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TANGLED DESIRES- p.sh
PAIRING: enemy!sunghoon x f!reader
SYNOPSIS: At a prestigious private school, you and Park Sunghoon are locked in a constant rivalry. During a party at your friend Karinaâs, a heated argument between you two escalates into an unexpected, passionate encounter. The next morning, you wake up in his arms, forcing both of you to confront the new, complicated tension between you. As you navigate the fallout and shifting feelings, you start to question if your biggest enemy might actually be something much more.
GENRE: enemies to lovers, rich kids au
WARNINGS: smut (unprotected sex, oral sex) rivalry, hurt feelings, angst. ALL ARE OF AGE
wc: 15.4k
You attend the most prestigious school in Korea, where the sky-high tuition fees are only accessible to those born into pure wealth. This elite institution is a playground for the richest families, and your name is synonymous with success. Your family, being the owners of one of Koreaâs top corporations, you seem to have everything at your fingertipsâa glamorous life of luxury, an enviable social circle, and endless opportunities.
To the outside world, youâre the quintessential rich girl: impeccably stylish, effortlessly popular, and seemingly flawless. Yet beneath this polished veneer lies a different reality. Despite your privileged upbringing, youâre kind-hearted, fiercely intelligent, and deeply dedicated to everything you do. Your friend group, including Jake, Jay, Heeseung, Sunoo, Niki, Jungwon, Yuna, and Karina, forms a close-knit circle that navigates the pressures of their world together.
But thereâs always been one glaring exception: Park Sunghoon. The feud between the two of you is infamous, an unspoken tension that pulses beneath the surface of your otherwise harmonious friendships. No one really knows how it started, and no one seems to care enough to unravel it. Instead, everyone just tolerates your constant bickering.
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The lunch table is alive with conversation, the usual chatter amplified by the excitement of the latest gossip. Karina sits comfortably beside Heeseung, leaning into him with an easy confidence that only she can pull off. Sheâs in the middle of talking about her parentsâ latest ventureâsomething about opening another resort somewhere exoticâwhen she casually drops the bomb.
âSo, theyâre gone for the whole weekend,â she says, her voice loud enough to catch everyoneâs attention. âAnd you know what that meansâŚâ
Jake perks up immediately, his eyes bright. âParty?â
Karina grins. âObviously. Saturday night, my place. No theme this time, just show up and bring your best energy.â
Yuna claps her hands in excitement. âFinally! Itâs been forever since the last one. I was starting to forget what a real party looks like.â
Jay laughs. âAs if youâd ever forget. You practically live for these things.â
Yuna sticks her tongue out at him, but her smile doesnât waver. âGuilty as charged.â
Heeseung wraps an arm around Karinaâs shoulders, looking amused. âYouâre not worried about your parents finding out?â
She rolls her eyes. âPlease, they wonât even notice. And even if they do, whatâs the worst that could happen? Theyâll just buy me something to make up for being gone.â
âMust be nice,â Niki mutters, leaning back in his chair.
Sunoo nudges him with a grin. âOh, come on, donât act like youâre not excited. You were the first one to ask about the music last time.â
Niki shrugs, but he canât hide his smile. âYeah, well, only if itâs not Sunghoonâs terrible playlist again.â
You glance across the table, catching Sunghoonâs eye. Heâs lounging back in his chair, looking entirely too pleased with himself. âMy playlist was fine, thank you very much,â he retorts. âItâs not my fault you have no taste.â
You snort. âPlease, Sunghoon, your taste in music is as bad as your taste in everything else.â
He looks over at you, eyebrow raised. âAnd whatâs that supposed to mean?â
You shrug, feigning innocence. âNothing, just that your definition of âgoodâ is highly questionable.â
He chuckles, the sound low and irritatingly smug. âComing from you, Iâll take that as a compliment.â
Karina cuts in, sensing the rising tension. âAlright, letâs not turn this into another one of your little spats. Save it for the party, okay?â
Sunghoon smirks, still looking at you. âLooking forward to it already.â
You roll your eyes but canât resist shooting back, âDonât get too excited, I might just ignore you all night.â
âOh, the horror,â he replies, his voice dripping with mock terror. âHow will I ever survive?â
Jay laughs, nudging Jake. âYou know, one day they might actually get along.â
Jake shakes his head, grinning. âNah, whereâs the fun in that?â
Karina steers the conversation back to the party details, running through a list of essentials while Heeseung nods along, offering suggestions. âInvite whoever you want,â she says, âoh except luci, last time I caught her giving mark head in my parents bedroom, I havenât been able to go in there since.â
You laugh and nod in agreement, trying not to notice how Sunghoon is still watching you, his expression unreadable. For a moment, you wonder whatâs going through his head, but then you push the thought away. Whatever it is, itâs probably nothing you need to worry about.
Karina claps her hands, bringing the attention back to her. âSo, everyoneâs in?â
Thereâs a chorus of agreement, and the table erupts into a mix of laughter and excited chatter as plans start to form. You glance over at Sunghoon one more time, catching his eye for a brief second before looking away. This party is already shaping up to be interesting⌠and you have a feeling thatâs an understatement.
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The lunch buzz still lingers in your ears as the group makes its way back across the pristine campus grounds. The sunlight reflects off the sleek, modern architecture of the schoolâs main building, and you canât help but admire the way everything here seems to sparkleâlike even the bricks and mortar are aware of the school's prestige.
You find yourself walking beside Karina, whoâs still chatting excitedly about the party, while Heeseung stays close, throwing in a comment or two. Yuna and Sunoo are a few steps ahead, their heads bent together as they giggle over something on Sunooâs phone. You catch Jake and Jay trailing behind, still debating something about sports cars or the best summer destinations.
Just as youâre about to reach the entrance, you feel a presence beside you. You donât need to turn your head to know who it is; Sunghoon always manages to sidle up to you when you least expect it.
âWhat, are you following me now?â you ask, not breaking your stride.
He chuckles. âOh, please. Donât flatter yourself. It just so happens our lockers are in the same direction.â
âRight,â you drawl, rolling your eyes. âLike you donât go out of your way to annoy me.â
He glances at you, smirk still firmly in place. âMaybe I just like seeing you get all riled up. Itâs entertaining.â
You shoot him a glare, but before you can fire back a retort, the group reaches the main hallway. The chatter from the student body fills the air, a mix of excitement and post-lunch drowsiness. The smell of expensive cologne and designer perfumes lingers in the air, an unmistakable signature of the schoolâs elite.
Karina stops at her locker, Heeseung leaning against it with a casual arm draped over her shoulder. She turns to you, her voice dropping conspiratorially. âSo, youâre coming early on Saturday, right? I need a hand setting things up.â
You nod, grateful for the distraction from Sunghoon. âOf course. Iâll be there.â
âGreat!â She beams. âAnd maybe you can help me make sure everything stays under control. You know how things can get with this crowd.â
Heeseung laughs softly. âGood luck with that. I donât think anyoneâs ever managed to keep Sunoo and Niki under control for more than five minutes.â
As if on cue, Sunoo pops up beside you with a grin. âI heard that, Heeseung! Iâm an angel, thank you very much.â
Niki appears at his side, raising an eyebrow. âAn angel of chaos, maybe.â
The group laughs, and you feel the tension in your shoulders ease. Itâs moments like these that make all the bickering and drama feel worth it.
But then, just as youâre about to make another comment, Sunghoonâs voice cuts through the noise. âSo, Y/N,â he says casually, âwhat are you going to wear to the party? Let me guess⌠something that screams âtrying too hardâ?â
You whip your head around, narrowing your eyes at him. âAnd what are you planning on wearing, Sunghoon? Something that screams âI own everything but a personalityâ?â
Thereâs a collective gasp from your friends, followed by a chorus of laughter. Sunghoon raises his eyebrows, feigning a look of hurt. âOuch, that one actually stung a little. Didnât know you had it in you.â
You cross your arms, feeling a triumphant smile tug at your lips. âIâve got plenty more where that came from. Try me.â
He leans in slightly, lowering his voice just enough that only you can hear. âMaybe I will,â he says, his eyes flicking over you in a way that makes your pulse quicken. âBut youâre going to have to do better than that if you want to get under my skin.â
Youâre about to retort when a voice interrupts. âCan we get through one day without you two turning everything into a competition?â Jay sighs, looking exasperated. âSeriously, itâs exhausting just watching you.â
Jake nods in agreement, though heâs grinning. âYou guys need to find a new hobby. Preferably one that doesnât involve verbal sparring in the middle of the hallway.â
You shrug, unable to resist the urge to keep poking at Sunghoon. âIâm open to suggestions, but I doubt Sunghoon has any better ideas.â
Sunghoon leans back, crossing his arms with a playful smile. âOh, Iâve got plenty of ideas. But I think youâd be too scared to try them.â
Before you can respond, the bell rings, signaling the end of lunch. Karina groans. âUgh, saved by the bell. I guess weâll have to pick this up later.â
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As everyone starts to disperse to their respective classes, Sunghoon gives you one last look, a challenge in his eyes. âDonât worry, Y/N,â he says smoothly. âIâll be looking forward to it.â
You roll your eyes, but your heart is beating just a little faster. You canât help but wonder what exactly heâs planning⌠and why a part of you is actually looking forward to finding out.
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The day of the party arrives with a crisp, clear sky and a hint of excitement that seems to permeate every corner of the city. You wake up early, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervous energy. Karina had texted you the night before, reminding you to come over in the afternoon to help set up for the party. You agreed eagerly, knowing that any opportunity to help would give you something to focus on and take your mind off the strange tension building between you and Sunghoon.
When you arrive at Karinaâs mansion, the house is buzzing with activity. Karinaâs housekeeper greets you at the door with a warm smile, directing you to the large, open-plan living area where Karina is already busy coordinating the decorations with a small army of helpers. The space is being transformed into a glamorous party venue with twinkling lights, elegant table settings, and a dance floor that looks like itâs straight out of a high-end club.
Karina spots you as soon as you walk in, her face lighting up with relief and excitement. âY/N! Perfect timing. Iâm so glad youâre here. We could use an extra pair of hands.â
You smile, rolling up your sleeves. âWhat can I do to help?â
Karina hands you a stack of neatly folded napkins and points towards a table covered with party favors. âStart by setting these up on the tables. I want everything to look perfect tonight.â
You get to work, organizing napkins and arranging snack trays, chatting with Karina about the last-minute details. The hours fly by as you work alongside her, the room gradually coming together into a setting that is unmistakably Karinaâs styleâclassy, sophisticated, and just a bit over the top.
As the afternoon drifts into evening, Karina claps her hands and gathers you for a brief break. âAlright, itâs time for a quick change. Youâve been working so hard, and I want you to look as fabulous as the rest of the evening.â
You raise an eyebrow, half-teasing. âWhatâs wrong with what Iâm wearing?â
Karina waves her hand dismissively. âyou donât want me to answer that. cmon youâre hot, why not show off a little?â
Before you can protest, Karina ushers you into her bedroom and pulls out a sleek, little black dress from her closet. The dress is short and simple with a cut that accentuates your figure without being too revealing.
âPut this on,â Karina insists, handing you the dress. âTrust me, youâll look amazing. And donât worry about the hair and makeup; Iâve got that covered too.â
You change quickly, admiring the way the dress fits and the way it makes you feel more confident and glamorous. When you step out of the room, Karina is waiting with a professional-looking makeup kit and a few hair tools.
As she works on your hair and makeup, she chatters away, filling the room with her usual upbeat energy. âyou look sexyâ
You smile at her reflection in the mirror. âThanks, Karina. You donât think itâs a bit much? Itâs definitely more out there than I usually go forâ.
Karina beams, finishing up with a final touch of lipstick. âbabe thereâs no such thing as too much. And who knows, maybe youâll catch someone eye tonight,â she tells you with a wink.
With a laugh and a final look at yourself in the mirror, you feel a surge of excitement. The dress feels perfect, and the makeup and hair make you look polished and ready for the night. As you head back downstairs, you catch sight of Karinaâs smile of approval, and you canât help but feel a bit more confident about the evening ahead.
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The music starts pumping through the walls as you and Karina make your way back downstairs. The final touches have been set, and the room looks like a scene straight out of a teen movie: fairy lights strung up in every corner, a couple of disco balls catching the light just right, and a dance floor that practically begs people to let loose. Karina surveys everything with a grin that stretches from ear to ear.
âSee?â she says, nudging you with her elbow. âThis is why I always go all out.â
You chuckle, glancing around. âOkay, okay, you were right. This does look kind of amazing.â
The doorbell rings, and Karina practically bounces on her toes. âThat must be the first guests! Come on, we have to greet everyone in style.â
The two of you rush to the front door, and soon enough, your friends start streaming in. Sunoo is the first to arrive, with Niki and Jungwon right behind him. They all look ready to have the best night ever, and Sunoo immediately zeroes in on you, his eyes going wide.
âOh. My. God. Y/N!â Sunoo exclaims dramatically, clutching his chest. âLook at you in that little black dress! Who is she?!â
You roll your eyes, fighting back a grin. âAlright, Sunoo, calm down. Itâs just a dress.â
âItâs not just a dress,â Niki interjects with a grin. âItâs the dress. Who are you trying to impress tonight?â
Jungwon nudges Niki. âYeah, spill. Is there someone youâre hoping to catch the eye of?â
You smirk, crossing your arms. âOh, please, like Iâd tell you guys even if there was.â
More of your friends arrive, and soon the room is buzzing with chatter and laughter. Jake and Jay show up not long after, both of them effortlessly cool as always. Jay immediately gets to work DJ-ing from his phone, while Jake heads to the makeshift bar, already concocting a round of mixed drinks.
Then, just as you start to relax, you see himâPark Sunghoon. He steps in, looking annoyingly good in a casual black button-down and jeans. His eyes scan the room until they find you. For a split second, he looks almost surprised, but then his trademark smirk appears.
âWell, well,â Sunghoon says as he strolls over to you, hands casually shoved into his pockets. âLook who decided to play dress-up. You got a hot date tonight or something?â
You scoff, giving him a look. âOh, please, Sunghoon. Unlike you, I donât have to try so hard to impress everyone.â
Sunghoon chuckles, leaning in just slightly. âRight. Because you just show up looking like that for fun?â
Before you can shoot back a retort, Karina swoops in, looping her arm through yours. âHey, Sunghoon, quit being a troll. Y/N looks amazing, and you know it. Now go get a drink and try to be nice for once!â
He holds up his hands, his grin widening. âAlright, alright, Iâll behave... for now.â
You watch as he saunters off to join Jake at the bar, and Karina gives you a knowing look. âDonât let him get under your skin tonight, okay?â
You nod, trying to brush it off, even though youâre still buzzing from his teasing. âYeah, yeah, Iâm good.â
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The party is in full swing nowâmusic thumping, people laughing, and the lights twinkling overhead like stars. You find yourself swept up in the fun, moving from one conversation to the next, the earlier tension with Sunghoon momentarily forgotten. Youâre by the snack table, popping a few chips into your mouth when Haechan sidles up next to you with his signature grin.
âHey, Y/N,â he says smoothly, leaning in a little closer than necessary. âLooking good tonight. That dress is seriously working for you.â
You smile at him, amused by his blatant flirting. âThanks, Haechan. Youâre not looking too bad yourself,â you reply, playing along. Heâs always been a harmless flirt, and you donât mind the attention tonight.
He grins wider, clearly pleased. âI try. But seriously, I canât believe Iâm just now noticing how stunning you are. Were you hiding this whole time or just waiting for the perfect moment to make your grand entrance?â
You laugh, shaking your head. âOh, you know me. Always dramatic,â you joke, and he chuckles, leaning in a bit more.
âYouâre full of surprises, Y/N. Makes me want to know you better,â he says, his voice dropping slightly, and you canât help but laugh at his over-the-top delivery.
What you donât notice is that from across the room, Sunghoon has been watching the entire interaction with a growing frown. Heâs leaning against a wall, a drink in hand, his eyes narrowing as he watches Haechan lean closer to you, flashing that charming smile. His jaw tightens, and his grip on the cup becomes visibly tighter.
Heeseung, whoâs been standing beside him, follows his line of sight and notices the tense look on his friendâs face. A knowing grin spreads across Heeseungâs lips as he leans over to Sunghoon, nudging him with his elbow.
âSomeone looks like theyâve got their feathers ruffled,â Heeseung teases, keeping his voice low so only Sunghoon can hear.
Sunghoon scoffs, rolling his eyes. âIâm fine.â
âSure,â Heeseung laughs. âThatâs why youâve been glaring at Haechan like youâre ready to knock that grin off his face.â
Sunghoon doesnât respond right away, but his eyes remain fixed on you and Haechan. Heeseung watches with amusement, clearly enjoying the show.
âJust admit it, man,â Heeseung continues, his tone light. âYouâre jealous.â
Sunghoon finally looks away from you, giving Heeseung a dismissive look. âIâm not jealous. I just donât like seeing him act like a fool.â
Heeseung snorts. âRight. Because youâre so worried about Haechan embarrassing himself.â He claps a hand on Sunghoonâs shoulder. âCome on, dude, just go talk to her. Or are you afraid sheâll turn you down?â
Sunghoon shoots him a glare. âShut up, Heeseung.â
Heeseung just laughs harder, clearly unbothered by Sunghoonâs mood. âAlright, whatever you say. But just so you know, glaring at Haechan isnât going to do anything except make you look more obvious.â
Sunghoon doesnât answer, but Heeseungâs words seem to hit a nerve. He turns his attention back to you, his expression unreadable, though thereâs still a flicker of something in his eyesâsomething more than just casual interest.
Meanwhile, youâre still chatting with Haechan, completely unaware of the little drama unfolding across the room. But you canât shake the feeling that someoneâs watching you, and when you finally glance up, your eyes meet Sunghoonâs for just a second. He quickly looks away, and you canât help but wonder what that was all about.
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The party continues to buzz around you, but after a while, the noise and energy start to feel a bit overwhelming. You decide you need a break, a moment to yourself away from the chaos. Without saying anything, you slip out of the crowded living room and head toward the balcony, where the air is cooler and the music is just a muffled hum in the background.
You push open the glass doors and step outside, letting the crisp night air hit your face. Itâs a welcome change from the warmth inside. You lean against the railing, taking a deep breath, trying to clear your mind. The stars are faint above the city lights, and you can hear distant sounds of traffic, a reminder of the world continuing outside this little bubble of a party.
You close your eyes for a moment, just enjoying the quiet. But then, you hear the soft sound of footsteps behind you. You turn, half-expecting to see Karina or maybe Sunoo, but your heart skips a beat when you see Sunghoon stepping out onto the balcony.
âWhat do you want, Sunghoon?â you sigh, not bothering to hide your annoyance.
âI could ask you the same thingâ he replies, his voice closer than you expected. You feel the warmth of his body behind you, jus inches away. âRunning away from the party?â
âHardly.â You glance over your shoulder at him. âJust needed a break from all the fakes and liars inside.â
His lips curl into that familiar, infuriating smirk. âAnd here I thought you thrived on that type of thing. Who knew Y/N had limits?â
You roll tour eyes, turning back to the view. âYeah, well, believe it or not I do. But you wouldnât know anything, would you?â
Sunghoon steps closer, his breath brushing against your ear, sending an unwanted shiver down your spine. You feel a rush of heat flood your cheeks and something else you refuse to acknowledge. âYou donât know anything about me, Sunghoon. And id keep it that way if I were you.â
He laughs, a deep, rich sound that makes your skin prickle. âI think you like it when I get under your skin. Why else do you always react like this?â You scoff, turning to face him, only then realizing how close he actually was. âMaybe iâm just tired of you acting like youâre gods gift to the world. newsflash: youâre not.â
His grin widens, and he takes another step closer, invading youâre space entirely as if he wasnât already to begin with. âAdmit it.â he says, his voice dropping lower. âYou like our little games. You like the way I push your buttons.â
Your heart is pounding now, and you hate that heâs right, that thereâs something about him that gets to you in a way no one else does.But you refuse to five him the satisfaction of knowing it. âIn your dreams,â you snap, though the breathlessness in your voice betrays you.
He reaches out, his fingers brushing your arm, and you feel a jolt of heat at the contact. âIs that so?â he whispers, his lips dangerously close to yours now, his eyes dark with challenge. âBecause I think youâre lying. I think you want this as much as I do.â
Your breath hitches, and for a moment, youâre frozen, caught in his gaze. The intensity in his eyes makes your pulse race, a mix of anger and undeniable attraction. Heâs so close now that you can feel his breath your lips, and before you can stop yourself, you grab his shirt, pulling him the last few inches towards you.
âMaybe I just want to shut you up,â you mutter, your voice barely above a whisper. âThen do it,â he taunts, his lips brushing against yours, almost but not quite a kiss. Itâs all the encouragement you need. You close the distance, your mouth crashing against his. His hands grip your waist, pulling you closer, and you press against him, fueled by a mix of anger and desire.
The kiss is intense, a battle of wills as much as it is anything else. His lips are firm, demanding, and you meet him with equal force, neither of you willing to give an inch. Your hands move up to his hair, tugging slightly and he groans against your mouth, deepening the kiss.
Youâre lost in it. Lost in him, every nerve in your body alight with sensation. His hands slide up your back, his touch sending sparks through you, and you hate how much you crave it, hate how much you want him despite everything.
Youâre breathless when you finally pull back, your heart hammering against your ribs. Sunghoonâs lips are parted, his breaths coming in ragged, and his eyes are dark with something dangerousâsomething you know you shouldnât be entertaining.
His hand is still on your waist, his thumb brushing the exposed skin just beneath the hem of your shirt, and you swear every nerve in your body is on fire. He leans in close, his lips grazing your ear, and his voice comes out in a low, almost pleading murmur. âCome back to my place.â
It isnât a question, but thereâs something in his tone that sends a shiver down your spine, a combination of hunger and desperation that mirrors whatâs coursing through your veins. For a moment, youâre temptedâso, so tempted to just say yes and give in to whatever this is. But logic fights its way to the surface, and you pull back just enough to meet his gaze.
âAre you serious?â you ask, your voice wavering more than youâd like.
His expression doesnât falter, his eyes locked onto yours. âDead serious.â He swallows, his grip on your waist tightening, as if heâs afraid youâll slip away. âI donât want this to end here.â
You hesitate, your mind racing. This is SunghoonâPark Sunghoonâthe guy youâve spent so long arguing with, glaring at across rooms, doing everything in your power to avoid. But thereâs something different about the way heâs looking at you now, something raw and real that makes it hard to think clearly.
âI donât know,â you say, trying to sound firm, though your resolve is crumbling by the second. âI mean⌠this is crazy.â
âMaybe,â he agrees, his voice still low, still laced with that edge of desperation. âBut I think you like crazy.â His lips curl into a half-smile, that familiar cockiness tempered with something else, something softer.
You bite your lip, weighing your options, feeling the tension between you bothâhot, magnetic, impossible to ignore. âThis is a bad idea,â you whisper, though even you can hear the lack of conviction in your words.
Sunghoon steps closer, closing the distance again, his forehead almost touching yours. âProbably the worst,â he says, his breath hot against your skin. âBut if you donât say yes, Iâm going to lose my mind.â
You can feel his heartbeat through his shirt, can feel how fast itâs racing, and you know he means it. Part of you is screaming to walk away, to leave now before you make a mistake, but thereâs another partâa louder, more reckless partâthatâs screaming for you to stay, to see where this goes.
âJust one night,â he murmurs, his lips brushing yours again, barely a kiss, just enough to make you shiver. âNo strings, no expectations. Just⌠us.â
You close your eyes, fighting against every instinct telling you to run. But when you open them again, his gaze is still locked onto yours, and you canât deny the heat pooling in your stomach, the way your skin tingles with every touch.
âFine,â you breathe, barely louder than a whisper. âOne night.â
His grin is immediate, but thereâs relief in it too, and he closes the distance, pressing his lips to yours again, this time harder, more insistent. âLetâs get out of here,â he says against your mouth, his hand sliding to intertwine with yours, and you know thereâs no going back now.
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You manage to sneak past your friends to leave Karinaâs mansion, the partygoers and scattered distractions making it all that more simple.
The drive is quiet, both of you caught in your own thoughts. The city passes by in a blur of neon signs and headlights, the streets quieter than they were earlier. You steal a glance at him, watching the way his jaw clenches, the way his fingers tap against the wheel like heâs counting down the seconds.
Sunghoon pulls up to his mansion, its sprawling, modern architecture framed by towering trees and high walls that ensure absolute privacy. The wide driveway curves up to the grand entrance, where soft lights cast a warm glow over the marble steps and tall double doors. You glance around, taking in the sheer size of the placeânot because it surprises you, but because youâve never been here before.
Your own familyâs estate is nothing to scoff at, but thereâs a distinct style to his homeâsomething sleek and almost understated, despite its size. You tilt your head slightly, noticing the details: the way the garden is meticulously maintained, the sharp lines of the building softened by the greenery that surrounds it. Itâs impressive, in a way thatâs different from what youâre used to.
He takes your hand to lead you inside, you follow him down the dimly lit corridor, decorated with family pictures and modern art that costs a fortune. He pauses at his bedroom door, his hand still holding yours, and turns to look at you one more time. âLast chance to change your mind,â he murmurs, though his thumb strokes the back of your hand, a comforting gesture.
You take a deep breath, then shake your head. âIâm not changing my mind.â
A small smile tugs at his lips. âGood,â he whispers, unlocking the door and pushing it open.
You step inside, and he follows, closing the door behind you. The space is dimly lit, warm, and thereâs an unexpected coziness to itâminimalistic but comfortable. The air feels thick with everything unspoken between you.
Sunghoon turns to you, his gaze intense, and he steps closer, his hand moving up to your face, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. âIâve been thinking about this all night,â he admits quietly, his voice almost a growl.
Your breath catches, and you feel the heat rush to your face. âThen stop talking,â you murmur, your own voice breathless.
His lips are on yours in an instant, capturing your mouth in a kiss thatâs all-consuming, filled with all the tension, the want, the frustration thatâs been building for so long. You kiss him back just as fiercely, hands sliding up his chest, feeling his heartbeat pounding beneath your palms.
Sunghoon's hands roamed over your body, squeezing your tits. You let out a small involuntary moan, a grunt leaving him immediately after. His lips move down to your next, trailing up and down before reaching that sweet spot right behind your ear.
It all feels to fucking good, your panties sticking to your core. He moves to sit on the edge of his bed, pulling you into his lap before catching your lips once again. His growing hardness is poking at you. âYou look so fucking sexy in this little dress,â He tells you in a low tone that makes you clench around nothing, the ache between your legs growing. You start grinding on him, his hands grabbing your ass, encouraging you to keep grinding against his clothed length. âThatâs it baby, grind on me, keep rubbing that pretty pussy over my cock.â
Your head is thrown back, lip in between your teeth, his words encouraging your quickening movements. âNeed you so bad, Hoon,â you manage to get out.
âYeah baby? tell me what you need.â He tells you. Itâs almost embarrassing how much you wanted him. âNeed your cock.â Without another word you feel his hands back on your ass, lifting you up and throwing you down on his bed. He looks up at you with mischievious eyes, hovering over you as his hands roam down the sides of your thighs to them hem of your dress. âCan i take this off?â he asks, caressing the soft, exposed skin there.
Eagerly, you nod quickly, reaching for the hem to help him pull it up and over your head. Luckily you opted for a pair of black lacy panties and opposed to your more comfortable ones. He audibly sighs and your exposed figure, âYouâre so beautiful,â He tells you, his fingers working to slide your panties down your legs and tossing them to the side, revealing just how much you wanted him.
âShit baby youâre so wet.â He leans down, placing soft, wet kisses just below your navel, dangerously close to where you wanted him most. âHoon please,â you murmur out. He straightens out, unbuckling his belt to pull down his pants and boxers all in one go. While he wasnât remarkably long, he made up for it in girth. You lick your lips at the sight, anticipation and heat pooling.
He pumps himself a couple times before heâs lining himself up with your entrance. He takes his time, making sure to smear your slick between your clit and his length. You feel his tip parting your folds, your breath hitching in your throat. âYou ready?â his eyes meet yours for assurance. No words come out your mouth, all you do is nod.
He enters you carefully, a strong contrast from his words earlier in the night. The last thing he wants is to rush, just because of how unpatient and horny he is. You close your eyes, holding in the gasp that threatens to escape your lips. ��Relax baby, I got you.â
âI know,â you breathe out. The sudden stretch has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. The burn quickly turning into a delicious one. âThatâs it,â he praises you continuing to slide in until heâs nestled completely between your walls. âYou take me so well,â he grunts, his length twitching inside of you.
âFuck me, Hoonâ you murmur, your walls clench around him, throwing his head back at the feeling. Before you know it heâs pulling out of you, only to smack his hips back against yours. It knocks all the oxygen out your lungs, leaving you breathless as he repeats the same action over and over again. âFuck,â you breathe out, focusing on how good he looks above you.
Youâre in a complete feeling of euphoria. Sunghoonâs skills topping those of the few guys youâve slept with before. In that moment, all the bickering and years of back and forth leave your mind completely. The only thing closing your mind is how good him of all people is making you feel.
âHoon⌠faster,â you let out, his hips snapping in a faster pace on command. Your back arches off the bed, hands grasping the sheets in small fists. He notices and reaches for them to thread his fingers through yours, pinning them above your head. âYou like that baby? love how good you feel⌠fuck youâre so tight. Gonna make you cum so hard.â
âIâm so c-close, fuck,â you breathe out. His thrusts become messier and you know heâs close. âCum on my cock pretty,â he grunts, hands letting go of yours to grip your hips. Clenching around him, it takes a few for pumps before youâre both coming undone. His cock twitching inside you as he fucks his cum into you.
He drops his sweaty forehead against your shoulder, quick, deep breaths meeting your skin and he comes down from his high. It takes you both a while before your breathing steadys. âYou good?,â he asks you, settling on the bed beside you. âmhm,â is all you say in response, unsure as to where this leaves your relationship. It all felt to good to ignore. âAre you good?â you ask him after a moment of silence. âBetter than I have in a long time.â
Youâre not sure when you fall asleep. The exhaustion taking over you all at once.
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The morning light filters softly through the heavy curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. You wake to the sound of birds chirping outside, their songs a peaceful contrast to the intensity of the night before. The bed is warm, and youâre nestled comfortably under the covers, Sunghoonâs arm draped over you.
You shift slightly, the movement causing Sunghoon to stir beside you. He mumbles something incoherent, tightening his hold on you before settling back into a deeper sleep. You take a moment to just lie there, letting yourself absorb the strange, surreal comfort of the situation. Thereâs an odd serenity in the room, a calm that feels almost unreal given the whirlwind of emotions that led you here.
As you slowly become more aware, you gently untangle yourself from his embrace, careful not to wake him. You sit up and stretch, glancing around at the elegant room thatâs now your temporary sanctuary. The soft morning light highlights the sleek lines and modern decor, giving the space an almost ethereal quality.
You slide out of bed and make your way to the bathroom, feeling a little self-conscious but determined to gather yourself. You glance at yourself in the mirror, trying to process the whirlwind of the past night. The evidence of sleep lingers in your eyes, and you smooth your hair, mentally preparing yourself for whatever comes next.
When you return to the bedroom, Sunghoon is still asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. You take a moment to just watch him, the vulnerability in his expression softened by sleep. Thereâs a part of you that feels a pang of somethingâsoftness, maybe even affectionâthough youâre still trying to fully understand what it all means.
Deciding not to linger too long, you quietly gather your things and start to get dressed. Youâre pulling on your clothes when you hear a rustling behind you. You turn to find Sunghoon blinking awake, his gaze immediately locking on you with a sleepy, yet intense look.
âGood morning,â he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep.
You smile softly, trying to keep things light despite the previous night's intensity. âMorning. I didnât want to wake you.â
He stretches lazily, a smirk forming on his lips. âAnd here I was thinking youâd sneak out before I even woke up. Not very considerate of you, you know.â
You raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms. âOh, sorry. I didnât realize I was supposed to tiptoe around your mansion.â
He chuckles, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. âYeah, well, you should be lucky youâre not being kicked out for your unexpected visit.â
You roll your eyes, pulling on your shirt. âOh, please. Itâs not like I forced my way in. You made it pretty clear you wanted me here.â
His smirk widens. âTrue. And now Iâm faced with the charming aftermath of our little escapade. How do you intend to handle that?â
You shrug, trying to keep your tone casual. âI think we both know this doesnât exactly change things. We still donât like each other. This was⌠a one-off.â
Sunghoon raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. âA one-off? Thatâs what weâre calling it now? What happened to all that intense âhateâ from last night?â
You narrow your eyes at him, feeling a bit defensive. âItâs complicated. We both know that. Iâm just here to sort myself out.â
He stands up, stretching with a yawn. âWell, I suppose if youâre done with the morning-after drama, I should at least make you breakfast.â
You look at him skeptically. âBreakfast? Youâre really pulling out the stops now?â
He gives you a mockingly hurt look. âDonât sound so surprised. Even enemies deserve to be fed after a night like that.â
You smirk, shaking your head. âFine. Breakfast it is. But donât think this means Iâm sticking around for a whole lot of chit-chat.â
He grins, clearly pleased with your response. âWouldnât dream of it. Just a quick meal and then you can be on your way.â
As he leads you to the kitchen, you both fall into a familiar rhythm, trading barbs and jabs that feel almost comfortable in their own way. The awkwardness of the night before is still there, but itâs tempered by the humor and banter that defines your relationship.
In the kitchen, Sunghoon starts pulling out ingredients, his movements confident and efficient. You watch him, feeling a strange mix of irritation and appreciation. Despite everything, thereâs something almost endearing about the way heâs trying to play the gracious host.
âSo, whatâs the plan after breakfast?â you ask, grabbing a coffee cup and filling it. âAre we going to pretend like nothing happened, or do you have some other grand gesture in mind?â
He looks over at you with a smirk. âMaybe Iâll just enjoy the novelty of seeing you eat my food. Consider it a small victory.â
You roll your eyes, but thereâs a genuine smile on your lips. âEnjoy it while it lasts. Iâm not here for long.â
He chuckles, placing a plate of food in front of you. âDonât worry, I wonât be offended if you leave right after. Iâm sure weâll find new ways to annoy each other soon enough.â
You take a bite of the breakfast, shaking your head in mock exasperation. âIâll hold you to that.â
As you eat, the tension from the night before begins to ease, replaced by the familiar dynamic of your interactions. Itâs not exactly comfortable, but itâs familiarâa small reminder that despite everything, some things never really change.
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The bell rings, signaling the end of the period, you gather your things and stand up, eager to leave the classroom and escape the strange tension thatâs been hanging between you and Sunghoon all day. Youâre heading toward the door when you feel a light tap on your shoulder. You turn around to find Sunghoon standing close, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
âCan I help you?â you ask, trying to keep your tone neutral.
Sunghoon leans in, his face just inches from yours. His breath is warm against your ear, and you can feel his proximity even though you try to back away slightly. âYou look cute today,â he whispers, his voice low and deliberately teasing.
You freeze for a moment, your heart skipping a beat as his words sink in. Youâre taken aback by the unexpected comment, feeling a rush of irritation mixed with something you canât quite define. You quickly compose yourself, narrowing your eyes at him.
âSeriously?â you hiss, trying to keep your voice low so that no one else hears. âNow youâre trying to play nice? How pathetic.â
Sunghoon pulls back slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips. âIâm just making an observation,â he says innocently, though the amusement in his eyes betrays him.
You roll your eyes, your frustration evident. âYeah, well, save it for someone who actually cares. Iâm not in the mood for your games.â
As you turn and walk toward the door, you hear Sunghoonâs laughter behind you, light and mocking. You try to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks as you make your way out of the classroom, determined not to let him get under your skin. Despite your efforts to stay composed, his words linger in your mind, adding to the awkwardness and confusion of the day.
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Lunch at school is a lively affair, with the cafeteria buzzing with the chatter of students and the clatter of trays. You and your friendsâYuna, Karina, and the restâsettle into your usual spot at the table. Sunghoon and his group are seated across from you, and you can feel his gaze lingering on you, even as you try to focus on the conversation with your friends.
Karina is mid-sentence, animatedly discussing the latest school gossip when Sunghoon's voice cuts through. âOh, come on, Y/N. You can't actually believe that nonsense.â
You glance up, catching Sunghoonâs eyes. Heâs smirking, clearly enjoying the opportunity to poke at you. âAnd whatâs so ridiculous about it?â you retort, trying to keep your voice steady despite the irritation brewing inside you.
âSeriously?â Sunghoonâs grin widens. âItâs just a bunch of exaggerated stories. Youâve always had a knack for falling for that kind of thing.â
You roll your eyes, feeling a familiar annoyance bubbling up. âSays the guy whoâs always spouting off about how everythingâs ânot worth his time.ââ
Sunghoon leans back in his chair, folding his arms. âAt least I donât get caught up in every little bit of drama that comes my way.â
You scoff, crossing your arms. âIâm not the one who spends half his day looking for ways to pick fights. Maybe if you werenât so obsessed with making everything a competition, youâd see things more clearly.â
Yuna and Karina exchange glances, trying to stifle their laughter as the two of you go back and forth. Karina nudges you playfully. âLooks like you two are back to your old routine.â
You shoot her a sidelong glance, annoyed but unable to hide a small smile. âOh, you have no idea.â
Meanwhile, Sunghoonâs eyes are fixed on you, his smirk never fading. Every time you catch him looking, you feel a mix of frustration and unease. His gaze is unrelenting, and despite your best efforts to ignore it, you canât help but feel self-conscious.
âWhat are you staring at?â you snap, catching him in the act.
Sunghoon raises an eyebrow, his expression innocent. âJust observing. Is that a problem?â
You narrow your eyes, crossing your arms. âMaybe if you had something better to do than harass me, you wouldnât have to be so nosy.â
He chuckles, leaning forward with a teasing glint in his eyes. âMaybe I just enjoy watching you get all riled up. Itâs entertaining.â
You glare at him, feeling your irritation spike. âYeah, well, itâs not exactly a compliment.â
Sunghoon shrugs, still smirking. âSuit yourself.â
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After lunch, you head to your next class with a sense of relief, hoping to escape the tension of the cafeteria. As you settle into your seat, the classroom buzzes with the usual pre-class chatter. You glance around, hoping to avoid any more interactions with Sunghoon, but heâs in the same class, sitting a few rows behind you.
The teacher arrives, and the room quiets down as the lesson begins. You try to focus on the lecture, but the lingering effects of the lunchtime bickering keep your thoughts scattered. Every now and then, you can feel Sunghoonâs eyes on you, though you avoid turning around to confirm it.
Halfway through the class, you feel a small piece of paper land softly on your desk. You glance down to find a note with neat handwriting:
*âCan we at least pretend to be civil? I promise Iâm not plotting your demise.â*
You roll your eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. You scribble a quick reply:
âWhy start now? Itâs more fun to keep you on your toes.â
You fold the note and toss it back over your shoulder, hoping it will reach him without drawing too much attention. A few moments later, you see Sunghoonâs hand reach forward to grab it, his expression unreadable.
The rest of the class proceeds in a blur of lectures and notes. The occasional glances you and Sunghoon exchange are filled with unspoken tension, but you both manage to keep your interactions to a minimum.
At the end of your lecture, you pack up your things and make your way out of the classroom. Youâre heading down the hall when you hear Sunghoonâs voice behind you.
âHey, wait up.â
You stop, turning to see him catching up with you. Heâs wearing a casual expression, though thereâs a hint of seriousness in his eyes.
âSeriously? What now?â you ask, trying to keep your tone even.
Sunghoonâs gaze lingers on you, and he seems to consider his next words carefully. âSo, I was thinking⌠why donât you come over to my place later?â
You raise an eyebrow, puzzled. âFor what? We already had our⌠whatever that was.â
Sunghoon gives you a knowing look, his smirk widening. âCome on, you know youâre curious. Besides, you know you want me.â
You feel a rush of heat at his words, and you try to maintain your composure. âAnd what happened to it being a one-night thing? Are you trying to make this a regular thing now?â
Sunghoonâs eyes twinkle with mischief. âMaybe I am. Or maybe I just want to spend more time with you. Either way, I think youâre interested.â
You hesitate, feeling the pull of his words. The desire that was ignited the night before is still burning strong, and you find yourself tempted despite your better judgment.
With a sigh, you give in, unable to resist the allure of what heâs offering. âAlright, fine. Iâll come over. But just to see what you have in mind.â Sunghoonâs smile broadens, clearly pleased with your decision. âGreat. see you later.â
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Later that night, you stand outside Sunghoonâs, house, or rather mansion. With a deep breath, you ring the doorbelll, and a moment later, Sunghoon opens the door. His eyes rake over you, and thereâs that cocky familiar smirk on his face. âYoure here,â he says, stepping aside to let you in. Thereâs no hint of surprise, just a kind of smug statisfaction, like he knew youâd come.
âYeah,â you reply, stepping inside âso whatâs this all about?â Sunghoon doesnât answer immediately. He just walks past you, heading into the foyer. You follow, your curiosity piqued, but you donât miss the way his eyes flicker back to you with that same intent look. He turns around suddenly, before you can even process whatâs happening, heâs closing the distance between you, leaning in like heâs about to kiss you.
âWoah wait,â you say quickly, pressing a hand against him firm chest to stop him. âWhat do you think youâre doing?â
Sunghoon pauses, eyebrows raised, but thereâs no real apology in his expression. âWhat do you think in doing?â he counters, his voice low, almost daring him to challenge you. You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the way your heart is racing. âI didnât come here just to⌠you know.â
He smirks, leaning in just enough that you feel the warmth of his breath. âThen why did you come here?â
You hesitate, caught between wanting to play it cool and the undeniable pull you feel toward him. âMaybe I was curious.â Sunghoon chuckles, âYouâre here because you want this, sweetheart,â he murmurs, his hand grazing your hip lightly, testing your boundaries.
You swallow hard, trying to keep your composure. âYou think you know everything, donât you?â
His smirk widens. âI know enough.â He leans in again, and this time, his lips brush against your neck, a bold move that sends a jolt of heat through you. You bite your lip, figuring the urge to melt into his touch. âI didnât say you couldââ
âThen stop me,â he challenges, his voice a whisper against your skin. Your mind races every logical thought battling against the desire thatâs been simmering between you since the other night. You hate how easily he gets under your skin, how is arrogance is both infuriating and strangely alluring. But instead of pushing him away, you find yourself lingering, testing the r limits just like he is.
âYouâre infuriating,â you mutter, half annoyed, half breathless. He pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, his expression smug but hungry. âYet I donât see you walking away.â
You hate that heâs right. Instead of anything else, you meet his gaze head on, feeling that dangerous spark between you flicker into something more. âJust shut up and kiss me,â you say, finally giving in, if only to wipe that smug look off his face. And he doesâwithout hesitation, with the kind of intensity that makes your head spin. Itâs heated, unrestrained, and nothing like you imagined, and yet somehow itâs exactly what you wanted.
With a frustrated sigh, you put a hand on his chest and push him back a step. âOkay, seriously, what is this?â you demand, trying to keep your tone steady. âWe canât just keep⌠doing this whenever we feel like it. Itâs stupid.â
He raises an eyebrow, looking way too amused for your liking. âWhy not? You look like youâre enjoying yourself.â
You shoot him a glare. âDonât flatter yourself. I just⌠I donât want this to get messy.â
He smirks, clearly entertained by your struggle. âMessy? You mean you donât want people to know you like kissing me?â
You scoff, crossing your arms. âI donât like anything about you, Sunghoon. But if weâre being honest, thereâs⌠something here, and I donât see it going away anytime soon.â
His grin widens, and you want to slap it right off his face. âSo, what? Youâre proposing a deal?â
You roll your eyes. âMaybe. Friends with benefits. No strings attached, no drama, no catching feelings.â
Sunghoon chuckles, but thereâs an edge to it. âFriends? I donât think weâre even close to that.â
âFine,â you snap, annoyed that heâs right. âEnemies with benefits then. Just⌠an arrangement. To get this out of our systems.â
His gaze darkens, and for a second, you think you see something flicker there, something unreadable. But then he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. âAnd what makes you think Iâd agree to that?â
You raise your chin, meeting his challenge head-on. âBecause you want this just as much as I do. Maybe more.â
He pauses, his lips curling into a slow, wicked smile. âOkay, Iâll bite,â he says, his voice low. âBut hereâs the deal: we do this my way. No whining, no complaining, and you definitely donât get to pretend you donât want it.â
You scowl, hating how cocky he looks, how certain he is that youâll cave. âFine,â you bite back. âBut donât think for a second that this means I like you.â
He laughs, the sound rich and mocking. âTrust me, Iâd hate it if you did.â
You feel your blood boil at his arrogance, but thereâs a thrill in it too, in the way you both seem to enjoy this game. âDeal,â you snap, holding out your hand.
He takes it, but instead of shaking, he pulls you in closer, his lips just inches from yours. âJust remember,â he murmurs, his eyes locked on yours, âthis doesnât change anything. I still canât stand you.â
You smirk, matching his intensity. âRight back at you.â
And before you know it, his lips are crashing against yours again, and all that frustration and anger blurs into something reckless and wild. For now, youâll play his game, but you know this is far from over.
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Over the next few weeks, the âarrangementâ with Sunghoon becomes a twisted game of secrecy and tension. You find yourself sneaking glances in class, meeting him in darkened hallways between periods, and exchanging heated looks across crowded lunch tables. The two of you are constantly dancing on the edge of discovery, and itâs becoming harder to hide the intensity simmering between you.
It starts small. The accidental brush of fingers when passing by in the hallway, the way his eyes linger a little too long when youâre speaking. But then, it escalates. The stolen moments between classes turn into late-night texts and spontaneous meetings wherever you can find some privacy. Empty classrooms, deserted stairwells, even the back of the libraryâplaces where no one would think to find the two of you together. The more time passes, the harder it gets to keep up the charade.
Youâre starting to notice the way his friends glance between you two, confused by the sudden silences or the shared looks you forget to hide. Jay catches you one morning when youâre walking out of the library with Sunghoon following a few steps behind, your hair slightly mussed, your lips redder than usual.
âWhatâs going on there?â he asks, a teasing grin spreading across his face. âYou and Sunghoon plotting world domination or something?â
You laugh it off, rolling your eyes. âPlease. Heâs too much of an idiot for that.â
But Jay looks unconvinced, his gaze flicking back to where Sunghoon is standing, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watching you with a smirk thatâs all too knowing. âSure,â Jay says, dragging out the word like heâs not buying it.
At lunch, itâs even worse. Sunghoon sits across from you, his foot nudging yours under the table. Itâs subtle, but itâs enough to send a jolt up your spine. You kick him back, hard, and he just chuckles, leaning back in his chair like heâs thoroughly enjoying the game.
âWhat are you two whispering about?â Yuna asks, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. Youâre both quick to cover it up, but itâs obvious that your friends are starting to catch on.
âNothing,â Sunghoon says smoothly, his voice annoyingly casual. âJust telling Y/N that she looks like she needs more sleep. Those dark circles are really showing.â
Your jaw clenches, but you force a sweet smile, playing along. âOh, donât worry about me. Iâll sleep just fine once I stop seeing your face every day.â
He grins, but thereâs a flicker of something more heated in his eyes, something you recognize all too well. âYeah, right.â
Karina frowns, sensing the tension that seems to hang in the air whenever you two are in the same room. âSeriously, what is up with you guys?â she asks, tilting her head.
You wave it off, laughing a little too loudly. âWeâre just being our usual selves. You know how it isâcanât stand each other.â
But your friends are starting to notice the little things. The way Sunghoonâs gaze always seems to drift in your direction, the way you keep sneaking out of group study sessions with flimsy excuses, only to return looking flustered and breathless. Sunoo even catches you and Sunghoon exchanging hushed words in the corner of the hallway, too close for comfort, and he raises an eyebrow, a mischievous grin forming on his lips.
âAre you two planning a secret mission, or is there something else we should know?â he asks, his tone playful but probing.
Sunghoon just shrugs, but you can feel his eyes on you, daring you to say something. âNo mission,â he replies coolly, âunless itâs trying to survive Y/Nâs terrible attitude.â
You force a laugh, but the heat in your cheeks gives you away. âYeah, well, some of us have better things to do than deal with you, Sunghoon.â
But itâs getting harder to pretend, harder to keep the fire between you from spilling over in front of everyone else. Every time heâs near, it feels like the world narrows down to just the two of you, a constant push and pull thatâs impossible to ignore. The stolen kisses, the midnight texts, the moments of heated bickering that seem to blur into something moreâitâs becoming too much to hide.
And itâs only a matter of time before someone figures it out.
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You grip the sheets of your bed, lip caught between your teeth as sunghoon is under your duvet, tonguing your wet entrance, heat pooling in your belly, felling the intensity of your orgasm creeping up on you.
Itâs all cut short when your door bursts open without warning, and Karina barges in, her voice already raised. âY/N, I swear Iâm going to lose my mindâ!â
You freeze, your heart stopping in your chest. âKarina!â you squeak, quickly yanking the sheets up to your chin. âWhat happened to knocking?â
Karina stops mid-rant, blinking at you. âOh, come on, like I ever knock?â she scoffs, throwing her hands up in frustration. âAnyway, you will not believe what Heeseung just didââ
Sheâs moving closer to the bed, and you panic, shifting slightly to keep Sunghoon hidden beneath the covers. You can feel him tense up, and his hand slips to your thigh under the sheets, pinching you playfully. You bite your lip to stifle a gasp, kneeing him as a warning.
Karina continues her rant, oblivious. âI mean, he had the nerve to ditch me for practice again, and Iâm justâugh, I needed to vent to someone who understands!â
Your mind races, desperately trying to keep her attention away from the suspicious lump between your legs. âThat sounds⌠really frustrating,â you say, a bit too brightly. âBut maybe just, you know, talk to him?â
Karina flops down on the edge of your bed, dangerously close to Sunghoonâs concealed figure. âOh, Iâll talk to him, alright. Iâm just so sick of his stupid excusesââ
Sunghoonâs fingers press into your clit under the sheets. Heâs grinning, enjoying the situation far too much. You jab him again, your heart racing.
Karina glances at you, finally noticing your tense posture. âAre you okay? Youâre acting weird,â she says, her brows furrowing.
You force a laugh, your voice too high. âIâm fine! Just⌠woke up. Didnât expect you to burst in like that.â
She raises an eyebrow. âSince when do you care if I burst in? And why are you so⌠red?â
You feel the heat creeping up your neck. âUh, just⌠hot in here,â you stammer, shifting to keep Sunghoon completely out of sight.
Karina looks like sheâs about to press further, but then she sighs, clearly more focused on her Heeseung drama. âWhatever, I just needed to get that off my chest. He drives me insane!â
You nod quickly. âYeah, I get it. Heâs⌠Heeseung, you know?â Karina gives you a small smile, her frustration easing. âThanks for listening. And seriously, you look so weird right now.â
You laugh nervously. âYeah, just tired.â
Finally, she stands up, heading toward the door. âAlright, Iâll leave you to⌠whatever you were doing. Iâm gonna go call him and give him a piece of my mind.â
You nod eagerly. âGood luck with that!â
As soon as she leaves, you exhale in relief, lifting the cover to eye Sunghoon, whoâs still grinning like an idiot. âWhat?â he whispers, amused.
âWhat?â you repeat, incredulous. âYou almost got us caught, thatâs what!â
He chuckles, pulling you back down under the sheets. âRelax. She didnât notice a thing.â
You roll your eyes, but your heart is still racing from the close call. âYouâre lucky,â you mutter.
Sunghoon just leans in closer, his lips brushing your cheek. âYou love the thrill,â he murmurs.
And damn it, you hate that heâs right.
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It's late, the night air cool against your skin as you lean against the wall outside the school building, waiting for Sunghoon. You don't even know why you agreed to meet him here. Maybe because he seemed so insistent, or maybe because a part of you wanted to see him, even though youâd never admit it.
He arrives moments later, his footsteps heavy as he approaches. Thereâs a different energy about him tonightâsomething serious, something intense. His usual smirk is nowhere to be found, and his hands are shoved deep into his pockets. He stops in front of you, a little too close, and you have to tilt your head up to meet his eyes.
âWhatâs this about?â you ask, trying to sound casual, though your heart is pounding in your chest.
He doesnât answer right away, his gaze boring into yours like heâs searching for something, something he canât quite find. You shift on your feet, uncomfortable under his scrutiny.
âSunghoon?â you prompt, your voice wavering just slightly.
He finally speaks, his tone lower than usual. âIâve been thinking⌠about us,â he says, the words almost hesitant, like heâs testing them out.
You blink, caught off guard. âUs?â
He nods, his expression serious. âYeah, Y/N, us. You and me⌠whatever this is.â
You swallow hard, trying to keep your face neutral. âI thought we agreed itâs nothing,â you reply, but your voice comes out softer than you intended.
Sunghoonâs eyes narrow, frustration flashing in his gaze. âYeah, thatâs what we said,â he agrees, âbut it doesnât feel like nothing to me anymore.â
Your heart skips a beat, and you feel a lump forming in your throat. Youâve never seen him like thisâso open, so exposed. âSunghoon, I donât know what youâre getting at,â you say carefully.
He takes a step closer, his expression more intense. âIâm saying that Iâve caught myself⌠thinking about you. A lot. When youâre not around, Iâm wondering what youâre doing, who youâre with. I hate that it bothers me when I see you talking to other guys, and I canât stand the idea of you being with anyone else.â
You feel a wave of panic rising in your chest. This is too much, too fast. You press your back harder against the wall as if trying to create more distance between you. âSunghoon, this was never supposed to be serious,â you whisper, your voice barely audible.
He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. âI know, and I tried to keep it that way. But every time I see you, every time weâre together⌠I canât help it. I donât want to help it.â
You shake your head, refusing to let his words sink in. âYou donât mean that,â you insist, more to yourself than to him. âYouâre just saying this because itâs⌠new or whatever. Itâll pass.â
Sunghoonâs jaw clenches, and he moves even closer, leaving barely any space between you. âNo, Y/N, it wonât. Iâve tried to stop feeling this way, but I canât. And I know you feel something too, even if you wonât admit it.â
Your pulse quickens, and you feel your resolve starting to crumble. âI donâtââ you begin, but he cuts you off.
âStop lying,â he says firmly, his voice carrying a hint of desperation. âYouâre scared, I get it. But donât pretend like this is all just a game to you.â
You feel a flash of anger, your defenses rising. âWhat if it is, Sunghoon? What if I donât want anything more than what we already have?â
His expression falters for a moment, a flicker of hurt crossing his face. âThen I guess Iâve made a mistake,â he murmurs, taking a step back.
You feel a pang in your chest, a sharp, unexpected ache. âSunghoonâŚâ
He shakes his head, cutting you off. âForget it. I shouldnât have said anything.â
For a second, you want to reach out, to say something, anything, to make that look on his face go away. But the fear of letting your guard down, of admitting that he might be right, keeps you silent.
He takes another step back, his expression hardening. âI wonât bother you about it again,â he says, his voice cold. âLetâs just go back to pretending like none of this ever happened.â
You nod, though you feel a tightness in your throat. âYeah, letâs do that,â you say quietly, even though your chest aches with a feeling you donât want to name.
Sunghoon turns and walks away, and youâre left standing there, the cool night air biting at your skin. You watch him go, feeling something inside you break just a little, and you wonder if maybe youâve made a mistake too.
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The next morning at school, everything feels heavier. The halls are crowded, but itâs like thereâs a spotlight following you, and you canât shake the feeling that everyone knows. You make your way to your locker, avoiding eye contact with anyone, especially Sunghoon.
You donât see him at first, but you feel himâhis presence looming in the periphery. Itâs like heâs everywhere, watching you, and it makes your skin prickle with nerves. You busy yourself with rearranging your textbooks, trying to calm the storm inside your head.
âHey, Y/N,â Karina chirps, appearing beside you. Her usual bright smile is there, but her eyes are curious, searching your face. âAre you okay? You seemed a little⌠off yesterday.â
You force a smile, gripping your locker door tighter than necessary. âYeah, just tired, I guess.â
She studies you for a second longer, then nods. âWell, you should have come to dinner with us last night. It was a total mess, as always, but fun.â
You nod absently, not really listening. Your eyes flick over Karinaâs shoulder and catch Sunghoonâs gaze across the hallway. Heâs leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with an unreadable expression.
âY/N?â Karina prompts, bringing your attention back to her. âYouâre zoning out again.â
âSorry,â you mumble. âJust a lot on my mind.â
Karina glances over her shoulder, following your line of sight. Her brow furrows slightly. âYouâve been weird around Sunghoon lately,â she remarks. âDid something happen?â
Your heart skips a beat, and you quickly shake your head. âNo, nothing. Why would you think that?â
She shrugs, unconvinced. âI donât know⌠Just a feeling.â
Youâre saved from having to respond when the bell rings. You grab your books and make a beeline for your next class, trying to ignore the heat of Sunghoonâs stare burning into your back.
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Class drags on painfully. You canât focus. Your mind is a whirlwind of confusion and annoyance. You thought sneaking around with Sunghoon would be fun, a gameâa way to blow off steam. But now itâs getting messy, and youâre starting to feel the consequences.
When the bell finally rings, you bolt out of the classroom, desperate for fresh air. But as soon as you turn the corner, youâre yanked into an empty hallway.
Sunghoon.
His grip on your arm is firm, and his eyes are intense, searching yours. âWe need to talk,â he says, his voice low.
You pull your arm free, glaring at him. âWhatâs there to talk about, Sunghoon? We agreed this was supposed to be casual. No strings, remember?â
He frowns, clearly irritated by your tone. âYeah, but it doesnât feel like that anymore, does it?â
You cross your arms over your chest, trying to steady your breathing. âThatâs because youâre making it weird. Just⌠back off a little, okay?â
Sunghoonâs jaw clenches, and he takes a step closer. âBack off? Youâre the one acting all paranoid, Y/N.â
âMaybe because you wonât stop staring at me like everyone else canât see it!â you snap back, your voice rising. âThis was supposed to be simple. But youâre turning it into something⌠complicated.â
He scoffs, a humorless smile tugging at his lips. âMaybe because it is complicated. Or have you not noticed?â
You hate the way your chest tightens at his words, the way his closeness makes your heart race. âDonât do this, Sunghoon,â you warn, your voice quieter, more vulnerable than youâd like.
He pauses, his gaze softening just for a second. âDo what?â
âMake this more than it is,â you whisper, feeling a knot form in your throat. âBecause I canât⌠I wonât.â
Sunghoonâs expression hardens again, and he leans back, crossing his arms defensively. âFine,â he mutters. âIf thatâs how you want it.â
You swallow, forcing yourself to stay composed. âYeah. It is.â
He nods curtly, stepping away, his face unreadable. âGood. See you around, then,â he says before turning on his heel and walking away, leaving you standing in the empty hallway with your heart in your throat.
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The next few days are torture. Sunghoon keeps his distance, and you tell yourself itâs for the best. But every time you see him, every time you catch his eyes across the cafeteria or in class, thereâs a hollow ache in your chest that you canât ignore.
Your friends notice the tension. They ask questions, but you shrug it off, pretending everythingâs fine. But you canât stop replaying your last conversation with Sunghoon, the way his face looked when you told him to back off. You hate how much you miss him, even if youâd never admit it to anyone, especially not to him.
One afternoon, as youâre walking to your car after school, you spot him leaning against a tree nearby, talking to some girl you donât recognize. Heâs smiling, that same smile that used to be reserved for your private moments. Something sharp twists in your chest, and you quickly look away, anger flaring up.
He catches your glance and, for a moment, his smile falters. But then he leans in closer to the girl, laughing at something she says, and your stomach churns with a mix of jealousy and frustration.
You grip your bag tighter, feeling a sting behind your eyes. This is exactly why you didnât want things to get complicated. You turn away, refusing to look back.
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Sunghoon avoids you. Heâs usually the first one to shoot a teasing remark your way, but heâs silent. The hallways feel strangely empty without his usual jabs, and your friends are starting to notice the shift between you two.
âAre you guys fighting again?â Karina asks, as the two of you walk to lunch. Her tone is half-exasperated, half-amused, but you know sheâs genuinely curious. âYou and Sunghoon, I mean. Thereâs definitely more tension than usual.â
You shrug, trying to seem indifferent, but your stomach twists with anxiety. âWhen arenât we fighting?â you mutter.
She gives you a knowing look, but thankfully doesnât push it further. Youâre not sure how much more of this you can take without your feelings bubbling over. Youâre determined to get through lunch without letting Sunghoon get under your skin, but when you enter the cafeteria, you spot him immediately.
Heâs at your usual table, talking to Heeseung, but his gaze is elsewhere. The second you walk in, his eyes find yours, and thereâs a fleeting moment of something unreadable in his expression. A flash of frustration? Longing? You canât be sure.
You take a deep breath and head over, sliding into your usual seat. Karina sits next to you, and for a moment, everything feels normal. But then Sunghoon starts talking.
âSo,â he says, his tone casual but his eyes locked on you, âHeeseung, heard you and Karina had another spat. What was it this time? You didnât say âI love youâ enough?â
Heeseung rolls his eyes, but Karina just laughs, lightly smacking Heeseungâs arm. âDonât listen to him, babe. Heâs just deflecting from his own issues,â she teases.
Sunghoon smirks, but thereâs no real humor in it. âI donât have issues, Karina. Just people who like to make things complicated,â he says, glancing at you.
You feel your face heat up, irritation boiling over. âOh, please,â you snap back. âLike youâre the picture of simplicity.â
He leans back in his chair, his eyes glinting with challenge. âNever said I was. But at least Iâm honest about it.â
Your chest tightens. âHonest?â you scoff. âYouâve been playing games from the start, Sunghoon.â
He shrugs, feigning indifference. âMaybe I have. But at least I know what I want.â
His words send a jolt of electricity through you, and you clench your jaw, trying to keep your composure. âAnd whatâs that, exactly?â
He leans forward, his voice dropping low so only you can hear. âYou. But you already knew that.â
Your heart skips a beat. For a second, youâre frozen, caught between wanting to slap him and⌠something else. Something youâre not ready to face.
âYouâre such aââ you start, but before you can finish, Sunghoonâs foot nudges yours under the table, and your breath hitches.
Youâre hyper-aware of the table between you, the curious glances from your friends, and the heat creeping up your neck. Sunghoonâs gaze is still on you, challenging, waiting for your response.
You canât help the retort that slips out. âYouâre really enjoying this, arenât you?â
He shrugs with a small grin. âMore than you know.â
Before you can shoot back another insult, heeseung cuts in, oblivious to the tension. âOkay, what is happening between you two? I feel like I missed an entire chapter here.â
Sunghoon doesnât even glance at Heeseung. âNothingâs happening. Right, Y/N?â
âRight,â you reply, forcing a smile, but your voice sounds strained, even to your own ears.
Heeseung and Karina exchange a look, clearly unconvinced. âSure, whatever you say,â Karina murmurs with a smirk. âJust remember, denial isnât just a river in Egypt.â
Sunghoonâs lips twitch in amusement, and he finally looks away, leaning back in his chair as if nothing happened. But under the table, his foot is still lightly brushing against yours, sending sparks up your leg.
You bite the inside of your cheek, determined not to let him see how much heâs getting to you.
But you canât help itâthe sensation, the frustration, and the undeniable attraction between you are all mixing into one chaotic storm.
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The bell rings, signaling the end of lunch, and everyone begins to gather their things. You stand, trying to shake off the tension still lingering between you and Sunghoon, but Karina has other ideas.
âHey, Y/N,â she calls, grabbing your arm just as youâre about to head out. âCan I talk to you for a second?â
You nod, feeling a knot form in your stomach. She leads you to a quieter corner of the hallway, away from the crowd. You can tell by the look on her face that sheâs not letting this go.
Karina crosses her arms, tilting her head slightly. âOkay, seriously,â she starts, her voice low but pointed. âWhat the fuck was that back there?â
You blink, trying to feign ignorance. âWhat was what?â
She rolls her eyes. âDonât play dumb with me. You and Sunghoon⌠there was some serious tension at lunch. It was like watching a live soap opera, and I feel like Iâve missed a few episodes.â
You sigh, glancing around to make sure no one is listening in. âItâs nothing, Karina,â you insist, but even to your own ears, it sounds unconvincing.
Karina raises an eyebrow. âNothing? Really? Because from where I was sitting, it looked like something. A big something.â
You bite your lip, unsure of how much to tell her. âLook, we⌠we just donât get along. You know that.â
âYeah, but this felt different,â she replies, not letting up. âLike, I donât know, it almost seemed like⌠there was something more there.â
Her words hit a little too close to home, and you feel your cheeks heat up. âYouâre imagining things,â you say quickly, but Karinaâs not buying it.
She leans in closer, her expression turning more serious. âY/N, Iâm your best friend. I know when somethingâs up. And that? That was definitely something.â
You hesitate, torn between the urge to confide in her and the fear of admitting the truth. âItâs complicated,â you finally admit, your voice barely a whisper.
Karinaâs eyes widen with intrigue. âComplicated how?â
You swallow hard, looking away. âI donât even know how to explain it. Weâve just⌠been hanging out a little more lately. And things got⌠weird.â
âWeird how?â she presses, clearly not letting this go.
You take a deep breath, trying to find the right words. âWeâve been⌠hooking up,â you confess, your voice almost inaudible.
Karinaâs mouth falls open in shock. âWait, what? You and Sunghoon?â She looks like she doesnât know whether to laugh or gasp. âSince when?â
âA few weeks,â you admit, feeling a strange mix of relief and anxiety now that the secret is out.
Karina blinks, taking a moment to process. âAnd you didnât think to tell me?â
âI didnât think it would last this long,â you say defensively. âI thought it was just going to be a one-time thing, but then⌠it wasnât.â
Karinaâs expression softens slightly. âAnd how do you feel about it? About him?â
You shrug, trying to appear nonchalant. âI donât know. Itâs confusing. Half the time, I canât stand him. The other half⌠well, you saw how lunch went.â
Karina lets out a small laugh. âYeah, I did. Itâs like you two canât decide whether you want to kill each other or⌠not.â
You groan, leaning back against the wall. âThatâs exactly how it feels.â
Karina nudges you with her elbow. âJust be careful, okay? Sunghoonâs not exactly known for being straightforward with his feelings.â
You nod, appreciating her concern. âI know. Trust me, Iâm not expecting anything⌠much. Itâs just⌠whatever it is.â
Karina gives you a knowing smile. âAlright, but just remember, Iâm here if you need to talk. Or, you know, if you need me to kick his ass.â
You laugh, feeling some of the tension ease. âIâll keep that in mind.â
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As you walk back to class, you feel a little lighter, but also more uncertain than ever. Because now that Karina knows, it feels more real. And that scares you more than youâd like to admit.
You pause for a moment, letting your thoughts catch up to your racing heart. Sunghoon had admitted it first, hadn't he? In his own cryptic way, heâd confessed he wanted more than just the back-and-forth, more than just the thrill of the chase. You remember the way he looked at you that day, his eyes full of frustration and something else â something softer, something you werenât ready to face.
Heâd said he wanted you. Heâd practically dared you to deny that you wanted him, too. And ever since, youâve been trying to convince yourself that it didn't matter â that it was just some passing thing, some fling to fill the boredom. But it wasn't. It never was.
You sigh deeply, leaning back against the wall of the building. The memory of his words still lingers like a brand on your skin: "I want you." It had sounded so simple when he said it, so sure. Like he wasnât afraid of the mess that came with it.
Youâve been too afraid to admit it to yourself, but now⌠now it feels like youâve been fighting a battle thatâs already lost.
He confessed his feelings first, but youâve been holding back, afraid to let yourself feel the same. Afraid of what it might mean, of how it could change things between you. You thought you could control it, could manage the situation and keep your distance, but all youâve managed to do is dig yourself deeper into this mess.
Youâre tired. Tired of fighting your own heart, tired of pretending youâre unaffected. Tired of feeling like you're caught in this tug-of-war between desire and denial.
*Heâs already put himself out there,* you remind yourself. *He made the first move.* And that thought alone is enough to push you forward, to make you realize that maybe itâs your turn now. Your turn to decide if you want to keep running or if youâre brave enough to let yourself fall.
Pushing off the wall, you feel a wave of determination settle over you. If youâre going to do this, you need to find him and be honest. Not just with him, but with yourself.
Because you donât want to keep this back-and-forth going, this constant dance of pushing and pulling. You want to know where you stand â with him, and with whatever this thing between you is becoming.
You take a deep breath and start walking, knowing exactly where to find him. And this time, youâre not going to let him get away without an answer.
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You find Sunghoon by the lockers, leaning against the metal with that typical nonchalant pose he seems to have perfected. His head is tilted down, focused on his phone, but he looks up as you approach, sensing your presence. His eyes flicker with surprise for just a moment before his usual guarded expression returns.
âWhat do you want?â he asks, his voice laced with that familiar arrogance, but thereâs something else there, tooâan undercurrent of curiosity, maybe even hope.
You donât bother with pleasantries. âWe need to talk,â you say, crossing your arms over your chest. You try to sound firm, but even you can hear the slight waver in your voice. Sunghoon raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.
âOh, so now you want to talk?â he retorts, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. âAfter avoiding me all day?â
You roll your eyes, feeling the tension bubble up again. âI wasnât avoiding you,â you snap, even though you both know itâs a lie. âI just needed⌠time to think.â
He straightens up, slipping his phone into his pocket. âThink about what?â he asks, and his tone is a little softer now, less mocking.
You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of your next words pressing down on you. âAbout this. About us,â you say, your voice steadier now. âIâm tired of all this back and forth, Sunghoon. Iâm tired of pretending like thereâs nothing between us when we both know there is.â
His eyes search yours, and for a moment, his guard slips. âI told you how I felt,â he says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. âYouâre the one who kept pretending it was just⌠nothing.â
You feel a pang of guilt twist in your stomach. âI know,â you admit, meeting his gaze head-on. âAnd I was wrong. I thought I could just⌠push it away, ignore it. But I canât. Not anymore.â
Sunghoonâs expression softens, just a little. âSo what are you saying?â he asks, his voice careful, as if heâs trying not to hope too much.
You swallow hard, forcing yourself to stay honest. âIâm saying⌠I want to figure this out. I want to try⌠whatever this is between us. But I need you to be real with me, Sunghoon. No more games.â
He takes a step closer, closing the distance between you, and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. âIâve been real,â he says, his voice low and intense. âIâve been real since that night at Karinaâs party, and Iâve been waiting for you to catch up.â
Youâre taken aback by the sincerity in his words, by the way his eyes seem to bore into yours like heâs trying to see into your very soul. âIâm here now,â you reply, your voice barely a whisper.
Sunghoon takes another step closer, and now heâs right in front of you, his breath warm on your skin. âSo what do you want?â he murmurs, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. âDo you want me, or are you still trying to convince yourself you donât?â
Your breath catches in your throat, and for a moment, youâre not sure what to say. But then you realize youâve known the answer all along. âI want you,â you admit, your voice steady, finally letting the truth slip past your lips. âBut I donât want to keep pretending like itâs nothing. I want to try⌠something real. But I donât want it to be this constant push and pull, Sunghoon. I canât keep doing that.â
Sunghoonâs lips curl into a small, almost relieved smile. âThen letâs stop playing games,â he says softly, leaning in closer. âLetâs see where this goes, no more pretending. Just you and me.â
You feel a strange sense of relief wash over you at his words, a weight lifting from your chest. âOkay,â you whisper, and it feels like the most honest thing youâve said in a long time.
His smile widens just a fraction, and he closes the final distance between you, his lips brushing against yours in a way that feels both familiar and new. Itâs not the frantic, heated kisses youâve shared beforeâitâs slower, deeper, filled with a promise of something more.
And for the first time, you feel like youâre finally on the same page. Finally moving in the same direction.
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Over the next few weeks, things between you and Sunghoon change in ways you never could have anticipated. At first, itâs subtle â small shifts that only the two of you notice. You spend more time together between classes, sitting closer at lunch, and texting late into the night. The playful bickering is still there, but itâs softened somehow, more like an inside joke than a battle.
Your friends donât notice at first. Theyâre used to seeing you and Sunghoon together, arguing about this or that, so the extra time you spend with him doesn't raise any immediate red flags. But eventually, the signs become too obvious to ignore.
One day at lunch, youâre sitting next to Sunghoon, your legs brushing under the table. His hand casually rests on the back of your chair, his thumb occasionally grazing your shoulder. Jay, seated across from you, narrows his eyes, a slow smile spreading across his face. âOkay, whatâs going on?â he asks, his tone teasing but his eyes curious.
You glance over at Sunghoon, who just smirks. âWhat do you mean?â you reply, trying to sound nonchalant, but you can feel the flush creeping up your neck.
Jay gestures between the two of you. âThis,â he says, waving his hand. âYou two. Youâre being weird. Weird even for you two.â
Karina, whoâs been listening in, gasps. âOh my god,â she says, her eyes widening with realization. âAre you guys⌠together?â
The table goes silent for a second, everyone turning to look at you. Sunooâs eyebrows shoot up, and Jake leans forward, looking like heâs trying to solve a particularly complicated math problem.
Sunghoon leans back, crossing his arms over his chest with a grin. âDepends,â he says casually. âWhat do you think?â
You elbow him in the side, rolling your eyes at his vague answer. âYes,â you say, looking at your friends. âWeâre⌠together. Kind of.â
âKind of?â Sunghoon echoes, feigning offense, and you shoot him a playful glare.
âYes, kind of!â you insist, turning back to your friends, who are now staring at you like youâve just revealed youâre secretly an alien. âItâs⌠new.â
Heeseung chuckles. âI mean, Iâm not totally surprised,â he says, leaning back in his chair. âYou two have been like a powder keg waiting to explode for years.â
Yuna nods eagerly. âHonestly, it was about time,â she adds, and you canât help but laugh at her bluntness.
Jungwon, however, looks mildly concerned. âSo, youâre serious?â he asks, glancing between you and Sunghoon. âLike, actually serious?â
Sunghoon looks at you, his smile softening just a bit, and he nods. âYeah,â he says, and thereâs a sincerity in his voice that makes your heart skip a beat. âWeâre serious.â
Your friends take a moment to process this. Then Jake grins. âAlright,â he says, raising his glass of soda. âTo Y/N and Sunghoon. The enemies-to-lovers arc we didnât know we needed.â
You laugh, and everyone joins in, raising their glasses. Itâs strange, in a way, seeing everyone so quickly accept what feels like a massive shift in your life. But it also feels⌠right.
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Over the next few days, things become more obvious. You and Sunghoon are no longer trying to hide. He reaches for your hand in the hallways, and you let him. He kisses you on the cheek in front of the others, and they pretend to gag but smile knowingly when they think youâre not looking.
You catch Karinaâs eye one afternoon, and she gives you a grin thatâs part smug, part excited. She leans over, whispering, âSo⌠you finally admitted you like him, huh?â
You smile, shrugging a bit. âGuess so,��� you say, and she laughs, nudging you with her elbow.
The hardest part, strangely enough, is getting used to the change yourself. Itâs still weird to not have to hide how you feel, to be able to smile at Sunghoon without wondering if anyone is watching. But with each passing day, it gets a little easier.
And itâs not like everything is perfect. You and Sunghoon still argue â of course, you do. Thatâs just how you are. But thereâs something different now, something that feels less like anger and more like⌠passion. Like youâre both on the same side, even when youâre bickering.
There are moments when you catch him looking at you from across the room, a small smile on his lips, and you feel a warmth spread through your chest. And in those moments, you know â this is real. This is right.
Your friends have stopped asking questions. Theyâve accepted that this is your new normal, and honestly, so have you. The only thing left to do is see where it takes you.
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the season of thorned roses ⸺ a bridgerton!au
pairing ⸺ duke!satoru gojo x fem!reader
summary ⸺ dearest gentle reader, a new season is upon us as the ton gets ready for a season filled with drama, heartbreak, and passion. after being crowned diamond of the season, duke gojo⸺only looking to marry just to secure his inheritance⸺has his sights set on you, the easiest (and most obvious) option. later, when you catch his saying unsavory things about you on a terrace when he least suspected it, you swear to never marry gojo. as london's fashionable set goes through yet another wedding season, will there be hope for scandalous gossip, hate, and thinly veiled insults, or will we witness blooming love and passion?
genre/warnings ⸺ enemies to lovers, bridgerton au, angst, fluff, eventual smut, jealousy, misogyny, regency era au, gojo being infuriating, reader also being infuriating, both of them are clueless honestly, all they do is bicker đ, some historical inaccuracies
notes from the author: im aashi, and this is my first series on this app :p for anyone who would like to know, this does end with a happy ending. ty for reading!
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chapter index
01 ⸺ the debutante
you begin to get ready for your presentation for your debut this season, and satoru steels himself to find a wife. you don't get the reception you'd wanted from some, and satoru will soon curse himself for letting his tongue loose (6.3k)
02 ⸺ the aftermath
after an eventful first ball after your debut, you continue the season with thinly veiled vexation towards gojo. but fate is not on your side; you and gojo keep encountering each other, matching fire with fire (7.8k)
03 ⸺ the manor
you and gojo have just uncovered your mothers' matchmaking scheme: a plan that sends you both to his extravagant countryside manor in kent, arriving a week earlier than the rest of the ton. the question remainsâcan you endure gojo's insufferable nature during this secluded stay? (8.3k)
04 ⸺ the game
satoru has some revelations about you. both you and satoru share some quite...happening days at the manor, including an eventful game of pall mall. (4.9k)
05 ⸺ the fall
gojo comes up with a strange yet tempting arrangement, but the accident that follows it may cause epiphanies for the both of you. (11.8k)
06 ⸺ the house party
you are bedridden, recovering from your wound, when gojo delivers season-changing news. the house party that follows buzzes with tension, and an unexpected arrival that sends ripples through the ton. (7.4k)
07 ⸺ the rebound (soon!)
drabbles/headcanons
01 ⸺ gojo walking in on geto at a brothel (nsfw, not canon)
02 ⸺ gojo when you're pregnant
03 ⸺ more on geto!
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Pairing â Crush Best Friend! Park Jongseong x (F) Reader
Synopsis â Youâve always had a crush on Lee Heeseung ever since he gave you a note, also considering the fact he was one of the most popular boys in school. Considering being popular yourself, you just canât seem to get his attention no matter what you do. So you decide to fake date Jay, Heeseung's best friend, to get Heeseungs attention. Despite thinking that Jay hates you, you go along with the plan, hoping that Heeseung will finally notice you. As the charade progresses, you found out Heeseung is attracted to people who are experienced. However, youâre a virgin. So why not ask Jay to take your virginity? No feelings will be involved, right?
Genre â Smut, High School au, Angst, Fluff
Warnings â MINORS DNI!!!, Cursing, Partying, One sided love, Crying, Drinking, Miscommunications, Jealousy, Break ups, Misunderstanding, Lying, Eating out, Breath play, Grinding, Hickeys, Slow sex, Phone sex, Fingering, Jerking off, Dirty talk, Humiliation, Overstimulation (f), Dom! Jay x Sub! Reader, Missionary, No protection (wrap it up), Aftercare, Receiving (m&f), Jealous sex, Making out, Doggy style, Spanking, Hair pulling, Orgasm Control, Rough sex, Name calling (Good girl, Babe, etc.), Choking, Multiple orgasms, Breeding kink, Blowjob, lmk if I missed any!
W.c â 16.8k
A/n â I had to rewrite so many of this because I wasnât satisfied but I finally finished it! I never made a fic that has more than one sex scene so bear with me on that ^^ If you would like to be on the perm tag list, click here! Like, reblog, comment, etc.! Hope you enjoy! Not proofread!
Masterlist here!
The school courtyard was buzzing with energy as students milled about, chatting and laughing. You, being one of the popular students, were used to the attention and the constant buzz around you.
Today, however, felt different. You decided to take a moment for yourself and sat down on one of the benches, enjoying the brief respite from the chaos.
As you were scrolling through your phone, lost in your own world, a shadow fell over you. Looking up, you saw a guy you vaguely recognized from one of your classes. He was holding something in his hand, and he looked a bit teasing.
"Hey," he said, shifting from foot to foot, âThis is for you."
You raised an eyebrow, curious, âFrom who?"
He pointed across the courtyard, and your eyes followed his gesture. There, standing with a group of his friends, was Lee Heeseung, one of the school's star basketball players. He was tall, with an athletic build, and a smile that could light up a room. Your heart skipped a beat as you took in his appearance. He was undeniably attractive.
The guy handed you a small envelope and quickly walked away, leaving you to process what had just happened. You looked down at the envelope, your curiosity piqued. Opening it, you found a simple note inside:
Hey, I noticed you sitting here and thought you might like this.
You glanced back at Heeseung, who was now looking your way. When your eyes met, he gave you a small, confident smile and a nod. You felt your cheeks heat up, and your heart leaped in your chest. You gave him back a shy smile and waved. It wasn't every day that someone like Lee Heeseung noticed you, let alone sent you a note and a candy bar.
For the rest of the day, you couldn't get Heeseung out of your mind. His smile, the way he carried himself, and the fact that he had gone out of his way to send you a note â it all made your heart race. You found yourself looking forward to seeing him again, wondering if there might be more to this unexpected connection.
That happened about a month ago. Now, youâre still here waiting for him to make a move, and yet he hasnât. You thought he was just a shy guy which was probably why he gave you a note, but you smiled back at him. So wouldnât that give him a hint?
You were sitting in the library, deeply engrossed in your studies. The upcoming exams were looming over you, and you wanted to make sure you were fully prepared. The library was quiet, with only the soft rustling of pages and the occasional whisper breaking the silence. You were so focused on your work that you didn't notice Kazuha approaching until she was right beside you.
âHey, are you going to the bonfire this weekend?" Kazuha asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
You looked up from your books, a bit surprised by her sudden appearance, âI wish I could, but I can't," You replied, sighing, "I have so much to study for, and I really need to focus."
Kazuha pouted, clearly disappointed, "Come on, you need a break! You've been studying non-stop. Plus, it's going to be so much fun. Everyone's going to be there!"
You hesitated, knowing she was right. You had been pushing yourself hard, and a little break wouldn't hurt. But the thought of falling behind on your studies made you nervous, "I don't know, Kazuha. I really need to do well on these exams."
Kazuha wasn't giving up that easily. She leaned in closer, her eyes pleading, âPlease? Just for a few hours? You deserve to have some fun too.â
Seeing your hesitation, Kazuha pressed on, âCome on, it'll be great. You can study all you want after the party. Just think about it â a chance to finally talk to Heeseung!"
You sighed, feeling the weight of your decision, "Alright, fine. I'll go to the bonfire," You said, finally giving in, "But only for a little while."
Kazuha's face lit up with joy, "Yes! You won't regret it, I promise. It's going to be amazing."
As the weekend approached, you found yourself getting more and more excited about the bonfire. You spent extra time picking out an outfit, hoping to make a good impression. When the night of the party finally arrived, you felt a mix of nerves and anticipation.
The bonfire was located at the beach. The ocean flowed softly together as the moon shone over the people. There was loud music playing and it was filled with people dancing and laughing. You scanned the crowd, looking for Heeseung. After a few minutes, you spotted him sitting down at the bonfire, talking to a group of friends.
You jumped when you suddenly felt hands around your arms, âYou made it!â Kazuha squealed. You gave her a chimed smile.
âI did.â You replied. She grabbed your arm and took you to the bonfire where Heeseung was sitting and sat you across from him.
âIâll be right back! Hereâs a drink.â She said. She gave you a red cup and walked past people, disappearing into the crowd.
You sipped your drink as you scanned the faces illuminated by the flickering flames. Your eyes landed on Heeseung, who was sitting across from you, engrossed in a conversation with his friends. Despite the noise and the number of people around, he hadnât seemed to notice you.
You decided to just look for Kazuha. You maneuvered through the crowd, your eyes scanning for Kazuha. The salty breeze carried the scent of the ocean, mingling with the smoky aroma of the bonfire.
As you rounded a corner, your attention momentarily diverted by a burst of laughter, you collided with someone. Your drink splashed out of your cup, drenching the front of a pristine white shirt. You looked up, your heart sinking as you recognized the face glaring down at you. It was Jay, and he did not look pleased.
"Watch where you're going," He snapped, his voice laced with irritation as he wiped at the damp stain spreading across his shirt.
You scoffed, rolling your eyes, "Maybe you should watch where you're standing," You retorted, matching his tone with an edge of your own. It wasn't the first time you'd clashed with Jay, and it seemed like he always had an attitude with you.
Jay's eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening, "Just be more careful next time," He said curtly before turning away, leaving you standing there with a mix of frustration and confusion.
As you walked away, you couldn't help but wonder why Jay always seemed to have it out for you. He was your crush's best friend, after all, and you couldn't understand why he always seemed so annoyed whenever you were around.
The thought lingered in your mind, adding a layer of complexity to the evening's events. The bonfire continued to burn brightly, but your thoughts were clouded with questions about Jay and his inexplicable attitude towards you. And how the hell Heeseung is friends with him.
You finally spotted Kazuha near the edge of the ocean, chatting with a few friends. Relief washed over you as you approached her, still feeling the sting of your encounter with Jay. Kazuha greeted you with a bright smile, but it quickly faded when she saw the look on your face.
"What's wrong?" She asked, concern evident in her voice.
You sighed, glancing around to make sure no one else was listening, "I'm just going to head home, Kazuha. Heeseung isn't paying any attention to me, and I just had a run-in with Jay. It's been a rough night."
Kazuha frowned, shaking her head, "No way, you're not leaving yet. I have an idea." Her eyes lit up with a mischievous glint, and before you could protest, she grabbed your hand and started pulling you back towards the bonfire.
"Kazuha, what are you doing?" You asked, trying to keep up with her determined pace.
"We're going to play Spin the Bottle," She announced loudly as you both reached the group. The chatter around the fire died down as everyone turned to look at her, "Come on, it'll be fun!"
You sighed, knowing there was no arguing with Kazuha when she got an idea in her head. Reluctantly, you sat down in the circle forming around the bonfire. Your eyes scanned the faces around you, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw Jay sitting next to Heeseung. He had thrown a flannel over his stained shirt, but you could still see the remnants of your drink on the fabric.
Jay's gaze met yours for a brief moment, and you quickly looked away, feeling a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. Heeseung, oblivious to the tension, seemed excited about the game, his smile lighting up the night.
As the bottle was placed in the center and the first spin began, you couldn't help but feel a sense of dread and anticipation. As you glanced at Kazuha, her encouraging smile gave you a bit of comfort.
The game of Spin the Bottle was in full swing, and you watched as the bottle spun and landed on different people around the circle. Laughter and cheers filled the air each time someone was chosen, but so far, the bottle hadn't landed on you. You tried to keep your cool, but the anticipation was starting to get to you. Kazuha, sitting beside you, noticed your growing unease and gave you a reassuring smile.
"Don't worry, your turn will come," She whispered.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bottle slowed and came to a stop, pointing directly at you. Your heart raced as all eyes turned to you. Before you could react, Kazuha stood up and clapped her hands to get everyone's attention.
"Okay, since I started the game, I get to choose who she kisses!" She declared. A chorus of groans and protests erupted from the group.
"That's not fair!" Someone shouted.
"You can't just make up rules!" Another voice chimed in.
Kazuha held up her hands to calm everyone down, "Come on, it's just one time. Let me have this," She pleaded, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Reluctantly, the group quieted down, and Kazuha turned to you with a knowing smile.
"I choose Heeseung," She said triumphantly. Your heart skipped a beat as you looked over at Heeseung. He met your gaze, and you saw a smirk slowly spread across his face. For a moment, you thought he was going to stand up and come over to you, but then he turned his head and looked at Jay.
"Actually, I think Jay should do it," Heeseung said, his voice filled with amusement.
The entire circle fell silent, and you could feel the shock ripple through the group. Kazuha's mouth fell open, and you were just as stunned. Jay, sitting next to Heeseung, looked equally surprised, his eyes wide as he glanced between you and Heeseung.
"Uh, what?" Jay stammered, clearly caught off guard.
Heeseung's smirk grew wider, "You heard me. Go ahead, Jay."
You felt a mix of emotions swirling inside youâconfusion, embarrassment, and a strange sense of curiosity. Jay didnât stand up and it seemed like forever.
Kazuha immediately tried to interject, "No, Heeseung, I really thinkâ"
But before she could finish, Jay stood up abruptly, "I'll do it," He said firmly, cutting her off. The determination in his voice shocked everyone, especially you. Your heart pounded in your chest as Jay walked towards you, each step making you more nervous.
As Jay got closer, you could feel your palms getting sweaty. The room seemed to close in around you, and your mind raced with a thousand thoughts. Just as he was leaning in, his eyes locked onto yours, you felt a surge of panic. You couldn't do this.
Without thinking, you bolted up from your seat and ran from the scene. You heard Kazuha calling your name, but you ignored her, your feet moving faster than ever. You pushed through other group of people and sprinted to your car, fumbling with your keys in your haste. Finally, you unlocked the door, jumped in, and slammed it shut behind you.
Sitting in the driver's seat, you took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. You didnât know why you felt so nervous to kiss Jay. Maybe it was because of the incident? You werenât sure as you started your car and drove him.
As you drive home, the city lights blur past your window, casting a warm glow inside your car. The hum of the engine is a comforting background noise, and you find yourself lost in thought about the day's events. The streets are quiet, and you feel a sense of calm as you pull into your driveway.
Once inside, you kick off your shoes and head straight to your room. As you settle down, you notice a missed call from Kazuha. You quickly dial her back, and she picks up almost immediately.
âHey, are you okay?â Kazuhaâs concerned voice comes through the line.
âYeah, Iâm fine,â You reply, though your mind is still racing, âI just didnât know what to do.â
Kazuha sighs softly, âJay didnât seem mad that you left, if thatâs what youâre worried about.â
You pause, biting your lip, âWhy would Heeseung want Jay to kiss me, though?â
âI donât know,â Kazuha admits, âHeeseung seemed normal about it, but he left after a while.â
You nod, even though she canât see you, âThanks, Kazuha. Iâm just going to head to bed now. Talk tomorrow?â
âOf course. Goodnight,â She says.
âGoodnight,â You reply, ending the call. You lie down, thoughts still swirling but feeling a bit more at ease. Tomorrow is a new day. You close your eyes, anticipation and confusion bubbling within you as you drift off to sleep.
The next morning, you wake up with a mix of excitement. After a quick shower, you pick out a cute but comfortable outfit, knowing you'll be out for a while. As you're finishing up, you get a text from Kazuha saying she's on her way to pick you up for a shopping trip.
When Kazuha arrives, you hop into her car, and you both chat about random things on the way to the mall. The mall is bustling with people, and the two of you dive into various stores, trying on clothes and laughing at some of the more outrageous fashion choices.
After a couple of hours, you both decide to take a break and stop at a cozy coffee shop. As you sip on your drink, Kazuha turns to you with a serious look.
âSo, are you ever gonna shoot your shot with Heeseung?â She asks, raising an eyebrow.
You sigh, stirring your drink absentmindedly, âI donât know how to get closer to him.â
Kazuha taps her chin, then suddenly her eyes light up, âIâve got an idea. Why donât you fake date someone close to him? Thatâs like one of the top things people do.â
You blink, processing her suggestion, âWho?â
Kazuha rolls her eyes at your cluelessness, âJay, duh.â
You choke on your drink in shock, staring at her, âI canât ask that of Jay after that incident!â
Kazuha just shrugs, âWhy not? You talk to Jay the most out of Heeseungâs friends.â
You shake your head, feeling overwhelmed, âJay hates me.â
Kazuha leans back, a smirk playing on her lips, âHe was gonna kiss you either way. Just try.â
You sit there, thinking about it. The idea is crazy, but maybe itâs just crazy enough to work. You glance at Kazuha, whoâs watching you expectantly, and nod slowly, âOkay, Iâll try.â
Kazuha grins, and you feel a flutter of anticipation. You werenât sure if this stupid plan was gonna work, but as Kazuha says, sheâs always right.
After spending the day shopping and chatting with Kazuha, you finally head back home, bags in hand and a lot on your mind. Kazuha's words echo in your head: "Just try." You can't help but think about how crazy the idea is, but a part of you is curious about what might happen if you actually went through with it.
As you flop onto your bed, you decide to check your phone. There's a message from Kazuha with a link to Jay's Instagram. Your heart races as you open the app and see his profile. You feel a wave of nervousness wash over you, but you remember Kazuha's encouragement. Taking a deep breath, you decide to go for it. You hit the follow button and then, with trembling fingers, you start typing a message.
l/n.y/n: Jay, are you single?
You type, wincing at how blunt it sounds. But it's too late to back out now. You hit send and toss your phone aside, feeling a mix of dread and anticipation.
A few minutes later, your phone buzzes. You pick it up and see a notification from Instagram. It's a message from Jay. Your heart pounds as you open it, wondering what his response will be.
js_park_: What do you want
You pouted at his bluntness. This was gonna be harder than expected. You decided to just go along and get it over with.
l/n.y/n: I need your help. Like really bad. This may come out weird to you, but I need you to fake date me cause I have a crush on Heeseung and he just doesnât seem to notice me and since your a good friend of his I was hoping you would go along with it. Once he likes me back you donât have to talk to me at all or even see my existence! So what do you say?
He read it almost immediately making your heart skip a beat. About a few seconds later he responded back.
js_park_: Iâd see you all the time then if you date Heeseung. So no.
You groaned stressed out. He was making this way to hard for you. You knew you couldnât ask any of his other friends. Jakeâs taken, and Sunghoon just straight seems like he doesnât want no fake dating or a real relationship. You tried to think of another idea. Thatâs when you suddenly remembered something. You quickly texted back urgently.
l/n.y/n: Iâll get you that guitar youâve been talking about in class.
js_park_: Cost a lot of money, but if you insist. So when are we starting?
You pumped your fist up in victory. You decided to just start as quick as possible and texted him the details.
l/n.y/n: Tomorrow. Pick me up first thing in the morning and we NEED to show PDA. I donât like it either but if we need to get Heeseung attention then thatâs what we should do. Oh and also, no kissing.
js_park_: Or, we could exchange numbers instead of texting here? Itâs weird.
You rolled your eyes.
l/n.y/n: [xxx-xxx-xxxx]. Thatâs my number.
js_park_: Alright, text you tomorrow.
l/n.y/n: đ
Seen
You took a deep breath in and out. All you have to do is just show PDA. Nothing too serious. And besides, no kissing will be involved, so you have nothing to worry about. Right?
You wake up to the sound of your phone ringing. Still groggy, you reach over and grab it, expecting to see Kazuha's name on the screen. Instead, you're surprised to see Jay's name flashing. Confused, you answer the call.
"Hello?" you mumble, rubbing your eyes.
"Hey, where do you live?" Jay's voice comes through the speaker, sounding wide awake and slightly amused.
âJay? What?" you ask, still half-asleep and trying to make sense of the situation, "It's early," You add, glancing at the clock. It's barely past dawn.
"Yeah, I don't know if you knew, but I have morning basketball practice," He replies sarcastically, making you smile despite your confusion.
"Oh, right," You say, suddenly remembering, "Uh, my address is [123 Address Name]."
"Great, I'm on my way," He says before hanging up.
You sit up in bed, trying to shake off the last remnants of sleep. Realizing you don't have much time, you quickly get dressed, throwing on your uniform and running a brush through your hair. Just as you're finishing up, your phone buzzes again.
Jay: I'm here.
You take a deep breath and head outside, finding Jay's car parked in front of your house. You walk over and open the passenger door, sliding in.
"Morning," You say, still a bit dazed but excited.
"Morning," Jay replies with a grin, "Ready to start the day?"
You nod, giving him a tired smile. Jay starts the car, and you both drive towards the school. The early morning streets are quiet, and the sun is just beginning to rise, casting a soft glow over everything. You can't help but feel a little nervous but also excited about this unexpected start to your day.
When you arrive at the school, Jay parks the car, and you both get out. He leads the way to the gym, where you can already hear the faint sounds of basketballs bouncing and sneakers squeaking on the court. As you enter the gym, you see some of Jay's teammates warming up and chatting.
Jay turns to you with a teasing smile, "So, are you gonna give me a hug goodbye?" He asks, clearly enjoying your embarrassment.
You feel your cheeks heat up, but you step forward and give him a quick hug. As you pull away, you hear Jake's voice ring out, "Since when did you guys start dating?"
You glance over and see Jake looking at you both with wide eyes, and Heeseung is there too, watching intently along with the rest of the team. You quickly say goodbye to Jay, avoiding Jake's question.
"Bye, babe," Jay says jokingly, earning a narrow glare from you before you turn to leave.
As you walk away, you hear Jake ask Jay again, "Seriously, dude, what's going on?"
Jay just pats Jake's shoulder with a knowing grin, "Don't worry about it," He says, leaving Jake and the others looking dumbfounded as he jogs over to join the rest of the team for practice.
You walked to the school doors, your heart racing with embarrassment. The plan to make Heeseung notice you has officially begun, and you can't help but feel a sense of anticipation for what will happen next.
Later that day, you finally have a class with Jay. As you both settle into your seats, you decide to fill him in on the rest of your plan.
"So, here's the deal," You begin, pulling out your schedule, "These are my classes, and I need you to walk me to each of them."
Jay groans, leaning back in his chair, "Do I really have to do all of that?"
"Yes," You insist, "I pass by Heeseung a lot between classes, and he'll definitely notice if we're always together."
Jay rolls his eyes but eventually relents, "Whatever," he mutters, clearly not thrilled but willing to go along with it.
As the class begins, you find it hard to focus. Your mind keeps drifting to the plan and how it might play out. Will Heeseung really notice? And if he does, will he care? You glance over at Jay, who seems more interested in doodling in his notebook than paying attention to the lecture.
Despite his nonchalant attitude, you can't help but feel grateful that he's willing to help you out, even if it means going through the motions of fake dating.
The rest of the class passes in a blur as you continue to mull over your thoughts. By the time the bell rings, signaling the end of the period, you've resolved to stick to the plan and see it through. You gather your things and look over at Jay, who gives you a small nod.
"Ready for the next class?" He asks, standing up and slinging his backpack over his shoulder.
"Yeah," You reply, feeling a renewed sense of determination. As you both walk out of the classroom holding hands, you noticed a lot of students whispering and looking at you guys. This was gonna be a lot tougher than you thought.
Jay walks you to your next class, and just as you're about to enter, you spot Heeseung walking past. Your heart leaps when he gives Jay a friendly smile. Then, Heeseung looks at you, and for a moment, everything seems to slow down. He nods, and you manage to return a nervous smile, feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety.
Jay leaves with a casual wave, but not without giving a knowing smirk. You rolled your eyes and headed into the classroom, still replaying the brief interaction with Heeseung in your mind. You try to focus on your work, but your thoughts keep drifting back to that smile and nod. It feels like a small victory, a sign that your plan might actually be working.
When the bell rings, you gather your things and head to the cafeteria for lunch. You spot Kazuha sitting at your usual table and quickly make your way over to her.
"Hey, Kazuha," You say, sliding into the seat across from her. "You won't believe what just happened."
She looks up from her phone, curiosity piqued, "What happened?"
You recount the events of the morning, from Jay walking you to class to the moment with Heeseung. Kazuha listens intently, her eyes widening in surprise.
"I'm shocked Jay actually followed through," She says, shaking her head in disbelief.
You laugh, âYeah, well, he's doing it for a guitar. But I'm definitely going to get on his nerves with this."
Kazuha chuckles, "Just make sure you don't drive him too crazy, We still need him for the plan."
You nod, feeling a bit more confident, "Don't worry, I won't. But I have to admit, it's kind of fun seeing him so annoyed."
As you both continue to chat and eat lunch, you feel a sense of anticipation building. The plan is in motion, and with a little luck, Heeseung will notice you more and more. For now, though, you're just glad to have Kazuha by your side, sharing in the excitement and uncertainty of it all.
After school, you meet up with Jay, so he can drive you home. As you settle into the passenger seat, Jay starts talking about a party Jake is hosting that night.
"Hey, there's a party at Jake's tonight. Do you want to come?" Jay asks casually, glancing over at you.
Before you can answer, he adds, "Heeseung is gonna be there."
Your heart skips a beat, and you quickly say, "Yes, I'll come."
Jay nods, a small smile playing on his lips, "Great. I'll pick you up at eight."
He drops you off at your house, and you head inside, already thinking about what to wear. Knowing you take a while to get dressed, you decide to start getting ready right away. As you rummage through your closet, you text Jay to ask if Kazuha can come too. A few minutes later, your phone buzzes with his reply.
Jay: Sure, she can come.
You feel a bit more at ease knowing your friend will be there. You call her up and tell her and she says sheâll be there.
After what feels like an eternity of trying on different outfits and experimenting with your makeup, you finally settle on a look that makes you feel confident. Just as you finish, you hear a car horn outside.
You grab your things and head out to find Jay waiting for you. He looks up as you approach, and you notice a flicker of surprise in his eyes.
"Do I look okay?" You ask, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious.
Jay gives you a once-over and nods, "You look fine," He says, though there's a hint of something more in his tone.
You smile, feeling a bit reassured, and hop into the car. As Jay drives to the party, you can't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. Tonight could be a turning point in your plan, you could only hope.
You and Jay finally make it to the party, and it's packed with people. The music is loud, and the atmosphere is electric. As you step inside, you see Jake making his way over to you. He dabs up Jay and then turns to you with a big smile.
"Glad you guys made it!" Jake shouts over the music.
You smile back, feeling a bit more relaxed. Jay suggests getting some drinks, and you follow him to the kitchen. As you chat and sip on your drinks, you suddenly spot Kazuha across the room. You wave her over and give her a big hug when she reaches you.
"Where's Heeseung?" Kazuha asks, glancing around.
You shrug, genuinely not knowing. Jay chimes in, "He might be in the living room."
"I'll go see," You say, eager to find him.
You make your way through the crowded house, but there's no sign of Heeseung in the living room. Just as you're about to turn back, you bump into someone. You look up and see Heeseung standing right in front of you.
"Oh, hey," He says, looking a bit surprised, "Where's Jay?"
"He's in the kitchen," You reply quickly. Then, thinking on your feet, you add, "I was just trying to get some fresh air.â
Heeseung nods and says, "Follow me."
Though you're unsure, you decide to follow him. You glance back, knowing Jay and Kazuha are waiting for you, but curiosity gets the better of you. Heeseung leads you through the house, and you can't help but wonder what he wants to talk about.
Heeseung leads you through the house, weaving past groups of people until you reach a quiet balcony. He gestures for you to go out first, and you step into the cool night air. Heeseung follows and sits down on one of the chairs, and you take a seat next to him.
He takes a sip of his drink and then looks at you, "So, what made you wanna date Jay?" He asks, his eyes searching yours.
You feel a pang of nervousness but manage to lie smoothly, "Oh, you know, he was always a handsome guy. And because we had a connection with the class we both chose, and it just felt right."
Heeseung hums thoughtfully and takes another sip of his drink, âHave you and him already had sex?" He asks casually.
You choke on your drink, coughing a bit before managing to say, "No, no, we havenât."
He chuckles softly, "I knew it."
Confused, you look at him and ask, "Why do you say that?"
Heeseung leans back in his chair, a small smile playing on his lips, âBecause," He begins, "I can tell when Jay has sex with someone, he gets more clingy to them if you know what I mean. And to you, he stays quite far, and yet almost close. Unless, youâre a virgin and taking it slow?"
Your heart races as you try to process his words. The plan you and Jay concocted to make Heeseung notice you seems to be unraveling right before your eyes. The night air feels colder, and the anticipation of what Heeseung said hangs heavily between you.
But not only were you thinking that, you were also thinking about Heeseung referring you as a virgin. Which, he is not wrong. You are a virgin, and you arenât really proud to say that in front of him for some reason. You couldnât help but question wether Heeseung liked virgins. So, you decided to fuck it and ask.
âDo you like virgins?â You questioned, your voice tinged with curiosity. Heeseung averts his gaze to you. His narrow eyes making you nervous, but he just scoffed.
âTheyâre alright. I guess it could be exciting in bed, teaching them what to do. But I prefer an experienced person. Because they know what they're doing in bed, and thatâs a turn on.â He replied. You felt your mouth parting. Heeseung liked experienced people. And you were nowhere near experienced. You havenât even had your first kiss.
You slowly nodded your head, âThat's interesting.â You muttered and sipped your drink.
Heeseung let out a low chuckle, âSo are you a virgin?â
You gulped harshly and stared down. You felt the air getting hotter and thatâs when you decided to just lie, âNo. I already had sex with someone.â
Heeseung whistled and leaned in closer to you, âL/n Y/n already had sex? Wonder who if itâs not Jay.â He joked. You let out a nervous laugh.
Before you could say something else, the glass door slid open revealing Jay. He catches you and Heeseung on the balcony, his eyes narrowing slightly, "I've been looking for you," He says, his gaze shifting between you and Heeseung, âAm I interrupting something?"
Heeseung smirks at you before standing up, "No, not at all," He replies smoothly, "I'll leave you two alone." With that, he walks back inside, leaving you and Jay alone on the balcony.
You remain quiet, the weight of the conversation with Heeseung still fresh in your mind. Jay looks at you with concern, âAre you okay?" He asks gently.
You force a small smile and nod, "Yeah, I'm just tired. I think I want to go home."
Jay nods understandingly, âOkay, let's go."
You both make your way back through the house, saying goodbye to your friends. You stop by Kazuha and tell her, "I'll text you when I get home."
She nods and waves, "Drive safe!"
As you and Jay get into the car, the silence feels heavy. Jay starts driving, and you suddenly blurt out, "Jay, about Heeseung..."
He glances at you briefly before focusing back on the road, "What about him?"
You hesitate, unsure of how to express the confusion and emotions swirling inside you. The plan to make Heeseung notice you has taken an unexpected turn, and you're not sure if you can ask Jay a personal question. You finally took a deep breath and faced Jay.
âCan you take my virginity?â
Jay slams the brakes, causing the car to jolt to a sudden stop. He stares at you in shock, his eyes wide, âWhat?" He says loudly, making you flinch.
You take another deep breath and repeat, "Can you take my virginity?â
Jay takes a moment to process your words, then tells you, "Wait a second." He pulls over to the side of the road and turns to face you fully, "What's wrong? What did you and Heeseung talk about?"
You bite your lip and explain everything to himâthe plan to make Heeseung notice you, the unexpected feelings that surfaced, and the confusion you're feeling now. Jay just stares at you, taking it all in. He sighs deeply and says, "You should wait for the right person."
You shake your head, feeling a surge of determination, "I want it to be with you, Jay."
Jay thinks for a long minute, his expression serious. Finally, he asks, "Are you sure?"
You nod confidently, "Yes."
"When?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Today," You reply firmly, "Come inside my house."
Jay takes a deep breath and starts the car again. The drive to your house is filled with a charged silence, both of you processing the gravity of what was just said.
As you pull into your driveway, you feel a mix of nervousness. Jay parks the car and turns to you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, you both step out of the car, heading to your door.
Jay follows you inside your house, and you both take off your shoes and jackets, placing them neatly by the door. Jay glances around and asks, "Before we do anything, is your mom home?"
You shake your head, "No, she's on a business trip."
Jay nods, seeming to relax a bit. "Are you thirsty?" You ask, trying to break the tension.
He shakes his head, "No, I'm good."
You lead him up to your room, and he takes a moment to examine it, looking at the posters on the walls and the books on your shelves. You sit on your bed, feeling the weight of the moment.
Jay turns to you and asks, "Have you changed your mind at all?"
You look him straight in the eyes and say firmly, "No."
Jay nods, taking a deep breath. The room is filled with a charged silence, the air thick with anticipation. He moves closer, sitting beside you on the bed, his expression serious and thoughtful.
âYou said no kissing, right?â He asks. You slowly nodded your head, but his lips did look kissable right now.
âThen this is gonna be somewhat awkward then.â He admits. You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck.
âJ-Just start somewhere, please.â You whisper. Jay cursed and wrapped his hands firmly on your waist. You closed your eyes, waiting for him to do something.
You gasped when you suddenly felt his soft lips on your neck. It started off slow, his lips moving along your neck, giving it pecks here and there. You leaned your head more back to grant him access.
You felt his lips form a grin before he opened his mouth and gave you a gentle bite on your neck, giving it a soft suck. You let out breathy sighs feeling him getting a bit harsher and pushed you back. His lips never leave your neck.
He sucked all around your neck and jaw. You wrapped your legs around his waist and bucked. He let out a growl and pushed your hips back making you whine. He faced you and lowered his eyes to your lips that were parted. God, did he want to make them plump and red.
Instead of doing it, he went to your chest and kissed it. He slowly traced your back before unzipping the back of your dress. You felt nervous and urgent, lifting yourself up a bit to let your dress come off. You took the straps off revealing your bra and underwear.
You shyly bit your finger as Jay stared. You couldnât help but feel his eyes wandering around your whole body like hands. He suddenly lifted a hand to fondle with your breast making you let out a gasp and eyes closed shut. His other hand rubbing your cloth core.
You moaned and squirmed against his hold, trying to get away, but he held you down.
âJust relax pretty.â He whispered in your ear. You nodded your head although your breathing was saying otherwise. Jay felt your wet pussy clenching around nothing making him chuckle. You really were urgent.
He unclasped your bra revealing your perky breasts. He leaned down and flicked his tongue against one of your breasts causing you to grip his soft jet black hair, âah- jay!â You cried out.
The flicking soon turned into sucking harshly. You snaked, not knowing what to do yourself. He gave attention to the other one by fondling it.
Your breathing was ragged and breathless. Your eyes were teary, and he didnât even put his dick in yet. You guessed you now knew what Heeseung meant by experienced people who are better in bed.
Jay lets go of your breast and leans over your cloth pussy. He planted soft kisses and put your legs over his shoulders, pulling you softly against his body. He moved your panties to the side revealing your slick pussy. You tried to close your legs in embarrassment, but he forced them back open.
âDonât be shy now. You wanted this, remember?â He teased. You let out a quiet whine. It all went too fast when you suddenly felt a hot wet sensation licking your pussy slow. Your eyes rolled back, feeling Jay's tongue going deep in your pussy and sucking on your bud. Your moans could no longer be held back, letting them out freely for the neighbors to hear.
âJ-Jay ah- wait!â You cried out feeling your orgasm coming faster than you anticipated. Jay didnât stop, feeling your pussy tighten and open and before he knew it too, his tongue was getting covered by your juices. You shook lightly and jerked when he flicked his tongue on your bud teasingly.
He latched his mouth off your pussy and licked his lips while staring at you breathing deeply. Jay loved the view, your hair messy, eyes teary, mouth agape with saliva trailing down, mascara streaks on your cheeks. He wanted to ruin you more.
As he took off his shirt, you noticed his body was pretty toned. Youâd have to ask him later if he workout often. He took off his pants with his boxers finally revealing his dick. You gasp at his size. Is that even gonna fit? You gulped nervously.
Jay noticed your face and smiled, âItâs okay, Iâll go slow. For now.â He said. You nodded and slowly put your hand on your pussy, opening your folds to let Jay see your hole.
Jay's eyes widened at your sudden confidence for a second before his eyes turned dark, âSomeone getting confident? I should lower that.â He mumbled. Before you could ask what he meant, he leaned over you and positioned his dick at your hole and slowly pushed in.
You felt the air get knocked out your lungs and immediately wrapped your arms around his neck. You squeezed around him tightly making him hiss, âShit, relax will you?â He complained.
âI-Itâs not my fault you suddenly did that!â You snapped, still feeling pain. Slowly, you tried to relax your breathing and soon enough, he was fully in.
You let out a ragged breath feeling him in you. He felt so big and you felt so full. Jay watched your face, making sure he wasnât hurting you in any way. He knows heâs big.
âM-Move.â You panted. Jay nodded even though you probably didnât see him and slowly he moved. He kept a slow steady pace, watching your every move and facials. He saw your eyebrows furrow and you lolled your head back.
Thatâs when Jay started going at a faster pace and soon you both were moaning and panting against each other. Both of your bodies are sweaty and sticking together. The sound of skin slapping, the bed creaking, and your unison moans were heard all over your room.
Jay gripped your waist and lifted his upper body up, leaving you to clench your sheets as he thrusted up into you. You felt your eyes roll back feeling his mushroom tip hit against just the right spots.
Jay groaned, feeling you squeezing around him. He felt his orgasm coming quicker than usual. Probably considering he hasnât had sex in a while or your pussy just felt too good. He thinks itâs the second one.
You felt your orgasm coming and whimpered, âI-I think Iâm c-cumming- hah!â You moaned and shut your eyes. Jay let out a breathy laugh and slowed down his thrusting, going harder and deeper. And thatâs when your orgasm came.
You let out a silent moan feeling him still thrusting into you hard. You squirmed harshly and overstimulated before he took out his dick and stroked it on your stomach, his cum spurting out on you.
You both panted at the intense orgasm before Jay got off your bed and went to your bathroom. He came back with a washcloth and slowly cleaned you up. Your breathing calmed feeling him lay beside you and rubbing your back softly.
âI canât believe we had sex.â You said. Jay snorted and leaned on his hand.
âYouâre just now thinking that? I canât believe you wanted me to be your first.â He admitted. You stared at him before giggling. You both soon started laughing together.
You suddenly felt your eyes get droopy and yawned. Jay noticed and smiled, âYou can sleep.â
You pouted, âAre you leaving?â
He shook his head, âI can stay a while longer if you want me too.â You nodded and cuddled against his warm body. He held your waist, seeing your eyes finally closing and hearing soft snores leave your mouth.
He slowly leaned in, but stopped. He has to stick with the plan. He furrowed his eyebrows and slowly got off your bed, putting your blanket over your naked body. He got dressed and gave you one last look before softly shutting your door.
The next morning, you wake up with a start, realizing you're late for school. You quickly grab your phone and call Jay. His groggy voice answers, confirming he also overslept.
"Hey, you awake?" You ask, still feeling the remnants of sleep.
âYeah, just woke up," Jay replies, his voice thick with sleep. You giggled hearing his tired voice. You heard a slight hum from him.
âWeâre late Jay.â You said, not sure if he knows. It takes a few seconds before he finally understand and curses, saying heâll pick you up soon.
You quickly get dressed in your uniform, noticing a slight soreness from the previous day. You get a text from Jay and you rush outside to find Jay already waiting in his car. You hop in, and he gives you a sympathetic look.
"Rough morning, huh?" He says with a small smile.
"Yeah, you could say that," You reply, buckling your seatbelt.
The drive to school is quick, both of you silently cursing your luck for waking up late. Jay pulls into the school parking lot and parks the car, "I'll see you later," He says, giving you a reassuring nod as you head to your class.
You walk into your classroom, feeling the eyes of your classmates on you. Your teacher looks up from her desk and says, "You're late."
You feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you as you mumble an apology and quickly take your seat. You start to work, trying to focus on the lesson and ignore the feeling of everyone's eyes on you.
Class went by fast as you quickly pack your stuff and heading out the hallway only to bump into someone, âAgh! Sorry! I wasnât looking-â Your eyes widened seeing Heeseung.
He gave you a knowing grin, âSomeone looks like they didnât get good sleep last night.â
You blushed and shook your head, âI just stayed up late studying! T-Thatâs all!â You ranted. Heeseung chuckled and leaned near your space, feeling his hot breath on you.
âItâs okay to be honest. I know what you did.â He said before leaning back, walking past you. You stared into nowhere where he was just at, your eyes wide. Does he really know? Did Jay tell him?
As you looked around you finally caught a glimpse of Jay walking towards you, âHey, sorry for the wait. Jake was nagging-â
âDid you tell Heeseung what we did?â You ask, feeling nervous. Jay eyebrows furrowed.
âUh, no? Why?â He replied. You shook your head, ignoring his question. You say never mind as you both head to your next class. You were now hoping Heeseung was just joking.
Class went by smoothly with Jay by your side. Both of you partners for an upcoming project. When it's finally lunch, you meet Kazuha in the cafeteria. She takes one look at you and asks, "Are you okay? You look like you're constipated."
You glare at her, feeling a mix of irritation and embarrassment, âGee, thanks for the concern," You reply sarcastically. You then let out a sigh, âDonât freak out, but I had sex with Jay last night.â
Kazuha raises an eyebrow for a few seconds before yelling, âYou had sex with who?â She shouts.
It catches you completely off guard. You can't help but let out a yell, drawing the attention of nearby students hearing you guys yell, âShhh! Be quiet!" You hiss, trying to calm the situation.
"Why?" Kazuha asks, genuinely curious.
You lean in closer and whisper, "It's because of Heeseung."
Kazuha's eyes widen in surprise. "Wait, was it good?" She asks, a smirk forming on her lips.
You nod, a small smile playing on your face, âYeah, it was really good."
Kazuha chuckles, shaking her head. "As expected of Jay," She says, and you both burst into laughter.
As lunch comes to an end, Kazuha turns to you and asks, "Hey, do you want to hang out at my house after school?"
You smile and nod. "Yeah, that sounds great."
After school, you find Jay near the parking lot and tell him, "Hey, I'm gonna ride with Kazuha today."
Jay nods, looking relieved. "Good, I have basketball practice and didn't want you waiting around for me."
You smile and wave, "Bye, Jay. See you later!"
You head over to Kazuha, who is waiting by her car, "Ready to go?" She asks with a grin.
"Yeah, let's go," You reply, hopping into her car.
As you drive to Kazuha's house, she mentions, "There's gonna be a basketball game soon. Are you gonna go?"
You hesitate for a moment before saying, "Maybe." In truth, you know you're definitely going because Heeseung is playing. But as your mind wanders, you also think about Jay and quickly shake off the thought.
Once you arrive at Kazuha's house, you both decide to make cookies. The kitchen fills with the sweet aroma of baking as you mix ingredients and laugh about the day's events. After the cookies are in the oven, you settle down in the living room to watch some romance movies.
You both get completely absorbed in the films, crying at the sad parts and cheering at the happy endings. The evening flies by in a mix of emotions and laughter.
By the time the cookies are ready, you both enjoy the warm, gooey treats while discussing the characters and plot twists. It's a perfect way to unwind and forget about the day's drama, even if just for a little while.
As you and Kazuha were gossiping, Kazuha asks you a question that catches you off guard, âSo, you and Jay huh? You like him?â She asks. You stare at her confused.
âWhat are you talking about? I donât like him.â You say, although for some reason you felt your heart race. Kazuha grins and playfully pushes you.
âThen why out of all people would you want him to take your virginity?â She adds. You thought for a moment.
âBecause, I donât know. I just felt comfortable with him.â You admitted. Kazuha stares at you for a moment before nodding.
âYou like Heeseung, not Jay.â She said. And for some reason, that statement felt weird to you.
Before you could speak, you suddenly felt your phone vibrate and curiously looked at the caller ID. It was Jay. You answered while laughing at what Kazuha said about his photo you saved of him.
âHey, whatâs up?â You ask while taking a bite out of your cookie.
âI got done with practice. Was just wondering if you need a ride back home.â He admitted. You let out a hum and looked over at Kazuha before answering.
âYeah thatâs fine.â You beamed.
âAlright, send me the address and Iâll be on my way.â He spoke. You said okay and hung up.
Jay arrives at Kazuha's house and you give Kazuha a big hug and say, "Thanks for today, it was so much fun! See you later!"
"Anytime! Bye!" Kazuha waves as you head to Jay's car.
You slide into the passenger seat and start chatting about your day, "Kazuha and I made cookies and watched some romance movies. We cried so much at the endings!"
Jay listens attentively, a small smile playing on his lips. Suddenly, he reaches over and swipes something off your lips with his thumb, âYou had a bit of chocolate there," He says, licking his fingers, "Next time, make some for me too."
You blush, feeling your cheeks heat up, âOkay, I will," You mumble, a shy smile forming on your face.
The rest of the ride is filled with comfortable silence, and soon enough, you arrive at your house. You turn to Jay and say, "Thanks for the ride. See you tomorrow!"
âAnytime," Jay replies with a wink, "Goodnight."
You giggled and stepped out of the car, heading inside, your heart fluttering from the unexpected moment. You gripped your shirt. What is wrong with you?
Once you came inside, you decided to take a shower to relax. After finishing your shower, you wrap yourself in a cozy towel and head to your room. Just as you're about to get dressed, your phone rings. It's Jay calling. You quickly answer, "Hey, Jay. What's up?"
"Hey, are you going to the basketball game tomorrow?" He asks, sounding eager.
âYeah, I am," You reply, smiling to yourself.
"Great! Maybe we can hang out after?" He suggests. You giggle how happy he sounded.
"Sure, sounds fun," You say, feeling a flutter in your stomach at his idea. As the conversation continues, you both start chatting about random things, laughing as he talks about Jake and Sunghoon play fighting at practice.
Suddenly, a memory of what happened in your room with Jay flashes in your mind, and you can't help but blush. Your words start to stumble, and you stutter, "Um, uh, yeah... funny, um..."
Jay's tone shifts to concern, âHey, what's wrong?"
"N-nothing," You quickly reply, trying to shake off the embarrassment.
There's a brief silence on the other end before Jay says, "Is this about your bedroom?"
His words shock you, how the hell did he know? You then responded a little too fast, "No!"
Jay chuckles softly, "You sure? You sound pretty flustered."
You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, "I'm fine, really.â
Silence was left on the other side, you nervously gulped, âJay?â
No answer. You felt nervousness creep on you. Shit, what if he found it weird that you were thinking dirty? As you were about to say something, Jay cut you to it.
âDo you finger yourself?â He suddenly asked. You felt your breathing stop.
âW-What?â You ask. Jay let out a low breath. You could tell he was holding himself back. You werenât sure from what though.
âI said, do you finger yourself? When youâre alone at home.â He asks again, but adding on. You felt your cheeks heat up and twirled your hair nervously. You wouldnât say you do, but you thought of it more than once.
âN-Not really? I-I mean I think about it, but I donât do it.â You admit. You heard a chuckle in the other line.
âWhy not do it now that Iâm on call with you?â He suddenly said, you blinked. He wants you to finger yourself, while heâs on call with you?
âHow does that work?â You mumbled. Jay hummed and you heard rustling on the other line, as if he was getting comfy.
âSimple. You just finger yourself while Iâm on call with you. Either you just do it alone, or I can guide you through while saying stuff to you. I might jerk off though.â He states. You thought for a moment, how is that simple? Youâre gonna finger yourself on call with him? And heâs gonna jerk off? Itâs already hard enough to talk through calls.
Jay noticed your quietness, âYou donât have too. It was just something to occupy ourselves-â
âOkay. Iâll do it.â You shyly said. Jay made a noise, as if he was surprised you actually said okay before he chuckled.
Jay's voice comes through the phone, "Are you on your bed right now?"
You glance around and realize you're still standing by your dresser, âUh, no, not yet," You admit, feeling a bit flustered.
"Go to it," He instructs, his voice gentle but firm.
You walk over to your bed and sit down, the soft mattress sinking slightly under your weight, âOkay, I'm on my bed now."
"Good," Jay says, a hint of satisfaction in his tone, "Now, I want you to lie down and relax."
You feel a wave of nervousness wash over you but comply, lying down and staring at the ceiling, "Alright, I'm lying down."
"Perfect," He continues, âNow, I want you to close your eyes and just listen to my voice. Let me do all the talking, okay?"
You nod, even though he can't see you, "Okay," You say softly, feeling a mix of curiosity and anticipation.
âI want you to take deep breaths, remember how I felt against you that night.â He spoke softly. You let out a anxious sigh and remembered that night. How his tongue felt against you. His hands move so smoothly against your skin. His lips were plump and soft when he was kissing and sucking your neck.
Slowly, you lower your hand to your pussy and softly rub your bud. You let out a gasp and let out a quiet moan. You heard a sigh coming from Jay and heard ruffling against the line.
âW-What are you doing?â You breathed out, still rubbing your bud.
âMind if I jerk off?â He casually said. You bit your lip and nodded before you replied yes. You cursed at yourself for being distracted. You heard the pants of Jays unzip fast and heard a soft hiss.
âWhat do I do now?â You muttered.
âNow imagine me between your legs, use your fingers and rub your folds. Then add a finger in. You can do that, yeah?â He breathed out. You let out a high moan listening to what heâs saying.
You rubbed your folds at a natural pace, feeling your juices squelching. You're sure Jay can hear because you heard a low groan from him and hearing skin slapping of his balls and his hand.
You imagined him laying on his bed, one phone in his hand while the other is wrapped around his hard dick. His body starts to sweat as his breathing gets uneven.
You shoved a finger in your hole and arched your back, letting out a pained moan. You forgot how tight you were. You slowly relaxed your breathing, remembering Jayâs voice when he told you too. Soon you started feeling pleasure and started fingering faster.
You forgot Jay was on the other line until you heard him letting out moans himself and hearing squelchy noises. You bit your lip and panted feeling an orgasm coming.
âJ-Jay, want you in me.â You whispered. You added a second finger and cried out.
âF-Fuck! Yeah, want me in you? Want my dick to ruin your tight pussy?â He snapped. You nodded your head frantically even though he couldn't see you and came right on your fingers. You then heard Jay cursing one last time before hearing him breathe in and out unevenly.
After a few seconds you let out a giggle, "You were really good at this," you murmur, feeling a bit shy.
"Really? Itâs my first time having phone sex," Jay replies, his voice filled with warmth and lust. Your eyes widened a little. You were his first phone sex? You felt a bit of pride knowing you were his first before chuckling.
âFor some reason that makes me happy to hear.â You admit. You heard Jay chuckling and heard a yawn.
âIf youâre tired, go to sleep. Iâll see you tomorrow.â You mumbled. Jay hummed before saying bye and hanging up after you said bye. You laid in bed staring at the ceiling. You canât believe you had phone sex with him.
The next morning, you were already dressed for school. You twirled a little to make sure you look good. With a small smile, you grab your backpack and head out the door, making your way to Jay's car.
Jay is leaning against his car, waiting for you with a playful grin on his face, "Morning, sleepyhead. How'd you sleep after our little chat last night?" He teases.
You feel your cheeks heat up as you remember the night before, âShut up, Jay," You mutter, trying to hide your embarrassment.
He just laughs, clearly enjoying your reaction, "Come on, let's get to school."
The drive is filled with light banter, and soon enough, you pull into the school parking lot. As you step out of the car, you suddenly spot Heeseung standing near the entrance, looking around as if he's waiting for someone.
You exchange a confused glance with Jay, who just shrugs, "What's Heeseung doing here?" You wonder aloud.
Before Jay can respond, Heeseung spots you guys and walks over to you guys, "Hey, I just got here and thought I'd walk to first period with you," He says, looking directly at you.
You feel your heart skip a beat and your face flushes, "O-Okay," You stammer, before Jay has a chance to say anything.
Jay raises an eyebrow but doesn't comment, simply giving you a knowing look. The three of you start walking together, and you can't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness.
As you walk, you catch Jay's amused expression out of the corner of your eye, but he remains silent, letting you enjoy the moment with Heeseung. What you donât know though, is the swirling jealousy he feels too.
The school day flew by in a blur. Classes with Jay were the usual mix of teasing and casual conversation, nothing out of the ordinary. Lunchtime with Kazuha was also routine, filled with chatter about assignments and weekend plans. Before you knew it, the end of the school day approached, and you and Kazuha started getting ready for the basketball game.
As you enter the gym, the familiar sounds of sneakers squeaking on the floor and basketballs bouncing fill the air. You spot Jay practicing with his team, his focus intense. When he notices you, he breaks into a wide smile, and you can't help but smile back.
But then, out of the corner of your eye, you see Heeseung staring at you. His gaze is intense, almost as if he's trying to figure something out. The moment your eyes meet, he quickly looks away, leaving you feeling puzzled and a little flustered.
"Hey, the game's about to start," Kazuha's voice snaps you out of your thoughts. You turn to her, nodding as you push the confusing encounter with Heeseung to the back of your mind. Together, you find your seats and settle in, ready to cheer for the team.
The game was in full swing, and it was hard to tell which team would come out on top. You and Kazuha were on the edge of your seats, cheering enthusiastically along with the other spectators. Every basket, every pass, and every block were followed by shouts and applause from the crowd.
The score was tied, and the tension in the air was palpable. Jay was on the court, focused and determined. Every time he got the ball, the gym filled with excitement. The crowd roared, and you and Kazuha were no exception, shouting his name and clapping vigorously.
Finally, in the last few seconds of the game, Jay received the ball and, with an impressive maneuver, scored the final point. The sound of the whistle marked the end of the game, and the gym erupted in cheers. Your team had won.
You jumped out of your seat along with everyone else, clapping and shouting with joy. Jay, drenched in sweat but with a triumphant smile, looked over to where you were. He raised a finger, signaling number one, and you smiled back at him, feeling incredibly proud.
After the game, the gym began to empty out. Some people left, while others stayed behind to talk to the teammates. You noticed Jake and his girlfriend chatting near the bleachers. As you were watching them, someone suddenly jumped from behind you, making you jump in surprise. You thought it was Jay, but when you turned around, you saw it was Heeseung.
"How did I do?" Heeseung asked with a playful smile.
Out of kindness and sincerely, you responded, "You did amazing." Your heart leaped when he smiled at you, his eyes lighting up with genuine appreciation.
"Jay's in the locker room changing," Heeseung informed you.
âOkay," you replied, feeling a mix of emotions.
Heeseung seemed like he was about to ask you something, but before he could, Jay appeared, interrupting the moment.
âHey, ready to go?â He asked. Heeseung closed his mouth and offered a grin to Jay. You nodded your head, but also confused about what Heeseung was gonna say.
âWhat were you gonna say Heeseung?â You said. Heeseung stared at you but then shook his head.
âNothing. Have fun you two.â He teased before turning away and leaving to his other teammates.
You look over at Jay and shrugged. You both walked out while saying bye to the team. As you guys walked to his car, you couldnât help but feel happy that they won.
âYou guys did amazing! I mean especially with you! You did amazing out there Jay.â You smiled. Jay stared at you for a second before facing you. Your smile faltered a bit. Is he okay? You watched as he slowly started leaning in. You didnât know what to do, but slowly, you closed your eyes.
And yet, nothing came. You opened your eyes to see that Jay was backed up and just stared at the ground, âIâll drop you off home.â He spoke before going towards his car. You watched frozen. Were you actually gonna let him kiss you?
The car ride was filled with an awkward silence, both of you thinking about the incident where he almost kissed you. The tension was palpable, and neither of you knew how to break it.
When you finally reached your house, you turned to him and said, "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah," He replied, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
"Congrats on the win, one more time," You added before getting out of the car.
"Thanks," Jay said, giving you a small smile.
You shut the door behind you and let out a sigh you didnât know you were holding in. You made your way to your room, your mind racing. As you lay on your bed, you couldn't help but think about your feelings for Jay.
Maybe it was because you guys had spent so much time together recently, or maybe it was sex. Whatever it was, it had you feeling confused and unsure about what to do next. It didnât matter though. You liked Heeseung and only Heeseung. Jay is just there to help.
It was getting dark when you were woken up by the sound of your phone ringing. Groggily, you reached over and answered it.
"Hello?" You mumbled, still half-asleep.
"Hey, were you sleeping?" Jay's familiar voice came through the line.
"Yeah, I was," You replied, sitting up and rubbing your eyes.
"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go to a party tonight. Since we won and all," Jay said, sounding a bit excited. "This time, Heeseung is hosting it."
You thought about it for a moment, considering the invitation. The idea of seeing Heeseung again made your heart race a little, but you also felt a bit nervous about the whole thing. After a brief hesitation, you decided to go for it.
"Sure, why not," You said, trying to sound more awake and enthusiastic.
"Okay, I'll pick you up soon," Jay responded, and you could hear the smile in his voice.
You hung up the phone and quickly got out of bed, heading to your closet to find something to wear. As you got dressed, you couldn't help but think about your feelings with everything. Maybe the party wonât hurt.
As you finished getting dressed you got a text from Jay saying he was here. You grabbed your jacket and headed to his car. The drive was filled with chatting about random things.
Once you and Jay arrived at the party, the atmosphere was buzzing with energy. As you walked inside, you saw people dancing to the music. You turned to Jay and asked, "Do you want to dance for fun?"
"Sure," Jay replied with a smile.
Both of you joined the crowd and started moving to the beat of the music. You felt carefree and happy, enjoying the moment with Jay. Jay grabbed your waist and moved with you. You felt your heart beating faster and stared at him before smiling.
After a while, Jay leaned in and said, "I'm going to get some drinks. Do you want anything?"
"Okay, thanks," You responded, and Jay walked away toward the drinks table.
You continued dancing, letting the music take over. Suddenly, you felt someone behind you. Turning around, you saw Heeseung, which made you jump a little.
"You scared me!" You exclaimed, placing a hand on your chest.
"Sorry," Heeseung said with a grin, "Do you want to go somewhere so we can talk?"
You glanced around, looking for Jay, and told Heeseung, "I'm waiting for Jay."
"Oh, you're with Jay? I thought you guys broke up or something cause heâs with another girl," Heeseung said, pointing towards the drinks table.
Your eyebrows furrowed before you look over. There, Jay was standing with a cup in his hand, but another girl was talking to him. She laughed and touched up his arm and he let her. He seemed to be laughing too. For some reason, you felt a pang of hurt in your chest upon hearing that. Still, you nodded and said, "Okay, let's go."
Heeseung led you to a room upstairs. As you walked in, you looked around, examining the space. It was a cozy and well-decorated room.
"This is my room," Heeseung said, watching you, "I never let people in here. You're the first."
You felt surprised and a bit special hearing that, wondering what Heeseung wanted to tell you in private. So, you sat next to him.
You took a deep breath and turned to Heeseung, feeling a mix of curiosity and nervousness. "So, what did you want to talk about?" You asked, trying to keep your voice steady.
Heeseung looked at you intently, his expression serious, "I wanted to ask you something," He began, "Are you and Jay really dating? Because it looks real, but not real enough to me."
You felt your heart race at his question. You were at a loss for words, trying to find a way to cover up the fake dating situation, "Uh, yeah, we are," you stammered, but Heeseung's piercing gaze told you he wasn't convinced.
"I can tell it's fake," He said softly, stepping closer to you. You stare down. You then felt a hand come up to your cheek, "If your relationship is not real, is it okay if I do this?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Before you could respond, he leaned in and kissed you. You could taste the faint hint of alcohol on his lips, and your mind went blank, not knowing how to react.
Just then, the door swung open, and you saw Jay standing there, his eyes wide with surprise, "Jay, I can explain," You blurted out, panic rising in your chest.
Jay held up a hand, cutting you off, "It's fine," He said, a strange look in his eyes, "You finally got him." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving you and Heeseung alone.
Heeseung looked confused, trying to process what Jay meant. But you couldn't stay any longer. You had to go after Jay, "I need to go," you said to Heeseung, rushing out of the room to find Jay and explain everything.
You rushed out of the room, your heart pounding as you pushed past people at the party. The music and chatter seemed like a distant hum as you focused solely on finding Jay. You finally spotted him near the exit, and you quickened your pace, calling out his name, âJay, wait!"
He stopped and turned around, his expression unreadable. You caught up to him, breathless, "I didn't know what to do," You said, your voice trembling, âI didn't expect Heeseung to kiss me."
Jay looked at you, his eyes hardening, "Why are you so scared? Our relationship didn't mean anything," He said flatly.
His words stung, and you felt a pang of hurt. "Be honest with me, Jay," You demanded, your voice breaking, âDo you like me?"
There was a heavy silence as he looked at you, his face devoid of emotion. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke, "I never did."
You stood there, stunned, as he turned and walked towards his car. You watched him drive away, feeling a lump form in your throat. For some odd reason, you felt tears welling up in your eyes, and you stood there, heartbroken and alone.
You wiped your teary eyes, trying to compose yourself before heading back inside. The party was still in full swing, but everything felt different now. You spotted Heeseung across the room and made your way over to him, your heart heavy with mixed emotions.
Heeseung noticed you immediately, concern etched on his face, "Hey, are you okay?" he asked softly.
You ignored his question, your mind racing, "Heeseung, do you like me?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
Heeseung looked at you, his eyes sincere, "I do," He said, "I really like you. And I want to make it official, if that's okay with you."
A small smile tugged at your lips as you nodded, "Yes, Heeseung. I'd like that."
Heeseung's face lit up with relief and happiness. He pulled you into a warm hug, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours. But as he kissed you, something felt off. The kiss was gentle and sweet, but it didn't stir the emotions you expected. There was a hollowness, a sense that something was missing.
You pulled away slightly, looking into Heeseung's eyes. He smiled at you, completely unaware of the turmoil inside you. You forced a smile back, trying to push away the lingering doubts. For now, you were with Heeseung, and that was what mattered.
The next morning, you woke up to the sound of your phone ringing. Half asleep, you glanced at the screen and, for a moment, thought it was Jay. But when you saw Heeseung's name, you remembered giving him your number the night before.
"Hello," You answered, trying to sound awake.
"Good morning," Heeseung replied cheerfully, "Can I pick you up? I'd like to take you to school."
"Sure," You said, sending him your address. You got out of bed and started getting ready, but something didn't feel right.
As you brushed your hair and picked out your clothes, you couldn't stop thinking about how it would feel if it were Jay calling you. The idea of hearing his voice on the other line filled you with a mix of nostalgia and sadness.
Finally, you were ready and went downstairs to wait for Heeseung. As you waited, you couldn't help but feel that something was missing. The excitement and spark you felt with Jay weren't there. But you tried to push those thoughts aside and focus on the present.
When Heeseung arrived, he greeted you with a big smile and a warm hug. You got into his car, trying to leave your doubts behind and enjoy the moment. But deep down, you couldn't ignore the feeling that something just didn't quite fit.
Heeseung drove you to school, the morning sun casting a warm glow over the streets. As you pulled into the parking lot, you noticed students glancing your way. Whispers and curious looks followed you both as you walked through the halls. It seemed like everyone had heard about you and Jay, and now seeing you with Heeseung was stirring up even more gossip.
You tried to ignore the stares and focused on Heeseung, who was chatting with you about the upcoming day. His presence was comforting, but the curious eyes around you made it hard to relax. As you reached your classroom, Heeseung turned to you with a smile.
"I'll see you later," He said, giving you a quick wave before heading off to his own class.
"Bye," You replied, watching him go. You took a deep breath and stepped into the classroom, trying to shake off the feeling of being watched.
The morning passed by in a blur of classes and assignments. What surprised you is that you didnât see Jay in your second period. You just assumed he didnât wanna see you.
When lunchtime finally arrived, you were gathering your things when Heeseung appeared at your classroom door.
âHey, do you want to eat lunch with me, Jay, Jake, and Sunghoon?" He asked casually.
At the mention of Jay's name, you froze for a moment. Your mind raced, but you forced a smile and nodded, "Sure, that sounds great."
You shoot Kazuha a text before following Heeseung to the cafeteria, your heart pounding a little faster with each step. When you reached the table, you noticed Jay wasn't there. Jake and Sunghoon greeted you both with smiles, but you couldn't help but wonder where Jay was.
"Where's Jay?" Heeseung asked, looking around.
Sunghoon shrugged, "I called him, but he said he didn't want to come to school today."
Heeseung seemed to brush it off, but you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. As you sat down and joined the conversation, your thoughts kept drifting back to Jay. Why hadn't he come to school? The question lingered in your mind, even as you tried to focus on the friends around you.
After school, you approached Heeseung and told him you were going shopping with Kazuha and that she would give you a ride. Heeseung nodded and smiled at you.
"Okay, Iâll call you later," He said, waving goodbye.
You walked over to Kazuha, who was waiting for you in her car. Seeing you, she frowned with concern.
"Are you okay? You seem a bit down lately, even though you got Heeseung in the end," Kazuha commented as you got into the car.
"Yeah, I'm fine," You replied, trying to sound convincing.
The drive to the mall was quiet, with Kazuha chatting about the latest news while you nodded distractedly. When you arrived, Kazuha followed you as you walked towards a guitar shop.
"What are we doing here?" She asked, visibly confused.
Without responding, you headed straight to the guitar section and picked out an expensive guitar that you knew Jay had always wanted. Kazuha looked at you with wide eyes as you paid for it.
"Why did you buy that?" She asked, still in shock.
"I promised Jay I'd give him the guitar he always wanted," You explained, remembering the promise you had made.
Kazuha nodded slowly, recalling, "You're a good person," She said softly.
But inside, you couldn't help but feel differently. As you both left the store, you felt the guitar in your hands, and a weight in your heart.
For the past few days, you had been spending a lot of time with Heeseung. Everything seemed perfect, but you couldn't help but notice how distant Jay had become.
He barely acknowledged you in class, and it felt like he was avoiding both you and Heeseung. The once warm and friendly interactions had turned cold and distant, leaving you feeling uneasy.
One morning, as you finished your first period, Heeseung approached you with a smile, "Hey, did you know it's Jay's birthday today?" He asked casually.
You nodded, feeling a pang of sadness, "Yeah, I know," You replied.
"Well, he's having a small get-together after school, and he said you should come too," Heeseung continued, watching your reaction.
You were taken aback, "He said that?" You asked, surprised. Given how Jay had been ignoring you lately, you found it hard to believe he would want you at his birthday celebration.
"Yeah, he did. He said it's fine," Heeseung reassured you, sensing your hesitation.
You were still skeptical but decided to trust Heeseung, "Okay, I'll come," You agreed, hoping that maybe this could be a chance to mend things with Jay.
The school day passed slowly, with Jay continuing to ignore you in class. The tension was palpable, and you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. When the final bell rang, you met up with Heeseung, who seemed excited about the party.
As you and Heeseung drove to Jay's house together, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. There was a part of you that was nervous about seeing Jay, but another part that hoped this could be a turning point. When you arrived, you were greeted by a few of Jay's close friends, but Jay himself was nowhere to be seen.
Heeseung led you inside, and after a few minutes, Jay finally appeared. He looked surprised to see you but didn't say anything. Instead, he just gave you a small nod before turning his attention to Heeseung.
The party went on, but you couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place. Jay's distant behavior was confusing, and you wondered if coming here was a mistake.
However, as the night progressed, you noticed Jay stealing glances at you, almost as if he was trying to figure out what to say.
Finally, as the party was winding down, you decided it was time to give Jay his gift. Nervously, you approached him and handed him the case, "Happy birthday, Jay," You said softly.
Jay's eyes widened in surprise as he opened the case and saw the guitar, "You actually got this for me?" He asked, clearly stunned.
You nodded, "Yeah, I did. It's the least I could do after you helped me get Heeseung."
Jay looked at you, his expression softening, "I can't take this," He said, shaking his head.
"Please, take it. You deserve it," You insisted.
Jay finally accepted the guitar, his eyes filled with gratitude, "Thank you," He said sincerely.
You just smiled and went back to Heeseung, feeling a mix of emotions. Soon, the party ended, and as you and Heeseung were leaving, Jay called out, "Take care."
Heeseung gave Jay a hug, and Jay just gave you a smile. You smiled back, but deep down, you missed the warmth of the old Jay, the one who used to be close to you.
"Of course," You replied, trying to sound cheerful, "Happy birthday, Jay."
He gave you a small smile, and for a moment, it felt like things might be okay. But the distance between you was still there, and you couldn't help but think you had caused it in the first place.
The evening sky was painted with hues of orange and pink as Heeseung pulled up in front of your house. The car ride had been filled with comfortable silence, the kind that spoke volumes without needing words. As he turned off the engine, you hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Do you want to come inside for a bit?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
Heeseung looked at you, a small smile playing on his lips, âSure, why not?"
You both got out of the car and walked to the front door. Once inside, you offered him a drink, and he accepted. The two of you settled on the couch, drinks in hand, and started talking about everything and nothing. As the conversation flowed, you couldn't help but bring up the question that had been nagging at you for a while.
"Heeseung, can I ask you something?" You began, your eyes searching his.
"Of course," He replied, leaning in slightly, his expression attentive.
âWhy did it take you so long to talk to me?" You asked, your voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of sadness.
Heeseung looked taken aback for a moment, âWhat do you mean?"
"You know, before I started dating Jay," you clarified, âWhen we played spin the bottle.â
Heeseung shrugged bashfully, âTo be honest, Iâm not really sure. I was drunk and I was just saying whatever the hell. But I'm glad he didnât kiss you.â
You giggled until you thought of another one, âIt was cute though when you gave me that note."
Heeseung's face went from shy to confused, "What note?"
You got up and went to your room, returning with a small piece of paper, "This one," You said, handing it to him, "You gave it to me a few months ago."
Heeseung unfolded the note and read it, his brow furrowing, "I never gave this to you," He said, looking genuinely puzzled.
You frowned, "But a boy gave it to me and said it was from you."
Heeseung shook his head slowly, "I never wrote this."
A thought suddenly struck you, and you grabbed the note from Heeseung, examining it closely, "Wait a minute," You said, your eyes widening as realization dawned on you, "This looks like Jay's handwriting."
Heeseung's eyes widened in surprise, âJay? Are you serious?"
You remember how his handwriting was when you guys passed notes back and forth in class out of boredom. You just didnât look at the note for those past months. Everything suddenly clicked into place.
That boy that had given you the note, he was pointing at Jay, not Heeseung. Your heart raced as you pieced together the puzzle, feeling a mix of confusion and betrayal.
"It wasn't you," You whispered, more to yourself than to Heeseung, "It was Jay."
Heeseung reached out and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, "I'm sorry you had to go through that misunderstanding," He said softly, "But I'm here now."
You looked up at him, gratitude and warmth filling your chest. But at the same time, you couldnât stop thinking about Jay, âH-Heeseung thank you, but the only reason why I liked you, was because I thought you gave me this note, and you liked me that long too.â
Heeseung's smile faltered. It was silent for a few seconds before he let out a sigh, âYou like Jay, donât you? All those times spent together really helped you find your one.â
âI guess I didnât really know at all.â You muttered. Heeseung cupped your face, staring into your eyes. You could tell the sadness in his eyes.
âI donât blame you for liking Jay, I blame myself for loving you too late.â He sadly smiled. You hugged him tightly, he wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his head in your neck.
As you stood there, the warmth of Heeseung's embrace enveloping you, you felt a mix of emotions swirling inside. Heeseung gently pulled back, looking into your eyes with a serious expression.
"You need to tell Jay," He said softly.
You nodded, understanding the weight of his words. Heeseung gave you one last reassuring smile before turning and walking away. You watched him leave, feeling a sense of finality.
Taking a deep breath, you pulled out your phone and dialed Jay's number. He picked up after a few rings, his voice laced with confusion, "Hey, what's up? Why are you calling?"
"Can you come over?" You asked, your voice trembling slightly.
Jay hesitated, "I don't think I should... because of Heeseung."
"We broke up," You said, your voice steadying. There was a pause on the other end, and then Jay spoke again, his confusion evident, "Wait, what? You broke up?"
"Just come over, please," You urged. You hanged up not wanting to hear him talk.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on your door. You opened it to find Jay standing there, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. Before he could say anything, you closed the distance between you and kissed him. Jay was taken aback but quickly responded, his arms wrapping around you.
When you finally pulled away, you looked up at him and said, "You were the one who gave me the note."
Jay's eyes widened in surprise, "How did you know?"
You chuckled softly, "Because only you would do something cheesy like that."
Jay laughed, the sound warm and genuine. How you missed it. "Guilty as charged."
Before you could say anything else, Jay leaned in and kissed you again, this time with more confidence. The kiss deepened, and soon you found yourselves lost in each other, the world outside forgotten.
The kiss became hot feeling , feeling Jay's tongue hot inside your mouth. You let out tiny moans when he began pushing you on the couch nearby. You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to make the kiss deeper.
Jay broke the kiss and connected foreheads with you, both of you panting, âBeen wanting to do that since we started this deal.â He panted. You smiled and pecked his lips.
âSurprised you didnât wanna do it before that. But then again, you did hate me.â You teased. Jay scoffed and kissed your lips again.
âI didnât hate you. Just didnât wanna get rejected.â He admitted. You furrowed your eyebrows and rubbed his cheek with your hand.
âIâm sorry you felt that way. But you have me now, and Iâm all yours.â You whispered.
âAll mine.â He replied. He kissed along your jaw and sucked on it. You moaned softly and threw your head back.
He suddenly stopped leaving you confused before he flips you over in your stomach. He lifted your sweater up and off you. You arched your back, your ass hitting his groin. That earned a slap making you whimper. He then slowly slid your shorts off with your underwear.
You felt the cold air hitting your wet pussy and clenched. Jay fingers dipped easily inside you from behind causing you to arch your back while clenching a nearby pillow. His long thick fingers going in and out so smooth because of your dripping pussy.
You tried grinding down on them, but let out a sharp scream feeling your hair being pulled back, âYouâre gonna take what I fucking give you.â He rasped out. You tried nodding your head, but couldnât with the tightness of his grip on your hair.
He went a fast pace, however then went at a slow pace teasingly. You whined wanting him to go faster, âP-Please Jay!â You cried out. Jay didnât listen to you and took his fingers out. You panted hard wanting to cum and being upset with the loss of contact.
You heard rustling behind you and turned your head back and saw Jay taking off his clothes too. You bit your lip, drooling over his dick. He stroked it slow and steady, âReady?â He said. You nodded frantically and sticked your ass out more to him.
He gripped your waist and slowly, he entered. You both moaned in unison. He cursed feeling your hot walls engulf him tightly. You gasped for air feeling his dick fill you up.
He didnât waste anytime and started going at a fast pace. You let out a squeal feeling his balls slapping against your pussy, adding a big amount of pleasure.
âHah! Slow down J-Jay!â You wailed out. Jay chuckled and wrapped his hand around your neck, pushing your head down against the couch. You felt it hard to breathe, nonetheless it felt so good being manhandled.
âPussy feels so good. Such a good girl for me~â He breathed out.
âY-Yes! O-Only for you.â You moaned. Jay hummed, approving. And heâs never gonna let you go again.
You felt your orgasm coming, âG-Gonna cum! cumming, cumming!-â You felt your jaw go slack feeling your orgasm. Jay didnât stop. He continued fucking you through your orgasm leaving you shaking.
âYouâll be a good girl and wait? Gonna fucking breed this pussy till itâs full of my cum.â Jay groaned. You look behind you and gave Jay a seductive look.
âPlease cum inside me.â You pleaded. Thatâs all it took before you felt warm cum filling you. Your eyes rolled back before you came again. Jay cursed and took his dick out, surprised you came again.
You panted heavenly and felt Jay wrap his arms around you, âAre you okay?â He asked, kissing the nape of your neck.
You smiled and nodded, âJust fine.â You responded. He chuckled and placed his head on top of yours. You both didnât say anything else as sleep overtook both of you and soon you both fell asleep in each others warmth.
The next morning, you woke up on the couch, feeling a bit disoriented. As you rubbed your eyes, the memories of last night came flooding back, and a smile crept onto your face. You noticed you were clean and wearing fresh clothes, which made you wonder how that happened. Then, a delicious aroma wafted through the air, drawing you towards the kitchen.
You walked in to find Jay standing by the stove, cooking. He turned and saw you, a warm smile spreading across his face, "Hey, I hope you don't mind that I'm using your kitchen," He said.
"It's fine," You replied, feeling a surge of affection. You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind. Jay chuckled, clearly amused.
"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice light and teasing.
"You're warm," You said simply, resting your head against his back.
Jay laughed softly, "Well, breakfast is almost done."
You just smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. This was a moment you wanted to hold onto forever.
After finishing the delicious breakfast Jay had prepared, you both cleaned up the kitchen together, sharing light conversation and laughter. Once everything was tidied up, you suggested watching a movie, and Jay agreed with a smile. You both settled on the couch, picking a movie that you both liked.
After the movie, Jay turned to you with a mischievous smile, "I have a surprise for you," He said, his eyes twinkling with excitement.
You tilted your head, feeling a mix of curiosity and confusion, "A surprise? What is it?"
Jay chuckled softly, "You'll see. Just get ready. Wear something comfortable."
You nodded, the anticipation building as you went to your room to change. After a few minutes, you returned, dressed and ready. Jay took your hand and led you to his car. The drive was filled with light chatter and laughter, but Jay kept the destination a secret.
When you finally arrived, Jay parked the car and turned to you with a playful grin, "Okay, now for the fun part," He said, pulling out a blindfold.
You raised an eyebrow, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, "A blindfold? Really?"
Jay nodded, his grin widening, "Trust me, it'll be worth it."
You allowed him to tie the blindfold around your eyes, plunging you into darkness. Jay took your hand again, guiding you out of the car. As you walked, you felt the ground change beneath your feet, from pavement to something softer. Sand. You couldn't help but ask, "Where are we?"
Jay only chuckled, continuing to lead you forward. After a few more steps, he stopped, "Okay, you can take off the blindfold now."
You removed the blindfold and gasped. Before you was a beautiful picnic setup on the beach. The very same beach where you had once spilled your drink on Jay, a moment that had been both awkward and endearing. The sight was breathtakingâblankets, cushions, and a spread of delicious-looking food, all laid out under the soft glow of fairy lights.
Tears welled up in your eyes as you took it all in, "Jay, this is... this is beautiful," You said, your voice trembling with emotion.
Jay smiled, his eyes filled with tenderness, âJust like you," He replied softly.
You wiped away a tear, still in awe, "How did you do all this?"
Jay chuckled, looking a bit sheepish, âI had some help. Jake, Sunghoon, and Heeseung pitched in."
You couldn't help but smile, knowing that even Heeseung had helped out. You turned to Jay, feeling a surge of affection, "Thank you," You whispered, leaning in to kiss him.
The kiss was sweet and filled with gratitude. You both settled down on the blankets, enjoying the food and each other's company. The sound of the waves crashing gently against the shore added to the magic of the evening.
As you ate, you couldn't help but steal glances at Jay, feeling incredibly lucky to have him in your life. The surprise, the effort, and the thoughtfulness behind it all made you realize just how much he cared. And in that moment, surrounded by the beauty of the beach and the warmth of Jay's presence, you felt truly happy.
As you guys finished eating and now watching the ocean crashing together with a beautiful sound, you found yourself glancing at Jay more than the scenery. The warmth of his presence and the memory of last night filled your mind.
You couldn't ignore the growing urge to close the distance between you two. Taking a deep breath, you turned towards Jay, who noticed your gaze and looked at you with curiosity.
Without overthinking it, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. Jay's eyes widened in surprise for a moment, but then he responded, kissing you back gently. Encouraged by his response, you deepened the kiss, pouring all the emotions you had been feeling into it.
Jay's arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. The kiss grew more passionate, and you found yourself climbing onto his lap, straddling him. You continued kissing him, feeling the intensity of the moment building. Jay's hands roamed your back, holding you tightly as if he never wanted to let go.
You broke the kiss briefly to catch your breath, your foreheads resting against each other. Jay looked into your eyes, his expression a mix of happiness and something deeper. You smiled, and without a word, you leaned in to kiss him again. This time, the kiss was slower, more deliberate, as if you were both savoring every second.
The ocean and seagulls made noise in the background, but neither of you paid attention to it. All that mattered was the lust you felt in that moment, the unspoken feeling that Jay also feels. You continued kissing Jay, feeling a sense of rightness and contentment that you had never felt before.
You then broke the kiss again and suddenly went between his legs. Jay stares confused, but you just smiled innocently and stoked his cloth dick. He groaned and slowly threw his head back. You felt his dick becoming hard fast and played with the strap bands of his sweats.
You pulled them down softly with the help of him by lifting up his lower body. His dick slapped against his lower stomach. You drooled, staring at it and gently took it in your hands. He moaned and bit his lip. You gave it kitten licks before going to the tip, sucking it just a little, but giving it enough for Jay to want more.
You watched his expressions. His brows furrowed, his eyes hazed, hair still messy from last night, his mouth open and wanting to be kissed, his shirt sticking with sweat. You decided to stop the teasing and engulfed his dick fully. Jay let out a loud moan and held your head, trying to steady himself. You sucked it hard and slow making his head feel dizzy.
âAh- Fuck! Have you done this before?â Jay questioned. If you havenât, you're pretty good for a beginner. You looked up at him with those pretty eyes almost making him cum right then and there, but he held back. You tried shaking your head with his dick still in your mouth making him sigh feeling you bob against it.
You felt his balls tighten against your hands indicating he was gonna cum. Jay thrust up a few times making you gag before he finally came. Spurts of his cum going down your throat. He panted while still holding your head. You let go of his dick and wiped your mouth, âDid I do good?â
âYou did amazing.â He smiled. You giggled and stood up. You watched Jay pull his boxers and sweatpants back up before grabbing your wrist making you lay right on top of him.
The only sound heard was the water splashing and Jay's heartbeat. You closed your eyes hearing it. It sounded so loud, and yet so calm. You couldnât help but say those three words, âI love you.â
You felt Jay froze as he looked down at you. He then smiled and leaned to kiss you, âI love you too, pretty.â He said. You smiled back.
As you both continued watching the scenery, you felt a surge of happiness fill through your body. You loved Jay, since the moment he agreed to fake date you. You were glad that happened, unless none of this would have happened.
And as you looked at Jay once more, you knew he was the right man for you, and for the rest of your life.
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prince charming's mismatch
pairing: prince!heeseung x princess!reader
synopsis: you and prince heeseung have been rivals for as long as you can remember. what began as childhood clashes has grown into a deep-seated animosity over the years. but when your sister runs away on her wedding day, you're forced to take her place and marry heeseungâthe last person you ever wanted to call your husband.
now bound in an unwanted marriage, youâre faced with navigating the tension between your unresolved hatred and an unexpected attraction. as palace intrigue and looming threats surround you both, you must confront the truth of your feelings. will the bitterness between you tear you apart, or will it ignite something far more powerful?
genre: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, arranged marriage au
warnings: highly suggestive content!!! kissing, hee and reader are mean at first, insecurities, jealous!hee
note: i've been meaning to write this plot for an year now, im happy with how it turned out! e2l with hee is always soo fun to write. enjoyy
word count: 11.5k
royally yours masterlist | next: jay
if you liked it please reblog or comment to give me your feedback! <3
the first time you met prince heeseung, it was at a grand summer garden party hosted by your parents in the palaceâs sprawling grounds. you were barely six years old, and he wasnât much older, yet even then, the air between you crackled with something akin to competition. your governess had dressed you in your finest lace frock, with your hair tied in perfect ribbons, but none of that mattered. you were too busy building a grand sandcastle near the fountain, your little fingers carefully patting the turrets into shape.
that was when heeseung appeared, his shadow falling over your castle like a storm cloud. he crouched beside you without so much as a polite greeting, his royal title apparently excusing his lack of manners. his eyes, sharp for a child, surveyed your handiwork critically.
âthatâs not right,â he declared, reaching out to touch one of your towers. âthe walls need to be thicker, or itâll fall.â
you frowned, already bristling at the unsolicited advice. âitâs my castle. i know what iâm doing.â
he smirked, a small, superior thing that made your blood simmer even at that tender age. without asking, he began "fixing" it, his hands too rough as he demolished what you had so carefully crafted.
âstop!â you cried, shoving him back with all the strength your little body could muster. heeseung stumbled, landing awkwardly on the grass, but instead of being chastened, he merely laughed.
âsee?â he said, gesturing at the collapsed sandcastle. âi told you it would fall.â
tears of frustration welled in your eyes as you glared at him. âyou ruined it! i didnât ask for your help!â
heeseung stood, dusting off his fine clothes, a boyish smirk still plastered on his face. âyou should thank me. i was doing you a favour.â
from that day forward, any time your families met, it was as if an unspoken rule had been establishedâwhenever you were in the same room, you and heeseung would find something to argue about. it didnât matter if it was who deserved the biggest slice of cake or who could recite their latin conjugations faster; the two of you were constantly at odds.
as the years passed, your mutual disdain only deepened. by the time you were ten, heeseung had already earned a reputation as the golden boy of his kingdom, a future king who excelled in everything he touched. your own accomplishments were always impressiveâyour parents had ensured you were well-versed in languages, history, and the fine artsâbut whenever heeseung was around, it felt as though all your achievements paled in comparison.
âdid you hear?â one of your tutors asked one morning as you sat in the drawing room, diligently practising your embroidery. âprince heeseung has been awarded top marks in his studies again. heâs to receive a commendation from the royal academy.â
you didnât look up, but your needle paused for the briefest of moments. âhow wonderful for him,â you muttered, the words heavy with sarcasm.
that evening, at another royal banquet, you couldnât help but bring up your own accomplishments, eager for even a crumb of recognition.
âiâve been practising my archery,â you said proudly to the gathered guests, though your eyes couldnât help but flick toward heeseung, who lounged nearby, looking as regal and aloof as ever. âi managed to hit the bullseye several times this week.â
heeseung glanced up lazily, catching your eye with that familiar, insufferable smirk. âimpressive,â he said in a bored tone, âthough archery isnât quite the same as, say, fencing. that requires real skill.â
your fists clenched under the table, your pride wounded by his casual dismissal. but this was the way it always went. no matter what you did, heeseung always found a way to make it seem insignificant, as though he were the sun and you were merely a star dimmed by his brilliance.
by the time you were both teenagers, the animosity between you had grown more complicated, though no less intense. you found yourselves at the same royal gatherings, balls, and court functions, and each time, it was as if the entire room held its breath, waiting to see what you and heeseung would clash over next.
at one particularly grand ball, you had been feeling proud of your debut. you wore a gown of the finest silk, and youâd received more than a few admiring glances from the eligible noblemen in attendance. you were certain this was your night to shineâuntil heeseung approached.
âyou look well enough,â he said, his voice smooth but with an edge that set your teeth on edge. âthough i hope you donât trip during the quadrille like last time.â
your cheeks flushed, remembering all too well the minor misstep youâd taken at a previous ball. âi wonât,â you snapped, glaring at him. âand even if i did, itâs better than fencing yourself into a corner like you did at the tournament last month.â
his smile faltered for just a second, but that was enough to make you feel victorious.
yet, despite the constant barbs, there was something else simmering beneath the surface nowâa tension you refused to name. you hated the way your heart raced whenever heeseung was near, the way his presence seemed to fill every corner of a room. and, though youâd never admit it, you hated even more that part of you missed the old days when your squabbles were simple, childish things.
it all changed the day your sisterâs engagement to heeseung was announced. the prince who had been your lifelong nemesis was now to become your sisterâs husband, the future king of your kingdom. it was a match made for political alliance, but it felt like a betrayal. you had expected more from himâwell, not more kindness, but certainly more rebellion. yet, heeseung accepted the engagement with the same cool composure he did everything else.
for the first time in years, he stopped seeking you out, stopped picking those fights you had come to expect. he no longer bothered with sharp remarks or smug smiles. instead, he kept his distance, as though you were beneath his notice.
you told yourself it didnât matter. after all, what did you care if heeseung ignored you now? he was going to be your brother-in-law, and that was enough reason to keep things civil. and yet, a strange, hollow feeling settled in your chest whenever you saw him and your sister together. he was colder now, more mature, but somehow more distant than ever.
little did you know, your rivalry with prince heeseung was far from over. if anything, it was only just beginning.
the night your world fell apart, it started with a simple knock on your chamber door. the palace had been abuzz with preparationsâflorists arranging garlands, tailors hemming gowns, and courtiers whispering about the grand union that would strengthen two kingdoms. you had spent the evening rehearsing your duties as maid of honour, biting back any remnants of bitterness that still clung to your feelings about the match. it didnât matter that you had spent your entire life despising heeseung; your sister loved him, or at least, she was supposed to.
you were preparing to retire, brushing your hair by the dim glow of candlelight, when your sister slipped into the room, her face pale and eyes wide with fear. youâd never seen her look so frantic. your heart sank before she even said a word.
âiâm not going to marry him,â she whispered, wringing her hands in the folds of her silk nightgown. her voice trembled, but it was steady enough for you to know she wasnât joking.
your heart lurched. âwhat are you talking about? the wedding is tomorrow!â
her wide eyes darted to the door as if she feared someone might overhear. she leaned in closer, gripping your wrist with trembling fingers. âi canât marry heeseung,â she said urgently. âi donât love him. iâm leaving tonight.â
the words hit you like a physical blow. âyouâre what?â
âiâm eloping,â she said, her voice firmer now, as if saying it out loud gave her courage. âwith lucien.â
lucien. you barely knew the man, a minor noble from another court, but he had charmed your sister quickly. he was handsome and witty, but far beneath her station. you stared at her, disbelief mixing with fury.
âlucien? are you mad? you canât just abandon your duty forââ
âfor love?â she interrupted, her voice rising in defiance. âyes, i can. i wonât be trapped in a loveless marriage with a man who cares nothing for me.â
you swallowed hard, your mind racing. heeseung, distant and cold as he had been with you, had shown no signs of affection for your sister either, but this was bigger than personal feelings. the marriage was political, a union meant to secure alliances, peace, and power. your sister fleeing would bring nothing but chaos.
âyouâll ruin everything,â you whispered, your voice thick with the weight of the consequences. âour families, the kingdomsâthis is bigger than you.â
her eyes softened with a mix of guilt and determination. âi know. but i canât live my life for duty, not like this.â she stood, gathering a small satchel you hadnât noticed before, already packed and ready for her escape.
âyou wonât stop me, will you?â she asked, her gaze pleading.
you wanted to scream, to shake her out of this madness, but your throat tightened. she was your sister. you loved her. and you knew, deep down, that nothing you said would change her mind.
âi should,â you said, your voice quiet, brittle. âbut no. i wonât.â
your sister smiled, a fragile, relieved thing, before pulling you into a tight embrace. the hug felt final, like the end of something neither of you could come back from. when she finally let go, you stood frozen in the middle of her room as she slipped out the window and into the night, her footsteps fading into the shadows.
the palace remained blissfully unaware of the catastrophe until morning, when your motherâs scream shattered the early dawn peace.
the palace was in chaos the next morning. servants rushed through the halls, panic etched on their faces as whispers spread like wildfireâthe bride had run away. you stayed in your chambers as long as possible, trying to gather your thoughts, your emotions, trying to prepare for the inevitable fallout.
when the summons came from your father, it felt like a death knell. the walk to the throne room felt endless, each step heavier than the last. the moment you stepped through the grand doors, you saw heeseung standing beside your parents. his face was a mask of icy calm, but his eyesâŚhis eyes were darker than youâd ever seen them, cold and unforgiving.
he didnât even glance at you as your father spoke.
âyour sister has disgraced this family,â your fatherâs voice boomed, his tone laced with anger and disappointment. âbut the marriage cannot be abandoned. the alliance with heeseungâs kingdom is too important.â
you stood still, your stomach churning as you braced for what was coming.
âtherefore,â your father continued, his gaze hard as stone, âyou will take her place.â
for a moment, the words didnât register. you couldnât breathe, couldnât think. you? marry heeseung? no, it wasnât possible. you had spent your entire life in a silent war with him. the idea of marrying the man who had been your nemesis since childhood was unthinkable.
your motherâs voice, soft but firm, broke the silence. âthe arrangements have already been made. the wedding will proceed as planned. you will become heeseungâs bride.â
âno.â the word slipped from your lips before you could stop it, your heart racing. âi canât.â
your fatherâs eyes narrowed, and your motherâs expression hardened with disappointment. âyou will do your duty,â your father said coldly. âthis is not up for discussion.â
duty. it always came down to that. your entire life, you had been prepared for moments like this, but not this moment. not like this.
finally, you turned to heeseung, desperate for any sign of protest, for him to say somethingâanythingâthat would stop this madness. but he was silent. his face remained expressionless, as though none of this affected him. he looked at you as if you were just a piece of the puzzle, another part of the kingdomâs grand design.
âis that all i am to you?â you asked, your voice shaking. âjust a replacement? a stand-in for the bride who ran away?â
for the first time, heeseungâs gaze met yours, and for a brief moment, something flickered in his eyesâsomething unreadable, buried deep beneath the coldness. but his words cut through you like ice.
âyouâre a princess,â he said, his voice quiet but sharp. âyour role is to serve your kingdom. thatâs all that matters.â
a bitter laugh escaped your throat. âyouâve hated me for years, heeseung. and now you expect me to justâwhat? pretend none of that matters?â
his jaw tightened, but he didnât respond. instead, he turned away, his indifference stinging more than any of the insults you had traded over the years.
your father spoke again, his tone final. âthe marriage will happen. prepare yourself.â
the grand hall was suffused with the glow of flickering candles and soft sunlight filtering through stained glass windows. the scent of fresh rosesâyour sisterâs favourite, not yoursâhung heavily in the air, mocking the gravity of the moment. you stood at the entrance of the hall, your hands clenched so tightly around the bouquet that your knuckles were white. the murmurs of the courtiers echoed around you, a constant hum of speculation and judgement. no matter how well you carried yourself today, the whispers wouldnât stop.
the switch of the bride was the scandal of the century, and you were at the centre of it.
ahead of you, heeseung stood tall, his face as unreadable as stone. the same detachment was in his eyes, his expression cool and composed as if this marriage was merely another political manoeuvre for him, another step toward the throne. he didnât look at you with warmth, or even a hint of care. to him, you werenât his wifeâyou were the replacement for the woman who had run away.
you walked down the aisle, every step heavier than the last, the reality of your situation crushing you. heeseungâs gaze was steady as you approached, but it wasnât the gaze of a man looking at his bride. it was a look of cold calculation, a man who had resigned himself to duty.
when you finally reached him, your heart thudding loudly in your chest, you barely registered the priest's words. the vowsâsacred, bindingâfelt hollow, like a cruel twist of fate. how could you stand here, repeating the words meant for your sister? they weren't meant for you. you were never supposed to be the bride.
heeseung took your hand, and the warmth of his skin was a sharp contrast to the chill that ran down your spine. his grip was firm, not gentle, but not cruel eitherâjust dutiful. he spoke his vows with a steady voice, each word sounding rehearsed, as though they meant nothing to him beyond their formality.
and then it was your turn. you hesitated, the weight of the kingdom on your shoulders, your pulse quickening. your voice trembled slightly as you repeated the vows, feeling the eyes of everyone in the hall on youâexpecting you to fulfil your role, to be the perfect princess. you could barely choke out the words, but somehow, you managed. and with every word, you felt the invisible chains of your new life tightening around you.
when the priest finally pronounced you husband and wife, heeseungâs lips brushed yours in the briefest of kissesâso cold and devoid of feeling that it felt more like a business transaction than the union of two people. the cheers of the court erupted around you, but in that moment, the applause sounded like the closing of a cage. you were trapped, bound to him, to this life.
as you turned to leave the altar, heeseung offered his arm, the tension between you palpable. his eyes flickered to yours for a brief moment, but there was no warmth there. just that cold, resigned look you had grown accustomed to. you were both playing your roles, just as you had been trained to do your whole lives.
but this wasnât a game. this was your future, and it felt like a noose tightening around your neck.
the wedding feast had been a blurâa cacophony of forced smiles, hollow congratulations, and polite toasts that masked the underlying tension. you had barely spoken a word to heeseung throughout the entire affair. he hadnât made any attempt to speak to you either, remaining as distant and composed as ever.
now, as you stood alone in the chambers that were to be yours and heeseungâs, the reality of your new life settled heavily on your chest. the palace chambers were far too quiet, the air thick with the tension that had been building between you and heeseung for years. as you stood in the centre of the room, staring at the enormous bed draped in rich fabrics, it felt like the walls were closing in. the room was elegantly decoratedâornate tapestries hung on the walls, and the grand four-poster bed was fit for a queen. but none of it mattered. the splendour felt like a mockery of the situation you found yourself in. tonight, this room was not a sanctuary but a gilded cage.
your breath caught in your throat as the door creaked open. heeseung entered, his presence commanding even in the subdued candlelight. the tension between you was palpable, stretching like a thin, fragile thread that could snap at any moment. his gaze flicked toward you briefly, but he didnât speak, and the silence that followed was suffocating.
heeseung moved with practised grace, his movements calm and deliberate. he began undoing the buttons on his ceremonial jacket, the fine fabric sliding off his shoulders and landing in a careless heap on the chair by the vanity. you stood frozen, unsure of what to say, what to do. this wasnât how you had imagined a wedding night would feelâthough you had never dreamed this night would be with heeseung, of all people.
his back was to you now, his broad shoulders tense, though he did nothing to betray any emotion. you could feel the distance between you both, even though he was just across the room. heeseung had always been composed, guarded, but tonight, his coldness cut even deeper than usual.
he finally broke the silence, his voice low but steady. âitâs late. you should rest.â there was no affection in his tone, just the same sense of duty that had hung over the entire day. you werenât his bride by choice, and he wasnât your husband by desire.
you bit back a bitter laugh. rest? as if you could simply close your eyes and pretend this was normal. pretend that this marriage was something other than a trap. âis that it, then?â you asked, your voice sharper than intended. âwe go to bed and pretend everything is fine?â
heeseung turned to face you, his expression as unreadable as ever. he didnât answer right away, as if weighing his response carefully. âwhat do you want me to say?â his tone was measured, but there was an edge to it, a hint of frustration that matched your own.
âi donât know,â you admitted, your voice trembling with the weight of your emotions. âthis wasnât supposed to happen. i wasnât supposed to marry you.â
something flickered in heeseungâs eyes, though it disappeared as quickly as it came. he regarded you for a moment, his gaze unreadable, before he spoke again. âdo you think i wanted this?â his words were quiet but laced with a bitterness that surprised you. âi didnât ask for this any more than you did.â
you swallowed, feeling a lump rise in your throat. you hadnât expected this admission from him, hadnât expected him to show any vulnerability. âthen what are we supposed to do?â your voice was softer now, the anger ebbing away, replaced by uncertainty. âhow are we supposed to live like this?â
heeseung sighed, running a hand through his hair, a rare moment of frustration breaking through his calm facade. âwe do whatâs expected of us,â he said, though there was a heaviness to his words, as if he was trying to convince himself as much as you. âwe fulfill our duties. thatâs all we can do.â
âduties.â the word tasted bitter on your tongue. it had always come down to that, hadnât it? duty to the crown, to the kingdom, to your family. and now, duty to heeseung.
the silence stretched on, thick and uncomfortable. heeseung turned away, moving toward the window where the heavy drapes framed the view of the darkened palace gardens. his silhouette was stark against the faint glow of moonlight, his posture stiff, almost defensive.
after a long moment, he spoke again, his voice softer this time. âiâll sleep over there.â he gestured to the chaise near the window, a fine piece of furniture that now seemed woefully out of place in this awkward, tension-filled room. âyou can have the bed.â
you blinked, surprised by his offer. it was the last thing you expected from him, but it was a relief nonetheless. âyou donât have toââ
âiâm not doing this for you,â he interrupted, his voice firm, but not unkind. âi just donât want to make this any more difficult than it already is.â
with that, he moved toward the chaise, gathering a pillow and blanket from the wardrobe. his actions were efficient, almost mechanical, as if he had already resigned himself to this fate. he didnât look at you as he arranged the blanket over the chaise.
you stood there, feeling a strange mix of emotionsârelief, awkwardness, and something else, something heavier that you couldnât quite place. this was your wedding night, but it was nothing like you had ever imagined. there was no closeness, no warmthâjust two people bound together by obligation and circumstance.
finally, you moved toward the bed, the thick carpets muffling your steps. the soft fabric of your gown felt heavy as you climbed beneath the covers, though they provided no comfort. you lay there, staring up at the intricate canopy above, your mind racing. this bed, this roomânone of it felt like yours.
heeseung settled on the chaise, his back to you, the distance between you both feeling vast despite the small room. the silence was oppressive, each second dragging on longer than the last. you wondered if he was as uneasy as you were, or if he had already steeled himself to this new reality.
for a long while, neither of you spoke, the only sound in the room the faint rustling of fabric as you shifted beneath the covers. the weight of the day, of the vows, of your new title, pressed down on you, making it hard to breathe.
finally, you couldnât stand the silence any longer. âheeseung,â you whispered, unsure if you even wanted him to respond.
he didnât turn, but his voice was low and steady when he answered. âwhat?â
you hesitated, searching for the right words. âdo you think... do you think this will ever get easier?â
there was a long pause before he responded, his voice quiet, almost resigned. âi donât know.â
and with that, the conversation ended. heeseung remained silent, his back still turned to you, and you knew there was nothing more to say. you turned onto your side, pulling the blankets tighter around you, though they offered little warmth. the room felt too big, too empty, despite his presence.
eventually, exhaustion crept in, dulling the sharp edges of your thoughts. but even as sleep began to claim you, a cold, sinking feeling settled in your chest. this was your life nowâbound to a man you barely knew, a man who had been your enemy for years, and yet, somehow, your husband.
and as you drifted off into uneasy sleep, the last thought that crossed your mind was how strange it felt to be lying just feet away from heeseung, yet feeling as though he was a world away.
the morning after the wedding dawned cold and gray, mirroring the lingering tension between you and heeseung. you woke up in the large, empty bed, the space next to you untouched, a stark reminder of the distance that had been established on your wedding night. the air in the room felt thick, suffocating, as if the very walls were pressing in on you, reminding you of your new reality.
as you sat up, the unfamiliarity of your surroundings only worsened the tightness in your chest. this was your new life. not just this bed, but this room, this palaceâheeseungâs palaceâand you would share it with a man who barely spoke to you, who looked at you with that same cold distance he had always shown.
you dressed quickly, your movements mechanical, trying not to think too much. the maids moved around you silently, well-trained and efficient, but you could feel their eyes on you. it was impossible to escape the fact that everyone knew. the entire kingdom knew the storyâthe princess who had run away, and her sister forced to take her place. the whispers would never stop.
when you finally made your way downstairs to the grand dining room, heeseung was already seated at the long table, a plate of food in front of him. he didnât look up when you entered, simply continued cutting into his meal with precise, practised movements. you hesitated for a moment, then took your seat across from him.
the silence was unbearable.
you picked at your food, barely tasting it, glancing at heeseung from time to time. his expression was as unreadable as ever, his attention focused on the papers beside his plateâlikely matters of the kingdom that required his attention. he was already immersed in his duties, the weight of his impending kingship pressing down on him just as heavily as your new role as his wife weighed on you.
finally, you couldnât stand it any longer. âdo you plan to ignore me for the rest of our lives?â you asked, your voice sharper than you intended.
heeseung didnât look up immediately, taking his time to finish his bite and set down his utensils with deliberate care. when he finally met your gaze, his expression was cool, detached. âiâm not ignoring you.â
you scoffed, unable to hide your frustration. âyouâve barely spoken to me since the wedding.â
he raised an eyebrow, his tone as calm as ever. âwhat would you like me to say?â
the question took you off guard. you hadnât expected him to be so blunt. you opened your mouth, then closed it again, unsure of how to respond. what did you want him to say? that he regretted everything as much as you did? that he hated this arrangement, too? or perhaps you wanted him to acknowledge the years of bitterness between you, to admit that this marriage was a farce.
instead, you said, âweâre married now, heeseung. we have to live together. we canât keep pretending the other doesnât exist.â
his jaw tightened ever so slightly, but his voice remained calm. âiâm aware of that.â
you waited for him to say more, but he didnât. the silence stretched on once again, thicker than before, suffocating in its awkwardness. you pushed your plate away, no longer interested in eating. âfine,â you muttered under your breath, standing abruptly. âi suppose iâll just get used to it, then.â
you turned to leave, but his voice stopped you. âyou donât have to like this any more than i do, but we have responsibilities now.â
you paused, your back to him, your hands clenched at your sides. âresponsibilities,â you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper. it seemed like that was all your life had ever been reduced toâduty, obligation, and responsibilities.
without another word, you left the dining room, the heavy doors closing behind you with a soft thud. you could feel the weight of the situation bearing down on you even more as you walked through the halls of the palace, each step echoing in the vast emptiness. you werenât just trapped in this marriageâyou were trapped in this life.
days passed, and though you and heeseung were forced to share the same space, your interactions remained minimal, stilted. in the mornings, you would find him already at the breakfast table, poring over documents and barely acknowledging your presence. he would spend his days attending council meetings and handling matters of state, leaving you to navigate the palace on your own, feeling more like a guest in your own home than its mistress.
at night, he would retire to the chambers late, often when you were already lying in bed, pretending to sleep. he would quietly take his place on the chaise near the window, far enough away to avoid any awkwardness, but close enough that his presence was a constant reminder of the divide between you.
it was during these nights that the loneliness settled in most heavily. the silence of the room, broken only by the occasional rustling of fabric or the soft crackle of the fireplace, was suffocating. you had grown accustomed to sleeping alone, but now, knowing heeseung was just a few feet away, the distance between you felt almost unbearable. there was an unspoken understanding that neither of you wanted to bridge the gap.
one evening, after yet another day of awkward meals and tense silences, you found yourself in the library, one of the few places in the palace where you felt at peace. the vast room was filled with shelves upon shelves of books, their spines worn and familiar. you had always loved to read, finding solace in the stories and histories of others when your own life felt too overwhelming.
you were seated by the window, the late afternoon sun casting a soft glow over the pages of your book, when the door creaked open. you looked up, surprised to see heeseung standing in the doorway. he paused for a moment, as if uncertain whether to enter or leave, his eyes scanning the room before they settled on you.
âmay i join you?â he asked, his voice unusually soft.
you blinked, caught off guard by his request. this was the first time he had sought you out since the wedding, and the suddenness of it left you momentarily speechless. you nodded, unsure of what else to do. âof course.â
heeseung crossed the room, moving with his usual grace, and took a seat in the armchair opposite you. for a moment, neither of you spoke, the quiet of the library enveloping you both. he seemed content to sit in silence, his gaze wandering to the bookshelves that lined the walls.
finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke. âthis is... one of the quieter rooms.â
you raised an eyebrow, a small, incredulous smile tugging at the corner of your lips. âitâs a library, heeseung. of course itâs quiet.â
to your surprise, he chuckled softly, though it was a dry, humourless sound. âfair enough.â
silence fell again, but this time it wasnât as suffocating. there was something almost... peaceful about it, the weight of your shared presence not as unbearable as it had been before. you watched him out of the corner of your eye, noticing how tired he looked. the weight of his responsibilities was evident in the slight furrow of his brow, the way his shoulders sagged ever so slightly.
after a while, you set your book down on your lap, deciding to break the silence. âit must be difficult,â you said quietly. âtaking on so much.â
heeseung didnât answer right away, his gaze still focused on the shelves, but eventually, he nodded. âit is.â
you hesitated for a moment, then spoke again, softer this time. âyou donât have to carry it all alone, you know.â
he turned to look at you then, his expression unreadable, but there was something in his eyesâsomething softer than the cold indifference you had grown accustomed to.
âand what would you suggest?â he asked, his voice quiet but not unkind.
âi donât know,â you admitted. âbut weâre in this together, whether we like it or not.â
heeseungâs gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, and then he nodded, a small, almost imperceptible movement. it wasnât much, but it was the first stepâhowever smallâtoward something more than just forced cohabitation.
the shift in your relationship came faster than you expected. it started with a challengeâa reckless, unspoken dare that neither of you could resist.
it had been a clear, crisp day, the first after several weeks of rain. you were restless, tired of the palace walls and the constant burden of your new role. you had gone to the stables, hoping to take one of the horses out for a ride, needing to feel the wind in your hair and the ground beneath you. but when you arrived, heeseung was already there, adjusting the reins of his own horse.
you paused in the doorway, surprised to see him. âyou ride?â
he glanced up, one eyebrow raised. âyou sound surprised.â
âi am,â you admitted. âiâve never seen you ride before.â
he chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with amusement. âthereâs a lot you donât know about me.â
the challenge in his voice was unmistakable, and you couldnât resist rising to it. âcare to prove it?â you asked, moving toward your own horse.
heeseungâs smirk widened. âwhat do you have in mind?â
you mounted your horse swiftly, the thrill of the challenge already coursing through your veins. âa race.â
heeseung raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. âyou think you can beat me?â
âi know i can,â you shot back, turning your horse toward the open field beyond the stables.
without another word, you spurred your horse into motion, not waiting for his response. behind you, you heard heeseungâs laughter, low and rich, before the sound of hooves thundering against the ground told you he had accepted the challenge.
you raced through the fields, the wind whipping through your hair, the thrill of the chase making your heart race. heeseung was right behind you, and you could feel the tension building, the competitive edge between you sparking like fire. it was like being children again, challenging each other at every turn, pushing each other to the limit.
but this time, it was different. the stakes were higher, the tension thicker, and the way heeseung looked at you when he finally caught up to you sent a shiver down your spine.
when he finally pulled his horse beside yours, you were both breathless, your faces flushed with adrenaline. you glanced over at him, and the look in his eyesâintense, dark, heatedâmade your pulse quicken.
ânot bad,â he said, his voice low, rough around the edges.
you smirked, trying to ignore the way your heart was pounding. âyou almost kept up.â
heeseung leaned in just slightly, his gaze locking with yours. âalmost?â he murmured, his voice sending a jolt through you.
you swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. the space between you was too close, the air charged with something you werenât quite ready to name. his eyes lingered on your lips for just a moment too long, and you could feel the heat of his presence, the tension that had always existed between you now manifesting in a way that was far more dangerous.
before either of you could say anything, heeseung pulled back, his smirk returning as if nothing had happened. âweâll call it a draw,â he said, though there was a teasing edge to his voice.
you let out a breath you hadnât realised you were holding, shaking your head with a laugh. âyou wish.â
but as you rode back to the palace, the tension between you remained, simmering beneath the surface. it was no longer the resentment of old enemies, but something far more complex, far more dangerous. and for the first time, you found yourself wondering what would happen if that tension ever boiled over.
later that night, the air was thick with the remnants of the dayâs energy. you couldnât sleep, your mind still racing from the ride and the way heeseung had looked at youâhow close he had come, how your heart had nearly betrayed you in that moment of suspended anticipation.
you wandered the halls of the palace aimlessly, your footsteps soft against the marble floors. the palace at night was a different place, quiet and still, the shadows long and heavy. it felt like a place where secrets lingered in every corner, where the walls whispered of things that could never be said aloud.
as you passed by the study, you noticed the faint glow of light beneath the door. curiosity piqued, you pushed the door open just enough to peek inside. heeseung was there, seated at the desk, bathed in the warm glow of candlelight. he was reading, his brow furrowed in concentration, his lips slightly parted as he focused on the page in front of him.
you hesitated, but before you could turn away, he looked up, catching sight of you. for a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence between you heavy with unspoken words. then, without breaking eye contact, heeseung set the book aside.
âcouldnât sleep?â he asked, his voice low, intimate in the quiet of the room.
you shook your head, stepping into the room. âno. you?â
heeseungâs gaze flicked over you, his eyes lingering on you in a way that made your skin heat under his scrutiny. âiâve been thinking,â he said, his tone soft but laced with that same dangerous tension that had been building all day.
âabout what?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you moved closer, drawn to him in a way you couldnât quite explain.
heeseungâs eyes met yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. âabout you,â he said quietly. âabout us.â
the weight of his words settled in the space between you, thick and intoxicating. about you. about us. it echoed in your mind, stirring something deep within you that you had tried to ignore for far too long. you werenât sure if it was the late hour, the dim candlelight, or the fact that you had been dancing around each other for weeks now, but something inside you snapped.
your breath hitched as you looked at him, his eyes dark and full of something you couldnât quite name. but it was thereâundeniable, pulsing in the space between you. and now that it had been spoken into existence, you couldnât unsee it.
âwhat about us?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. it wasnât just curiosity anymore. it was a challenge.
heeseungâs gaze flicked to your lips, and the tension in the room intensified, coiling tighter and tighter until it felt like the air itself might shatter from the pressure. he stood slowly, his movements deliberate, and took a step toward you, closing the already-small distance between you.
âthereâs always been something between us,â he said, his voice low, rough. his eyes never left yours, burning with intensity. âeven when we hated each other.â
your heart was pounding now, so loud you were sure he could hear it. you wanted to deny it, to tell him that he was wrong, that it had always been pure hatred. but that wouldâve been a lie. you knew it as well as he didâwhatever had always been there between you, it had never been simple.
âand what is it now?â you asked, forcing yourself to meet his gaze even though every instinct told you to look away. to run.
heeseung took another step closer, his hand reaching up slowly, as though giving you the chance to pull away. but you didnât. you couldnât. his fingers brushed against your cheek, the touch so light it sent a shiver down your spine. his hand lingered there, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw.
âmaybe weâve been fighting the wrong battle,â he murmured, his voice softer now, almost tender. the warmth of his breath ghosted over your skin, and you felt your pulse quicken.
your throat tightened. every word he said felt like a dangerous line, one that you were teetering on the edge of crossing. the tension between you had always been a fireâburning too hot, too fast. and now, it felt like it was about to consume you both.
heeseungâs thumb brushed over your bottom lip, and your breath caught in your throat. his touch was tentative, as though he wasnât quite sure if this was real or if you would pull away at any moment.
but you didnât.
instead, you took a step closer, closing the gap completely. the air between you was charged, thick with unspoken desire and the weight of all the years you had spent fighting against each other. your body was betraying you, leaning into him, drawn by a force you had denied for too long.
heeseungâs eyes darkened as he leaned in, his lips barely an inch from yours, the heat between you almost unbearable now. you could feel the tension in every muscle, the way his hand trembled slightly as it cupped your cheek, the way your own body was responding without your permission.
then, in a breathless moment that felt like it stretched on forever, he closed the distance.
his lips pressed against yoursâsoft at first, testing, as though he wasnât sure you would let him. but the moment your lips met his, something ignited between you. the kiss deepened, filled with all the pent-up frustration and longing that had been building for so long. it was a clash of emotionsâanger, desire, needâall colliding in that single moment.
you responded instantly, your hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more. the kiss was rough, almost desperate, as though you were both trying to make up for years of missed chances in that single moment.
his hands slid down to your waist, pulling you flush against him, and you gasped against his lips at the feeling of his body pressed so close to yours. the intensity of it was overwhelming, but you didnât want it to stop. you didnât want to think. you just wanted to feel.
but then, as quickly as it started, heeseung pulled back, his breathing ragged, his forehead resting against yours. his hands still gripped your waist, holding you in place as though he couldnât quite let go yet.
âthis isnât... what i expected,â he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. his breath was warm against your skin, and his eyes searched yours, as though he was looking for an answer in your gaze.
you swallowed hard, trying to steady your breathing, trying to make sense of what had just happened. âwhat did you expect?â you asked softly, your fingers still tangled in his hair.
heeseungâs grip on your waist tightened for a moment, his eyes darkening once again. âi didnât expect you to feel this way.â his voice was low, almost a growl, filled with the same intensity that had been building between you all night.
you opened your mouth to respond, but the words wouldnât come. you had no idea what to say, no idea how to explain the maelstrom of emotions swirling inside you. all you knew was that everything had changed in that kiss.
âi donât know what i feel,â you admitted quietly, your voice barely audible in the heavy silence of the room.
heeseungâs lips twitched into a small, almost sad smile. âneither do i.â he stepped back, finally breaking the physical contact between you, and you immediately missed the warmth of his body against yours.
âbut whatever this is... itâs dangerous,â he continued, his eyes locked on yours, as though warning you. âweâve always been enemies. we donât know how to be anything else.â
you felt a lump form in your throat at his words, because deep down, you knew he was right. but that didnât stop the ache in your chest, the desire for something moreâfor the possibility of what could be.
âi donât want to be your enemy anymore,â you said softly, the confession surprising even you.
heeseungâs eyes widened slightly at your words, his expression unreadable. for a moment, you thought he might say somethingâmight admit that he didnât want to be your enemy either. but then, he shook his head, the walls between you coming back up, brick by brick.
âthis doesnât change anything,â he said quietly, but the look in his eyes said otherwise.
and with that, he turned and left the room, leaving you standing there in the soft glow of candlelight, your heart pounding and your mind reeling from the kiss that had shifted the entire balance between you.
as the door closed softly behind him, you exhaled a shaky breath, your fingers brushing your lips where his had been moments before.
everything had changed.
the royal court was buzzing with tension, and for once, the tension wasnât between you and heeseung. the kingdom was on edge, not from war or rebellion, but from something far more insidiousâpolitical manoeuvring. rival noble houses were plotting against heeseungâs rule, questioning his right to ascend to the throne, especially after the sudden marriage to you. the whispers had grown louder over the past few weeks, the courtiersâ gazes sharper, waiting for the first misstep.
you had known court life would be full of power plays and alliances, but this was different. it was personal. every snide comment, every hushed conversation behind closed doors, felt like an attack on your marriage, on your familyâs legacy. and worst of all, it felt like an attack on you.
one afternoon, as you made your way through the palace corridors, you overheard a group of noblesâclose to your familyâvoicing their displeasure over your sudden marriage to heeseung. it was the same old songâhow your sister should have been the bride, how you were never meant for this role, how heeseung marrying you was a strategic disaster.
you felt your blood run cold, but you kept walking, your head held high. you had grown used to these remarks, but today, they stung deeper. not because they questioned your worth, but because they reflected the deep-seated insecurity you had always carried.
that night, you found yourself alone in the study, staring out the window at the darkening sky. the weight of the courtâs judgement, the impossible standards, the constant comparisons to your sisterâthey were suffocating. and then there was heeseung, whose coldness had thawed just enough to show you glimpses of something deeper, something real. but he was still heeseungâyour husband, your childhood rival, and now the man who held your future in his hands.
the door creaked open behind you, and you didnât need to turn to know it was him. you had grown attuned to his presence, the way the air shifted whenever he entered a room.
âwhatâs wrong?â his voice was quieter than usual, but still carrying that edge of command. he always knew when something was off, as if he could sense the turmoil swirling inside you.
you didnât answer immediately, your gaze fixed on the stars outside. âtheyâre saying weâre not suited for each other,â you murmured, finally turning to face him. âthat iâm not fit to be queen. that you made a mistake.â
heeseungâs jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek. he stepped closer, his eyes narrowing in that familiar way, but this time, it wasnât directed at you.
âlet them talk,â he said flatly. âtheyâre just waiting for us to fail.â
âand what if theyâre right?â the words slipped out before you could stop them, the fear and doubt bubbling to the surface. âi was never meant to marry you. this isnât the life i was prepared for.â
heeseung stared at you for a moment, his expression unreadable. then, to your surprise, he closed the distance between you, his hands gripping your shoulders firmly, forcing you to meet his gaze.
âi didnât choose you because you were an easy choice,â he said, his voice low but intense. âi chose you because youâre stronger than you realise.â
you blinked, taken aback by the conviction in his words. heeseung wasnât one to offer praise lightly, and hearing it now, in this moment, felt more intimate than anything he had ever said to you before.
âthere are plenty of people who want to see us fail,â he continued, his grip tightening slightly. âbut they donât matter. what matters is that we donât give them the satisfaction. we fight together.â
the intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine, and for the first time, you saw beyond the cold exterior he had always shown you. there was something deeper there, something raw and unspoken. a partnership.
but the closeness also brought something elseâa heat that had always been there between you, simmering beneath the surface. his hands lingered on your shoulders, his thumbs brushing the bare skin just above your collarbone, and suddenly the room felt smaller, the air thicker.
âyou think iâm strong?â you asked, your voice quieter now, tinged with something more vulnerable. something real.
heeseungâs gaze flicked down to your lips, just for a moment, before returning to your eyes. his voice was rough when he spoke, low and filled with an unspoken promise. âiâve always known.â
the charged air between you was impossible to ignore now. his fingers slid from your shoulders to your arms, the touch sending a jolt of warmth through you. it wasnât just the weight of responsibility pressing down on youâit was him, his closeness, the undeniable pull you had both been dancing around for weeks.
you could feel the tension in every inch of your body, your heart racing as heeseungâs hands rested on your waist, pulling you closer, but still leaving just enough space for doubt. he hesitated, as if waiting for you to push him away, to remind him of the enmity that had defined your relationship for so long.
but you didnât. instead, you leaned into him, your hands tentatively reaching up to rest on his chest. the fabric of his shirt was soft under your fingers, but beneath it, you could feel the steady beat of his heart, as rapid as your own.
âmaybe iâve been wrong about you,â you whispered, your breath hitching as the tension between you reached a breaking point.
heeseungâs eyes darkened at your words, his lips hovering just inches from yours. âmaybe you have,â he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. but there was something softer there too, something almost tender.
before you could talk yourself out of it, you closed the distance between you and kissed him.
the kiss was like nothing you had ever experiencedâfierce, desperate, and full of the years of unresolved tension between you. it was as if all the walls you had built around yourselves were crumbling in an instant, leaving nothing but the raw, undeniable attraction that had always simmered beneath the surface.
heeseung responded instantly, his hands tightening on your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. his lips moved against yours with a hunger that matched your own, and you could feel the heat radiating off him, his body pressing against yours as if he couldnât bear to let you go.
it was overwhelming, the intensity of the moment, the way your bodies seemed to fit perfectly together, the way every touch sent a shockwave of desire coursing through you. you had spent so long fighting him, fighting this, and now, as his hands slid up your back, holding you close, you wondered why you had ever resisted.
when you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other. heeseungâs grip on your waist didnât loosen, and you could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest, his heartbeat as wild as your own.
âwe canât keep pretending,â you whispered, your voice shaky, your lips still tingling from the kiss.
heeseungâs eyes met yours, the vulnerability and uncertainty in his gaze mirroring your own. âno, we canât,â he agreed, his voice rough with emotion.
for a moment, the world hung in the balance. you had crossed a line, and there was no going back. everything between you had shifted, and the question now wasnât whether you would move forwardâit was how.
heeseungâs thumb brushed gently against your cheek, his touch so tender it nearly broke you. âweâre in this together,â he said softly, the weight of his words heavy with meaning.
this time, there was no need to say anything more. you both understood what had changed between you, even if neither of you was ready to fully admit it. and though the path ahead was uncertain, you knew one thing for sure: you werenât facing it alone anymore.
weeks passed, and with each passing day, things between you and heeseung slowly shifted. the cold, sharp walls that had once kept you apart were crumbling, revealing a warmth and understanding that neither of you had anticipated. where there had once been biting words and icy glares, there was now laughter, quiet conversations, and small gestures of affection.
the palace felt different. it was lighter now, with the growing sense of partnership between you and heeseung. your bickering had been replaced with genuine care, and though the wounds of the past hadn't fully healed, you were both learning to forgive. but it wasnât just the emotional connection that was shiftingâthere was something deeper brewing beneath the surface. unspoken feelings, simmering tension.
it wasnât until a grand banquet in honour of a visiting prince from a neighbouring kingdom that these feelings came to a head. you stood at the centre of the ballroom, dressed in a gown that glimmered under the candlelight. it hugged your figure perfectly, catching the attention of more than just heeseung. the princeâprince seojunâhad been particularly charming throughout the evening, his eyes lingering on you a little too long, his compliments a little too bold.
âyou are by far the most captivating presence in this room, your highness,â seojun murmured, his voice low as he leaned in slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. âif i had known such beauty awaited me here, i would have visited sooner.â
you laughed politely, glancing over your shoulder, searching for heeseung in the crowd. he was across the room, deep in conversation with some nobles, but even from the distance, you could feel his gaze on you, sharp and intense.
seojun continued, his hand brushing lightly against your arm as he leaned closer. âperhaps we could steal a moment away from the crowd? i would love to know more about the woman behind such an enchanting smile.â
before you could respond, a sudden shift in the air caught your attention. heeseung appeared at your side, his posture tense, his expression a mix of barely contained irritation and something elseâsomething more possessive.
âprincess,â heeseungâs voice was smooth, but there was a dangerous edge to it. his hand slid around your waist, pulling you firmly against his side. the claim was unmistakable. âi believe your dance card is full for the evening.â
seojunâs smirk faltered slightly as he glanced between the two of you, sensing the tension. heeseungâs eyes never left the prince, cold and unyielding.
âof course,â seojun replied, raising his hands in mock surrender. âi wouldnât dream of overstepping. after all,â his gaze flickered to you, then back to heeseung, âsheâs your wife.â
the words hung in the air for a moment, charged with unspoken meaning. seojun bowed slightly, a smirk still playing on his lips, before taking his leave. but even as he walked away, you could feel the lingering weight of his gaze.
you turned to heeseung, about to make a light-hearted remark about the interaction, but the look on his face stopped you. his eyes were dark, his jaw clenched, and his grip on your waist was firmâalmost possessive.
âdid he touch you?â heeseung asked, his voice low and tight.
you raised an eyebrow, surprised by his tone. âbarely,â you replied, trying to play it off with a soft laugh. âwhy? are you jealous?â
his eyes flickered with something dangerous as he leaned down, his breath warm against your ear. âyouâre my wife. i donât like other men thinking they can take whatâs mine.â
your heart skipped a beat at his words. the possessiveness in his tone, the way his body pressed protectively against yoursâit was unlike anything you had ever experienced with heeseung. you had always seen him as cold, distant, but this... this was different. there was fire in his eyes, and you could feel it burning between you, a tension that neither of you had acknowledged until now.
âand what if i enjoy a little attention now and then?â you teased, testing the boundaries, wanting to see how far he would go.
heeseungâs eyes darkened even more, and in one swift motion, he pulled you even closer, his hand cupping the back of your neck as he leaned in, his lips barely grazing the shell of your ear. âi donât care how many men look at you, but remember thisââ his voice dropped, sending shivers down your spine, âyou belong to me and i belong to you.â
a thrill ran through you at his words, and for a moment, you were speechless, your mind spinning from the intensity of his claim. the ballroom, the crowd, even prince seojunâall of it faded away as heeseungâs gaze held you captive. you could feel the heat of his body against yours, the possessiveness in his touch, and for the first time, you realised that this wasnât just some marriage of convenience anymore.
heeseung caredâmore than he was willing to admit.
your breath hitched as you looked up at him, your eyes searching his, trying to read the emotions flickering behind them. âand what about you, heeseung?â you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper. âdo you want me to be yours?â
his eyes softened for just a moment, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his features before he leaned in, his lips brushing lightly against your temple. âyou already are,â he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. âand iâm not letting you forget it.â
the banquet had left the air between you and heeseung charged with an intensity that neither of you could ignore. his possessiveness, the fierce look in his eyes when he claimed you as his wife in front of prince seojun, had stirred something inside youâsomething that had been simmering for far too long.
as the last of the guests departed and the palace quieted down for the night, the tension remained, lingering like an unspoken promise. heeseung walked beside you in silence as you both made your way through the dimly lit corridors toward your chambers. though no words passed between you, the air was thick with anticipation, the unspoken pull between you stronger than ever.
when you reached your shared chambers, heeseung opened the door for you, his gaze never leaving you as you stepped inside. you could feel his eyes on you, burning with a need that matched your own. the soft glow of the candlelight cast long shadows across the room, but all you could focus on was the man standing behind you, his presence overwhelming.
you moved toward the vanity, fingers trembling slightly as you began to remove your jewellery. you were acutely aware of heeseung standing behind you, the weight of his gaze almost tangible as he watched your every movement. his silence spoke volumes, filled with desire and unspoken emotions that neither of you had fully confronted until now.
the tension was unbearable. finally, unable to stand the silence any longer, you glanced at him through the reflection in the mirror, your voice soft but steady. âyouâve been quiet,â you murmured, meeting his intense gaze. âwhatâs on your mind?â
he didnât answer immediately. instead, he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to brush against the bare skin of your shoulder. the touch was light, tentative, but it sent a shiver down your spine. his fingers lingered, tracing the delicate curve of your shoulder before he leaned in, his breath warm against your neck.
âi didnât like how he looked at you,â heeseung finally admitted, his voice low and rough with suppressed emotion. his eyes met yours in the mirror, dark with jealousy and something moreâsomething deeper. âor the way he made you laugh.â
your heart raced at the possessiveness in his tone. you turned to face him, taking in the tension in his jaw, the way his eyes blazed with something primal. his emotions were raw, laid bare before you in a way that heeseung had never allowed himself to show before.
âit was harmless,â you replied, stepping closer to him, your voice softening. âbut i canât say i minded the way you stepped in.â
his gaze darkened, his hand moving to your waist, pulling you flush against him. you could feel the heat of his body seeping into yours, the hard lines of his frame pressing against your softness. his eyes locked onto yours, filled with unspoken desire, but also with something moreâsomething tender.
âiâm not the kind of man who likes to share,â he said, his voice a low growl as he leaned in, his lips hovering just above yours. âespecially not when it comes to you.â
your breath hitched at his words, your pulse quickening as the fire between you flared even hotter. you couldnât deny the thrill that ran through you at his possessive tone, the way his hands gripped you as though he couldnât bear to let you go.
âand what are you going to do about it?â you whispered, your voice daring, testing the boundaries as your lips brushed his, teasingly close but not quite touching.
heeseungâs response was immediate. his lips crashed against yours, fierce and hungry, as if he had been holding back for far too long. the kiss was searing, filled with all the emotions you had both kept hidden. his hands roamed over your body, possessive yet tender, as though he was staking his claim but also worshipping every inch of you.
you responded just as fiercely, your hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer, needing to feel every part of him against you. the tension between you, the unspoken desire, it all poured out in that kiss, in the way his body pressed against yours with a need that matched your own.
heeseungâs hands slid down to your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as he carried you toward the bed. the air between you was electric, charged with desire and the intensity of emotions that neither of you had allowed to surface until now. he laid you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours, his gaze dark and filled with a hunger that made your heart race.
for a moment, he paused, his fingers brushing over your cheek with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the intensity of what had just passed between you. his eyes softened, and for the first time, you saw the vulnerability behind themâthe raw emotion that he had been hiding behind his cold exterior for so long.
âare you sure?â he asked, his voice husky but laced with care, as if he was giving you one last chance to pull away, to stop this before it went too far.
you gazed up at him, your heart swelling with the overwhelming emotions coursing through you. heeseung, the man you had once considered your rival, your enemy, was now looking at you with a tenderness that took your breath away. you reached up, cupping his face in your hands, your thumb brushing softly over his cheek.
âiâm sure,â you whispered, pulling him down into another kiss, softer this time, but no less filled with the emotions swirling between you.
what followed was slow, deliberate, and filled with a tenderness that you had never expected from heeseung. his hands moved over your body with care, as though he was savouring every touch, every breath. the fierceness from earlier softened into something more intimate, more meaningful, as he explored you with reverence, his lips following the path of his hands.
your name fell from his lips like a prayer, whispered against your skin in the quiet moments between kisses. heeseungâs touch was both possessive and gentle, as though he was claiming you but also offering himself to you in return. the intensity of the moment was overwhelming, but it was the tenderness in his gaze, the softness of his touch, that made your heart ache with something deeper than mere desire.
and as the night stretched on, your bodies moving together in perfect harmony, you realised that this wasnât just about passionâit was about the connection you had been fighting against for so long. the rivalry, the bickering, the walls you had both built between youâit all crumbled away, leaving only the raw truth of what you felt for one another.
when it was over, you lay beside each other, your breathing heavy, your bodies tangled in the sheets. the room was quiet now, the only sound was the soft rustle of the fabric and the faint crackle of the dying fire in the hearth.
heeseung turned to you, his hand reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face. his eyes, once so cold and guarded, were warm now, filled with an emotion that made your heart skip a beat. he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you and holding you against his chest as though he couldnât bear to let you go.
you rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. it was comforting, grounding you in the quiet aftermath of everything that had just passed between you. his fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, soothing and gentle, as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.
neither of you spoke, but words werenât necessary. the silence was filled with a sense of peace, of contentment that neither of you had known before. heeseungâs touch was soft now, filled with care as he held you close, his body warm and protective against yours.
and in that quiet, intimate moment, you realised something: this was more than just passion, more than just desire. it was something real, something lasting.
heeseungâs hand continued to trace gentle patterns on your back, his lips brushing your temple as he whispered softly, âare you alright?â
you smiled against his chest, your heart swelling with warmth at the tenderness in his voice. âmore than alright,â you murmured, snuggling closer to him.
heeseung let out a soft sigh, his arms tightening around you as if he never wanted to let go. and as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, the weight of the past finally lifted, leaving only the warmth of the present and the promise of a future you were both ready to embrace.
the next morning, you woke to find heeseung already up, standing by the window of your shared chambers, his silhouette framed by the soft glow of the early morning light. he looked deep in thought, his expression pensive as he gazed out over the kingdom.
quietly, you approached him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. he stiffened for a moment at the contact but quickly relaxed, his hands covering yours as he let out a soft sigh.
âyouâre up early,â you murmured, resting your cheek against his back.
âi couldnât sleep,â he replied, his voice thoughtful. âi was thinking about everything thatâs changed.â
you smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. âa lot has changed, hasnât it?â
heeseung turned in your arms, his expression soft as he looked down at you. âi never thought this would work,â he admitted, brushing a strand of hair from your face. âbut iâm glad i was wrong.â
you gazed up at him, your heart swelling with warmth. the man standing before you was the same heeseung you had known all your life, but now, you saw him for who he truly wasânot your enemy, not your rival, but your partner. your husband.
âiâm glad too,â you whispered, reaching up to cup his cheek. he leaned into your touch, his eyes closing for a moment, a small smile playing on his lips.
and in that moment, you knew that this was your new beginning. the past, with all its bitterness and tension, was behind you. what lay ahead was a future you hadnât expected but one you were ready to embraceâtogether.
as heeseung pulled you into a gentle kiss, the warmth of the morning sun streaming through the window, you knew that this was the start of something beautiful. your marriage, once forged out of obligation and resentment, had grown into something real, something lasting.
and as you stood there, wrapped in each otherâs arms, you realised that sometimes, the best love stories were the ones you never saw coming.
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taglist: @punchbug9-blog @firstclassjaylee @capri-cuntz @addictedtohobi @jaysfavoritegirl
#๨ৠđdy writesđŞ#enhypen#enhypen imagines#enhypen oneshots#enhypen fics#enhypen x reader#heeseung#lee heeseung#heeseung x reader#heeseung imagines#heeseung fics#heeseung oneshots#kpop fics#enhypen royal au
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roses â jjh smau
â° .á summary: during your freshman year of college you had a situationship with jaehyun. despite both falling for each other, issues got in the way and jaehyun ghosted you. it's been 2 years since and he never got over you and he'd do almost anything to get you again... including writing a song to get your attention.
â° .á pairing: jeong jaehyun x fem!reader
â° .á genre: smau, college au, second chance (?), humor
â° .á warning: sex jokes, death jokes, suggestive language, friendly bullying, not so kind words about women, mentions of sex, suggestive content, lmk if I missed anything!
â° .á notes: this is my first smau on here and i don't really have a plan... i'm kind of just writing and going with the flow! anyway i <3 jaehyun and ROSES IS TOO GOOD đđ˝ i thought of this fic idea at work the day it came out đ
â° .á status: on going
â° .á taglist: closed!!
reblogs are appreciated, enjoy my story!
profiles (1) | profiles (2) | profiles (3)
staring at me
lunch
never tell a lie
drunk
mistakes
brothers bff
crashing out
roblox
save me
forgive me?
movie night
he's so fine
frat party
who r u?
unexpected snow
still no apology
finals
all fake
MORE CHAPTERS TBA
#jaehyun x reader#jaehyun#jeong jaehyun#nct#nct 127#nct smau#nct social media au#jaehyun smau#jaehyun fluff#jaehyun imagines#jeong jaehyun fluff#jeong jaehyun imagines#nct dream#nct fluff#nct imagines#kpop#kpop smau#kpop social media au#wayv#nneteyamssworks
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[ TANGERINE DREAMS ]
Completed!
Summary: being stood up on his wedding day, Aemondâs life takes a turn for the worse. Heartbroken and humiliated, he finds unexpected help in Helaenaâs childhood friend, who helps him move back into his family mansion. Summer cocktail parties and a long stay at the Targaryen residency, Aemond might let the girl whoâs always been in his life make a home in his heart.
Tangerines, in general, symbolize prosperity, good luck and happiness. So if these delicious fruits appear in your dreams - whole or in the form of juice - it is usually very positive. A dream with tangerines expresses the desire and the possibility of progress and prosperity
Warnings: modern au, old money! Targaryens, Smut (18+ mdni!), fluff, angst, summer romance, every chapter will have individual warnings<3
Authorâs note: welcome to the first actual series that Iâm sharing!! I really really wanted to start a summer romance series for Aemy and this thought and idea came up so suddenly and here we areeee. This is just a sunshine fic with a tinge of heartbreak and possible future angst, but all in all itâs a happy story because Aemond deserves some happiness! Reblogs & comments are most appreciated and I deeply hope you like this as much as I do while writing it<3đ
Taglist: ITS CLOSED!!!! if you wish to be tagged on the future chapters, please fill this form! (Fill it with your username!)
Character ages<3
Series MasterlistâŹ
Chap.1 -> runaway bride
Chap.2 -> under the Weirwood tree
Chap.3 -> the beginning of something new
Chap.4 -> Push & Pull
Chap.5 -> kissing his heart
Chap.6 -> a summer worth living
Chap.7 -> country club
Chap.8 -> ruins of a birthday
Chap.9 -> donât let me be misunderstood
Chap.10 -> falling forever
#aemond targaryen#aemond targaryen x reader#prince aemond targaryen#aemond targaryen smut#aemond targaryen fluff#aemond targaryen angst#aemond fanfiction#hotd fanfic#aemond targaryen x you#aemond x reader#aemond x you
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The Surprise (PART 1)
"Poppy and Branch are happily married and celebrating their one year wedding anniversary with a big party, and all of Pop Village is sharing their happiness with them! Noticing Poppy's odd behavior, Branch takes a walk with her to get some air. Little does he know, Poppy is about to reveal HUGE unexpected news on this night- that she and Branch are about to be parents"
FINALLY. Part one is here after so much work lol. For anyone who doesn't know, this comic is based on a "what if" scenario in my PopPunkAU, basically a time skip where they are in their late 20's and married. To learn more about the story of my main PopPunk AU, go HERE! This isn't canon to my AU and just a fun exploration/mashup with my BroppyParentAU. I also swapped roles in this AU so that Poppy is the one that has Ivy :} Part 2 is in the works, enjoy the opening!~
#trolls#dreamworks trolls#trolls fanart#poppunk au#broppy#trolls 3#trolls 2#broppy au#broppy parent au#poppy and branch#punk rock branch#rock branch#pop princess poppy#trolls comic#my art#poppunk parent au
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where you are ⣠lee haechan smcu
summary: what the absolute fuck is up baby! fall semester marks the peak of greek life at ncu. the campus quad is filled with tents representing various fraternities and sororities with their letters proudly presented in front of each booth, all eager to recruit new members. as students return to campus, they are met with a flood of fliers and invitations to parties, mixers, and rush events. while you were walking through the crowd of eager freshmen to join these organizations, you bumped into someone very unexpected...
what do you do when you bump into the guy you hooked up with after a music festival during summer break? instead of the royal blue basketball jersey you first met him in, it was replaced by a varsity jacket with the letters reading "ÎΧÎ".
"haechan?"
pairing: fratboy!haechan x fem!reader
genre: smau, non-idol au, college au, fluff, nsfw/suggestive (mdni!) comedy, humor, slight slowburn, strangers to lovers, rave bae core? (am i in love with you or is it just the drugs?)
warnings: mentions of alcohol/substance usage (marijuana, mdma/ecstasy, lsd, cocaine), profanity, jokes about sex and death thrown around, both groups are out of pocket and tmi doesn't exist apparently... no ones safe! the boys gc is kinda questionable (this is where i say men deserve no rights!), haechan x reader met at an edm festival (the term rave bae will be said here and there. rave bae is someone you meet unexpectedly while raving, kinda like your temporary s/o for the duration of the rave or festival... smth like that!) disclaimer notice: these portrayals are fictional and are not intended to encourage or glamorize substance use.
playlist: where you are - john summit | club classics - charli xcx | intimidated - kaytranada, h.e.r. | high and i like it - it's murph, evalyn | what a life - john summit, stevie appleton | saving up - dom dolla | talk talk - charli xcx, troye sivan | mr useless - shygirl, sg lewis, club shy | atmosphere - fisher, kita alexander | thinking about you - calvin harris, ayah marar | gas pedal remix - john summit, subtronics, tape b, sage the gemini
notes: omg!!! my first post ever... honestly i've been debating to do this for a long time... now here i am :D ngl i lowkey based this off a personal experience (i am a changed woman now okay... spare me! đ) my first lil fic dedicated to haechan!!! the playlist is highly edm biased with a sprinkle of brat. i just think it fits the vibe so well hehe. open to feedback and enjoy!!! âĄ
status: ongoing!
taglist: open!
profiles: live laugh love y/n (1), john summit fanboys (2)
intro: so.... edc next year?
one: comedown
two: wtf is college
three: boutta fuckin jump
four: y/nâs eras tour
five: is my brain braining?
six: heyyyyyy đ
seven: i know what u areâŚ
eight: tequila ftw
nine: ot3 timeout
ten: i want u ��
eleven: drunk olympics
twelve:
thirteen:
fourteen:
fifteen:
sixteen:
seventeen:
eighteen:
nineteen:
twenty:
#haechan#nct dream smau#nct dream#haechan fanfic#haechan smau#haechan x reader#haechan x y/n#haechan x you#nct dream social media au#nct dream x reader#nct dream x y/n#nct imagines#nct smau#nct social media au#nct social au#nct 127 smau#nct x reader#nct 127 x reader#nct dream texts#haechan social media au#nct dream imagines#nct fluff#nct angst#nct fanfic#nct fake texts#nct fanfiction#nct dream drabbles#nct dream fanfic#nct 127 fanfic#haechan fluff
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College AUđ(Pt.4)
Draco attends a party at Pansy's insistence, only to find Harry Potter there too. As drinks flow and tensions rise, the night takes an unexpected turn they won't soon forget đ
(though Draco would very much like to)
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𼟠BED CHEM â SJY
in which . . . your friend sets you up with a cute aussie boy at her party â sjy x f! reader ŕ¨ŕ§ no set au wc tbd ăť w reader & jake are at a party, drinking mentioned, jake is very flirtatious lol + likes n' feedback are greatly appreciated !
âWHOâS THAT CUTE BOY IN THE WHITE JACKET WITH THAT THICK ACCENT?â you ask, taking a sip of your drink. Itâs Saturday night, and your friend had the brilliant idea to throw a party to shake off the boredom. But you certainly didnât expect 150 guests to show up.
âWho?â Ningning asks, struggling not to spill her drink as she leans in closer. A playful glint sparkles in her eyes as she follows your gaze.
âOh, him?â You nod, unable to tear your eyes away.
âYeah⌠who is he?â
âThatâs Jake. Heâs a friend of Sunghoonâs from Australia. Why?â You try to keep your tone casual, but you canât suppress the grin forming on your lips.
âNothingâŚâ you reply, barely containing your excitement. Ningning bursts into laughter, clearly enjoying your flustered state.
Ningning smirks and gives you a gentle nudge. "Why don't you go talk to him?"
You roll your eyes, attempting to play it cool. "Oh, sure, because itâs that easy."
"Please," she teases, "like he hasnât been glancing at you every few minutes since he walked in. Go on, Y/N. I dare you."
Taking a deep breath, you decide to go for it, casually making your way over to the makeshift bar where Jake is standing. Heâs talking to Sunghoon, and as you approach, you feel a wave of nerves, but his eyes meet yours just before you reach him.
"Hey," you say, trying to keep your tone light, though you feel your heart racing. "Jake, right? I'm Y/n."
He flashes you a smile, "Thatâs me. And youâre⌠the girl whoâs been staring at me from across the room?" His Australian accent makes everything sound ten times more charming.
You feel your cheeks warm, but you laugh it off. "Staring? I think you might be mistaken."
"Right," he replies, clearly amused, his gaze lingering a little too long. "Then what do you call what you were doing?"
You raise an eyebrow, leaning just a little closer. "Maybe⌠appreciating the view?"
He chuckles, his fingers tapping against his glass. "Well, good to know Iâm worth the view. So, Y/N, what do you do when you're not making mysterious appearances at random house parties?"
You grin, feeling a little bolder. "Oh, you know, just adding a bit of mystery here and there. Gotta keep things interesting. What about you? What's an Aussie doing all the way out here?"
He tilts his head, his gaze sweeping over you with a hint of intrigue. "Just chasing a bit of adventure. Didnât know Iâd find it this fast, though."
Your heart skips a beat as you lock eyes, a tension sparking between you. "Well," you say softly, placing a hand on his chest, "sometimes the best adventures are unexpected."
"Guess Iâll have to stick around and see where this one goes, then," he murmurs, his voice low and just for you. The noise around you fades, and all you can think about is how close heâs standing, how easy it would be to just close that tiny gap between you.
Before you can respond, Ningning suddenly reappears, grinning as she wraps an arm around your shoulders. "There you are! Karina's here! She wants to say hi to you."
You feel the tension break as Ningning links arms with you. You flash him an apologetic smile before being dragged away across the room.
Jakeâs eyes flash with something unreadable, and he gives a small smile, lifting his glass in a silent toast. "Until next time, Y/N." He winks as he watches you depart from him. You laugh, not bothering to hide the wide grin forming on your face.
Ningning nudges you, laughing. "Youâre blushing."
"Maybe," you admit, feeling your cheeks heat up. But as you glance back into the crowd and catch Jakeâs eye from across the room, you know this is far from over.
#ŰŞ ࣪ đ ŕ¨ŕ§ âđ â MADEWiTHLOVE.#jake#jake x reader#enhypen x reader#enhypen scenarios#jake sim imagines#enhypen smau#sim jaeyun x reader#jake fluff#jake enhypen
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summer recap/favourite fics/fic recommendations for the first half of 2024
Professor Rapline by @joonsmagicshop
⥠professors! joon, hobi and yoongs x f!reader, professor x student relationship, the rapline takes turns on reader, namjoon centric, smut smut smut
backtrack by @mapofthesea
⥠producers!jimin and yoongs x assistant!reader, studio sex, situationship, reader gets absolutely railed and it's accidentally recorded
Masked miracles by @remedyx + Shadows we trust by remedyx + Boyfriend for hire by remedyx + Trouvaille by @spookyserenades
⥠these series' were already mentioned in my previous recommendations list, but i cannot stress this enough - go read them, they're absolutely amazing!! i will literally never shut up about these and i'll put them on every fic rec list i make until the end of time :D
Golden boy by @kpopfanfictrash
⥠pornstar!jin x f!reader, neighbours au, it's very sweet and funny, absolutely amazing smut
fast lane by @yminie
⥠racer!jin x pitcrew!reader, slowburn but so fucking worth it, kookie gets hurt but it's for character development, e2l/annoyances 2l, smut
midnight by @miniminimermaid
⥠yoongi struggling with burnout and reader helps relax him, soft sex, body worship
Sugar rush ride by @lo1k-diamonds
⥠producer! yoongs x producer!reader, coworkers au, reader is bratty and yoongi is a little shit, mutual pining, smut
A new rhythm by @sluttywoozi
⥠producers! yoongs and jihoon x yoongi's gf!reader, virgin!jihoon, soft sex, they help woozi lose his v-card, allusions to possible poly
three tangerines by @kithtaehyung
⥠brother's best friend!yoongs x f!reader, fuckboy!yoongi, reader asks him for help in the bedroom and gets everything and more, some angst
The early shift by @hobidreams
⥠barista!yoongs x barista!reader, coworkers au, e2l, angsty but gets sweet, yoongi is struggling and reader tries to help, smutty smut smut
love roulette by @whatifyoulivelikethat
⥠producer!yoongs x jin's bff!reader, a bet gone... right??, slowburn, humour and fluff, they help each other, smut, reader has a noona kink and nobody lets her breathe
noise complaints by @jkstompers
⥠producer!yoongs x bassist!reader, neighbours au, reader is in a rock band, smut
strike a chord by @snackhobi
⥠pianist!yoongs x f!reader, reader gets stood up and instead listens to bar musician yoongi, slowburn, smut
Illicit favours by @yoongiofmine
⥠producer!yoongi x writer!reader, bff2l, virgin reader needs help with writing sex scenes, shenanigans ensue, mutual pining, idiots in love
Tricks of the trade by @stutterfly
⥠shopkeeper!yoongs x f!reader, body swap au, jin is a deity of chaos, awkward flirting cause they don't know hot to talk to each other, misunderstandings, sexual tension and smut
Performance evaluation by @kookscrescent
⥠fuckboy!yoongs x f!reader, college au, one night stand?? au, reader asks yoongi to tell her whether she's bad in bed, yoongi is a little shit but what's new
Bad idea... right? by @joonsmagicshop
⥠college party au, e2l, sexual tension, tae is a little bit of a douche but hobi makes it all better, smut
a word from our sponsors by @ugh-yoongi
⥠podcast co-hosts joon and reader, they read smutty fanfic of themselves, sexual tension, f2l, humour, smut
porn director drabble by @badbtssmut
⥠director!tae x pornstar!reader, tae shows reader's co-star how it's done, public sex, dubcon in a way
Risk management by @chateautae
⥠investment banker!tae x f!reader, s2l, sexual tension (i mean, who could blame her it's tae), smut, window sex
petty by @hamsterclaw
⥠rich kid petty criminal!kookie x lawer babysitter!reader, reader is in charge of making sure kookie doesn't get in trouble, idiots in love, sexual tension but with feels, smut
Redamancy by @gimmethatagustd
⥠alpha!tae x omega!kookie, a/b/o, imprinting, scenting, older tae (*cough* daddy), s2l, love at first sight, smut
Like a river by gimmethatagustd
⥠alpha!tae x omega!yoongi x alpha!joon, a/b/o, unexpected heat, college professors coworkers au, semi-public sex
The love witch by gimmethatagustd
⥠demon!tae x romance blogger witch!yoongs, incubus tae, "how to summon a boyfriend" au, s2l, modern fantasy, smut
(actually you should go read everything jai has put out, she's incredibly talented and i love like every fic she's ever published)
My library | ATEEZ fic recs
#kpop fic#kpop smut#kpop fic recs#bts fic#bts smut#bts fic recs#seokjin fic#seokjin smut#yoongi fic#yoongi smut#hoseok fic#hoseok smut#namjoon fic#namjoon smut#taehyung fic#taehyung smut#jungkook fic#jungkook smut#bts x reader
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Never Really Left
A Rafe Cameron Social Media AU
Summary: After four years away at NYU, youâre finally back in the Outer Banks, ready to reconnect with your brother, Topper, and the familiar faces you left behind. But things are different now: youâve changed, the OBX has changed, and Rafe Cameron is not the boy you remember. Reuniting with him stirs up old feelings and new complications, as youâre drawn into the whirlwind of his intensity.
Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Thornton!Reader
Series Warnings: strong language, sexual content, angst.
Masterlist: Intro 1 - Intro 2 - One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six
Main Characters Introduction
Y/N Thornton
After four years at NYU, Y/N Thornton has transformed into a confident, independent city girl with a chic, minimalist style and a driven, ambitious attitude. Life in New York has turned her into a coffee addict who navigates the cityâs fast pace with ease, juggling a packed schedule and staying connected through her social feeds. Sheâs cultured, well-versed in everything from art galleries to trendy rooftop bars, and keeps a balanced lifestyle with yoga and the latest wellness trends. Returning to the OBX feels both nostalgic and surreal, as if sheâs stepping back in time. Her sophisticated city life feels worlds away from the laid-back beach town, and her relationshipsâeven with her brother Topperâseem distant and complicated. But the most unexpected pull comes from Rafe Cameron, a reminder of her past who now sparks conflicting feelings, blending familiarity with an intense chemistry thatâs both thrilling and dangerous.
Rafe Cameron
Rafe Cameron is the epitome of Kildare Island's rebellious, privileged elite, a product of wealth whoâs always struggled with the darker edges of his personality. Charismatic yet volatile, heâs known for his wild parties, quick temper, and magnetic charm that makes him both irresistible and dangerous. Rafe has a complicated, love-hate relationship with the OBX lifestyle; he loves the freedom and dominance his familyâs money brings but resents the expectations placed upon him. To his friends, heâs fiercely loyal, though his intensity sometimes borders on possessiveness, especially with those who get close to him. Outwardly calm but constantly on the edge, Rafe is a risk-taker whoâs unapologetically himself, even if it means walking the line between respectability and ruin.
Š 2024 rafeskai | All rights reserved. This fanfiction is a work of fiction inspired by characters from Outer Banks, and no part of it may be reproduced or distributed without permission.
#rafe cameron#obx x reader#rafe cameron x reader#drew starkey#drew starkey x reader#outer banks fanfiction#rafe cameron smau#obx smau#rafecameron#neverreallyleft
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chapter 2: the aftermath a bridgerton!au
pairing ⸺ duke!satoru gojo x fem!reader
summary ⸺ dearest gentle reader, a new season is upon us as the ton gets ready for a season filled with drama, heartbreak, and passion. after being crowned diamond of the season, heir to a dukedom mr. satoru gojo⸺only looking to marry just to secure his inheritance⸺has his sights set on you, the easiest (and most obvious) option. later, when you catch his saying unsavory things about you on a terrace when he least suspected it, you swear to never marry gojo. as london's fashionable set goes through yet another wedding season, will there be hope for scandalous gossip, hate, and thinly veiled insults, or will we witness blooming love and passion?
warnings ⸺ nsfw, enemies to lovers, bridgerton au, angst, fluff, eventual smut, jealousy, misogyny, regency era au, gojo being infuriating, reader also being infuriating, both of them are clueless honestly
chapter summary ⸺ after an eventful first ball after your debut, you continue the season with thinly veiled vexation towards gojo. but fate is not on your side; you and gojo keep encountering each other, matching fire with fire (7.8k)
a/n some parts of this chapter broke my brain to write but i kind of had fun! as always thank you to @/sinn-claire for beta reading :p i was going to say i'll try to have weekly updates but i don't want to jinx it lol
prev. the debutante | next. the manor
general masterlist | series masterlist
Dearest gentle reader,Â
It appears that Her Majesty has bestowed the coveted title of this seasonâs Diamond upon none other than Miss Itadori, who has indeed lived up to her newfound acclaim as the incomparable of the year. At the latest ball, our shining Diamond was quite occupied, with suitors lining up in such numbers that one might have thought them to be queuing for the royal throne itself. Furthermore, blooms were budding between many of the debutantes and gentlemen, includingâŚ..
...Yet, one particular couple captivated the attention of all: none other than Mister Satoru Gojo and our seasonâs Diamond. After having kept his words sparse and his attentions limited to none, Mister Gojo appeared utterly taken with Miss Itadori, conversing with her intimately on the dance floor. It seems your humble Author was indeed correct⸺Mister Gojo has entered the marriage market. However, the exclusivity he has adopted may not deter the determined maidens he seeks to avoid, for the Ambitious Mamas will no doubt perceive his selectiveness as a challenge to be overcome.Â
One cannot help but wonder if an announcement of particular interest will be made at the upcoming Gojo country house party. Although your Author has not yet laid eyes upon the guest list for the Duchess Gojoâs anticipated gathering, reliable sources suggest that nearly every eligible young lady of marriageable age will be journeying to Kent next week. The country house party is known to be a perilous affair. Married individuals often find themselves enjoying the company of someone other than their spouse, while the unwed frequently return to town betrothed with surprising haste.
Indeed, the most unexpected engagements often follow closely on the heels of such rustic diversions.
⸝ LADY WHISTLEDOWNâS SOCIETY PAPERS
Satoru had no intention of squandering his time this season⸺or at any time, for that matter.
The notion of love matches held little appeal to him, despite witnessing such a union firsthand in his own parents. Make no mistake, the Duke and Duchess Gojo enjoyed a happy marriage, and Satoru held both his father and mother in the highest regard. Yet, he was perfectly content on his own.
Being one of the strongest bachelors⸺both intellectually and physically⸺has been Satoruâs destiny. Ever since his ancestors had been blessed by the royal family with the dukedom, the Gojo family had made its goal to be the most powerful nobility and the closest to the royal family. (Which is still maintained in the status quo, because the Queen dotes on Satoru, inviting him for tea every fortnight. The Queen lavished him with overly sweet biscuits, and in return, Satoru provided her with the latest gossip from court).Â
But this responsibility doesnât get fulfilled without independence; one had to accept the solitary truth that to be truly great was to remain unswayed by the fleeting pleasures of the world⸺love included.
Satoru had little time or interest for the other vices that tempted men of his station, such as lust. Contrary to the whispers circulating among the ton, Satoru had never indulged in the life of a rake or frequented brothels as many of his acquaintances did. Really, the allegations were, in truth, merely just a byproduct of his appearance and demeanor; with a young man with the stature, face, and eligibility of Satoru, the public would immediately like to slap on the label of ârakeâ due to his arrogant personality. Moreover, any encounters he had witnessed between men and women⸺whether dropping his friends off at brothels in his carriage after an evening at the gentlemanâs club or overhearing flirtations at parties⸺struck him as shallow and an utter waste of time, especially when he was already a week behind on the ledgers and other official matters his father had entrusted to him. (He did have one indulgence, however: a weakness for gluttony, with an array of sweet confections as his loyal companions during long, sleepless nights.)
Marriage was an even greater burden. The thought of being accountable for a wife, and eventually children, seemed like a daunting task to Satoru. With sleepless nights spent on covering just a fraction of the business his father must do as a duke, Satoru was tired. He was exhausted⸺exhausted from the weight of responsibility, from striving to meet his fatherâs expectations, from seeking the Queenâs approval, from worrying over what Whistledown might print about him, and from the gossip of the businessmen with whom the Gojo family dealt.Â
And yet, despite this weariness, Satoru was gripped by an insatiable obsession with perfection, an obsession that only deepened his fatigue. He craved approval, power, and the flawless execution of his duties⸺desires that gnawed at him even as they threatened to consume him.
Which is exactly why he needed a perfect wife. A wife that was capable, could handle bothersome people⸺which he was steadily losing the patience to deal with⸺and a reliable companion. Someone that would reduce his stress, not add to it.Â
Satoru had spent all day lurking in the shadows as best as he could; being the most eligible bachelor did mean that brothers and sisters were coming up to him, singing praises of their debutante in an effort to capture his interest. But Satoru knew all too well that the loudest families often had the most to compensate for.
As ladies in white paraded before the crowd, many buckling under the weight of judgment and attention, Satoru prowled like a jungle cat, staying hidden in the throng, biding his time, and waiting for the right moment to strike.
What he noticed first about you was your way of carrying yourself. Even Auntie⸺the Queen⸺who, after seeing countless of girls today, had been incredibly bored, dragged her eyes over you in slightly more interest than she did for others. The moment you stepped through those grand doors into the court, it was evident to everyone that your stride was that of someone who understood her role and position in life⸺a confidence that set you apart from the other debutantes. Satoruâs eyes raked over you, observing you as your chest rose slightly as you took a breath in.Â
And then you smiled.
Satoru's eyes widened, just imperceptibly, as he watched your expression as you made your way to the Queen. He made sure to shake his expression off to a more nonchalant one as he watched your form walk. Lesser men than Satoru would die for your smile. Men, out of all traits a woman could possess, cherished a pretty visage the most. Yet, what your smile conveyed went beyond mere beauty; it embodied innocence and the qualities most esteemed in a demure bride (which Satoru knew was just all a show, but it was indeed indicative of your skill to put up appearances, hence deeming you a reliable companion).
The corner of the young man's mouth rose. When the Queen declared you the diamond of the season, Satoru knew he had found his quarry.
When the ball came, Satoru acted similarly: observing from behind, staying in conversation with his friends and other noble men that did business with the Gojo family as he prowled the ballroom, waiting for the right moment to ask you for your hand. And then Naoya came in when you were finally alone, away from all the incompetent men that dared to think they had a chance to court you, and Satoru almost laughed snarkily at how easy it all was.Â
Approaching you, saving you from Naoya⸺it was all a perfect construction of his. Dancing, he noticed your steps were carried out with a practiced perfection and grace, and your responses to his questions displayed a respectable level of intellect. He could tell your responses were practiced and simple, your constitution and demeanor a result of much effort into presenting yourself as best as you could. But what does it matter, when you do it so perfectly?
Maybe it was a bit naive of him, but you seemed to glow when conversing with him. It amused him, as he kept watching your pretty eyes as you kept smiling while he kept throwing difficult questions at you. It was all expected, however. Satoru knew he was blessed with the brilliant blue Gojo eyes and eccentric fair, white hair; he was the most eligible bachelor for not only wealth and power but reproductive capabilities and opportunities as well. Which lady wouldnât want to be mother to his cute and beautiful blue-eyed babies?
After witnessing such mediocre men who paled in comparison to Satoru, surely you must be smitten. Gojo could see right through you: you, the diamond, have been looking for a man as meritorious as you, and you had found it in Satoru.Â
So why were you acting this way?
When you wake up in the morning and get ready for suitors, it is as you expected; there are multiple carriages outside your doorstep, and there is a line from the drawing room, extending all the way down the stairs. When Choso stumbles into the drawing room, where you and your mother are enjoying tea, he is clearly unhappy at the selection of men waiting to be let in to call upon you.Â
âThis is absurd!â Chosoâs hands raked over his hair in an effort to process the scene he had just witnessed. âWhy do I see Naoya waiting outside?â
Your nose crinkled in distaste. âWell, dear brother, I certainly cannot control which suitors call upon me. He mustâve enjoyed our conversation yesterday. The enjoyment, however, is one sided.â
Chosoâs eyes widened comically. âYou had a conversation with him yesterday?â He then turned to your mother accusingly, who was reading a Whistledown while sipping on her tea innocuously. âThis would not have happened if I was there, Mother. This is your fault.â
Your mother continued drinking her tea nonchalantly, waiting for a few beats to grace him with a response. âI prefer this, my son, to no visitors out there because our dear Lord Itadori scared all the bachelors away with his pickiness.â Then, her eyes flashed. âAnd donât give me that tone.â
You snickered behind your palm as Choso visibly deflated.
 âKuna! Get back here!â
Pitter patters of small paws started to get closer and closer, as heavy footsteps followed it. Yuji and the family corgi, Sukuna Jr., burst into the room. Eyeing the biscuit in your hand, Kuna made his way directly to you, panting at your feet. A pet given affectionately by your-not-so-affectionate older brother, Sukuna, when he left for his year long trip around Europe, Kuna was the cutest little puppy. You and Yuji loved to spoil him, clearly shown as Yuji patted him while breathing heavily. You cooed as Kuna licked your fingers while inhaling the biscuit you had presented him.Â
âWell,â your mother stood up, having finished her tea, and began ushering in the maids to clear the table. âIt seems our morning will be quite busy. Youâd best be prepared for a long day, my dear.â
Choso was still grumbling as he took a seat across from you, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the long line of suitors outside. âIâm keeping an eye on that Naoya fellow. If he so much as looks at you the wrong wayâŚâ
You raised an eyebrow at your brotherâs protectiveness, feeling both amused and touched. âChoso, I appreciate your concern, but I can handle myself. Besides, with Kuna here, I doubt any of these gentlemen will get too close without proper approval.â
As if understanding the conversation, Sukuna Jr. barked enthusiastically, his tail wagging as he looked up at you with bright, expectant eyes. You smiled and scratched behind his ears, watching as his tiny body wriggled with joy.
Yuji, still catching his breath from the chase, flopped onto the chair beside you, shooting a grin at Choso. âCome on, big brother, give her a break. Itâs not every day our sister gets declared the diamond of the season. Let her enjoy it.â
Choso crossed his arms, still unconvinced. âIâm just saying, if any of these men donât meet my standards⸺â
âYour standards?â you interrupted with a teasing lilt. âChoso, Iâd never find a husband if I had to meet your impossible standards. Besides, you should be more concerned about finding someone yourself.â
Chosoâs cheeks tinted with a slight blush, but make no mistake; he was hot with anger, ready to make a snarky retort. Your mother, who had been overseeing the maids, turned her attention back to the conversation with a soft smile.
âYour sister is right, Choso. Itâs her time to shine, and as her family, we should support her, not make things more difficult.â She gave him a pointed look before turning to you with a gentler expression, and he backed down as he always does for your mother. âNow, my dear, are you ready to begin receiving your guests?â
You took a deep breath, nodding as you steeled yourself for the hours of polite conversation and careful navigation of the social battlefield ahead. âAs ready as Iâll ever be.â
âGood,â your mother said, her voice laced with both pride and encouragement. âRemember, you are the diamond of the season. There isnât a man out there who wouldnât be lucky to have you.â
You offered a weak smile. âLetâs get this over with.â
As you walked toward the sofa where you would be talking with suitors, Kuna trotted alongside you, his presence a comforting reminder.With Yuji and Choso trailing behind, and your mother leading the way to open the door, you braced yourself for the onslaught of admirers waiting beyond the door.
But as you straighten your posture, in anticipation to greet the first suitor, you couldn't help but glance down at Kuna, who stared up at you with wide, curious eyes. You chuckled softly.
âWell, Kuna,â you whispered, âletâs see who passes your test today.â
Gojoâs gaze wandered down to Sukuna Jr. in your lap as you stroked his fur, and he gave you a saccharine⸺yet strained⸺smile. âMust this dog bear witness to our conversation?Â
As if sensing Gojoâs unfriendliness, Kuna started growling, and you could feel the rumble deep in his stomach. You met Gojoâs sweet smile with one of your own. âYes.â
Gojo blinked, and the smile on his face faltered. You noticed that this was one of the first time Gojoâs ever expressed an emotion outside of smugness, and you count this as your personal win.
âWell,â he hesitated, and then a smile was on his face as if that stumble didnât happen. âYou look wonderful this morning, Miss Itadori.â
Your eyes flashed at his audacity to talk behind your back and try to fool you with flattery. âOn the contrary, I think I look rather simple.â
Gojo, none the wiser as to what you were referring to, waved his hands. âNonsense.â
Before you could respond, Kuna let out a low, rumbling growl, his sharp eyes fixed on Gojo. The sound was subtle, but in the quiet of the morning, it was unmistakable. Gojoâs gaze flickered down to the small dog, and his smile tightened ever so slightly.
You gently scratched behind Kunaâs ears, calming him, though his gaze never left Gojo. âI apologize on behalf of my dear Kuna,â you said, your voice light but nonetheless pointed. âHe tends to be wary of many, particularly those he believes to be with ulterior motives.â
Gojo nodded, unfazed, and looked down at the dog in question. Upon eye contact, all your efforts to calm Kuna went to naught as the dog stood up, tense and teeth almost bared fully, to stare back at Gojo defiantly. Gojo, to his credit, was starting to be a little wary and was giving the pup an impassive stare.Â
âYou know, I have an affinity for dogs. There are many pups that I have spent my entire childhood with.â He offered a chuckle and moved his hand to pet Kuna. âDogs do have a way of sensing things, donât they?â That was clearly the wrong decision because the dogâs growl grew louder, and suddenly, he snapped at Gojoâs hand. Before Kuna could sink his teeth into Gojoâs hand, however, Gojo smoothly withdrew it out of his reach.Â
âProtective, isnât he?â Gojo laughed, but his stare towards Kuna was veering more and more into a glare. He tried to disguise his irritation by suavely adding, âAdmirable. Iâm glad he has protected my lady so well.â Gojo then grabbed your hand to give you a small kiss on the back of it while keeping eye contact. You had to divert your eyes elsewhere to avoid coloring your cheeks; while you knew this was just another one of Gojoâs pretenses to charm you, you were still fazed by it.Â
You cleared your throat and tried to uphold the conversation. After all, it would be outright rude to keep throwing thinly veiled insults his way when there were others in your company; he also had the potential to spread further malicious rumors about you if you showed attitude. You mustered up a fake smile, and offered, âHe was a gift to me and Yuji offered by my older brother, Sukuna, when he went traveling,â you offered.Â
âIs that the brother you hoped to follow to Europe?â
You blinked and faltered. You didnât expect him to remember that tidbit from your conversation at the ball last night. While most of the preferences you had asserted were artificial⸺supplemented to you by your tutor, who had drilled what fake preferences of yours would woo men⸺you truly did gain enthusiasm for the languages because you hoped to prove your helpfulness to Sukuna in an effort to run away from your inevitable debut. At the time, you were rebelling against anything your mama said, avoiding anything associated with being paraded around like an animal, put on display for men. âYes,â you said slowly, âYes, it is.âÂ
Gojo smiled, this time a little more genuine at the fact it was his first time receiving an authentic response from you this morning, rather than something covered with a fake smile. Just as he leaned in slightly, probably preparing to make another smooth remark, Kuna, who had been shifting in your lap, suddenly stilled, his face buried in your lap and tail facing Gojo. For a moment, you thought he might be settling down.
And then it happened.
The largest fart ripped through the room out of Kunaâs arse, which was pointed directly in Gojoâs face. While you were not a scholar studying physics, you were aware that the air dynamics did not do Gojo any favors in preventing the smell from hitting him direct-on. Gojoâs eyes widened in surprise, and his suave expression faltered entirely as the smell quickly followed, filling the air around you both.
You could feel the heat rushing to your face in your effort not to laugh out loud. Trying to keep your composure, you gently patted Kunaâs belly, who was now face up, tongue lolling out in bliss. âOh, dear,â you muttered, your voice strained with the effort to suppress a laugh.
Gojo, for once, was at a loss for words. His eyes were tearing up, probably at the smell; whenever you and Yuji spoiled Kuna with those biscuits, he dropped nasty-smelling dungs, and you knew Gojo wasnât spared at all. The arrogant bachelor, who always seemed to have a witty response ready, was now at a loss of words as he weakly gazed upon the weak little poot! poot!s that escaped Kuna as you continued patting his stomach in an effort to relieve your pupâs digestive system.
At Gojoâs expression, you had to take quiet, deep breaths in an effort to rein in the cackles that were threatening to overcome you. You resorted to covering your mouth as you strained, âAs you can see, my Kuna is quite expressive, and he seemed quite eager to show you that.â
He offered you a strained smile. âHe does indeed generate quite a bit of wind.â At that, you could no longer hold back. Genuine laughter wracked through your figure, hurting your ribs as you tried to quell it with a hand to the mouth, but no avail. Your muffled laughter was still loud, and when the giggles subsided, you wiped your tears and threw an apologetic look at Gojo, preparing to express your regret.Â
But you stopped at the sheer wonder he contained in his face as his gaze fixated on your lips, which were drawn back in the ghost of the smile you had while laughing riotously. Without allowing you much time to dwell on it, he stood up and dipped his head in a little bow. âWell, I have been taking quite a bit of your time, Miss Itadori. I better let other suitors have their chance.â He kissed the back of your hand. âI hope to see you at the horse race tomorrow.â
âLikewise.â You couldnât help but spy some red coloring Gojoâs alabaster cheeks as he made his way to the exit. As you greeted the next suitor, the imprint of a certain manâs lips continued to tingle on your hands.Â
âI told you he was a rake,â Nobara muttered as she scrubbed your arm with an intensity that matched her outrage. After hearing what Gojo had said about you, she was livid. Unfortunately, your skin was bearing the brunt of her frustration.
âWell,â you mused, trying to distract her, âwhat rumors have you heard that make you think that?â
âMomo told me a few months ago⸺â Nobara paused, her hands hovering over the various bottles on the counter. âWhich scent would you prefer for your hair?â
âSandalwood,â you replied.
Nobara nodded and poured some of the rich liquid into her hands before massaging it into your scalp. You closed your eyes, feeling the tension from the day's exhausting and dull conversations slowly melt away under her skillful fingers. âMomo mentioned that heâs often out late at night, which seems suspicious. But now that I think about it, Momo isnât the most reliable source,â Nobara added, her tone shifting to one of skepticism.
You quirked an eyebrow. âWhy do you say that?â
âThereâs talk that she attempted to lure another maidâs husband into an affair,â Nobara replied, her hands now working the shampoo through your hair with a practiced ease. âShe even tried to gain access to his quarters.â
You gasped. âHow scandalous!â
âI know,â Nobara said, her hands now massaging the back of your neck with a gentler touch. âSo, who knows how much truth there is to her gossip. But still, Gojoâs behavior is less than honorable, donât you think?â
You sighed, gazing up at the ceiling with a mix of frustration and resignation. âHe was gossiping about me with other men, calling me all sorts of horrible things⸺âsimple,â of all things. And yet, he has the audacity to want to call upon me?â
âYou know,â Nobara mused as she continued her task, âHe sounds the exact opposite of what some of your books would imply.â
You hummed in agreement, recalling the radical works you kept hidden beneath your bed. Your mother would be appalled if she ever discovered them, but you often sought solace in political writings that challenged the rigid expectations of society. âI know. And that is precisely why I have no intention of encouraging his attention this seasonâat least, not before I ensure his complete and utter humiliation.â
âBut do take care. His connections to the Queen are quite strong.â
You drew back from Nobara's hands, much to her chagrin. She gave you a glare while you exclaimed, "What?"
âSurely youâre aware that the Gojo dukedom is among the closest to the royal family?â
You fervently hoped your mother hadnât caught wind of Gojo's status. Yet, the way she had been observing you⸺subtly scrutinizing you in the drawing room while feigning interest in a suitor awaiting his turn⸺suggested otherwise. She had certainly noticed Gojo's growing interest, and the thought of her getting involved, fixating on a match with him, filled you with dread. Drawing your hands over your face, you moaned, the very notion of her scheming to pair you with Gojo weighing heavily on your mind.
âBut that should hardly be a concern if youâve begun to distance yourself from him, correct? You have been creating some distance, havenât you?â
Your silence spoke volumes, and Nobara, ever quick to discern your hesitation, gasped in exasperation. âYou cannot seriously be considering giving this gentleman any encouragement, can you?â
"No, no, itâs not that,â you replied, massaging your temples in frustration. âItâs just that my mother is probably ecstatic at the prospect of securing a match between me and Gojo.â
âBut surely, if she knew the things heâs been saying behind your back, she would understand.â
You tried to open your mouth to respond, but it felt as if your throat had closed up. Would she really? A match with Gojo would mean elevated status for the Itadori family⸺a duchess for a daughter. What worth is there in being the diamond of the season if not to secure the most advantageous match? The very thought made your chest tighten with the suffocating realization that your mother might very well advocate for the union, despite Gojoâs duplicity.
âI⸺â you swallowed. âIâm not sure.â Before Nobara could interrupt, you stood up and reached for your robe.Â
Nobara's brow furrowed as she watched you stand up. "Where do you think you're going? Youâre not done with your bath, and your hair is still full of suds!" She reached out to stop you, her hands hovering as though unsure whether to pull you back into the tub or grab the robe you were now clutching.
You forced a small, tired smile, grateful for the distraction. âI need just a moment. The water's gone cold, anyway.â
âOh, nonsense! Youâll catch a chill if you get out now. Sit back down,â Nobara insisted, her protest tinged with genuine concern. She placed a firm hand on your shoulder, guiding you back toward the warm water.
With a reluctant sigh, you allowed yourself to be coaxed back into the tub. The momentary reprieve from the conversation was a relief, and you welcomed Nobaraâs determined focus on completing your bath. She picked up a sponge, her earlier frustration melting into concentration as she scrubbed your back.
âWell, we can discuss that scheming rake later,â she muttered, more to herself than to you. âFor now, letâs get you properly cleaned up before your mother comes looking for you. Sheâd never forgive me if I let you appear anything less than perfect.â
You nodded with a lump in your throat, grateful for the change in topic, even if only temporary. The soothing rhythm of Nobara's hands working through your hair, the warmth of the bathwater, and the familiar, comforting routine helped ease the tightness in your chest. For now, the troubling thoughts of Gojo and your mother's ambitions could be set aside.
âNow, hold still,â Nobara said, her tone softening as she rinsed the last of the soap from your hair. âWeâll have you looking radiant again in no time.â
The conversation was left unfinished, hanging in the air like a question that neither of you was quite ready to answer. But for now, the silence was a welcome refuge.
"Do you have any notion of how impossible it is to charm a lady when there is a pup expelling such foul air right beneath your nose?" Satoru lamented, leaning back in his chair and raking a hand through his tousled hair. The trio gathered at the table presented a rather unusual sight: Satoru, visibly discomposed; Nanami, calmly sipping his drink as ever; and Suguru, nearly doubled over in laughter at his friendâs misfortune.
âWould you please⸺SMACK⸺cease your laughing?!â Satoru glared at Suguru, who seemed to be of no hope, now with tears in his eyes as he clutched his stomach and the back of his head, which Satoru had just hit.Â
âTruly, your vanity⸺haaah⸺your vanity was in need of humbling,â Suguru managed between breaths, still snickering behind his palms.Â
Satoru glowered, crossing his arms and staring daggers into his drink, as if his gaze alone could break the fine glass. âMy pride had already suffered enough. She was positively frigid.â
Nanami hummed. âPerhaps sheâs merely discerned your true nature.â
âIt defies comprehension,â Gojo groaned, ignoring Kentoâs statement. âWhat kind of lady disparages her own beauty as âsimpleâ? I cannot fathom what has caused her such vexation. Only the night before, she was utterly taken with me!â
Suguru⸺who had now calmed down⸺was in the midst of wiping his tears when he suddenly stopped. âYou donât suppose it had anything to do with your careless words, do you?â
Kento eyed the pair in front of him with an accusatory side eye. âAnd what precisely did you say?â
 âSatoru, in his usual fashion, could not contain his tongue. Out on the terrace, with the garden as witness, he spoke rather unkindly, referring to the diamond as âsimple and dull.ââ
âNonsense,â Satoru waved his hands, dismissing the idea. âThe lady would never wander the gardens at such an hour in the night unchaperoned.â
âI suggest you reconsider.â Kento gave him a stern look and continued, âI happened upon her last night, emerging from the gardens, and she appeared rather disheveled.âÂ
This revelation gave Satoru pause, but if there was one thing certain about Satoru Gojo, it was this: his arrogance was such that he could scarcely fathom anyone, least of all a lady, finding his charm anything but irresistible⸺even if that very lady had overheard him uttering defamatory remarks about her. And this lady was one he could not let go of, unless he wanted to wave good-bye to his future.
âI am confident all will be well,â Gojo exhaled, his lips curving into a Cheshire smile. âEven if she did overhear, surely a few well-chosen sweet words will surely set matters right.â
(He was most grievously mistaken.)
âHow many of those biscuits do you suppose we could finish?â Yuji was eyeing the biscuits from his seat next to you in the pavilion where you and your family were sitting. Out promenading with the other families of the ton, it was a scenic and beautiful day for you to mingle with even more suitors. The joy!
âCertainly less than me,â you remarked, sipping on your tea smugly. By the irritated pout on his face, you knew you were successful at getting a rise out of your younger brother. Knowing your mother wasnât in sight, you quickly darted for the jam-filled biscuits, and your brother quickly followed in tow; soon, you were both stuffing your faces silly with the sugary treats.
âYou two are incorrigible,â Choso scrunched his nose from where he sat across from you, arms crossed. âThereâs no need to inhale those biscuits. What if someone sees?â
Yuji stuck out his tongue⸺now adorned with biscuit crumbs⸺and continued gorging, while you snickered at your younger brotherâs pettiness.
âMiss Itadori.â
You began coughing wildly, caught off guard, and hastily straightened your posture to greet your guest. You turned to see Lord Ino, who offered you a slight nod before acknowledging your brothers. âLord Itadori. Mister Itadori.â
âLord Ino, nice to meet you on such a fine day.â You try to put a smile on your face as best as you can, even though you were caught off guard. âHow do you find todayâs weather?âÂ
Takuma grabs the back of your hand to kiss it. âI find it wonderful for the prospect of promenading. Do you care to do so with me?â
âOf course,â You stand up and link your elbows with Takumaâs.
âWeâll be thirty paces behind you, sister.â You both turned to look at Choso, who was giving Lord Ino his inevitable protective glare. Given Inoâs acceptable station, Choso hadnât immediately protested, unlike the many suitors he had chased out of your manor the day before. He grabbed Yuji by the elbow, who, with cheeks comically inflated like a chipmunk hoarding acorns, was promptly dragged away. âYuji, get up.â The last you saw of your brothers was Yujiâs futile protests, his mouth too full to be coherent⸺inevitably sending some crumbs flying onto Choso⸺and Choso swatting him for it.
As you began your walk with Lord Ino, the conversation naturally turned to the upcoming horse race. âAre you looking forward to the race this afternoon?â you asked, trying to keep the conversation light.
âI am,â the lord replied. âAnd you?â
âVery much so,â you said, a hint of excitement in your voice. âI have a feeling that the less popular horse⸺Blaze, was it?⸺might surprise everyone. The conditions seem just right for an underdog victory; the track is soft and warm, which would favor Blazeâs build.â
Lord Ino glanced at you with a polite but unconvinced smile. âBut Thunder has higher odds and more bets. Itâs as simple as that.â
You couldnât help but bristle at the word âsimple,â a word that had recently come to grate on your nerves. You pressed on, though, determined to keep the conversation pleasant. âI suppose thereâs some truth to that, but sometimes thereâs more to a race than just the odds and popularity.â
Ino chuckled softly. âWell, a good mentor and friend of mine⸺Duke Nanami⸺agrees with the odds, and His Grace is someone I deeply respect. I tend to follow his lead⸺the duke has a way of teaching lessons without hindering oneâs growth.â
Before you could respond, the sound of a trumpet blared in the distance, signaling the start of the race. You looked at him, giving him a courteous nod, gesturing in the general direction Choso and Yuji were supposed to be in. âIt seems the race is about to begin. I must rejoin my family.â
You curtsied as he bowed, and you watched as he walked away, leaving you momentarily alone. You took a deep breath, trying to dispel the lingering irritation from the conversation. Just as you began looking for your family, you felt a presence approaching.
You turned to find Lady Mei Mei and her entourage closing in. Their expressions were a study in artful contempt, laced with curiosity and barely concealed amusement. The atmosphere between you was thick with unspoken competition, each woman silently gauging the otherâs position on the social ladder.Â
âMiss Itadori, what a nice surprise!â Lady Mei Mei remarked, her tone dripping with false sweetness. âIt appears you are alone and unchaperoned in a garden yet again! At least, according to what the rumors say. Was it part of yet another one of your charming ploys to get what you want?"
You met her gaze with cool composure, not giving her the satisfaction of a visible reaction. "I have no clue what you're talking about."
Lady Mei Mei tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing as if appraising a particularly interesting specimen. "Really?" she mused, drawing out the word as though savoring it. "Itâs just that Lord Gojo hasnât spoken with you all day. Even if Whistledown commended you in the last issue, I wouldnât expect his interest to linger." The two ladies flanking her⸺unremarkable save for their sycophantic attachment to Mei Mei⸺giggled behind their fans, as though she had delivered a crushing blow.
You allowed yourself a small, almost imperceptible smile, one that didnât reach your eyes. "So Iâm assuming he called upon you?" you questioned sweetly, your voice laced with feigned politeness.
For a fleeting moment, Lady Mei Meiâs carefully curated composure slipped, the faintest flicker of irritation crossing her face before she regained control. She leaned in slightly, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper meant for you alone. âNone of the suitors will be interested in you any longer. The Queen may have mistakenly proclaimed you the diamond, but a pretty face, empty smiles, and hollow words can only last so long.â
âWhatever would be most convenient for you to believe.â Her words were empty and her threats dull, but you couldnât help but let it compound on the irritation you had experienced today. But you knew better than to let your tongue loose; you were quite impulsive when you had started, and you didnât want to start any scandal anytime soon. Instead, you held your ground, trying to maintain your composure (outwardly, at least) as Lady Mei Mei and her entourage turned to leave, their laughter echoing in your ears.Â
You tried to implement a few things your tutor had ingrained in you: taking deep breaths and setting your posture correctly. However, as you stood there, collecting yourself, the last thing you needed seemed to manifest before you: Satoru Gojo.
His tall figure approached you with that familiar, self-assured stride, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Ah, Miss Itadori," he greeted, a sly smile playing on his lips. You were already irritated, and it took all your will-power to stifle a groan.Â
"I couldnât help but notice you were conversing with Lord Ino," he remarked casually.
Give him a smile. "Indeed, we were enjoying a promenade. It is, after all, what young ladies and their suitors are expected to do."
âQuite the choice in company!â
KEEP up the smile. Â "He is a nobleman, and I am of noble descent. I fail to see your point, Mr. Gojo."Â
Gojoâs smile was quick and cutting. âOh, Iâve no particular quarrel with Lord Ino. Itâs simply that heâs hardly the sort Iâd expect to see on your arm. After all, heâs practically Nanamiâs lapdog.â
You felt the familiar irritation rising within you⸺and you were fighting for your life trying to keep a smile on your face⸺but you kept your tone measured. "And what, pray tell, are you implying by that, Mr. Gojo?"
"Itâs quite simple, really⸺"Â
But your patience, already worn thin, snapped at that word.
"My good sir, do you not think it rather dishonorable to speak ill of others behind their backs?" Gojo began to respond, but you cut him off. "Itâs curious how quickly opinions can change, is it not? Just the other evening, you seemed to hold me in rather low regard. Tell me, do you often dismiss people as âsimpleâ when they fail to meet any of the lofty expectations you have set? Or do you perhaps truly believe yourself to be at a station higher than others?"
Gojo stiffened, the smile slipping from his face as your words hit their mark. Before he could respond, Choso appeared at your side, his protective presence a welcome relief.
âIs there any problem, sister?â Choso asked, his tone polite yet firm as he glanced at Satoru, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Gojoâs gaze flicked to Choso, his irritation clear as he opened his mouth to make a cutting remark, and you couldnât thank the gods enough for Chosoâs mother hen tendencies. But the words faltered when he recognized who had interrupted. For a brief moment, surprise flashed in his eyes before he masked it with a tight-lipped smile.
You seized the moment, turning to Satoru with a sweet smile. âI think our time is up, Mister Gojo,â you said, your voice laced with venom.
Satoru hesitated for just a fraction of a second before nodding curtly, his expression unreadable. âOf course. Until next time, Miss Itadori.â
With that, he stepped back, allowing you and Choso to walk away toward where people were gathering for the race. As you moved through the crowd, you could feel Satoruâs gaze lingering on you, but you didnât look back.
âThat horse appears rather stout, does it not?â Yuji squinted against the blazing sun as he observed the horses from his seat beside you in the grandstand. âWhy has it garnered so many bets?â
Choso, seated protectively on your other side, kept a steady arm linked with yours. His presence was reassuring, though your irritation was directed at the figure seated just below you. Satoru Gojo, to your endless chagrin, was sitting with Lady Mei Mei, who had all but forced her way into the seat beside him. Though he tried to appear indifferent, his signature flirty remarks flowing with ease, you noticed the subtle signs of irritation crossing his face. Whether it stemmed from Lady Mei Mei's advances or from your earlier exchange, you couldn't be sure. You refused to meet his gaze, though you could feel his eyes on you intermittently as the crowd waited for the race to begin.
âMen can be quite foolish at times,â you remarked hotly, your voice carrying just enough to be overheard. âSome people value the superficial and materialistic over true substance, much like they do with horses. Blaze, for instance, has the qualities that truly matter.â
You could almost feel Gojoâs gaze intensify, and despite yourself, you glanced in his direction. Lady Mei Mei, ever the actress, feigned a stumble, exclaiming with a coy smile, âThese crowds are rather rough on a lady!â
You scoffed inwardly at her transparent attempt to press her bosom against Gojoâs arm.
âOh my,â Gojo drawled, his voice oozing concern. âWe canât have that, can we?â Ever the gallant gentleman, he interlaced his arm with hers. âHere, for extra protection. I wouldnât want a pretty lady shedding tears beside me.â
Mei Meiâs smirk was as satisfied as a serpent after a meal, and she batted her eyelashes coquettishly. âIf I were to cry, would you console me?â
âOf course,â Gojo replied smoothly. âThough I might find myself crying should my horse lose. The bets Iâve placed are rather substantial.â
A flirtatious giggle escaped Mei Meiâs lips. âThen I shall cheer with all my might, so you neednât suffer any losses, my lord.â
You were perilously close to tearing your hair out.
âI appreciate your enthusiasm, my lady,â Gojo said, taking her hand and kissing the back of it with exaggerated flourish. âBut rest assured, I am quite confident of a victory today. Thunder is swift and cunning, far superior to that... other horse. Itâs simple, reallyâThunder will win.â
Your composure cracked. âYuji,â you called, your voice sharp. Your brother, who had been lost in thought, snapped to attention. âDespite the other horseâs popularity, Blaze possesses the one quality universal to all champions: speed and diligence. The track conditions are in its favor.â
Yuji, caught off guard, blinked in confusion. âYes, of course, sister,â he mumbled, clearly unsure of why you were addressing him.
âAnd anyone who thinks otherwise,â you continued, raising your voice slightly, âis bound to lose their money. Sorely and simply.â
Gojo matched your tone, his voice ringing out. âBut of course, itâs all in good fun. Thereâs no need for hostility over a sport, is there? Both horses are fine contenders, though I remain convinced Thunder shall emerge victorious.â
Mei Mei tittered, parroting his sentiments, but you could hardly see straight for the anger coursing through you. Unable to hold back, you retorted, âHowever, it is, after all, still a race. And Blaze will win.â
By now, your exchange had drawn the attention of those around you, including your brothers. Choso and Yuji exchanged puzzled glances before Yuji asked weakly, âAre you still talking to us, sister?â Meanwhile, Chosoâs protective instincts flared, his gaze darting suspiciously between you and Gojo.
Before you could reply, the horses lined up at the starting gate, and the crowd collectively rose to their feet, including Gojo. âSteady now, Thunder!â he called out, his voice brimming with confidence.
Not to be outdone, you shouted, âCome on, Blaze!â
The bell rang, and the horses surged forward, the crowd erupting in cheers. Blaze and Thunder quickly pulled ahead, the two horses locked in a fierce battle for the lead. Thunder was currently ahead, its sleek form cutting through the track with precision.
âSteady, Thunder! Keep the lead!â Gojoâs voice was full of excitement, urging his horse onward.
Your heart raced with frustration as Blaze lagged slightly behind. âYou can do this, Blaze!â you urged, your voice rising above the din. Without thinking, you began whistling sharply, drawing alarmed looks from your brothers. The stares from the crowd meant nothing to you as you focused solely on the race.
Blaze, as if responding to your encouragement, began to accelerate, its powerful strides eating up the ground between it and Thunder. You noticed Thunderâs pace faltering, fatigue setting in, while Blaze surged ahead, pulling into the lead with a quarter of the race remaining.
Now it was Gojoâs turn to whistle, his voice tinged with desperation. âStraight to the finish line, Thunder! Donât let up!â
But Blaze only widened the gap, its momentum carrying it farther ahead. You couldnât contain your laughter, a joyous sound that bubbled up from within as Blaze crossed the finish line first, with Thunder trailing behind.
âGoddamn it,â Gojo cursed under his breath, his frustration palpable. You clapped your hands in delight, your laughter ringing out.
With deliberate grace, you placed your hands on your hips and turned to Gojo, flashing him a triumphant smile. âIâm so glad the âsimpleâ horse won,â you said, your voice dripping with satisfaction. âIt seems Iâve finally bested a duke.â
Gojoâs blue eyes bore into you, their intensity searing, but you met his glare with a boisterous laugh, savoring the victory as the crowdâs cheers and claps echoed around you. Until it was only the two of you, staring each other down.
Gojo ⸺ 0, you ⸺ 1.
Now, Duchess Gojo had always had a penchant for gossip, no one escaping her eye and observation. Of course, it was now the Whistledown era, for the unknown author could observe far more than the high-profile duchess, who was the receiver of much praise and attention due to her sonâs eligibility. But this eligibility had only been achieved because of her ability to direct the tide based on her reconnaissance, and in all her years, no could match her sass and direction. Except one.Â
"You know, Lady Itadori," the Duchess remarked, her tone laced with feigned pensiveness, "the Gojo manor in the countryside has been dreadfully quiet, and, if I may say, it has been quite some time since we last enjoyed a proper tĂŞte-Ă -tĂŞte.â
The two ladies stood together near the stands, choosing a more secluded spot from which to observe the horse race. Lady Itadori, her closest confidante, met the Duchessâs gaze with a gleam in her eye. "Indeed, I must agree."
For a moment, the two women stood in silence, their eyes surveying the scene before them. From the ladies flirting shamelessly to the gentlemen scrambling for the favor of the seasonâs debutantes, they were like spectators at a grand circus. Yet, their attention was drawn to a particular act.
Raising her fan to her lips, Lady Itadori whispered conspiratorially to the Duchess, "I might add, my diamond has been spending a considerable amount of time in your sonâs company."
The Duchess met her friendâs eyes and laughed lightly. "How many days do you wager it will take in the manor?"
Lady Itadori, now fully smirking, gave a delicate shrug. "It took you and the Duke but four days."
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Kingdom Cum
â Summary: On the eve of your wedding, you're ready to let loose and make it a night to remember. In the heart of a vibrant city, surrounded by your closest friends, you're determined to savor one last taste of freedom. But when a series of unexpected encounters transforms the celebration into something far wilder than you ever imagined, you find yourself torn between temptation and the life you're about to commit to. At Kingdom Cum, the night is bound to be steamy; leaving your desires to run high, while dangerously blurring the lines between loyalty and lust.
â mingi x f.reader x hongjoong | 3.3k words | 18+ â genre: y2k cyberpunk aesthetic nightclub, exotic dancer/stripper au, the filthiest smut iâve written in a looooong ass time
â Warnings: infidelity (Y/N is at her bachelorette party) double penetration and double teaming (youâre welcome in advance), fingering, oral sex (female receiving), partial voyeurism and exhibitionism, breast play, light bondage (bride sash used as a restraint), spanking, begging, semi public sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, doggy deluxe, edging, deep dicking, belly bulge, clit pinching, ass enthusiast!hongjoong, teasing expert!mingi, well behaved!reader, multiple orgasms, sloppy oral sex, cock swallowing, cock choking, throat fucking, size kink, heavy praising, slight degradation, creampies, cum play, cum stuffing, overstimulation, the slightest power play, mingiâs got a magic cross dick piercing (bc why not hehe iâm feeling evil) thereâs probably more Iâm missing
â Networks: @ksmutsociety @k-vanity
â Author Note: a big thank you to beezy @hobeemin for beta editing, to cherry @shuadotcom, summer @beomcoups, booki @kwanisms, and maren @wooahaeproductions for hyping me up and letting me scream about this!
And also to sevn @aaagustd & nabi @jenoslutie for being my sprinting partners for several days i would have never finished this without the motivation fr, ILYSM <3
Itâs almost midnight, and the real fun is about to begin. Itâs your bachelorette weekend, and youâre surrounded by your closest friends, ready to celebrate in style.
The city lights glimmer outside, but all laughter and music are inside. Drinks flow as you and your crew revel in the weekend's freedom. Youâve been looking forward to this escape for months and with your girls by your side, the energy is electric.
The night is young, the city is yours, and the party is only getting started.
âJust wait, Iâve heard they strip everything,â Yeri says, emphasizing her last word.
âThey better be hot,â Sunny jokes, lifting her cup to sip her drink. Youâre all sitting at a table in Kingdom Cum, a popular cyberpunk nightclub thatâs known for having the two best after-dark dancers in the city - SpankMaster and SlickNasty.
âHi ladies,â a male says from behind your group, âWe canât show you everything, but you wonât be disappointed.â
Turning to look, you see that itâs a gorgeous man with a blue streak running through his tousled hair. He runs his ring-covered fingers through his colorful strands, furthering the messy-styled look.
âI heard earlier that a bachelorette party would be joining us tonight. After spotting you sexy ladies, I knew you had to be the group.â
His eyes land on you, âYou must be the bride.â
Itâs obvious, you canât pretend otherwise - even if you want to. Youâre wearing a slutty white bra top (per Yeriâs demand), and white cheetah print pants with a ridiculous silk sash that says âFuture Mrs.â across the middle.
âMingi, better known as SlickNasty, at your service,â He says, extending a hand toward you. His fingers brush yours before gently lifting your hand to his lips. Mingiâs eyes never leave yours, holding your gaze as he places a soft, lingering kiss on the back of your hand.
It feels way more intimate than itâs probably meant to be.
As he finishes, he lowers your hand slowly, releasing it with a sly smile that hints at something more.
Or maybe thatâs exactly how he meant itâŚ
âAnd here comes the other half of tonightâs show,â Mingi says directing your attention to the next stunning man walking over to your table.
âHello ladies, Iâm Hongjoong, your SpankMaster. My pleasure to meet you,â he says, his voice deep yet smooth, brimming with confidence that radiates from his effortless demeanor. âWeâre here to steal the lovely bride-to-be for the first performance.â He winks at Sunny, whose cheeks instantly heat up.
âOh, yeah, absolutely! Take her away!â She blurts, practically pushing you out of your seat and into their arms. You rise to your feet and follow them as they lead you backstage.
âAlright, hot stuff,â Hongjoong says once youâre hidden behind the curtain. âExcuse my manners, I forgot to ask for your name.â
âIâm Y/N.â
âHere,â Mingi directs you to sit down on the chair conveniently placed at the center of the stage. He stands to your left, hovering over you as Hongjoong leans in on the right side.
âJust gotta confirm before the show starts, do we have your consent to touch you on stage?â Mingi questions an inch away from your heated face.
âYes,â You nod, giving them permission.
âThatâs a good girl,â Mingi whispers in your ear. Before you have time to react, the curtains sweep open, and bright lights flood the stage, momentarily blinding you. Over the rush of excitement, you can hear your friends cheering wildly from their table.
The two explode onto the stage with electrifying energy, their movements sharp, fluid, and in perfect sync with the pounding beats. A few backup dancers join behind where you are seated. Theyâre all dressed in neon, complementing the trendy punk looks of Mingi and Hongjoong.
The stage vibrates with power as they hit every beat with precision, seamlessly blending their different styles together.
âHowâs everyone doing tonight,â SpankMaster (Hongjoong) grins, swaying his hips to the beat as he struts down the catwalk of the stage. He poses at the end, teasing all the women in the room as he slowly lifts a corner of his tank top.
He drops the fabric and wags a finger, âNot quite yet, I wanna hear you scream for it.â The crowd erupts, giving him exactly what he demands and he chuckles.
âThatâs good, very good actually,â he praises. âSlickNasty, you think you can help me out?â
Mingi saunters over until heâs behind Hongjoong, resting his hands on his friendâs shoulders before running them down his chest. He bunches the thin fabric between his fingers and tears Hongjoongâs shirt right down the middle, leaving the shreds to fall onto the stage.
They turn around, gyrating their hips to the beat and in sync with one another, before walking back over to where you are seated.
âReady to have some fun?â Mingiâs breath tickles your neck as he straddles your lap. He hovers above you before crossing his arms and slowly lifting his shirt off next, tossing it somewhere offstage where two women fight over it.
As Mingi dances, his gaze remains fixed on yours, an unspoken connection pulsing between you both with every move. The music echoes around you, but it's the intensity of his eyes that holds your attention, drawing you in deeper.
Even as his body twists and sways in rhythm, he never breaks eye contact, as if the entire room has faded away and it's just the two of you in this moment. Each glance feels deliberate, filled with a mix of arrogance and something darker that keeps you locked in, unable to look away.
The rest of the song is a blur of skin and muscles. Every roll of Mingiâs hips has your insides burning more and more. The air is thick and heavy, like the calm before a storm. And boy, do you want it him to rain down on you.
His movements overflow with unspoken words, and tension hums beneath the surface. Itâs electric and suffocating, as if any moment could tip the scales and send everything spiraling out of control. That thought pools heat between your thighs.
Hongjoong saunters back over toward you, pausing to tap Mingi on the shoulder. Itâs their signal to one another, and they switch positions effortlessly.
Mingi returns to the front of the stage, dancing energetically while engaging with the crowd, drawing them in with his cocky presence.
Hongjoong has a sideways grin on his face as he pulls you to your feet. âShow me your moves, hot stuff," he teases with a grin, twirling you around with effortless grace. As the spin ends, he slides down your side, fluidly and playfully, syncing perfectly with the rhythm of the music.
Swaying your hips against his, you raise an arm to your hair to release the claw clip currently holding it up. Tossing your head back, you let the curls bounce around you as move to the beat. Your friendsâ screams fade into the background as you lose yourself in the moment.
Mingi watches you, his eyes all dark and broody. Heâs entranced, stuck under your spell as you grind against his best friend. His eyes lock with Hongjoongâs and they share a silent exchange, and with a quick nod, agree on the matter.
Your moment is suddenly interrupted when the crowd erupts into chaos, the lights dimming, and then it dawns on you. Their set is over. This is over. Damn.
The backup performers step out from the shadows and down into the crowd, pulling fellow show-goers to the open dance floor. The DJ picks up the tempo as more and more people leave their seats to join in on the fun, including your friends who are dancing with a few hotties themselves.
The curtains shut dramatically again, closing you off from the outside world.
âFollow me,â A stagehand says, grabbing your attention and directing you backstage with SpankMaster and SlickNasty.
âUmâŚWhat now?â you ask nervously as the two look at each other knowingly. âI should-uh. I should head back, right?â You awkwardly point to the front of the venue.
âWell, now you have a decision to make,â Hongjoong smirks. âYou can go back to your friendsâŚâ
âOr you can stay here with us,â Mingi finishes, cracking open the door to his dressing room, inviting you to join them.
Your gaze travels back and forth between the two. Half of you knows better than to pretend like you donât know what will happen if you go in there. But the other half of you is dying to find out if youâre right. It is your last night of freedom, how can you turn down this chance?
âDo you trust us?â Mingi asks, pulling you from your battling thoughts.
âYes.â
Your stomach twists in anticipation as they shut the door behind you, and with a decisive click, youâre locked inside.
Mingi is the first to touch you, his large hands wrapping around your bare waist, pulling your backside up against his front. Those same hands slide up to your breasts, kneading them lightly at first. You moan, reaching backward to clutch his strong thighs, your nails digging into them as his grip tightens.
âYouâre gonna be a fun one, arenât you,â Mingi chuckles in your ear, nipping at it gently before pulling away from you. He joins Hongjoong whoâs sitting on the black couch, waiting.
âLast chance to leave, sweetheart,â Hongjoong warns, tapping the space between him and Mingi. Your legs move before your mind and heart even catch up to what you truly want, what you crave.
You should be running back to your friends, and yet, you sit.
âGood girl,â Hongjoong murmurs before crashing his lips against yours. His tongue tickles the corner of your lips, demanding to be let inside.
Simultaneously, Mingi works to undo your pants. You lift your hips, giving him space to drag the fabric down your hips, leaving them in a pile on the floor.
âDamn, baby,â he groans, looking at your damp panties. âLook how worked up you already are. Spread your legs for us. Let us see how wet you are.â
You comply and are kindly rewarded when Mingiâs fingers pull your panties to the side. Sucking in a sharp breath, your head falls back as he spreads your dewy folds open with his digits.
âIs the fact that Iâm fingering you while my best friend watches getting you all worked up?â he questions devilishly, already knowing the answer. Your face twists in pleasure with every curl of his fingers.
Mingiâs other hand wraps around your hair, pulling your mouth to his. He sucks in your bottom lip, surprising you when he bites down.
Hongjoong sucks on your exposed neck, then hovers above the spot he created, pleased with the purplish spot already growing. One of his hands dips down between your legs, meeting Mingiâs as he adds another two fingers inside you.
âThis pretty little cuntâs gotta get stretched out if sheâs gonna take both of us. Do you want that?â Hongjoong asks, his voice all husky.
âYes,â you breathe shakily, âI want that so bad.â
Their fingers quicken, pumping in perfect sync, each thrust inward hits that sweet spot that has you dancing dangerously close to the edge.
âPlease, please!â you cry out, begging for release.
âThatâs it, gorgeous. Let us hear those pretty moans,â Hongjoong praises.
Your body inevitably tenses as shockwaves rush through your body, pleasure pulsating head to toe as your insides contract around their slowing fingers.
Mingi tilts his head and grins. âAre you ready?â he asks as youâre catching your breath.
Before the words âfor whatâ even have time to register in your brain, he moves from his spot next to you and kneels between your legs. Swiftly placing his hands behind your knees, he yanks you forward. âI know what to do to make this kitty purrrrrr,â he rolls his tongue, âAre you ready to find out why they call me SlickNasty?â
âGod, yes,â you plead as he rips your useless panties off, throwing the remaining fabric elsewhere.
Mingi delves into your soaked center, and he moans deliciously, loving your sweet taste. The one thing he loves most in the world is pleasing a woman with his tongue; the satisfaction he gets is unmatchable.
His tongue licks up your slit, circling the sensitive nub several times, making your legs shake and his length stiffen.
âSuch a good slut. Look at you, trying to fuck my tongue,â Mingi rasps as you push back against his mouth.
Youâre a moaning mess, frozen in pleasure, and Hongjoong takes the opportunity to untie the back of your top. He tosses it aside with the rest of the clothing that is quickly disappearing.
He sucks one of your velvety peaks into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth before sucking to alleviate the pain.
Hongjoong massages your other breast with his hand while his mouth continues its beautiful assault on your hardening point. He releases his lips only briefly, blowing air over your wet mound, before swapping to the other side.
âFuck, I need more,â you beg, arching your back off the couch.
As if they know that youâre on the precipice of coming again, the two men work harder; Mingiâs tongue lapping your folds as his nose rubs against your sensitive clit, Hongjoongâs teeth tugging on your nipple.
A moan tears through you, your body convulsing as your second orgasm courses through your veins.
Without giving you time to come down from your high, Mingi flips your body over in one quick movement, leaving you on your hands and knees. He stands at the end of the couch, shoving his leather pants down and freeing his cock.
Your mouth waters as you take in the size of him. Something reflects in the light, and your eyes quickly land on his tip. Itâs pierced, with two bars crossing over each other, creating the perfect âXâ marks the spot.
âOpen wide for me, pretty girl,â he says, quickly shoving his length into your stunned mouth. Heâs hot and heavy, just his tip alone fills your mouth. You stretch your jaw, opening as wide as you can to take in more of him.
Something feral inside Mingi switches when he notices his cock creating a bulge in your throat. He growls, grabbing a fistful of your hair to hold your head steady while he watches it move as he does.
Hongjoong undresses behind you, quickly finding his place at your backside. He takes a moment to enjoy your ass from this angle, gazing unapologetically before raising a hand to slap the perfectly untouched skin.
Your flesh jiggles from the impact, and he rubs the area to relieve the stinging. He admires the redness growing across your cheeks as he spanks you again and again.
You moan, vibrating around Mingiâs cock.
âI think she likes that, what do you think Hongjoong?â Mingi says through gritted teeth.
âI know something sheâll like even more,â Hongjoong answers before slamming his thick length into your heat.
âOh yeah,â he practically purrs, loving the way you take all of him. With every hard thrust from Hongjoong, you choke around Mingiâs cock.
Mingi wipes the drool dripping down from your chin before gripping your jaw, âYouâre just a toy thatâs meant to be stuffed from both ends, isnât that right?â
You nod as much as you are able with his length still shoved deep down your throat.
âSuch a good toy,â Hongjoong compliments, awarding your ass with another hard smack. Your nails dig into the arm of the couch to keep from falling over.
Holy fuck.
Mingiâs cock twitches, but he holds back. Heâs got other plans on where his cum will be spilling tonight. He makes eye contact with Hongjoong, and they share the same thought as he slips out of your wrecked mouth.
You mewl at the loss of contact when Hongjoong also pulls out. But before you have time to ask questions, Mingi lifts you and carries you over to his vanity, gently setting you down against the cool marble countertop.
Hongjoongâs eyes land on something white and silky on the floor; he smirks at his finding.
Perfect, he thinks, grabbing it from the ground and twisting it in his hands as he saunters over toward you. Your mind registers that itâs your âbrideâ sash.
âHold your wrists out.â You do as you're told, and he ties it around them. He lifts your joined hands over your head, pinning them in place. âWill you keep them there?â he asks.
âYes,â you whisper, keeping them lifted when he removes his hands.
Your eyes wash across both menâs bodies, their cocks resting up against their abs. Itâs the best sight in the world.
They look to you for approval as they line their cocks lined up with your center. You nod repeatedly, silently begging them to fuck you already.Â
Slowly, they both push into your needy cunt. You feel the cool metal of Mingiâs piercing glide against your inner walls as they sink into you.
Mingi tosses his head back once heâs pushed to the hilt; the position shows off his tense neck veins.
Meanwhile, Hongjoong hisses as his body goes rigid. Taking in a couple of deep breaths, he regains his composure and turns his head toward Mingi, giving a slight nod to say itâs go-time.
You scream out when they pull back, slamming back into you before you even have time to register. Pain mixed with pleasure at the stretch you out.
âYou can take it, I know you can,â Hongjoong says, his hand gripping your waist.
âSo fucking tight,â Mingi groans.
Your eyes land on your lower stomach, where you can see their cocks practically rearranging your insides. Moaning as you watch the bulge move in and up and down motion, your arms momentarily fall while distracted.
Hongjoong growls, grabbing your bound wrists and slamming them back up against the wall. His thrusts get slightly sporadic, getting closer to his own release.
Your body glistens with sweat, and Mingi is entranced by your perfect tits with perky nipples bouncing in circles as they hammer into you.
You hook your legs around both men, crying out when Hongjoong pinches your clit.
âCome. Now.â
Mingiâs demand has your mouth watering from the sheer dominance laced in his voice. Your eyes flutter as your face twists, accepting your fate as you succumb to orgasm number three.
Hongjoong grunts as your walls tighten around both cocks. His eyes roll back as he releases his creamy load into you. He shudders, pulling out of you and watching some of his cum drips onto the floor below.
Mingi growls after Hongjoong steps back, lifting one of your legs as he pounds into you one, two, three more times until his cum shoots through your soft folds.
Youâre perfectly content and ruined, unable to move.
âDidnât I say that would be fun?â Mingi says after noticing your blissfully fucked face. He leaves a quick kiss on your cheek before stepping back to clean himself.
When he returns, youâre about to reach for one of the tissues he has in hand when youâre quickly stopped by Hongjoong.
âAh, ah, ah.â He shakes a finger, before putting two between your legs, stuffing their creamy mixture back up into your heat.
âThatâs for later, when youâre missing us,â he winks, handing you your pants to slip on while Mingi reaches for your top.
âSo, you better get back to your friends,â Mingi says, stepping back after he helps you into your shirt. âWe donât want them to think you got lost for good.â
Hongjoong taps you on the ass lightly as youâre led to the door, âGoodbye, hot stuff.â He smirks. âGood luck with the wedding.â
âŚOh yeahâŚ
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synopsis: experiencing love in your last year of high school was totally unexpected, especially when itâs the fact that you had fallen for the boy everyone wants. what you werenât prepared for was the troubles that came with it. however, you were willing to pay the price just for the sake of love.Â
pairings: non-idol!jay x afab!reader
genre: acquaintances to lovers, high school au, romance, angst, coming of age (?)
warning(s): profanities, (slight) slut shaming, underage drinking and partying
wc: 6.7k
a/n: last fic of 2023! thank you for all the support 𫶠a little piece dedicated to everyone and also those who loves this song equally as much as me! please leave a feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated! muah xx
masterlist | Š jaylver all rights reserved.
Finding love was the last thing you had on your list right now.
It was the final year of high school. Everyone was freaking out over the fact that they were growing older and their time in high school was over. The Californian air couldn't be any more duller after that. Senior prom and graduation preparations were already starting even though it was just the start of the year. What was stopping them anyway?Â
Being a teenager was art, but what they didn't tell you about growing up was the process of falling in love.Â
It was torture. Witnessing people in love all around you while you struggled with advancing past the talking stage. No, it wasn't fair. However, having cupid strike its bow at you unexpectedly one day was the worst of crimes.
You know the embarrassing feeling when you see your classmates outside of school? Right. That was how you felt the moment Park Jong Seong walked into your mother's clinic, your eyes widening behind the counter. Must you be responsible for the counter at this very hour?
âHeyâY/N?â
Jay was a classmate. You didn't really know him and neither did he know much about you. It was just neutral, where you coexist in the same space until the bell rings and the day ends. You get the gist.Â
That doesn't exclude the point where Jay was widely known, though. He wasn't like his popular jock friends or an athlete whatsoever. Instead, he was a studious guy who kept his reputation clean. Basically, he was your typical golden boy. You knew he wasn't completely innocent to an extent, but at least he was good at hiding it.Â
There is no denying that everyone wants him. He was a nice guy paired with strong, distinct features. It was no secret he was also known for his looks and caring manners.
âJay? What are you doing here?âÂ
He was wrapped in a thick hoodie, hands hidden in his pants pocket. âCaught a cold. I thought I should drop by to see a doctor and get some medicine,â
âOh no,â you tried your best at giving a concerned expression, though you were busy skimming through files on the laptop. âDo you have a record here?â
âI do. Not my first time,â
You tried for his full legal name instead of âJay Parkâ and thankfully, his record showed up. âFound it,â you glanced up just to find him staring back at you. This was probably the first time you were this close to him, enough to be able to distinguish the moles on his face.
âI'll call you in a bit,â
You did what you always do every time, inform your mother and call the patients in. But Jay wasn't just another patient to you. When you called his name, you watched as he got closer, casting you a sweet smile right before he disappeared behind the door, leaving you to your seat at the counter, overthinking the littlest details that you knew you'd have to spill to your best friend after.
Jay waited patiently by the counter once it was time to pay. His gaze followed your every move as you got his prescribed medicine and stuffed them carefully into a bag.Â
âHere you go,â you passed the bag over, then accepted the cash he had been holding for a while. âThanks,â you muttered, taking the chance at avoiding eye contact when you slipped the cash into the register.
âThank you too,â Jay said, immediately gaining your attention. He was still managing a smile even though you could tell he was shivering slightly.Â
âNo problem. Rest well,â you took a piece of candy from your own bowl of personal sweets stash. âHere,âÂ
âCandy?â
You nodded, humming softly.Â
âThanks,â his voice was quieter, sounding as if he was in disbelief. Unbeknownst to you, his eyes twinkled, a hint of fascination lingered. âI'll see you around, Y/N.â
âSee you.â
That night, you laid awake replaying the encounter you had with Jay. It was the first time you've ever talked to him, and it was barely anything, but you somehow understood why people liked him by then. Not like you didn't like him initially, you meant, romantically.
It was definitely an odd place to meet and talk to him. Out of all the possible places, it just had to be your motherâs clinic that none of your peers came to once, that was until him. But somehow, it was the right timing despite the location. It was the wrong place at the right time.
Who knew his cold and your candy would soon start something neither of you expected.
âDo you wish you made out with him or something?â
Telling Yunjin about it was probably the best and worst idea. Sure, she could be a great moral support, except she lacked filters when needed.
âWhat the fuckâno!â You glanced around, hoping none of the passing students heard your stupid discussions. âHe's hot but not like that, at all,â
âSo you admit he's hot!â
You rolled your eyes, chucking the bag of Doritos back to her. âI never said he wasn't,â
âYou intended it, said you didn't get the âhypeâ around him,âÂ
âUntil now!â You threw your hands up in surrender, only getting a cackle from Yunjin as a response. âWhatever. It's a one time thing. He's out of my league. It's a whole âYou Belong with Meâ music video type of situation excluding me being friends with him,â
âYou're yapping at this point,â
âThanks, I know,â
âIt's not that serious, Y/N. You fighting your life trying to defend yourself only makes it seem like you're in denial,â why must she always be on point?
âWhatever, whatever,â you waved her off, stubbornly ignoring what she said. âI'm at the back of the line anyway, I should be worrying about graduation and college,â
âOh right!â Yunjin physically jumped, her backpack shook. âI need your opinion on something.â
That whole Jay discourse had swarmed your head that was currently leaning against the window. You purposely picked a seat by the window at the back of the class, hoping for some space to think since it was a class you didn't have with Yunjin.Â
âA dollar for your thoughts?â
To your right stood Jay, shouldering his backpack and offering a warm smile. You knew you shared this class with him, but to have him walk up to you at that very moment was something beyond unexpected.
âHey,â you greeted rather stiffly, not knowing what to do now that you were put under the spot. âWâwhat are you doing standing there?â Facepalm.
âOhâdo you mind if I sit beside you?â He pointed at the empty seat next to you, and you shook your head. You usually sat with random classmates anyway, having no close friends in this class was a struggle.Â
Jay's face broke into a smile of relief, plotting his bag down before taking a seat. âThanks, I don't really have anyone I know here,â
âYou don't?â That's weird. You always noticed how people naturally swarmed around Jay's table, either greeting him or chatting with him.
âNot really. None of them are really my friends,â
But you were?
âYou're a friend to me, though,â he added, as if reading your mind at that instant.
You were taken aback, but you hid it well, masking it with nonchalance. âReally?â
He nodded, a sincere smile that told you he meant it. You let yourself loose this time, reciprocating his smile. âI'm honoured,â
âI'm even more honoured.â
Throughout the class, you didn't miss the occasional glances from him and neither did you stop yourself from looking at him. He was much more breathtaking up close. Who were you to deny that?
By the end of the class, the bell rang and everyone started to pack up, some already rushing out in a hurry. You, on the other hand, was too caught up in your headspace to notice Jay was already done tidying up beside you and was waiting for his queue.
âUhâY/N?â he tapped you on your shoulder, stealing your attention at once. You stared at him expectantly, blinking with curiosity behind your eyes.
âYeah?â You dragged the word out slightly, packing your last book into your bag.
âWould you like to go to a party this weekend?â
A party? That'd be your first.
âWhere's that? Can I bring my friend too?â
âYes and it's at Jake's house,â he winced, forgetting you're not one of those frequent party goers. âI'll text you the detailsâwait, I don't even have your number,â he laughed awkwardly, which only made you smile.
âReal smooth, Jay,â you signalled for his phone, and he grabbed it out of his jeans pocket without saying a word, eyes following your move as you typed in your number.Â
When you handed his phone back, he didnât hesitate to press the call button. Obviously, you heard your ringtone coming from your backpack. You glanced at Jay, giving him a face that was saying âreally?â, quite incredulous that heâd doubted you.Â
âJust wanted to be sure,â he smiled, scratching the back of his neck out of awkwardness. âIâll make sure to text you,â he held his phone up, waving it a little and slowly getting up from his seat, to which you followed suit. At that moment, the classroom was already almost empty, so it was just a few lingering students with you and Jay, but it all felt like you were in a completely different universe altogether.
âCool,âÂ
âCool,â Jay echoed after you, and you resisted yourself from laughing. Apparently he noticed your tight smile and smiled along with you. Wordlessly, you two communicated through each of your smiles even as you walked side by side out the door.Â
âWhich way are you going?â he was quick to ask, eyes shining with expectations.
âIâm going that way,â you pointed to the right, down the busy corridor.
âOh,â Jay visibly faltered, the expectations he held behind his gaze were crushed. âIâm heading that way,â he pointed to the left, the opposite direction of where youâre going.Â
âI guess thatâs it for today,â you patted his shoulder, unbeknownst to how Jay had froze under your touch for a second. âUntil our next class together, then,â
âSee you,â he waved, gradually backing away.
You couldnât help but grin. âBye!âÂ
You watched as he walked away, his back now fully facing you. It took you another beat before your feet were willing you away to where you were meant to go. But what you failed to realise as you concentrated on your steps was Jay turning his head back to catch a glimpse of you, his head only filled with the thoughts of you.
Heâs so screwed.
Staying at the library was the last resort for you once you got to know Yunjin had an impromptu extra hour class after school. She promised she'd take you to the pool, considering the weather was only getting hotter day by day. But you suppose it'd have to wait for now.
What was worse, the heatwave or high school? Trick question.
The library was mostly empty by this hour, only a couple of students remained to either study or chill around just like you. It was one of those times where you wondered why you didn't explore more. As you wandered along the towering shelves filled with old books, you caught sight of an interesting looking one.
Instinctively, you pulled the book out of the shelf without thinking twice. But what caught your eyes wasn't the cover of the book or the book itself in general. Instead, it was the pair of eyes staring back at you through the small gap from where the book originally sat.
The most surprising bit of all was you knew and recognised who those eyes belonged to. Jay.
Your eyes widened, so did he once he saw your reaction. For some inexplicable reason, you stood up straight, unknowingly fixing your hair out of a nervous habit.Â
You were nervous? It's just Jay. No, wait, that's probably why. It's Jay. How were you not going to feel nervous around him?
Quick, think! Were you going to find him in the next aisle or run away. Maybe not the latter. You turned on your heel and walked forward, deciding to find Jay and greet him out of courtesy.Â
You were just about to turn the corner when you stumbled into the man you were looking for, perfect. Actually, not perfect. The moment you crashed into him, you stumbled into his chest and his hands flew up to catch you, the book originally in his possession dropped to the ground with a firm thud.
There you were, literally in his arms and looking frenzied. His wide eyes matched yours. It took a few beats and a moment for your mind to formulate what's happening for you to finally push yourself from him, absolutely flustered from embarrassment.
âHey,â you dusted your front in an attempt to hide your burning cheeks.
âHi,â he replied rather breathlessly, mirroring your rosy cheeks.
The book that fell to the ground suddenly became unimportant to Jay, but to you, it was a mark that was burning into the precious floorings. You moved fast and picked up the book, yet you weren't quick to hand it back, instead you took a look at it.
âPride and Prejudice?â You noted from the old cover, then glanced at him, a glint of interest sparked. âDidn't know you're like that,â you extended the book out to him.Â
He took the book back into his possession, smiling rather sweetly. âLiterature is the death of me,â
âIsn't it a selective subject?â
âIt is. I was an idiot for thinking I could hold on,â he rolled his eyes, making you giggle softly.
âI'm sure you will. You'reâlikeâEinstein smart,â
âAre you trying to stroke my ego right now?â He crossed his arms, leaning onto the bookshelf ever so casually.
âNo, I'm just pointing it out. You literally rank in the top 5 every year! It's annoying,â
âIs it so?â
âVery much,â
âShould I be flattered? I'm flattered,â he bowed dramatically, unable to hide his smug smile. It was your turn to roll your eyes, shaking your head at him. He only let out a laugh at your reaction. âWhat are you doing here at this time anyway?â
âOhâYunjin, my friend, had a random impromptu class so she had to stay back. I was waiting for her since sheâs bringing me to go swim, but now I donât know if thatâs happening,â
âYou could always stop by my place for a swim,â
You blinked, head tilting to one side. âWhat?â
Jay seemed to have become embarrassed judging from the reddening tips of his ears that you were (thankfully) oblivious to. âI have a pool, and my parents are out of town for maybe a few months or so for work, so itâs practically unused,â
âWhat about your friends? Donât they go over to swim?â
âThey do, but theyâre looking to take more advantage of it by wanting to throw a party soon since my parents are away,â he grumbled in the last part.
âWell, are you?â
âI guess? I donât mind it,â he hummed, bright eyes flickering to you. âWill you come if I do?â
âIf Iâm invited,â
âObviously you are,â Jay said matter-of-factly, eyebrows raised. âSo what do you say?â
âSure,â
âGreat. Iâll hold you to it,â he snapped his fingers, and was basically beaming now. It only made you form more visible heart eyes. âBut for now, Iâll see you at Jakeâs party,â
 âDeal.â
That day, you left the library with a lovesick smile instead of a book. You didnât even get annoyed after knowing it was too late for a trip to the pool, and obviously Yunjin caught onto that. On the walk home, you thought about him and the party. Anxiety and anticipation were both building up, until he came up in mind again and everything disappeared.
You got lovestruck and it went straight to your head. It was almost the first time youâve actually felt the way youâre feeling now, nobody had once made you fully experience every emotion of having a crush in your years in high school. No one was even capable of it, that was until Jay appeared into your life.Â
Going to bed that same night, you thought of him again. At that point, you wondered if he would materialise in your bedroom from the amount of times you had him in your head. Maybe heâd be accidentally manifested into life.Â
Tossing and turning, you kicked your feet at the imaginations you had of him. Upon realising your own behaviour, you covered your face with a pillow and screamed into it. Were you crazy? Oh my God, you were!Â
Then it hit you.
Youâre admitting this now. You like Park Jong Seong.Â
âI canât believe weâre here,â
Yunjin was currently having the best of her life even though nothing has happened yet and you both had just arrived at Jakeâs house.Â
The walk in was already shocking. On the lawn of Jakeâs house were knocked out drunks, then by the door were people making out and doing weird things you didnât want to think of again. You were surprised that everything happening before you was something youâve seen in movies and you were actually experiencing that now.Â
âIs this even ⌠legal?â you glanced around, cringing at the tacky set ups and badly picked music in the background.
âNo. But youâve drunk before, so who are you to say?â
âTouche,âÂ
Wandering further into the house, you realised there were many people here, but you weren't surprised at all. Jake was a well known footballer anyway, how could he not be popular in the first place?
"Y/N!"
At the sound of your name being called, you looked over your shoulder to see Jay approaching you. His eyes carried the same kind of brightness he has around you, the corner of his lips were curved up into a wide smile. Let's not forget how he has his hair styled up at that moment. Was he expecting you to not feel anything?
"Jay! Hey," you waved meekly at him until he was standing before you. You noticed his gaze on your friend who was standing beside you, a look of unfamiliarity clearly written in his expressions. "This is Yunjin, by the way,"
Yunjin and Jay both greeted each other amicably, though a little awkward but it was natural for it to be like that. Jay turned to look at you, eyebrows raised. "This would be a great chance to introduce my friends butâ"
"Jay!"
"I take that back,"Â
You and your friend exchanged a brief look, stifling your laughter at Jay's demeanour. He was flailing his hand to get his friend to come closer, and by then, you could recognise who it was.Â
"Bro, why were you running around all night? Were you expecting someoneâoh, hey," Jake, the host of the party and the popular footballer, had finally taken account of you and your friend's presence. "I'm Jake, nice to meet you,"
"Likewise, I'm Y/N,"
"Yunjin,"Â
"Y/N and Yunjin, you guys are new faces around here,"Â
"It's not really our scene," you nudged Yunjin a little, and she nodded in agreement. It's true, you and her equally preferred a night in with a romcom playing than this. But you'd make it an exception this time, and maybe the next time for Jay's party.Â
"You're always welcomed. Any friend's of Jay or friend's of Jay's friend are welcomed to our party," Jake patted Jay's back, while the latter only rolled his eyes at his friend.
"Jake! Your toilet's cloggedâ" another one you recognised to be a part of the friend group appeared out of the blue. It was Sunghoon. Star hockey player and basically every girl's crush, he was known for his wits, charming good looks, and crazy hockey skills, duh.Â
If you told yourself from months back that you'd somehow become friends with Jay and meet his friends, you'd think you're crazy.Â
"Hey, sorry," Sunghoon winced, but gave Jake a pointed look after. Jake scoffed in annoyance, then left with a huff and a wave of goodbye to you and Yunjin. "Sorry 'bout that, I'm Sunghoon,"
"I'm Yunjin," when did she become this bold? Whatever it was, you were willing to support her.
"I'm Y/N,"Â
"You're Y/N?" Sunghoon gasped quietly, glancing between you and Jay, interest forming in his head.
Jay slapped the back of Sunghoon's head, and in the midst of the latter's grumbles, he could only smile awkwardly at you. "Shut up," he hissed to Sunghoon.
"First, ouch. Second, whatever," Sunghoon bumped Jay roughly with his shoulder. "Wanna get some drinks?"
"I'm fine, I'll pass. Maybe Yunjin can go along with you?" You eyed Yunjin, and you saw her giving you those 'i owe you my life' type of eyes.Â
"Sure," Sunghoon smiled at Yunjin, but gave Jay a firm nudge, his gaze alone conveying the message. Apparently bro telepathy was a thing, because in a few seconds, he decided Jay was staying with you and wandered off along with your best friend.Â
"It's just us two now," you said, as if it wasn't already obvious.Â
"Yeah," Jay was equally stiff as you were. "Sounds crazy, but do you want to go up to the room? It's a little loud here,"
"I don't think it's 'a little' but totally, sure. Lead the way," you figured Jay was familiar with his way since it was quite literally his best friend's house.
He wordlessly took your hand and intertwined it with his. It was so casual and sudden that it was unexpected, knocking the breath out of you. He made sure you were walking in front of him the whole time, hand never leaving yours and only gripping tighter as he held you close to avoid the crowd.Â
In a world of boys, he was a gentleman.Â
He eventually brought you to a quiet room down the hall upstairs, into a bedroom that was decorated much simpler. You guessed it was the guest room, it would've made most sense.Â
"Do you normally bring girls here?"Â
Jay's face contorted into a mix of shock and disbelief, arms thrown into the air. "Whatâno!"
"Really?"
"What makes you think that?"
You shrugged, taking a seat on the bed. "I don't know? Well, everyone wants youâ"
That was your crime.
"âyou're popular, smart, cute, kind andâam I talking too much?" You paused, feeling the bed dip beneath you as Jay joined your side.Â
"I like it," he hummed, turning to look at you. "I like you,"
You blinked. One second. Two seconds.Â
"What?" Your eyes were widening, whereas Jay was just staring back calmly with an unwavering smile.
"I like you, Y/N," the confession rolled off his tongue like a secret he has been keeping for too long. The eyes that were searching for yours were filled with longing and hope.
Was this really happening right now?
"I like you too, Jay,"Â
It felt like the world had stopped and it was just you and him there. You were taking in his confession and so was he. It might've been silent but it was comfortable.Â
"Can Iâ" he leaned in, but stopping just an inch away from your lips. You could feel his breath on yours, noses making contact. That was how close he was.Â
"Yeah,"Â
Just before Jay could press his lips against yours, the door burst open and you jumped, literally. You heard a thud too, and realised Jay was on the floor.Â
You turned to look at the door, finding the culprit standing there awkwardly. It was Jake, and he, too, was self aware that he had crashed an important private moment.
"UhâI just wanted to find JayâŚ"
"Jake, if you don't close that door right now, I swearâ"
Jay didn't even need to finish his sentence when Jake slammed the door shut, yelling out 'sorry's and saying he'd be waiting for Jay down the hall. Talk about awkward encounters.Â
You locked eyes with Jay, who looked thoroughly embarrassed but also humoured. It didn't take long before you burst out laughing and he joined along. Soon, he returned to his original spot next to you too.
"That was ⌠bad,"
"It was," you were fidgeting with your hands, suddenly nervous. "I guess the timing wasn't right,"
"It really wasn't,"
Silence fell between the two of you, and there was something in your mind that was bugging you. "Does this mean we're âŚ?" You didn't need to finish what you were saying for Jay to get the meaning.Â
"I mean, do you want to try it out first? We don't need to rush into anything, don't even need to be official. I just wanted you to know how I feel,"Â
"I can do slow," you nodded, catching a brief glimpse of Jay.Â
"I'll always be waiting for you," Jay took your hand in his, and that was when you finally had the courage to meet his eyes again. "Whenever you're ready."
People say dating the popular guy was a bad idea, but for once, you were willing to let loose and give your heart a go.
Who knew the start of your newfound romance would soon blossom into a whirlwind of tears, love, and scandalous teen romance.
"So you're dating him now?"
Having Yunjin scream into your ear in the morning during the first period was not surprising. Maybe telling her everything over the phone and leaving her hanging wasn't the best idea. It wasn't your fault she was hungover anyway.
"Shush! Do you want everyone to know?"
"I'm sure everyone knows by now,"
You gave her a puzzled look. "What do you mean?"
"Jake kinda saw you guys, then he blabbered it to Sunghoon, and I guess others heard it because he was not quiet about it,"
Jake. You heaved a sigh, shaking your head a bit. "We're not boyfriend girlfriend official, but just ⌠trying things out, you know?"
"I know," Yunjin let out a satisfied hum. "I think he'd be great for you,"
"Really?"
"He's a nice guy, Y/N. Judging from his reputation, he seems like a good man," Yunjin practically gave you her seal of approval, and it left you feeling happy for the rest of the period.
That was until lunch break where everything fell apart way too fast.
Walking out to the cafeteria, you didn't think much about anything else as you listened to Yunjin rant about her latest online purchase. But the moment you heard Jay's name along with yours in passing, your ears perked up. You thought nothing of it, leading up to Kim Minjeong confronting you head on and you knew that's when you should start worrying.
"Are you ⌠the one with Jay?"Â
You glanced at Yunjin for a split second, anxiety bubbling in your stomach. "I guess?"
"You're a slut. Don't you know I have a thing for him? There's something call girl codeâ"
"Woah woah, wait, what? Look, we don't even know you like that," Yunjin quickly butt in upon seeing you fall silent.Â
"Everyone knows me! Everyone knows Jay and I had a thing! What is it you want? His popularity? Moneyâ"
"Shut up,"Â
Speaking of the devil.
"You okay?" Jay appeared by your side, gaze softening once it landed on you. "I was searching for you, didn't know this is happening,"
"Iâ"
"Jay! What are you doing? Why are you with herâ"
"Can you just quit it? We've been through this many times, Minjeong. I don't like you and I never have, why can't you just accept it?" He sounded exasperated, almost as if he had been putting up with this for ages. "Put my girl's name out of your mouth and leave her out of this. She's the one I want, not you,"
The only way you could describe Minjeong's face there was rageful. Her expressions were contorted and her lips were etched into a frown. She knew she couldn't defend herself further, so she eventually left with a huff.
It was quite unsalvageable at that point and you felt yourself breaking down from the inside out. Even when Jay called your name, you only shrugged him off and brushed past him. The worst part of all: he didn't run after you either.
Great. Now you were going to spend the rest of the day mulling in bed.
That didn't last long either. Once you got into bed, ready to sleep away from the day's incident and think back to Yunjin's pep talk, you heard your phone buzz. Not once, but multiple times. Who was sending messages at that time? Of course, it had to be him.
jjongster: hey, can we please talk?
jjongster: like right now
you: right now?
jjongster: yeah, send me wherever you're most convenient to meet
This was stupid. Sneaking out of your room when it's dark out and meeting Jay down the street from your house. All when your emotions were not stable and set yet. You've sent him the address and now he's waiting there, standing by his car like a dream.Â
"Hey," he called out softly as you walked closer to him.Â
"Hi," you hated this, the sudden stiffness and awkwardness that got between you two, you shouldn't be suffering because of it.
"Sorry for asking you to come out this late," he was quick to apologise, taking a step closer to you. He was always so nice, so kind and loving. "Iâit's just eating me up, and I really wanted to tell youâspeak to youâin person. I wanted to see you,"
"It's okay, I get it. I'm sorry too, for leaving so abrupt and ignoring you. That was wrong of me to do," you were feeling guilty about what you did earlier, letting your emotions get the best of you and neglecting Jay.
"I understand, don't worry. Are you feeling okay? I didn't expect that to happen, I'm sorry,"
"Don't apologise, it's not on you," you brushed away the strand of hair that constantly fell onto your face, occasionally avoiding his stare. "And I don't know. I don't know how or what to feel,"
He frowned. "Tell me, tell me what's on your mind,"
"Jay, what if this was all a bad choice? You're you, and I'm ⌠me. You're the golden boy, everyone wants you! Now they're talking behind our backs and all I do is hear rumours that aren't true, names being called âŚ"
"It's not a bad choice, Y/N! I want you ⌠so much. No one else compares. Can't you see that?" Jay moved closer to you, his hands now on both your shoulders. "Don't push me away now,"
Jay was taking his chance, and you thought it was a big mistake, but he doesnât. It might blow up in his pretty face, and you didnât tell him straight on to do it anyway, yet you knew he was going to and he wasnât going to care what others think.
"I could never," you shook your head, welcoming his embrace as he pulled you in, and before you knew it, the tears you held in all day started streaming down your cheeks.
He held you there on the pavement as you broke down in his arms, his hold on you never once loosened. There that night, under the starry sky and illuminating street lights was a connection and trust formed unknowingly between you and him, love that blossomed like a flower in spring.Â
"Gosh, I probably look stupid right now crying," you chuckled, pushing yourself slightly off of him to glance at his face.Â
"You look pretty, gorgeous to me," his thumb travelled to your cheeks, wiping away the tears that remained.Â
"I shouldn't have said that ⌠us being a bad choice," you said quietly, cursing internally that you've even doubted it in the first place. "I trust you, Jay, I do,"
"Thank you," his hand travelled down to hold onto yours, a smile ever so soft. "We'll go at your pace. Whenever you're ready,"
"Whenever I'm ready." you repeated, unable to stop yourself from smiling either.
Jay knew he was already in deep, experiencing feelings he's never felt before in his eighteen years of life, but seeing you then, made him realise maybe young love was something to believe in. For once, he had a love to fight for.Â
Jay was true to his words. He, in fact, did throw a party at his place. But what he didn't tell you was the cleaning up, and boy, was it a headache.
Once everyone had filed out a little after midnight, it was only you and Jay left. It was peaceful. In an empty house that had music blasting in the background, you and Jay each struggled to pick up all the rubbish strewn. You liked this. You like him.
It might've taken a while, but eventually you had the place cleaned, or at least, rubbish-less. There was probably more deep cleaning needed (that was for the next day to worry about). However, for now, it was finally just the two of you, and a whole lot of space with nothing to do.
"Wanna go for a dip?"
"Now?" You glanced at the clock, then back at Jay, who was trying to convince you with his starry eyes and nodding his head like an overly enthusiastic puppy. "Fine."
You didn't even know why you agreed to it. It was a lucky decision you brought an extra pair of everything since you were staying over.Â
Jay was already in the pool, floating around when you walked out. The light coming from the pool was the only thing providing light. Blue reflection and wet messy hair made Jay increasingly dreamy, till the point where you stood there for a bit too long and he had to call for you.
"Coming!" You huffed, but the moment you reached the edge of the pool, you found yourself stuck and feeling nervous.Â
The sight of Jay's bare front and your lack of clothing was nerve wracking to even think about. Your mind was in a fuzz even as you accepted his hand and let him pull you in, the cool water invading your senses.Â
His arms came to wrap around your waist, the only thing you could hold for support was his bicep, so that was what you reached for. Jay didn't mind, he only held you tighter, a conspiring glare glazed over his eyes.
"Hey," he tilted his head, gaze travelling all over your features. You were close, very close. It was almost as if you could hear your own heartbeat in your ears.
"Hi," you whispered back. Your hand was on its own journey, absentmindedly moving to his shoulder.
You should be dying out of anxiety by now, or even freak the fuck out, yet, you successfully kept your composure, in front of a hot man. Hooray!
"How's the water? I swear it's clean. I gated it off before the party,"
You laughed, remembering how Jake was so insistent on keeping the pool part of the party. He claimed that a pool party was way cooler than just a regular party. Jay was not convinced.
"It's nice. Chilly,"Â
Jay nodded for a bit, pursing his lips, thinking for a beat. "I'm glad you were here today,"
"Why?"
"I just like having you here, that's all,"
"You're so cheesy, it's annoying," you joked lightheartedly, knowing you secretly enjoyed this side of him.
"Whatever, you tolerate it anyway,"
He was right, you did. Over the few months, you've grown to memorise and remember every part of Jay. His habits, his likings, et cetera. It was crazy how your relationship grew with time, but the much crazier part was the fact that you two had not gone official yet.
"Against my will,"
"That's a lie,"
"Whatever you say," you said in a sing-song tone, which only made Jay roll his eyes, reaching up to pinch your cheek.Â
His gaze never left yours, not even once. It was trained on you, always had been and always will be. The eventual silence got to you, and it was just the distant noise of the water that filled the air.
It was one of those moments where you think 'was this real'. Spoiler: it was. He was testing the waters, you could tell, and you let him.Â
Jay inched a little closer, eyes flickering between you and your lips. It was obvious that he was nervous from the shaky breath and wavering confidence, but it only made you more relieved.Â
You let out a breath, meeting his lips halfway. At first, he was shocked, you were too, but for different reasons. Kissing him was a breath of fresh air. His lips moved against yours naturally as if it was his first instinct, like he has been waiting for this for ages, which was not entirely wrong. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss and you swore you felt yourself imploding.
The moment you two finally pulled away to catch your breath, you could only stare at him and hold onto him tighter as if you were afraid he might not be real. Jay chased after your lips, pressing haste pecks and smiling into every one of them. It was infectious, everything about him was and it had you intoxicated.Â
You realised at that second that youâd be willing to go against the world for him if you had to. Even if someone called you a âslutâ again, maybe itâd be worth it for once, and you knew heâd always be right there to defend you.
âI'm ready,â
âHm?â he was still in a haze, eyes staring back at you with more than love in them.
âIâm ready to be yours, Jay, Iâm serious,â
âYou are?â
He has never been so relieved and happy leading up till that moment, just having you in his arms was about to make him burst. All he needed was to see you nod and watch your lips mouthing âyesâ as a confirmation before lifting you up, arms tight around you.Â
Under the moonlit swimming pool, youâve never been happier.
The night mightâve already ended for others, but to you and Jay, it was still ongoing, and you wished for it to not end. So, there you were, in his bed, staring up at the ceiling as he lay beside you. There was barely any space between you and him, his hand brushed against yours from time to time, neither of you dared to move from your original position.Â
Half asleep, you were taking your time to do something. You took the chance to move your hand closer and gently made contact with his. It didnât even take a beat for him to lace his fingers with yours, his grip ever so firm, calloused skin against yours. You could tell Jay was equally drifting in and out of sleep as you were, mind in a haze but awake enough to comprehend that you were next to him and not a figment of his imagination.
âIâm in love with you,âÂ
It was faint, almost a whisper, but a mumble that was audible came from Jay. You turned your head to look at him, even under the dim lights, you were able to see that smile from him. The one that always made him look like a lovesick fool, that his friend would claim heâd have whenever he talked about you; it was a smile only reserved for you, and you were the cause of it too.
âGoodnight,â he mumbled out, eyes remained shut, but the smile stayed.Â
âGoodnight.âÂ
There in the bed slept two young lovers, a fresh love that was unbreakable that connected the two of you together, all of it was fated. From the clinic to now, it mightâve started at the wrong place but it surely was at the right time, and you were glad to be next to him, hand in hand, anticipating what the future had in store for you two.Â
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âż LOVE ON THE SPOT â PARK SUNGHOON
preview. âş you, a world-renowned oscar-winning actor known for your exceptional talent, and sunghoon, a celebrated formula 1 driver, find yourselves entangled in an unexpected fake marriage. at an extravagant party, your parents announce an arranged marriage to a man you despise. desperate to escape, you impulsively point to sunghoon, a random stranger in the room, and claim to be married to him. as sunghoon plays along and you navigate this fake marriage, could genuine feelings develop from such an impulsive decision?
meet the cast. f1 driver!sunghoon x actor fem!reader (feat noh yunah from illit + cho miyeon from gidle + hyung line of enhypen + other cos)
genre. fake marriage, strangers to lovers, opposites attract, slightly enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, romance, medium fic, crack, angst
word count. 13k+
warnings. cursing, partying, drinking, profanity (no nsfw or smut), lots of bickering between them, sunghoon being very cold in the fic, fighting, yn being drunk, kissing, small grammar errors
danielle's note đĽ i really wanted to write an f1 racing au but like even tho i dont really watch f1. but I LOVEE f1 aus,, theyre js so hot yk!!! (and this fic is for my sunghoon girls!!!! wink wink im looking at u jenni) so i hope u guys enjoy this :333 also ignore how its like lowercase than uppercase cause i wrote this for 1 week..
ďšâ PLAYiNG . . . bad boy by red velvet, woke up by xg, break up with you girlfriend by ariana grande, so american by olivia rodrigo, like that by baby monster, the great mermaid by lesserafim
YOU'VE BEEN IN SPOTLIGHT FOR AS LONG AS YOU CAN REMEMBER. YN LN in another movie and killing it. The world knows your name, your face, your every move. A famous actor, adored by millions, youâve mastered the art of charm on-screen and off. Cameras flash wherever you go, and youâve become a professional at smiling through it all.
Then thereâs Sunghoon, the world-renowned F1 driver. Where your world revolves around precision under the watchful eyes of fans, his is all speed and adrenaline. Heâs intense, reckless even, living life on the edge at 200 miles per hour. Headlines scream his victories, and youâd think heâd be like every other celebrity youâve metâfull of ego (well has high ego somewhat). But Sunghoon is different.
Youâre polar opposites, and everyone knows it. You, poised and polished, carefully calculated in the public eye. Him, unpredictable and wild.
Yet, somehow, your paths crossed, and despite the differences, thereâs an undeniable pull between you two. Maybe it's just a play or an act. Or maybe, just maybe, opposites do attract.
THE PARTY WAS BUZZING WITH ENERGYâcelebrities everywhere, people laughing, glasses clinking, and the music providing a backdrop to the scene. You stood with Miyeon and Yunah, doing your best to enjoy yourself despite feeling like you'd rather be anywhere else.
âWhy do we keep coming to these things?â you sighed, taking a sip of your drink.
Miyeon grinned. âBecause you only live once,â
Yunah laughed. âAnd because thereâs always a story by the end of the night.â
You were about to respond when you felt a sudden dread creep up your spine. From the corner of your eye, you saw himâYoungdae. The boy youâd hated since forever. He was strutting towards you with that insufferable smirk on his face, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
You groaned. âGreat, here we go.â
Miyeon followed your gaze and rolled her eyes. âUgh, of course heâs here.â
âI swear he has a radar for wherever you are,â Yunah muttered under her breath.
Before you could brace yourself, Youngdae was already in front of you, flashing that arrogant smile youâd come to hate. âYN, looking stunning as always,â he smirked, leaning a little too close.
You took a step back, barely suppressing an eye roll. âWhat do you want, Youngdae?â
He chuckled, clearly not picking up on your disinterest. âI just wanted to say hello. Maybe catch up. You know, we could make a great pair, if you gave me a chance.â
Miyeon sighed dramatically and rolled her eyes along with you. âCan you just not?"
Youngdae shot her a look before refocusing his attention on you. âCome on, YN. Why keep fighting it? You and Iââ
âAre never going to happen,â Yunah interrupted, stepping between you and Youngdae with a firm hand on his chest. âBack off.â
Youngdae frowned but didnât push it. He simply shrugged and gave you one last wink before walking away.
âUgh, heâs so persistent,â Miyeon grumbled as she turned to you. âHow do you deal with him?â
âI donât,â you replied with a soft laughter. âI just survive.â
But just as you were about to relax, you saw your parents making their way toward you. Your mom was smiling, your dad looking pleased as ever. You knew that look. They were up to something.
âThere you are, sweetheart!â your mom said brightly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. âWeâve been looking all over for you.â
Your dad smiled beside her, looking equally pleased. âWe have some news.â
You raised an eyebrow, wary of whatever was coming. âWhat news?â
âWell,â your mom began, glancing between you and your friends, âweâve found you a date. Finally!â
Your stomach dropped. âWhat?â
Your dad nodded as though this was the best thing in the world. âYes, with Youngdae. His family is very well connected, and we thinkââ
âNo,â you said, your voice rising slightly. âAbsolutely not. Thereâs no way.â
Your mom blinked, looking surprised by your reaction. âWhat do you mean? Heâs a very eligible young man.â
You stammered, trying to find a way out âI⌠I⌠Iâm already seeing someone!â
Both your parents stared at you, confusion written across their faces. âYou are?â your dad asked, eyes narrowing slightly.
âYes,â you lied quickly, panic bubbling inside you. âIâve been seeing someone for a while now, actually.â
Your mom looked intrigued. âWho?â
You swallowed hard, desperately scanning the crowd for someone to point to, just to get out of this mess. Your eyes landed on a guy standing by the barâa tall figure with dark hair and sharp features. You didnât recognize him at all, but he looked like he could play the part for a moment.
Hastily, you pointed in his direction. âHim. Over there. Heâs⌠heâs my boyfriend.â
Your parents followed your gaze, squinting toward the bar. Your momâs eyes widened slightly. âAre you talking about him?â
You nodded, still pointing even though you felt like you were spiraling further into this ridiculous situation. âYes, weâve been together for a while now.â
Miyeon was choking on her drink at this point, and Yunah gave you a look like youâd completely lost your mind.
Your dad frowned a little. âWho is he? Whatâs his name?â
You paused, suddenly realizing you didnât even know the guyâs name. âOh, uh⌠his name isâŚâ
Miyeon whispered urgently beside you, âDonât make it worse. His name is Sunghoon,â
You repeated,âSunghoon. Yes Sunghoon.â
Your parents exchanged a glance, and your mom raised an eyebrow. âSunghoon? You mean the F1 driver?â
Your heart stopped. What? You had no idea. You quickly played along, though, trying to keep your voice steady. âYes, thatâs him. Weâve been keeping things quiet because, you know⌠the press and all that.â
Your dad looked skeptical, but your mom seemed delighted. âWell, why didnât you say anything sooner? This is big news!â
Your mind raced, trying to think of a way out of this conversation. âWe were waiting for the right time.â
âAnd when did he propose?â your mom asked, clearly hooked on the story now.
You mentally cursed yourself for making it worse. âYesterday! Yes, he proposed yesterday. Itâs all very new.â
Your parents nodded thoughtfully, clearly pleased with the idea. âWell, weâll have to meet him properly later,â your dad said. âBut for now, weâre glad youâve found someone.â
Your mom smiled warmly. âWeâll leave you to enjoy your night, darling. But make sure we meet him soon.â
And just like that, they were gone, leaving you standing there in stunned silence.
Miyeon burst out laughing as soon as they were out of earshot. âOh my god, that was insane.â
Yunah was shaking her head, still in disbelief. âDo you even know who Sunghoon is?â
You groaned, rubbing your temples. âI have no idea.â
Miyeon grinned, looking like she was thoroughly enjoying this. âWell, you just told your parents youâre marrying one of the most famous F1 drivers in the world. Good luck with that.â
Your heart sank as you glanced over at the guy youâd pointed to. He still hadnât noticed anything, thank god, but now you were stuck in the biggest lie of your life.
How were you going to get out of this one?
THE PARTY CONTINUED AROUND YOU, the air buzzing with conversation and the occasional laughter. The idea of approaching the guy you had claimed as your âboyfriendâ was now looming over you like a dark cloud. Miyeon and Yunah had been laughing about it all night.
âOkay,â you muttered under your breath, straightening your dress. âHe's my future husband.â
You caught sight of Sunghoon at the bar againâstill tall, still effortlessly cool, and completely unaware of the situation you had dragged him into. Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself and made your way over, trying to act casual as you pretended to be interested in getting a drink.
"One tequila please," you smiled at the bartender.
As you approached, he glanced at you briefly, then immediately looked away, not even acknowledging your presence. You awkwardly stood next to him, waiting for him to say something, but all you got was silence.
âSo⌠uh, hey,â you started, your voice a little too high-pitched from the nerves. âHowâs it going?â
Sunghoon barely glanced at you, his expression flat as he responded, âFine.â
You blinked, not expecting him to be so cold. You cleared your throat, trying again. âSo, Iâve noticed youâve been hanging around the bar a lot. Are you enjoying the party?â
He sighed, clearly uninterested. âLook, Iâm not really here to make friends nor do I know you.â
Your smile faltered as you realized this was going to be harder than you thought. âOh, no, I wasnâtââ You cut yourself off, feeling a bit foolish. You tried to laugh it off, but it came out awkward. âI was just trying to, you know, start a conversationâŚâ
Sunghoon didnât even bother to look at you this time. âIâm not interested in whatever this is,â he said bluntly, taking a sip of his drink and turning his back to you slightly, as if dismissing the conversation altogether.
Great, this was going really well.
Before you could think of another way, you heard your momâs voice calling your name. You looked up in panic to see your parents making their way over, all smiles and clearly excited to meet the man you had so boldly claimed as your fiancĂŠ.
You felt your heart leap into your throat. There was no turning back now.
With no other choice, you quickly reached out and grabbed Sunghoonâs arm, yanking him closer to you with a forced smile plastered on your face. âOh, there you are!â you said brightly, doing your best to make it sound natural. âI was just telling them about how weâre, you know⌠together.â
Sunghoon stiffened under your touch, his eyes darting between you and your parents, confusion written all over his face. âWhatâ?â
You discreetly stepped on his foot, hard, causing him to wince and bite his lip in pain. You shot him a quick, pleading look, hoping heâd catch on.
âJust play along,â you whispered harshly under your breath, your smile never faltering.
He looked at you for a long moment, clearly irritated, but finally sighed, giving in. âYeah, yeah,â he muttered, his tone reluctant. âWeâre, uh, together.â
Your parents beamed, completely oblivious to the tension between the two of you. Your mom reached out to shake Sunghoonâs hand enthusiastically. âItâs such a pleasure to finally meet you, Sunghoon! Weâve heard so much about you.â
Sunghoon forced a tight smile, his arm still trapped in your grip. âYeah⌠same here.â
Your dad patted him on the back, grinning. âYouâre quite the catch! Our YN is lucky to have you.â
You could feel Sunghoonâs frustration simmering beneath the surface, but he kept his expression in check. âLucky, right,â he mumbled through gritted teeth.
You stepped on his foot again, a little less hard this time, and leaned into him slightly, trying to keep up appearances. âIsnât he just the best?â you cooed, practically cringing at how fake you sounded.
Sunghoon glanced at you with a pained expression, but he played along, his voice strained. âYeah⌠Iâm great.â
Your parents couldnât have been more delighted. âWell, weâll leave you two lovebirds alone for now,â your mom said with a wink. âBut donât think youâre getting out of dinner with us soon! We need to celebrate this engagement properly.â
You forced another bright smile as they walked away, your stomach churning with dread at the thought of dinner with your parentsâand Sunghoon, of all people.
As soon as your parents were out of sight, you let go of Sunghoonâs arm and stepped back, giving him an apologetic look. âIâm really sorry about all of that,â you said quickly. âI didnât mean to drag you into this, I justââ
Sunghoon held up a hand, cutting you off. âSave it,â he said, his voice clipped. âJust donât step on my foot again.â
You bit your lip, feeling a little guilty, but also relieved that the worst was over. âIâll make it up to you, I swear,â you said, trying to sound sincere.
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. âYou owe me big time,â he muttered before turning to leave, shaking his head.
A FEW DAYS HAD PASSED SINCE THE PARTY INCIDENT, but the chaos youâd caused still lingered in Sunghoonâs mind. He found himself in the garage with his friends, Jay, Jake, and Heeseung, leaning against his sleek, black sports car as they all casually chatted about their lives. Sunghoon was half-listening, his mind elsewhere, until Jake asked him something that brought him back to reality.
âSo, are you going to be in the next race?â Jake asked, wiping his hands on a rag after tinkering with his car.
Sunghoon shrugged. âI havenât decided yet.â
Heeseung raised an eyebrow. âWhatâs up with you lately? Youâve been distracted since that party.â
Sunghoon stared at the concrete floor for a moment before casually blurting out, âIâm dating or engaged. Or⌠something.â
The garage fell into silence. Jay, who had been leaning against a workbench, immediately turned to face Sunghoon with wide eyes. âWhat?â
Jake looked like he had just swallowed his tongue, blinking at Sunghoon like he hadnât heard correctly. Heeseung, who was tightening a bolt on his engine, froze mid-motion, his wrench slipping from his grip and clattering to the ground.
âDude,â Jay said slowly, standing up straight. âAre you serious right now? Did you just say you got engaged?â
Sunghoon scratched the back of his neck, looking both tired and mildly amused at their reactions. âYeah⌠or something like that.â
âWhat do you mean âsomething like thatâ?â Jake demanded, clearly confused. âSince when are you even dating anyone?â
Sunghoon sighed, leaning further back against his car as he explained, âItâs complicated. Some girl at the party basically told her parents weâre engaged because she was trying to get out of a situation, and I got dragged into it.â
Heeseung let out a low whistle. âWait, so youâre fake engaged?â
âPretty much,â Sunghoon said, rubbing his temples like the whole thing gave him a headache.
Jay shook his head, still in disbelief. âThat doesnât even sound real, man. Who is this girl?â
âI donât even know her that well,â Sunghoon admitted, sounding exasperated. âHer nameâs YN,â
Heeseung blinked. âWait, YN LN?â
âYeah,â Sunghoon confirmed. âThatâs the one.â
Jay nearly choked on his own spit. âYouâre telling me youâre fake engaged to the YN LN? The one whoâs all over the headlines?â
Sunghoon raised an eyebrow. âSheâs all over the headlines?â
Jake laughed incredulously, leaning against his car for support. âDude, how do you not know that? Sheâs, like, one of the biggest actors right now. â
Sunghoon rolled his eyes. âI donât pay attention to that stuff. All I know is that sheâs got her parents convinced that weâre together, and now I have to figure out how to get out of this without causing a massive scene.â
Jay shook his head, still grinning. âThis is insane. You, of all people, caught up in some fake engagement with a celebrity.â
Heeseung smirked. âYouâve been in some high-speed races before, but this might be the wildest thing youâve ever gotten into.â
Sunghoon groaned, crossing his arms over his chest. âTell me about it. And the worst part is, her parents think Iâm some perfect gentleman or something. Theyâre probably planning the wedding already.â
Jake chuckled, nudging Sunghoon with his elbow. âWell, look at the bright sideâyouâve always been good under pressure. This is just another challenge.â
Sunghoon shot him a look. âYeah, but this isnât a race. This is someoneâs life weâre talking about.â
Jay grinned. âAnd yours, apparently.â
Sunghoon sighed again, feeling the weight of the situation settling on him once more. âIâm just trying to figure out how to handle it without causing a mess. I donât even know why I agreed to go along with it in the first place. Plus, I don't know this girl.â
Heeseung patted him on the back, smirking. âMaybe you just didnât want to let the girl down. Sounds like youâre already some hero,â
Sunghoon shot him a deadpan look. âYeah, sure. Thatâs exactly what Iâm going for.â
Jay laughed. âWell, good luck, man. Just try not to end up accidentally married before you figure out how to get out of this.â
Sunghoon rolled his eyes but couldnât help the small smile tugging at his lips. âThanks for the advice,â he said dryly with a hint of sarcasm. âIâll be sure to avoid that.â
MIYEON AND YUNAH DRAGGED YOU OUT TO A STREET RACE. you werenât exactly in the mood for it, but they insisted, pulling you along with promises of fun and a chance to clear your mind (and meet your so-said husband). engines roared, and the night was alive with the sound of revving motors and the sharp smell of gasoline.
as you scanned the area, your eyes landed on a familiar figure leaning casually against a sleek, black car. sunghoon. he looked as cool and composed as ever, his hands shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket, eyes scanning the crowd with a bored expression. when his gaze finally met yours, his face twisted into a look of irritation, and he rolled his eyes dramatically.
of course he would be here, you thought. but you knew you needed to talk to him about the upcoming dinner. miyeon and yunah noticed your sudden change in demeanor and shot you questioning looks, but you brushed them off, telling them you'd be back in a minute.
you made your way over to where sunghoon was standing. he didnât bother to move as you approached, just watched you with that same indifferent, slightly irritated expression.
âsunghoon,â you started, trying to keep your voice steady, âwe need to talk.â
he raised an eyebrow, clearly uninterested. âabout what?â he asked, his tone dripping with disinterest.
âabout the dinner,â you replied, not backing down despite his attitude. âmy parents want us to be there together.â
sunghoon let out an exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes again. âcanât you just tell your parents we got into some argument and divorced or something?â he said coldly, his voice laced with sarcasm.
you clenched your fists, trying to keep your cool. âno, i canât do that, sunghoon. itâs already confirmed. my parents are planning a wedding.â
for a moment, sunghoonâs expression faltered, a flash of something unreadable crossing his face. but just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone, replaced by his usual cold look âa wedding?â he repeated, as if the word itself was foreign to him. âare you serious?â
âdead serious,â you replied, âthey think weâre the perfect match or something. and theyâre not taking no for an answer.â
sunghoon ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. âthis is ridiculous,â he muttered under his breath, though it was loud enough for you to hear. âso what? weâre supposed to just play along with this charade? pretend like everythingâs fine?â
âi donât see any other option,â you said, âif we donât, theyâll just make things worse. we need to figure out how to handle this.â
sunghoon didnât respond right away, his gaze drifting away from you as he stared off into the distance, lost in thought. after a moment, he pulled out his phone and held it out to you, his expression unreadable. âgive me your number,â he said, his tone more resigned than anything.
you blinked, slightly taken aback by his sudden change in attitude, but quickly recovered, pulling out your own phone and exchanging numbers with him. the whole interaction felt strange, like you were stepping into unfamiliar territory.
âiâll text you the details,â you said, trying to keep the conversation moving. âweâll figure out a plan.â
sunghoon nodded, slipping his phone back into his pocket. for a brief moment, it almost seemed like the tension between you two had eased, but then he spoke again, his voice back to its usual coldness. âjust donât expect me to play nice,â he warned, his eyes narrowing slightly. âiâm not doing this for you. iâm doing this to get them off my back.â
THE NIGHT OF THE DINNER ARRIVED FATER THAN YOU ANTICIPATED, and before you knew it, you found yourself standing outside your parentsâ house with sunghoon by your side. the two of you looked like the perfect couple, at least on the surface. you were both dressed impeccablyâsunghoon in a sharp black suit (for the first time) and you in a simple, black dress that your mom had insisted you wear.
as you walked up to the front door, you forced a smile, hoping it didnât look as strained as it felt. âremember, just play along,â you whispered to sunghoon as you reached for the doorbell.
sunghoon sighed, barely masking his irritation. âyeah, yeah, i know the drill.â
the door swung open almost immediately, and you were greeted by your motherâs beaming face. âoh, there they are! my favorite couple,â she gushed, pulling you both into a tight hug. sunghoon stiffened beside you, clearly uncomfortable with the affectionate display, but he managed to return your motherâs smile.
âhi, mom,â you said, your voice a little too bright. âweâre here.â
âcome in, come in!â she insisted, ushering you both inside. âdinnerâs almost ready. your fatherâs been looking forward to this all week.â
as you entered the dining room, the smell of home-cooked food filled the air, mingling with the scent of fresh flowers. everything was arranged, from the perfectly folded napkins to the silverware.
âyou two look wonderful,â your dad remarked, giving you both an approving nod as he took his seat at the head of the table. âitâs nice to finally have a proper family dinner.â
sunghoon flashed a polite smile, though you could tell he was barely holding back his annoyance. âthanks, sir. weâre happy to be here.â
you shot him a quick glance, impressed by his ability to keep up the act, even if it was just barely. every time your parents asked about your ârelationship,â you forced a smile and nodded along with whatever sunghoon said, even when he was being sarcastic.
âso, how did you two meet?â your mom asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
âit was... quite the story,â you began, trying to come up with something that wouldnât sound too ridiculous.
sunghoon leaned back in his chair, smirking slightly. âyeah, she practically threw herself at me,â he said with a teasing tone that made you want to kick him under the table.
âoh, did she now?â your dad chuckled, clearly amused.
you felt your cheeks flush, but you kept your composure, forcing a laugh. âheâs exaggerating, of course,â you said, giving sunghoon a pointed look. âwe met through mutual friends.â
sunghoon shrugged, his smirk never leaving his face. âsomething like that.â
sunghoon seemed to take every opportunity to make subtle jabs at you, whether it was a sarcastic comment about your habits or a teasing remark about your so-called relationship. it took everything in you not to snap at him in front of your parents.
finally, after what felt like an eternity, your parents excused themselves to the kitchen, leaving you and sunghoon alone at the table. the moment they were out of earshot, you turned to him, your fake smile dropping instantly.
âdo you have to be such a jerk?â you hissed, keeping your voice low.
sunghoon rolled his eyes, leaning forward with an exasperated sigh. âiâm just trying to get through this as quickly as possible. itâs not my fault your parents are so nosy.â
âtheyâre not nosy, theyâre just... interested,â you retorted, though even you could hear how weak your argument sounded. âand you donât have to be so sarcastic all the time.â
âand you donât have to be so uptight,â sunghoon shot back, his eyes narrowing. âseriously, you act like this is the end of the world.â
âmaybe because it feels like it,â you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest. âi didnât ask for any of this, sunghoon.â
âneither did i,â he countered, his voice cold. âbut here we are.â
before you could respond, you heard footsteps approaching, and you quickly plastered a fake smile back on your face. sunghoon did the same, though his expression looked more like a grimace than anything else.
your parents reentered the room, both of them carrying trays of dessert. âhope you two saved room for dessert!â your mom chimed, setting the trays down on the table.
âof course,â sunghoon replied smoothly, his tone completely different from the one heâd used just moments ago. he even managed to let out a laugh, though it sounded forced to your ears. you joined in, though your own laughter felt hollow.
as the evening finally came to a close, you stood by the door with sunghoon, thanking your parents for the dinner. they were both smiling, clearly satisfied with how the night had gone.
âthanks for coming,â your mom said, giving you both a warm hug. âweâll have to do this again sometime.â
âdefinitely,â you lied, forcing another smile. âweâll let you know.â
as soon as you were out the door, you let out a long sigh, the tension leaving your body all at once. sunghoon walked beside you in silence, his expression unreadable.
âthanks for playing along,â you said quietly, not really expecting a response.
sunghoon glanced at you, his eyes softening slightly. âyeah, well, donât get used to it,â he muttered, though there was less bite in his tone than before.
YOU WERE IN THE MIDDLE OF A BUSY SHOOT when one of your co-workers approached you with a grin. âhey, weâre planning a party for yunjinâs birthday this weekend! you should totally come,â they said, excitement bubbling in their voice.
you paused, considering it for a moment. parties werenât really your thing; you preferred quieter, more intimate gatherings. (despite you saying that you were some "extrovert). but you didnât want to seem like a killjoy, especially since youâd been getting along well with the rest of the crew. âhmm, sure,â you replied, trying to sound enthusiastic.
your co-worker beamed. âgreat! itâs gonna be a lot of fun. oh, and by the way, itâs a plus-one kind of thing. you can bring a friend⌠or your boyfriend.â they winked at you, clearly teasing.
you managed a small laugh, though inside, you were already feeling the pressure. âoh, okay,â you said, keeping your tone light. but as they walked away, the reality of the situation began to sink in. a plus-one. great.
back in your dressing room, you slumped into a chair, staring at your phone. you were part of a close-knit trio of friends, and the idea of inviting just one of them felt wrong. how could you choose between them? you knew if you invited one, the other would inevitably feel left out. the last thing you wanted was to create tension among your friends.
hours passed, and you found yourself going back and forth in your mind. should you just skip the party altogether? but then again, youâd already said yes, and backing out now would seem weird. besides, yunjin was nice, and you didnât want to disappoint her.
finally, an idea began to take shape in your mind. it wasnât ideal, but it might be the simplest solution. with a resigned sigh, you decided to invite sunghoon. after all, you owed him for putting up with your parentsâ dinner, and this could be a way to pay him back. besides, it wasnât like you were going to have a good time anywayâmight as well drag him along.
you typed out a quick message and hesitated for a moment before hitting send.
hey, thereâs this party for one of my co-workers. itâs a plus-one thing. wanna come?
it didnât take long for his reply to come through.
fine. donât expect me to stay for long, though.
you rolled your eyes at the screen, but a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips. typical sunghoon. at least he agreed to go, which took some of the pressure off you. you quickly texted back a simple thanks, and put your phone away, trying not to overthink the whole thing.
THE BAR WAS ALIVE WITH ENERGY as you stepped inside with sunghoon by your side. people were packed together on the dance floor. laughter and chatter filled the air, mingling with the clinking of glasses and the occasional burst of a drunken cheer. couples were scattered around, some dancing close, others tucked away in corners, stealing kisses that made you roll your eyes.
âthis place is⌠lively,â sunghoon muttered, his eyes scanning the crowd.
âyeah, itâs a party,â you replied with a slight shrug, though you couldnât help but feel a bit out of place. you werenât exactly the party type, and neither was sunghoon, which made the whole situation feel a little surreal.
deciding to get a drink to ease the tension, you made your way over to the bar, sunghoon following closely behind. the bartender barely glanced at you as he took your order, quickly mixing up a couple of drinks and sliding them across the counter. you grabbed your glass, taking a sip of the cool liquid, hoping it would help you relax.
sunghoon took a swig of his drink, his expression unreadable. âso, how long do we have to stay here?â he asked, his voice low enough that only you could hear.
âjust a little while,â you replied, trying not to sound too eager to leave. âitâs yunjinâs birthday. i canât just disappear after showing up.â
sunghoon sighed but didnât argue, taking another drink instead. just as you were about to take another sip, you heard a familiar voice call out your name.
âoh my god, y/n!â yunjinâs voice rang out, full of excitement as she made her way over to you. she looked gorgeous, her outfit sparkling under the barâs dim lights. âiâm so glad you came!â she exclaimed, wrapping you in a quick hug.
âof course,â you replied, returning her hug with a smile. âhappy birthday!â
as yunjin pulled away, her eyes drifted over to sunghoon, and her expression shifted from excitement to shock. âwait a minute⌠are you with the famous f1 driver, sunghoon?!â she nearly squealed, her eyes wide with disbelief.
sunghoon gave her a polite nod, a small smile playing on his lips. âthat would be me,â he said, his tone smooth and calm as ever.
yunjinâs mouth dropped open in awe, clearly starstruck. âi canât believe this! i didnât know you were engaged to him, y/n!â she exclaimed.
âuh, yeah⌠we go way back,â you said awkwardly, trying to keep the conversation light. yunjin was too caught up in her excitement to notice your discomfort, though, as she quickly introduced herself to sunghoon, gushing about how much she admired his career.
sunghoon handled it with grace, his usual cool demeanor never faltering. you watched the interaction with a mixture of amusement and mild irritationâsunghoon always seemed so effortless in social situations, even when he clearly didnât want to be there.
after a few more minutes of chatting, yunjin finally excused herself to mingle with other guests, leaving you and sunghoon alone again. you downed the rest of your drink in one gulp.
âshe seems nice,â sunghoon commented, his tone neutral as he sipped his drink.
âyeah, sheâs great,â you agreed, though your mind was elsewhere. you could still feel the lingering stares from some of the other partygoers who had noticed sunghoonâs presence. it wasnât every day that a famous athlete showed up at a regular birthday party, after all.
as the night wore on, you found yourself relaxing a little, the alcohol helping to take the edge off your nerves. you and sunghoon stayed near the bar, occasionally chatting about nothing in particular. but just as you were starting to feel comfortable, disaster struck.
you reached for another drink, but your hand wobbled, and before you knew it, the glass tipped over, spilling its contents all over your dress. you let out a startled gasp, staring down at the growing stain on your outfit.
âfuck,â you muttered, feeling a flush of embarrassment rise to your cheeks. without thinking, you quickly excused yourself and made trip to the bathroom, hoping to save your dress before the stain set in.
as you stood in front of the mirror, dabbing at the stain with a paper towel, the bathroom door swung open, and sunghoon stepped inside. you glanced up, surprised to see him there.
âwhat are you doing?â you asked.
âwhat does it look like? helping,â sunghoon replied, grabbing another paper towel and joining you at the sink. his presence was a little too close for comfort, his arm brushing against yours as he leaned in to inspect the damage.
âi can handle it,â you insisted, though you didnât move away.
âclearly,â he said dryly, his lips curving into a slight smirk as he continued to blot the stain. the scent of his cologne filled the small space, a mix of something clean and crisp that was distinctly him. it made your heart skip a beat, though you tried to ignore it.
âyou didnât have to follow me in here, you know,â you muttered, focusing on the task at hand.
âsomeone had to make sure you didnât completely ruin your dress,â he retorted, his tone teasing. âbesides, itâs not like i was having a great time out there.â
you rolled your eyes but couldnât suppress a small smile. âyouâre such a pessimist.â
âand youâre such a klutz,â he shot back. for a moment, the bickering felt almost normal, like you werenât two people stuck in a fake marriage.
as you continued to dab at the stain, your hands occasionally brushed against each other, and you became acutely aware of how close sunghoon was standing to you. the small bathroom seemed to shrink around you.
âyou know, you didnât have to invite me to this,â sunghoon said after a moment, his voice quieter now. âiâm sure you couldâve brought someone you actually like.â
âdonât flatter yourself,â you replied, though there was a hint of playfulness in your tone. âi figured this was a good way to pay you back for that dinner. besides, i couldnât just pick one friend to invite. it felt⌠wrong.â
sunghoon glanced at you, his expression softening slightly. âi get it. but still, this whole thing is justââ
âa fake marriage, yeah, i know,â you cut in, a bit more bitterly than you intended. âbut weâre stuck with it, so we might as well make the best of it.â
unknown to either of you, the bathroom door had been left slightly ajar, and just outside, youngdae stood with a smug smirk on his face. he had heard every word, and as he quietly backed away, a plan began to form in his mind. he couldnât believe his luckâoverhearing something as juicy as this was too good to pass up.
as he slipped back into the crowd, unnoticed, you and sunghoon continued to bicker in the bathroom, completely unaware that your secret was no longer safe.
YOU HAD NEVER IMAGINED YOURSELF IN THSI SITUATIONâstanding in a bridal boutique, skimming through racks of wedding dresses with sunghoon awkwardly hovering nearby. your parents had practically forced the two of you to go dress shopping together, giving you an outrageously huge budget and insisting that sunghoon accompany you. after all, what kind of engaged couple doesnât choose their wedding dress together?
âcanât believe iâm doing this,â sunghoon muttered under his breath, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as he stood off to the side, clearly uncomfortable.
âoh, come on,â you teased, holding up a dress with intricate lace detailing. âhow bad can it be? just think of it as a chance to play dress-up.â
he rolled his eyes, though a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. âyeah, âcause thatâs exactly what i want to do on my day offâplay dress-up.â
you ignored his sarcasm, too engrossed in the rows of dresses before you. everything sparkled and shimmered under the boutiqueâs soft lighting, and you couldnât help but gasp in awe every time you pulled out a new dress. âoh my god, isnât this one so pretty?â you exclaimed, holding up a strapless gown with a flowing tulle skirt.
sunghoon glanced at it, his expression unreadable. âyeah, itâs nice,â he said noncommittally.
âjust nice?â you pouted, returning the dress to its rack. âyouâre supposed to be helping me choose, you know.â
âi am helping,â he protested, though the way he stood there like a statue suggested otherwise. âiâm here, arenât i?â
you huffed, turning back to the dresses. after a few more minutes of browsing, you finally picked out a few that caught your eye and headed to the fitting room. âokay, iâm gonna try these on. donât go anywhere,â you instructed, pointing at him as you disappeared behind the curtain.
sunghoon sighed and leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. he wasnât sure how he ended up in this positionâfake marriage or not, this felt a little too real for his liking. but as much as he wanted to be anywhere else, he couldnât deny the slight curiosity that tugged at him as he waited for you to reappear.
a few minutes later, you stepped out of the fitting room in the first dress, a simple yet elegant gown with delicate lace sleeves. you did a little twirl, smiling at yourself in the mirror before turning to sunghoon. âwhat do you think?â
sunghoonâs breath caught in his throat as he looked at you. for a moment, he forgot how to speak, his usual cool demeanor slipping as he took in the sight before him. when had you become this⌠pretty?
he quickly schooled his expression, trying to sound indifferent. âitâs okay, i guess.â
you frowned, though not completely disappointed. âjust okay? really?â
âyeah, itâs fine,â he said, averting his gaze as if the dress wasnât making his heart race.
you sighed, but didnât let his lackluster response dampen your mood. âwell, i have a few more to try on. maybe youâll like the next one better.â
as you disappeared back into the fitting room, sunghoon let out a breath he didnât realize heâd been holding. what was wrong with him? this was just dress shopping, nothing more. yet, the image of you in that dress lingered in his mind, making it hard to focus on anything else.
a few minutes later, you emerged again, this time in a dress that was the complete opposite of the firstâsleek, modern, with a plunging neckline and an open back. you looked at sunghoon expectantly, waiting for his reaction.
once again, sunghoon felt his heart skip a beat. the dress hugged your curves perfectly, accentuating every line and angle. he swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice steady. âitâs⌠okay too.â
you raised an eyebrow, not convinced. âthatâs all you have to say? youâre not very helpful, you know.â
âthey all look fine,â he insisted, though in truth, he was struggling to keep his emotions in check. every dress you tried on seemed to outshine the last, and it was becoming harder for him to maintain his usual aloofness.
you tried on a few more dresses, each one stunning in its own way, but every time you asked for his opinion, he gave the same response: âitâs okay.â
by the time you tried on the fifth dress, you were starting to get frustrated. âyou literally said the same thing for the past five dresses,â you pointed out, hands on your hips as you glared at him in the mirror.
sunghoon shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of your stare. âwell, theyâre all okay, i guessâŚâ he mumbled, avoiding your eyes.
âugh, youâre impossible,â you groaned, though there was a hint of a smile on your lips. âat this rate, weâll never choose a dress.â
sunghoon glanced at you, his gaze softening for a moment. âyou look good in all of them,â he admitted quietly, barely loud enough for you to hear.
you paused, taken aback by his words. it wasnât much, but coming from him, it felt like a genuine compliment. âreally?â you asked, your annoyance melting away as a smile spread across your face.
sunghoon looked away, feeling a little embarrassed. âyeah, really,â he said, clearing his throat as if to cover up the sincerity in his voice.
eventually, after much thinking, you finally chose a dressâa classic, timeless gown that felt like the perfect balance between elegance and simplicity. as you stood in front of the mirror, admiring the final choice, you couldnât help but notice the way sunghoon was looking at you. his usual stoic expression had softened, and there was something in his eyes that made your heart flutter.
âso, this is the one?â he asked, his voice oddly gentle.
âyeah,â you replied, meeting his gaze in the mirror. âthis is the one.â maybe, just maybe, this fake marriage was becoming something a little more real.
YOU, MIYEON, AND YUNAH ARE SPRAWLED COMFORTABLY ON THE OVERSIZED COUCH in Miyeonâs living room, a place you've all come to consider your second house (because of how many times the three of you stay at).
Yunah is on her phone, as usual, her eyes scanning the screen rapidly. Suddenly, she pauses, her lips curling into a smirk. âWell, well, look whoâs trending,â she drawls, her eyes flicking up to meet yours. âYou and Sunghoon are all over the news. Everyone's saying youâre officially together.â
Miyeon perks up at this as she leans forward. âLet me see!â she says eagerly, reaching out for Yunahâs phone.
Yunah hands it over with a knowing smile. âItâs literally everywhere,â she repeats, her tone teasing but supportive. âYou guys are the talk of the town.â
Miyeonâs eyes widen as she scrolls through the headlines, her fingers flying across the screen. âWow, theyâre even calling you the âItâ couple of the year,â she remarks, half in awe, half in disbelief. âThis is huge!â
You sigh, âI knew the story would get out, but I didnât expect it to blow up like this,â you admit, running a hand through your hair.
Yunah chuckles, nudging you playfully. âWell, youâre both celebrities in your own right. An actor and a Formula 1 driver? Thatâs headline gold right there.â
Miyeon hands the phone back to Yunah, turning her attention to you with a curious glint in her eye. âSo, howâs it been? Pretending to be married to one of the hottest guys on the planet? Any sparks flying yet?â
You blush, recalling the moments youâve shared with Sunghoonâthe way his gaze lingers on you a little longer than necessary, the way his cologne mingles in the air, the way he complimented you at the wedding dress shop. âItâs⌠interesting,â you say, trying to keep your tone neutral. âWeâre both just trying to play our parts and not let things get too complicated.â
âToo late for that,â Yunah quips, her eyes sparkling with mischief. âCome on, thereâs gotta be something there.â
Miyeon nods enthusiastically. âYeah, you canât fool us. We know you too well. Besides, if youâre gonna be in the spotlight, you might as well enjoy it, right?â
You let out a small laugh, feeling the warmth of their support. âI donât know⌠itâs all so confusing. One minute, it feels like weâre just playing a role, and the next, it feels⌠real.â
Yunah places a comforting hand on your shoulder. âJust take it one step at a time. Donât overthink it. If itâs meant to be, itâll happen.â
Miyeon grins, giving you an encouraging look. âAnd in the meantime, weâll be here to cheer you on. Fake or not, this is your story, and you get to write the ending.â
THE NIGHT AIR WAS THICK WITH THE ENERGY of the city as you, Miyeon, and Yunah staggered out of the cozy, dimly lit bar youâd spent the evening in. The three of you had gone out for a few drinks to unwind, but a few turned into more than you could count, and now you were decidedly tipsyâno, scratch that, you were drunk. The kind of drunk that makes the world spin and words blur together.
Miyeon, ever the responsible one, was trying to hail a cab while Yunah clung to your arm, giggling uncontrollably at something you couldnât quite remember. A soft breeze ruffling your hair as you leaned against a lamppost, the ground feeling a little too far away for comfort.
âI should call⌠someoneâŚâ you muttered, fumbling for your phone in your bag, your fingers clumsy and uncoordinated.
Yunah snorted, still giggling. âWhoâre you gonna call? Ghostbusters?â
âSunghoon,â you slurred, finding his number on your phone with surprising accuracy despite the alcohol fogging your brain. Without another thought, you pressed the call button, bringing the phone to your ear as it rang.
On the other end, Sunghoon was sitting on the couch in his sleek, modern apartment, absentmindedly flipping through channels on the TV. He wasnât really paying attention to anything in particular; his mind was elsewhere. Specifically, it was on you. At first, heâd told himself it was just part of the act, that he was only playing the role of your fake fiancĂŠ. But the more time he spent with you, the more he started to question that.
His phone buzzed on the coffee table, and he glanced at the screen, frowning slightly when he saw your name. You never called him, especially not this late. With a hint of worry, he picked up. âHello?â
âSunghoon!â you exclaimed, far too loud for a late-night call. Your voice was slurred.
âAre you⌠drunk?â he asked, his concern deepening. He could hear you giggling on the other end, and it did something funny to his chest. âWhere are you?â
âOut⌠with Miyeon and Yunah. Weâre having soooo much fun!â You hiccuped.
Sunghoonâs brow furrowed as he stood up, already grabbing his keys off the table. âYou shouldnât be out there alone. Stay where you are, Iâm coming to get you.â
âBut Iâm not alone!â you protested, sounding like a child. âIâm with Miyeon and Yunah! Theyâre sooooo funnyâŚâ
âStay there,â he repeated, more firmly this time. âIâm on my way.â
You didnât seem to hear him, too busy giggling with Yunah about something that had apparently happened earlier in the evening. Sunghoon didnât waste any more time. He was out the door and in his car within minutes, the engine roaring to life as he sped through the city streets.
By the time he reached the bar, you were sitting on the curb with Miyeon and Yunah, both of whom were also a little tipsy but still more composed than you. The moment Sunghoon stepped out of his car, your eyes lit up, though you didnât seem to fully recognize him.
âThere he is!â Miyeon said, relief evident in her voice as she waved him over. âSheâs all yours, Sunghoon. Good luck.â
Sunghoon couldnât help but chuckle despite his worry as he approached you. You looked up at him with a lazy grin, your eyes glazed over. âWhoâre you?â you asked, tilting your head to the side in confusion.
âItâs me, Sunghoon,â he replied, crouching down in front of you. âLetâs get you home.â
You pouted, shaking your head like a stubborn child. âI donât know you,â you mumbled, crossing your arms. âIâm not going anywhere with a stranger.â
Sunghoon sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing with you in this state. âAlright, alright,â he said, trying to keep his tone soothing. âBut we canât stay here. How about I take you somewhere safe?â
You squinted at him, clearly trying to decide if you could trust him. After a moment, you seemed to make up your mind and nodded. âOkay⌠but no funny business, mister!â
Sunghoon chuckled softly, his heart doing that funny little flip again. He gently helped you to your feet, slipping an arm around your waist to steady you. âI promise,â he said, leading you toward his car.
The drive was quiet, save for your occasional hiccup or mumble about how the city lights were so pretty. Sunghoon kept glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.
When you arrived at his apartment, Sunghoon helped you out of the car and into the elevator. You leaned heavily against him, clearly exhausted but still stubbornly refusing to give him your address. He figured it was safer to just keep you with him for the night.
His apartment was as sleek and modern as ever, but tonight, it felt different having you there. He led you to the guest bedroom, flicking on the light as he helped you sit on the edge of the bed.
âHere we are,â he said softly, crouching down to help you with your shoes. âYou can sleep here tonight.â
You blinked down at him, a smile spreading across your face. âYouâre really nice for a stranger,â you slurred, reaching out to pat his head clumsily.
Sunghoon felt his face heat up, and he quickly stood, hoping you wouldnât notice. âOkay, now go to sleep,â he said, trying to sound firm.
As he tucked you in, pulling the blanket up around you, you suddenly leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. The taste of alcohol lingered on your breath as you pulled back, giggling. âThank you, stranger,â you murmured, your eyelids drooping heavily.
Sunghoon froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He stared down at you.
âOkay, now go to sleep,â he repeated, this time more to himself than to you as he gently pushed you back onto the pillow.
You were already half asleep, a soft smile on your lips as you mumbled something he couldn't puzzle out. Sunghoon stood there for a moment longer, just watching you.
Finally, he turned off the light and quietly left the room, closing the door behind him. As he leaned against the wall outside, he let out a slow breath, running a hand through his hair.
He was definitely catching feelings for you, and tonight had only made that fact impossible to ignore. But for now, he pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the simple fact that you were safe, and that was all that mattered.
For now.
YOU WAKE UP WITH A POUNDING HEADACHE. Groaning, you reach up to rub your temples, your eyes still squeezed shut against the harsh morning light filtering through the curtains. When you finally dare to open them, the first thing you see is a glass of water and a single pill on the nightstand next to you.
Grateful, you reach for the water and swallow the pill, hoping itâll take the edge off your hangover. But as you set the glass back down, something feels⌠off. You blink a few times, trying to clear the fog from your mind. This didnât look like your bedroom. Where were you?
You sit up slowly, the blanket sliding off your legs as you take in your surroundings. The room is spacious and sleek, with modern, minimalist decorâa far cry from the cozy clutter of your own place. Panic starts to bubble up in your chest as you swing your legs over the side of the bed, your feet meeting the cool hardwood floor.
You stand, wobbling slightly as the room tilts beneath you. After a moment, you steady yourself and start to walk toward the door. The apartment is eerily quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the city beyond the windows. You weren't kidnapped right?
You wander through the hallway, glancing at the modern art on the walls and the polished furniture that looks like it belongs in a high-end magazine. None of it is familiar. Displays of trophies. Your heart pounds faster as you pass by a living room with a sleek black couch and a glass coffee table, everything impeccably neat. Where are you?
Finally, you reach the kitchen, your breath catching in your throat as you see a tall figure standing by the counter, his back to you. Heâs dressed casually, a black t-shirt stretching across his broad shoulders, his hair slightly tousled like heâs just woken up. The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafts through the air, mingling with the sharp scent of something elseâaftershave, maybe.
He turns around, and your heart skips a beat. Sunghoon.
He glances at you, his expression carefully neutral, though you can see the tension in his posture. âYouâre awake,â he says, his voice low and measured, as if heâs trying not to sound too concerned.
You blink, still half-convinced youâre dreaming. âSunghoon?â you whisper, your voice hoarse from sleep. âWhat⌠what happened? I was with Yunah and MiyeonâŚâ
He nods, setting down the mug of coffee he was holding. âYou were,â he confirms, his tone calm âBut you got drunk, really drunk, and I thought it was best you stay here. You were pretty persistent about not telling me your address.â
You stare at him, your mind struggling to piece together the events of the previous night. Flashes of memory come backâcalling him, the bar, the lights of the city, his worried face as he helped you into his car. You groan, slapping a hand to your forehead as it all starts to make sense. âVery smart of you, YN..â you mumble to yourself.
âOkay, fine,â you say, crossing your arms defensively. âBut Iâm still not happy about being brought here without knowing.â
Sunghoon raises an eyebrow, leaning against the counter again. âI didnât exactly have many options, you know. You wouldnât tell me your address.â
You huff, feeling a little defensive. âMaybe if you didnât look so much like a stranger, I wouldâve!â
He smirks, crossing his arms to mirror your stance. âI told you who I was. Itâs not my fault you couldnât recognize me in your drunk state.â
You narrow your eyes at him, the headache making you more irritable than usual. âWell, maybe next time you should have tried harder.â
âNext time?â he echoes, a playful glint in his eyes. âSo, youâre planning to get drunk and forget who I am again?â
You roll your eyes, refusing to back down. âThatâs not what I meant. I just⌠you couldâve left me with Yunah and Miyeon, you know.â
Sunghoonâs smirk fades slightly, and his tone becomes more serious. âThey were tipsy too, and I wasnât about to leave you with them in that condition. You were my responsibility after you called me.â
You bite your lip, realizing he has a point but not willing to admit it. âWell, you didnât have to be so overprotective.â
He sighs, the amusement slipping from his face. âI wasnât being overprotective. I was being responsible.â
You glare at him, but thereâs no real anger behind it, âFine, whatever. But you couldâve at least woken me up or something when we got here.â
He gives you a deadpan look. âYou were barely conscious by the time we got here. I didnât think youâd appreciate being woken up just so you could argue with me.â
You open your mouth to retort but realize you donât have a good comeback. Instead, you huff again and look away, your arms still crossed. âYouâre so annoying.â
Sunghoon chuckles softly, shaking his head. âAnd youâre impossible.â
THE EVENING SKY WAS A DEEP SHADE OF BLUE. the grand hall filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and the low hum of chatter. Your engagement party was a few weeks later than planned, but no less extravagant.
You stood beside Sunghoon, the two of you playing the part of the perfect couple for the night. He looked effortlessly handsome in a tailored black suit. You were dressed in a stunning gown that flowed like water around you.
Sunghoon leaned in close as you both watched your families mingle and enjoy themselves. âRemember,â he said with a teasing smirk, âdonât drink too much tonight. I donât think I could survive another night like the last time.â
You elbowed him lightly in the ribs, giving him a mock glare. âVery funny. Iâll have you know Iâm fully in control tonight.â
He chuckled, the sound low and warm, sending an unexpected shiver down your spine. âIâm just looking out for you.â
You opened your mouth to retort but were interrupted by the sound of a spoon tapping against a glass. Your father stood at the center of the room, commanding everyoneâs attention with his broad smile and booming voice. âLadies and gentlemen,â he began, âif I could have your attention, please! Itâs time for a toast from the happy couple!â
The guests turned toward you and Sunghoon, their eyes bright with expectation. You felt a flutter of nerves as you stepped forward, taking the microphone that was handed to you. Sunghoon stood beside you, his hand resting lightly on the small of your backâa gesture that felt more practiced than genuine.
You took a deep breath and smiled warmly at the crowd. âThank you all for being here tonight,â you began, âIt means the world to us to have our families and closest friends gathered together to celebrate this special occasion. We couldnât be happier to share this moment with all of you.â
Sunghoon took the microphone next, his voice smooth and confident as he added, âWeâre truly grateful for all the love and support weâve received. We promise to make the most of this journey together, no matter what the future holds.â
There was a round of applause, followed by the clinking of glasses as everyone raised their drinks in a toast. You exchanged a smile with Sunghoon, relieved that the speech was over, but the evening wasnât done with its surprises yet.
From somewhere in the crowd, a voice called out, âGive her a kiss!â It started as a playful suggestion, but soon others joined in, chanting and encouraging Sunghoon to kiss you.
Sunghoon chuckled nervously, his usual composed expression faltering slightly. âOh,â he said, turning to you with a hesitant smile. He took your hand and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles. âThere.â
The crowd groaned in playful disapproval, with some guests booing and others laughing at the display. Your father, always the life of the party, wasnât about to let it slide. âCome on, Sunghoon! On the lips!â
You froze, feeling the blood drain from your face as the room buzzed with anticipation. Sunghoon looked just as caught off guard, his eyes widening slightly before he forced a smile back onto his face. âUh, okayâŚ,â he mumbled, clearly out of his depth.
Sunghoon turned back to you, his eyes searching yours for a moment as if silently asking for permission. You gave him a small nod, your heart racing as he leaned in closer. All you could focus on was the feel of his breath against your lips, the scent of his cologne mingling with the faint traces of champagne.
Then, he closed the distance, pressing his lips against yours. It was over before it even began, a brief touch that was more awkward than anything, leaving you both standing there, trying to play it off with polite smiles as the guests erupted into cheers and applause.
But just as you thought the moment had passed, your grandmotherâs voice cut through the noise âY/N! Give him a real kiss!â
Laughter rippled through the room, and you felt your heart sink. This was not part of the plan. You turned to Sunghoon, your eyes wide with a mix of panic and disbelief. He looked just as flustered, his normally calm expression cracking under the pressure.
âHahaâŚ,â you laughed awkwardly, glancing around the room for an escape, but there was none. The guests were all watching, eagerly awaiting the show theyâd been promised.
With no other choice, you forced yourself to smile and faced Sunghoon again. âWellâŚ,â you began, trying to sound lighthearted even though your pulse was racing. âHere goes nothing.â
You leaned in, your lips meeting his once more, but this time, there was no hesitation. The kiss was slow, lingering longer than the last. Sunghoon stiffened at first, clearly taken aback by your sudden compliance, but then something shifted. You felt it in the way his hand instinctively came to rest on your waist, pulling you just a little closer as he relaxed into the kiss.
Then, just as quickly as it started, it was over. Sunghoon pulled back, his eyes searching yours with an expression you couldnât quite read. He looked almost shocked, as if he couldnât believe what had just happened. But he quickly masked it with a smile, a little forced, but enough to appease the crowd.
The guests erupted into applause, their cheers and laughter filling the room as you blinked.
As the celebration continued around you, your gaze caught on a familiar face in the crowd. Youngdae. He was standing off to the side, his eyes narrowed as he watched the two of you. There was something in his expressionâsomething smug, knowing. It sent a chill down your spine.
THE MORNING WAS SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE ANY OTHERâcalm, uneventful. You were scrolling through your phone, sipping on your coffee, when a notification caught your eye. At first, you thought it was just another article about the engagement, another gossip piece speculating about your relationship with Sunghoon. But the headline stopped you cold.
âSunghoon and Y/Nâs Relationship is All Fake and Scripted.â
You felt your heart drop into your stomach, the words blurring in front of your eyes. Panic surged through you as you clicked on the link, your mind racing. How did they find out? Who could have known? As the article loaded, your breath caught in your throat when you saw the authorâs name.
Youngdae.
You scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping your lips as the reality of it set in. Of course, it was him. You shouldâve known he was up to something, but you had been too distracted.
As you read through the article, each line felt like a slap to the face. He had all the detailsâthe fake marriage, the carefully staged moments, even the reasons behind it all. It was as if he had been there, watching every step of the way, waiting for the perfect moment to expose the truth.
Your hands trembled as you scrolled through the comments, each one more vicious than the last. People were calling you a liar, accusing you of playing with their emotions for publicity. The overwhelming wave of hatred and disappointment made you feel sick.
It was all true. Every word of it. The relationship was fake. You knew that from the start, but seeing it laid out like thisâso cold, so calculatedâmade it feel real in a way that shook you to your core.
You set your phone down, staring blankly at the wall in front of you. The buzz of your phone pulled you out of your dazeânumerous missed calls from your parents, texts asking you to explain, to do damage control. But you ignored them. Right now, you couldnât face them. There was only one person you needed to talk to.
Sunghoon.
THE ROAR OF THE ENGINES FILLED THE AIR the scent of burning rubber and gasoline lingering as you stood by the bleachers, watching the cars speed around the track. It felt like dĂŠjĂ vu, standing here again, in the same spot where you first met Sunghoon. Back then, you had watched him win with ease, his car a blur as he crossed the finish line in first place. Today, you found yourself here again, but everything felt differentâheavier, uncertain.
As the race continued, your eyes were locked on Sunghoonâs car. You had come here to support him, to clear your mind and maybe, just maybe, find a way to fix everything. But when his car zoomed past, your heart skipped a beat. His eyes briefly met yours, a flash of recognition in his gaze, but then he looked away, ignoring you completely. A cold wave of dread washed over you.
The race was intense, but something was wrong. Sunghoon wasnât leading like he usually did. For the first time, you watched as he struggled to maintain his position, falling into second place. It was subtle, but you could see the frustration in his driving, the slight hesitations that werenât characteristic of him. When he finally crossed the finish line, there was no victory in his expressionâonly a bitter disappointment.
You didnât waste any time, rushing down the bleachers, making sure to keep your face covered so no one would recognize you. You had to talk to him, had to find out what was going on. As you made your way to the pit area, your heart pounded in your chest, each step feeling heavier than the last.
You found him near his car, his back turned to you as he spoke with his team. He looked differentâtense, his shoulders hunched with frustration. When he finally noticed you, his expression hardened, the coldness in his eyes hitting you like a punch to the gut.
âWhat do you want, Y/N?â he asked, his voice laced with bitterness.
You froze, taken aback by the harshness in his tone. âI⌠I just wanted to talk,â you managed to say, your voice trembling slightly.
âTalk about what?â he snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. âUs?â
âYes,â you whispered, feeling a knot form in your throat. âAbout us.â
Sunghoon let out a harsh laugh, shaking his head. âThere is no âus,â Y/N. Itâs over, isnât it? They know, we knowâitâs over.â
His words stung, each one like a dagger to your heart. You opened your mouth to protest, to explain, but nothing came out. He scoffed at your silence, his eyes narrowing in anger. Your eyes dart to his bruised knuckles but you don't ask.
âSunghoon, please,â you tried again, your voice breaking. âI donât understand why youâre acting like this.â
âWhy?â he echoed, his voice rising in frustration. âBecause this is the reason I got second place! Because I couldnât focus, because all I could think about was this mess weâre in!â
You felt a sharp pang of guilt, the weight of his words sinking in. âSunghoon, Iâm sorry, I didnât mean toââ
âEnough!â he cut you off, his voice firm and unyielding. âJust forget it, okay? We donât know each other. Itâs better that way.â
You stood there, speechless, as he turned away from you, his figure retreating into the crowd.Â
(EARLIER, FLASHBACK)
PARK SUNGHOON STOOD NEAR HIS CAR, focused and mentally preparing himself for the race. But something was different today, a tension in the atmosphere that he couldnât quite place.
As he made his way towards the pit lane, his eyes caught sight of a figure approaching. It was a young man, tall and lean, with a smug expression plastered across his face. Sunghoon squinted, trying to place the familiarity of the stranger. The man walked with an air of arrogance.
âWho are you?â Sunghoon asked, his voice cold and clipped, betraying the irritation that was beginning to simmer beneath the surface.
The man stopped in front of him, tilting his head slightly as if considering the question. âYoungdae,â he replied, his tone dripping with mockery. âIâm YNâs âcloseâ friend.â
The words hung in the air, the taunting lilt in Youngdaeâs voice making Sunghoonâs stomach churn. His mind raced, trying to recall where he had seen this guy before. And then it clicked. The engagement party. Yunjinâs andâŚyour engagement party. Sunghoonâs jaw tightened at the memory.
âAnd?â Sunghoon demanded, his voice now laced with suspicion. âWhat do you want?â
Youngdae smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he was having. âOh, I just wanted to let you know,â he started, his tone nonchalant, âthat I know everything. And YN⌠sheâs been doing all of this for me. She told me she liked me.â
Sunghoonâs world tilted at those words. His heart stuttered in his chest, âWhat?â he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it too loudly would make it true.
Youngdaeâs eyes gleamed with satisfaction. âYeah, sheâs been playing you, Sunghoon,â he continued, his voice taunting. âThe whole marriage thing? It was just a way for her to escape, to protect me. Sheâs mine.â
Sunghoonâs blood boiled, his vision narrowing on the man in front of him. Lies. They had to be lies. But the seed of doubt had been planted, twisting and turning in his mind. âOh really?â Sunghoon muttered, his voice low, dangerous.
Youngdae barely had time to react before Sunghoonâs fist connected with his jaw, sending him staggering backward. Youngdae straightened, wiping the blood from his lip, his smirk only widening.
âTouched a nerve, did I?â Youngdae sneered, stepping forward as if ready for more.
Sunghoon didnât wait. Another punch.
Finally, with one last kick, Sunghoon sent Youngdae sprawling to the ground, breathing heavily, chest heaving. He stood over the other man, fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles bruised and bloody. But the pain in his hands was nothing compared to the ache in his chest.
âCongratulations,â Sunghoon spat, his voice thick with emotion. âYou got yourself a girlfriend.â The words tasted bitter on his tongue.
With that, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Youngdae on the ground. Was it true? Had everything between you been a lie?
IT HAD BEEN A WEEK SINCE THE WORLD YOU CAREFULLY CONSTRUCTED CAME CRASHING DOWN. The memories of that awful day played on a loop in your mind, leaving you exhausted and drained. You spent countless hours crying, the weight of Sunghoonâs words crushing you. Miyeon and Yunah sat by your side, their attempts to comfort you. They tried everythingâfunny stories, your favorite movies, even bringing you your favorite snacksâbut nothing seemed to help.
Meanwhile, Sunghoon was a mess of his own. The usually confident and composed Formula 1 driver was now a stressed for the past week etched deeply into his features. He had barely slept, and when he did, his dreams were haunted by images of youâyour smile, your laugh, and the pain in your eyes when he had turned his back on you. He didnât want to think about it, but it was all he could think about.
He was sitting with Heeseung, Jay, and Jake. Heeseung glanced at Sunghoon, noticing the way his friend had been uncharacteristically quiet, his gaze unfocused as he stared off in the distance. Heeseung finally broke the silence, his tone cautious, âSo⌠you ended things with YN?â
Sunghoon let out a long, heavy sigh, his hand running through his hair in frustration. âYeah,â he muttered, the word filled with regret. âShe was just using me to get some guy named Youngdae.â
Jake raised an eyebrow at that, his skepticism clear. âHer? Use you?â There was disbelief in his voice, as if the idea itself was absurd.
Jay, who had been scrolling through his phone, looked up with a frown. âDid you not read the article?â he asked, his tone serious. âThe author is Youngdae. Heâs the one who exposed your fake relationship or whatever.â
Sunghoon blinked, the words taking a moment to sink in. âWhat?â he muttered, confusion lacing his voice. He straightened in his seat, pulling out his phone with shaky hands. His fingers fumbled as he searched for the article, the one he had tried so hard to avoid reading because he thought he already knew the truth.
When the article loaded on his screen, he read it carefully, his eyes scanning every word, every sentence. As the pieces started to fall into place, his heart began to race. The tone of the article, the subtle jabs at both you and him, the not-so-subtle gloatingâeverything screamed of someone with a personal vendetta. Youngdae. The man who had approached him before the race, taunting him, planting seeds of doubt in his mind. Sunghoonâs eyes widened as realization hit him like a freight train.
âIt was all a lie,â he whispered to himself. He looked up at his friends, his expression one of dawning horror. âShe wasnât using me. Youngdae set the whole thing up.â
Heeseung, Jay, and Jake watched as the realization washed over Sunghoon, each of them exchanging worried glances. âYeah, it looks like that asshole was trying to mess with you both,â Jay said, his voice calm but firm.
Sunghoonâs thoughts were a whirlwind as he pieced everything together. The way Youngdae had approached him, the lies heâd told, the article designed to twist the truth and drive a wedge between you two. How could he have been so blind?
âShoot,â Sunghoon cursed under his breath, his heart pounding in his chest. âI need to talk to her.â
YOU SIGHED, tugging at the sleeves of your jacket as you followed Yunah and Miyeon through the bustling crowd. The roar of excited fans and the distant rumble of engines filled the air, a constant reminder of where you wereâsomewhere you hadnât wanted to be. Yunah had practically dragged you here, insisting that Sunghoon wouldnât be part of the lineup today. âJust come along for the fun,â she had said. âItâll be a good distraction.â And you had reluctantly agreed.
But as you found your seat and the contestants started to make their way onto the track, your heart nearly stopped. There he was. Sunghoon, as he strode confidently towards his car, the cheers of the crowd rising in volume.
âYou lied, Yunah,â you muttered, narrowing your eyes at your friend.
Yunah winced, offering you a sheepish smile. âOops. Guess I got that wrong.â
Miyeon chuckled, nudging your shoulder playfully. âWell, youâre not leaving now. We paid for these tickets!â
You rolled your eyes, trying to push down the pain that had been gnawing at you for days. It wasnât easy seeing him after everything, the memories of your last encounter still fresh and raw. But you couldnât deny the way your heart skipped a beat when his eyes met yours. For a fleeting moment, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, but you couldnât bring yourself to return it, instead looking away quickly, focusing on the crowd.
The race was intense, the final race of the season. whoever won this race would be crowned the champion. Your eyes followed Sunghoonâs car as it sped around the track. You could feel your chest tightening with each passing lap, the anticipation building as he edged closer to victory.
And then, in a blur of speed and adrenaline, Sunghoon crossed the finish line first. The crowd erupted in cheers, the energy electric as the realization set inâhe had won. Again.
Sunghoon stepped out of his car, triumphant, the smile on his face broad and genuine as he accepted his trophy. But then, to your surprise, he grabbed the microphone, his voice booming through the speakers.
âThis is my fourth year being the champion of this season,â he began, his tone proud but also tinged with something elseâsomething softer. âThank you, everyone, for your support. It means the world to me.â
You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, hoping the moment would pass quickly, but then his words took an unexpected turn.
âAnd to those who donât think YN and I are together⌠we are,â Sunghoon continued, his eyes searching the crowd until they found you. Your breath hitched as he held your gaze. âAnd I love her. I truly do. I think itâs the way she laughs or smiles. Itâs just the way she gives me butterflies. A composure I canât hold when sheâs with me.â
Your eyes widened, confusion and shock swirling in your mind. What was he doing? Was this some kind of joke? But his expression was serious, sincere, and there was a vulnerability in his eyes that you hadnât seen before.
âIâm sorry, YN,â he said through the mic, the words raw and honest. Before you could process what was happening, you felt hands on your backâYunah and Miyeon were pushing you out of your seat, urging you forward.
âGo on!â Yunah whispered excitedly, while Miyeon giggled beside her.
You were practically shoved onto the track, and suddenly, you were standing in front of Sunghoon. The world seemed to blur around you, the noise of the crowd fading into the background as all you could focus on was himâjust him.
Sunghoonâs eyes softened as he looked at you, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. He stepped closer, lowering the mic, his voice now just for you. âYN, Iâm sorry for everything. For just leaving you with no explanation. I let my insecurities get the best of me, and I almost lost you because of it. But I swear, thatâs never going to happen again.â You stared at him, confusion on your face.
â I pieced it all together, and I realized how wrong I was. I was stupid, and Iâm so sorry. But I love you, YN. I love you more than I can put into words. And I want us to be official, for real this time.â
Your heart was pounding in your chest, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions washing over you. It felt surreal, like a dream you were afraid to wake up from. âActually?â you whispered, needing to hear it again, needing to know this was real.
âActually,â Sunghoon confirmed, a small, hopeful smile on his lips.
A smile slowly crept onto your face as you felt the last of your doubts melt away. âWell⌠I love you too,â you said, your voice trembling with emotion.
And then, before you could say another word, Sunghoon leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a soft kiss. His hand cupped the side of your face, his thumb brushing softly against your cheek as his lips moved against yours.
When you finally pulled away, breathless and smiling, Sunghoonâs eyes sparkled with mischief. âYou know,â he began, his voice teasing, âwhen you were drunk a few weeks ago, you kissed me on the lips.â
Your eyes widened in surprise. âWhy didnât you tell me earlier?â you asked.
âI was just waiting for this moment,â he replied with a grin, pulling you into another kiss as the crowd cheered around you, their applause now a distant echo.
THE CITY WAS ALIVE WITH A SOFT GLOW. Sunghoon drove through the city. You sat beside him, your hand resting comfortably on his as the cool night air streamed in through the open window, brushing against your skin and sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.
The world outside was quiet, peaceful, a perfect contrast to the whirlwind of excitement that had surrounded you both ever since the news broke. Everyone knew nowâabout the engagement, the wedding plans, the future that was waiting for you both just around the corner.
Sunghoon glanced over at you, a soft smile playing on his lips as he admired the way the moonlight highlighted your features, making you look even more ethereal.
At every green light, he would lean over, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. His lips were soft, lingering just long enough to make your heart flutter, before he would pull away with a grin, only to repeat the sweet gesture at the next light.
âDo you know how beautiful you look right now?â he murmured, his voice low as his fingers intertwined with yours, giving your hand a light squeeze.
You smiled, a blush creeping up your cheeks as you looked over at him. âYou always say that,â you teased, but the warmth in your voice showed how much you loved hearing it.
âItâs because itâs true,â he replied softly, leaning in for another kiss as the light turned green. This time, the kiss lingered a little longer, his lips moving tenderly against yours.
When he pulled back, a grin on his face that matched your own. âI canât wait to marry you,â he whispered.
âMe neither,â you whispered back, leaning in for one more kiss.
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