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[ericsprincess]

open the keys, open the mind

nc-17, Jeong Jaehyun/Reader, Na Jaemin/Reader, Jeong Jaehyun/Na Jaemin, step-sibling incest, Jaehyun and Jaemin are step-brothers, modern au, m/f/m threesome, vaginal sex, oral sex, cunnilingus, 

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Your boyfriend brings you home for the first time. 

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Oh damn, you curse in your head and congratulate yourself on this absolute catch, as your hand sneaks under Jaehyun’s cozy sweater and you discover that he has a set of very chiseled abs that he was until now successfully hiding under his cute hoodies and grandpa sweaters. You can’t resist running up his body with your hand almost up to his chest, savoring the feel of each hard separate muscle, feeling the divots between them and the warmth of his skin. He likes it, likes being touched and sighs into your mouth as you kiss and touch him and the sound of it makes you smile a little. His voice is so nice. He, in his entirety, is just so nice.  

You have him pressed against the door of his apartment, kissing him desperately with one hand on his neck, pulling him down, closer to you, and the other one wherever you can reach, while he is trying to blindly put the key into the keyhole to let you both in. He’s not even close to his target, just barely poking the door with each failed attempt, but neither of you pays much attention to it, despite the urgency you’re making out with - you both want more, both want to quickly get into the apartment, into Jaehyun’s bed where you can finally tear the clothes off each other, but neither is yet willing to take even a quick pause to unstick from the other to get an actual move on this. 

But the desperation is real though - you and Jaehyun have been dating casually for three months and just last week you have mutually decided that you like each other enough to make it official. And it made you really happy. Everything with Jaehyun is just so comfortable and easy. So much, it even feels too easy at times. At first you weren’t sure about it, you were afraid he would turn out to be a pushover, or worse, an indecisive manchild that will expect you to do all the work in the relationship, but he’s far from that. His assertiveness is quiet, his boundaries are firm and his opinions are always there, even if he doesn’t always feel like expressing them. So for the most part, he’s happy to let you decide about everything you want, simply taking pleasure in watching you getting your way, but ever so often he likes to surprise you with something of his own initiative - whether a date idea or an unexpected, very thoughtful gift, clearly remembering all of the drivel you’ve been flooding him with. Not only that, but despite him not being that much of a talker (unlike yourself), you always manage to find out something interesting about him. You’re always looking forward to getting to know every little random fact about him.  Which means you’ve been complementing each other very well so far - he’s not stifling your spirit, rather enhancing it. He makes your days brighter. And you hope that it’s mutual. 

So today, after your first real date as a couple, there is an event you’ve been both carefully skirting about and silently anticipating with somewhat unspoken agreement - it’s going to be the first time you’re going to have sex. Well, not technically, since, to your endless shame, your first meeting was a random (very) drunk hook up in a dirty club bathroom, where you let Jaehyun fingerbang you until you saw stars, while he was humping your thigh like a horny dog and cumming in his pants. You don’t remember much else from that evening, just that you somehow managed to exchange numbers and then the morning after you woke up with the worst hangover in your life and one unread message - “hey, it’s jaehyun. do you remember last night?”

At first you felt too embarrassed to reply, but hey - it’s not like he wasn't there with you, doing all those things together. So you replied and a day later you found yourself sitting in a cafe with a very handsome man whose oddly preppy clothes and calm demeanor would never hint on the fact that he would hook up with someone in a club bathroom. Or that he would even go to a club in the first place. But he was cute and funny and you were sold on him from the beginning. And when you blushingly suggested that if anyone asks, you should just say you met on Tinder (“like normal losers”), he laughed with his deep warm voice and when he nodded with a smile that had his dimples showing, you felt it in your heart. 

Which brings you here - into the poorly lit hallway in front of Jaehyun’s apartment when he’s finally managed to open the front door. You stumble inside together, laughing as Jaehyun is hastily trying to take the key out and close the door at the same time, but when you turn towards the living room, you both stop in your tracks at the unexpected sight. 

There on the sofa in front of the TV lies a young man, lazily splayed, with one hand in a bag of chips and the other scratching his belly. He looks up from the sofa as you interrupt, but his face shows only indifference. And he’s very handsome - with bleached blonde, almost platinum hair and a beautiful, doll-like face with big eyes. He seems to be younger than Jaehyun (a student, maybe?), dressed in just a t-shirt and sweatpants and looks like he’s at home, which is strange, since as far as you know, Jaehyun is supposed to live alone. 

“Hi,” the stranger greets, with a surprisingly deep-voiced drawl that does not match his pretty face at all. He smiles a second later, as if he’s suddenly remembered he’s supposed to do so, but it’s not a sincere or a warm smile, rather an oddly predatory one, full of teeth. It makes you almost nervous, despite nothing about him being outwardly hostile, not by a long shot. 

“Oh..hi?” you answer. “Who is that?” you whisper to Jaehyun, confused. You didn’t expect a visitor putting a damper on your plans. 

“I don’t know him,” mumbles Jaehyun, while scratching his nose. 

“I’m his brother,” drawls the man from the sofa, not bothering to get up to properly introduce himself. He does put away the bag of chips though and brushes off the crumbs off his t-shirt.  

“Stepbrother.”

“Same difference,” replies the stranger. 

An awkward silence falls onto the room. Nobody is saying anything. Jaehyun seems fully focused on an imaginary spot on the carpet and you don’t feel like it’s your place to speak up, since you’re the guest here. So you’re just kind of standing awkwardly, not entirely sure how the atmosphere suddenly got so tense. Why is it so tense even? you think. It’s just a brother. You don’t understand why Jaehyun is suddenly acting almost like a child caught stealing cookies. 

There should not be a reason for Jaehyun to be so awkward at the situation of his brother meeting his girlfriend. Ironically, the stranger on the sofa does not seem awkward at all. In fact, it’s almost as if he’s enjoying the weird atmosphere.  

He’s looking at the two of you with interrogative eyes and you know he’s already put two and two together. His older brother, Jaehyun, brought home a woman and the purpose of the visit is clear as a day, from the way you stumbled into the apartment, the way how your clothes are already a bit messed up and your lips are red from kissing. 

"Can I watch? There is nothing on TV right now," he asks suddenly, not bothering with any pretense. His unwavering smile is unsettling and you feel as if his eyes could see right through you and straight up read all your thoughts.  

“Just ignore him,” says Jaehyun, suddenly awakened from his thoughts, but looking very tired and grabbing you by your hand and pulling you along as he’s heading out of the living room. “Don’t bother us Jaemin, I mean it.” he throws over his shoulder, not waiting for Jaemin’s reply.

He pulls you into his (nice, tidy and clean, as you quickly take a notice) bedroom and closes the door behind you. He sighs and rubs his hand over his face. 

“I’m really sorry, I didn’t expect him to be here,” he apologizes. 

“Does he not live with you? He looked all cozy there,” you ask, confused. 

“No, thank god. He has summer vacations and knows how to pick a lock. He comes and goes whenever he likes and usually it’s not a problem. I guess I did not think about the possibility that he decides that today he likes my sofa more than our parents’ one,” he shakes his head. “Sorry for the surprise. We can postpone the…” Jaehyun vaguely waves his hand, still not quite able to put it into words “if you are not in the mood anymore. I can either drive you home or we can just chill,” he suggests. 

“Are you crazy? Our...plans…are still on,” you step closer to him, pulling him into your arms and kissing him softly. “There is nothing that could ruin the mood for me, not with how much I’ve been wanting you ever since the first time, you know?” you laugh into the kiss and he gently squeezes your waist, agreeing. You’re glad he’s also not being deterred by the unexpected company. “I’ve been thinking about this for weeks,” you admit. 

And you will not say it out loud but…the thought of Jaehyun’s hot baby brother possibly overhearing you two having sex sounds more appealing than it should.  

From then on it’s almost a whirlwind, Jaehyun quickly tears all the clothes off you and pushes you on the bed, letting you softly fall on your back. He takes off his shirt, but is way too impatient to deal with his trousers. His shirt hasn’t even landed on the floor and he’s already kneeling in front of the bed, spreading your legs and diving face first. 

He’s eating your pussy with laser focus, as if it were the only thing that mattered at that moment. And he’s clearly not new to this, he knows how to start slowly, how to entice and make you want more. It doesn’t seem like he will need any kind of guidance whatsoever, so you just lie down and enjoy the warm and wet feeling and the stimulation of his tongue and lips on you. 

But then, a few minutes into this, when you’re already warmed up enough and you can feel the arousal building, the bedroom door behind Jaehyun slowly and silently opens, revealing Jaemin, standing in the doorway. He doesn’t announce himself and makes no sound - just leans his shoulder on the doorway and watches. 

You gasp from the surprise, but you realize quickly you don’t want Jaehyun to find out, not yet. So you distract from your mistake by grabbing a fistful of his black hair, pushing you more into your pussy. And he likes that, he enjoys the pain of his hair being pulled, you can tell from a muffled moan he lets out and the way he squeezes your thighs, holding you firm and close to his face. 

A minute passes, with Jaehyun dutifully eating you out like a last meal, not knowing that you’re squirming so much not only because of his tongue getting you close to your orgasm, but also because of the way Jaemin is staring at you. Intense, contemplating, prying cold eyes cataloguing every reaction you make whenever Jaehyun changes the tempo or flickers his tongue just right. 

“Is he good?” asks Jaemin casually, as if he couldn't tell from the obvious way you’re enjoying yourself.

You can feel Jaehyun tense for a second, but he doesn’t stop doing what he’s doing. His eyes open and flicker up to take a quick look at you though. He doesn't need to check for your comfort, you’re not in distress, rather the opposite. The combination of Jaehyun’s skill, the unashamed voyeur and the fact that Jaehyun won’t stop despite knowing he’s being watched by his brother is so powerful, that you are coming almost immediately, holding on to Jaehyun’s head for dear life as you’re twisting in pleasure, that’s so strong you don’t even remember the last time you came like that. 

With Jaehyun’s help you slowly come down, and when your orgasm is finally done, you let his hair go. He straightens up, sitting on his heels in front of the bed. His hair is a mess, he’s blushing red up to his chest, sweaty, with his face wet and glistening from your juices. He’s still catching his breath. 

Jaemin moves from the doorway and sits on the bed right next to you. He looks at kneeling Jaehyun who looks up back at him. 

“Can I have a taste?” he whispers and leans forward, as if he were about to kiss him. Jaehyun flinches at the last moment, but he realizes he’s being fooled when Jaemin only licks him up the cheek playfully. “Tasty.” he winks back at you, smiling his shark smile again. 

Jaehyun looks at him questioningly, with one eyebrow raised. 

“There is still nothing on TV,” Jaemin shrugs, as if the explanation should have been obvious. 

Jaehyun stares at him, contemplating, and then at you. You can see the imaginary wheels spinning in his head, trying to sense out whether you’re ok with his brother being here. Whether he’s ok with his brother being here. 

“Y/N, what do you think?” he turns to you. Oh. He’s in.

You take a second to pretend you’re actually thinking, even though there is absolutely no need to. 

“What do I think? I think you should go kiss your brother,” you smile smugly, almost vibrating with anticipation of Jaehyun’s reaction.  

“Stepbrother,” he whispers, grabbing Jaemin roughly by his jaw and kissing him, pushing his tongue into Jaemin’s mouth immediately. It’s not like any of the kisses he’s ever shared with you. It’s a lot more aggressive, and you can see how Jaemin melts into it, immediately submitting to Jaehyun’s silent power. You realize you’re similar in this - both full of talk and attitude, but ultimately giving in to the stronger one. Maybe that’s why Jaehyun likes you. 

They kiss for a while for your enjoyment, Jaehyun keeping Jaemin firmly under his lead, but eventually letting the kiss become more gentle, almost sweet. It ends with a few cute sweet pecks that Jaehyun gives Jaemin, whose eyes are closed. He’s smiling a little. 

“I’ve been thinking about this for years,” Jaemin whispers, almost soundlessly, as they finally separate from each other, and you would laugh at the shared sentiment, except you find that you don’t really want to ruin the moment, But you really get it. It hasn’t been that long for you as for Jaemin, but it doesn’t surprise you in the slightest. 

Jaehyun reaches back to his jean pocket and takes out a little foil square. He hands the condom to Jaemin.

“Be good,” he says. It sounds both like a permission and a warning. 

Jaemin strips himself in a flash, revealing a bit of his impatience and youthful enthusiasm in an adorable way. One second he’s sitting clothed on a bed, the next he’s naked, settling between your legs while ripping the condom wrapper with his teeth. His body is beautiful. He’s a bit shorter than Jaehyun and he has less muscle too, but he’s not behind in beauty. Just different, younger, not yet having caught up to his older brother. They pose a nice contrast next to each other - gloomy-looking Jaehyun with his black hair and pale skin, the epitome of Snow White beauty, while Jaemin’s skin is golden, hair almost white and his smile is blinding. Handsome pair of brothers, even if not alike at all. 

“How does she usually like it?” Jaemin asks Jaehyun as he’s rolling the condom on. “Missionary? From behind?” 

But Jaehyun doesn’t answer, instead he looks at you, prompting you to answer by yourself. And of course, Jaemin is quick to catch on that, before you have the chance to reply. 

“Oh. You don’t know? Was this supposed to be the first time? And you let me have her before you do?” he scoffs. “Well, aren’t you the perfect boyfriend?” he grins at his brother. 

Jaehyun just nods in pretend solemnity. 

“Of course I am. And I take care of what’s mine. There will be many other times,” he replies.  

“Then missionary will be perfect,” decides Jaemin. “I want her to see me well. First time with a new boyfriend should be memorable.”

He doesn’t waste more time and pushes in. You’re still so wet and relaxed from your first orgasm that there is no resistance or discomfort at all. And you have already started to get aroused just from watching them kiss. 

Jaemin feels good, you barely had time to take a glimpse at his cock, but it feels adequate, filling you well and reaching all the right places. His tempo is fast from the start, no doubt thanks to him being too pent up already, but you can’t complain as he’s not being rough with you at all. Not only he fucks you well but also the sight from under him is stunning, as his skin breaks into sweat and glistens, his abs and biceps straining to hold him up. You bring your hands up to grope at his pecs, pull and pinch at his nipples to spur him more, to make him lose his mind. He’s trying to hold his moans back, but every sound he’s not able to contain sounds like music to your ears. 

In between being fucked very thoroughly and a sight for gods thats being provided to you, a crackling sound of metal zipper brings your attention back to your boyfriend. Jaehyun unzips his jeans and kicks them off together with his underwear, revealing his hard cock, big and pale with flushed red tip. He’s been hard for so long his precum is dripping in slow sticky drops on the floor. You can’t take your eyes off it and you have a hunch you’re not the only one. 

Jaehyun steps closer to the bed next to your head and you don’t wait to be asked. You open your mouth and let him feed you his cock, while you take one hand off Jaemin’s tits and put it on Jaehyun’s cock to suck him better. You savor the taste of his precome, licking it off the tip, letting it drip into your mouth. 

It feels like a bliss, being both used and serviced by two hot men, worse, brothers. You’re barely thinking as you’re just enjoying the taste and the presence of your boyfriend’s cock in your mouth and the cock of his brother in your pussy, getting you close to an orgasm. 

Your eyes are closed, but as you sense a movement next to your face you blink them opened. Jaemin is leaning forward, his face close to yours and he looks like he would be about to kiss you, were your mouth not full of Jaehyun’s cock. But you know what he’s after. You pull Jaehyun’s cock out of your mouth and offer it to him, letting him lick and suck it along, together with you. 

You glimpse up at Jaehyun, who’s been watching all of this unfold, as he immediately, reflexively grabs Jaemin’s hair and you see he looks conflicted whether he should pull him off or push him down to suck his dick more thoroughly. But he notices your eyes and you wink at him playfully and that’s what does it. He pushes Jaemin closer. 

Jaehyun, having made up his mind, is now unashamedly moaning, as he’s watching his girlfriend and brother suck his cock together, occasionally sharing a little kiss, tongues touching over him. He’s been close for such a long time and he has barely the mental presence to warn you before he’s cumming all over your face, Jaemin catching some of it in his mouth too. Jaehyun slowly pulls away, squeezing out the last drop into your open mouth and then Jaemin is kissing you full on, spitting Jaehyun’s cum into your mouth too and then licking it all back, all of that while he’s fucking into you, frenzied and wanting nothing else, just to finally cum. You embrace him with both of your hands, one sliding down to squeeze his ass to push it deeper into you and then you’re both coming at once. You feel him twitch inside you as he’s pumping the cum along with your pussy spasming and it feels like double the orgasm for you, and at that moment you’re truly like a one body.

~~~

You’re just about to fall asleep. The bed is so soft and comfortable and you have an armful of a young blond man already fast asleep, with head right on your boobs, the rest of his body wrapped around you tightly like an octopus. Jaemin seems to have taken a liking to you in a matter of hours and has no reservation about showing it. He already planned somewhere where he wants to take you for dinner, while you were idly chatting while waiting for Jaehyun. He refused to tell you where and he didn’t call it a date per se, but…The glint in his eyes was telling enough. 

The bed dips a little on your other side as Jaehyun comes back from his shower, smelling all nice and clean and lies down next to you. He reaches over to kiss Jaemin’s forehead and pet his hair gently, then he gives you a sweet good night kiss and turns off the light. 

And then you sleep. 

~~~

a/n: a wise woman once said “you can’t spell incest without nct”. 

[luvrseung]

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬

## pairing(s)! motorcycle driver heeseung! x yn!

## synopsis! yn's life takes an unexpected turn when she catches her boyfriend cheating on her and she meets the mysterious Heeseung, a captivating man on a motorcycle. After a brief yet memorable encounter, he vanishes, leaving her longing for more. Months later, they cross paths again. Yn's mixed emotions and Heeseung's determination do they have a happy ending?

## genre! not too bad angst, fluff at the end ! Idk dude I just work here

## wc! 8.9k

## warning(s)! cursing, and not much else?? but if u feel like there should be a warning for anything else, please let me know asap!!

## a/n! THIS IS MY LONGEST FIC EVER EVERRRRR. its currently 4:15 am as i post this and i have class at 11! hahaha.. anyways. inspo hit me like a truck... well, like a motorcycle HEHEHE. ahem.. okay. i hope you guys like this i really enjoyed writing it! please send me any feedback! mwah mwah i love uu i go sleep now! also pls don't mind any typos or errors im so delirious rn thank u bye bye

You step out of the dimly lit restroom, returning to the bar, only to find an empty seat beside you, where your boyfriend was seated just moments ago. His jacket remains draped over the backrest, a silent testament to his brief absence. Curiosity piques your interest as you assume he must have also ventured to the restroom. Settling in, you rest your head on your hand, elbow propped against the sleek bar, and survey the vibrant club that surrounds you. The music's thunderous pulse reverberates through your chest, infusing the air with almost a tangible energy. A sensual blend of alcohol and alluring perfumes weaves a heavy tapestry which fills your senses. In this tantalizing environment, the crowd is a dynamic kaleidoscope of movement and emotion—dancers, laughter, clinking glasses, tendrils of smoke swirling upward—each contributing to the sensory feast. Among the sea of passion and revelry, a singular couple draws your unwavering attention. Their fervent embrace seems to defy the boundaries of time and space, an intense kiss that hangs on the precipice of necessity. In an instant, your heart plummets, and the couple reluctantly disentangles from each other. As your gaze locks onto their faces, the unfolding revelation leaves you breathless.

As you rise from your barstool, your steps carry a mix of uncertainty and disbelief, drawing you inexorably toward the pulsating heart of the dance floor. The scene before your eyes demands confirmation, and what you find shatters your world in an instant. There, under the chaotic spell of the music's relentless rhythm, stands your boyfriend, now a stranger, locked in a passionate embrace with another woman. Her arms are a seductive snakily coil around the back of his neck, and their laughter mingles with the infectious beats of the music, now assaulting your ears as you reach the realization of betrayal. A concoction of emotions—upset, betrayal, and the intoxicating fumes of alcohol—swirl within you, drawing you forward as the heat crawls up your face and flows into the rest of your body. Your feet guide you through the trembling beat, and, with a burst of fiery rage, you confront the pair. In an act of defiance and heartbreak, your open palm collides with your now ex-boyfriend's cheek in a resounding slap, the sound lost in the under the booming music that fills the club. The mysterious girl, who moments ago was dancing with him, stumbles back, her face etched with shock and disbelief. With your wounded pride, you retreat to the sanctuary of the bar. A final shot materializes before you, its amber contents beckoning with an illusory promise of numbness. You down the drink with the recklessness and no caution, the burn in your throat eclipsed by the feeling of your shattered heart.

You inform the bartender with a casual wave that the responsibility for the bill rests with the man you arrived with, an excuse that offers a semblance of dignity as you navigate your unsteady exit from the bar's confines. The city's nightlife swirls around you, a vivid blanket of neon lights and indistinct conversations. Perched on the curb outside the bar, you release a heavy, audible sigh that seems to resonate with the depth of your emotions. The exasperated "pfft" escapes your lips as you dismissively mutter, "What a waste." you recline, propping yourself up on your arms behind you, while your gaze ascends towards the night sky. It's as if you're summoning the attention of a god you don't even believe in, the stars and the moon bearing witness to your turmoil. Unbidden tears begin to well in your eyes, forming glistening pools that threaten to overflow. Yet, in a strange paradox, laughter bubbles up from within your heavy chest, as if mocking the absurdity of the situation. "He made a mistake… losing me? How stupid," you whisper to yourself, the words a bittersweet blend of self-affirmation and ironic amusement. Your tears, now fallen, trace glittering paths down your cheeks, their journey reflecting the city's glimmering lights. You cast your gaze downward, scrutinizing your ensemble—a striking red dress that billows around you, paired with towering, sleek black heels. In that moment of reflection, you realize that it was not you who was lost; it was him. Your attire serves as a poignant reminder that you are a treasure to be cherished, a realization that strengthens your resolve even as tears continue to fall.

Amid the quiet solace of your unspoken sorrows, the sudden roar of a motorcycle's powerful engine reverberates through the air, and your attention is instinctively drawn to the source. With a magnetic allure, the motorcycle glides to a stop not far from your lonesome, commanding your undivided focus. You study the machine as if decoding a riddle; its lustrous body gleams in pristine white, a stark contrast to the glinting silver rims of the wheels. The interior and seats, ensconced in shadowy allure, exude an air of enigmatic sophistication, cloaked in inky blackness. Seated astride this mechanical masterpiece is a man who embodies a paradox of rugged elegance. He possesses a commanding yet lean figure, an epitome of grace and strength that defies the bounds of convention. Draped in a formidable, protective black jacket, his attire is sending your brain into a frenzy. Fitting black jeans encase his legs, while black gloves envelope his hands with a subtle promise of concealed purpose. Each step echoing an aura of intrigue, he dons a pair of black Doc Marten boots, their resolute presence amplifying his enigmatic appeal. Atop the mysterious man’s figure sits a gloss-black helmet, its contours hinting at the mysteries that lie beneath.

With deliberate grace, he lifts the helmet from his head, revealing a crown of luxurious, dark purple locks. Your astonishment lingers in the air, and you can't help but be drawn to the allure of this captivating stranger. To call your fascination mere curiosity would be a gross understatement. Each of his features appears meticulously crafted, from his silver-clad ears adorned with earrings, to a proud and tall nose, and his eyes—those big beguiling orbs that seem to harbor a pool of secrets within. It's a visage that commands attention, the embodiment of an elusive charm that ignites your every sense. In a moment of serendipity, your eyes meet, the spark of connection bridging the gap between strangers. He saunters toward the store adjacent to the bar, a fleeting look of mischief dancing in his eyes. A playful wink and an enigmatic smile are cast in your direction, a wordless invitation that beckons with a magnetic pull. He dismounts from his motorcycle with an elegance that mirrors the grace of a dancer, setting the helmet upon the seat . As he disappears into the depths of the store, the intoxicating combination of your inebriation and the fragile state of your emotions conspire to form a whimsical yet irresistible decision. It's a gravitational force that leaves you with no choice but to step into the store and follow the purple-haired enigma, your heart beating in time with the uncharted journey that awaits.

As the convenience store door chimes melodically with your entry, a tingle of excitement courses through the air. The purple-haired enigma, the pull of destiny that brought you here, stands before you, a magnetic presence that seems to command every aisle. His striking figure exudes an aura that is both electrifying and tantalizing, and you can't help but gravitate toward him. With fluid grace, he reaches into the fridge to retrieve a drink, his movements a mesmerizing dance of confidence. You approach, and behind the cool, glass refrigerator door, your eyes lock in a seductive connection. He acknowledges your presence with a sultry smile that ignites the room. With an air of unshakable self-assuredness, you compliment his sleek motorcycle, your words laced with a smoldering charm. His response is a flirtatious grin, and as he rises to his full, towering height, he gazes down upon you, a titillating hint of promise in his eyes. "Thanks, ever been on a bike before, pretty girl?" he inquires, the huskiness of his voice sending electric shivers down your spine. Butterflies flutter wildly in your stomach as his words hang in the air. You return the provocative banter, testing the waters of this intriguing encounter. “Is this an invitation mr……?.”

“Heeseung. Lee Heeseung.” He introduces himself with a name that rolls off his tongue like a forbidden secret—Lee Heeseung. His playful response drips with allure, and you find yourself ensnared in the the moment. "And maybe it is an invitation… if you're willing to accept, Miss …..”? Your own name tastes sweeter than ever on your lips as you tease him with a hint of coyness, “Yn. Y/ln Yn. And why should I Lee?” Heeseung's perceptive eyes dart to the mascara-stained traces of tears on your face, his gaze tracing the invisible scars etched upon your soul. He tenderly points to your head, his words laden with a quiet understanding. "Judging by the mascara-stained tears on your face, I think a ride would fix whatever troubled that pretty little head of yours." A shy smile dances upon your lips, your heart pounding with a mixture of vulnerability and courage. "Got an extra helmet, then?" You say as acceptance to his offer. Heeseung's smirk deepens, his voice dripping with a seductive promise. "Good girl. Of course I do. You never know who needs a good ride." The air crackles with the electrifying energy of an adventure about to unfurl, as you and Lee Heeseung step into the thrilling unknown, united by the allure of the night.

In one hand, he clutches a tall, foreboding can of Monster energy drink, its vibrant, neon label a stark contrast to the other hand, which cradles a diminutive yellow box adorned with the endearing label "banana milk." The curious combination of his selections hints at the multifaceted personality of the man who has now become your enigmatic companion. With the transaction complete, the two of you emerge from the convenience store, and Heeseung extends a seemingly casual but unmistakably thoughtful gesture—offering you the little yellow box of banana milk. You accept it with a raised eyebrow, your curiosity piqued. "How'd you know I liked this, Lee?" you inquire, your voice touched by intrigue. A mischievous smile graces Heeseung's lips as he leans in a bit closer, and his response dances on the edges of flirtation, causing the butterflies in your stomach to stir with newfound hunger. "Pretty girls, like you, like banana milk," he teases, his words delivered with an artful charm that sends a shiver of excitement coursing through you. Grateful for his gesture, you return the enchanting smile, the air thick with an electrifying tension. As you both make your way toward the magnificent motorcycle that had initially captivated your attention, anticipation courses through your veins, setting your body aglow with excitement. You stand behind Heeseung, observing his every move with eager eyes. With practiced ease, he opens a concealed compartment at the back of the bike, revealing a second helmet that bears a striking silver star on either side. It's a unique touch that adds to the enigma of the man before you. Heeseung places your drinks within the compartment, where the second helmet once resided. With a smooth and assured motion, he secures the compartment and then offers you your designated helmet, a symbol of the adventure you're about to embark on together. As you accept the helmet from his hand, the magnetic connection between you deepens, and the night unfolds with the promise of thrilling secrets yet to be unveiled.

With the banana milk safely stowed and the helmet now snug upon your head, the night holds an air of mystery and excitement as you both approach the waiting motorcycle. Heeseung's slender frame moves with grace as he swings a leg over the sleek, white machine. He turns toward you, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sends an electric pulse through your veins. "Make sure you hold on, doll," he says, his voice dipped in a heady blend of charm and raw anticipation. His words are laced with a promise of thrilling adventure, and your heart skips a beat as you grasp the significance of this moment. You eagerly position yourself behind him, forgetting all about your ex boyfriend and the events that took place before. your arms wrapping around his lean waist, fingers instinctively clutching the fabric of his black jacket. The powerful engine roars to life beneath you, its growl a primal invitation to the night. Heeseung's gloved hands deftly manipulate the handlebars, and in an exhilarating surge of acceleration, you both glide out of the convenience store's parking lot and onto the main road. The world becomes a mesmerizing blur of vibrant colors and lights as the motorcycle snakes through the city's labyrinthine streets, framed by beautifully illuminated buildings that reach skyward, a testament to humanity's creativity. The cool night air rushes over you, and the city's pulsating energy envelopes you, offering an intoxicating taste of freedom and escape. As the wind whips through your hair, and the city's mesmerizing lights create a captivating painting, you can't help but feel that you've stepped into a dream. With every twist and turn, Heeseung's driving skill reveals itself, and you're reminded of the harmony between man and machine. In this exhilarating dance through the heart of the city, you're not just a passenger; you're a partner in a thrilling adventure, bound by the allure of the night and the enigmatic man who now shares it with you.

As the motorcycle effortlessly weaves through the city's enchanting streets, Heeseung's lean frame seems to meld with the machine, and you can sense his exhilaration in the subtle movements and graceful leans. Every curve and twist of the road is navigated with a fluidity that suggests an intimate understanding between rider and ride. The city's lights create a dazzling panorama around you, and you revel in the symphony of sensations that surrounds you. After what feels like an eternity of blissful exploration, the first hints of daylight begin to break on the horizon, casting a soft, golden glow upon the cityscape. It's a bittersweet reminder that this enchanting ride must eventually come to an end. With a quiet understanding, Heeseung steers the motorcycle to a stop in front of your home, and the engine's growl reluctantly gives way to the stillness of the early morning. As you dismount the bike, you can't help but feel a mixture of gratitude and a hint of longing for the adventure that has brought you closer. Heeseung turns toward you, his eyes holding a sparkle that mirrors the city's lights. "I hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I did, pretty girl,” he says, his voice a blend of sincerity and allure. "I did enjoy it, lee.” Your eyes lock onto his, and you can't resist a teasing smile. "I have to admit, I'm not sure if it was the city or the company that made it so enjoyable." He chuckles softly, his gaze lingering on you. "Perhaps it's a bit of both. I hope I made you forget what you were crying about earlier.”

With an air of anticipation, Heeseung closes the enchanting gap between you, his footsteps a playful dance that mirrors the rhythm of your heart. You find yourself drawn closer to him, a mix of curiosity and desire, hoping for a kiss that promises to be electric. But Heeseung, ever the tease, surprises you by gently capturing your hand in his gloved grasp. His lips brush against your knuckles, leaving behind a soft and lingering kiss that sends a thrill down your spine. A mischievous sparkle dances in his eyes as he takes a step back, though his hold on your hand remains. A mischievous smirk plays upon his lips as he takes a step back, and your hands, still intertwined, reluctantly part as the space between you expands. but the connection between your souls remains undeniably strong. Heeseung places your helmet back into the motorcycle's compartment, his every motion a graceful symphony of closure, yet the moment is still heavy with the sweet ache of parting. He retrieves the little yellow box of banana milk, and with a look that speaks of unspoken promises and possibilities, he adds to the enchanting ambiance. As you turn away to make your way inside, your heart swells with emotions, and it's then you hear his voice, soft and filled with affectionate playfulness, "Heads up, princess!" Your head snaps around, your eyes locking onto Heeseung seated on the motorcycle, revving the engine with a fervor that mirrors the passion between you. With a flourish, he tosses the banana milk to you, and you catch it . Your heart flutters like a love-struck bird, and you're left standing there, watching the back of his retreating figure with eyes filled with longing. As the cold morning air surrounds you, you're reminded of the warmth and excitement that has filled this magical night. With a heart full of happiness, you finally turn to head inside.

In the cozy sanctuary of your home, you close the door behind you with a gentle sigh, leaning against it as you bask in the afterglow of this night. The memories of what transpired outside are like a symphony of emotions playing in your heart, each note resonating with the tender and profound love that has blossomed between you and Heeseung. The room envelops you in its intimate embrace, illuminated by the soft, warm glow of the night. As you lean against the door, the walls seem to hold the echoes of the moments shared, and you're overcome by a sense of profound romance that fills the very air you breathe. The night was a love story written in the stars, a story of two souls drawn together by destiny and fueled by a love that's destined to endure. Despite breaking every single rule of stranger danger, you wish this night couldve lasted forever.

As you ascend the stairs to your room, a sense of contentment and longing accompanies you. The banana milk, a sweet reminder of an unforgettable night, finds its place on your bedside table, a silent guardian of your dreams. The room envelops you in its cozy warmth, the atmosphere carrying the residual fragrance of romance and adventure. In the dim light, you prepare for a soothing shower, letting the cascading water wash away the remnants of the night. Your thoughts, however, remain tethered to the enigmatic Lee Heeseung. Questions and desires swirl within your mind, like a gentle storm of emotions.

After the warmth of the shower, you don your pajamas from the night before, their familiarity a source of comfort as you slip between the soft sheets of your bed. Your body, tired but satiated, yearns for rest, yet your heart and mind remain restless, still inextricably tangled in the enchantment of the night. Thoughts of him, like whispers in the night, dance through your mind. "When will I see him again?" and "I wish we had exchanged information" echo in the chambers of your thoughts. Who is this mysterious man, Lee Heeseung, who has touched your heart so deeply? The unanswered questions propel you to flip open your phone, your curiosity overriding the myriad missed calls and texts from your unfaithful ex-boyfriend. Instagram becomes your portal to seek out the enigma named Lee Heeseung.

A sense of disappointment settles over you as your search on various social media platforms yields nothing. Lee Heeseung remains a ghost, elusive and untraceable in the digital realm. It's as if he exists only in the echoes of your memories, and the absence of any digital footprint only adds to his mystique. In your moment of quiet contemplation, a yearning for his presence intensifies. The desire to see him again, to unravel the enigma that is Lee Heeseung, becomes an undeniable ache within you. The thought that he knows where you live, and the lingering memories of your night together, offer a glimmer of hope that he might return. The idea that fate might bring you two together once more fills your heart with anticipation and longing. As you close your eyes and surrender to the night's embrace, you can't help but wonder when the stars will align, and the mysterious Lee Heeseung will reappear in your life.

As days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, the longing in your heart grew stronger. Spring had arrived, heralding the return of life and the vibrant colors of the world, yet it also marked the lingering absence of Heeseung, the man who had swept into your life as quickly as a shooting star and vanished just as abruptly. Every motorcycle that whizzed past you on the bustling streets of your city drew your attention like a magnet. A spark of curiosity ignited within you, and the questions were ceaseless. "Was that him? Does he still think of me?" These thoughts had woven themselves into the very fabric of your existence, haunting your every moment. The memories of that unforgettable night had become a bittersweet symphony that played on a loop in your mind.

Despite the love and support of your incredible friends, your loving family, and a fulfilling job, the void Heeseung had left in your life persisted. The allure of "what could've been" weighed heavy on your heart, like a melody left unfinished, a dance cut short, or a love story left untold. In the midst of your everyday life, the longing for the man named Lee Heeseung never waned. Your heart carried the echoes of his touch, the memory of his gaze, and the whispers of a love story that had never fully unfurled. With every passing day, your desire for his return only intensified, like a fire that refused to be extinguished.

It was a typical Tuesday, just like any other weekday, as you made your way into the bustling work building, greeted by the friendly faces of your coworkers who had also become your cherished friends. Jake, ever the playful one, couldn't resist bringing up the topic of your elusive Heeseung. "How are you, YN? Still no luck with this Heeseung guy?" he inquired with a mischievous glint in his eye. You let out a dramatic sigh, a playful air of exasperation in your response. "Unfortunately, no, Jake. Trust me, I would've told you if I had any news," you said with a chuckle. Jay, another dear friend of yours, joined the conversation, bringing with him a delightful surprise in the form of coffee for both you and Jake. With a comforting smile, he chimed in, "Don't worry, Ynnie, maybe he lives in a different town and was just there that night for you!" You couldn't help but offer an appreciative grin in response to Jay's attempt at comfort. His words were like a warm embrace, reassuring you in your quest for answers. Then, a new proposal surfaced, and it was Jay who initiated it. "Oh, by the way, Jake and I found out that there's been underground racing events in our city. We've been meaning to check it out. Wanna come with?" At first, you hesitated, but Jay's persuasive nature quickly took hold. "C'mon, YN!" Jake chimed in, adding his own brand of playfulness. "It'll be fun! Who knows, maybe you'll find Heeseung there! … or a different cute motorcycle guy at least." You let out a laugh that admitted defeat. "Okay, okay, I'll check it out with you guys. But if it's boring, you're buying me a burger." Jay quickly agreed to the wager. "Fine. Deal. But it won't be boring!" he declared with unwavering enthusiasm. "Mhm, we'll see," you replied with a sly grin, anticipating the playful adventures that lay ahead with your close friends, all while hoping that amidst the thrills of underground racing, you might find the one you longed for – or perhaps, something equally captivating.

As the workday drew to a close, you bid your colleagues and friends farewell, exchanging a series of cheerful goodbyes and promises to reconvene tomorrow. Last in line to receive your parting words were your friends, and it was Jake who left you with a playful reminder. "We'll pick you up at 10, ynnie~,” he declared with a mischievous glint in his eye. Your response was a melodious giggle as you affectionately ruffled his hair, a signal of your confirmation.

Once home, the weight of the day's responsibilities dissipated like a passing storm. Shoes were unceremoniously discarded, your bag and jacket flung haphazardly onto the floor, and with a contented sigh, you sank into the inviting embrace of your couch. Retrieving your phone, you embarked on a determined quest to research the underground racing scene, the glimmer of hope in your chest steadily growing brighter with every tap of your fingers.

The prospect of possibly encountering Heeseung again ignited a certain spark in your eyes, a fire of desire that refused to be extinguished. Yet, much like the elusive enigma of the man himself, your online investigation yielded no information about these races. It was as though the world had conspired to keep their existence hidden, a fitting scenario for events that were undoubtedly illegal. As you set your phone aside, your thoughts began to spiral in a torrent of what-ifs. What if Heeseung is there, but his interest had always been elsewhere? What if he's not present? What if he doesn't even notice you? These unceasing questions threatened to consume your mind, and you shook your head, as if such an act could dispel these relentless thoughts. Determined to quell the storm of uncertainties that raged within you, you took a deep breath and resolved to face the night with unwavering optimism.

With the plan in place, you had agreed that the guys would hang out at your place before the big race. Jake and Jay, after their workday, rushed home, got dressed for the evening, and then made their way to your doorstep around 7:30. You swung open the door in your comfy pajamas, greeting the duo with warm hugs and bright smiles. "Alright, guys," you chimed in, "I'm going to get ready now. You said we're leaving at 10, right?" They both confirmed your question with a nod, and you headed upstairs to prepare for the night ahead. As you left the living room, the two friends made themselves at home, lounging comfortably on your couch and taking charge of the TV. The anticipation for the evening ahead filled the air, and the sense of camaraderie between the three of you was a reassuring presence, setting the tone for the exciting adventure that lay just around the corner.

Upstairs in your room, you embarked on the grand battle that is getting ready for a night out. The soft glow of your vanity mirror cast a warm light on your determined face as you transformed your appearance for the evening. Your makeup was an elegant fusion of dark and bold, with a smoky eyeliner that accentuated your eyes and a luscious dark red lip gloss that heightened the allure of your lips. The result was a striking look that suited your features beautifully. You took a few moments to curl the ends of your hair, creating soft, cascading waves that reached down to your lower back. These curls were swept up into a high, sleek ponytail, with two delicate strands left loose to elegantly frame your face. Your outfit had been meticulously selected, not only with Heeseung in mind but also with the exciting prospect of possibly meeting someone new at this enigmatic race. Dark red leather pants, designed to hug your curves in all the right ways, were paired with a lace black tank top, adding a touch of sensuality to your ensemble. To complete the look, you adorned yourself with a black and white leather jacket that draped over your shoulders like whipped cream on a tantalizing sundae. In your full-length mirror, you admired the reflection of a confident and captivating woman, well aware of her own allure. A pair of sleek black boots adorned your feet, and you accessorized with a silver necklace featuring a delicate pendant and matching earrings, adding a touch of sophistication to your ensemble. To crown your transformation, you picked up your favorite perfume bottle, and with each spritz, a beautiful aroma enveloped you like a fragrant embrace. The battle of getting ready was won, and you felt like a queen in your own right. With a final glance in the mirror, you knew you looked stunning and were ready to face whatever the night had in store. With your purse in hand, you headed downstairs, prepared to join your friends who were patiently waiting for you.

"DAMN YN!" Jay and Jake exclaimed in unison as you descended the stairs, the sight of your stunning transformation leaving them momentarily breathless. A beaming smile graced your lips as their admiration washed over you. "Thank you, boys," you replied with a gracious nod, giving them a playful twirl to showcase your meticulously chosen outfit. "Do I look good?" you asked, a hint of playful teasing in your voice. "You know you do," Jay responded with a smile, but he was eager to get going. "Now, let's get moving! It's nearly 10:15." You waved off his concern with a nonchalant chuckle. "Oh, please, there's no way these things start right on time. We're fine. Now, let's make a quick stop at the convenience store so I can get a banana milk, pretty please~" you added with a hint of irresistible charm. The two boys, who had been lounging on the couch, rose from their seats with mock exasperation. Jake couldn't help but mutter a resigned, "Yes, ma'am…" as you playfully led the way, heading into the car where you sat in the backseat.

With a refreshing banana milk tucked safely in your purse, courtesy of Jake's wallet, the three of you arrived at the underground racing event. The venue was located beneath a highway bridge in an area you never even knew existed. you were struck by the sheer scale of the place, surrounded by towering structures that seemed to stretch to the heavens. This perspective, seeing the world from a unique angle, made you feel small in the grand scheme of things, a humbling realization that added to the aura of the night. Lost in your contemplation, you were momentarily unaware that Jay and Jake had already exited the car, with Jake gallantly holding the door open for you. He playfully addressed you, "Here we are, princess," and you responded with a light, affectionate hit on his arm, chuckling, "Oh, cut it out, Jaeyun." A playful exchange of names ensued between the two friends as you headed toward the gathering crowd at the starting line, eagerly awaiting the start of the race. You surveyed the bikers as they lined up in their positions, and your attention was drawn to a particular rider who was surrounded by a group of enthusiastic women. The throng of admirers made it difficult to see his face clearly, but you couldn't help but wonder if it might be Heeseung.

The announcer's voice crackled over the radio, calling on the racers to mount their bikes and prepare for the thrilling competition. Jay and Jake signaled that it was time to find your seats, with Jake instinctively taking your hand to guide you and ensure you didn't get lost in the bustling crowd. As you were led to the front row, you couldn't help but scan the racers one last time. The colorful array of bikes and their determined riders filled the scene with an air of excitement. But then, at the far end, you spotted a white bike, and your heart skipped a beat. Could it be Heeseung's bike? The memories of him came rushing back, and you pointed it out to your friends. "Wait, guys, that might be Heeseung's bike," you mentioned, your voice tinged with both hope and anxiety. Jake and Jay exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern. "You think so, YN?" Jay asked, offering a glimmer of doubt. "Maybe it's just a guy with the same motorcycle color as Heeseung, Ynnie. I mean, white bikes aren't that uncommon, right?" Jake reasoned, trying to provide a rational explanation. You shook your head, a familiar gesture you used to clear your thoughts. "Yeah, Jakey, you're probably right. I mean, I haven't seen him in months. It can't be him," you replied, trying to convince yourself as much as your friends. You felt a surge of anxiety but decided to push those thoughts aside and focus on enjoying the race. With the comforting presence of your banana milk, you took a sip and leaned back, hoping that this night would be an adventure to remember, regardless of the outcome.

As the man on the radio commenced announcing the racers' names, an air of anticipation enveloped the crowd. With each name called out, a symphony of revving engines filled the air, punctuated by cheers and applause from the spectators. The excitement was palpable, and you joined in, clapping and cheering for each racer. However, as the announcer neared the end of the line of racers and you waited with bated breath, you couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. The name you had been hoping to hear, "LEE HEESEUNG," didn't make an appearance. Instead, the announcer declared, "And last but not least, our reigning champion, ACE!" A sigh of regret escaped your lips, revealing your unspoken hope. You observed that the crowd cheered enthusiastically for this "Ace" character, understanding why he had garnered a legion of female admirers. The sense of anticipation still coursed through your veins, but you decided to put aside your initial disappointment and immerse yourself in the exhilarating atmosphere of the race, hopeful that the night would hold some surprises, even if Heeseung's name was absent from the list of competitors.

Snapping you out of your thoughts, Jake directed a question to both you and Jay, inquiring, "Who are you guys rooting for?" Jay was quick to respond, his eyes bright with enthusiasm. "I'm rooting for the guy named Jungwon on that bright blue bike. He seems like an underdog, you know?" Jake couldn't resist poking fun at Jay's choice. "So cheesy," he remarked, provoking Jay to playfully flip him off. Turning to you, Jake's curiosity was evident in his expression as he asked, "What about you, YN?" You pondered for a moment, a mischievous glint in your eye as you gave your answer. "Hmm, maybe that Sunghoon guy, on the black bike. He seems hot," you added, punctuating your response with a giggle. Jay shook his head in mock exasperation, but he couldn't hide a smile. "I'm not even surprised." As the three of you continued to chat and enjoy the electric atmosphere, the announcer's voice broke through, "RACERS, START YOUR ENGINES!" The crowd erupted into cheers, blending with the powerful roar of the motorcycles.

"READY…SET…GO!" The announcer's command was met with a symphony of revving engines, and in an instant, the racers sped off on the manmade track, weaving between the imposing pillars of the bridge above. The sound of the engines and the fervent cheers from the crowd captivated you, and your gaze remained fixed on the racers as they disappeared into the distance, the race now in full swing.

The race unfolded with an intoxicating blend of speed, skill, and sheer adrenaline. The racers zipped around the tight corners and weaved through the narrow gaps between the bridge's pillars, their powerful machines roaring like wild beasts. The air was filled with the intoxicating scent of gasoline and burnt rubber, adding to the sensory overload that engulfed the crowd. The race was paired with commentary by the announcer, “In the lead is ace! Are we surprised? That white bike is a godsend!”

As the racers maneuvered with lightning precision, the crowd couldn't help but be entranced by the sheer spectacle before them. Spectators cheered as their chosen favorites powered through the track, and collective gasps echoed through the audience whenever a close call or a daring move occurred. The atmosphere was electric, charged with the shared excitement of everyone in attendance. Another comment was made by the announcer, “Woah! Look at jungwon pulling through and passing ace on his left! Will this be the first race he wins?”

“I told you guys. Always root for the underdog,” Jay chimes, but your eyes are glued to sunghoon and his black bike.

Amidst the collective fervor, you found yourself mesmerized, your eyes locked onto the racers as they sped past. The world outside the race ceased to exist for those moments, and you were drawn into the raw energy of the event, feeling the vibrations of the engines in your chest and the rush of the wind in your hair. “Here come’s sunghoon! Passing jungwon on his right, and making his way towards the finish line!” Says the announcer.

The announcer's voice crackled through the speakers, adding to the electrifying atmosphere. "WOAH, WOAH!! HERE COMES ACE RIGHT BEHIND SUNGHOON! WHO WILL WIN? THE TWO ARE SIDE BY SIDE, WILL IT BE A TIE? THE FINISH LINE IS RIGHT THERE, AND… ALMOST A PHOTO FINISH! BUT THE WINNER OF THE RACE IS SUNGHOON!"

As the crowd erupted in joyous celebration, the cheers of the spectators seemed to reverberate in perfect harmony with the racing engines. You were swept up in the excitement, joining the chorus of voices, and even rising to your feet as you cheered for Sunghoon, the victor of the race. The thrill of witnessing such a close contest was invigorating, and you couldn't help but be caught up in the jubilation around you. With a playful tone and a hint of what-ifs, you turned to your two friends and exclaimed, "Damn, we should've bet on it. Missed opportunity!" The boys laughed along with you, the infectious joy of the moment drawing them into the celebration. Together, you stood and cheered for Sunghoon, basking in the shared experience of witnessing an extraordinary race and its exhilarating conclusion.

The exhilarating atmosphere of the race drew you, Jay, and Jake, along with the rest of the crowd, to approach the racers as they dismounted their bikes. The audience showered the racers with an array of cheers and encouraging words, from "good job!" to "you'll win next time!" to admiring comments about their impressive machines. As you and your friends navigated your way through the dispersing crowd, you found yourselves face to face with Jungwon, the racer who had been your friend Jay's underdog favorite. Eager to express your admiration, you initiated the conversation, addressing him with warmth, "Hey, Jungwon, right? You were so cool! I thought you were gonna win for a second there!" Jungwon's face lit up with gratitude, and he replied with a sincere smile, "Thank you so much! I thought so too, but I had nooo chance against Ace and Sunghoon." Jay, ever the enthusiast, extended a firm handshake in that classic man-to-man fashion. "Bro! I was rooting for you from the start. You'll see me at the next race," he proclaimed with enthusiasm, earning a "thank you" from Jungwon. With that, the three of you moved on to the next racer, Sunghoon, eager to share your appreciation with the winner.

Sunghoon leaned casually on his sleek black bike, a striking figure with an air of confidence that immediately caught your attention. Up close, you couldn't deny how incredibly handsome he looked, and you were taken aback by his allure. Summoning your courage, you approached the winner, introducing yourself in a soft, friendly tone, "Hi Sunghoon, I'm YN. Congrats on the win, handsome." The compliment had its intended effect, and Sunghoon's eyes focused on you. "Well, hello, Miss YN. Nice to meet you," Sunghoon responded with a smirk, revealing a sharp canine tooth and a dimple that sent a shiver down your spine. You felt yourself blushing in response to his charm. Sunghoon's flirtatious banter continued as he inquired, "You were rooting for me, pretty girl?" He leaned in a little closer, his voice dripping with playful seduction. You met his flirtatious challenge with a sly smile. "Maybe… maybe not," you replied, adding a teasing playfulness to your tone. He feigned disappointment, a twinkle in his eye as he teased, "What a shame, I was gonna offer you a ride." Playing along, you flirtatiously touched his arm, your confidence growing with every word. "Oh, come on, Hoonie, of course I was rooting for you," you confessed with a playful eye roll, a mischievous gleam in your eyes. Sunghoon rewarded your playful admission by tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, and for that moment, the world seemed to narrow down to the two of you, engaged in a playful dance of flirtation amidst the post-race excitement. The nickname you garnered for him was definitely working in your favor.

You were so deeply engrossed in your conversation with Sunghoon that you remained oblivious to the intense gaze fixed upon you from the second-place racer, Ace. He watched you with something akin to jealousy, uncertain whether he should approach. Leaving you and Sunghoon in your own world, Jay and Jake made their way over to Ace to offer their congratulations. Jake, always one for humor, attempted to lighten the mood with a lighthearted comment. "Hey, man! You were so cool out there. Second place is still good. Don't be discouraged. I'm sure all these girls still want you," he quipped, though he hadn't realized that Ace's attention was on him. Ace's initial jealousy quickly transformed into a friendly demeanor as he responded, "Yo, thanks for that, haha. Almost won, but I'll win the next one for sure." Jay chimed in with an encouraging pat on Ace's shoulder before the two of them began to walk away. However, Ace couldn’t keep it to himself. He called out to Jay and Jake, nodding in your direction while still engaged in conversation with Sunghoon. "Hey, do you know that girl?" he inquired, his interest piqued. Jay answered without hesitation, a friendly tone in his voice as he looked back toward Ace. "Yeah, that’s yn! We're friends. She came here with us," he explained, his focus now shifting as he moved away from the racer, joining Jake in heading back in your direction, leaving Ace with his thoughts as you continued your conversation with Sunghoon.

As the evening wound down and Jay and Jake were ready to head home, you and Sunghoon decided to exchange numbers, creating a playful connection. Sunghoon, with a charming wink, remarked, "Call me when you wanna ride, beautiful." Your response was just as flirty, "I'll call you when I want to, Hoonie," and you playfully blew him a kiss. As you began to walk away, ready to rejoin your friends in the car, Sunghoon made his way over to Ace, eager to share his little victory. "Bro, I just got the hottest girl's number, and—" Sunghoon began, but before he could finish, Ace roared away on his bike, his jealousy simmering beneath the surface. With your two friends already in the car, you confidently made your way toward them, your spirits high. For that moment, Heeseung had slipped from your thoughts, and the excitement of connecting with Sunghoon filled your mind. However, just as you were about ten feet away from Jay's car, a white motorcycle suddenly cut in front of you, blocking your path to your friends. Startled, you took a step back, your heart racing, and realized that the rider was one of the racers. You cautiously addressed him, "Oh, Jesus Christ, you scared me. Ace, right?" His helmet obscured his face as he nodded, and he proceeded to take it off, revealing his identity.

Your heart sank as the white helmet came off, revealing the vibrant purple hair that had grown longer since you last saw him. The shock washed over you like a tidal wave, and your eyes scanned his familiar face, unable to believe that he was standing there before you, just as he had been months ago. His eyes, large and twinkling, bore into yours, the same way they had done when you first met. "H-Heeseung?" was all you could manage to stammer. The excitement you had felt only moments ago had evaporated, replaced by a rush of tears welling up in your eyes. Every emotion you had held back for months now poured out, glistening like rivers of glittering light. The overwhelming flood of feelings left you lost and unsure of how to proceed. Heeseung spoke, his voice breaking the silence, "Yn, I missed you pretty girl.” But you couldn't handle it. The anger and sadness mixed inside you, driving you to act on impulse. "I can't do this right now, Heeseung. I-I gotta go," you uttered, your voice quivering with raw emotion. You turned and ran towards Jay's car, where the two boys had witnessed the entire interaction. Climbing into the vehicle, you were met with a barrage of concerning questions from your friends. "I'll answer once you start driving. Please. Please start driving," you implored. Jay promptly obeyed your request and sped out of the lot, the car now on the road, the boys eager to ask their questions.

Jake spoke up first, his voice tinged with disbelief, "Yn, who was that?" "Heeseung…" you replied, your voice quivering. "Oh my god, what?!" Jake exclaimed. "Heeseung? Like in, Heeseung Heeseung?" Jay asked, his surprise mirroring Jake's. "Yes, Jay. Heeseung Heeseung. Oh my god, what was he doing there?" you lamented, your words spilling out in a mixture of confusion and emotion. "Wait, isn't this what you wanted, Yn? Why are you so upset?" Jake inquired, trying to make sense of your reaction. You paused, a heavy sigh escaping your lips before you responded, "…because… where has he been? I've spent months, nearly half a year wondering when he'd show up—waiting for him like some lost puppy. And now all of a sudden, I see him today, surrounded by a crowd of girls, only talking to me because I was hitting it off with Sunghoon? I just… I just don't know what's going on. And just now, he says he missed me? Bullshit. Absolute bullshit. He knows where I live; if he missed me so much, he would've visited. I waited months, guys. MONTHS. I just… I'm so—" Jay cut off your rambling rant, his voice filled with understanding and empathy. "Yn, my love, it's okay. Let's get you that burger." In your teary, emotional state, you couldn't help but let out a faint laugh, appreciating Jay's attempt to lighten the mood. Jake reached his hand to the backseat to comfort you, and you clung to it as he gently rubbed circles into your hand. As you sat there, feeling a whirlwind of emotions and confusion, you were grateful that your friends were by your side, offering their support and understanding in your time of need.

With the comforting presence of your friends and the burger in your stomach, you finally arrived home. Jay and Jake had offered to spend the night with you, but you assured them that you appreciated their support but wanted some time alone with your thoughts. Feeling too drained to remove your makeup and outfit, you flopped onto your couch, face-first, and screamed into a throw pillow. The weight of the day and the unexpected encounter with Heeseung left your mind in a tumultuous state. As you lay there, lost in your thoughts, exhaustion overcame you, and you drifted into an uneasy slumber. Some odd hours later, you were startled awake by a persistent knocking on your door. At first, you attempted to ignore it, hoping the person would go away, but the knocking persisted. Reluctantly, you dragged yourself up and went to inspect the door through the peephole. What you saw on the other side took your breath away: a head of purple hair, Heeseung, standing at your doorstep.

Anger surged through your body as you swung the door open, and a torrent of questions spilled from your lips, "What do you want? Why are you here? Why did it take you so long to see me?" The frustration that had been simmering inside you for months finally found its voice, and it was directed squarely at the person who could provide answers. Heeseung began to speak, attempting to explain himself, but you couldn't bear to let him finish. The words tumbled out of you, fueled by the emotions that had been building up over time. "No, Heeseung. Do you know how long I've been waiting for you? How much I wished every motorcycle that passed me on the street was you? I've been so…" The emotional dam broke, and tears cascaded down your cheeks as your voice quivered with pent-up pain and frustration. Heeseung, rather than offering words, brought you into a gentle embrace, his strong arms wrapping around you, and his hand softly patting your head. His voice was a soothing whisper in your ear, "Shh, shh… I'm here now, pretty girl. I'm here. I'm sorry." His comforting presence and reassuring touch allowed you to release your bottled-up emotions. You allowed yourself to cry in his arms, feeling a mixture of anger, relief, and longing all at once. Despite your anger at him in this moment, you couldn't deny that his embrace was warm and welcoming, and it offered a sense of solace that you hadn't realized you had been yearning for.

You and heeseung were now sitting on the couch, cuddling in the darkness of your living room. You decide to break the silence, “Can we talk now, hee?” He begins to play with your hair, offering you a quiet hum in response. “Where have you been? Why haven’t you visited me?” You ask the questions that plagued your mind the most. "Yn, I'm truly sorry for disappearing like that. I had my reasons, but I understand how much it hurt you. I needed some time to sort things out in my life. It's not an excuse, but I want you to know that I've missed you every day, and I regret not being there for you. I'm here now, and I want to make it right, if you'll have me" he answers. “How do I know you’re telling the truth, heeseung? I mean, the first time I saw you today, you were surrounded by all these girls, and how do I know you won’t leave again?” You ask. "I understand your doubts, baby, and I don't blame you for being cautious. The girls today were just fans, and I was trying to keep a low profile. I promise you, I won't disappear again. I want to make it up to you and prove that I'm committed to being in your life. Actions speak louder than words, and I'm willing to show you through my actions that you can trust me." You let out a quiet sigh, “I want to trust you heeseung, I really do. But Im so scared of getting hurt again. Why did you decide to help me out that one day? The day we met? Do you do that to other girls? "I completely understand your fear, Yn. I helped you that day because you seemed like someone genuinely in need, and I felt a connection with you from the start. I don't do that for other girls; our meeting was special and unique. I can't promise you won't ever get hurt, but I can promise that I'll do my best to be there for you and be honest with you. I want to make things right between us. Seriously, my pretty girl” heeseung claims, shifting his body so you guys are face to face now.

As Yn looked into Heeseung's eyes, she saw a sincerity she hadn't seen in a long time. Her heart was still cautious, but the warmth of his embrace had melted some of the ice around it. "Let's take it one step at a time, my “love Heeseung said gently. "I won't rush you, and I'll do my best to earn your trust. We can figure this out together, princess.” Yn nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She was unsure of what the future held, but for the first time in months, she felt a glimmer of hope. As the night continued, they talked, laughed, and shared stories. Yn realized that Heeseung had changed, and maybe she had too. They both had scars, but perhaps together, they could heal. The story of Yn and Heeseung wasn't over; it was just beginning. And for the first time in a long time, they both felt like they were exactly where they were supposed to be.

“Lee Heeseung, if you disappear on me again, I swear to god. Don’t forget I still have sunghoon’s number!” You playfully hit Heeseung. “Okay, okay! Message received ma’am! Now I have a question.” You respond with a hum. “Now who was that boy holding your hand earlier? At the race? Hm?” You laugh and respond teasingly, “Baby, that’s Jake. You really don’t have to worry about him. He’s like my little puppy!”

“My love, you do realize how wrong that sounds?” Heeseung laughs.

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TRIAGE! ┊ a lee heeseung series — FINALE ♡

you try to teach the nerd how to date.

synopsis: heeseung is not, by any measure, date-able. he’s dorky, he’s nerdy, and he does this weird thing where he snorts loudly every time he laughs. in fact, he loves everything that normal people are allergic to — computer science, collecting rare comic books, and birdwatching on the weekend.

given that you two have obviously nothing in common, you find yourself utterly flabbergasted when you receive a letter in your locker, on which heeseung has written, "hi. will you please teach me how to date?"

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chapter five (finale)

word count: 8k | navigation: previous / MASTERLIST warnings: swearing, (verbal) bullying a/n: final chapter; thank you so much for reading this far. sorry this took so long to get to you :(

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‘let’s have a little talk, you dweeb.’

heeseung had been backed into a corner.

while he often liked to reserve that idiom for metaphoric effect, he means it quite literally — ryujin and taehyun had literally backed him into a corner of a bedroom with no way out.

it was obvious he had stumbled across something he shouldn’t have. 

ryujin and taehyun kissing? how disturbing.

if it were up to him, he truly wouldn’t have meddled in their business. however, the way they’re sneering at him leads him to believe that they think his actions were intentional. he wants to insist that no part of this was deliberate—that he was honestly just trying to find you—but tense silence circulates the trio and he has no inclination to speak first.

“who the fuck do you think you are?” ryujin punctuates the silence with her malice, making him inwardly wince. her hands find their way to her hips as she openly scowls with disdain. “god, you’re annoying.” 

“i-i should go,” heeseung lowers his head, scratching the nape of his neck. “i didn’t mean to intrude,” he laughs nervously in an attempt to dispel their hostility, “i was just trying to find—”

“no, you should stay.” taehyun suggests, a smirk slithering to his lips. he rolls his head around his neck before sighing contently. “you should stay and play with us.” 

play…?

heeseung physically recoils with horror, stomach twisting with unease. there’s something about taehyun’s predatory stare that flares goosebumps all the way across his arms. he realises that the most wise decision right now is to escape the enclosed space as soon as possible. 

“sorry, i-i don’t want to keep my parents waiting,” he lies, lowering his head. “they’re downstairs.”

the two exchange impish glances.

“well, we won’t be long,” ryujin stifles a laugh before taking a seat on the bed. she folds one leg over the other, leaning back with her arms propped up. “since you were creeping on us, we thought you could exchange the favour and tell us all about your girlfriend.”

“girlfriend?” heeseung blinks. he doesn’t have a girlfr— oh.

miss sunset.

you? his… girlfriend?

as if.

“oh,” heeseung dips his head shyly. “n-no, you’re mistaken. she’s, um… she’s not my girlfriend.”

if he were being honest, he was kind of hoping to change that some day.

“what, so you guys haven’t fucked yet?” ryujin bats her lashes, a playful stare in her eyes.

heeseung’s brows instantly furrow, a frown on his lips. frankly, he was a little bugged by their vulgarity and the tone used to address you. this was the same type of contempt he noticed in other people in his life — like his aunt at her wedding, who pulled him aside and cautioned that ‘girls like that are foxes, heeseung! they’re nothing but trouble.’

it shouldn't matter, because they’re all wrong.

every single one of them. 

they're wrong.

it boggles his mind that people can’t see what he sees.

then again, it can’t be helped that all the best things about you are what can’t be seen. sure, you’re so pretty that sometimes he can’t even meet your eyes properly, but you’re also warmer and kinder than you give yourself credit to be. you must not realise, but he notices the little things you do for him — like the way you clean his glasses when he places them down on the table to sleep; or the way you pretend you’re full so he can finish the rest of your lunch; or the way you scribble encouraging little notes and drawings on his textbooks when you know he has a long night of studying ahead of him. 

it boggles his mind that some people may never have the privilege of peeking behind the curtain to see that you’re warm, and funny, and kind, and caring. you embody everything that his well-fitting nickname suggests. miss sunset — a blaze of colour; an explosion of soft yellows, bright oranges, fierce reds, pearly pinks and vibrant purples. 

you’re a fiery kiss to the sky.

it’s both a shame and an honour that he’s able to keep you to himself. 

“you know she likes you, right?” ryujin smirks, erecting from the bed.

heeseung’s eyes instantly round. “wh-what?”

“yeah,” she slowly slinks toward him. “she told me.”

“r-really?”

“duh. why wouldn’t she? we’re best friends,” ryujin scoffs, arms folded. “and i know her better than anyone. we’ve known each other since we were little kids, you know.” 

heeseung notices that you don’t often talk about your relationship with ryujin and taehyun. you don’t really tell heeseung much about anything from your past, but he would certainly consider your old friendships to be the biggest elephant in the room. he doesn’t doubt that you were all once close friends, but he knows you haven’t been in contact with them for a while now. it’s obvious why, in his opinion — they’re mean-spirited people who enjoy sinking their claws into people and injecting poison.

they’re callous and vicious and hateful. they’re everything that you’re not. 

‘best friends’? he felt insulted for you.

it was like trying to hold a candle to the sun.

“what… what was she like?” heeseung can’t help but ask, his stomach doing a little flip at the thought of you as a child. he knows he should probably leave the room, but the temptation runs too deep — he wants to consume everything about you.

what did your hair look like? what did your laugh sound like? did you prefer playing outside or staying inside? what made you smile during the day and what kept you up at night?

his heart began to thump at the thought of these answers before reluctance settled in.

was it wrong to wonder these many things about you? 

was he allowed to be curious? 

would that truly be okay — given that you were a goddess and he was next to nothing?

“cute,” ryujin replies, head bobbing. “she was cute.” 

aha!

heeseung can’t help but smile profusely. “of course! i knew it,” he mumbles, blushing to himself. of course she was cute; beauty like that must have been obvious even at a young age.

ryujin’s razor-sharp stare remained. she seemed to study heeseung carefully before lowering her gaze. “she was also kind of mean, i guess,” she continued, inspecting her nails nonchalantly. “a bit of a bully.”

taehyun stifled a laugh at this, and they exchanged knowing glances as though they were indulging in an inside joke. “oh, yeah, i remember she once bullied that kid for sitting in her seat.”

bullied?

heeseung frowned, doubtful about their claims. he reminds himself that they’re both the type of people to embellish any story for their own entertainment. “you’re wrong,” he frowns. “she wouldn’t do something like that. sh-she’s not like you. she’s different.”

ryujin’s lips extend into a smile. “how well do you think you know her?”

his frown deepened. “better than you do.” 

the pair instantly burst into cacophonous laughter that seems to poison the air in the room. 

heeseung bites his bottom lip, feeling unease swirling around at the pit of his stomach. 

“really?” ryujin defies him with a raised brow. “you really think you know her that well?”

he nods slowly.

“okay,” she tilts her head, “then where is she right now?”

heeseung’s eyes flicker to the ground. he didn’t know the answer to that question, but that wasn’t indicative of anything. “well, i-i don’t know, but… she’ll be back—”

“obviously, she ditched you. she left you, heeseung, it’s something we used to do a lot. we’d invite two or three suckers to a party, get them drunk as shit, and then make them entertain us for the next few hours.” 

his eyes widened as he fell into momentary silence, forming as many rational justifications as he could. “but… i was the one who asked her to come with me. and… and you just told me that she… she likes me.”

ryujin rolled her eyes. “the only reason yuna invited you was because we thought it’d be funny. plus, don’t get me wrong — i’m sure she likes you, but don’t put any weight on that. it’s like how a person can like a helpless puppy. it’s pity; that’s all it is.”

“th-that doesn’t mean anything.” heeseung felt discomfort sprout inside his chest, branching insidiously in his lungs and up his throat. “that has nothing to do with her! she’s… she’s an angel.”

“really?” ryujin slithered over toward him and placed a hand on his shoulder, clenching it tightly to bring their faces close. “then why’d she tell us about that letter of yours?”

heeseung felt his heart drop to his feet. “wh-what?”

“the letter you left in her locker,” ryujin continued. “what did it say again? something like…” she pretended to brainstorm, tapping her chin with a finger. “oh! right… wasn’t it something like hi, will you please teach me how to date?” ryujin giggled as taehyun joined in snickering from behind.

his breathing quickened. the letter. 

you told him you never told anyone about that. 

did you lie?

maybe they’re bluffing — you wouldn’t do that. and even if you did lie, you would have definitely told heeseung afterward, right?

“the funniest part was the fact that you signed it off like the fucking virgin-loser you are. kind regards, lee heeseu—” they cackled again, this time even louder. they continued to banter with one another by echoing the contents of the letters. 

heeseung felt himself shrink. hot tears burned his eyes as he felt their humiliation pile on and on as though they were determined in hammering him into the ground. 

“oh my god,” ryujin laughed, wiping the tears from her eyes. “gee, thanks for tonight’s entertainment, heeseung,” she chuckles off the rest of her amusement, “i wish i took a photo of the letter or something. so that i could share it around with—”

“no!” heeseung cried as he swallowed the lump in his throat and began to enter a swivet of panic. “d-don’t! i-i—”

“you’re shaking like a leaf!” ryujin pouts, reaching to grab his shoulder before he flinches. “it’s okay. i won’t tell anyone. unlike your girlfriend, i know how to keep secrets,” she whistled. “say, heeseung… i’m keeping a lot of secrets these days, aren’t i?” she brushed his hair with her fingers.

“even yours.”

he stopped dead, chest rising up and down as he attempted to breathe. he tried to clear his tears with rapid blinking, but it only resulted in more tears replacing the previous ones.

“don’t worry. we’ve been nice. we haven’t told her your secret yet,” she winked. 

yet?

“listen,” ryujin’s voice lowers, her finger lifting his chin so that he faces her. “i really don’t want to keep your parents waiting for too long, so i’ll say this: your girlfriend’s not a saint. she’s vicious in her own way. and if you hate us for the things we make you do, then you should hate her, too. why? because she and i are exactly the same — everything we’ve done to you, she’s done to someone else.”

“y-you’re… you’re wrong.” he turned away from her finger.

ryujin hummed once. “well, let’s face the facts.” her lips slowly lifted into a grin. “you’re alone right now, heeseung. she’s not even here. she left you. i saw her get in the car and leave just earlier. go ahead and look outside if you don’t believe me.” 

heeseung’s gaze flickered to the ground.

“but anyway,” ryujin whirls around and exchanges a smile with taehyun. “we gotta go… we wouldn’t want to stay out too late since we have an early morning, right?” she smirks. “we’ll see you tomorrow, heeseung. at the police station.”

“wh-what? why?”

“because someone ratted us out,” taehyun chimes in, eyes rolling. “so we’ll keep your secret so long as you do one more favour for us.”

you can have your puzzle back. i don't want it anymore.

“you can have your puzzle back.” your little sun says, his voice lowering into a register so low that you almost miss it. “i don’t want it anymore.”

the room remained dark as heeseung’s words hung like ghosts in dead silence.

it was deafening, the way his whisper was the softest sound you’d ever heard. you were holding your breath, fearing a reality in which i don’t want it anymore meant something beyond what you could hear at face value.

“i don’t want your stupid gift,” he croaks, burying his face in his hands, stifling a sob. “j-just… please, just leave me alone.”

finding him sitting in the dark room alone and crying made your heart shatter. it was easy to confront the idea that ryujin or taehyun had hurt him, but you weren’t equipped to face the possibility that it might have been you. the distance he was creating between the two of you allowed your inner antagonisms to fester — your chest tightened with unease, exacerbated by the pressure of fear expanding within you.

“h-heeseung,” you blurted in surprise, your throat so parched that it forced you to swallow and brace yourself for what felt like impending heartbreak. “why…”

you were so stunned that it honestly felt as though time had stopped moving for a moment. you allowed space to pour between the two of you — you let a beat pass, then two, then three, then four, and with each one that scurried by, you grew more and more apprehensive that he wasn’t going to retrace his steps. you thought there was a chance he’d backpedal his words and tell you they’d sprung from his chest in the heat of the moment, but instead, he let you soak in abject misery.

your heart sank. above everything, you were terrified — he was slipping away from you like dust between your fingertips. it wasn’t long before tears followed — they blurred your vision, no matter how many times you’d tried to dismiss them with your hands.

“h-heeseung?” you called his name softly and hoped to peel his fingers away from his face, but he flinched at your touch. in every attempt you make in closing the distance, you find that heeseung draws a line between you; each harsher than the last. he recoils at your touch, shrivels at the sound of your voice, and offers you nothing but a view of his back that shields you away. 

he was cowering from you.

it made you feel ill. sick. like the taste of bile was rising to your mouth and leaving an acidic, ghostly burn in your throat. bit by bit, your resolve was crumbling like a house of cards. 

“tell me what’s wrong,” you begged him, crouching before him on the carpet though he curled away from you. “i promise i’ll fix it, okay? i’ll fix everything.” 

“y-you can’t,” he sniffled.

you felt your throat constrict. “why not?”

“because…” heeseung finally lifted his head, and the moment your eyes locked with his bloodshot ones, it felt as though his fear, hurt, and pain ricocheted back to you tenfold and struck you like a stab to the heart. he sniffled again. “because you lied,” you saw his eyes well with tears again, “and i lied, and—” his voice became smaller. “all we do is lie to each other.”

perhaps this was what you’d always feared — that you were going to be the one to break him.

after all, you had a tendency to do precisely that. you can’t even count the number of times you’d accidentally shattered the dishes in the kitchen that your mother adored so dearly. or the number of bones you’d broken during wild dares from late nights. or the countless number of fractured friendships in your life because you never really struggled with breaking — whether they were dishes, or bones, or promises, or hearts.

was he another?

was heeseung just another one of those things you were always bound to break?

“please leave,” his voice was becoming softer, and softer, and softer, further eclipsed by his cries. you could tell he was struggling to make out his words. you could also tell that he was being honest. 

you’ve never had anyone beg you like this before.

“okay,” you whisper, tears littering the carpet. “i’ll leave.” 

unable to look at him any further, you twist on your heels. you do what you do best — you run. you run down the stairs and out the house and run and run and run, ashamed that this story has unfolded the exact way anyone could have predicted.

he hates you, you may love him, and neither of you are puzzle pieces that fit together. 

perhaps heeseung was right; perhaps you truly are sunrises and sunsets, because alike parallel lines, the two never meet. 

perhaps heeseung never taught you to heal after all. perhaps broken bones and hearts can never properly heal, the same way cuts and grazes may leave permanent scars on our bodies. perhaps your body did what it could to fix what broke, but it only took one gust of wind to retrace old scars and re-break what will always remain broken.

you’ve never been very good with your emotions.

you constantly misrepresent them. 

you smile when you’re sad, frown when you’re happy, say things you don’t mean and omit the words that you resonate deepest with. 

after the party, you cried like you have never cried before. it was a foreign, almost out-of-body experience. every emotion exploded and pierced through the thin surface they were bubbling beneath. your scathing tears had soaked everything — your eyes, your cheeks, and your pillow late through the night. the worst of it was the heaviness inside your chest that ceased to subside, one so hefty that it was the reason you felt like you were sinking to the bottom of an ocean.

it was only until the next morning that anger, the emotion you consider to be the easiest to wear, brought you the energy to pay a visit to ryujin. you were going to get the answers to all your questions. 

after all, that was what you’d learned over the years — anger is the only emotion that gets you answers.

which is why you began with ruthlessly banging your fist on her front door.

“open the door, ryujin!” you bellow.

bang! bang! bang! 

what could she have possibly said to heeseung?

bang! bang! bang! 

why? why was it that ryujin was so insistent on butting in your life?

bang! bang! bang! 

was this some form of karmic reparation? was the universe simply rescinding what should have never been yours in the first place?

you didn’t know what you were going to do. or say, for that matter. yet here you were, desperately trying to claw your way up to the surface where the sun kisses the water. to hell you were going to let this heaviness make you sink and give ryujin the satisfaction.

with no response on the other end, you began to kick the door now.

bang! bang! bang! 

“i said, open this fucking d—”

it finally swings open. 

“are you fucking nuts?” ryujin shrieks from the other side, face contorted with outrage and disbelief. she glances at the door before openly gaping at you. “what the hell? you’re going to break the fucking do—”

you waste no time in lunging toward her. you shove her with both hands, thrusting her so far behind that she lurches back and stumbles onto the floor. while sprawled on the ground, ryujin instantly snaps her head up at you and scowls. “what the fuck is wro—”

yet again, you don’t give her much time to react. you step toward her, making her scramble back before her back hits the wall. as the distance between the two of you closes, you crouch in front of her and roughly push the side of her head with a finger.

“what, ryujin?” you smirk vindictively. “did that hurt?”

her chest sharply rises heavily when she meets your icy glower. “get out.”

though she attempts to pick herself up from the floor, you harshly grip her shoulder and force her back down. you reach over and tap her cheek condescendingly, your voice now a lowly whisper. 

“how funny,” you scoff, head tilted. “i thought i told you to stay out of my life.”

she grits her teeth. “i said, get out.”

“why should i? you’re the one who keeps insisting on getting involved in my shit.” 

“you’re batshit.” she gapes at you. “is this about that dweeb?”

“his name is heeseung.” you snap at her, bunching the collar of her shirt in your fist. you yank her toward you, your other fist lifted and curled.

ryujin barks out a dry laugh when her eyes flit to the sight of your fist. “you’re going to punch me?” she snickers again in disbelief. the sight of her grin makes your fist tighten under her shirt. anger. you felt your anger simmer at cautionary temperatures and slowly branch up in your neck to your face. 

“what did you do to him?” you grit your teeth, breathing slowly to control your emotions. 

it was difficult, because you felt as though she relished at the sight of your anger. she must have recognised your most familiar emotion and felt as though you had shifted back into becoming your old self. you saw it in the way her lips curled, and the way her brows had lifted, and most notably, in the way her eyes paraded a small, tiny, starry glint that conveyed her amusement.

it made you wonder if she was doing this all intentionally. 

just to get a reaction out of you.

just to get something.

“it wasn’t exactly what we did to him,” she smirked. “it was what he did to himself, really.”

“where’s taehyun?” you reach over and slowly comb your fingers through her hair, before closing your fist and grasping a bundle of her strands, jerking her head backwards. “i want him to see your face all battered up. you know, before i beat the living shit out of him, too.” 

she sneers at you. “why don’t you ask heeseung? i’m sure he’ll know exactly where taehyun is.”

you narrow your eyes at her. “what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“they’re probably together right now.”

heeseung and taehyun? together?

you scoff. “what?”

she stifles a laugh, and there it is again — that glint. like a tiny star amidst a midnight canvas. you could feel the anger grow like an inferno within you. that glint was pestering you; it was almost begging for you to reach over and extinguish it. you grip her hair harsher, this time yanking her head backward. 

she yelps as you pin her down with a glower. “tell me where.” 

she hisses at the pain of your grip on her hair and narrows her eyes. “police station, obviously,” she spat with a glare.

her eyes met yours, where your confusion must have been evident. those midnight eyes turned with patronising pity. “wow,” she remarked sarcastically. “the idiot still hasn’t told you.”

“ryujin,” you lean toward her and hiss slowly, with the intended effect that each syllable augments your hostility, “say one more thing about him and i’ll bash your skull against the cement.”

“now tell me,” you hiss, “what are they doing at the police station?” though your words appeared to be laced with composed venom, the truth remained that your heart had begun to drum. everything was coming at a surprise — you couldn’t imagine what would ever bring heeseung to a police station, though you could enumerate a thousand reasons for taehyun.

“like i said, heeseung did it to himself.” 

not satisfied with her answer, you yank her hair again and this time she attempts to strike you with her free arm, but you grab her wrist and desist her from doing so. she winces when you pull her hair tighter, prompting her to quickly open her mouth and elaborate. “okay, okay!” she cries. “he was the one who agreed to take the drug test for taehyun!”

your lips drop into a frown. “what?”

“then the police found out, okay?” she seethed. “we needed him to come in and deny everything. happy?”

you stopped in confusion. what the hell was she talking about? as you sifted through the many thoughts that raced in your mind, you finally froze when you began to comprehend the situation.

you remember now. it was that day — the day you’d first met heeseung in the school hallway, when taehyun had set his eyes upon and sunken his claws into his latest victim. 

taehyun was a drug user, and when he was finally caught by the school, he was mandated to perform probationary urine tests. he constantly evaded these tests by intimidating somebody into giving him fake samples. this was common practice, and it just so happened that heeseung was his chosen victim the day you two had first met.

heeseung never told you that.

he never told you that he went through with it.

“i mean, maybe if he’d kept his mouth shut or done a better job at peeing in a fucking cup, things wouldn’t be like this. in saying that, whose fault is it really?” ryujin rambled on, rubbing salt to the wound as your anger multiplied. “it was still fun at least. especially when we got to talk about you.” 

your hand balled into a tighter fist.

“me?” you pin her down with a dark gaze. “what the fuck did you say about me?”

she shrugs smugly. you watched as a sly smile slithered to her lips and her eyes pooled with shiny darkness. “nothing that wasn’t true.”

your heart drops to your feet.

“you know, it’s funny,” ryujin stifles a laugh, “because he denied it at first. said that you were…” she lifts her hands and uses her fingers to show quotation marks, “different.” you felt your anxiety pierce and gush into your stomach. “we laughed in his face. different, my ass. you didn’t tell him, did you? that you’re actually as much of a piece of shit as we are. he even called you an angel, you know that?”

angel.

“so we decided to set the record straight and we told him what he had the right to know.” she giggled. “you didn’t forget, did you?”

you stared.

“the letter,” she reminds you. “he was so embarrassed i think that was when he started to cry.”  

you froze.

the letter.

fuck.

you wanted nothing more than to run to heeseung and clarify the misunderstanding as best that you could. you wanted to talk to him. hold him. apologise and tell him you’d never intentionally hurt him. that it was an accident — that you lied, yes, but you just didn’t want him to feel embarrassed at that time. that it was a lapse in judgement.

but for some reason, something holds you back.

anger.

anger holds you back. 

the thing about anger is that while it may be your most familiar emotion, it is also the most paralysing of them all. and when it’s combined with resentment, it becomes insidious. the reality about anger is that it exists only in the absence of control, a dangerous condition to find yourself in.

nevertheless, you feel that way.

you feel out of control. 

helpless. angry. frustrated.

why? because that glint is still there. the gleaming, ostentatious star in her eyes that flounces around in her own delight. mocking you. 

ryujin is staring at you expectantly, anticipating your reaction.

you know that she’s waiting for you to punch her. to show her you prefer fists over words. to show her you have not changed in the slightest. everything she has done is aimed to get a rise out of you; she doesn’t care about anything else but avenging the fact you had tossed your friendship to the side — that you had tossed her aside. 

in this moment, you realise that no matter how hard you try, you know that ryujin has won. she doesn’t even need to try very hard to show you that you will never be able to change into a better person. your efforts have come to naught. even now, you are held by anger; you want it to control you — even if it means reversing everything heeseung had taught you about not acting upon your impulses; about not fighting fire with fire. 

you wonder how heeseung would react if he found out what you’d done today. that you’d allowed anger to override you and that you had already used your hands on ryujin. 

you pushed her, shoved her to the ground and pulled her hair without a second thought.

after all, you’d proven her right — you are still the same person. 

how would he react? 

these very thoughts loosen your grip on ryujin’s collar.

you slowly retract your hands from her, feeling the heaviness inside your chest gnaw at you. why are you stooping to her level? as you swallow and salvage whatever amount of sense you have left, you shake your head and slowly rise to your feet.

if heeseung saw you now, he’d probably be scared.

he’d probably see them in you.

your sudden withdrawal makes ryujin freeze. she seems taken off guard. she watches you suspiciously as you attempt to compose yourself, noticeably irked by your lack of response. “you’re… not going to hit me?” she hesitates, sitting up slowly. 

“ryujin, you and i are done.” you attempt to stabilise your shaky breaths. for some reason, focusing on heeseung helps your mind from spinning. he’s your anchor and when you use him as your moral compass, he brings the clarity you need. “for real this time.”

“what?” ryujin splutters with disbelief. she pauses, openly gawking. “what the fuck?” she scrambles to her feet and storms over toward you before abruptly shoving you into the door — the impact thunders down your spine and instantly releases a grunt from you, head spinning. 

“hit me!” she taunts you by sneering in your face. “i made your little boy cry. hit me.”

“if he wanted me to, i honestly would,” you spit at her. “you should thank him you’re not bleeding out right now.” 

she yells as you storm away from her house and it occurs to you that there’s really only one person you want to see right now.

you want to tell him that he was right.

you are different from ryujin after all.

and you will do whatever it takes to stray further and further away from being anything remotely similar.

‘you never know.’ ‘you might wake up one day and find that the sun is gone.’ ‘and then it’s like, poof — no more sunsets.’

heeseung was right.

the day you two had first met, you laughed and called him a loser for taking photos of the sunset. after all, he was attempting to immortalise something that was already a cosmic promise. 

honestly, you didn’t get it.

what was the point of taking a photo of something he could see every day?

you realise now that he was right all along – it really was possible to wake up one day and find the sun gone.

everybody just has a different idea of what the sun is to them. for you, yours disappeared when you realised heeseung was doing whatever it took to avoid you over the weekend.

your texts were left unanswered. 

calls were sent to voicemail.

he was shutting you out.

you tried to visit his house on sunday morning, but his mother faced you with a regretful smile and asked you not to come in. you didn’t know what else you could do because he seemed to close down every avenue you pursued.

you were so eager on monday morning to see him at school. you were an hour and a half early as you roamed everywhere, attempting to control your nerves. you didn’t know whether or not you should have waited at the school entrance, or by his locker, or just outside the classroom door. 

it didn't matter, because he was late. 

you were already halfway through the day when you had almost given up, though you got your first glimpse of him in days when he had finally showed up.

he looked almost as horrible as you did.

the darkness under his eyes had grown. his brown hair was fluffy and in plain disarray compared to how he usually styled it. his eyes were so puffy that it looked like he’d been crying all weekend, the same way you had. you tried to catch his eyes, but he didn’t return your gaze and instead slid into his desk quietly with his shoulders slumped.

there was a pang in your chest. his appearance made guilt expand within you. 

did you do the impossible? did you break the sun and make it rain? 

when class finished, you waited outside the door and stopped him when he tried to leave. it was only then that he finally looked back at you and you felt your heart stop. it took you all the strength to not cry, so you snaked a hand around his wrist and led the way to the school’s court garden. 

“heeseung,” you faced him when you both stopped at a quiet place inside the open garden. his gaze was affixed to the grass beneath his shoes, so you took a deep breath and let the words flow from your chest.

“heeseung, i’m so sorry for lying to you about the letter.” 

he didn’t reply.

it stung to hear silence on the other end because you weren’t used to it. you were used to heeseung’s warmth; his smiles, his laughs, and the bright stars in his eyes. instead, he seemed to have retreated back into a shell of dejection.

you gulped and fiddled with your hands. “i-i should have told you the truth. ryujin saw it, yes, but it wasn’t because i showed her. i-i just… she was there when i found it in my locker. that’s it. it’s not an excuse for lying, but i promise i would never intentionally embarrass you.”

you waited for his response and still found silence. this was when panic slowly crept up inside you. 

“i-i really fucked up when i lied to you. i just didn’t want to embarrass you, and the more time that went on, the weirder it felt to bring it up. but i should have told you the truth. i’m sorry, heeseung.”

there was a pause before he finally lifted his head.

“stop apologising,” he whispered so gently you almost missed it. 

“wh-what?”

“it was here,” he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth and roamed the area with his eyes. “i-i think it was here when you told me to stop apologising to people. you said i said sorry too much.” 

god, you felt relief in your chest, it felt nice to hear his voice again. you were worried he might never talk to you again.

as you briefly considered his answer, you glanced around and recognised the bench you two had sat on when he’d tried to confess to lia. he was right — it was exactly here that you two had your first real conversation. your stomach twisted. he always remembers everything.

“i’m really sorry for ignoring you over the weekend.” heeseung finally returned your stare, and once your eyes had met, you felt your heart squeeze at the sight of misery in his pretty eyes. you hate the sight of him like this. this must be one of the worst things you’ve ever done. you wanted nothing more than for the rain to stop and the clouds to pave way for your sunshine.

“i-i just needed some space,” he continued gently. “and actually… mom thought it was a better idea for her to take my phone, so i didn’t see your texts.”

“oh,” you replied, noticing the distant tone in his voice. “it’s okay, heeseung. i understand.”

“but, um… i did a lot of thinking,” he says, smiling weakly.

you smiled back, though trepidation edged along your nerves. “o-okay.”

his eyes diverted to the side. “i… i wasn’t sad over the weekend because of the letter. i—” you saw his eyes flicker upwards toward the sky, as though he was attempting to contain his tears. “i-i think… i was just upset because…” he bit on his lips as you watched him deliberate over his next words. your heart was beating faster and faster at the possibility this may be the last conversation you ever have with him. it was selfish, but you didn’t know if that would be manageable for you. 

because even if he didn’t need you, you needed him.

“because i didn’t tell you about taehyun,” his lips fell into a sad frown. “thing is, i… i was really embarrassed about it. and… well, i-i…” he took a deep, shaky breath.

you knew he was gathering as much courage as he could to speak with you.

“i just really, really, really hate embarrassing myself in front of the person that i like.”

he finally looked up at you and everything in you stopped. blood felt like the crackling of lightning in your veins. every other sound seemed to dull into a deafening silence.

“to clarify, th-that’s you. y-you’re the person that i like. a lot. i like you really a lot— that... doesn’t make sense,” he winced at himself, eyes shut tightly. “i’m sorry, i… i sound so stupid right now.” he slumped his shoulders. 

“heeseung, i—”

“wait. p-please let me continue,” he looked up at you through his glasses and you fell straight into his deer-like eyes.

“okay,” you whispered. “go on.” 

“i… i just want to be good enough for you,” he finally admitted and you felt everything around you crash. him? good enough for you? he already was; he was more than enough. you were the one struggling to catch up with him. “be someone you can depend on. someone you can trust and be proud of.”

“heeseung,” you step toward him and clasp his hands with yours, forcing him to look back at you. “you’re right. you really do sound stupid.”

“h-huh?” he peered up at you as you saw panic flicker like disco lights in his eyes. “i-i’m sorry, i… i just wanted to come clean and not lie to you anymore. i’m really sorry for pressuring you, i—”

“no,” you shook your head, silencing him immediately. “it’s not because of that.” 

you dropped his hands and slid yours in the spaces under his arms where you could wrap around his waist and embrace him into a tight hug. he instantly froze while you allowed yourself to melt into him, your face in his chest.

“fuck,” you mumbled against his uniform, inhaling the scent of his laundry powder. “i missed you like crazy.” 

his heart was hammering inside his chest and you squeezed yourself tighter, finding solace in the synchronicity of your beat with his. 

“two days and i felt like i was going insane,” you gripped his blazer tightly, “i… i thought you hated me.” 

“hate you? n-no way…” 

a stupidly wide smile stretched across your lips. slowly, you noticed heeseung was beginning to return your embrace. his arms slowly found their way to your back, and once they rested on your body, you allowed yourself to take a proper breath, engraving memories associated with his scent.

“i like you too, dummy,” you mumbled against the fabric. “ceaselessly. probably way more than you like me.”

“you—”

“yes, me.”

“y-you… you really like me? for real?”

when you release him, his bewildered expression makes you instantly erupt into a fit of laughter. he seems to take this as an indication that you’re messing him because of the way lips return into a point.

“are you kidding?” you scoffed playfully, grabbing his face and cradling it with both hands, his soft skin against yours. “you make it ridiculously easy to.”

“a-are you serious?” he pointed to himself, lashes batting innocently. “you really like me? me? heeseung? you like lee heeseung? you know i’m heeseung, right?”

you stare, astounded by his reaction. “you’re crazy.”

“no, i just told you i’m heeseung,” he deadpanned.

idiot. “yes, heeseung. you. i like you like crazy. it’s sickening how much i do.”

heeseung watched you expressionless for a moment before you watched his face explode with sunshine. speckles of gold dust returned to his eyes and twinkled like constellations. his smile swept his face and instantly made your heart thump out your ears. 

“you’re not lying, right? you really like me? and it’s definitely because of my bowties, right?”

you almost wanted to groan aloud and slap yourself in the face, but you stifled down this desire and shook your head instead. sickening, you thought to yourself. his sunshine is so sickeningly sweet.

and if there’s one thing about you — it’s that you have a sweet tooth; and heeseung is a taste you have been dying to have.

“yes. it’s definitely the bowties. they’re basically chick magnets,” you remarked, a smirk forming. “do you know what happens to chick magnets?”

heeseung quickly shook his head. 

you smiled. “they get devoured.”

heeseung’s brows slightly furrowed, his head tilted to the side in what appeared to be confusion. he blinked, not quite understanding your implication.

“in other words, i’m going to kiss you.” 

that, he understood. 

heeseung’s eyes instantly rounded like saucers. “h-huh?”

“i know you heard me,” you took a step toward him, circling your arms around the back of his neck to ring him in close. he blushed at the proximity, and if you were being honest, so did you.

frankly, you were more nervous than you’d thought you would be. this was the fastest and hardest you’d ever felt your heart beat; it almost threatened to leap up through your throat. 

perhaps it was because heeseung was an expert at annihilating everything you thought you knew about yourself. he was great at that: showing you that you were much further from who you thought you were, and close to who you thought you could never be. there were no more first, second, third, and fourth experiences anymore. just a life before him and after him.

when you felt his breath nearing and the heat from his chest, you thought your head spun for a moment.  it felt as though the distance between your lips were simultaneously the closest and farthest distances apart. it wasn’t until he sighed – a release of just the faintest, softest breath — that the sound swept through your chest like a hurricane, and you felt everything within you topple over.

your whole body sank forward into his and you kissed him. you shut your eyes and did what you feared most — you opened up your heart to him and let everything you had within you flow out so that he could feel every inch of your warmth and sincerity. you led the movement first, noticing the way he tried to mimic your movements. he was slow and uncertain at first, until he followed through with what felt right. 

when he began to kiss you back, it felt like fireworks shattered within you. you instantly softened when he looped his arms around your waist and hugged you tightly, because there was no safer feeling than being in his arms.

you knew it.

heeseung is good at everything he tries. 

when the kiss deepened, you thought he tasted like he fell from the clouds and the stars. like stardust and eternity and endlessness. you liked the taste of that. all you’ve ever known are temporary people, the leaving and the waiting and the hoping, so it makes all the more sense when you crumble and melt at the taste of forever and focus on carving this memory onto your soul. 

you couldn’t deny it any further — you were falling in love with him. in fact, you’d fallen down a slippery slope that led you into a pit with no way of crawling yourself out. 

when your lips pull away, you’re both panting for a proper breath. it isn’t until your eyes meet that the world stops moving and something warm ignites like a candle. 

you allowed time to pass you by as your eyes raked every feature of his face; drinking in his beauty, indulging in the rare moment you were able to admire him so closely. you felt bewitched by the way the sunlight gently radiated his features; they shone through the sky and struck him like a spotlight, even in broad daylight. being this close to him brought forward all of his prettiest, most finely drawn features – the mole on the left side of his lips, his long, wispy lashes, and the slight scrunch of his brows. 

you should’ve stopped, but you couldn’t, because he was prettier the longer you stared.

time slowed while you were slipping further and further into an enchanting spell.

falling.

you always hated that — the sensation of falling. being out of control; being helpless. but somehow, with heeseung it felt different — you were falling through time and space and the stars and the sky and everything in between. it was really beautiful. 

you’ve been falling for days and weeks and what felt like lifetime across lifetimes. you fell until it no longer felt like falling, but flying.

“heeseung, you’re really bad at kissing, you know that?” 

you felt so bad when his entire face fell and he looked at you with complete horror. “wh-what?” 

you placed a finger on his lips to keep him from talking. “since you’re so bad, i think you need a few more lessons,” you smiled. “let’s ditch school and go to back to mine. you know, for education’s sake.” you winked.

heeseung tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, smiling shyly. “o-okay.”

fin.

a/n: and then they went home and watched Star Wars :) ANYWAYS. guys u do not understand I actually went thru 32842378 cycles of frustration, anger, and giddiness while trying to wrap this series up. I'm not lying when I say I have about 6 different versions of this chapter, but I decided to keep it simple and straight to the point because ultimately that's what I felt triage was all about :) if you came here looking for genuine dating tips& got lost im sorry i can’t help u cos I'm in my healing era (subtext: literally no man wants me). but anyways I hope this series brought you a little bit of joy some way or another. I honestly had the best time writing it ^^ all the best! hope i to see u in my future works too! thanks for reading! love u so much! <3 (also feedback would be vv nice if u have the time!) MWAH

also, i’ll probably write bonus chapters every time i miss this story so lmk if u wanna be tagged in those ^^

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[ninihoons]

ditto — yang jungwon

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－synopsis: being a idol is hard, being an idol in a relationship is even harder. y/n being best friends with yang seoyoung, jungwon’s sister it’s hard to keep the secret that she’s dating her brother especially when she said he’s off limits. things get more complicated when y/n and jungwon have to be mc’s together.

－genre: established relationship, secret relationship, angst, fluff

－pairing: idol!jungwon x idol!reader

— warnings: swearing, and that's it lol

— taglist: (closed) @shinsou-rii @wen-yo @scaramouches-maid @ladycocosposts @peachy-soph @jeongintwt @invusblog @strwberrydinosaur @aki1e @shionmarryme @hafsa-hoofsa-heefs @yur1a1 @xjustashx @arizejkt19 @chaechae-23 @busydogcorp @chaewon-slays @str4wb3rizz @ashy1um

— status: ongoing

— cast: enhypen, hanni of new jeans, eunchae of le sserafim, wonyoung of ive, and kyujin of nmixx + other idols

— authors note: here aries go putting another story on hold just to start another one! hopefully i can actually write this one fr fr

PROFILES:

paradise / enhypen / girlz

one — ur so cute

two — i’m #fearless

three — oh that’s crazy

four — what itzy say?

[boyfhee]

⌕ TAKE TWO ━━ 14 : last chance

PRECIS. while riki constantly assured you that him being an idol under a different label wouldn't be an issue in your relationship, you start getting second thoughts when fans start shipping him with his co-mc at music bank.

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[jungwnies]

syn ✰ boyfriend!sunghoon was once your high school sweetheart, until everything changed. pair ✰ boyfriend!sunghoon x gn!reader

“let’s just stay here and grow old.” you breathed, as the two of you lay in bed comfortably.

sunghoon grabs your hand and turns towards you, “i’m so glad i met you when i did.”

highschool. high school sweethearts. that’s what you guys were.

you guys have been friends since freshman year, and a couple since sophomore year. everyone told you guys that you’d break up, but here you are, supporting him as an idol, and going to college.

you turn towards him as well, “it’ll always just be us, right?”

sunghoon presses a soft kiss towards your lips and nods, “always.”

but always didn't always mean forever, and even though it’s everyone's dream to have a highschool sweetheart, it became apparent that it was unrealistic.

because now you sit alone at the dining table that once brought you two together with nothing but a cup of ramen in front of you. tears running from your eyes as sunghoon stayed at the dorms avoiding you.

it was only a matter of time till you guys saw each other again.

you hear the front door creak as you continue to pick at your ramen, too sad to really eat it.

sunghoon comes up to you and sits besides you, “are those happy tears or bad tears?” he asks, his voice soft.

you look at him with nothing but sadness in your eyes, “it wasn’t supposed to end like this” you say with a bittersweet smile.

sunghoon’s eyes didn’t water, but the expression on his face changed, “i never meant to hurt you.”

“but you did.” you gulped. “and it’s okay, we were young, and you needed to explore. i just held you back from exploring other people.”

“y/n, we can work through this, i love you, i’m sorry.” sunghoon apologizes, his eyes now slightly tearing up. “i’m not ready to lose you.”

you stand up from the seat and wipe your eyes dry, “i love you too, but there’s nothing you could do to stop me from leaving.”

“so this is goodbye?” sunghoon asks sadly. “am i supposed to just let you go y/n.”

you look at sunghoon and give him a smile that breaks his heart. you take a deep breath and walk out the door leaving sunghoon by himself.

2022 © jungwnies

[cirqosmos]

LIKE HONEY

2023 | 16+ | 7k | ONESHOT × KIM SUNOO (ENHYPEN)

💭 REQUESTED BY ANON!

WARNING emotionally independent! and extremely manipulative! sunoo, soft yandere! sunoo, toxic relationship, mild cursing, graphic scenes of self harming, violence here and there, jealousy, kidnapping, suggestive scenes: kissing scenes, implied smut O_O... threatening, usage of knives and more. ANON I MIGHT'VE GONE OVERBOARD IDK BUT I HOPE U LIKE IT??

Like honey, he was.

Foxy eyes of his pulling you towards its spiraling depths of honey

Orange lips of his blooming honey flowers

His touches overflowing like a dripping honey on your skin.

Every single piece of him is like honey over pouring on your entire existence.

Drowning you were and yet it was the least of your concern as he was sweet like honey.

Kim Sunoo. The fox like boy that never fails to capture your heart within his affectionate grasp.

His eyes beaming with vibrant echoes of yellow, akin to honey, had never failed to sweeten up your dull heart — your boyfriend.

Those faint orange lips of his tugging upwards to kiss his rosy cheeks as he stood under the grace of the sky and sun. Fox eyes slithered upwards screaming intimidation and coldness, yet the beholder within those pupils held an undying comfort and affection.

— for you.

Everything of him was undoubtedly comforting—somewhat odd but you wanted to bathe in his scent and everything of him even more.

He made you feel as if you were a princess, treated you like one and often at sight as soon as you called for him, not even an ounce of complaint ever left his sugary lips, his eyes often holding great affection inside it.

With him, you're at the top of the world because just like he often said; he was your everything, and so do you.

This wonderful relationship you had with Sunoo,never will you trade anything to such a perfection like this.

The very first time you met him back then was when you bumped into him while fighting with someone inside a bakery, more like competing on who gets the bread first. He made his appearance by getting it for you despite all the trouble, handing it to you with his usual shy demeanour.

Your heart skipped a beat over how adorable this fox boy was, his simple gesture towards you started as a simple normal friendship until he confessed to you one day just like any other day.

Sunoo did in somewhat a very nonchalant way and straightforward—a complete contrast to how you perceive him from the beginning—he brought you a pack of honey, placing it on the table where you were at for cafeteria, asking you out for a date. He didn't expect much to be honest like he explained it to you.

"I don't know if you like honey, but.. if you do, then let's meet sometime if you want more—"

Though as much as he tried to keep on his brave and courageous demeanour, it all fails as he started to stutter, inaudible words form on the tip of his tongue.

You observed as on how rosy his cheeks grew when he confessed to you, dilated pupils darting around as if to avoid your intense gaze, his wet tongue lapping on his faint orange lips every once in awhile, dainty fingers of his fiddling with hems of his sleeves.

So fucking adorable.

He was painfully shy, kind hearted, and someone you feel like you want to protect.

Though, there's a series of events where it's difficult to handle Sunoo.

Why, you may wonder?

For the first few months in relationship with Sunoo, everything was perfectly fine and normal until it all went downhill for no reason—his clinginess and his downright dependence growing overtime—as flattered as you were to his never ending attention towards you, and the fact it made you feel at ease that his eyes would never linger on no one else but you — has sooner drained you down.

The first time he begged you to stay for the night, expressing his wishes to stay more closer with you, you felt so loved. Second time, he did that—you couldn't help but be over the moon for getting a perfect jackpot like him. Third and so on, you were sure you and Sunoo was really for each other.

Bearable it was, yet it grew worser—his words begin to sound demanding and annoying—often growing whiny each passing day which had given you the thought of—what the actual fuck is wrong with him?

One turns to two, two turns to four, four turns to six and it was a never-ending cycle of him begging you to let him go with you.

It was as if you had a child whose little tiny yet tight grips tugging your sleeves down, preventing you from doing anything.

You begin to have the thought that he was emotionally fragile; requiring constant attention and support.

He constantly phone and text you—leading to multiple texts in an absolute short duration and it overwhelmed you to the point it gave you headache.

[3:09PM] Sunsun<3: where r u?

[3:09PM] Sunsun<3: answer me.

[3:09PM] Sunsun<3: (Name)! Why aren't u answering???

[3:10PM] Sunsun<3: it sucks here without u :(

His smothering alone is enough to drain you.

"Sunoo, I have to go to work." Your protests fell into deaf ears as the grip on your tightens even more.

"(Name).. One more hour? Pleaseee! Or maybe I can follow you?"

"Oh fucking god, do you hear yourself?" You couldn't help but feel amused, his clinginess does feed your ego and of course made you felt fucking loved.

However it truly starts to get annoying every single time.

"I gotta work, Sunoo. Heck I even got studies to finish soon!" You tried to pry off his wrapped arms around your waist—as here you were laying on his bed after staying for the night. "Sunoo!"

"Why you gotta be so busy all the time? It fucking hurts." Sunoo mumbles on the back of your shoulder causing a wave of vibrations which somehow turns you on along with those words of his, once again.

Why are you so weak for him?

As much as annoyed you were though, you couldn't find the courage to stop him from doing so or even strike a so called healthy conversation with him as the moment you were in his presence, all starts to flow along as soon as his hands were on yours and soon you're falling for it all over again.

As clingy as he was though, he had never accuse you of cheating on him. So maybe, it given you a second thought that maybe you should just compromise with him. That this is just the way he is. That you should only try your best to lessen your annoyance for him.

Though, it didn't last long unfortunately as everything turns upside down and a whole of it started to creeps you out.

Your seemingly normal daily life, a peaceful one somehow had turn to something you were sure wasn't a good news—as you particularly notice that whenever you were on your daily errands, there's this unusual vibe hovering on your back as if someone had their eyes glued on you every minute and when you turned back, there's no one but the sound of your breathe puffing into the empty air.

Everywhere from when you were at the library, school, the place you work at, or even simply hanging out with your friends—those nonexistent eyes was always boring on your back to the point you think that you might had gone insane.

Creep slithered down your veins.

Nowadays, you tried to ignore it but you had this unwavering dread that it must be none other than him, Sunoo.

However when you voiced out this bold question of yours, you were met with an outburst of cry and disbelief splattered on his beautiful face.

"How can you accuse me of such thing, (Name)?!"

Regret burned you down and it had you thinking, what the fuck were you even thinking to accuse him?

A week had passed without Sunoo's presence in your home and it had you completely drained. You loved him. You really do. You just need some time away from him but it had you thinking if it was this even normal without a week of interaction?

A fit of sigh escapes your lips as you lazily plopped on the couch you did and when your hands brushes down the soft material of the couch, you couldn't think of anything but him.

Missing his touch and all, his kiss and his hair. Every morning. Every single day. Those honey like words of his. Everything of him.

"...Fuck, this won't do." You groaned after letting out an exasperated sigh, getting out from the comfort of your blankets.

"Hm... I wonder which brand of honey does he like?" here you are looking for some honey to buy to reconcile with Sunoo upon the idea of doing the same thing he did when he confessed to you.

But as you were in your deep thought of deciding what to pick—you are completely unaware of the softened gaze hovering on your back from the reception counter where the beholder stood still; blonde hair and beauty marks on the top of his nose, tongue lapping below his faint cherry lips every once in awhile.

You went to the counter after getting not one but a bunch of honey pack, leading to an amusement expression over the the boy's face.

"Heya, Sunghoon!"

His usual and especially his favourite customer, the one he took meticulous note in his mind—memorising every feature, expressions, emotions of you.

"What's up with that crunchy face?"

You sigh, looking down. "What do you think?"

"Your boyfriend, again?" Sunghoon raised his eyebrow.

"You got that right, ugh. But it's a bit serious now and gotta admit it's my damn fault."

"Hey, you don't have to say that. What could've been possibly your fault?"

"Eh, try to consider that, dude. It's just that, ugh. I suddenly have this c-creepy vibes around me like someone's stalking over the past few weeks.. and it's freaking eerie—"

"Are you trying to imply that?"

You nodded with another low sigh, "Yeah, cuz' my boyfriend's hella clingy and it could be annoying at times so I just naturally had this thought that he might be the one.. But I guess karma is a bitch. What am I even thinking?"

You fiddling the hems of your sleeve, looking down.

"I wouldn't blame you," Sunghoon puts the honey pack inside the plastic. "It's okay to get mistaken, just try to settle it before your boyfriend get fed up."

Beaming up at his encouragement, you took the plastic. "Right?! That's why I bought this for him, he likes honey alot."

Sunghoon froze but regain his composure, "Oh, honey? He likes honey, I see.."

"So how's life, Sunghoon-ah?"

"Boring and tedious, gonna have exams soon so my life is a living hell now. It's a useless trial deciding my entire life."

"Nah, fighting! You're hella smart, so don't give up okay?" you gave him a small pat on his shoulder in which he looks back at you and froze. "Hm? Whats—"

"Your hair." He brushes his finger against your hair locks much to your surprise, "A bug."

"You know doing that could've won you a girl and not stick around here like a loner crying for your upcoming exam."

"Shut up. Bold of you to assume I don't have any chick on my bed." A lie. Sunghoon couldn't help but lie just so he can keep this friendship he treasures deeply.

Soft giggle escaped from your lips that Sunghoon simply adores which made him look down to prevent you from seeing his burning cheeks.

Sunghoon observes you as you walked away on your little hops, eyes brimming in fondness over how cute you are. However, he snapped himself out of those thoughts as it's eventually useless now—that he didn't bother to make the first move in the first place so now he had to deal with the consequences.

It just happens when you first appeared through the shop's entrance in your usual high school fit plus your ragged vibe had his heart strings pulled at once. Then you became his usual customer. Nice, beautiful and polite. You were everything. But he was painfully shy and so when you blurted out to him a few months later that you had a boyfriend, he couldn't help but be heartbroken over it.

So what's the point?

Sunghoon felt a tad bit uneasy on this particular day when you weren't making an appearance on what was supposed to be your usual day to visit and buy one pack of honey for yourself.

And it has been nearly two weeks.

So here he was standing in front of your house with a paper bag consisting of honey packs in his tight grasp, contemplating on whether to knock or not.

Like was he even doing the right thing?

Knock! Knock!

"Oh! Sunghoon. Why are you here?"

"The shop got a bunch of new packs of honey, and so I thought it would be nice to give you some in for free as a gratitude for being our loyal customer for months—" Sunghoon suppressed the need to roll his eyes over his dumb excuse but luckily you didn't seem to mind.

"There's no need to, actually!"

"No—no, it's my pleasure. Besides, I wouldn't mind since.." Sunghoon took a deep exhale, "I was also worried since today was supposed to be the day you buy honey so yea—"

"I'm flattered to hear that, I appreciate your concern however you don't have to worry though since I was just—"

"(Name)?"

Sunghoon was taken aback by the pair of arms wrapped itself around your waist much to your surprise, a slight pressure on your shoulder before you glance over noticing your boyfriend pouting.

"Huh? Who are you?" faint orange lips and puffy rosy cheeks, high bridge nose, black fluffy lush hair almost covering his eyes—those that held indifference in it.

Sunghoon couldn't help but feel intimidated by the shorter boy.

"Ah, this is my boyfriend Sunoo. Babe, this is Sunghoon."

"So.. what's your deal coming over here, to my girlfriend's house?" His voice was almost dripping as honey, deep and smooth but his aura was making Sunghoon fiddled his fingers. Like what the fuck?

"It's nothing, he was just worried besides we got a pack of—"

"Worried? What kind of relationship do you have to be concerned about her?"

"Why? Is there something wrong with that? I was just worried for (Name) so I don't think there's anything to be mad at." Sunghoon raise his eyebrow at the boy's attitude.

Blank, steady eyes boring a hole on Sunghoon's soul.

Rip!

Your shirt were forcefully pulled down a tad bit exposing your collarbone much to your surprise, "Sunoo!"

Fresh hickeys covering down your collarbone had Sunghoon's mouth dropping a tad bit. "O-oh."

Wet lips latching onto your skin had you almost letting out a soft moan before the taller boy in his shock state in front of you having your cheeks burning red.

"I assume you got your answer, now?" Sunoo raises his cold eyes towards Sunghoon.

You pulled your collar immediately, eyes darting in panic before ushering Sunoo inside and apologising at Sunghoon.

"Thanks for these, by the way!" you exclaimed before closing the door.

You threw daggers at Sunoo's way who only shrugged at you. "God, why the heck you have to do that?"

"Just showing him who you belongs to."

"Sunoo. He's only a friend."

"Doesn't excuse the fact he had to bring himself before your house." Sunoo rolled his eyes.

"You're so immature for fuck's sake."

You let out a surprise yelp when a pair of strong arms wrapped around you, turning you to the owner himself.

"Why not?" Sunoo smiles as he brushed his nose against yours and that small gesture of his immediately made you melt. "I only act like one whenever I'm with you, a privilege only you have."

"You good for nothing, why you have to be so cute like this?" You pouted, playfully punching his chest before he leans down to enclosed the distance between his lips to yours, the small smile never faltering as his wet tongue lapped softly on your lips.

You couldn't help the small grin and when you opened your eyes—he, too mirrored your expression but continued his sugary sessions; marking you as his in his very own unique, special way.

Scented honey mixed with orange bubbling up in the air as your lips became one with his, tangled tongues, and teeth sinking into each others pinky gums.

A wet pop bubbles up when his honey like lips untangled from yours leaving you wanting for more, amusement adorned his face when you let out an audible whine.

"Aww darling, why you gotta be so fucking needy?" Dainty fingers of his stroked along your jaw, he was sickeningly affectionate, so loving, so devoted and everything he do was for you. Perfect, these moments with him was downright perfection.

Just like honey.

"Can I get this one pack of honey?" A beaming smile on the boy's face as he placed the product on the counter.

Sunghoon's mouth dropped at the sight of Sunoo standing before him. What? What is he doing here?

"A-ah, sure.." scanning the honey pack he did as he takes a brief glance at Sunoo's cheerful demeanour, that vibrant smile never faltering.

Silence echoes like waves through the shop as Sunghoon puts the product inside a plastic, wrapping it before giving it to the black haired boy.

"Say, I somehow noticed that you've taken an interest on my girlfriend." Deafening silence eats them up for a brief moment before the older boy spoke up.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't lie, I know what that gaze means."

Sunghoon slams the plastic on the counter, eyes disinterested at the whole situation. "I don't. So just quit it. And so what? It doesn't make any difference, I don't see any use for you to say it."

"I hope you respect our relationship enough to stay just an inch away. That's not very kind of you to plan such a thing, right?" Sunoo looks down, eyelashes fluttering in attempts to hold himself together.

"Huh?"

“What I was saying was..” Sunoo clenches his fists as his head hangs down as if to avoid the older male’s intense gaze, "Please stop stalking her."

“The fuck you saying?—”

“I don't like the fact that you walked all the way to my girlfriend's house. You aren't even close with her so why bother? Unless you're planning something.."

Eyes shot wide open in such as if to devour Sunoo, "Are you trying to imply that I'm going to do anything to her? Fuck, we only met once and you're already accusing me. Just how low could you be, huh?" teeth seething with ferocious menace.

"N-no.. I'm sorry! I just really don't trust anyone nowadays—" Sunoo bit back his lips, eyebrows furrowed in an anxious manner. "I'm sorry if I had gone too far, it's not what I meant to say. I'm just really worried for her safety."

"Worried? Worried?" Sunghoon wanted to stop himself from talking but he was pissed enough that he wanted to spat it all out, "If you're really worried for her, then do you really think you're capable of protecting her? If I gotta be honest, I can protect her way more than you could."

"So you do like her." Sunoo slowly raises his head to gaze at his eyes. "I already expected that."

"Fuck, so what? You already knew then you must be really insecure to come all the way here then just to remind me."

Sunoo's eyes turns blank much to his suprise "Remind? Who says? I came here to warn you."

The black haired boy's sudden deep voice had Sunghoon stuttered. "H-huh?.."

"It's a warning. Keep your distance away from her. Don't speak to her or even look at her. You should know your boundaries.”

Sunghoon couldn't believe what he was seeing as the beaming smile on the black haired boy's face turns into a twisted sinister smile.

However, Sunghoon could only scoffed. "Don't you think a petite boy like you deserves to warn me like this? Like do you even know what you look like?" Sunghoon scoffed as he eyed the black haired boy all the way down.

"And I guess (Name) was right, you're really something.."

"This is not even close yet. Just stay away from her and we're good."

A fit of scoff and furrowed eyebrows contorted on Sunghoon’s face before his hands curled it’s fingers beneath the younger boy’s collar, pulling him forward to the counter.

"What if I don't? What you gonna do huh? As if you can do anything to me."

Sunoo's eyes widened in such a way as if to mock the older boy, "Why don't you try and see?"

Sunghoon gritted his teeth even further at the boy's bold challenge. What was he even thinking?

"—Maybe if you win, you'll be able to get her."

“Sunoo! Sunghoon!” Your abrupt appearance had Sunghoon in a fit of shock before his hands lets go off Sunoo’s collar.

“What are you guys doing?!”

"Nothing, (Name)! It's just a simple misunderstanding, right Sunghoon?" Sunoo's cheerful demeanor returns as he fixes his collar, faint orange lips tugging up in his usual beaming smile.

A fit of cackle emits from you, “Are you guys sure there isn't something?”

“H-huh? Uh, yeah.. it's nothing.” Sunghoon avoids your worried eyes, his mind still running over Sunoo's words.

And yet the view of you and your boyfriend storming off out of the shop had him fuming in anger. Sniffing a huge breathe in as he darted around the counter in hopes to cool himself down somehow was proven to fail when he couldn't help but slam his clenched fist on the counter.

"Fuck is this?!" A fit of choke bubbles up in the deafening silence. "What's his deal trying to insult me like that?!"

"Chill, Sunghoon."

"I guess he's trying to challenge you or something.."

"What he's going to gain from this then?"

"Fuck, just what does she see in that fucking fragile kid?" Sunghoon spats out as he ruffled his hair frantically. "You know what, fine. Get that fucker right here."

"W-wait! Am I hearing you right?"

"Bro, then how are we supposed to get him then?"

"I'll be back from work soon, just stay right there okay?"

"Okay.. come home soon, (Name)." you frowned at Sunoo's solemn voice on the other line.

You sighed. "Now what's with that voice, didn't we already talk about this?"

"Uhm.. don't mind it, I'll wait for you here."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure, I'll be a good boy and wait for you."

Your cheeks grew red at his words before muttering how he kept teasing you before hanging up, speeding up your work so you can go back home soon and indulged yourself in his honey like touches.

The layers of the orange painted skies poured through the neighbourhood as Sunoo hums along the way through the street back home. The sound of motorcycles, cars and all sorts of vehicles passing through and the low volume of music from afar; a small cafe and people spilling in and out.

"Yah, Sunoo."

"Hm? AAAH—"

A hard push led Sunoo over the street which instantly had him losing consciousness much to their amusement, calling him weak and fragile as they covered his head in a sandbag and threw him inside the car.

It all happens so fast that when his eyes shot open, a ceiling and an unfamiliar living room was what his eyes met accelerating his darting glances all round him.

"W-WHERE AM I?!" Sunoo screams, thrashing in the group's caged arms.

"God, he's so fucking noisy."

"Do we have a tape?"

Another unfamiliar face bend down to Sunoo's curled form, "Sunghoon's house."

There, they yanked him on the ground surrounding the poor boy and punched him and locked him under the basement.

"Sunghoon! We got him." The guy cackles as he chews his gum, turning around to Sunoo's helpless form.

"Hey, stand up. We don't want you to get so messed up before Sunghoon arrives, yeah?"

Darkness engulfed the entire sky, the neighbourhood grows in a sea of vibrant lights. A ticking clock echoes inside the empty living room. The main entrance clicks open and there Sunghoon came back home in his usual fit, his eyes darting towards the direction of the basement.

He was caught off guard when he stumbles upon a faint stain of blood against his painted white walls, letting out a sigh. "Told them not to beat him too hard."

Unbeknownst to him, a dark silhouette moves in a swift speed behind him which alerted Sunghoon, eyebrows furrowing at this uneasy vibe surrounding his place.

"If you guys are planning to prank me then quit it." His words were met with death silence. "Guess they're in the basement then, ugh."

An approaching feet halts behind him as soon as he turns around landing a swift blow towards his head, loud thud echoes up in the air as he fell on the floor. Blood trickling down his forehead as the result of the blow.

Blink, blink.

Sunghoon's line of vision blurs, blinking multiple times when he finally realise where he is right now.

A dim lit room with the hanging lamp on the ceiling, patterned wallpapers, wooden floor, a small table against the wall before him, there was no window but a door just to his right side. It was by now clear to him, that this was his basement.

Creak! Creak! An approaching faint footsteps from behind the door alerted Sunghoon from his dazed.

Deafening silence engulfed the entire space when the door pulls open revealing the fragile looking boy with a tray on his hand—Sunoo.

Sunghoon's eyes shot open, getting up on his feet so quick he didn't notice the rusty metal chain on his leg.

Loud thud! Helpless he fell on the wooden floor back much to Sunoo's amusement.

A low giggle with a mixture of sigh emits from younger boy. "Ugh, chill a bit, will you?.. it's not like I could kill you that fast, wouldn't that be no fun?"

"LET GO OF ME! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING, HUH??!"

Sunoo's eyebrows furrowed, deep frown splattered on his face as eyes rolling on the back of his hand, his finger sticking inside his ear.

"Oh god, so worked up for nothing."

"What— what do you want, huh?!" Sunghoon couldn't sit still as the demeanour of this younger boy before him was too intimidating. "Where are they? Where's my friends!"

"Here, have some from honey I bought from your shop."

"I won't drink this shit! Who knows what could've you put in there?!" The chair rattles so loud due to the desperate boy's attempt to escape.

"WHERE ARE MY FRIENDS?! WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM?!"

"Who knows? Probably left you for good."

A rattling sound that serves as a pure scratch; irritation, to the black haired boy's ear and yet, he took a deep sniff and poured it all out through a dejected sigh, the only sound heard in the dimly lit room.

"What?.. You're lying!!"

"Am I? Poor you, you don't realise that you're actually the scapegoat right here!"

"Fucking liar!"

"I see you're still in denial.. but it's okay, it's understandable because who could've guess that your friends aren't really your friends pfft."

Sunghoon suppressed his sobs. It can't be?!

"Now why don't you have a drink?"

"PUT THAT SHIT AWAY FROM ME! YOU MONSTER!"

"Eh? I's not like I can find something to put it in here? Aren't you dumb for such a brawn? Pfft. Suits you. Might as well die thirsty." With that, the boy walks off leaving Sunghoon all alone in the dim room. All alone by himself.

Tick, tock.

Tick, tock.

How many days has it been? One day? Two or three days? A week? Or maybe a month?

Time seems to stretched even further in this basement however it only has been a few hours since he had been locked inside this room—an excruciating few hours had passed since then and Sunghoon was dead thirsty; his throat dry and his line of vision blurring due to his dehydration.

Sunoo was really adamant in torturing him as the pack of honey on the table serving as a form of temptation before him as dozens of questions ran through his mind—what ifs—eyes blinking in an unstable pace as he can't decide what to do.

Sunghoon knew he could collapse anytime now and sooner and later—he will be at mercy in front of the younger boy—though he refuses to give in.

Whish! Sunghoon hesitates to put the straw in between his dry, chapped lips—going back and forth— fear engulfing his entire brain and body.

W-what if he put something in this?! A fit of scream echoes inside him, teeth gritting as he pushes the pack of honey away on the wooden floor.

But it didn't last long, unfortunately—as After taking a brief sip from the pack, Sunghoon finds himself falling into an empty void—excruciating pain hollowed all over him and he doesn't know where as he squirmed frantically on the wooden floor.

Burn. Everything was burning. Excruciating and slow pain.

The door pushes open revealing the giddy boy on his little hops and giggles before he was taken aback by the sight before him, suddenly bursting into a fit of laughter "My god! What a sight! Turns out you're really dumb."

Sunghoon's eyes rolled in utter red, tears messing up his once bedazzling face, mouth choking relentlessly.

"W-WHAT DID YOU G-GAVE ME?!" ear wrenching screech echoes as his nail dug on the dark, old wooden floor.

Sunoo bends over with his hands on his knees as to balance himself, maniacal eyes hovering on the poor boy as if he was a fresh raw meal. "Now.." an amused grin slowly forming on his pouting lips, "Does it hurt?"

"Where does it hurt? Does it feel like someone's tearing your throat apart? How does it feel? How do you feel? Does it feel wet? Is it red? Fuck, does it pains you so much to the point you want to die?"

Sunghoon's eyes rolled over to the back of his head, shoulder vigorously rattling and hands clasping his neck.

Burn. The pain grew to be even more excruciating as if someone was ripping the insides of his throat apart. Sunghoon looks down in pure agony only to see a pool of blood staining his.

The sight sent him into hysterical mode with a fit of gut wrenching scream emitting in the air.

"H-HELP!" Taking a huge gasp each time as he felt his throat exploded in dripping blood, a mess staining the wooden floor. Screaming vigorously and thrashing, holding his neck as he squirmed on the wooden floor like a maniac. Eyes rolling back and mouth bubbling foams. His neck growing thinner and thinner till his thyroid's structure pops out, blood dripping down to his shoulder and everything in an absolute mess of horror

Screech! Screech!

"Yah. Want a selfie?" His red blood shot eyes met the sight of Sunoo's mouth pouting downwards and chin resting on his left palm, and a phone within his right hands grasp—his eyes screaming downright mockery at the misery of the boy writhing on the ground. "you know, I was only fooling you back in the bakery and you were foolish enough to bite the trap pffft!"

"Oooh poor you, does it hurt that bad?" Sunoo cooed before his voice turns low and deep. "—Then you shouldn't have be the dumb bitch you are, you moron."

"Yah." Burning pain echoes in Sunghoon's insides as he got kicked in the stomach by the younger boy. "Yah. Answer me. Wait, I forgot you couldn't talk!"

“Bitch, want some more?”

Eyes shot in downright horror when the pack of honey were dangling in Sunoo’s dainty grasp and his menacing smirk weren’t doing any good.

“H-help—” standing before Sunghoon, there his eyes curled in half moons as it over flowed tears down to his cheek, sniffles here and there as his nose went red, lip trembling. “Help me..”

"Wanna know why it hurts so bad?" He stood near Sunghoon's squirming form, "Because this honey has an acid inside it, bastard." Sunoo pours the rest of the liquid down to the boy's form as gut wrenching scream surrounded the entire place—a pure melody to the younger boy.

"IT HURTS— I-I IT— H-HURTS H-HURTS! HELP! F-FUCK!— AGHHH—!!" Sunghoon banged his head on the floor on repeat whilst his hand clasping all over his neck, ears, head, body—eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt his body burning in downright ashes, skin melting to liquid—his face, arms and everything into nothing.

"M-MY SKINNN! AR—GHH—" mouth bubbling in a mess of saliva as his head fell on the wooden floor in a loud thud.

Sunoo covers his mouth in attempts to stop his giggles but he couldn't—outburst of insanity finally echoes through the walls, waves vibrating and the insides emptying for a brief minute.

"Sunghoon-ah, bastard. Such a dumb, dumb fool."

Death silence.

Low sigh emits from Sunoo as he gets back on his foot, fixing his posture—bright screen shining on his face as he tapped all over his phone's screen.

Sunoo cleared his throat, sharp eyes softening as soon as the call got answered instantly.

"112, what's your emergency—"

"P-please help me! I- I don't have much t-time anymore — PLEASE!!"

Sunghoon's eyes fluttered open at the screams; his vision were met with the sight of Sunoo bursting into tears with phone on his ears, then around the ceiling, till his eyes fell on his hands.

Flipping his hand front and back as he did so— expecting an open bloody bare skin however his skin was intact as if nothing had happened.

"You have to calm down, tell us your location." The other line echoes through the deafening silence.

"I- I don't have much time—" whispering so low yet Sunoo's eyes screams mockery, "They gonna—.. come get me."

"Calm down, take a deep breathe. Do you remember where's the last time you've been at, any single clue?"

Sunghoon's eyes shot wide open as the realisation dawned on him, the emergency call and everything. His eyes fall upon the growing sinister smile on Sunoo's face.

Faint orange lips dropping open, rosy cheeks bubbling up in amusement in a complete contrast from his fragile voice, "Park Sunghoon.."

"YAHHH!!!" Sunghoon yelled at the top of his lungs, hands trembling on the wooden floor, wanting to beat the shit out of the younger boy yet his body were drowning in excruciating pain and weakness.

The sight made Sunoo giggle lowly.

"Who's there?"

"It—it's him.. Puh-please h-hurry!" Faking a choke on his throat, "He's c-coming!.."

“Hang on there!”

As the call hang up, Sunoo's went back to his usual maniacal expression as he looked down back at Sunghoon in his dazed reaction.

“How was that?! Was my acting good?” brushing his finger and poking it against his rosy cheek, “Ugh, could’ve done better, don’t you think?… But who cares when I had you right here, bitch?

Sunoo bends on his knees. “We still had time before those bitches came, so how about we talk a bit more hm?” a tiny tsk emits from how his tongue collides beneath his teeth, cheek popping out in such a leisurely manner.

"You're f-fucking insane." a voice so tiny as Sunghoon trembles in both fear and rage before his eyes widened at what the boy was holding.

A glint flashes through Sunoo's face, "Wanna see how more insane I could be?"

"W-what—"

Wet liquid splattered on Sunghoon's face, leaving him on a deep trance over the play of horror before his blood shot eyes, downright speechless he was.

Swift! Swift! Swift!

"SEE? LOOK AT THIS! FUCKING LOOK AT ME!" Dripping mess one after another stained the entire room as Sunoo slits open his bare arms on repeat like a broken doll.

"F-fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Sunghoon trembles in utter fear with everything he had witnessed—the drugs soon pulling him into the labyrinth of darkness.

“Now let’s put this sweetheart in your fingers.” white handkerchief wrapped on the knife’s handle got laid on Sunghoon’s grasp.

“Hmm! Now where do I lay?” Sunoo won’t stop giggling. “Here? Or there? Nah, that’s too fucking dirty.”

He keeps pointing in all sorts of directions, thinking of a plausible way of being seen by the officers barging at any moment later.

A low, low sigh.

"You see, haven't you sticking your nose in our relationship.. you wouldn't have to end up in mess you.. created yourself." Sunoo's lips widened, letting out a fit of giggles. "But it's perfectly fine, atleast now you know when to judge someone. Fucking asshole."

That sight was the last thing Sunghoon ever saw before giving in to the drugs flowing through his veins, passing out on the floor in a low thud much to Sunoo's amusement.

A sigh of absolute relief emits up in the air.

"How long is it? Hm.. Two hours before I meet my pretty (Name)."

Blaring lights surrounding your line of vision.

Ambulance, police cars, reporters and passersby gathering, some of them spilling in and out of a particular house. Murmurs arises, gossips echoes everywhere around you as you tried to look for him.

"Where's Kim Sunoo?!"

You couldn't help yourself from tearing up from the horrible sight before your eyes. Cupping your mouth in attempts to suppressed and yet it was all deemed useless the longer your gaze sticks on the miserable fresh cuts on Sunoo's arms.

"Sunoo? Sunoo!" Rubbing his torso you did, trying to wake him up from his slumber.

"(Name)?. ."

"Sunoo! Are you— no.. Who did this to you? Fucking tell me!"

"Ahh.. (Name).. I miss you so much it hurts." Sunoo brushes his finger against your cheek and you indulged in his touch you loved so much. "I thought I could never m-meet you again."

"Fuck, you dare to die without me beside you? Don't you dare." You sniffed in your tears, mouth pouting downwards as you laid your head on his chest.

"Of course, why would I dare?"

Baffled Sunoo was, everything was baffling easy—too fucking easy. A few words of being pathetic here and there, a dose of tears, and the persona of a fragile boy in front of everyone was enough to fool the entire nation, doesn't it?

"Doesn't it?" Sunoo smiles before the blonde haired boy behind the screen.

A glare so deep in hatred, bangs covering his eyes as he tries to stop himself from tearing up with the thought of his future all thrown into the drain and the fact he had been manipulated by the boy over and over again.

That his friends were actually dead. Their corpses were laid on the carpeted floor in his home with their neck slit open, blood spilling from their open wounds and that he was the one who has been convicted of killing them under the influence of drugs.

"Fuck you. Fuck. Fuck. It's all your fucking fault." Sunghoon bares with his gritted teeth, fists clutching his dark blue pants.

"Think again, whose fault was it?" a satisfied sigh emits from the black haired boy behind the thick screen. His faint orange lips twisted in a maniacal manner.

Sunghoon couldn’t believe what he’s looking at right now, his pupils dilating into nothing and mouth falling apart as it dawned on him — he was messing with the wrong person. If only he didn't took the challenge—

"Your mother, your father, your piece of a shitty friends, your useless shop—which one could truly save you from the mess you put yourself in to?" Sunoo leans forward, eyes shot so wide and mouth dropped in a downright mockery. "Nothing."

Sunghoon slams his fists on the counter, baring his teeth.

"Sunghoon, Park Sunghoon-ssi. Fuck, that name is bound to be remembered as a druggie addict for—" Sunoo hums along, "The. Rest. Of. His. Life."

Those words echoes through Sunghoon's mind.

"Fuck you!" You screamed at him, "Turns out it was you, moron. How could you? How could you fool me like this and then do that to my boyfriend?! What have I done to you, huh?!"

"It wasn't me! I swear it wasn't me!—"

"And you're saying I'm blind? Park Sunghoon! You have no shame, do you? Stalking me, and doing all that disgusting things! You must be so fucking insane! Okay, I get it. But why the fuck you have to target Sunoo?!"

"That bitch is fucking messing with you! Us! He's not as innocent as you think he is!"

"Look at yourself in the mirror! You're the one fooling me!"

"I SWEAR! (NAME)! THAT GUY IS INSANE! HE HURTED HIMSELF AND HE— AND HE—"

Despite how Sunghoon tried to convince you of your boyfriend's true nature, you only sit still watching him being dragged away by the officers in his desperate attempts to thrashed around.

You let out an exasperated sigh as you cupped your face in the hands, comforting yourself that it's alright now. That there will no longer someone like Sunghoon to mess up your life and especially your relationship with Sunoo.

No one.

"I couldn't believe it was him all this time." You kept going on and on ranting about Sunghoon to your boyfriend, absolute disbelief written on your face along with disgust surfacing every now and then while watching the news about him in the TV.

"A murderer. A stalker. And a druggie?" You shake your head, "This kind of person?— fuck, faces can fool."

Sunoo lets out a satisfied sigh as he listens to all your rants, squints his eyes against the sun over pouring on the wooden floor, resembling the sweet taste of a honey and yet nothing is comparable to the home like warmth emitting from his darling’s lap.

He couldn’t help his faint orange lips pulling into the slightest grins, burying his head deeper into the your lap in which it elicits a chuckle of amusement from you.

Your audible rants were interrupted at his tiny gesture, giggle escaped your mouth. “So needy, hm?” your hand ruffles his feathery like hair.

Sunoo shifts his position to look at you in the eyes, “Always for you.”

Ah, those foxy eyes that held absolute love for you. Just how could you resist it?

Orange sunsets never faltering from the sky—over dripping like honey against the edge of the couch, your hand on top of it being engulfed by the sun's warmth.

His lips finds it way through yours again as he gets on top of you—pushing you forward to the couch, sucking and nibbling on your lower lip. His hands wrapping round your neck to pull you even closer to him, you could feel the skip of his heart beat growing louder against your chest.

Growing impatient, his fingers hastily pulled your collars down and you could feel his breathe against your neck as his lips trailed further down to your exposed collarbone.

Sunoo lets out an audible giggle that sent waves of vibration against your skin serving as a ticklish sensation, "Seeing you under me is so fucking hot."

Before he leans forward to kiss you again, the pack of honey on the table took his attention and it leads to an idea popping up in his mind. Taking the pack in his hand, he took a long sip from the straw before he leans in closer to you—pushing his tongue melted in honey inside yours, swirling and tangling in utter sweetness.

A contented sigh escapes from Sunoo's lips as he took a brief inhale through his mouth, indulging himself in you—his darling.

Beads of sweat trailing down his forehead and neck, that lovestruck, intense foxy eyes of his never leaving yours as he pounded deep inside you with every hard thrust.

You and him perfectly mixing together in these sea like honey—that he built upon a corpses of those he despised from the bottom of his heart.

Bam! Bam!

Every single, slow and deep thrust serving as a declaration of love from him to you. Of course, anything for you—even if it means to snuck in a bunch more of those sharp taste honey down to some pests’ throats.

🐾 © SWEETPIECEOFNIGHTMAREZ | 2/14/2023

🐾 AUTHOR'S NOTE: sorry Sunghoon 🤡 and here I am again bringing a whole ass fic for a request ✋🏻time to drink some holy water and ofc to y'all lovely folks who reach the end, thank you for taking your time to read my stories, have a nice day! :)

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[andkisses]

♡ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ : txt ! idiots in love ♡ masterlist  ♡

you’re just a friend—a really good friend, yeah. the best friend. why are you looking at him like that? what do you mean: something more?

ot5!txt x gn!reader (a little something for each member); the rest under the read more | 810wc total

warnings: none | genre: fluff, oblivious and in love trope on his part

♡ sᴏᴏʙɪɴ : waking up on the couch together after a movie

soobin’s not sure what wakes him—the ceiling fan above that always seems to click after its been running too long. or, maybe it’s that his brain finally recognized that the movie had ended, credits and all, and had returned to the main screen where a short snippet of song was stuck on loop. again, he’s not sure. but he is sure that he really enjoys your company, and how softly you’re sleeping against him, how perfectly you fit into his side, head tucked on his shoulder. he leans his head against yours, and as he does, he realizes something: he really likes this. likes you. oh, no. he sits up, pulling away so far you nearly fall over in your sleep, but you simply just tuck in even closer. he stares at the dvd title screen wide-eyed at this revelation. he really likes you. and he doesn’t know what to do.

♡ ʏᴇᴏɴᴊᴜɴ : but friends don’t act like that

he’s laughing into your arms, over what he can’t be sure and quite frankly doesn’t care. everything you do brings yeonjun joy. you’re laughing too, pulling him into a hug, and—and—he’s remembering what someone said, after he’d explained his friendship with you. but friends don’t act like that? he freezes, laugh falling short, and he feels you stop, limbs hovering just over him, afraid to touch or to move too far away. “is something wrong?” you ask, panic on your face. “did i do something—” “no, never,” he says. “you could never… i—” his friend’s conversation echoes again. friends don’t act like that. yeonjun can feel everything bubbling up, popping in a brilliant array of colors inside his head as he sees everything between you two in a new light. it’s what lovers do.

♡ ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ : “you’re so pretty you make me dizzy”

even though he’s sitting down safely in a chair, beomgyu feels the room spinning around him. because of you. you’re just there, studying with your head in your book, taking notes. totally normal mundane student stuff. but when you do it? he’s head over heels and— “you’re so pretty it makes me dizzy.” panics sets in when you look up. did he just say that? you look up, and he’s scrambling to figure what to say for why he said that, when you pop out one earbud and offer him a gentle, “hm?” cold relief washes over beomgyu, and he shakes his head gesturing to the work in front of him. “just thinking out loud.” you smile, nodding, before adding, “of course. you’re cute when you do that, you know.” and then you put your earbud back in and go back to work as if nothing happened and beomgyu simply doesn’t know what to do with himself.

♡ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴ : “you really don’t see it, do you?”

taehyun prides himself on knowing it all. he gets good grades, he can see situations before they arise, and he can think himself through a problem. so when you lean in close, far too close for his comfort because he can see everything in your eyes and catch whiffs of your perfume, he’s confused. “you really don’t see it, do you?” he frowns. his brows furrow. no, he really doesn’t. “what’s there to see?” now you’re frowning, but then your expression shifts from disappointed to mischievous, and again he doesn’t know why. “mr. know it all can’t figure something out? would you like a hint?” and he nods, because he would like to know, and maybe because your closeness is unsettling him in a way he’s not used to—in a way he’s afraid to admit he enjoys. so when you lean in even further, and press a quick, gentle kiss to his cheek before leaning back with a devilish grin on your lips. his heart is pounding and he can feel his cheeks flush, the spot you kissed still burning. “do you see it now?”

♡ ᴋᴀɪ : i love you means something more now

he remembers when you used to be taller than him, back when the both of you were very little. but then you stopped growing and he kept getting taller and taller. you still call him little kai, though, and it doesn’t bother him. just like when you end phone calls with i love you. he does it too. you’ve been doing it forever. so why all of the sudden does it feel different? like it means something more? why does your touch feel electric, and why does he crave your hugs? and the jealous feeling he gets when he sees you next to other guys? that is especially weird. and when you stand on your tiptoes to kiss on the apple of his cheek before rushing through a goodbye and an i love you and disappearing inside? the most confusing of all.

[heejojo]

saturday mornings with you.

lowercase intended. fluff. jaemin. mentions of food. my morning wasn't like this at all tehe

saturday mornings with na jaemin happen like this; most of the time you're the second one to wake up because of the stress from the previous week. it's not like jaemin doesn't sleep, he just sees how hard you work and decides you need to be pampered and taken care of as he can easily rest anytime.

so on saturday mornings while you sleep in jaemin's t-shirt and sleep away with the blankets wrapped around you comfortably, he makes breakfast and when you wake up, you roll out of bed and wrap your arms around your boyfriend who is making breakfast.

"morning nana." you say with your face in his back and your words are muffled but he can make out what you say.

"morning pretty. how did you sleep?" he asks, whisking the eggs he's probably going to use to make scrambled eggs.

"good, one day I'll surprise you and cook for you. you treat me so kindly." you mumble and jaemin chuckles lightly, fully aware that you won't wake up. you may try but there's no way he'll let you.

"go brush your teeth stinky and come eat." he announces and sets the table.

soon after, you join him and press a kiss to his cheek and he presses one to the corner of your mouth. you dig in and squeal in delight. his cooking is wonderful.

"thank you, it tastes great as always. i love it."

"thank you darling but focus on the food; we have a long day today"

oh mornings with jaemin; probably one of the nicest times.

[curlslovekpop]

.:~She Loves Me Not~:.

Suddenly reminding her how soft his skin felt under her touch. How goosebumps formed all over his arms when her lips traced his sensitive spot on his exposed neck.

—-

“So…you’re his girlfriend?” Kibum asked in a curious and observant tone.

“No I’m not his girlfriend” she spoke with calmness as she watched Taemin laughing and jollying with his friends. His smile bright and clear, his laughter sincere and full of joy. His eyes looked so different when they were not half-closed, darkened and clouded with lust.

“Why, don’t you wanna be his girlfriend?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to be his girlfriend”

Her eyes fixated on his face, tracing, watching intently. Eyes wandering down his neck to his broad shoulders and chiseled biceps. His skin glowing with a thin sheen of sweat.

Suddenly reminding her how soft his skin felt under her touch. How goosebumps formed all over his arms when her lips traced his sensitive spot on his exposed neck.

“I just don’t want to be anyone else’s something”

[ericsprincess]

until you overflow

nc-17, Na Jaemin/Reader, historical au, queen!yn, war prize!jaemin, mildly dubious consent, cunnilingus, penetration, breeding kink

~~~

You need an heir. 

~~~

“I already SAID, I am NOT going to do this now,” you spoke through your gritted teeth, holding yourself back the best way you could to not smash your fist on the table out of anger. The atmosphere in the room was tense, and yet the scene was all too familiar for everyone. 

"B-but you need an heiress! Your highness, the war is over so now we should focus on important internal affairs, one of which is ensuring the succession!" scuttered one of the ministers, a capable, but also an extremely annoying woman with a particular penchant for bureaucracy. One of those people who never knows when to stop, whether they mean well or not. 

“The war is over and we should focus on repairing what it ruined first, don’t you think?” you replied sarcastically, but the minister as if she were deaf to your tone. 

“But..what if something happens to you? We need to have the security of an heiress! The people need it, it will boost the morale of the entire nation too!”

And this was already going on for 20 minutes. For the third time just this week. 

Thankfully, this useless exchange was interrupted when one of your highest advisors, an ancient noble lady, an advisor of your mother before she was yours, stepped out, essentially ending the bickering. 

“Your highness, there is still the..new war prize. You surely know which one I mean,” the advisor bowed deep in front of you. “He seems very strong. He could give our queendom many heiresses. It would silence many mouths, not only about the ones talking about you, but also those that are raising concerns about his future and purpose. Please consider that.” she spoke and retreated back amongst the others.  

Of course you knew which one she meant. Ever since the moment he was brought by your army, and as a part of war prize paraded around the capital to be finally thrown to kneel at your feet, he’s been the talk of the entire country. There were many captives brought in that day, but this one, as if he had put the spell on our entire country. All the men and women alike were marveling at his beauty, mouths hanging open with fingers pointing at that one, do you see that one? as the procession of soldiers and captives and carriages full of gold was passing through the capital city towards the Queen’s Palace. People soon started spreading eyewitness accounts and half-truths as well, even sharing made-up stories how he was so strong and raging that he almost fought off an entire squad of your soldiers before he was captured, how they had to bring him bound in thick iron chains and muzzled, a beautiful, but rabid beast. 

Most of that was not true. As far as the generals’ report that was handed to you said, he was ambushed while he was quietly traveling on his horse alone on a forest path, and went willingly, with a smile. He just let himself get captured, even shooting a joke or two, greeting his captors goodnaturedly like old friends. However, under his plain clothes, your soldiers found out he was armed up to the teeth.

They tried to interrogate him, but even after hours, no one was able to figure out where he came from and where he was going. He spoke with an accent not native to the conquered kingdom, so he clearly wasn’t a local citizen, but refused to prove his ties to another country to avoid being taken as a war captive. Nothing about his clothes or things he had on him specified anything. He provided his name when asked, but it was a simple, plain name, very common in any country around, so no one even believed it’s real. 

So they just followed the orders and just like any other captive, they brought him to the palace to have his fate decided there, and most court people half-expected you would have him publicly executed, as a statement and also just to simply get rid of the potential threat. They threw him at your feet, and he didn’t beg for his life as everyone expected he would. He raised his head from where he was kneeling, dirty with hands tied behind his back, but said nothing and only smiled at you, before dropping his head back down. The crowd gasped at the audacity of him daring to even lay his eyes on their Queen and immediately started whispering, everyone expecting you would immediately order your guards to have his head cut off, bloodthirsty atmosphere rising in the hall.

But you didn’t want to. You have learnt years ago, by necessity, to have no qualms or hesitation about ending an unworthy life, but something drawn you to him. You couldn’t tell what, but you didn’t want to kill him, at least not before he would give you an actual reason. You didn’t want to waste his life, just for the fleeting enjoyment of the masses. You wouldn’t have admitted it, not even to yourself at that time, but you were also intrigued.

You couldn’t decide and you ended up stalling, staring at the back of his head that was hung between his shoulders, with his forehead almost touching the cold marble of the throne room as he was slumped on his knees. The throne room was completely silent, everyone waited with bated breaths for the verdict.

Then a sharp pain in your rib woke you up from your stupor. You startled and looked at the source - your closest court lady, who was until now only standing at her usual place by your right hand, entirely bored, has just elbowed you to bring you back to earth. 

She leaned over to you, covering her mouth as she whispered to your ear. 

“Keep this one. We will put him to good use.” 

You rolled your eyes at her as she drew back, and she just shrugged. What? Sue me, she mouthed back at you before she resumed her bored expression. 

You sighed and irritatedly waved your hand to the right, signaling the guards to take him to the dungeons instead of beheading him right on the spot. The crowd groaned a little, annoyed that they couldn’t witness an almost poetic death of an exquisite beauty, but no one dared to raise a protest. They all knew better than that.

~~~

This is all entirely her fault, you were rubbing your temples two days later to stave off the headache, thinking about what to do about him, cursing your best friend and her one track mind. 

But she did have a solid point, and you are a benevolent and generous queen so you decided to put him where he would be appreciated the best and guarded the most - a royal harem, private only for you and your court ladies to use at your leisure. 

Despite his dubious and potentially dangerous origins, you weren’t afraid for the safety of your court ladies. None of them were here just for decoration - all highly trained professional guards and assassins, the loyal extensions of your power, you weren’t afraid of them getting hurt or letting him escape. Vice-versa too - if anyone decided to become some kind of a vigilante justice and lay a hand on the mysterious dangerous man who could be seen as a threat to the queendom, he would be well-protected. 

It really seemed to be the best solution.

A solution that would make everyone happy - you would have one less problem, the man would be out of prying and gossiping public eyes hidden well within the palace walls, the court ladies would get a new shiny toy and him…Well, no one cares about what he thinks or wants. 

But even this turned out to not be an issue, because as it was reported to you a month later, the new harem addition was settling into his new role well. Maybe even too well, as you have found out from the gossips and giggles between the court ladies. Apparently, not only he didn’t have any reservations about the kind of services that were expected from him, but also he provided them very willingly and enthusiastically. Seemingly impossible to tire out, he was always happy to let himself be used by any woman, even multiple at once! as you heard the whispers.  

The never ending rumors about his skills with his fingers or tongue were constantly making you blush every time you overheard. But not only that, part of why he was so popular was also how comfortable and desired he made the ladies feel. He seemed to always figure out very quickly how each woman wanted to be touched or talked to, or whichever kink she might have. He was also not shy about his own body or sexuality, but his own needs always took a back seat. He seemed to be born for this role, made to please the others. 

The only thing he was not approved nor allowed to do was penetration. He was not deemed fit or deserving to sire a child for your queendom yet, that was an honor and a privilege reserved for only few distinguished harem members that have been in service for a long time. But the potential was there and everyone acknowledged it. 

The beautiful, charming Probably Na Jaemin has quickly become the darling of the harem. Friendly with everyone, staff, servants, even other harem members liked talking to him and had nothing to say about him but high praise. 

No suspicious behavior was reported, no escape attempts, no strange questions, no forbidden items found hidden between his possessions. Na Jaemin seemed to be fully satisfied and content with his living situations and when the servants asked if there were anything he could be missing, he only asked whether there would be a teeeny tiiiny possibility of getting a cat, maybe? If it wouldn’t cause too many problems, of course?

This bastard is just having a vacation on my account, you fumed as you were stamping your Queen’s Approval seal on the request to purchase a ragdoll for the palace. 

Despite the continuous nagging and encouragement from your court ladies, especially your best friend, you haven’t seen him yourself yet. Actually, you haven’t seen anyone from the harem recently, because you were avoiding the entire palace wing by a mile. You wouldn’t admit that to anyone, but you didn’t even want to run into him in the corridors. 

And now you’re expected to consider him as a possible father of your daughters. And you didn’t even have any good reason to reject this idea outright. 

~~~

You have been tossing and turning in your bed for hours already and sleep was yet to come. The full moon has been shining into your chambers so strongly you could see everything even with the lights of. That must be the reason why you can’t sleep, you fumed as you were annoyingly shutting the curtains. 

And then you were lying down staring at the ceiling in complete darkness for one more hour. 

Okay. I give up. You said to yourself and climbed off the bed, picking up a robe, some slippers and a candlestick holder for some light to take with you. 

You left your room quietly and let your feet lead you while trying to not think about where you are going. You passed a few guards on your way, replying only with a curt nod to their deep bows. At the very least you could see for yourself that they are doing their job properly. 

You finally ended up in front of the door that was the target destination of your night trip. You put your hand on the handle and were just about to open it, when the door flew open and a young giggly lady ran out straight into your arms, startling you both. 

You did your best to not drop your light or burn either of you, while she quickly (and with complete horror) realized who did she run into, composed herself and started apologizing, bowing deeply and begging you for forgiveness. You just dismissed her with a wave of your hand and she didn’t need to be told twice - she bowed once more for good measure and disappeared into the corridor. 

Once the commotion calmed down you were free to look into the room. It was a normal harem room, nice and spacious, beautifully decorated with imported furniture and full of lights and candles, with a big bed in the middle. And just there, in the middle of the bed, leisurely spreaded on the finest silks your country could provide, was Jaemin. And what a sight for sore eyes he was - dressed only in light silk pants,so thin, you could almost make out what’s under them, with only his upper body on display, all in its tanned and muscular glory. Lying there, like a picture perfect example of debauchery, sweaty, used, and covered in lovebites and bodily fluids, as if letting himself to show you what he's there for.

He didn’t scramble off the bed to bow to you, which would be a punishable offense and he must have known. Instead, he let his head drop back on the pillow and with drowsy eyes, tired voice and wide smug smile he asked: 

“Your highness… How can I help you?” he drawled slowly, without any care about what’s proper and what is not. He seemed to enjoy being seen in such a state, especially by you. 

You clenched your jaw. You will not be entertaining this kind of behavior. You promptly turned on your heel and left his room, slamming the door behind you. 

You took on the way back to your quarters, fuming the entire time, but trying to not think about why exactly. 

~~~

It’s been a few days and you can’t sleep again. But this time, you are not trying to. You’ve been periodically alternating lying restlessly in your bed with pacing around your room. You might have checked yourself in the mirror once or twice. And now you’re back in bed, more nervous and anxious than you should be. You keep glimpsing on the clock even though it’s still a little bit too early - your instructions were clear - better later than to be seen. But you still can’t wait, you’re not sure if it’s just the anxiety or also maybe some anticipation. 

The heavy door to your chambers slowly opens, revealing your visitor - Na Jaemin, slipping through the door silently like a cat, closing them after himself without any sound. He’s wearing only a thin, almost translucent white silk shirt and some light linen pants - both entirely inappropriate attire even for slinking through the palace corridors deep at night. He is looking at you, his facial expression neutral, not exposing any of his thoughts. 

“Your highness,” he greets. He doesn’t bow. 

You nod in reply, but don’t know what else to say. Usually you wouldn’t be so shy or embarrassed, but none of your harem members unsettles you like he does. You could just order him around, but it doesn’t feel right, you don’t want it like that. The moment is so awkward that you don’t know whether to start laughing or not, as you are just staring at each other. So you decide to slightly break the tension by lifting the silk duvets in invitation. 

He doesn’t wait a second and swiftly joins you in your massive canopy bed, throwing half of the bedding off on the ground. He settles between your legs, laying down on his belly and pushes your nightgown up. With just a brief glance at your face to confirm his intentions he gets to work. He starts eating your pussy with the skill and talent of someone who, well, eats pussy as a profession - and it would have felt maybe too impersonal if he weren’t so good at it. He’s enthusiastic and he clearly likes doing it, with his eyes closed and occasional humming. It feels good, his tongue feels like it’s everywhere at the same time and the tempo is perfect, even more when he dares to slip two fingers inside you. 

It’s good, too good and you don’t want to come. Not yet, not before he does what needs to be done. But he doesn’t know that yet. 

You reluctantly grab him by his hair and unstick him from your pussy. He looks so beautiful, his eyes are closed and his face is flushed, with sweat gathering on his temples. His lower face is all wet and his lips are so red. He opens his eyes, slowly, blinking: 

“You don’t want to? Is that not why I am here?” he asks, looking surprised. You are not sure whether to trust it or he’s just pretending.  But you don’t feel like you are obligated to explain yourself to him. 

“Take it out. Put it in,” you order. 

“Oh, so it’s like that, is it?” his face transforms completely, his smug wide shark smile back on his face. You let his hair go and he gets up, keeling between your legs, towering over you. He starts to untie his pants. 

“Is that what this is about?” he asks, while grabbing you by your hips, pulling you closer to him so easily as if you weighed nothing. “I heard some gossip about an heir. So are you just using me for breeding?” he says, putting on a fake accusatory tone. How does he have the mental presence to pretend-pout while he’s literally pushing his hard cock inside, flashes through your head. 

He stops when he’s all the way in and leans forward over you, unmoving and staring right into your eyes, his unsettling smile plastered on as usual. 

“Yes.” you do your best to keep your voice stable as he starts moving. You relax and lift your legs to wrap them around his back to push him deeper. His movements are fluid and he’s gentle, clearly thinking of your comfort first, not just hammering in without consideration. 

“The royal court has found you a purpose,” you breathe out, closing your eyes. You drop your head back on the pillows. “And I am not using you, you should be honored.”

“Does the royal court not care about the father of its heirs being just a lowly pleasure slave? Maybe we are more equal than you think, you know” taunts Jaemin. You run your hands over his wide back, holding on for the dear life and he’s starting to fuck you more thoroughly, his tempo getting faster. Despite that, he doesn’t seem to get any winded, his stamina is solid and his self-control clearly impeccable, as he doesn’t seem to be affected in any way. But he is, you can feel him sweat, you can feel the slick wetness between your bodies just as well as you can feel how hard he is. 

“It’s-it’s not important,” you stutter between thrusts. You’re slowly getting there and it’s becoming hard to think. He’s going fast and deep and finally you can hear him getting out of breath. 

“Okay,” he breathes out. He lowers down so he can kiss you on your neck. “I’ll give you your daughters” he puts his lips close to your ear, his deep voiced whispers accompanying his final thrusts, as he loses the rhythm and cums inside of you, with your orgasm following right after, triggered by his and his words. 

You keep holding on to him tightly as you feel pumping his cum inside of you, both coming down from your orgasms. You’re enjoying this closeness and you don’t really want to let go, but everything is getting too hot and sticky, so you reluctantly let him drop on the bed next to you. 

You feel completely liquid but when you glance at him, he’s already recovered, with his breath back to normal and wits fully gathered. 

He grins at you. “Your highness~~ Were you satisfied with my services?”

Yes. “We will see that soon.”

He turns to his side and gets close to cuddle up to you. You don’t know what to do with your limbs, but let him do as he wishes. Which is sticking himself fully onto you like an octopus. 

“I was thinking, If it works out well, maybe you could let me make a few more babies for your court ladies, so the throne heir has friends to play with, what do you think?” he mumbles into your skin.

Fuck no. It’s not that you are possessive, not over a measly harem member, but something about this proposal rubs you the wrong way. You frown and start to fight your way out of his embrace to scold him from a more dignified position, but you’re stuck in an iron cuddle grip. And the more you try to wiggle out, the tighter it gets. 

“Noooooo? Does your majesty not like this idea~~?” he asks. “That’s okay then, we will just have to work eeeeeextra hard to make this one a twins,” he laughs, already scrambling up so he can get between your legs again.

And you can’t help yourself, and laugh with him.  

~~~

a/n: i like to imagine that this jaemin is actually a runaway youngest prince of some neighboring country who decided to become a hitman for hire, because that’s just so much more fun. he loooves killing people, but he really did need a vacation :) 

[serialee]

Reject holding hands x ateez please

Ateez Reacts: Handholding Rejection

genre: sfw - fluff [220 wc]

paring: mingi/wooyoung/jongho x gn.reader

warning: none

○ 'NEVERLAND MASTERLIST' || 'NAVIGATION'

◆ SONG MINGI ◆

Very confused. Rapid blinking eyes kind of confused.

Looks at his hands, then to yours then back to his for a few seconds.

Starts getting 'teary' eyes and starts sulking, mouth a frown; silently worried he did something wrong.

"Baby .. nooo! What's wrong, did I do something? You ok? Heyy!"

Please link hands with him again or he will continue to be sad

◆ JUNG WOOYOUNG ◆

Notices your hand removing his even before you completely reject it.

Goes absolutely ballistic and starts 'warning you' to try and do that again.

Connect his hand again and uses all his strength so you can't remove it again.

"Ah ah ah!! Excuse me!! And what exactly do you think you're doing? Absolutely not!"

Might catch on but he will continue to be as dramatic as he possibly can ... so good luck!

◆ CHOI JONGHO ◆

Takes a few second to notice that his hand is no longer connected to your thigh.

Gets confused before catching on immediately, then smirks to himself.

Says "alright, bet" and actually plays along. Will not let you reconnect even if you beg for it.

"Jongho ... baby!! Jongho pleasee come back sjdosj i'm sorry!!!"

Hears you crystal clear but is playfully ignoring you ... you better start running to catch up.

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[soobnny]

practicalities of a snowball fight — lee heeseung. strangers to lovers. university au. fluff.

synopsis. lee heeseung never backs out of a snowball fight, especially when it’s with a pretty stranger. maybe accidents do lead to beautiful things. (2.2k words)

note. merry christmas everyone! :)

December ninth was… odd. Winter had arrived so abruptly with snowflakes on eyelashes and layers upon layers of coats, hot chocolate and foggy breaths, silly winter hats and pink ears.

It was the strongest the snow had been that night, and the campus awoke with a blanket of white snow — visible smiles on the students as they marched the halls into their last exam for the semester.

Everyone was minding their own business, surely excited to travel back to their hometowns or go on road trips with their friends for the holidays or even to just stay in and enjoy alone time without the constant weight of exams and paperwork. So, you really don’t understand how you ended up in this situation, and you’re not quite sure how it started either.

You remember the bell had just rung signaling the end of the semester heading into Christmas Break. You remember the vague puffs of warm breath and the frosted windows from your school before it broke out.

You vaguely recall a student accidentally hitting their packed snowball into someone else when the person they intended to hit dodged which broke into quite the predicament. A snowball fight in the fields of your campus.

It was only supposed to be a quick trek back to your dorms - hot cocoa and layers of blankets in mind. With your vision clouded by the sweet warmth that was to greet you back at your dorms, you’re not sure when you took a detour, and you equally don’t know how you find yourself hiding behind a bench after having been hit in the face.

It’s a slaughter. Any living breathing being that stood would be hit. No student would be left behind.

In the spirit of Christmas, you decide to participate (and so you could avenge yourself). Besides, it’s not every day you witness a scene you usually see on-screen. It’s pretty, almost like living in the ruins of the fantasies you muster in your head before you fall asleep at night – dreamlike.

It was truly only supposed to be a single hit, a snowball right at a stranger who had his back turned to you. A single hit and you’re on your merry way back to your dorms. What you don’t expect is for the stranger to move out of the way and have the snowball come into straight contact with a really pretty boy.

The mischievous grin on his face tells you you’re definitely not leaving the campus just yet.

You think maybe if you apologize to the boy who you thought was just a passerby, the situation would dumb down and he’d wipe the sinister smile that’s so very visible on his face, but you’re interrupted when snow collides with your own face. Chiming laughter fills through your line of hearing and your lips part at the stranger who had blatantly nailed the snowball right at you.

The sinister grin plastered on his lips slowly morphs into a challenging smirk, the corners of his mouth pulling up as he narrows his eyes at you - trying to gauge your next attempt, your next move. When you launch the snowball at him, he’s quick to dodge it and you catch him winking at you before another ball is thrown at your shoulder.

“Hey, no fair!” You exclaimed, the snow blanketing your clothes and your hair, snowflakes on your eyelashes. Heeseung thinks you look cute.

When he stoops down to form another snowball, you’re quick to start retreating, but he’s quick to catch sight of your feet backing away so he stands up straighter, calling out for you. “Is it too late to retreat—”

He doesn’t even let you finish your sentence when he’s launching the snowball at you. When it hits you just right on your forehead, his head is rolling back in pure bliss and laughter.

You think, you don’t quite mind getting hit if it means the cute stranger kept laughing like that.

“You have terrible aim.” He’s pouting at you in an attempt to console you after you had missed him again (if only you knew you had been going against one of your school’s athletes in the midst of everything, you wouldn't have been trying this hard).

Heeseung knew all your moves before you even made them.

“I hit you once in the face!” Your tongue stuck out at the stranger as you hid behind a tree, a smile peeking on your face - the greatest it's ever been this week.

“Because you meant to hit someone else, pretty girl.”

The way he called you ‘pretty girl’ so shamelessly has you stumbling back on your own words, but you’re choosing to not let your newly made enemy get the best of you. This might be all part of his plan to let you crumble into defeat - although you’re more than happy to lose if it guarantees more time spent with the boy.

When you move from your spot behind the tree, you’re almost immediately frantically attempting to pack a snowball in your hand to throw it at him.

The whole campus seems to be on mute to the two of you. You’re the only clarity, and your perfect teeth, and the crinkle in your eyes. And you think the same, with his worn out converse and the cute quirk of his lips.

You’re reminded of how odd the day is.

Everything that’s happening seemed to contrast the usual dead hallways of your campus. When there used to be only small chatter between specific groups of people to create noise, now there are these groups of friends throwing snow right at each other.

You suppose it’s because exams had just ended mere hours ago.

“Stop hiding!” Mischief seeps through Heeseung’s voice as he’s searching for you, and the slightest sight of your hand has him chucking snow at you. “Gotcha.”

Your movements halt a bit at how close he was right now, not knowing Heeseung’s own heart was speeding at its own limits. Maybe it’s because you had taken on the challenge of going after each other. Maybe his heart is leaping because you don’t run at the first sight of him - the way those kids he wanted to be friends with did all those years ago.

“Gotcha.” You’re repeating the words right back at him with a small smirk on your face as you take your hand from behind you to shove the snow at his face before you’re frolicing to run away from him.

The smile on his face is hard to ignore when you look back at him just standing by the tree you had previously hidden in. “What? Cat got your tongue?” You’re not sure it’s the right move to provoke the boy who hadn’t missed a single shot yet, but you deem it right when his grin only seems to increase tenfold.

Karma was quick to bite you back when a snowball hit you from another direction, and you twist your head to find some random boy shooting you a grin.

Heeseung’s wide grin twists into a glare before he’s packing up the biggest snowball he’s made today. The size of the snowball grows and grows, and before you can say anything about it, he’s throwing it right behind the unexpecting boy’s head. “Oy, find someone else. She’s already taken!”

You burst out into laughter as horror etched on the boy’s face the moment he’s hit yet again on his back and he’s frantically running away from the scene to avoid getting hit again. When Heeseung successfully manages to make the boy scurry away, it was his turn to give you a firm hit on your shoulder.

You point at him accusingly, arguing that you were distracted. He shouldn’t hit you while you’re distracted!

Feeling guilty, or maybe just apathetic at how you keep missing all your shots, Heeseung stops moving.

“Okay, I’ll give you a few free hits.” He’s standing still, allowing you your moment. Heeseung thinks his moment of surrender is definitely worth it, seeing you trying to form a snowball with your pink tinted cheeks from the cold, your nose dusted in red and the corners of your sweet lips quirked up.

When the heat of the moment in the campus dies down and everyone’s left a laughing mess on the snow, talking with each other, Heeseung thinks it’s the right moment to shift towards where you’re sitting.

“Truce?” You shift your gaze from the white blanketed ground to see him with his hand propped up for you to take, his legs stretched out in front of him. “Only if I get your name, I mean, you did give me no mercy.”

“I’m not quite sure that’s a fair deal, but because you’re cute I’ll give you my name anyway.”

“You think I’m cute?”

“I don’t recall saying that.”

“You literally just did!”

“Do you want to know my name or not?”

“Fine.”

“Heeseung.”

“_________.” Your hand takes his in a firm shake and you think you like the way your hands fit together, and it’s almost comical how a simple handshake is enough to send a shiver down your spine and for color to start blooming on your cheeks again.

You don’t expect him to pull you down by your hand to lay down in the snow with him. “I like your name. It’s cute.”

“You said it again!”

“I didn’t say anything!”

Your eyes are trained on the pretty blue sky, and how the afternoon wind seems to be whistling and whispering words to the pair of you. Heeseung shifts in his current position to turn his head so he’s looking at you, and an instant smile undoubtedly spreads across his face, finding his own joy in the peaceful look on your own face.

“Will getting coffee with me make up for not giving you mercy, as you said?” His breath is warm as it fans the side of your face, and it’s enough to send you tumbling over your own words.

“I mean, I did say your name is enough, but if you’re offering up free coffee.” You take the accomplishment and pride of being able to inspire yet another bright smile from him and pocket it to think about later.

He’s sitting up now, offering a hand out at you to help you up. You’re quick to take it, the familiar ting of holding his hand earlier coming back in an instant and it prompts you to shoot up and let go of his hand almost immediately in fear that he’s able to notice how flustered you are.

“You’re looking awfully pink, sweetcheeks.” It’s hard to miss the teasing look on his face as his hand moves to make home on the small of your back, guiding you away from the people who had yet to call truce and making sure you’re not hit in the process.

“Oh, shut up.” Rolling your eyes playfully, the words leave your lips quickly because you’re afraid that if you talk more, you’d end up a stuttering mess under his very intense gaze.

He’s so pretty, you think.

It was easy conversation after he had bought you your first cup of coffee for the afternoon. The two of you were perked comfortably at the corner of the little shop, sat across from one another as you talked about which course the two of you majored in and your theories on how the little mishap happened earlier.

Heeseung supposes he should feel guilty at how he’s unable to truly listen to you properly. But who was to be blamed exactly when you looked so pretty with your flushed cheeks and your red nose, and how you kept the coffee close to try and warm yourself? Heeseung doesn’t think he's to blame entirely.

Anyone would fail to listen if given the chance to sit in front of you and witness your smile for themselves.

You’re saying something about your exams, and something about biology, he’s not sure.

And while you’re talking about your week, Heeseung’s mind is running and trying to think of different ways to try and see you again without seeming crazy.

“Can I have your number?” His own words surprise him, and he’s quick to try and take them back. “Only if you want to, I’m assuming we’re friends now. Friends have each other’s numbers, right?”

It’s clear Heeseung hasn’t done this before. And you don’t strike him as the type to be a nervous, bumbling mess. You thought that would be reserved for yourself, and you think it’s almost endearing - the uncharacteristic manner in his words and the way he said it.

“Okay.” When you give him your phone, Heeseung seems a little bit stuck. He had been so caught up in the fear of you rejecting him in a heartbeat to even consider the possibility of you accepting.

When he sees a bright smile on your face, he instantly mirrors it and the bounce in his step is back as he takes your phone from you to type in his number, letting you do the same on his.

December 9th was a strange day. With the winter arriving so abruptly, with snowflakes on eyelashes and layers upon layers of coats, with the cute boy sitting opposite to you, feet bumping against each other lightly.

[hanisdaisys]

DOUBLE TAKE ~ L.HS & S.JY

Paring! : Heeseung!XReader! OR Jake!XReader! (Female reader)

->PICK YOUR ENDING

Information! : a spin off of The summer I turned pretty

Casting! : Y/N as Isabel (Belly), Heeseung as Conrad,Jake as Jeremiah, Steven as Jay, Taylor as Yunjin and Cameron as Sunghoon

Word count! :

Main part-> 6.1k words

Heeseung’s part -> 2.3k words

Jake’s part -> 2.3k words

Release date! : out now!

Summary

It all started the beginning of 2023, your best friend, yunjin, had been BEGGING you to take off your braces and your glasses. She kept saying how hee, your childhood best friend AND your crush, will not be able to hold back after seeing you change so drastically in the span of a year…. Taking in her advice, you decided to completely revamp yourself, a huge glow up! And when summer came around you couldn’t wait to get into that car with Jay, your annoying older brother.. and drive until the summer house. Finally Heeseung and Jake would be able to see how much you’ve grown… and maybe they’d finally give you a chance, a chance to belong to one of them… but you didn’t know if this summer you wanted Heeseung or Jake…

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Authors note: Finally got rid of my heartbreak and my writer block! I’m sorry for not updating so often but trust me, this year I’ll try my best to publish a bunch of stories you will all love!! Thank you I love you <3

[boyfhee]

⌕ TAKE TWO ━━ 15 : silly little feelings

PRECIS. while riki constantly assured you that him being an idol under a different label wouldn't be an issue in your relationship, you start getting second thoughts when fans start shipping him with his co-mc at music bank.

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[jungwnies]

syn ' there's no fixing something so broken pairing ' fem!reader x bf!johnny

it was so good until it wasn't. it was so sweet until it turned bitter. it was so comforting, until it hurt.

the room you stood in with a lawyer besides you, and a judge in front of you felt unreal. you never would've thought you'd be going against someone you loved so deeply.

someone you thought would never hurt you.

(flashback)

you checked your voicemail, "i left some papers on the kitchen table, don't wait for me tonight, i won't be coming home." is what the voice on the other end of the line said.

the second you stepped into your home, you saw the papers enclosed in a big yellow envelope. divorce papers.

you're heart shattered, but you weren't surprised. in fact, you even laughed.

time was always a measurement of your relationship and it finally ran out.

so you signed the papers, not thinking anything of them. if it wasn't now, then it would've been later.

(present)

it hasn't started, the judge was preparing, walking in and out, and our lawyer was preparing papers.

you walk up to johnny and greet him, "long time no see."

johnny looks at you with a blank stare, "please don't look at me with so much resentment."

"why? i can't be upset that the person i love is finally leaving?" you challenge with a scoff.

"don't pretend like you haven't imagined your life without me." johnny argues, laughing.

you laugh, "after not seeing you for so long i thought i'd be sad, but honestly seeing your face makes me want to die." you look at johnny and shake your head, "and to think how much you made me miserable and i still loved you.”

"you know i loved you too." johnny tells you, "i still do."

"you left like i was never a reason to stay." you tell him sadly. "i didn’t realise i was such an inconvenience."

johnny swallows, "i don’t see the same person i loved when i look at you anymore."

you look him up and down, "neither do i."

"y/n i'm hurting too." johnny lamented.

"i hope we never have to see each other again." you tell him walking away.

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