.

“do you wanna take another one?” you ask him, gesturing to your shot glass.

“sure, why not?’ jake shrugs and grabs the bottle, messily pouring it in his shot glass and then yours. he passed you yours and wrapped your arms around one another, smiling down at you before you both pressed the glasses to your lips. both of you shook your heads from the bitter taste and unwrapped your arms while laughing. “jesus that’s nasty.”

“i know, what even is it?” you glance down at the bottle.

“probably some cheap shit that yeonjun stole from his mom.” jake turns the bottle in his hand, examining it with a disgusted look on his face. you laugh at his response and leaned over to get a red solo cup, wanting to drink more so you felt less nervous around jake.

“thanks for teaching me how to surf this summer.” you thank jake as you pour yourself a proper drink, “it was really fun.”

“it’s no problem, i was happy to help- that’s what friends are for, right?” jake clasps his hand over your head and messes up your hair gently before removing it.

“hey!” you fake scold him and press down on the top of your hair to fix the mess he had made.

“what? you don’t like when i mess up your hair?”

“no!” you laugh out, “i don’t!”

“and why not? i think it looks cute all messy.” jake clamps his hand over your head again and messes it up. meanwhile, you try to keep your heart at a normal pace from his compliment.

“do you?” you smile cheesily up at him.

he nods, “reminds me of when we were surfing and you’d come up from the water with your hair all over your face so that you couldn’t see or breathe.”

“jake!” you shove his shoulder playfully. he opens his mouth to respond but chaeryeong’s voice pitches your ears.

“oh my god, isa, you’re here!” jake’s head turns away from you at the mention of isa’s name and he turns around and watched ryujin run around the kitchen island towards the foyer again where isa stood with her dance friends, “help us get choerry off of the table!” ryujin sighs but walks back over to the front foyer where all your friends stand, jake follows after her, not paying any attention if you were following him or not.

so you stand in the kitchen watching your friends all laugh as they try to pull choerry off of the table and watch as jake went right up to isa, smiling down at her as her face lightens up at the sight of him. you feel anger and jealousy and hurt rumble in your chest before you turn and finish your drink- pouring another quickly after.

your sight is still locked on the scene of jake and isa together before your eyes drift to lee heeseung who is looking at the exact location as you were, only his eyes didn’t seem to hold any of the anger or jealousy that yours did- but sorrow and hopefulness mixed around in his.

you took this time that you felt invisible to everyone to look over at lee heeseung. his outfit was almost opposite of jake’s as his nice shirt was white and hanging out of his black jeans- and his black hair was still hanging over his forehead almost into his eyes. his tan skin was flushed pink at the top of his cheekbones probably from the alcohol and heat inside of the house party. he looked almost- cute as he stood and watched all of your friends interact with each other.

and almost as if he was reading your mind his eyes shift across the house to you standing by yourself in the kitchen, your red solo cup in one hand as your other actions mimic his.

heeseung tilts his head quickly to the side towards the direction where isa was practically hanging off of jake’s arm and he was hanging onto every word that slip from her pretty lips. you could only roll your eyes in response to heeseung before lifting your cup up and downing it. you saw heeseung smile at you before he finishes his own cup, his eyes drifting to swirl around your legs before they met your eyes again.

that was the last you remember of seeing lee heeseung that night before he came up to you, chaeryeong and ryujin dancing in the middle of the living room- you weren’t sure how many drinks or shots you had at the point but it was a lot since the time you drank with heeseung from across the room.

you had started a drinking game with yourself that every time you saw isa and jake in the house you would take another shot- which was a lot since they were attached at the hip all night. part of you wanted heeseung to step in and stop them from talking somehow since your mind felt far too hazy to think of a reasonable reason to talk to them and get them to separate. but when you would find heeseung in the crowd of people in the house you saw how drunk he was himself.

when heeseung had found the three of you dancing he could only laugh at the way you were all grabbing each other and dancing to the music as if you were in your own world together.

“heeseung!” ryujin grabs him so he was joining your guys’ world, “come dance with us!”

he had no choice but to start dancing with you guys, the grip the ryujin had on him bound him to the music and your guys’ rhythm. you were all laughing with each other and you felt like you were having with lee heeseung for the first time in your entire life. a part of you wondered if heeseung had always been this fun and you were just blinded by your apparent hate for him that came out of nowhere in freshman year.

at some point, ryujin had left to get another drink and chaeryeong drifts away to dance with some other people, leaving only you and heeseung alone in the middle of the room. your eyes focused on isa and jake whispering to each other by the side of the living room, both of them leaning on the wall of the house. you caught the way isa’s hand was resting on jake’s bicep and his arm was wrapped around her waist, keeping her close.

heeseung realizes you stopped dancing and tries to focus his eyes on where you were looking. he groans when he caught the way jake and isa look so close as they stood together.

“ignore them, y/n,” he bends down into your ear, “we can try again on monday.”

you whine at his words and turn your body around to face him although your head is still turned to see jake and isa. “this is not what i thought would happen tonight, hee!”

heeseung quirks his eyebrow up at the way you says his nickname that usually everyone except for you called him. he didn’t know if it was because he was drunk and frustrated that the girl he liked was with his best friend at the moment but you look so cute when you are upset in your little party dress that shows off your pretty legs.

heeseung wasn’t blind. he’s noticed before how attractive you got when you danced- you looked so carefree like you have no worries in the world- like you didn’t hate his guts.

and tonight you were dancing right in front of him and whining about how some guy (his best friend) didn’t like you and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

“and i’m drunk and i just want jake to- why’re you looking at me like that?” you stop your ramble when you notice the way heeseung’s face held a small smirk and his eyes were tight with something you’ve never seen before. you hold back a squeak when his hand wraps around your waist and pulls you closer to him.

“just dance with me, y/n- i want you to.” heeseung’s’ voice drops a few octaves as he spoke to you over the music. you think you were about to protest before he starts to grind his hips into yours with the beat. heeseung bends over so his lips were by your ear, “dance with me so jake can see what he’s missin’ out on, yeah?” and the smell of his shampoo that you swore you hated smelt so enticing with his deep voice that you only nod in response- your hips following afterwards.

you’re sure that if heeseung had asked you to dance with him a month ago you would’ve faked gagged and swore at him, but something about tonight and how you now know how heeseung felt against your body was changing you. your head felt lighter now that you had been drinking a while and your veins were filled with envy that seemed to heave down your arms onto heeseungs shoulders and wrapped around his neck.

heeseung’s hands pulled your hips so that they grind with his, pushing your lower abdomen into his and swaying your hips together to the beat of the loud music. the sounds of the cheers, singing and laughing by everyone else seemed to have been blacked out and you could only focus on dancing with him.

you leaned your head forward onto heeseung so that it rested just below his shoulder and looked over to where jake and isa had been standing minutes before. they still were in their own little world, both of them having soft smiles on their faces as they talked to one another.

“kiss me,” heeseung said as he watched you looking over at your future lovers.

“what?” you pulled your head away from him, remembering your hatred and disgust for the boy.

“kiss me,” heeseung repeated with a shrug, “make them pay attention to us, make them jealous.”

you felt shy under his gaze and you looked back over to jake that looked so pretty standing against the wall, talking to the girl he liked- to the girl that you wished you were, “i don’t know, heeseung.”

“c’mon y/n,” heeseung lowered his head so he could look into your eyes, “don’t you want jake to know that you've experienced? want isa to be interested in me instead?” when you still didn’t answer him and he picked up that you were zoning out to focus on your thoughts again, “please?”

and something about his desperate begging made you cave, “fine.” and heeseungs lips were against yours. it was a soft, long kiss at first- until it wasn’t.

you tried to keep up with the pace that he was kissing you at but all you could think about was jake that was standing just meters away and had a high chance of looking over and seeing you two. not to mention the hundreds of people all swarming the house that were standing and dancing around you that were all probably going to witness you and lee heeseung kissing.

heeseung pulls away from you gently so his head didn’t go far from yours, “pretend i’m jake, right y/n? pretend you’re kissing jake in front of everyone and grinding your dirty hips into his.”

heeseung’s words helped you fall into your fantasy easily and you closed your eyes and waited for his lips to be on yours again. this time, you imagined that jake was holding you close to his body, and pressing his lips roughly into yours with pure lust and desire.

you imagined that jake was kissing you in front of everyone at this stupid party to let everyone know that you were his. you feel as if you were kissing him so sloppily that if the house was silent, it would be the only thing you’d be able to hear.

one of heeseung’s hands leaves your waist and grips your jaw, his thumb taking a hold of your cheek to kiss you more. you press a hard kiss into his mouth, making a noise fall from his lips that only you could hear. the noise makes you pull away from him and your eyes dart to where jake and isa stood, they were closer to one another this time, and isa was looking right at you.

isa was pretty- pretty enough that even her expressionless face was intimidating as she stared at you. you couldn’t tell what she was thinking after she saw how intimate you and heeseung had been just seconds before for god knows how long.

jake who stood beside her was still talking to her, leaning down into her ear and whispering something to her, making her eyes tear apart from your own and focus back onto the boy you like.

heeseung grabbed your face and tore your head back to him, smashing his lips onto yours. both of your hips moved in sync with not only the music but with your lips as well. it was fast and sloppy and you liked the way both of your tongues meshed together- the way they fought together. jake’s hand slips down from your waist and plays with the hem of your dress. you could feel his warm fingers skim your upper thigh and it made you realize how much you needed him- how much you needed jake to make you feel good.

you pulled your head away from heeseung again, making him groan lowly out of annoyance and frustration. your eyes were met with the empty wall where jake and isa had once occupied, now both of them were out of sight. “where’d they go?”

heeseung grudgingly turns his head to look around the crowded room, trying to spit out his best friend and isa. “i don’t see them.”

“fuck, did they leave together?” you almost whined, not paying attention to the way your thighs rubbed together in the lack of being touched. heeseung almost laughed at your blind neediness, being easy to catch on since he’s been staring at your legs all night.

heeseung’s fingers grabbing the bottom of your dress again and pulling you closer to him make you snap your head towards him, about to curse at him out of shock and slight anger.

“it’s okay, we can just move on to the next step on monday, right?” heeseung said lowly to you.

you pout, “yeah i guess.” heeseung could feel the warmth from your skin as he kept his fingers hooked underneath the hem of your dress, wanting to itch his fingers up higher to rub against your panties and see if you were wet.

heeseung smirks at your answer and leans forward so that only you could hear him quickly, “how about you pretend i’m jake for a little while longer and make you feel good?” your eyes widen at his words and you become hyper-fixated on his fingers now. “hm?” his nose rubs into your cheek from the side once, wanting to get you to answer him.

“please.”

heeseung’s hands left your dress and grabbed hold of one of your hands, turning so that his back was to you and he was dragging you through the herd of people in the house. he was pulling you so fast through people that you were practically running after him as he took big strides to get to somewhere private. you couldn’t help the giggles that fell from your mouth as he almost ran into about ten different people and the dirty looks they were giving you and him.

heeseung pulls you into a bathroom he found down a hall and locks the door after you’re standing against the counter sink. he walks up to you so your hips are against the counter and your chests are pressed together.

“you’re gonna let me make you feel good?” heeseung asks you, his hands trailing down your sides.

“hees-.” you’re about to whine out from frustration but the sound of his tsking stops you.

“you gotta pretend, right y/n?” he smirks at the way you nod at him before he’s lifting you up and onto the counter. “close your eyes.” you do as he says, trying not to roll your eyes at how commanding he is and how you seem to be so easily obeying. you feel his hands roll up the bottom of your skirt so that it pools at your waist. you feel cold for a moment from your bottom half being newly exposed before you feel heeseu- jake starts to kiss your thighs softly.

out of what must be instinct, you spread your legs wider, accepting the boy in between them. “you’ve never been eaten out before, right?” he asks you, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs gently, not wanting to leave them. you shake your head no in response to him. he hums, “you trust me?” you nod again to him as the excitement grows within you. suddenly his hand grabs your chin and it makes you snap your eyes open, “use your words.”

“yes, i trust you.” you measly squeak out and you feel your lower abdomen tighten with lust at the thought of what was going to happen in a second.

“good girl,” he pats your cheek with his entire hand tenderly, “close your eyes.”

when you close them again you feel his breath on your thighs again and his hands stop at the top of your panties. your heartbeat quickens in anticipation as jake hooks his fingers into your panties, starting to slip them off of you. you raise your bottom half off of the counter for a second so that he can completely take them off of you and throws them to the ground.

your feel his hands spread your thighs so he can see you. heeseung groans at sight, “so fuckin’ pretty.” he mumbles and you try to not blush at the compliment. without much thought, jake moves his mouth to your core and licks a long strip of your slit with his tongue.

you whine at the feeling that you’ve never felt before, your hands clinging harder onto the counter to prepare yourself. jake continues to lick your slit while listening to the sounds you let out, wanting to know how to please you quickly. he smirks into your core when one of your hand's lets go of the counter and holds onto his hair instead.

every time jake goes over your clit you let out a quiet mewl that edges him on further. he gives your slit a few more ling strips before he’s teasing your opening open with his tongue. jake grunts at the taste of you, the vibrations into your core make you want to buck your hips up further into his face. “taste so good, baby.”

his grip on your legs tightens as he moves to angle them to lay over his shoulders so he can have better access to your pussy, “i've wanted your legs around my shoulders since i saw you walk down your damn stairs.”

“fuck, jake.” you moan out, throwing your head back at his words so that it rests against the mirror.

as if jake knows your body like the back of his own hand, he starts to fuck his tongue into you perfectly, making you feel something close to euphoric that you’ve never felt before. his tongue moves so fast in and out of you that it makes your stomach have a familiar tightness in it.

jake gives your clit a few hard sucks, before flicking it back and forth with his tongue. when you moan loudly and both of you feel your legs twitch around his shoulders you know that you won’t last much longer.

jake holds you closer to him, his tongue playing with you harder now, wanting to feel your orgasm on his tongue, “are you gonna come for me like the good girl you are, y/n? gonna come for me with your soft legs around my head?” he sucks one hard and final move before you’re thrown off the edge, moaning out a ‘jake’ as you do.

you orgasm hard while your legs and pussy twitch around him. jake moans into your core as you scream ‘his’ name as your eyes squeeze tighter together.

your grip on heeseung’s hair relaxes as you open your eyes to look down on him. his hair is pulled around on top of his head and his eyes look almost as blown out as yours do. his lips are red and his whole mouth and chin are glistening into the shitty bathroom light from your juices and his saliva.

“fuck,” you let out breathlessly as your chest heaves, trying to catch some breath.

“i’ve been saying that i’m good at giving head.” heeseung proclaims with a knowing look on his face.

you unwrap one of your legs from behind his head and press your toes to his shoulder and shove him back, “shut up, hee!” heeseung laughs as he falls backward slightly before standing up in between your legs again, this time towering over you as you still sat on the counter. he starts to lean in closer to you but stops when you quirk your eyebrow up at him and ask what he was doing.

“what? you don’t want to taste yourself?”

you couldn’t help the whine that comes out of your mouth at the thought of it, not caring that heeseung laughs at you before he pulls your mouth onto his. the kiss is almost soft, so you could really taste yourself. it’s sweet and gross but you don’t care.

heeseung pulls away and his hand came to grab onto your face, “open your mouth.” his fingers dig more into your skin to keep your mouth open when you did as he said. he leans his mouth over to yours and purses his lips, getting a glob of spit to fall from his mouth and land directly into yours.

the feeling of his spit mixed with your juices landing on your tongue was intense and you want to feel it again and again as you swallow it.

“fuck,” heeseung says breathlessly this time. you shyly smiled up at him and looked away down to your bare legs. the small bathroom felt more intimate now with the way heeseung had looked at you swallowing his spit so easily. “okay, move.” he taps the side of your ass suddenly, the intimate feeling vanishing within seconds.

so you scoff at him with disappointment as you jump down from the counter that he had put you on.

“what? i need to wash my hands.” he shakes his head at you.

you scoff again and turn to grab your panties and slip them back on yourself, “you’re just so kind heeseung, you really know how to treat a girl you just tongue fucked.” you speak sarcastically, heeseung catches the way you roll your eyes behind him in the mirror.

“just go wait outside for me,” he says dismissively as he watches you in the mirror.

“so now you’re kicking me out?” you ask him with your arms crossed over your chest, your dress still pushed up your thighs and heeseung has to force himself to look away from your legs.

“no, i just need to fix my hard-on before we leave and i’d prefer to have some privacy.” heeseung shakes his head at you before he turns around, “unless you want to see my dick, y/n.” your eyes naturally glance down at the hard bulge in his pants as he leans against the counter you were just moaning on top of.

“ew!” you exclaim out of instinct from all the other times heeseung has mentioned his dick in front of you. you turn and unlock the door before opening it and stepping out of it, closing it harshly behind you. you bite down on your smile when you hear heeseung laugh from the other side of it.

the music is much louder but still muffled as you wait for heeseung in the hallway. you hum along to it as you pull your dress down and try to fix your appearance yourself.

“oh, y/n!” ryujin’s voice calls from the top of the stairs down the hall.

“hey!” you smile at her as she comes closer.

“do you know if jake is in the bathroom?” ryujin points to the closed door beside you.

“uh,” you drag out, taken by surprise at her question, completely aware of the feeling of sweat that starts to form on your back.

the bathroom door swings open and reveals a normal-looking heeseung- as if his head wasn’t just in between your legs and his spit was dribbling from his lips to yours.

“oh, hey, hee.” ryujin nods at him with a confused expression.

“hey,” he smiles at her, “what’s up?”

“nothing really, have you been in there the whole time?” she asks him and points to the bathroom behind him.

“no, only a few minutes,” heeseung shrugs casually and you mentally curse at him for being able to remain so calm as ryujin questions the bathroom you were both just in, “why?”

“because i could’ve sworn i heard someone moan jake in there, i thought him and isa were finally hooking up.” ryujin laughs sincerely as you and heeseung can only look at each other in shock.

“uh, i didn’t hear anything, i’ll find out later from jake though if they did.” heeseung winks at her, “i’ll talk to you later.”

“sweet.” ryujin nods at him as he walks away, going back downstairs, leaving you with ryujin in the hall and questioning the entire experience you had just had with lee heeseung.

you didn’t talk to heeseung for the rest of the weekend after he left you with ryujin in the hallway, but you met with him monday morning in the outdoor classroom.

your legs are dangling off the bench you sit on when heeseung comes in, throwing himself down beside you and sighing.

“what’s up with you?” you ask as you look over at his slumped down figure.

“you should be thankful that you aren’t as close friends with isa as i am with jake.” heeseung states, resting his chin in his palm as he leans on the bench handle. you ask him what he’s talking about and he continues, “all day yesterday all jake could talk about was how amazing isa is- which i know she is- but i don’t want to hear another guy talk about the girl i like!”

“he was saying that she is amazing?” you feel your shoulders drop, “what else was he saying?”

“just that she smells nice, and her smile is perfect and that she’s just so funny- which i can’t argue with but-” heeseung stops himself when he sees your smaller figure matches his slumped over one, a small pout forming on your lips. “hey- it’s okay, you know our plan is going to work and i’ll have to suffer and hear about all the things jake likes about you then.” heeseung sits up and shoves your shoulder with his, trying to perk you up.

“do we even know if it’s going to work!” you exclaim feeling frustrated, “i mean saturday night went nothing according to plan!”

“well it didn’t really follow along to our plan exactly, but jake saw that you know how to make out and grind at least!” heeseung starts to laugh as he teases you.

“heeseung!” you groan feeling embarrassed by the way you were clinging onto him two days ago.

“what? you were good! i’m sure jake noticed!” the bell ringing meaning the start of the school prevents you from yelling at him and shoving him off of the bench you are both sitting at, “shit, i’m gonna be late for practice now.” heeseung swings his backpack over his shoulder as stands, “you coming?”

you shrug, “nah, i have a quiz next period so i’m just going to stay out here and study for it.”

“alright, see you around, good luck on your quiz.”

“see you.”

heeseung leaves the outdoor classroom and leaves you behind on the bench, making you remember the way it felt for him to leave you right after he gave you head on the weekend- right after he basically kicked you out. you wondered for the past two days about how his personality changed so much in a second from where he could be so soft and almost caring- to the downright douchebag you always knew in a second.

you don’t understand lee heeseung and you wonder if you ever will.

even with heeseung’s wish for your success, you didn’t do good on your quiz, which you found out a couple of days after you took it.

you groan as you look over the paper, mentally cursing at the red ink written all over it to show your mistakes.

“what’d you get on it, y/n?” chaehyun, the pretty girl with brown hair who sits beside you, asks.

“fifty-five.” you roll your eyes and lazily swing your awful quiz in the air in front of her to see all your teacher’s writing.

“hm, well at least you passed right!” she tries to cheer you up with an almost pained smile on her face.

“yeah, i guess.” you turn back to the quiz, your eyes glaring at it.

“uh, anyways, i heard that you and heeseung are a thing now.”

“what?” you exclaimed loudly, causing other students in your class to turn and glare at you, “what are you talking about?” you lower your voice to speak with chaehyun.

the brunette shrugs, “i heard that you guys were like making out at the party last saturday.”

your jaw gaps open. you knew that people would see you and heeseung together at the party, you were in the middle of the room- but you didn’t expect people to think that you were dating.

“god, ew!” you put your hands up in defence at the thought, “we are absolutely not a thing- i hate him!”

“yeah, that’s what i said- i’ve heard you guys argue a lot before.”

you roll your eyes out of annoyance, the thought of heeseung being your boyfriend leaving a taste of disgust in your mouth (unlike his spit), “yeah, exactly.” before you could explain more, your teacher stands up explaining that he wants to go over the quiz to make sure everyone understands it, making you and chaehyun sheepishly smile at each other as she turns back into her seat.

when the end of the day arrives, you make a beeline straight for heeseung’s locker to tell him what chaehyun had told you. the idea of what people have been saying made you nervous and you felt your knees bouncing up and down in your seat as the clock seemed to be moving so slowly during your last class.

you wanted jake to know that you’re experienced- not that you’re dating his best friend.

“what’s up, y/n?” you turn at the question and see sunghoon standing there.

“uh, not much.” you shrug up at the figure skater.

he nods, “what’re you doing here, then?”

“what do you mean?”

“why are you standing at heeseung’s locker?”

“oh!” you push yourself off of it, “nothing!” sunghoon gives you a weird look before starting to unlock his own.

“okay, then.”

“where is he anyway?”

“he didn’t come to school today, texted something about not feeling well.”

you nod at sunghoon, “oh, alright. what’re you doing now then?”

“i gotta go meet my coach at a cafe, i’m going to a competition this weekend and we need to go over a few things.”

“oh really! that’s so exciting!” you smile up at your friend, “have fun with your coach then, i guess. good luck this weekend!”

“thanks, y/n.” sunghoon clamps his hand down on your head and messes up your hair, chuckling as you let out a “hey!” before he’s leaving.

the action makes you think about when jake messed up your hair on the weekend. it sent butterflies down from your chest into your stomach when he did it- but you felt nothing when sunghoon just had.

sunghoon has been your friend since freshman year, so him teasing you didn’t bother you at this point- but the fact that he did the same action that jake did did in fact bother you.

it was a friend-like- action when sunghoon did it- but when jake did you thought he was flirting and you liked his attention. you wondered if jake had only done it in a friendly way as well- and it made your heart sink at the thought.

you arrive at heeseung’s house quicker than ever with your nervousness helping your legs walk faster. you damned him for staying home on the day you actually needed him to be at school; chaehyun’s words simultaneously pissed you off and made you anxious.

you knock on the door that you’ve seen before- only have been at his house a few times, but enough to recognize it very well. when no one came to the door you wondered if heeseung had lied to sunghoon about staying home because he was ‘sick’- or maybe sunghoon had lied to you.

you just had to talk to heeseung though so you reach and try for the door handle- pleasantly surprised when it opens. you pause for a moment with your body halfway through the door and consider your opticians- but the whole school thinks you’re dating the boy so you enter the house.

heeseung really wasn’t feeling good when he woke up that morning- tell his parents that he was going to stay home for the day while they head out the door for work. they told him to rest well and eat some of the soup that they made the night before.

he hadn’t had the soup, but he did rest well. he slept the majority of the day and realized that he only woke up a few minutes after school had ended. he hadn’t made any progress with isa since he spoke to her the week before and it was frustrating for him. all he could think about was her.

it was hard not to imagine what isa would be like underneath him- especially since jake would go into detail about the way her body felt against is while they made out and the way her soft moans filled his ears so nicely. heeseung wished more and more every day that he was jake instead of himself. he thinks that if he had the chance to switch bodies, he would.

heeseung wasn’t necessarily jealous of his best friend- no, he loved jake. they’ve been basically inseparable since jake transferred to their school in sophomore year. sometimes it felt like they were brothers, especially in the summers when they would spend days together straight in a row.

so no, he wasn’t jealous of jake- he just wanted isa to be in love with him instead.

the first time that heeseung saw jake was during freshman year. at that point, heeseung was determined to lose his virginity and start messing around with other girls. heeseung wouldn’t describe himself as the most handsome guy in the world- but he wouldn’t ever complain about his looks. so it was easy for him to get girls.

he thought it would be easy for him to get with isa, but every time he’d try to talk to her- it was like he forgot how to speak.

he thought she was pretty from afar, but up close she was beautiful. her two freckles under his left eye captivated him and her smile was just breathtaking.

after freshman year when heeseung had lost his virginity quite early and had already hooked up with a few girls- he heard more about lee isa and how she was the star stellar ‘good girl’ of the school. he’d seen her dance in the concert their school would hold, and he saw her continuously in the hallways where she’d be speaking so kindly to someone and brushing her hair behind her ear.

heeseung thought he had fucked himself when he was on the edge of borderline blackness at a party when isa had walked in with her friends. it was the first time he had seen her in her regular clothes and not a dance costume or the hideous school uniform that the school made them wear.

she looked so innocent and pure and just so kind that he had to leave immediately because he knew his drunken mind wouldn’t be able to hold a simple and kind conversation with the pretty girl.

heeseung had heard that isa didn’t sleep around like him, but she wasn’t a virgin. he had heard that she only fucks boys that were her boyfriend and that she hated womanizers. which was just perfect for heeseung because everyone knew he hadn’t had a girlfriend before but he had lots of girl experience.

when jake had first brought up isa during the summer- saying something about how they bumped into each other at the beach, heeseung gulped- because heeseung wasn’t stupid. he knew what girls (and boys) thought about jake. he was the most good-looking guy in their school and heeseung knew that if jake wanted isa- he would and could get her.

heeseung hadn’t seen isa around parties much, but towards the end of last summer she was showing up and almost every single one. and at every single one jake would be talking about her or talking to her. it didn't bother heeseung at first- but now that jake and isa were spending time together outside of those shitty parties and school- he couldn’t get it off of his mind.

jake had told heeseung that he and isa hadn’t gone too far within the sexual realm. but he’d go into specifics about the way her pretty lips would feel against his own, and the way they would drag down his neck and suck a dark bruise onto his collarbone that he’d have to hide with his school uniform button-up. or the way that she would moan into his mouth as they kissed and she grinded ontop of him on his bed.

heeseung wanted isa to do those things with him, but instead, he’s home sick from school with an aching hard-on. usually when heeseung felt this way he’d jerk off or find someone to fuck- but he felt too tired and just rolled over onto his side to sleep the rest of his sickness away. he didn’t hear you step up to his bedroom door and open it enough to slip through it.

the last time that you had been in heeseung’s room was when he fingered you and wiped his spit and your cum onto your school- a part of you wondered if that would happen again today, but the way his eyelashes fell so softly onto his rosy cheekbones you figured it wouldn’t. you don’t know how long you stayed in heeseung’s room as he slept, but you found yourself in a comfy position on the chair of his desk.

you were just about to leave when you started feeling tired when you hear heeseung stir in his bed beside you. his feet move the blanket from underneath it as he moves around.

“hey.” spoke softly to him.

“jesus christ!” heeseung sits up on his elbow at the sound of your voice, his eyes bewildered as he takes in your figure in his chair. “how long have you been here?”

you shrug and look at the time, “almost forty-five minutes.”

“what the hell, so you just sat here? and you didn’t wake me?”

“no, sunghoon said you were sick.” you stifled a yawn that heeseung caught, “and i’ve been here before a few times, plus,” you turn the chair to completely face him, “didn’t you finger me in that bed last week? I figured I would be able to sit here and wait for you to wake up.”

heeseung groans and flops his upper face back onto his bed, his hands coming up to brush his bangs out of his face.

“move over,” you’re standing beside his bed, starting to pull at the blankets, heeseung does so, and only when your bare legs from your skirt brush against his own does he remembers the ache in his cock that he hasn’t relieved. he instantly moves over more so his body is flush against the wall. you notice and scoff at him, “what? you can make me orgasm but you can’t lay beside me?”

“no no- i’m just, sick.” heeseung tries to cover for himself, hoping for once that your stubbornness would rest and you’d just believe him for once.

“really? you’re just sick?” you turn onto your side to face him, “what’s wrong?”

your genuine concern scares heeseung a little and he’s almost preparing himself for you to punch him, “i’m just cold and i had a fever earlier.” you place your hand on his forehead to feel a subtle warmth on it, meanwhile you take notice of the way he has goosebumps on his upper arms that are revealed from his t-shirt riling up.

“maybe you’re cold because you aren’t wearing anything warm.” you shake your head as you point out the obvious. the rest of his arms have stayed under the blanket and you can see from the outline that they’re resting down his abdomen. you move closer out of instinct to try to keep him warm before you can even stop yourself. your arms brushing against his when you realize that they’re clasped on top of each other way further than you had initially thought.

heeseung and you make eye contact as you move closer to him, both of you realizing that you had caught on to the way his hands were holding each other on his body. before he can say anything you rip the blanket off of his cold body and see for yourself that his hands are in fact covering his crotch.

“y/n! really, it’s not-.” heeseung scrambles for the blanket quickly and covers himself up, “it’s not-.” he stops when he sees your blank and curious expression.

“are you,” you want to stop yourself, “hard?” you look away from heeseung’s covered crotch to his eyes and they’re visibly tense and wide. he nods at you and he thinks it's the first time he’s felt awkward with a girl in his bed since he lost his virginity.

heeseung can’t help but notice the way you just stare at his blanket-covered crotch with a hint of something he’s only seen twice in your eyes and your teeth holding your lip snug in between them. he calls your name and you blink and look up at him, “do you want some more experience?” when you nod up at him he continues, “do you wanna see it?” when you nod up at him again, unable to form words from the nervousness you were feeling (you were about to see lee heeseung’s cock oh god), he shuffles under the blanket to take his hard cock out and then he’s lifting the blanket so you can see him holding it in his hand.

heeseung doesn’t miss the way you licked your lips at the sight. his tip is red from the ache he's been feeling for hours and you can see there’s precum at the top, he’s so hard that it's stuck straight up and resting in his giant hand.

heeseung brings his hand up to your lips, “spit.” you do as he says and let your saliva fill his fingertips before he’s sinking hand back down to his dick and coating it with your spit. his thighs twitch subtly as he starts to feel the pleasure his body was asking for. his hand starts to jerk his dick up and down slowly, wanting you to see your spit coat every prominent vein.

heeseung’s chest heaves quietly beside you and you hear him exhale through his nose. he sees the way your fingers move from the hem of your skirt to the bed and play with his sheets.

“do you want to touch it, y/n?” heeseung asks you, his head resting on your shoulder now. he feels you nod again against his head, “use your words.”

“yes, hee, i wanna touch it,” you respond to him.

“you gonna make me feel good, baby?”

“yes, please.”

heeseung smirks against your shirt-covered shoulder, “go ahead.”

both of you watch your shaky hand makes its way to his cock, and you almost gasp at how warm and hard it feels in your hand. heeseung lets you experimentally jerk his cock up and down for a minute, wanting you to feel comfortable with a dick in your hand until he finally lets himself relax in your touch and let you touch him.

his eyes close and he lets out a few pants before he speaks, “a little tighter, not gonna hurt me… fuck.”

his warm breath fans across your neck as you do what he says. you aren’t sure if you’re supposed to be imagining that it’s jake you’re doing this to or not but you feel content at the moment with heeseung. the way he’s finally quieted down and lets you do what you want- lets you learn with his cock in your hand.

you start to feel more confident with his reactions so you start moving your hand faster up and down. heeseung’s head drops back onto his pillow, his face scrunching up in the slightest, “isa.” he lets out and your chest feels weird and you think your hand status on his dick before it’s back to moving faster. you think that this is how heeseung must feel when you say jake’s name instead.

your hand rubs his tip for a second before it’s jerking his entire cock again, making him let out a moan close to your ear. his hand grabs onto your bare thigh and squeezes it. his hips start to move into your hand and his breathing starts to become sporadic.

“fuck, ‘m gonna cum.” he announces and you glance over at him. the way his cheeks are rosier than before as he concentrates on reaching his high. you can’t help but think that lee heeseung looks pretty at the moment. his lips are red from him biting them and his eyelashes are pressed tightly to his cheekbone.

it’s not long until heeseung is coming in your hand, you can feel his cum splatter out of his tip and onto his blanket and dribble down the back of your hand, while your name spills from his lips.

“fuck, y/n.” you look at him as he pants your name, his eyes now open as he watches his cum shine on your hand. before he can say more you’re lifting your hand away from his cock and are slipping your fingers into your mouth. you watch him moan out at the sight, licking his lips. he swallows hard, “come here.” he speaks lowly and he’s smashing his lips onto yours, not caring about the taste of his own cum being shared with your mouths.

“i told you i was good.” you lower your voice and speak sarcastically, mocking his words from the last time you two were together.

“shut up.” he pushes your face gently away from his. you watch as he pulls his pants back up, and he’s taking his blanket off of the bed, laughing when you complain about it being cold. “give me one sec.” you hear him downstairs, starting the washing machine to put his blanket in, and a few cabinet doors closing until he’s back with a new blanket that he’s throwing over you and his bed.

he crawls back over you, and this time he’s not flush against the wall but flush against you.

heeseung’s arm drapes around your stomach as he lays on his side, his head resting on his pillow but his nose is in your hair, “why’d you come over anyway? wanted to see if i was really sick or not.”

you chuckle, “yeah and because i heard something at school that i wanted to tell you.”

“what did you hear?” heeseung feels the way your body stiffens at his question.

“that people think we’re dating.”

heeseung starts laughing- he starts laughing so hard that he has to roll back onto his back to let it out.

“what’s so funny?” you sit up on your elbows to look at him.

“just-” heeseung takes in air to breathe, “just that you got so serious to say that. god, i thought something was wrong-wrong, not that.”

“something is wrong! i don’t want people to think we’re dating!” you explain to him with wide eyes.

heeseung’s laughing settles down and he’s looking up at you from his pillow, “why’s it so bad if people think we’re dating anyway?”

“because! it would be weird if i dated you and then dated jake! and would jake even want to date me if i dated his best friend?”

heeseung sighs at your explanation, his hand comes up to grab onto your upper arm, pulling you down to lay beside him again, “we’ve been over this- jake doesn’t care if we date the same girl or not- plus i’ll even tell him you and i aren’t serious.” heeseung sees you take a deep breath as if you relax at his words, “i don’t see any cons if people think we’re dating- jake will know you’re experienced and isa will think i’m capable of settling down with a girl.”

“yeah, i guess you’re kinda right?’ you think about his ideas.

“yeah, so…” heeseung thinks for a second, “why don’t we just like a fake date then?”

“fake date?” you exclaim again, your heart picks up pace in your chest which makes you thankful heeseung isn’t wrapping his arm around you again.

“yeah,” heeseung says so nonchalantly, “c’mon think about it, it would be so beneficial to both of us.”

there’s a moment of silence in heeseung’s room as you think about it.

“fine.”

heeseung smiles a genuine smile at you and pokes your side making you squirm, “okay girlfriend.”

“ew don’t!” you laugh at the name, “that’s so gross, hee.” heeseung smiles more at his nickname that everyone except for you calls him, it makes him feel closer to you in a way- as if you don’t hate each other anymore. there’s a beat of anxiety in his heart when he thinks about what will happen when you both date the person you actually like- will you have to go back to hating each other?

heeseung pushes the thought away and wraps his arm around your stomach again and focuses on something else, “who told you they thought we were dating?”

“chaehyun.”

“chaehyun?” heeseung asks confusedly and when you nod he thinks about it longer, “the one with the big tits?”

“ew heeseung!” you push his arm off of you, “you’re literally so gross!”

“what? now since we’re dating i can’t talk about other girls’ tits?”

your hands come to cover your face and you groan, “oh god.” you can only cover your laugh with your hands when you hear heeseung cackle beside you. you think to yourself about what have you gotten yourself into with lee heeseung and how will this all turn out.

lee heeseung told you to trust him when you asked him how you should tell everyone that you were ‘dating’.

you didn’t expect to walk into school the following day with everyone staring directly at you and heeseung together.

you’re sure that everyone has seen you and heeseung together before- it wasn’t a secret how the two of you never got along and were always at each other's throats. you expected people to think it was bizarre that the both of you were dating- but to your and heeseung’s surprise, it was the complete opposite.

for days, everyone would be coming up to either you, heeseung or the both of you at the same time and just gush about how perfect the two of you looked together. you think you pulled off fake smiling and thanking them during the first few times, but by the end of the next week, you couldn’t even glance in the person's direction when they fawned over your new ‘relationship’.

your friends thought it was weird.

they thought you both had hit your heads and were experiencing severe memory loss and delusion.

“there is just no way that you guys are serious right now!” jay leans over the cafeteria table, and his hand smacks down onto it. heeseung and you sigh and roll your eyes, “oh god, you even move in sync now!”

“jay, would you quit it? would all of you quit it? why is it so weird that we’re together?” heeseung snaps at your friends who are all sitting around the table and staring at the two of you like you are wild animals.

“because just last week you were at each other’s throats saying you wanted the other to be dead!” choerry explains from jay’s lap.

“it’s just weird guys!” ryujin shakes her head, “it doesn’t make sense.”

“why’s weird if heeseung and i date, but it’s not weird that jay and choerry are?” you defend yourself and heeseung.

“because choerry didn’t push jay so hard he was sneezing sand for a week in the summer!” sunghoon points out, a smirk crawling onto your face at the memory of heeseung face down at the beach.

heeseung shrugs, “she’s feisty.” a snort leaves your nose and your friends look bewildered.

“i just- i don’t believe it.” chaeryeong looks at all of your friends.

“hey guys,” jake joins your table with his lunch in his hands. he sits down beside heeseung with a smile- which leaves his mouth when he feels the tight atmosphere in the air. “what’s up?”

“heeseung and y/n are dating.” choerry fills him in.

jake’s face turns to confusion and he looks at heeseung, a weird look in his eye before he looks at you, “okay,” jake draws out the word, “that’s cool i guess.”

“cool?” jay exclaims, shoving choerry off of his lap so he can stand up, “cool? it’s preposterous!”

“jay!” choerry reaches for him, trying to calm him down.

“guys, i can’t.” jay starts to scramble for his things so he can leave, “this is the weirdest day in my entire life!” jay turns on his heel, choerry standing up and chasing after him as his rambles continue through the cafeteria until he gets to the doors.

heeseung reaches for jake’s fries and plops one into his mouth, “you guys are so overthinking this.”

you catch the way jake’s confused expression doesn’t leave his face as he continues to stare at heeseung. you can tell that he wants to say more- and maybe he will to his best friend later- which you’ll make sure to ask him about when he comes over to give you some more experience.

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