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GAME OVER ! ― part two

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↳ PAIRING: lee heeseung x fembodied!reader

↳ SUMMARY: with you now on your way to ruin his reputation, heeseung makes sure that if he’s going down, you’re going down with him.

↳ WORDCOUNT: 12,1k

↳ WARNINGS: SMUT ! MDNI .

COLLEGE IS ABOUT TWO THINGS AND TWO THINGS ONLY.

Or at least that’s what you were told throughout your high school years before actually entering college yourself. College wasn’t necessarily for higher education, no, there were two things that were way more important than the education itself.

The first one being partying.

You were in no way, shape or form a stranger to partying thanks to the fair amount of parties you had attended during your high school years. It was mainly thanks to Chenle that you even got the chance to experience the party life back in high school, without him and his determination to attend as many parties as possible you most likely wouldn’t have stepped foot in a single one of those parties. He had claimed that those parties would be the gateway to his success in college and looking at him now, maybe he hadn’t been so wrong after all.

But you had already experienced being sixteen and throwing up in someone random kid's backyard, you had already experienced the excitement of sneaking behind your parent's back only for them to scold you the morning after when you tried sneaking into the house during the early hours of the morning; so in your opinion, you were well prepared for the party life that came alongside college.

The second thing being hookups. The only area of the two categories you deemed yourself inexperienced in.

At first, you had just shrugged it off when the girls in your class back in high school suddenly lost their virginity. Almost like every single girl around you lost their virginity overnight, one after one, you’d hear them gossiping about how, when and where it happened in the bathrooms. You, however? You felt no desire to lose your virginity.

Maybe it was because you had no one to actually lose it to, you weren’t in love nor did the idea of losing it to some random boy like the rest of the girls had done sound appealing to you. What was the point in losing it like that?

You never really saw the point in losing your virginity just because, which might’ve been why you were still a virgin as you entered college.

In high school, the thought of you still being a virgin wasn’t really a problem nor was it something that troubled you. You just figured that you’d lose it someday, when the time was right and the right person came along. When that day never came along, however, you began to grow slightly worried. More specifically when you realized that you’d be entering college as a virgin.

It wasn’t like your romantic life was completely dead. You had already kissed someone, even though that someone had been Sungchan when you had broken down in tears after drinking a little too much one night; in between broken sobs you told him how pathetic you felt just because everyone else had already had their first kiss while you had yet to even hold a boy's hand.

And with Sungchan being the amazing friend that he is, or maybe he was just fed up with your drunken rambling, you weren’t too sure; with an annoyed sigh trailing off his lips, he had grabbed your face and kissed you.

Sungchan refused to speak about that kiss ever again, even though you had tried bringing it up several times over the years. Originally, you thought that maybe it was because he had been almost equally as drunk as you and just didn’t want it to ruin your perfectly fine friendship. It wasn’t until Chenle accidentally spilled that Sungchan also had yet to even kiss a girl, however, that you realized why he always instantly, almost in a panic, changed the topic whenever your shared kiss came up.

Not only had Sungchan been your first kiss, but you had been his first kiss as well.

You just decided to shrug it off after a while, brushing it off as him just wanting to be a good friend and letting you have your first kiss. Looking back, there was probably no one else you’d possibly want to share your first kiss with.

So in a way, your sex life wasn’t completely dead, you just hadn’t actually hooked up with someone.

Or ever seen another person naked.

Or had another person actually touch you, yet even touch another person yourself.

On second thought, maybe your sex life was completely dead after all.

Or at least it was, until Lee Heeseung came along.

Three days later, the mark where Heeseung had sunk his teeth into your skin still decorated your skin. Standing in front of one of the mirrors hanging off the wall in the school's bathroom, your fingertips trailed over the miscolored skin; your eyes glued to the slight purple devil’s mark. With your bottom lip placed in between your teeth and your eyebrows furrowed together in despair, you studied the mark he had left behind on your throat.

You hadn’t even acknowledged the mark he so thoughtfully had left behind until you had left the bathroom, your legs still shaky from both pure shock but also from the orgasm Heeseung had ripped away from you. Sungchan had noticed your pale face the second you wobbled down the stairs only to find him standing in the kitchen, asking you where you had been and if you were feeling alright; pointing out the terrified expression you wore on your face and that you had missed Chenle blowing out the candle.

Due to you not even being able to form a proper sentence, you had just mumbled something about not feeling too great.

It wasn’t until Sungchan spotted the red mark on the side of your neck, however, that you truly began to feel sick.

‘’What’s that?’’ You almost didn’t even hear him, too busy thinking of a way to leave the party without seeming like a douchebag for ditching your friend's birthday party. Only when you felt him place his hand on the side of your neck, slightly pulling your shirt down to inspect the mark did you realize what he had said. ‘’What’s what?’’ You almost stuttered as you spoke, noticing the confused look on your friend's face. ‘’The mark on your neck, did something happen? Did you hurt yourself?’’

At that moment you thanked whatever higher being there was that Chenle had forced Sungchan to drink more than he usually did, mentally thanking Chenle for giving you the perfect excuse. You quickly slapped his hand away in a panic, pulling your shirt back up in an attempt to conceal the red mark. Heeseung had actually left a mark for everyone to see. ‘’It’s nothing, you’ve had too much to drink,’’ With a chuckle trailing off your lips, you prayed that Sungchan would just laugh along.

He didn’t.

Instead, he looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed together as you kept your hand on your throat in a desperate attempt to get the shirt to cover your exposed neck. ‘’I’m not feeling too good, so I’m gonna head home,’’ You quickly let out, not giving him the chance to ask you about the mark again. ‘’If you see Chenle, apologize for me okay? I’ll call him tomorrow and explain.’’

Sungchan had barely gotten the chance to open his mouth to say something before you had already stormed off. With his eyebrows still furrowed together in confusion, he watched as you made your way through the crowd; your hand still covering your neck and sweat forming around your hairline.

The way Heeseung had also been watching you from across the room with a small smile on his lips, however, didn’t go unnoticed by your best friend.

Now, three days later, the once red mark had turned purple and was now even more noticeable, hence the hoodie you had decided to wear; praying that it would somewhat cover up the lovely reminder Heeseung had left you.

Almost like he had written ‘Heeseung was here’ across your throat with a permanent marker, the mark painfully reminded you of what had happened in the bathroom that night. Reminding you of the way his lips has left wet traces down your neck, reminding you of how his lips felt against your own; but most importantly, reminding you of the fact that he had fingered you.

Never had anyone fingered you, nor had anyone ever even touched you; and Lee Heeseung out of all people had been the first one to do so. Heeseung had been the first boy to ever actually kiss you, the first one other than yourself to ever pleasure you in that way. Lee Heeseung, the boy you had hated ever since middle school, the boy who day after day found new ways to torment you had brought you dangerously close to an orgasm using his fingers.

This was not how your first time being intimate with someone was supposed to go, no, it had been the total opposite of how you had planned it out in your head. You were supposed to be in love, it was supposed to be sweet and passionate; not filthy and straight-up obscene, and Lee Heeseung was most definitely not supposed to be included in the picture of what your first time would be like.

Not only had Heeseung managed to rip the picture of your perfect way of losing your innocence into pieces, but he had crumbled it up before stomping on it; like it meant nothing.

The worst part?

You enjoyed it. You had enjoyed the feeling of being pressed up against the cold bathroom counter, your skirt ridden up by your waist; but most importantly, you had enjoyed Heeseung fingering you.

A low groan left your throat as you let the neck of the hoodie go, letting the hood go back to its original place; hiding the mark decorating your skin once again, not wanting your mind to wander back to that night nor did you want to be reminded of how much you had enjoyed it.

”There’s a very thin line between love and hate,”

You never paid much attention in literature class, today’s lecture being no exception. The fact that you had chosen literature as one of your last classes was purely by chance, as no other class sounded appealing to you; not that literature sounded very appealing, but at least it would look good on your resume, you thought.

Running the pen you were holding in your hand over the almost empty paper, small doodles decorating the page; a chuckle almost emerging from your throat as the sentence left your professor's lips. There’s a very thin line between love and hate?

You hated a lot of things. You hated the rain that would ruin your hair as you ran across campus to make it in time to your next class, you hated the way the sun would peak through the tiny gap in the curtains hanging in your bedroom and wake you up hours before you actually needed to wake up; and at the top of the list of things you hated, the name ‘Lee Heeseung’ stood written in red.

There was nothing more infuriating than all those things.

But the rain that once ruined your hair also brought you the happiest moments in your life, like when you were running in the rain with Sungchan after school, giggles trailing off your lips as you watched him try to shield himself using his jacket; to no avail. The sun might be a pain in the ass whenever it woke you too early, but you had also spent an entire summer under the sun; watching Chenle take his lifeguard job at the local pool a little too seriously and Sungchan getting what he’d describe as the ugliest tan ever, the imprint the sun had left of his sunglasses leaving you chuckling all summer.

There may be a very thin line between love and hate after all.

‘’Nice drawing you got going on there.’’ The whisper coming from beside you made you jump, the sudden presence taking you by surprise. The seat next to you had been empty ever since you sat down, so when your eyes landed on Chenle sitting next to you with a grin plastered on his lips you couldn’t help but furrow your eyebrows.

‘’First of all, you scared the shit out of me,’’ Your words came out mumbled as your eyes darted over to the professor standing at the front of the room, feeling grateful over the fact that you chose the seat at the back so he couldn’t hear you whispering to your friend and scold you for not paying attention.

‘’Second of all, where the fuck have you been?’’ Your eyes landed on the boy sitting beside you once again, squinting your eyes.

You had refused to take literature class all on your own. There was just no way you’d sit through an hour of absolute nonsense a total of three times every week, listening to your professor talking about yet another boring novel without having anyone there to keep you entertained. It took a lot of convincing and begging, even bribing, and a lot of eyes rolling; but after what felt like forever, Chenle had agreed to take literature classes as well.

You might’ve hated literature, but Chenle most definitely hated it more than you did. A part of you regretted not begging Sungchan instead, considering the fact that he actually showed up to class, but Chenle? Well, he simply had better things to do than showing up to class.

At least if you consider sleeping an extra hour in the morning or simply just hanging out with friends more important, then he definitely had better things to do. Education wasn’t the important part of college, after all.

Rolling his eyes, he leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. ‘’I just complimented your beautiful drawing, and you’re not even going to thank me?’’ You rolled your eyes in response, shutting the notebook in front of you; the doodles covering the paper no longer in sight. ‘’Maybe I’d consider thanking you if you actually showed up to class.’’

Chenle just shook his head in response, his eyes scanning the outfit you were wearing. ‘’Are you still feeling unwell?’’ He asked, his eyes still darting up and down your body. You furrowed your eyebrows, looking down at your clothes in confusion. ‘’No, I already told you, I probably just ate something bad.’’ You replied, your eyes meeting his.

‘’Then why are you wearing a hoodie? It’s like, way too hot in here for you to be dressed in a hoodie unless you’re sick and freezing to death.’’

You just stared at him for a moment. He most definitely wasn't wrong, you had regretted wearing the hoodie the second you walked through the doors, the humid air making you feel like you were suffocating. For a split second, you had considered taking it off; only to remember the reason why you wore it in the first place. You tightened your lips into a thin line, looking back at the now closed notebook in front of you before leaning back in your seat.

‘’Good to know you care, maybe next time you’ll show up to class.’’ Your whisper caused a low groan to leave your friend’s throat. ‘’If you wanted someone who’d actually show up to class you should’ve begged Sungchan, not me.’’ He hissed back at you, his eyes still glued to you. You rolled your eyes in response, keeping your eyes glued to the whiteboard placed in the front of the classroom.

Chenle stared at you for a moment before snickering. ‘’At least I got free beer.’’ His taunting whisper caused your head to snap toward his direction again, reminding you of the bribe you had offered him in order for him to join you in literature class, the final bribe that he had gladly accepted. ‘’At this point, you owe the double amount of beer.’’ You hissed at him, causing his eyes to widen. ‘’Alright, I get it! I’ll start showing up to class,’’ He let out, throwing his hands up into the air in dismay.

You shot him a sarcastic smile before darting your eyes back over to the whiteboard. Chenle got on your nerves most of the time, especially when he never kept his promises and left you to enjoy your boring literature classes all on your own; but he was your best friend, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You should’ve known better.

You should’ve known Chenle would never just show up for class without expecting something from you in return, like that one time he showed up for class and then forced you to drive him to pick up a bunch of packages; you had been the one to force him into taking the class, the class he didn’t even want to take, he had claimed. So it was only fair that you did him a favor in return.

One favor, however, turned into multiple favors over time.

“Let me get this straight,” With your fingers pinching your nose bridge in annoyance, your eyes fluttered shut. “You want me to go decor shopping for your party?” Your eyes fluttered open once more as you finished your sentence, your eyes landing on the boy in front of you; who was staring right back at you with big, pleading eyes.

“Correct.”

The thought of Chenle getting on your nerves more than you had originally thought crossed your mind. Maybe you’d have it any other way rather than being his best friend, especially in moments like these; where he took on more things than he could handle just to simply put those responsibilities onto others when he couldn’t find the time to fulfill them.

You just stared at him, your eyes slightly squinted. He kept his eyes on you, meanwhile, your own eyes darted down to his slightly pouting lips. That’s what Chenle always did whenever he wanted you to do him a favor, his plump lips forming into a pout as he stared at you with wide eyes; causing your nose to scrunch up in disgust.

With a frown plastered on your face, the disgust of seeing your friend trying to act cute in order for you to agree to his absurd request, your eyes met his once again.

A sigh trailed off your lips as you placed your hand on one of his shoulders, your hand coming into contact with the bag hanging off his shoulder, slightly tilting your head.

“Chenle,” Your words caused his eyes to widen even more in anticipation, nodding his head eagerly.

You just stared at him for a moment. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to be concerned about your friends' behavior, or just simply disturbed.

“I’m not going decor shopping for your stupid frat party.”

The cute and innocent facade he had put on went away the second the words left your lips. Instead, he frowned before scrunching his face up in annoyance, a loud groan emerging from his throat as he realized his way of charming himself into your heart wouldn’t work.

“But I went to class for you,” His whines caused you to turn around once again, staring at the impatient boy in front of you. There it was, the excuse you had been waiting for. “So technically, you owe me a favor as well!”

You couldn’t help but part your lips, raising both of your eyebrows in surprise.

“You’re telling me I owe you a favor because you went to a class, a class that you,” Your pointer finger coming into contact with the shirt covering his chest as you spoke, “signed up for?”

Chenle clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth before shaking his head. “More like a class you forced me into taking.” Mimicking your actions, the fingertip of his pointer finger hit your chest, emphasizing the ‘you’.

Staring at him, your finger still pointed at him; you narrowed your eyes.

‘’Don’t you think you’re being a little too mean, Y/N?”

You swore that the voice coming from behind you caused your blood to turn cold. Like ice filling your veins, you suddenly found it hard to move as much as an inch; your pointer finger still pointing at his chest, the taunting grin forming on Chenle’s lip not helping you out in the slightest.

‘’Right? You’re being mean right now Y/N, even Heeseung thinks so!’’

Of course Heeseung thinks you’re being mean.

Of course Heeseung decides to show up, right when you thought you had managed to get through a whole day without him ruining it, of course Heeseung just had to make you want to sink through the ground at least once a day - it wouldn’t quite be a proper encounter with Heeseung if he didn’t embarrass you, wouldn’t it?

But this wasn’t like the other encounters you had had with Heeseung throughout the years, no, this one was something completely different. This time, you weren’t rolling your eyes or scoffing at him for annoying you; this time, you were almost quivering in fear and wearing a hoodie to cover up a hickey.

A hickey that he had left.

Feeling Heeseungs warm hand landing on your shoulder, you tore your eyes away from the boy in front of you; almost feeling the sweat forming around your hairline about to run down your forehead as you came face to face with the much taller boy.

He was too close. He was way too close.

With his eyes darting up and down your face, a small grin formed on his lips; probably because he spotted the pure horror in the reflection of your eyes. He knew you were scared, he knew you were terrified of him even as much as mentioning the previous weekend. He had to know, judging by the way he gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze.

You weren’t sure if he was squeezing your shoulder to reassure you, or to threaten you.

‘’It’s not my responsibility,’’ You hissed, tearing your eyes off the taller boy; shaking your shoulders, causing Heeseung’s hand to slip off your shoulder. ‘’Make Heeseung go decor shopping for your fucking party.’’

Chenle most likely didn’t catch on to the distressed tone lingering behind your words, probably mistaking your distressed tone for an annoyed one - but Heeseung, however? He could easily tell the difference between the two. He hadn’t spent years hearing your annoyed voice for nothing, and right now, you were clearly distressed; much to his satisfaction.

Watching as you stormed off, your shoulder brushing against Heeseung as you walked straight past him; your eyes fixed on the floor beneath you. Heeseung could tell it was in an attempt to cover up your flushed cheeks, causing a small chuckle to trail off his lips as he scanned your body disappearing further down the hallway. More specifically, the hoodie hanging off your frame.

‘’That’s a cute hoodie she’s wearing, no?’’

Chenle just rolled his eyes, letting out a small groan as he rubbed his temples in annoyance. ‘’It’s way too fucking hot to be wearing a hoodie,’’ Chenle mumbled, also watching as you disappeared down the hallway. ‘’I can ask Sungchan where he got it from though.’’

Heeseung frowned, the small grin he had worn on his lips disappearing as he tore his eyes away from your figure, confusion written on his face as he looked over at his friend. ‘’Sungchan?’’

‘’Dude,’’ Chenle snickered, ‘’Y/N literally only wears Sungchan’s hoodies. I don’t even think she owns one that she hasn’t stolen from his wardrobe.’’

Heeseung’s eyes darted back down the hallway, his eyes desperately searching for your figure among the crowd of people. Feeling Chenle wrap one of his arms over both his shoulders, almost having to stand on his tippy toes in order to reach around the taller boy's shoulders, caused him to slightly stumble; losing sight of you as a result. ‘’I’ll only ask if you go decor shopping for me though.’’

Heeseung looked down at the smaller boy, forcing a small grin onto his lips before shrugging his friend's arm away from his shoulder. ‘’How about,’’ He hummed, like he was thinking about his friend’s request, ‘’You do it yourself.’’

Leaving Chenle standing alone in the hallway after patting him on the back, a trail of groans and curses leaving his lips as both his friends turned down his request; Heeseung ran his finger through his hair while walking down the hallway.

Chenle managed to not only miss the distressed tone lingering behind your words that day, but he also managed to miss the frown that had formed on Heeseung’s face as he told him about you wearing Sungchan’s hoodies.

‘’Care to explain why Chenle is on my ass about going decor shopping for his party this Friday?’’

A low sigh accompanied by a small chuckle left your lips at Sungchan’s question, throwing yourself on top of your bed as you brought your phone closer to your ear. ‘’He’s resorted to begging you now?’’ You let out as your head sunk into the pillows neatly placed behind your head, your legs still hanging off the bed. ‘’Already told him I’m not doing it, you should though,’’ Sungchan grunted on the other side of the phone, him fiddling with something being heard in the background.

‘’Why should I do it? It’s not my party, nor is it my problem if their party comes out looking like shit because Chenle can’t decorate for shit.’’

You weren’t wrong, Chenle truly didn’t know how to decorate, especially not for a party. You suddenly remembered the previous year’s Halloween party his beloved frat had thrown, and how the frat had decided to let Chenle be in charge of the decorations.

You also remember having to hold back a laugh the second you walked up the driveway leading to the house, spotting the big cardboard cut out of a ghost loosely hanging off the porch; the duck tape holding the cut out in place threatening to give up any minute.

‘’It’s called being a good friend, Y/N,’’ Sungchan sighed on the other line, causing a gasp to emerge from the back of your throat in disbelief. ‘’You also told him you wouldn’t do it, and you have the audacity to call me a bad friend?’’ You defended yourself.

‘’I’m not the one who also ditched his birthday party, am I now?’’

You rolled your eyes at the mention of Chenle’s birthday party, a groan leaving your lips as you placed one of your hands over your eyes. ‘’I already apologized to him for dipping, plus what was I supposed to do? I wasn’t feeling great.’’

Sungchan had been the first one to call you the following morning, concern lingering in his voice when he had asked you how you were. You didn’t blame him for sounding so concerned, you had walked out of there looking like you had just seen a ghost, after all.

He had also been the first one to call you out on your little white lie. You don’t look like you’re about to pass out by eating something bad, he had claimed, especially not we shared the same food.

Maybe it wasn’t the smartest idea to lie about eating something bad and that being the reason behind your sudden illness when the two of you shared some takeout right before the party, but what were you supposed to do? Tell him the truth?

You’re right, Lee Heeseung actually fingered me in the bathroom just a few minutes prior and he edged me before letting me know he had seen me spying on him while he got dumped, crazy right? Maybe it wasn’t food poisoning, maybe it was just the nauseating thought of letting Heeseung finger me that almost caused me to pass out!

The thought of even admitting it made you want to shrivel up and disappear from planet earth.

It took some convincing, and some more lies; something about the sandwich you had eaten that morning tasting different and how it was probably the cause behind you feeling unwell and not the takeout - to make Sungchan believe your little white lie. But eventually, after some bickering and a lot of sighs; he believed you.

‘’Well, if you can’t make it up to him by doing something as simple as decor shopping, at least you’ll attend this party, right?’’ Sungchan’s words caused you to let out another groan, pinching the bridge of your nose as your eyes fluttered shut.

There was no way you’d ever attend another one of Chenle’s parties ever again, not as long as Heeseung still belonged to that frat.

You swore that you’d do whatever it took for you to avoid Heeseung as much as possible, including never attending your friend's parties ever again. Whatever you had to do in order to slim down the chances of you and Heeseung ever having to face each other again, to minimize the chances of that incident happening again, you were willing to do.

‘’I don’t think so.’’ You muttered, letting your hand fall down onto your bed once again. ‘’What? Why? Are you still feeling unwell? You were at school today though,’’ Sungchan’s voice immediately went from sounding not so happy to concerned as the words left your lips, causing a small smile to form on your lips. ‘’No,’’ You chuckled, ‘’I already told you this! I’m completely okay now.’’

Well, besides the fact that Heeseung had been awfully close to you again and the fact that you had practically felt his breath fan across your face accompanied by the images from the previous weekend flashing through your mind, you were feeling alright. Kind of. ‘’So why aren’t you going?’’

I’m scared, no, I’m petrified of being close to Heeseung ever again.

‘’I just don’t feel like it, we’ve been partying for three weekends in a row now. I mean, don’t you think it’s time to just, I don’t know, give it a rest?’’

Sungchan just hummed in response. ‘’Try telling Chenle that.’’ He simply let out, causing you to furrow your brows. ‘’I’m sure he’d be okay with me skipping one party, Sungchan.’’

‘’If you saw how bummed he was over you leaving his birthday party, you wouldn’t say that.’’ His words caused a pang of guilt to shoot through your body, mentally face-palming yourself as you thought of the idea of disappointing your friend again. ‘’You can’t gaslight me into going to a party!’’ You groaned, flipping over so you were laying on your stomach; propping your head up using your free hand.

‘’How about,’’ Sungchan spoke, dragging out the last syllable. ‘’I pay for the alcohol this time?’’

You never thought of yourself as gullible. Not once had you thought of yourself as being easily persuaded, but with one of your friends already being disappointed in you and your other friend offering you free alcohol; maybe you were more gullible than you had originally thought.

Biting on your nails, you thought about his offer before letting out a sigh. ‘’Fine, I’ll go. But only because I don’t want Chenle to be disappointed in me, not because you’re offering me free liquor!’’ A chuckle of satisfaction was heard coming from the other line, causing you to roll your eyes.

‘’I knew you could never say no to me.’’

You can’t remember the last time you felt nervous attending a party.

Actually, you can’t remember ever desperately rubbing your palms against the fabric of your jeans in order to somewhat ease your nerves, all because of a party. You do remember nervously picking on the skin surrounding your nails whenever you had an important test coming up, or drinking one too many cups of coffee in the morning which caused your heart to beat slightly faster and cause your palms to grow sweaty - but over a party?

No, this, you almost losing your sanity over attending a party, had never occurred before.

Especially not when the party was being hosted by one of your best friends. You had attended more parties than you could count, most of them being hosted by no other than Chenle himself, which is probably why you had never once felt scared or nervous.

You found comfort in knowing that it was your best friend organizing these parties, especially today. You were only attending this forsaken party for your best friend, to make up for the last time when you ditched him and to see the decorations you had practically forced him to buy on his own; it was the least you could do, considering you made him buy them when he asked you to do it for him, right?

Right, you were only there to check out the decorations your friend had put up and possibly make fun of him for it. You were simply going for your friend.

At least that’s what you tried telling yourself, your slightly sweaty palms dragging along your thighs.

“You okay?” Sungchan chuckled, his gaze locked on your hands - watching as your fingers resorted to playing with the fabric instead.

“Yeah,” You mumbled, “It’s just hot in here.”

It wasn’t hot at all. In fact, your whole body was shivering from the cold air blasting through the air conditioning of Sungchans car, leaning against the window of the passenger seat in order to avoid the cold air coming into contact with your skin. ‘’Last time I checked you don’t do that when you feel hot.’’

Sungchan’s snicker caused you to look over at him, frowning. ‘’Remind me why you’re not drinking tonight again?’’ You let out in an attempt to change the topic, scanning the boy sitting beside you, his eyes on the road and his hand grabbing onto the steering wheel as he shrugged. ‘’Someone has to drive you home, no?’’ He let out, his eyes darting between you and the road.

Rolling your eyes, ‘’You just wanna show off your car, don’t you?’’ Sungchan’s lips parted upon hearing your words, raising both his brows as he heard you chuckle at your own remark. ‘’Forgive me for wanting to make sure my best friend gets home safe!’’ He let out, his eyes still glued on the road as a small smile formed on your lips, shaking your head before going back to resting your head against the window.

‘’You know, it’s okay to admit that you want female attention.’’

‘’I swear, if you keep this up, you’re walking home tonight.’’

‘’What? So you can fuck someone in your car?’’

‘’You’re definitely walking home.’’

One hour into the shitty decorated party and Sungchan was already gone.

One whole hour consisting of standing in the corner, a clear sight of the whole room and everybody in it - and a clear sight of the front door in case you needed to bolt out of there as fast as you possibly could.

Sungchan had indeed bought you the free alcohol he had promised, but you hadn’t even touched the bottle of your favorite liquor he had so thoughtfully bought you. No, you were already feeling nauseous as it was and did certainly not feel the need to drink any alcohol to make it even worse. Which led to you discreetly handing Chenle the unopened bottle of alcohol when you greeted him, making sure that Sungchan wouldn’t see; sending a wink Chenle’s way before complimenting him on the decorations he had put up.

For once, you were happy that Sungchan wasn’t too into going to parties. You wanted nothing more than to leave, but you knew you couldn’t do that, not after seeing how happy Chenle got when you walked in - so you decided that you’d stay in the corner of the room for the rest of the night, at least until it was acceptable for you to head home.

And since Sungchan was on the same page as you for once, he didn’t complain when you opted to stay on the corner the whole night. In fact, that’s how he’d spend all his time at parties if it was allowed, but having a frat boy as your best friend made it feel almost illegal to do nothing but stand in the corner; at least if you were doing it alone.

Luckily for both you and Sungchan, you weren’t alone; which made it completely okay to stand doing nothing at one of Chenle’s parties.

But of course, Chenle himself had to drag Sungchan away after nothing but 30 whole minutes of chatting, leading to you begging him to let you come too out of fear of being left alone and vulnerable for a special someone to approach you; to which he responded that it was a boy's thing and that you wouldn’t understand, accompanied by Sungchan looking at with a sorry look on his face.

And like that, with Chenle dragging your only hope away, you were left alone.

Well, until you weren’t.

‘’Excuse me,’’ A finger tapping your shoulder, ‘’You’re Y/N, right?’’

The sudden female voice coming from behind you caused you to turn around, confusion washing over you as your gaze landed on the girl now standing in front of you with her head tilted. ‘’I’m sorry, do I know you?’’

The unfamiliar girl’s face lit up upon hearing your words, unknowingly confirming your own identity. ‘’I’m sorry,’’ She chuckled, shaking her head. ‘’I think we share some of the same classes,’’ She continued, a warm smile spreading across her pink lips.

Your lips parted as you stared at the girl standing in front of you. You tried to figure out where you had seen her before, trying to figure out what classes she was referring to; slightly furrowing your brows as your eyes scanned her face. She did look familiar, you just couldn’t seem to figure out why and where you had seen her before.

‘’I’m Yunjin.’’

Oh.

Almost feeling your jaw hit the floor, you realized you must’ve looked stupid as her name trailed off her lips. Suddenly you realized just why her voice sounded so familiar, why it felt like you had seen her face before - because you had, but not in class.

No, not only had you witnessed her dumping Lee Heeseung, but you had also been the cause behind her dumping him in the first place.

‘’Oh,’’ You cleared your throat, realizing you had been staring at her for a little too long, ‘’Oh! Right! We do share some of the same classes,’’

You had no idea if you shared as much as a single class with the girl standing in front of you. But the warm smile she gave you made you think that you did, and that you had just never noticed her before; considering the first time you ever even acknowledged her was when you witnessed her leaving Heeseung dumbfounded in the hallway that one afternoon. ‘’I just thought this would be a good time to approach you,’’ She chuckled, running one of her hands through her hair; just like she had done that one time in the hallway of your school.

You forced yourself to offer the girl a small smile, desperately trying to hide the fact that you were terrified.

This was the last thing you needed, you didn’t need Heeseung’s old fling approaching you, not when you were preoccupied - preoccupied with hiding in the corner in order to avoid possibly running into the devil himself, Heeseung. You, however, weren’t sure which of the two was worse; running into the girl that broke up with him because of you or running into the boy who was out for blood because of it.

‘’No, definitely! What’s up?’’ You let out, trying your best to hide the fact that you were starting to sweat, hiding your once again sweaty palms behind your back. A low sigh escaped the girl's lips, causing your smile to slowly fade away, concern taking over your body as she looked down at her shoes. ‘’I just wanted to say thank you.’’

Thank you?

You frowned, your eyes following the girl’s every movement. A small chuckle left your lips and you wondered if she could hear the uneasiness lingering in your laugh. ‘’What for?’’ You asked, her eyes meeting yours once again - a small smile forming on her lips once more as she placed one of her hands on top of your shoulder, causing your now wide eyes to dart down to her hand.

‘’You know,’’ She began speaking, ‘’For telling Chaeryeong about Heeseung.’’

You had wished for the ground to swallow you whole many times during your lifetime. Like that one time you embarrassed yourself by showing the wrong PowerPoint while presenting something in front of your class for example; right now, however? Right now you wished for something more.

Something much more.

You wished for a black hole to appear, to suck you into oblivion, and for you to never ever return, for your entire existence to be forgotten; like you were never there in the first place. You wished for someone to wake you up, for someone to let you leave what seemed like an endless nightmare at this point; a nightmare much worse than the ones you had as a child.

‘’What?’’ Almost stumbling over your own words, your gaze immediately darted back to the girl standing in front of you. With her only smiling at you and nodding her head in response, she confirmed the fact that this was, in fact, officially your worst nightmare coming true. ‘’You totally did me a huge favor, who knows how much time I would’ve wasted on him if you never would’ve told Chaeryoung what he was really like?’’ She chuckled, her palm still placed on top of one of your shoulders.

You wanted to shake her hand off you, her touch sending shivers down your spine. You wanted to snatch her hand away, and get as far away as possible; maybe you’d move across the globe, you had thought about studying abroad, after all. Maybe this was a sign from the universe, maybe this was the universe's way of telling you to pack your things and move as soon as possible. It wasn’t the nicest way of giving you a sign, it was possibly the worst way possible, but at least it was strong enough to make you consider the option.

‘’So I just, I don’t know, wanted to thank you, I guess? Plus he can be such an asshole sometimes, right? God, he could be so selfish too! I mean, you probably know all about it since you-’’

‘’There you are.’’

As the girl’s eyes fixated on something behind you, her sentence came to an abrupt end. You didn’t even hear the voice coming from behind you, preoccupied with trying to figure out a way to get out of your current situation as fast as possible; so preoccupied that you missed the way her hand slipped off your shoulder and the now clearly distraught look on her face.

Until you felt a pair of arms sneak around your waist, that being said.

A small yelp left your lips as you felt your back hitting something behind you, your eyes immediately darting down to look at the pair of warm hands now sitting comfortably on your hips. Suddenly, you felt a face being nuzzled into the crook of your neck; your breath hitching in your throat and your eyes widening in pure panic as a familiar scent filled your nose.

‘’Been looking everywhere for you, don’t tell me you’re hiding from me now?’’

With the musky scent that had been following you ever since you could remember now filling your nose and the low voice you knew a little too well whispering against your neck, it was easy for you to identify whose hands were now firmly placed on your hips.

Lee Heeseung.

In another dimension, you were probably already far away from the strong grip holding you captive, far away from the glare coming from Yunjin who was still standing in front of you, her lips still parted; you, however, couldn’t tell if her lips were parted in surprise; or if it was in disgust. Perhaps it was a mix of both, which only made your already heavy heart sink even further down your stomach.

But no matter how much your brain was yelling at you to run away, to get as far away as possible from the musky scent filling your nose and the glares coming from the girl standing in front of you - you just couldn’t.

No, almost like your whole body had gone into shock and refused to move, you were stuck. You were stuck in an endless nightmare that only seemed to get worse as time passed and the monsters you dreamed of as a child suddenly had nothing on the strong grip Heeseung had on you; your back pressed up against his stomach and his hair tickling the back of your neck.

Not tearing your eyes off the girl, you hoped she’d notice the pure fear in your eyes; hoping that she’d hear your desperate calls for help, that she’d rip you away from the devil himself and help you escape.

But as the seconds passed, and with Heeseung no longer breathing down your neck - you realized she wasn’t going to save you.

‘’Oh,’’ Heeseung suddenly let out, ‘’I see you’ve met Yunjin!’’

Yunjin’s eyes darted between you and the boy standing behind you, her eyes just as wide as yours; you weren’t sure which one of you was more surprised, judging by the way her face went pale the second Heeseungs arms wrapped around your torso. A chuckle left Heeseung’s lips at the lack of response, inhaling through his teeth before pulling you even closer to him, making you slightly stumble.

‘’Sorry to ruin your fun girls, but I’d like to share a word with Y/N.’’

‘’I’m gonna leave,’’ Yunjin muttered under her breath the second the words left his lips, your lips parting; trying your best to tell her not to, maybe even beg her to take you with her - to tell her it wasn’t what it looked like.

But before you could utter as much as a single breath, the girl had already turned around and was already a few feet away. With your lips still parted and a dry chuckle trailing off Heeseungs lips, you realized what had just unfolded, all within a couple of seconds, all in Heeseungs favor.

Shit.

The boy behind you inhaled through his teeth once more, his hands slowly leaving your hips the second the girl had turned around and walked away; letting his hands rest down the sides of his body. ‘’Trying to befriend my ex, huh? That’s low, even for you, Y/N.’’ He let out, his warm breath fanning across your neck as he spoke.

You, however, kept your eyes glued to the spot where the girl in question had just stood a couple of seconds prior. You tried calming your racing heart, to no avail; the realization of what had just happened slowly settling in. Yunjin had just witnessed Heeseung, the boy you had caused her to break up with, wrap his arms around you; right in front of her.

One of Heeseung’s fingers pulling at the neck of your shirt snapped you out of your thoughts, a low hum escaping his lips as you quickly spun around; being met by a satisfied smirk on the taller boy’s lips.

You weren’t sure how it happened, but what you did know was that seeing the satisfied grin on his lips caused your heart to sink even further into your stomach; and somehow, you were suddenly tightly gripping onto his wrist while walking through the crowded room. You weren’t sure where you were going, nor did you know what you were doing - but one thing was for sure, you were enraged.

‘’What the actual fuck, Heeseung?’’

The cold night air caused goosebumps to form on your arms, letting the taller boys arm go as soon as you closed the front door shut. Heeseung tried regaining his balance as your hand left his wrist, your sudden action of dragging him outside catching him off guard; looking at you with wide eyes as soon as you turned around to face him.

Heeseung wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly what he was doing when he approached you, or when he embraced you, rather said. You, too, knew exactly what he was doing the second you felt his strong arms wrap around your waist. He had warned you after all, hadn’t he?

‘’Why would you ever do that?’’ You exclaimed, glaring at the taller boy in front of you; throwing both hands up in the air as you spoke. Heeseung just stared at you, before the smirk you swore you hated more than anything else at this point once again formed on his lips.

‘’That’s a cute hickey you’re trying to hide,’’ He let out, ‘’Who are you hiding it from, though? Your boyfriend?’’

His sudden statement caused your whole body to freeze. Completely disregarding your question, another question filled your thoughts - had anyone else seen the hickey you had so desperately tried covering up the whole week?

‘’What?’’ You breathed in response, not taking your eyes off the boy. He kept his eyes glued on you, almost like he was looking for any type of reaction or emotion that could give him an answer to his question, before eventually tearing his eyes off of you; a dry chuckle escaping his lips before shaking his head. ‘’Really? You’re really that shameless, Y/N?’’

His voice was dry and if it wasn’t because of the eerily quiet night air surrounding you, you probably wouldn’t have heard what he said. But you did hear what he said, and you couldn’t help but furrow your eyebrows in both confusion and surprise.

You weren’t sure where Lee Heeseung got the idea that you suddenly had a boyfriend from, considering the fact that he was the main reason as to why you hadn’t gotten one yet; all boys in high school refusing to as much as look your way after Heeseung decided to spread that one rumour about you being all over him. Maybe if Heeseung hadn’t been as popular as he was, things would’ve been different - but of course the other boys would pick the popular boy over the helpless girl, right?

At least that’s what your high school years proved to you.

So the fact that Heeseung, the reason behind you being single your whole life, or at least that’s what you’d like to think, was now telling you about a boyfriend, made no sense to you.

‘’Boyfriend?’’ You let out after a while, the confusion lingering in your voice making Heeseung chuckle once more. ‘’C’mon now, you even wore his hoodie to cover up the hickey that I left, I mean, can you be any more shameless than that?’’ Heeseung spat at you, the annoyance behind his words taking you by surprise, causing your eye to widen.

Hoodie?

Oh.

Almost choking on your own saliva as you realized who he was referring to and your jaw almost hitting the ground, you quickly shook your head; throwing your hands up in the air in defense. ‘’Sungchan? No, god, no! He’s not my boyfriend,’’ You quickly let out, still shaking your head as you spoke. Heeseung just stared at you as you tried defending yourself, clenching his jaw the more you tried explaining to him how your best friend wasn’t your boyfriend - something you, however, failed to notice.

‘’So he wouldn’t mind me doing this, would he?’’

You wondered why you felt such a strong need to defend yourself, why you felt like you owed the boy in front of you an explanation as to why Sungchan wasn’t your boyfriend but your best friend - your mind flashing back to the literature class you had attended earlier that week. You wished you hadn’t listened to whatever your professor was telling you, like you normally did during literature class, so that the thought never would’ve entered your mind - but you did listen, and with Heeseung now standing only a couple of inches away and your breath hitching in your throat, you were painfully reminded of what your professor had said.

There’s a very thin line between love and hate.

Maybe you shouldn’t have dragged Heeseung out of the house where you knew you would be alone with him, maybe you shouldn’t have told that drunk girl all about how bad Heeseung was in bed in the first place; but most importantly, maybe you shouldn’t have let your heart skip a beat when you felt Heeseung’s breath fan across your face.

You had been so busy explaining yourself to him that you failed to notice how close he had gotten, his scent now invading all your senses as he stared down at you. ‘’Would he?’’ He repeated himself through gritted teeth and only now did you notice the annoyance lingering in his voice, his eyes staring into yours.

Yes, Sungchan would probably mind this. In fact, Sungchan would probably yell at you if he could see how close Heeseung was standing to you, or even worse, if he could read your mind right now and hear the thoughts running through your head. But Sungchan wasn’t there nor could he read your mind, leaving you and Heeseung accompanied by your hitched breathing alone.

‘’No.’’

Feeling Heeseungs rough lips meet your own and his hand sneaking behind your ear, grabbing onto the side of your face made you wonder if this is why you had been suppressing the thought of what went down in his bathroom the weekend before. You wondered if the forbidden feeling of feeling his lips press against your own with such urgency is what made you shiver every time the thought ran through your mind, shiver in what you originally had thought was pure repulsion - but what you now slowly began to realize, much to your dislike, was desire; not disgust.

You wondered if the small gasp that trailed off your lips the second his lips came into contact with yours was proof of what you denied ever since you first got a taste of his lips, and the fact that you were now wrapping your own arms around his neck to pull him even closer only further proved what you feared the most.

Maybe you weren’t afraid of running into Heeseung because of him teasing you, or being painfully reminded of what his lips tasted like; no, you were afraid of running into Heeseung this whole time because of one thing and one thing only, no matter how hard you had tried denying it.

‘’I’ve wanted you ever since last time, do you know that?’’

With a shaky breath and the cold night air engulfing both of you, Heeseung unknowingly spoke the words that had just ran through your mind a few seconds prior. The thoughts you had tried so hard to reject, the fact that you wanted him just as bad.

Instead of answering his question, you opted to lock your lips with his once more; which he happily reciprocated by slipping his fingers into your hair before pulling you as close as possible to him, him tugging at your hair causing a small whimper to leave your lips. Heeseung noticed the way your lips slightly parted, which he took as an invitation to slip his tongue into your mouth - his wet muscle now moving in sync with your own.

The kiss was rough, messy, desperate even; Heeseung’s free hand grabbing onto your lower back in an attempt to pull you even closer to him, even though the space in between the of you was non-existent with your chest pressed you against his own and your arms wrapped around his neck. Amongst all the intoxication you were feeling thanks to Heeseung’s hand groping each part of your body and him feverishly kissing you, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was kissing you with such need because he had craved you just as much as you had subconsciously craved him; or if this was just another part of his plan to get back at you.

The thought, however, quickly left as fast as it came when you felt Heeseung place your bottom lip in between his teeth, his teeth sinking into your skin; another whimper leaving your lips as a result. He was quick to reattach his lips to yours, roughly moving his lips against your own once more; leaving you feeling dizzy.

You weren’t sure if the dizziness was from lack of oxygen, or if it was because of the kiss.

‘’Let’s take this somewhere else, yeah?’’ He panted as he pulled away, his glossy eyes meeting your own. You just stared at him, your lips slightly parted as you desperately tried to breathe; both because you were out of breath, but also because you couldn’t believe the sight in front of you.

The wind combined with the intense make-out session you had just shared had caused his hair to fall flat, his hair now messy and covering his forehead and you almost called him pretty in result; something you hadn’t noticed nor thought about since middle school.

Heeseung, however, was quick to snap you out of your thoughts by dipping his head in the crook of your neck, his lips coming into contact with the skin of your neck. Tilting your head to the side to give him easier access, you let out a small breath as he left wet kisses down your throat, your eyes fluttering close. ‘’I don’t know,’’ You whispered, ‘’People will see us if we go back inside.’’

The vibration of Heeseung chuckling against your throat caused your eyes to flutter open once more, being met by Heeseung looking straight at you with a small grin on his lips. Usually, his grin made your blood boil and you usually couldn’t stand the sight of him and his stupid grin; but right now? There was no other thing you’d rather see.

‘’I have my car parked down the road,’’ He let out, his eyes darting between your eyes and lips while stroking your cheek using his thumb. You just stared at him, your eyes meeting his; desperately searching for any type of sign in his eyes, a sign that would tell you to say no and tell you to go back inside, for you to push him away and pretend like this never happened in the first place.

But the sign wasn’t there, no matter how hard you tried to look for it - which led you to nodding your head in approval and for Heeseung’s fingers to intertwine with your own before dragging you down the driveway with swift steps.

Shoving one of his hands down the pockets of his jeans, he fumbled with his car keys before unlocking his car as you got further down the road; quickly opening door to the back of his car before getting in. You didn’t even have time to react before you suddenly felt him place both his hands on your hips, pulling you into the car before seating you on top of his lap; shutting the door behind you before looking at you.

You could no longer hear the loud music coming from inside the house and due to the dim lights coming from outside you could barely make out his features. With his hands gently stroking the sides of your body and thanks to the quietness of his car, you suddenly began to feel nervous.

Nervous because you were no longer in a place where you could easily get away from the situation, the situation being Heeseung; you were no longer standing outside of the party where anyone could easily walk out the door and save you from falling victim to Heeseungs tempting aura once more. No, you were now in his car, with the only noise being both yours and his heavy breathing, and most importantly - no one around to save you.

A chuckle coming from the boy placed comfortably underneath you broke the silence, ‘’Why are you getting all shy on me now?’’ He tilted his head, and even though the dim lights weren’t making it easy for you to see him; you could tell he was staring at you. You parted your lips, carefully moving around on his lap in order to make yourself somewhat comfortable with your legs on either side of his body. ‘’I don’t think this is a good idea,’’ You mumbled, low enough for Heeseung to almost miss it; making him chuckle once more before placing both his hands on your thighs.

‘’I can hear your heart beating, you know,’’ He let out before pulling you closer to him, his face only a couple of inches away from your own now, ‘’Are you scared I won’t let you cum again?’’

His sudden statement caught you by surprise, a muffled gasp leaving your lips as he once again attached his lips to your neck. Placing both your hands on his shoulder in order to somewhat ground yourself, the feeling of his tongue swiping against your skin and his lips gently sucking on the most sensitive spots causing your head to tilt to the side; a hum of approval leaving his lips as his hands traveled down to your ass.

Grabbing your clothed ass, he slowly began rocking your hips back and forth; the friction of his jeans rubbing against your clothed core causing another gasp to leave your lips as he continued kissing down your throat. ‘’I promise I’ll make you feel good this time, okay?’’ He mumbled against your neck, your eyes fluttering shut as he pressed your lower body down against his crotch. Slowly pressing kisses back up your throat and jawline, you were brought face to face with the boy once again.

Keeping your eyes on him, you kept quiet. You weren’t sure if it was because you were scared he’d leave you hanging just like last time or because you were nervous - perhaps both. ‘’Okay?’’ He repeated himself after a moment of silence, causing your lips to part. ‘’Okay.’’ You breathed after another few seconds of silence, followed by you nodding your head.

‘’Good girl.’’

Not only did the words that had just trailed off his lips cause your breath to hitch in your throat, but they also caused your core to beg for some type of attention. He was quick to slip his tongue into your mouth, keeping one hand placed on your hip while the other one crept closer to where you needed him the most; the feeling of his thumb swiping across your clothed core causing a moan to emerge from the back of your throat.

Chuckling against your lips, Heeseung felt beyond pleased with your reaction of him doing nothing but barely touching you; repeating his action just for another moan to spill past your lips. Still moving his lips against your own, he slowly used his thumb to draw circles over your clit, enjoying how you were now grabbing onto his shoulder even harder; feeling your nails beginning to dig into his skin through the shirt he was wearing.

‘’How about we take your pants off, hm?’’ He let out, pulling away just enough for your lips to still be touching. You just nodded in response, the feeling of his thumb still drawing circles over your clit making it hard for you to speak. His fingers immediately began fiddling with the zipper of your pants before moving to undo the button, helping you raise your leg for him to slip them off.

His lips met yours once again as soon as your pants hit the floor of his car, his lips desperately moving in sync with your own as he placed both hands on your now bare hips.

‘’Raise your hips a little for me,’’ He mumbled against your lips, earning a quick nod from you followed by you slightly raising your hips off his crotch; feeling his hand slip under the waistband of your underwear, the pads of his fingers coming into contact with your now aching core. A small whimper left your throat as you felt him run his finger up and down your slit, a hiss leaving his lips as he felt your arousal coat his digits. ‘’Heeseung,’’ You breathed as you pulled away from the kiss, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck; judging by how hard your nails were now digging into his skin, you were sure there would be marks decorating his skin tomorrow.

‘’Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good, I promised, didn’t I?’’ He mumbled, his fingers still running up and down your slit; earning a whimper from you. ‘’I need you now, Heeseung,’’ You mumbled against the skin of his neck, causing Heeseung to let out a dry chuckle. ‘’Look at you, begging for me, huh?’’

You were about to tell him off, to tell him to just make you cum already before you change your mind, before you suddenly felt him slip two of his digits into you at once; causing a gasp to trail off your lips in both surprise and pleasure. ‘’You should keep begging, it’s a good look on you.’’

Right, he was still Heeseung - something you had managed to forget; but who could blame you, especially when he was making you feel this good?

Not giving you the chance to reply, he curled his fingers inside of you; hitting your g-spot. A mix of both moans and a gasp left your lips as he immediately began thrusting his fingers in and out of you, the sounds of your arousal coating his fingers and your moans filling the car. Suddenly you remembered why you let him finger you in his bathroom in the first place - and why you had been enjoying it, the way his fingers were curling inside of you and hitting just the right spots making your legs feel weak.

Heeseung was sure you could feel his hard-on poking your inner thigh through his pants, not that he cared; he wanted you to feel it. He wanted you to feel how hard your moans and whimpers were making him, how hard he was trying to not fuck you right there and then; how badly he needed to feel your slick walls clenching around his cock and not his fingers.

But he knew that would have to wait, judging by how you were already squirming around in his lap - by him just fingering you.

Feeling his thumb running up your slit before eventually brushing past your clit, all while still fingering you, caused a yelp to leave your lips. A chuckle left his lips at your reaction before starting to draw circles over your clit once again, the feeling of his fingers filling you up combined with his thumb circling over your clit almost causing you to melt into his touch.

‘’Heeseung,’’ You panted, his name being the only thing you managed to get out; your words coming out muffled due to your face being buried against his neck in an attempt to stay calm; to no avail. How were you supposed to stay calm, when your orgasm was already approaching thanks to Heeseugns fingers slamming into you?

‘’Is it too much?’’ You knew he wasn’t asking because he didn’t want you to get hurt, no, he was mocking you and you knew it. Which is why you shook your head, even though it was in fact getting too much; feeling the need to remind him of the fact that you had never had anyone touch you before and the way he was fingering you and rubbing your clit at the same time was making you approach your orgasm way faster than you would’ve liked.

‘’I feel you clenching around me, you’re really gonna cum already?’’ He mumbled into your ear, speeding up his movement, the sound of his knuckles coming into contact with your sticky entrance filling the car. You just shook your head in response once again, afraid that your voice would break if you spoke. Heeseung just let out a small chuckle, pressing his thumb against your clit; the gasp and your lower body jolting against his own telling him that you were indeed close.

‘’So much for me not being able to make girls cum,’’

You didn’t even get to register the words leaving his lips before your orgasm washed over you, your eyes squeezing shut and your lips parting as the familiar warm feeling spread across your abdomen. You knew there was no point in trying to stop it, not when Heeseung was ruthlessly rubbing your clit and slamming his fingers into you; hitting your g-spot each time; loud moans shamelessly leaving your lips as the knot that had formed in your stomach snapped.

Heeseung just smirked upon feeling you clench around his digits, your cum coating his fingers as he kept pushing them in and out of you. Keeping his thumb firmly pressed against your clit, he slowly nudged it from side to side, letting you ride out your orgasm; in apology for not letting you cum last time.

With your head still buried in the crook of his neck, you panted; squirming around in order to try to escape Heeseungs touch. It was too much, having him still stimulate you even after you came; desperately trying to get away from his grip. Heeseung, however, seemed to have no plans on stopping. With his thumb still playing with your clit and his fingers now slowly pumping in and out of you instead of the previous ruthless speed he had set for himself, you grabbed onto his wrist with shaky hands.

‘’It’s too much,’’ You whimpered, causing Heeseung to smirk, unbeknownst to you. Letting his wrist go, you tried catching your breath; still feeling dizzy from the overwhelming orgasm you had just experienced when Heeseung slowly slipped his fingers out of you. ‘’Look at me.’’

Furrowing your eyebrows, you opened your eyes before slowly sitting up so you could look at him. ‘’Stick your tongue out.’’ He let out, scanning your face; admiring how fucked out you looked, with your eyes heavy and your lips parted. You, on the other hand, just stared at him dumbfounded.

Why on earth would you ever stick your tongue out?

Heeseung noticed the confusion plastered all over your face, rolling his eyes. ‘’Just do it,’’ He let out, causing you to part your lips further, letting your tongue slip past your lips. Suddenly, Heeseung brought his fingers to your lips, placing them flat against your tongue; his eyes meeting yours. ‘’Now suck.’’

Not thinking about it, you slowly wrapped your lips around his fingers; a mix of your own arousal and cum coating your tongue as you softly swirled your tongue around his fingers. Keeping your eyes on him, you watched as his lips parted and his eyes glued on the way your plump lips wrapped around his fingers; letting a low curse slip past his lips.

Slipping his fingers out of your mouth, a small smirk plastered on his lips; he gently caressed your cheek using his thumb. ‘’Good girl,’’ He let out in approval, the nickname causing your heart to skip a beat yet again, ‘’You should probably check your phone though, it’s been vibrating like crazy,’’

Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, he suddenly handed you what looked like your phone. You realized it must’ve slipped out of the pockets of your jeans when getting into the car, grabbing the phone before letting the screen light up the previously dimly lit car.

Sungchan: I left for five minutes and you’re already gone

Sungchan: Man, you could’ve at least texted me where you went

Sungchan: Hello?

Sungchan: ?????

Sungchan: Are you okay?

Sungchan: I’m kind of worried, it’s been half an hour.

Sungchan: What the fuck, Y/N?

Sungchan: Why the fuck did people see you leave with Heeseung?

Looking up at the boy sitting underneath you, a taunting smirk plastered on his pink lips; you realized one thing - something you hadn’t even thought of, yet considered.

You had managed to bring Heeseung down, but by doing so; you also paved the way for Heeseung to bring you down with him.

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GAME OVER ! ― part three

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↳ PAIRING: lee heeseung x fembodied!reader

↳ SUMMARY: since you have seemed to forgotten just how cruel heeseung could be, he decides it’s about time he remind you.

↳ WORDCOUNT: 11k

↳ WARNINGS: angst, heeseung literally being straight up cruel, both sungchan and chenle being kind of shitty friends tbh, SMUT ! MDNI .

YOU WERE NEVER TOO BIG ON SCIENCE.

Science was something you despised in high school, which is exactly why you decided not to take that one extra course in college. Looking back, maybe you should’ve joined Sungchan when he decided to take science instead of literature; you probably would’ve saved yourself a lot of unnecessary pain and agony that way.

No having to convince Chenle to take literature with you, no having to sit through hours of listening to your professor talking about how great of a work The Great Gatsby was and how it impacted the history of literature.

Instead, you probably would’ve learned more about black holes.

And most importantly, how to get swallowed by one.

You knew stars got swallowed by black holes all the time, sucking them into oblivion just for them to never be seen again; so why couldn’t one swallow you, too? Well, technically, you knew they couldn’t - you did pay a little attention in science class back in high school, after all.

But that didn’t stop you from wishing, begging even, for one to randomly appear and pull you into the dark nothingness.

Especially in moments like these, where you felt your whole world collapse around you.

‘’Sungchan?’’ Both out of breath and slightly panicking, your voice came out shakily as your best friend finally picked up the phone. After stumbling out of Heeseungs car and calling his number multiple times, each and every call going straight to voicemail - the thought of anyone, especially Sungchan, knowing what had just happened in the darkness of Heeseungs car causing a sudden feeling of distress to spread across your chest.

You wondered just how many people had seen you leaving with Heeseung, you wondered if anyone knew what had happened, but most importantly: you wondered if someone had seen you and Heeseung making out just outside the front door, making it incredibly easy for absolutely anyone to see you.

Wanting to slap yourself across the face for being so reckless, no, you wanted to slap Heeseung across the face for being so reckless. He knew exactly what he was doing, you thought, there was no way he didn’t. He knew you’d kiss him back, he knew you’d let him do whatever he wanted with you; even if it meant he had to do it in front of every person you knew.

Including your two best friends, who both thought you loathed Lee Heeseung more than anything else.

No, you did loath Lee Heeseung more than anything else. And that’s probably why you let him finger you in the back of his car, right?

‘’Where are you?’’ Sungchans sharp voice echoing through your ears caused you to let go of a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, nibbling on your bottom lip. How were you supposed to explain your current situation to him, if he didn’t already know, which he most likely did? The almost bitter tone lingering behind how words indicated that he did, in fact, know.

And the thought almost made your stomach turn inside out.

‘’I’m outside, but I can explain, I promi-’’

‘’Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he? I swear to God Y/N, I’ll kill him,’’

Wait.

You could now clearly hear the concern lingering behind his words as he spoke, something you had managed to miss while internally panicking, his words causing you to frown.

Maybe he didn’t know, and you prayed you were right.

‘’What? No, I’m okay, he didn’t hurt me,’’ You let out, hoping he couldn't hear the distress in your voice. And to your surprise, he didn’t seem to notice it as a small sigh left his lips; the sound of him opening a door echoing through the speakers of your phone. ‘’Fuck Y/N, I was so worried,’’ He mumbled, the bitter tone that had lingered behind his words now nowhere to be found; worry taking its place. ‘’Where exactly are you? I’ll come to you.’’

Turning around to look at the car parked right behind you, you once again found yourself nibbling on your bottom lip. ‘’I’m just down the street, I’ll meet you at the door, alright?’’ You prayed he’d agree to your request, your eyes still glued to the parked car; the car in which Heeseung was still sitting.

A short silence followed, causing you to grow slightly anxious again as your best friend remained silent. ‘’Alright.’’

With shaky hands, you ended the call and took a deep breath. Tearing your eyes off the car, you quickly started walking down the road leading back to the party; deciding it was for the best to not look back, nor did you feel like telling Heeseung you were leaving.

Not that it mattered to him, anyway.

‘’You go ahead, I’ll catch up with you later,’’’

Giving your friend a small nod in an attempt to encourage him to leave the now almost empty classroom, you let your fingers ghost over the keyboard of your laptop. Sungchan, however, just frowned upon hearing your words; raising both his eyebrows as he slung his backpack over his shoulder. ‘’You’re not eating?’’

You just hummed in response, a small sigh falling off the tip of your tongue as your eyes darted back to the computer. ‘’I don’t have time, I have to finish this before noon or my literature professor will be pissed,’’ You mumbled, keeping your eyes on the screen of your computer as you spoke.

Sungchan stared at you for a minute, observing you as you bit down on your lower lip and furrowed your eyebrows while reading the article you had pulled up. You almost began to think he had left, when your laptop was suddenly slammed shut; your eyes landing on Sungchan’s finger, which had just been used to close the computer in front of you.

‘’Well, tell your professor that eating is kind of necessary to survive,’’ Your gaze landed on the boy now standing in front of you, his finger still keeping the laptop shut as you rolled your eyes; grabbing onto his hand before shoving it away. ‘’And I’m telling you I can just eat later.’’ You let out, squinting your eyes at him as you opened the laptop back up, earning an eye roll from your best friend.

‘’You never said that.’’

‘’I just did.’’

‘’You can be so stubborn sometimes, you know that right?’’ Sungchan muttered, shaking his head as he watched you return to reading the article you had just been reading. ‘’Yeah, whatever, now go and eat,’’ You mumbled back, keeping your eyes on your computer screen while waving your hand; signaling for him to go enjoy his lunch.

Accepting his defeat, Sungchan let out a low sigh before fixing his backpack, already on his way out. ‘’I’ll get you something, alright?’’ He let out right when he was about to walk through the door, looking back at you one last time.

Giving him a thumbs up, still keeping your eyes on the computer, you mumbled a ‘thank you’ - which you weren’t even sure if he heard, before he eventually left.

And like that, you were left alone.

A sigh escaped your lips as you placed your elbows on the table in front of you, letting your forehead rest in the palms of your hands as you stared down at the keyboard in front of you. Three days had passed since you allowed Heeseung to finger you in his car, three days since you had managed to convince Sungchan nothing happened between the two of you.

Three days since you lied to your best friend, rather said.

Sungchan had been visibly upset when you walked up the driveway, his back leaning against the side of the house until he eventually spotted your figure coming towards him; practically tunning towards you before grabbing onto every part of your body, making sure you weren’t hurt.

He checked your arms, his fingertips grabbing onto your jaw to make sure you weren’t hurt there and he even asked you to show your legs to him; just so he could make sure he hadn’t hurt you there, too. Of course, he didn’t find any signs of you getting hurt - because you hadn’t.

That part wasn’t a lie, you thought.

The part that came after, though? A completely different story.

With Sungchan glaring at you, waiting for an explanation as to why you were with Lee Heeseung alone; you began rambling about Heeseung pissing you off, which wasn’t technically a lie, he had pissed you off and that’s why you stormed away with him in the first place. You told him you had just dragged him out of there to tell him off, to stand up for yourself, anything; anything that made it sound like you hadn’t let Heeseung kiss you right where the two of you were standing.

You didn’t want to lie to your friend, but you also felt like you had no choice. You knew you couldn’t tell him what had really happened, not right there and then; not when he had just told you he’d kill him if he as much as laid a finger on you.

You guessed that was when you realized you had to lie, when you realized how much Sungchan actually loathed Lee Heeseung. And at that point, you also realized Sungchan might’ve hated Lee Heeseung more than you did.

A part of you wished your best friend wouldn’t have believed your stupid lie, that he’d call you out and tell you he knew; that he knew about the night at Chenle’s birthday party, that he knew about the kiss and that he knew that Heeseung had just fingered you in his car - you just wished he knew.

Because if Sungchan wouldn’t have believed you, it would never happen again. You would never end up with Heeseung’s lips against your own ever again, you would never doubt your hatred for Heeseung ever again - you and Heeseung would never happen again.

But sadly, Sungchan did believe your stupid lie. And what was even sadder, was when you realized it was most likely going to happen again.

‘’You know, it’s kind of rude to just run off like that.’’

A yelp left your lips as a voice suddenly filled your ears, causing your head to snap in the direction the voice was coming from; your whole body flinching in surprise. A low sigh left your lips as your eyes met a pair of familiar ones, a pair that you had grown a little too familiar with.

Heeseung.

‘’I’m not doing this,’’ You mumbled, your eyes darting back to your laptop before slamming it shut, just like Sungchan had done a few minutes prior and you couldn’t help but wish you had agreed to come with him. A chuckle was heard coming from beside you as you began packing your things, rushing to get them into your bag; not wanting to stay in the same room as Lee Heeseung for another minute.

‘’What’s the rush? Your boyfriend left a while ago, don’t worry, I made sure he left before I came here.’’ You just remained silent, not even acknowledging the words that had just left his lips, keeping your eyes on your bag as you began to fiddle with the zipper; trying to leave the room as fast as you could.

You weren’t doing this, not today.

Heeseung, however, seemed to have different plans. As you finally managed to zip the bag shut, you quickly grabbed onto the strap before walking around the table you had just been sitting by; heading straight for the door without even looking Heeseungs way.

Perhaps you should’ve known it wouldn’t be that easy getting away from him, it was Lee Heeseung, after all.

Feeling his cold hand grab onto your wrist, your steps came to an abrupt stop as he prevented you from walking away. ‘’You’re not even going to say sorry?’’ You inhaled through your nose, trying your best to calm yourself down before spinning around; now facing the boy who was still holding onto your wrist.

‘’Say sorry for what, Heeseung?’’ You glared at him, your eyes traveling down to his lips, a small smirk forming on them. ‘’Someone is in a bad mood,’’ He chuckled, his fingers slipping away from your wrist and his arm falling down his side once more. You just continued glaring at him, the feeling of his fingers on your skin leaving an almost eerie feeling to spread across your chest.

He just stared back at you, his gaze traveling up and down your body; making you feel exposed, naked even, as a chuckle left his throat. ‘’I was just coming here so you could apologize.’’ Keeping your eyes glued on him, you blinked. ‘’Apologize for what?’’

Heeseung could hear the annoyance lingering in your voice and you wondered if that’s what he wanted. You wondered if he came here to rile you up, to make you panic - to make you almost look at the door to make sure no one could see you standing there with him, alone. Shaking his head, a grin still on his lips, he looked down at his shoes before eventually taking a step towards you.

Your whole body froze as he looked back up, realizing how close he now was. You felt the need to take a step backward, to run out of there; anything, anything from preventing this from happening.

But you never did.

No, instead you remained standing in the exact same spot as Heeseung brought his hand to your face, his fingertips ghosting over the skin of your cheek. ‘’For leaving me like that,’’ He mumbled, his eyes watching as he put a strand of hair that had fallen in front of your face behind your hair. You just kept your eyes on him, your breath hitching in your throat as his fingertips ghosted against the side of your neck.

‘’I know you hate me, but damn,’’ He lowly chuckled, letting his hand gently cup the side of your face, ‘’Leaving me, without a single word, after I made you cum on my fingers? I think I deserve an apology for that.’’

Oh no.

This wasn’t about to happen.

‘’Heeseung,’’ You almost whined, your voice coming out hoarse as you spoke, ‘’Not here.’’ A chuckle left Heeseung’s throat, his thumb gently stroking your cheek as he tilted his head. ‘’Why? Are you scared someone will see us?’’ He cooed, his eyes low as he stared at you; your lips parting, he was right.

You had fought for your life trying to convince Sungchan nothing had happened between you and Heeseung, that he had just pissed you off and you just went to tell him off; the last thing you needed was for someone to see this, Heeseung cornering you in an empty classroom.

Heeseung clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth as you remained silent. ‘’Tell me,’’ He let out, leaning closer to you; his eyes darting down to your lips, causing your own eyes to mimic his as your eyes landed on his lips. ‘’Would that really be so bad?’’

His words caused you to look up at him once more, your lips still slightly parted; this time in surprise. ‘’What?’’ You breathed, his thumb still gently stroking your cheek and thanks to how close he was, you could feel his chest press against your own every time he took a breath. A grin formed on his lips, tilting his head so he could look at you properly.

‘’Someone catching us, would that really be so bad?’’ He let out, his voice low and you could easily hear the mocking lingering behind his words. The sudden question took you by surprise, every word leaving your throat coming out in a stutter; causing Heeseung to chuckle at your desperate attempt to defend yourself. ‘’I don’t think it’d be so bad, Y/N,’’

His other hand suddenly snaked under your shirt, lightly caressing your side causing a whimper to trail off your lips; your eyes immediately darting down to look, watch even, as his fingertips ghosted over your now slightly exposed skin. Sucking air through his teeth, he let his fingertips dance across your skin; allowing them to come into contact with the hem of your bra.

‘’Wouldn’t it be a good thing? To put an end to the rumors going around about you,’’ His breath fanning across your cheek took you by surprise, too hypnotized by the feeling of his rough fingers ghosting over your skin to notice that he had leaned even closer to you; his lips almost grazing against your ear as he spoke. ‘’Or maybe letting everyone see how easy you fold for me,’’

You felt your breath hitch in your throat as his fingertips suddenly slipped under the elastic band holding your bra in place, another low whimper leaving your throat at the feeling of his cold fingers coming into contact with your flesh.

He was right. You folded for him, again and again, and almost too easily - but there was something about his lanky fingers caressing your skin and his mouth spitting such foul words at you that you just couldn’t withstand; not when you could feel his hot breath against the skin of your neck and his chest practically pressing up against your own. ‘’Heeseung,’’ You whimpered once more, this time as a warning.

The warning, however, just made Heeseung chuckle as you tilted your head slightly to the side; your whole neck on display for him, begging for his lips to decorate the sensitive skin. ‘’You want everyone to know, don’t you?’’ He murmured, letting his lips ghost over your neck as his hand only traveled closer to your breasts. You quickly shook your head no, your eyes fluttering close at the feeling of his lips finally coming into contact with your now burning skin.

‘’Of course you do,’’ He hissed, pressing a soft kiss right below your ear; your lips parting as his hand finally cupped one of your breasts, a moan ripping through your chest. Heeseung, however, was quick to rip you out of your trance - his hand slipping out of your shirt, the loss of contact causing a whine to leave your lips as your eyes fluttered open again; only to be met by him already looking at you with a small smirk on his lips

‘’Unfortunately, you haven’t been very nice, have you?’’ He let out, his head once again tilted. You just stared at him with wide eyes, what did you expect? Did you honestly expect Heeseung, the man who had spent his whole life teasing you, to make an exception, right here, right now? Of course, he wasn’t.

Another chuckle left his lips at the sight of you, both confusion and desperation written all over your face; the palm of his hand grabbing onto your cheeks once more. ‘’But maybe,’’ He let out, watching his own thumb stroke your cheek before swiping it across your bottom lip, ‘’If you be a good girl and meet me by the bleachers, I’ll forgive you, hm?’’

Letting his thumb rest against your bottom lip, his gaze met yours once more; both his eyebrows raised as he waited for you to respond.

You just stared back at him with wide eyes, his thumb gently tugging your lip downwards; there was no way you’d sneak around with Lee Heeseung, no, not like this. And especially not behind the bleachers.

With your back pressed against the cold metal of the bleachers by the football field, just outside the school where all your friends currently were, low whimpers left your lips as Heeseung’s lips gently sucked on the skin right below your ear. ‘’Please, no marks,’’ You whimpered, your arms sneaking around his neck. Heeseung just rolled his eyes upon hearing your words, moving away from the spot he was just nibbling on. ‘’You’re so demanding for someone who practically begged me to fuck her.’’

You really wished Sungchan would’ve seen right through your lie.

You were about to protest as he swiped his tongue against your skin, his teeth lightly nibbling on the skin causing another whine to emerge from the back of your throat. ‘’I didn’t,’’ You gasped as one of his hands found its way into your hair; gently tugging it to the side, giving him easier access to press rough kisses down your neck. ‘’Say you could fuck me.’’

The chuckle that left Heeseung’s throat caused you to whimper, the vibrations only adding to the pleasure of his lips assaulting your neck. ‘’And I never said I’d fuck you, either.’’ He mumbled against your skin, his lanky fingers suddenly wrapping around your wrist; a loud gasp leaving your lips as he placed the palm of your hand against his crotch.

More specifically, the bulge that had begun to grow underneath the fabric of his jeans.

The two times you had been intimate with Heeseung, he had been the one to please you. Well, if you could call the first time pleasing you, that being said, as he left you hanging; he did however make up for it the second time, though, you thought.

But the fact still remained, never had you been the one to please him.

Even though you had most definitely felt his hard-on poke your inner thigh as he fingered you with you on his lap, and maybe if you hadn’t left him all alone in the darkness of his car to wonder where you went that night; maybe you would’ve had the chance to please him, too.

But you didn’t, and a part of you didn’t want to - both because he didn’t exactly deserve it, but also because you had no idea how to.

You had no idea whatsoever how to please someone else.

Your girlfriends had talked about pleasing other guys multiple times, talking about how their boyfriends liked it and practically exposing their boyfriends for the whole world to hear; to which you mostly just rolled your eyes, zoning out as you had no interest in knowing how they sucked their boyfriends dicks or how they jerked them off.

You also remember that one time Chenle bragged about the best head he had ever received in the bathroom of some party he attended, going into detail about how amazing it was and even going into detail about how she did it; and if it hadn’t been for Sungchan telling him to cut it out because neither of you wanted to hear about him getting his dick wet, he probably would’ve given every detail there was to give.

Maybe you should’ve listened to your girlfriends gossiping about their boyfriends and perhaps you should’ve let Chenle go into detail about the greatest head he had ever received, because then you probably wouldn’t have been so clueless as to what to do when Heeseung pressed the palm of your hand against the bulge in his pants.

Heeseung groaned against your neck as he applied some pressure, his fingers gripping onto your wrist even harder. Pressing one last kiss right below your ear, he looked up at you; a small chuckle leaving his lips as he spotted the confused look on your face. ‘’What’s that face for, hm? Is it because I said I won’t fuck you?’’ He let out, your palm still pressed against the bulge in his pants and his finger still tangled into your hair.

You just stared at him for a moment, slightly out of breath from the makeout session you had shared a few minutes prior and you realized Heeseung probably didn’t even know that you were a virgin.

‘’Fuck you, I never even said I wanted you to fuck me,’’ You breathed, trying your best to not let it show how flustered you were by just feeling his cock outside of his pants, the thought of actually feeling it causing your heart to race. You just prayed he couldn’t hear it, your heart almost beating out of your chest.

But of course, he did hear it - and the smirk on his lips proved you right. Licking his lips, he scanned your face. ‘’Good,’’ He let out, letting the hand that he had wrapped around your waist fall to his side, ‘’Because I have fucking zero plans on pleasing you today.’’

A yelp left your lips as you felt your knees hit the grass underneath you, his grip around your hair tightening as he forced you to look up at him. A small smirk formed on his lips as his eyes landed on your face, your eyes wide and lips parted; the smirk slowly being replaced by a pout. ‘’You thought I’d let you feel good, after just leaving me like that?’’ He cooed, his grip on your hair loosening once again as he spoke, his fingers slipping out of your hair. ‘’I don’t think so.’’ He continued, using the palm of his head to stroke the top of your head.

You just stared at him, not being able to do anything else. Your heart was on the verge of bursting out of your chest, your underwear sticking to your core as drops of arousal slipped out as a result of his harsh words. You know you shouldn’t be getting turned on by this, you know you shouldn’t be getting wet at the thought of Heeseung being so mean to you; yet the wet patch that had begun to form in your underwear only continued to grow.

Heeseung, however, just stared back at you; slowly growing confused. Weren’t you getting the hint? Or were you just trying to get on his nerves? ‘’Looking at me like that isn’t going to change anything, you know that, right?’’ He let out through gritted teeth, causing you to place your bottom lip in between your teeth; looking down at your lap to avoid embarrassing yourself.

Oh god.

He had no idea.

‘’It’s not that,’’ You mumbled and Heeseung almost couldn’t make out what you were saying. ‘’What?’’ He let out, furrowing his eyebrows as his hand slipped away from your head, falling down his side. You just nodded, your eyes still glued to your lap; curses running through your mind as you squeezed your eyes shut; if you hadn’t embarrassed yourself around Heeseung enough, you sure were about to.

‘’I just, haven’t, you know,’’ You began, your words coming out mumbled as you tried to find the right words; the words that wouldn’t make you sound stupid. Heeseung just stared at you, still feeling confused; until it hit him.

You had never given anyone head before.

His lips parted as the realization set in, his gaze softening; not that you could see it, as your eyes were still squeezed shut and glued to your lap. ‘’You’ve never given anyone head before?’’ He let out, causing you to bite down on your lower lip once more; fighting the urge to let a curse slip past your lips. Instead, you just slowly nodded your head - preparing yourself for him to burst out laughing.

The laughter, however, never came.

Instead, silence followed. You weren’t sure which one you would’ve preferred, him making fun of you or him benign completely quiet; both seemed equally as bad, especially when you were on your knees in front of him.

That was until you suddenly heard him moving, and you were just about to open your eyes when you felt him place one of his fingers underneath your chin; tilting your head upwards. Your eyes fluttered open, only to be met by his squatting figure; a small smirk lingering on his lips. ‘’Well, in that case,’’ He spoke, his eyes scanning your now flustered face, ‘’How about I teach you?’’

You just stared at him for a minute, feeling both confused and embarrassed. Why was he not laughing, like you know he’d normally do whenever you embarrassed yourself in front of him? You slowly nodded your head, his finger still under your chin; his eyes scanning your face once more and you wondered why he was suddenly being so careful.

Nodding his head back at you, he grabbed onto your hands before standing back up, your eyes following his movements. ‘’Take my pants off.’’ He let out, keeping his eyes on you as he placed both your hands by his crotch once more. This time, however, you just nodded your head before letting your fingertips come into contact with the zipper decorating his crotch.

The feeling of your fingertips grazing over his bulge almost caused goosebumps to form down Heesueng’s arms, the sight in front of him causing his cock to slightly twitch in his jeans. A small sigh left his lips as you finally undid the button of his pants and pulled the zipper down, letting his cock somewhat leave the restraint of his pants before pulling them down to his knees.

You almost gulped as your eyes landed on the now very obvious bulge that had formed in his underwear, letting your fingertips trace the outline of his cock; a low groan leaving Heeseung’s lips at the sensation. Your eyes darted up to look at him, slightly scared you might’ve done something wrong; but the sight in front of you proved you the opposite.

With his eyes low and his head slightly tilted to the side, he watched as you placed your hand on top of his bulge, slowly letting the palm glide against the fabric. Heeseung just let out a breath at the feeling, fighting the urge to just pull his underwear down right there and then and feel your warm mouth around him. ‘’Now take my underwear off.’’ He breathed, causing you to slowly nod once again; letting your fingers travel towards the waistband of his boxers before hooking one of your fingers underneath it.

This wasn’t the first time Heeseung had received head behind those very same bleachers, the football field remote enough for people to never walk by which made it the best spot in the entire school to sneak around. Behind the tall metal bleachers, he knew he’d never be discovered; mentally thanking Chenle for showing him this spot in the first place.

But even though it wasn’t his first time getting his dick wet behind those bleachers, this time felt different. Much, much different.

A hiss left Heeseungs lips as his now almost fully hard cock sprung free as you finally managed to pull his boxers down, followed by a gasp leaving your lips. With your thighs now rubbing together in an attempt to somewhat relieve the aching coming from between your legs, you let your fingers wander back to his cock; slowly wrapping them around his grith, looking up at him for reassurance.

Heeseung almost forgot he was supposed to teach you, as this was your first time; biting down on his lower lip as your big eyes met his and your fingers wrapped around his cock. Remembering you were expecting him to guide you through it, he nodded, wrapping his own hand around your own. ‘’Just like that,’’ He let out, slowly guiding your hand up and down his length, his cock feeling heavy in your palm. You let your eyes dart back down, watching as he guided your hand back and forth; nodding your head.

His hand eventually slipped off your own, finding its way into your hair as a low grunt left his throat as you continued stroking his length; his eyes fluttering shut. ‘’It’s not like it’s going to fall off if you go a little harder, you know,’’ He mumbled, missing the way you rolled your eyes at him. ‘’Shut up or I’ll literally make it fall off.’

Heeseung was about to come up with a snarky reply, when you suddenly began to go faster; and harder, just like he had said. A broken groan left his lips, letting his head hit the metal pole holding the bleacher up behind him; forgetting all about the snarky reply that almost trailed off the tip of his tongue as a wave of pleasure washed over him. A small smile formed on your lips at his reaction, a feeling of accomplishment washing over you, slowly replacing the feeling of nervousness.

‘’Fuck,’’ He grunted, his eyes fluttering open once more as his gaze once more landed on you; his fingers lightly tugging at your hair in an attempt to tell you he was enjoying it. ‘’Now spit on it.’’ His words caused you to slow down, your lips parting as you looked up at him; confusion written all over your face. ‘’What?’’ You let out, causing Heeseung to nod. ‘’You heard me, spit on it.’’

Staring at him for a moment, you slowly looked back at his now fully erect cock; wrapping your fingers around the base as you sat up on your knees, now eye level with his cock. Leaning forwards, you let a glop of spit leave your tongue; dropping right onto the tip - Heeseung’s grip around your hair tightening as you watched your own spit run down the sides of his cock.

Through gritted teeth, a hiss left Heeseung’s throat as he felt you go back to stroking his cock; having to hold back from fucking himself into your fist. ‘’That’s good,’’ He mumbled, throwing his head back once again; if he continued watching you he’d cum right there and then by just looking at your hand wrapped around his cock, he was sure of it. And he didn’t want this moment to end, not just yet.

Nodding in response, you tried speeding up your movements; your eyes darting back up to look at the boy standing above you, the sight in front of you causing your hole to clench around nothing. With his head thrown back and his adam’s apple on full display, you held back a moan of your own; deciding you wanted to see more of this side of him.

Leaning forward once again, you experimentally pressed a soft kiss against the tip of his cock; the feeling causing a broken groan to rip through his chest, his eyes landing on you once again and he wished he hadn’t looked, because what he saw almost caused a whimper to leave his lips.

With your eyes staring right back at him through your lashes and your lips pressed against his tip, all while your hand was still stroking his cock; he pressed his lips into a thin line; grabbing onto your hair even harder and slowly guiding your mouth onto him.

Parting your lips, you let his cock slowly slide into your mouth; your hand no longer stroking his cock and your lips wrapping around his tip, watching as his lips parted at the sensation. ‘’Keep going,’’ He breathed, watching as you went back to stroking his length and slowly letting his cock fill your mouth up. Another hiss left his lips as he felt you swipe your tongue against the underside of his now throbbing cock, resting his head against the metal pole behind him once more.

His grip around your hair softened as you began bobbing your head up and down, your fist still pumping whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth up and down; remaining eye contact with him as you rubbed your thighs together.

Not once had you thought you’d end up giving head for the first time behind some bleachers, nor did you think it would be Heeseung’s cock you’d be sucking; but there you were, with your knees rubbing against the grass and Heeseung’s groans echoing through your ears.

‘’Fuck, Y/N,’’ He breathed, his other hand finding its way through your hair as well; pulling some of the pieces of hair that had fallen in front of your face behind your ears before letting it join his other hand at the back of your head. Still bobbing your head up and down, you hummed against his cock; placing one of your hands on top of his thighs in order to support yourself.

Panting was heard coming from above you, your eyes darting between him and his cock; feeling his thighs clench under your touch. ‘’Just keep going, just like that,’’ He mumbled, his words coming out slurred as he slowly began helping you bob your head up and down faster, using the hands he had placed on the back of your head.

You choose to ignore the tears forming in the corners of your eyes as he thrusted his cock further down your throat, resting your hand at the base of his cock as you let your mouth do all the work. Swiping your tongue against the underside of his cock once more, you looked up at him; your eyes meeting his.

Heeseung let out a curse as his eyes landed on you, your big, now glossy eyes staring right back at him. The sight in front of him caused his cock to twitch inside the warmth of your mouth, spit forming in the corners of your mouth as he guided your head up and down; his bottom lip placed in between his teeth as he felt his orgasm approaching.

‘’I’m gonna cum,’’ He mumbled in an attempt to warn you, low grunts ripping through his chest as he kept guiding your head back and forth. You only nodded in encouragement, letting your tongue rest against the underside of his cock as he fucked into your mouth; his hands gripping onto your hair even harder.

The feeling of your nails digging into his thighs sent him over the edge, his white seed spilling down your throat as one loud, final groan ripped through his chest; followed by a trail of low whimpers as his hips twitched, his cock sliding even further down your throat.

Trying your hardest not to gag around his length, you relaxed, your nails digging deeper into his skin as you looked up at him; admiring how he looked with his eyes squeezed shut and the veins now prominent on his neck.

Stilling his hips, he opened his eyes; slowly letting his hands leave your hair as he heavily panted. You just stared up at him, slowly pulling your mouth off his now almost soft cock with a pop; causing his lips to part. Ignoring the dryness in your throat, accompanied by a slight pain, you wiped your mouth using the back of your hand; silence engulfing the two fo you.

‘’You did good,’’ His sudden words broke the silence, causing you to look back up at him as you felt him place the palm of his hand against your cheek. ‘’Never thought you’d be so good at giving head.’’ His words almost made you chuckle as his thumb stroked your cheek, using his other one to pull his underwear back up, followed by his jeans.

Offering you his other hand, he helped you stand up properly; wrapping an arm around your shoulders as your legs almost gave out on you, feeling wobbly from being on your knees for so long. Another silence fell upon the two of you, and you found yourself frowning.

Not once had you felt awkward around Lee Heeseung. Annoyed, sure, pissed off, absolutely; but awkward? Never.

Well, until today, that being said.

‘’It’s okay,’’ You mumbled under your breath, lightly shaking his arm off of you; using your hands in an attempt to dust off the dirt that had almost embroidered itself into the fabric of your pants. Heeseung stared at you for a moment and he, too, wondered why it suddenly felt almost awkward to be around you.

Letting his arm fall back down his side, he decided it’d be for the best to just leave you be even though he felt the urge to make sure you were doing okay; if it was for his own best or yours, he wasn’t sure. A part of him wanted to believe it had nothing to do with you, it was just him being a decent human being, right?

Right, it had absolutely nothing to do with you. He couldn't care less about you, a frown forming on his face and he found himself thanking whatever higher being there was that you weren’t looking at him; because if you had, you would’ve most definitely noticed the uncertainty that had begun to form inside his chest. ‘’You can leave, you know?’’

Your words came out mumbled and low, but clear enough for Heeseung to make out what you were saying and pick up on the almost harsh tone behind your words; snapping him out of his trance as he realized he had been staring at you. Blinking, your eyes met his and you wondered if Heeseung had ever looked at you like that before.

You frowned, ‘’We’re done, aren’t we?’’

Heeseung just stared at you for a moment before giving you a small nod, leaving you to furrow your eyebrows together; your lips parting as you were about to ask him why he was looking at you like that, almost like you had managed to offend him in some way - before he tore his eyes off you and walked away.

And there you were, left standing behind the bleachers all on your own; your throat slightly aching as the feeling of Heeseung’s fingertips ghosting over your skin lingered, accompanied by the unfamiliar look in his eyes that had burned into your mind.

Lee Heeseung confused you.

Running his fingers through his hair, a low sigh escaped Heeseung’s lips as he made his way down the hallway; trying his hardest to ignore the sudden burdensome feeling that had spread across his chest.

‘’No fucking way,’’ A voice spoke up from behind him, ‘’Who was it?’’ Heeseung immediately recognized the voice, his steps coming to a halt as he turned around; his eyes landing on his shorter friend.

He had heard someone almost running after him, after all.

‘’Chenle,’’ He let out, immediately catching onto the curious look in his friend's wide eyes; a small frown forming on his lips as Chenle let out a laugh, placing his hand on the taller boy’s shoulder. ‘’I told you, that place is fucking amazing, right? Now who was it, Yunjin?’’

Heeseung placed his bottom lip in between his teeth, staring at his friend; his eyes wide and a small smirk plastered on his lips, and Heeseung realized he had fucked up.

He had fucked up badly.

‘’I have no idea what you’re talking about.’’

A groan emerged from the back of Chenle’s throat as Heeseung attempted to walk past him, the grip he had on his friend’s shoulder hardening in an attempt to stop him from leaving. ‘’C’mon man, I literally saw you leaving from across the parking lot,’’

With his eyes fluttering shut and inhaling through his nose, Heeseung realized the spot wasn’t as good as he originally thought - otherwise he wouldn’t be here, with Chenle grabbing onto his shoulder and staring at him with big eyes; filled with anticipation as he waited for his friend to tell him what had gone down behind the bleachers.

Or with who, more specifically.

Letting a sigh escape his lips, Heeseung opened his eyes to look at his friend - when a thought suddenly hit him.

Parting his lips, he realized there was one thing he could still do to somewhat fight back the thoughts that were currently clouding his mind.

It was only fair, right? With a heavy feeling still lingering in his chest, a small smirk formed on his lips; placing his tongue in between his teeth. It wasn’t fair that he was the only one carrying this heavy feeling around, he thought, right? It was only fair that he did what he was about to do - at least according to Heeseung, and the urge to get rid of whatever the feeling that was only spreading further and further, threatening to swallow him whole any second.

If he was going down, you were going down with him.

‘’Alright,’’ Placing his own hand on his friend’s shoulder, causing his shorter friend’s eyes to widen even more in anticipation, ‘’You really wanna know?’’

A strange, almost surreal feeling had settled deep into your chest.

Maybe it was the fact that almost a whole week had passed since your knees hit the grass behind the football field and Heeseung had yet to utter a single word to you, or maybe it was the fact that Chenle had been awfully distant - you weren’t too sure, but something had caused a bizarre feeling to plant its roots deep within your chest; tugging at your heart every now and then.

Perhaps it was all Heeseung’s fault, as most things were; Heeseung had always been the root of most of your problems after all, especially after that one night.

Chenle’s birthday party, the first night you allowed yourself to get sucked into the world of Lee Heeseung, the world you had feared ever since his laugh had echoed through the hallways of your middle school; it was kind of ironic, you thought, how things had changed - yet everything remained the same.

You still loathed Heeseung, the hatred for the boy running deep within your veins and just the mere sight of him made you want to curl into a ball and never look him in the eyes ever again. Your hatred for the boy remained the same, just like it had formed years back, it still haunted you to the point where nothing but repulsion spread across your chest every time you caught a glimpse of him.

Until one day, it didn’t.

At least not in the same way it had once used to, and even though the repulsion and hatred still lingered; it was now clear to you that something had shifted.

So with a heavy feeling of uncertainty and confusion, you were left with nothing but your own thoughts and the memory of Heeseung’s touch, his rough fingertips digging into your skin and his tongue dancing with your own - you realized that Heeseung was, indeed, the root of most of the problems that occurred in your life.

For once, you thanked Heeseung for once again making your life difficult, as Friday night rolled around and you had the perfect excuse not to attend Chenle’s weekly parties. This time, however, it wasn’t Chenle who wanted you there; it was Sungchan who had begged you over the phone to show up, that he wouldn’t survive without you being there; to which you only replied that he shouldn’t go if he felt that way, because you weren’t going to show up.

You should’ve known that life always seems to have different plans for you, though. Especially when the clock hit midnight and Sungchan’s contact info had taken up the screen of your screen multiple times within the span of two minutes, and you realized that perhaps you shouldn’t have thanked Heeseung - because at the end of the day, he never failed to ruin your life in one way or another.

You had yet to know just how and what he had done this time around, and something was telling you you were about to find out.

‘’Please Y/N,’’ Sungchans pleading from the other side of the phone was starting to get on your nerves, a low groan leaving the back of your throat as you rubbed your eyes. ‘’I’ll do anything, just please come pick me up,’’ Your best friend’s begging, muffled by the sound of loud music and people yelling in the background left a sour taste in your mouth. You truly weren’t planning on going.

‘’Well,’’ You let out with a sigh as you kicked your feet off the side of your bed, ‘’I told you not to go in the first place.’’ Sungchan just sighed at your remark and even though you couldn’t even see him, you knew he was rubbing his forehead in annoyance. ‘’Dude,’’ He let out, ‘’Just come pick me up.’’ You shut your eyes, deciding that maybe you owed it to him; he had been there for you more times than you could count, and maybe picking him up from a party he desperately wanted to get away from was the last you could do.

‘’Fuck you for ruining my Friday night,’’ You groaned as your feet hit the floor by your bed, running your fingertips through your hair as you spoke. A small chuckle was heard coming from the other side of the phone. ‘’We’ll go get some snacks and hang out instead, okay? I’ll treat you to it, consider it a token of my gratitude.’’

His words caused a small smile to form on your lips and you realized that maybe you just had to spend some time with your best friend in order to oppress the heavy feeling that had settled inside of your chest.

Chenle had always been a terrible drunk, something you had first realized the first time he got drunk and he cried in your arms; leaving you and Sungchan to take care of him. Now, years later, it seemed like nothing had changed; despite his position as a declared fratboy.

Especially as you walked down the road leading to the party, spotting Chenle hanging off Sungchans arms as you got closer; and you suddenly felt thankful that you decided to stay home, knowing you’d be in Sungchans position if you would’ve caved in and listened to Sungchan’s pleading for you to go with him.

‘’Gosh, how much has he had to drink?’’ You mumbled as you got closer, Sungchans head snapping in your direction as your voice echoed through the empty stress; almost blending together with the loud music coming from the house a few feet away. Sungchan let a sigh mixed with a chuckle as he desperately tried to hold onto the boy hanging off his arms, ‘’Enough to be blabbering about random shit.’’

A chuckle trailed off your own lips as you scanned the boy, his head low and trying his best to stand upright, failing miserably to do so, and if it wasn’t because of the grip Sungchan had on his arms; he most likely would’ve hit the ground a long time ago.

Your sudden presence, however, seemed to catch the drunk boy’s attention; his gaze shifting from the ground to look at you, and you almost frowned as his eyes widened in what could only be described as pure shock. ‘’There she is!’’ He exclaimed, raising his hand to point at you; causing you to raise one of your eyebrows. ‘’You missed me that much?’’ You playfully let out, tilting your head as a small smile decorated your lips.

The dry chuckle that left Chenle’s throat took you by surprise, his gaze landing on the ground below him once more. ‘’No,’’ He dryly let out, ‘’Why the fuck would I ever miss you when you’re a liar?’’

The small smile that formed on your lips a few moments prior slowly faded, taken aback by the sudden words that had just trailed off his lips. ‘’’What?’’ You let out, your eyes landing on Sungchan; a low sigh leaving the taller boy's lips. ‘’I don’t know,’’ He mumbled, still trying to stabilize his drunken friend, ‘’He’s been going on about you lying to him all night, telling me I’m a bad friend for defending you.’’

The last words trailed off Sungchan’s lips in a chuckle, shaking his head as he looked down at the boy hanging off his arms.

You, however? You were far away from laughing, no, instead you felt your throat beginning to close up.

‘’Defending me from what?’’ Your words almost came out choked and you wondered if any of the boys picked up on the shakiness in your voice; hoping that Sungchan had more to drink than it seemed. ‘’He keeps talking about you and Heeseung, I don’t know where he got that idea from but I keep telling him to knock it off,’’

Your lips slightly parted, but before you could say something another dry and muffled chuckle left Chenle’s lips. ‘’They’re hooking up, you stupid fuck.’’

Chenle’s harsh words caused another sigh to roll off Sungchan’s tongue accompanied by an eye roll, shaking his head in disbelief. ‘’Dude, you’re just being fucking mean now, knock it off, I mean it,’’ Chenle just remained quiet as Sungchan focused on trying to get him to stand up straight, failing to notice the fact that you had gone completely silent.

Fuck.

Debating whether or not to laugh it off, you remained silent; praying that Sungchan would just shrug it off as Chenle being the terrible drunk that he was and scold him for it in the morning, when the sound of someone walking down the driveway suddenly echoed through the quiet road.

‘’There you are,’’ A chuckle filled your ears, ‘’How much did you drink?’’

At that moment, you realized Heeseung had indeed found a way to ruin your life once again; this time by walking down the driveway with his hands shoved down his pockets. Chenle just mumbled something inaudible into Sungchan’s arms in reply, causing another snicker to leave Heeseung’s lips as he got closer.

The snicker, however, went silent as soon as his eyes landed on you and you wondered if your sudden presence took him by surprise - or if it was the distressed look on your face that made his laughter die down.

‘’We’re leaving,’’ Sungchan let out, his voice monotone as he spoke. ‘’Can you take him back inside and make sure he sobers up?’’ Heeseung tore his eyes off of you, looking over at your friend before letting his eyes dart down to the boy hanging off his arms, nodding his head. ‘’Yeah, whatever,’’ Heeseung mumbled, getting ready to grab onto Chenle to bring him inside.

Oh, how you wished he would’ve done just that.

You wished he would’ve left as quickly as he came, that he would’ve taken Chenle inside, that he would’ve left you and Sungchan alone so you could go hang out and forget about what had just happened; that Sunghcan would’ve just assumed that whatever Chenle had said about you and Heeseung was nothing but drunken rambling and years of built up annoyance from the hatred you shared for his friend.

But of course, things never seemed to go your way whenever Lee Heeseung was present; your current situation being no exception.

‘’No,’’ Chenle mumbled, standing up straight as his eyes landed on Heeseung. ‘’Tell him.’’ Heeseung just raised one of his eyebrows, his hands still in the air from trying to grab onto his friend. ‘’Tell him what, dude?’’ He questioned and as his eyes suddenly landed on you, you realized he knew exactly what the boy in front of him was talking about.

‘’That you and Y/N are messing around.’’

Silence.

Complete, utter silence.

Until Heeseung shrugged his shoulders, his eyes still glued on you; and by the small, playful smirk that had begun to form on his lips; you felt your world slowly come crumbling down around you.

‘’You haven’t told him yet? Hiding things from your best friends now, are you Y/N?’’

And just like that, by letting one simple sentence trail off the tip of his tongue, Lee Heeseung once again reminded you of just how cruel he could be.

‘’Fuck off Heeseung,’’ Sungchan suddenly hissed, his eyes glued to the boy standing beside him; his harsh words causing Heeseung to stare at the boy in front of him with raised eyebrows. ‘’You really didn’t know?’’ The chuckle that left Heeseung’s lips following his question caused a shiver to run down your spine, accompanied by the realization that both your best friends were about to find out what you had been hiding from them.

Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, Heeseung’s eyes landed on you once again and you could tell he was amused by the clear state of distress you were in; his eyes scanning your wide ones before darting down to your shaking hands. ‘’Go on Y/N,’’ He chuckled, ‘’Tell them, tell them how you’ve been messing around with me.’’

You weren’t sure if the tears that were now prickling in the corners of your eyes were from anger or distress, feeling the need to grab onto Sungchan and get as far away as possible; to tell him Heeseung was full of shit, that you hadn’t been messing around with him - anything to get away from the situation that was currently unfolding.

But instead, you remained standing, feeling glued to the ground as you realized there was no way out. Heeseung had caged you in, and by the amused look in his eyes; you realized that this was how he enjoyed you the most. Having you caged in, never letting you out of his grasp.

You tore your eyes off Heeseung, only to be met by Sungchan looking straight at you. And the moment your eyes met his, you swore that if your whole world hadn’t already crashed around you yet; it most certainly did the moment you spotted the confusion lingering in your best friend’s eyes.

He knew, and you knew he knew.

Even though your lips were parted like you were about to say something; you knew you didn’t have to say anything, he could easily tell by the tears threatening to spill past your lower lashline and your apologetic eyes. ‘’Are you serious?’’ He breathed, his eyes still glued on you; causing you to bite down on your lower lip. ‘’I was going to tell you, I promise,’’ You let out, your voice shaky from the sudden confrontation and overwhelming feeling of being exposed.

You tried to decipher the look on your best friend's face, to no avail. His lips were slightly parted and you wondered whether it was disappointment or hurt lingering behind his soft features. Perhaps it was a mix of both.

‘’What the fuck,’’ He let out, shaking his head and you realized it was indeed disappointment lingering behind both his facial expressions and words, causing you to shake your head. ‘’Let’s go talk about it, yeah? I’ll explain, I promise,’’ Your voice almost broke as you spoke, the desperation and panic being evident in your voice as you so desperately tried to get your best friend to listen to you.

Slightly furrowing his eyebrows, he just stared at you; watching as your bottom lip quivered and tears threatened to drop onto your cheeks. ‘’No,’’ He let out, grabbing onto Chenle once more, ‘’No, I’m not doing this shit,’’ He mumbled, tearing his eyes off of you before wrapping an arm around the boy leaning into his arms.

Your eyes followed his every movement as even more panic settled in, he wasn’t going to listen to you. He wasn’t going to let you explain, let you explain why or how this happened in the first place; no, he was simply just going to leave without letting you explain.

‘’No, Sungchan,’’ You desperately let out, a broken chuckle emerging from the back of your best friend's throat interrupting you. ‘’Fuck you, Y/N, and fuck you too, Heeseung.’’ He spat, his gaze landing on you before letting his eyes dart to the lanky boy standing beside him, the boy who had remained quiet ever since he exposed your shared relationship.

Almost reaching out to grab onto his arm from preventing him from leaving, you raised your hand; just to retract as quickly as you raised it. There was no point, and you knew there wasn’t. He wasn’t going to listen to you, not right now.

Watching as Sungchan dragged Chenle back into the house, the loud music still being heard coming from inside; you were left alone, your eyes landing on the boy standing in front of you once again.

With a small smirk on his lips, he took in the state of you; his hands still shoved down the front pockets of his hands and the dangly earring that had once brushed against your skin as his lips left small kisses down your neck dangling from one of his ears - you felt disgusted.

‘’What the fuck, Heeseung,’’ You whispered, your bottom lip still quivering as you spoke and a tear finally dropped onto the skin of your cheek. ‘’What have you done?’’ A low snort left the back of his throat as you spoke, one of his hands slipping out of the pocket of his pants before pointing at himself. ‘’Me?’’ He let out, both his eyebrows raised before shaking his head. ‘’This,’’ He let out, pointing his finger at you instead, ‘’Is all your doing, not mine.’’

Shaking your head, you let another tear make its way down your cheek as you stared at the boy in front of you in disbelief. ‘’You’re fucking cruel, Heeseung,’’ You let out, pointing your own finger at him as his hand fell down his side. He just stared at you for a moment, before a dry chuckle ripped through his chest.

‘’You were the one who was all over me, Y/N, don’t you dare blame me for fucking over your friends by lying to them, that’s all on you,’’

His words caused you to chuckle in disbelief. The chuckle was dry and if you would've looked close enough, you would’ve been able to see that Heeseung was taken aback by your sudden laughter. But you didn’t, no, instead you inhaled through gritted teeth as your pointer finger came into contact with the boy's chest.

‘’You are fucking miserable, you know that?’’ You hissed, your voice shaky as you spoke. ‘’All you fucking do is ruin things, Heeseung, not only for others but for yourself,’’ Heeseung just stared down at you as you continued speaking, your pointer finger hitting his chest repeatedly as fresh tears dropped down your cheeks. ‘’You’re cruel for leading me on, you’re cruel for even coming onto me in the first place,’’

Looking up at him, you shook your head. ‘’And this? Whatever this is,’’ You continued, pointing between the two of you, ‘’It ends now.’’

Another snort was heard coming from the boy standing in front of you. ‘’Whatever this is? This is nothing, Y/N, there is nothing to end,’’ He spat at you, ‘’There was never anything to begin with.’’

Feeling like someone had just struck you with a knife, jabbing it deep into your heart before twisting it; you just stared at the boy in front of you. His face remained emotionless as your fingertip remained pressed up against his chest, clenching your jaw before letting your hand fall down your side. ‘’Fuck you, Heeseung,’’ You whispered, scared that your voice would break if you spoke any louder, ‘’Fuck you for even coming into my life.’’

Walking past him, you let your shoulder brush against his own; the impact causing him to lightly stumble; slightly turning his body to look at you while you walked away from him, using your fingertips to desperately wipe away the tears that had fallen from your eyes.

With an aching feeling that had now settled deep into your chest, replacing the heavy feeling that had once lingered; you realized that Heeseung had managed to take you down one final time.

And with a clenched jaw and his fingernails digging into the palms of his hands, Heeseung realized that you, too, had managed to take him down.

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