“having issues?” heeseung asks, watching you aggressively type on your cell phone. 

“shit, you scared me.” you jump back. “yeah, my AC and shower stopped working. i have no where to cool off.” 

heeseung laughs. “so you chose to hug the soda machine?” a brief pause before continuing. “why didn’t you just come knock on my door, i would’ve let you in.” 

“well.. is that offer still on the table?” you question, wondering if it was a lie or not. 

“of course the offer is still there. come on in.” heeseung leads you into his unit. 

heeseung’s apartment unit was cool, the AC at full blast—it was in way better than the condition of your apartment.  you sat on his couch, making yourself comfortable as heeseung gave you a glass of cold water. 

“you mentioned your shower was broken, why don’t you use mine.” heeseung sits down, his body twists—pointing to the bathroom. 

you remove your lips from the glass, lipstick staining its rim. “oh no it’s okay, i’ll wait for maintenance to come fix it.” you set the glass onto the table. “plus i didn’t bring any clothes with me.” 

“that’s okay, you can just wear mine.” 

the couch dips as heeseung gets back up, jogging into his bedroom to retrieve a pair of shorts and a t-shirt he doesn’t wear anymore. “let me know if you need anything.” 

you thank him before standing up, and walking over to the bathroom. you leave the door open ajar, pealing off your sweat soaked clothes—and stepping into the cool water flowing out from the shower head. 

the heat does start getting to you, a feeling of overheating hitting your system. you hold onto the shower walls, hoping in some way, this feeling will go away. 

but it doesn’t, in fact, it only gets worse. 

“heeseung.” you call out. “can you come in here?”

you hear the door handle being fumbled, signaling his presence. “everything okay?” 

you lie. “yeah.. i just needed some company.” 

“company? why didn’t you say so?” heeseung sits on the covered toilet seat. “so tell me about your day.” 

you talk to him about the events of your day, attempting to recall as much as you could. your words became to slow down, becoming more and more incoherent. heeseung picks up on it, but he’s afraid to step in and ask. 

“i lied. can you come in here with me. i don’t feel well.” you grip onto the shower wall tighter. 

heeseung hesitates at first, but worries wash over him quickly as he heard less and less from you. he takes a deep breath, before pulling back the shower curtain slowly. 

heeseung finds you in the corner of the shower, hands pressed onto the shower wall. once he enters, you grab his forearm, you also grab his now soaked shirt.

heeseung grabs your hips, holding you under the cold water. your vision blurs, barely making out his figure. heeseung uses his free hand to splash your face with the cool liquid. 

after continuously splashing water against you, your vision becomes clear, you’re finally able to process what happened. 

“oh god..” you look at him terrified. “that was awful.”

“scared me for a sec.” heeseung tries to catch his breath. 

his arm reach out of the shower, grabbing the closest towel and wrapping it around your body. heeseung wasted no time carrying you to his bedroom, allowing you to sit. he grabs the glass of water resting on his bedside table, putting it to your lips. 

“drink.” he quietly demands, not taking no for an answer. 

you open your mouth and take a couple sips. heeseung sits beside you, still a bit shaken up from the previous event. 

“i can give you some space.. if you want.” he gently brushes your damp hair out of your face. 

“no. stay.”  you grab onto his forearm, again.

heeseung’s mind is everywhere, quite frankly in the gutters. he has his hot neighbor sitting on his bed, only a towel around her body. she was holding onto him with everything she’s got. 

you’re not doing any good either, half naked on your neighbors bed, a bit lightheaded from the heat—but wet from the thick tension between the two of you.

“okay, i’ll stay.” heeseung moves closer, his thigh now touching yours. 

he doesn’t care that his comforter is now wet. all heeseung cared about is making sure you’re okay, and maybe getting that towel off of you. 

“thank you for helping me in the shower.” you break the silence. “i probably would’ve fallen, or worse.”

“it’s no problem, i’m just glad i was there to help you.” 

heeseung didn’t move, neither did you. in fact, all you wanted to do was pull him closer, and thank him for being there during a vulnerable moment. 

you both looked at each other, hunger in both your eyes—in the way you both gripped onto each other. your hand was still on his forearm, this time only tighter. heeseung’s arm wrapped around your waist, holding you steady. 

you lean in close, placing a small kiss on heeseung’s closed lips. your lips don’t part, in fact you’re only testing the waters, making sure you both want this. 

that small kiss only made heeseung pull you closer. both his hands rest on your hips, pulling you into his lap. he kisses you, more passion, his hands roaming above the damp towel. 

you kiss him like you’re hungry, tongue swirling with his, memorizing every muscle, all the movements you can. your hands wrap around his neck loosely, molding yourself onto his body. 

heeseung’s frustration grows louder, tugging the towel off your body — tossing it onto the floor ever so carelessly. he doesn’t care where it lands, his skin just needs to touch yours. 

his lips trail from yours, along your jaw, down your neck, down the valley of your tits. heeseung’s fingers toy with your nipples, lightly tugging on the skin, watching your reactions. 

“heeseung..” you moan, breathing heavily. 

“where do you want me, baby?” he asks, hand still cupping your tit.

you reach for his hand, guiding him to where you need him the most—in between your legs. 

“fuck.” heeseung groans, rubbing your clit in circles. “you’re ready for me baby, aren’t you?”

you nod yes, encouraging him to rub you more. your back arches off the bed, hips rolling onto his hand.  your hand reaches for his shorts, tugging at the material. 

heeseung wastes no time, sliding his shorts down to his ankles. he gives himself a few strokes before sliding into you completely. 

“you’re so fucking tight.” heeseung murmurs against your skin, his lips latching onto your neck as he thrusts into your pussy. 

“harder..” you whine, just inches away from your upcoming orgasm. 

the pace picks up, heeseung begins rutting into you.  your back pushed into the mattress with every animalistic thrust, legs shaking as your orgasm washes over you.  

heeseung’s seed pours deep inside you, a string of cum trickling out from your used hole as he pulls out. he plops beside you, panting for air. 

“you know…you’re always welcome in my apartment.” heeseung chuckles, cleaning off your inner thigh. 

“i am?” you lay your head on his chest, looking up at heeseung. 

“most definitely, especially when you need to cool off.” heeseung caresses your back, pulling you close to him as you both sleep into a deep slumber.