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lheespen · 5 months ago

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SO FLASHY.

P. female reader x aquaintiences heeseung & jake G. smut, mdni WC. 1.7k WR. accidentally sending nudes to two friends, thats the story.

A/N this is not a finished fanfic — i can’t stress this enough – this is a concept i wanted to do but couldn't bring myself to finish. please read it anyways, i'd love to come back to this concept and add to it.

10:46PM

you and your closest two friends weren’t new to sending each other lewd photos.

it wasn’t often, but opinions were made casually between you three, the relationship abnormally close in the eyes of others. your left hand scooped around your soapy breasts, strategically covering your nipples. you let one slip within the photo, your right nipple purposely trapped between your middle and ring finger.

you manipulate your phone with your right hand, angling yourself within the camera so your boobs look perfect, so much so you’re almost giddy. you look over the pictures with a tinted head, scanning your eyes up and down the screen. a laugh rolls out your mouth, your eyes glancing around your shower as you shake embarrassment. taking nude photos wasn’t something natural for you, but you liked the thrill it gave.

you captioned the photo sloppily with your right hand, your left hand still holding your boobs snug;

hot or overrated?

droplets jump off your skin; hitting your moist phone screen and typing right thumb. you click the little yellow button in the right bottom corner, scanning for your friends names in the list of contacts you have.

you click multiple names by accident with your scrolling, reminding yourself to remove each one of them once your friends name shows up.

your friends loved sending and receiving photos, bonding with you in a playfully sexual way. they usually gave great advice about what partners to send photos to — suggest better poses — even going as far as to give you step-by-step tutorials.

out of the mindless scrolls; two of your friends bitomoji show up. most of your snapchat friends had shorted names or nicknames, emojis being the only thing that separated the different contacts.

it was on purpose, your family snooped through your stuff constantly. you swore you’d protect your friends from being exposed for certain things, keeping their names censored after an issue in high school.

you unselect one… three… five names as you scroll upwards, your eyes barely scanning the list.

though surprising to some, this was routine for you; your eyes barely checking the lineup before pressing send.

bffl 🤍

delivered • just now

thee realest

delivered • just now

your eyes pop out of your head in shock.

you didn’t recognize “jk” and “hs” — at all.

you frantically swipe on one of the accounts to snoop, noticing the bitmoji is male styled. you wash your left hand off as best you can behind your back before swinging the soaking wet thumb to your lips. you blow your thumb dry on all rounded edges, twisting your hand to dispel as much water as possible as it forcibly dries.

you finally click the character, staring at the profiles photo before daring to look down at *hs’* username:

lheeseung101

“oh my god - what the fuck?!” you nearly drop your phone into the shower, eyes welling with tears. you push the base of your palms into your eyes, balancing your phone between your fingers. your heartbeat thumps in your chest, anxiety slowly seeping through your veins as you regulate your breathing.

you huff out a soft cry in embarrassment, tears blending into the water from your shower as you pull your hands away from your face, neglecting the way water aggressively beats against your phone.

you knew who it was—meaning you knew exactly who ‘jk’ was without a second glance. hs and jk—heeseung and jake—were close friends.

they were tightly knit, their programs connected down to their classes taken each semester. they lived in the same house, sharing the same bathroom. they wore alike clothes, going to each others classes for fun just to keep each other company through their off days.

where the fuck were their names?

you knew them from a party—the connection between you three a little impersonal. they slipped under your radar constantly, this now being the newest and worst instances where you’d accidentally message one of them.

they were inseparable.

what was jakes was heeseungs and vice versa. they did everything together, so much so people questioned their relationship as friends.

they were close, very.

there were rumours of their polyamorous sexual track record, multiple stories circulating housing in their first school year.

you knew both of them having their hands on your nudes would be an issue.

best scenario; they both ignore your snap.

you’d ‘run into them’ at their favourite spot on campus, sharing soft greetings. you’d ask to open the snaps yourself with some fabricated story, jake forking his and heeseungs phones over with a soft smile: “shit, what’d you send?”

worst scenario; they open them.

they open them and it’s in public.

heeseungs eyes would pop open with raised brows before boldly showing jake his screen. he’d practically shoot out of his chair to read who its from, a smirk on his open mouth as he’d grab his friends phone: “when did she send that?!”

even if they didn’t screenshot your nudes through the app, you were positive they'd organize themselves to take a photo with the available phone.

your friend messages only slightly break you from your mental doom with each soft pings. she spams your snap messages with compliments you’d usually giggle and smile to, but you can’t focus.

you can’t read anything she says, your thumbs moving so fast autocorrect can’t keep up;

i just fucjing sent a nude to jakr n heeseung

no fucjibg lie

i mean ut

BOTH OF THEM

thee realest

SHUT THE FUCK UP……

bffl 🤍

bitch ur lyinggg

when?

just npw

the exact smae photo i sent U GUYS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

thee realest

OMGGGG

DID THEY OPEN THEM

NO IM GONNSA KILL MYSEELF

bffl 🤍

wait dw

its not that bad

thee realest

dont text them about it

wait till they say something before you do the most

spamming them wont help

itll only make u look crazy

you slide out of the chat to check the status on the two other snaps:

opened • just now

fuck….

heeseung sinks into the couch, his right hand scrolling down notifications sent to him the past two hours. he had multiple snaps unopened, attempting to click on the most recent notification to see what one of his classmates sent in one of his many group chats.

he didn’t want to open your snap in all honestly, you two hadn’t spoken in months. his thumb practically slipped, clicking on your snap over the one directly above it.

at first he’s confused, screwing up his face with tight brows. his eyes scan the photo in confusion, from the soap on your torso to the pinched nipple.

“yo jake…” hes almost scared to speak over a whisper, his eyes unpeeled from the screen as he shifts his head slowly toward the stairs.

jake isn’t close enough to hear, slowly waltzing down from the second floor. the house was pretty large, styled with four bedrooms and a huge shared kitchen, living and dining room space.

jake lazily stomps through the house, looking over at the couch with squinted eyes. he reaches the kitchen, stationed to heeseungs right as he rips the two fridge doors open.

“did jay bring the wings?” he looks over his left shoulder at his stunned older friend, “i’m hungry as hell.”

the question falls on deaf ears, a soft “that chick from jays party just sent me a titty pic” slipping from heeseungs slim pink lips.

there’s no subtleness in his interjection, the boy purposefully leaving your name out — jake never remembered your name.

jakes head jerks a little in confusion, his eyebrows pulling together as he mimics heeseungs features.

there’s a pause,

“titty?”

heeseung laughs before continuing, “dude shes in the shower, boobs out and soapy.”

jakes mouth drops, his feet scurrying against the tile and wood flooring in his socks. he throws himself down on the couch, leaning over heeseungs right shoulder. heeseung angles his phone uncomfortably in his right hand as he displays the photo proudly, his screen obnoxiously bright.

jake leans in, his eyes scanning the photo completely.

he looks for more, wondering if there’s something else’s after the initial photo, if he could catch a glimpse lower just because it’s there.

he’s pretty impressed. he didn’t expect this type of photo from someone like you, pure disbelief in his face.

“no fucking way! thats….”

heeseungs eyes watch jakes expression, a smirk plastered on his tan features. “i-i mean…. she looks,” jake trails off again, his own right hand slowly pulling forward. he softly wraps his fingers around the back of the device, looking at the still image with parted lips.

he can’t finish his sentence; and he’s not sure what he even started off with.

heeseung softly laughs at how perverted his friends face is, swallowing the urge to tease him.

“definitely not overrated.” jake comments aloud as he switches topics. he runs his tongue over his lips before laughing softly, “are you guys talking?” he asks with a soft glance to the left, licking his lips mindlessly as he awaits a response.

heeseungs head shakes no, jakes jake twitching in surprise as he glances back at the screen. “i haven’t seen or spoken to her in months.” he answers as he reaches his right hand out for his phone.

“i’m not even sure she meant to send it to me,” he starts again as he slowly pulls his phone back from the bottom, careful to keep the snap open.

jake smiles as he lets heeseungs phone go, “you think she sent me one?” a growing smirk engulfing his face as he shifts back in his seat, scooting his hips forward so he sits more comfortably.

“i’ll pay you a ‘hunnid dollars right now if she did.”

“bet”

jake rips his phone out his right front pocket, thumbs sifting through his password and apps. snapchat was truthfully one of his most used applications, ignoring the multiple unopened texts and unopened emails on his phone.

he recognizes your name from heeseungs screen, your notification squished between his other unopened snapchats.

“she sent me somethin’ too!” he looks over excitedly, practically bouncing in his seat as he laughs. “what time did she send the snap?” jake asks as he looks over to heeseungs screen, but he doesnt click off.

“dunno - can’t close the snap.”

jakes eyes push into a crescent shape as he laughs, sneaking one final peak at heeseungs phone.

“you’re a perv,” he comments as he clicks his most recent snapchat from you without warning.

the identical snap flashes onto his screen.

heeseung can’t believe it, his lips parting in shock as both men lock eyes. “this can’t be a mistake,” he comments with a soft shrug, dropping his phone on the couch.

“do we send something back?” jake asks softly, both men slowly glancing down at their screens.

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lheespen · 6 months ago

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picture perfect - lhs

pairing: ex!heeseung x midnight rain!reader genre: angst, exes meeting again in a different circumstance, heeseung is getting married, the one that got away word count: 2.5k summary: what's worse than interviewing your ex-fiancé for his wedding while tormented by the life you could have had? especially when you couldn't stop glancing on the ring on his finger.

My boy was a montage A slow-motion, love potion Jumping off things in the ocean I broke his heart 'cause he was nice

“When did you realize that she was the one? That it was love?”

The room was colder than you expected, or maybe it was the weight of the moment that made you shiver. Five years had passed since you left Heeseung behind, but here you were, standing across from him again. He stood in a pristine tuxedo, tailored to perfection, like the life he now led—polished, flawless, but distant. Heeseung, heir to a powerful conglomerate, and you, the broadcast journalist in a media uniform tasked with interviewing him for what was being called the "wedding of the century."

It had been an impossible love, one you knew couldn’t last. But that didn’t stop you from falling hard for him.

Back in college, it felt like the stars had aligned just for you two. You met by chance in a quiet library, studying late at night. You were flipping through notes, while he sat across from you, struggling to stay awake after hours of classes and business meetings for his family’s company. He caught your eye when he nearly fell asleep, knocking a stack of books to the floor.

“You alright there?” you had teased, a soft smile playing on your lips.

Heeseung rubbed his eyes and chuckled. “Yeah, just tired. Guess business majors don’t get to sleep, huh?”

That small interaction turned into late-night study sessions and shared meals at the local café, hiding from the world that seemed to have already decided your places. The more you learned about him, the more the quiet, gentle side of him drew you in—the side that wasn’t always front and center in the media’s image of him.

“Let’s keep this just between us,” Heeseung had said once, eyes soft as the two of you sat together in a dimly lit restaurant far off campus, tucked into a corner where no one would recognize him. “The world outside… it’s too complicated.”

You agreed, understanding the stakes. His family had expectations, and you were just an ordinary student. Yet, it didn’t stop the stolen glances in class or the secret hand-holding when no one was watching.

Those were some of the happiest moments of your life. No matter how fleeting, they felt like something real, something lasting.

And then there was that night—your last trip together before everything changed. The two of you had gone to a secluded beach, the sound of waves crashing against the shore the only witness to your love. Underneath a sky full of stars, Heeseung pulled out a ring, his hands trembling slightly as he looked at you, eyes wide with hope.

“I know it’s crazy… but marry me,” he whispered, his voice full of emotion. “I want you to be the person I come home to. The one who knows me when the rest of the world only sees… him.”

You had said yes without hesitation. How could you not? In that moment, it felt like everything was falling into place. You had both once pictured yourselves at opposite ends of the aisle—him in a crisp, white tuxedo, and you in the wedding dress of your dreams. It was this memory of him that still kept you awake at night.

But reality didn’t wait long to rear its ugly head. Graduation came, and with it, responsibilities neither of you could ignore. You got your dream job as a news presenter, but it meant constant travel. Heeseung, meanwhile, was tied to his family’s legacy, the weight of it pressing down on him, anchoring him to a life you couldn’t share.

"I can’t leave everything behind," he had told you one night, frustration evident in his voice. "This is who I am."

"I know," you replied quietly, staring down at the engagement ring on your finger, feeling its weight more than ever. "And I’m not asking you to. But I… I need to be someone too. I can’t just be… your shadow."

Heeseung had pleaded with you to stay, to make it work somehow, but deep down, you both knew it wasn’t possible. The worlds you came from were too far apart, the demands on you both too great.

When you took off the ring that night in his car, your hands trembling, the look in his eyes broke you. Heeseung had always been composed, even under pressure, but that night, he cried. You watched as his tears fell, and the ache in your chest felt unbearable.

"I’m sorry," you whispered, voice barely holding steady as you placed the ring in his palm. "I love you, but I can’t… I can’t do this."

Heeseung had tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat. All he could do was watch as you opened the car door and walked away.

Now, five years later, that past stood between you like an invisible wall.

The soft murmur of crew members adjusting lights and setting up cameras filled the studio, but all you could hear was the steady, rhythmic pounding of your heart. Heeseung sat in front of you, the gleam of his dark wedding tuxedo catching the artificial light. His hand rested on his knee, the gold band on his ring finger gleaming—a silent reminder of everything that had changed.

You cleared your throat, shuffling your notes, attempting to shake off the unease settling over you. This was supposed to be just another interview—routine, professional. But the tension in the air was palpable, an invisible thread tugging at memories you thought you’d buried.

"Mr. Lee?," you asked again, your voice steady, eyes fixed on the paper in front of you to avoid the intensity of his gaze. "A lot of people are curious about your relationship with Ms. Choi. When did you realize that she was the one? That it was love?"

Heeseung shifted slightly in his seat, his eyes flickering to yours before looking down at his hands. For a moment, he hesitated, and you found yourself unconsciously glancing at his left hand again—the wedding band glinting under the lights. The sight of it made your stomach twist.

"When did I know…" Heeseung trailed off, his voice quiet, reflective. He took a deep breath before answering, his eyes still focused on his hand. "I think love can be complicated. Sometimes, it’s not about a single moment, but a series of small ones. You come to realize what's expected of you, and you grow into it, bit by bit."

It was a carefully worded response—safe, diplomatic. He wasn’t answering the question. Not really. And that tugged at something deep inside you, pulling at threads you didn’t want to unravel.

You nodded, trying to move forward, but your thoughts were slipping. "But… when did it feel like more than just expectation? When did it feel like love?"

The words fell from your lips before you could stop them. Too personal. Too revealing. Heeseung’s eyes snapped to yours, surprised at the sudden shift, the edge in your voice. For a second, the air between you thickened, the unspoken past rising to the surface.

"When did it feel like love?" Heeseung repeated slowly, his eyes lingering on your face, as if searching for something. His voice softened. "There was a time I thought I knew… what love felt like."

You blinked, the space between his words loaded with meaning. There was an implicit sadness in the way he spoke, a crack in the façade he’d been holding up for so long.

You felt yourself sinking deeper into the moment, losing grip on the professional veneer you had worked so hard to maintain. Your gaze dropped to his left hand again, to the gold ring encircling his finger. It felt suffocating, knowing it symbolized a future you once imagined would be yours.

Your own fingers absentmindedly brushed against your ring finger, where once a promise had been worn but was now bare. Heeseung’s eyes followed the movement, his gaze lingering there for a moment longer than necessary. His lips parted, as if he wanted to say something, but he closed them again.

The camera’s blinking red light reminded you where you were. You cleared your throat, refocusing on the script, but your mind was still spiraling.

You hesitated before asking the next question, feeling the weight of it before the words even left your mouth. It wasn’t on the script—it wasn’t the kind of thing you were supposed to ask in an interview like this. But it was the question you had to ask, the one lingering at the back of your mind since you stepped into the room.

You swallowed, feeling your pulse in your throat. "Are you happy?"

The silence that followed was suffocating. Heeseung’s gaze lingered on you, and for the briefest moment, his polished composure cracked. His eyes softened, as if searching for something in yours.

He hesitated, his gaze dropping briefly to the ring on his finger again—gleaming and perfect, a stark contrast to your own bare hand. The ring you had taken off five years ago.

"I... I have everything I’m supposed to want," he began, voice quiet, almost too quiet for the room. His answer was measured, careful, like he was trying to convince himself as much as he was you. "I’ve built a life, a career... I’m where I’m supposed to be."

But then his eyes met yours again, and for a heartbeat, something vulnerable passed between you. "But happiness?" He let the question hang in the air, not answering it fully, but leaving the meaning clear. His gaze lingered a second longer, unspoken words filling the silence.

You bit your lip, trying to keep your emotions in check as the weight of what wasn’t said between you pressed down. His answer, or lack of one, told you everything.

You glanced down at your next question, but your voice betrayed you, trailing off as you asked, "Do you… ever think about the life you could have had? If things had been different?"

Heeseung’s gaze locked onto yours, his expression unreadable. The question hadn’t been on the script. You hadn’t even realized you’d said it until it was too late. A deafening silence filled the room, every crew member, every camera operator feeling the tension brewing between you both.

His jaw clenched slightly, and for a moment, it looked like he wasn’t going to answer. But then, his voice came, soft, barely above a whisper, yet laced with emotion. "Sometimes… I think about the life I could have had. The life I almost had."

The way he said it made your breath hitch. You weren’t sure if anyone else in the room could hear it, but to you, it felt like the only thing that mattered. His words hung in the air, filling the space between you with a weight too heavy to ignore.

You tried to regain control, but you were slipping further, your thoughts clouded by the memories you had worked so hard to forget. "Do you have any regrets about the past?” you asked, the question intended more for your own sake than for the magazine.

Heeseung's expression softened, and for the first time throughout the interview, his voice wavered. ‘Regret... it's complicated. There are times when you make choices because you believe they’re what’s best for everyone. Yet there are nights when you can’t help but think… what if?’"

His words hit you like a wave, washing over you with the force of all the unspoken feelings between you. What if. Two simple words, yet they carried the weight of everything you had left behind.

Your breath hitched, and you glanced down at your notes, trying to steer the interview back to safer ground. But the damage was done. You couldn’t hide from the truth anymore.

You felt your eyes well up, memories flooding back of the days when Heeseung had been your world. The secret rendezvous, the promises whispered under moonlit skies, the proposal on the beach—the life you almost had. You swallowed hard, pushing the memories down.

"Two weeks until the wedding," you said, your voice hollow, desperate to pull the conversation back to the present. "Are you… ready?"

Heeseung didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked at you, really looked at you, as if seeing past the years, past the distance, and straight into the heart of the girl he had once loved. His lips parted, but the answer you expected didn’t come.

"Are you?" he asked quietly, the question hanging in the air like a lifeline.

Your breath caught in your throat. The room felt too small, the walls too close. You blinked, shaking your head slightly as if that could shake off the weight of the moment.

The tension between you was unbearable now. You could feel every unsaid word, every lingering regret, every what-if stretching between you, filling the space with a heaviness you could no longer ignore.

"Thank you for your time, Mr. Lee," you said, your voice tight, trying to wrap up the interview before you completely unraveled.

But as you stood to leave, Heeseung’s voice stopped you.

"Y/N…"

He adjusted his cufflinks, and the air between you grew heavier. Finally, he spoke, his voice low. “Do you ever think about… that time?”

You looked at him, surprised he had asked. The cameras aren’t rolling anymore. “All the time,” you admitted, the truth slipping out before you could stop it.

Heeseung nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Yeah… me too.”

You paused, not daring to turn around, your heart in your throat.

"If I had another chance…" His voice was barely a whisper now, but it sliced through the room like a knife. "I would risk everything."

Your hand hovered on the door handle, but you couldn’t move. His words clung to you, wrapping themselves around your heart like a vice. You swallowed hard, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall.

But you didn’t turn back. You couldn’t.

Instead, you stepped out of the studio, the weight of everything unsaid pressing down on you, knowing that you’d leave this room just as you had left him five years ago—heartbroken and haunted by what could have been.

About an hour after the interview, you found yourself standing at the back of the studio, watching as Heeseung and his fiancée posed for their couple shots. He looked effortlessly handsome in his pristine black tuxedo, while she glimmered in a flowing gown, radiant and picture-perfect.

“Smile a little wider, Heeseung!” the photographer urged, and your heart ached as you watched him comply, his smile lighting up the scene in a way that had once been reserved for you.

You swallowed hard, the memories flooding back—late-night laughter, whispered secrets, and the way he’d promised you the world. A crew member nudged you, breaking your reverie. “They really are the perfect couple,” he said.

“Yeah,” you replied, your voice thick with unshed tears.

As you turned away, the sight of them—the life you had once envisioned—felt like a dagger to your heart. It was time to leave, to step back into your own reality, but a lingering question haunted you: What if things had been different?

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