𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒊.   you’re the ceo's daughter trying to keep it professional, but sunghoon's obsession might just break all the rules.

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ㅤㅤㅤrosalie  :  he looks so beautiful in this pic

the first thing about you that drove park sunghoon insane wasn't the fact that you were the ceo's daughter. it wasn't even your title.

it was how obliviously sweet you were.

always polite, always smiling, always working harder than anyone else in the office just to prove you weren't riding your father's name. you were his personal torment. his sweet little boss who didn't even know the power you had over him.

and sunghoon was so fucking down bad for you.

he'd catch himself staring when you tucked your hair behind your ear during meetings, or how your lips pressed together in concentration when reading through reports. it was embarrassing how often he had to shift in his chair because of you.

you didn't notice.

or maybe you did.

"sunghoon, can you stay after the meeting? i need your input on the client pitch," you asked, soft voice slicing through his barely-held composure.

"y-yeah," he coughed, already flushed.

you had no idea, did you?

𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒊.   they drunkenly confess their love for you.

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ㅤㅤㅤrosalie  :  first ot7 fic!! ^^

LEE HEESEUNG

heeseung leans in too close, breath warm and laced with the sharp scent of soju as he rests his chin on his hand, blinking at you like you're the only steady thing in the room. "you're… really pretty, you know that?" he slurs, lips tugging into a lopsided smile. his voice is soft, almost as if he's telling you a secret, and his fingers fidget with the edge of your sleeve like he needs to hold onto something—onto you. his cheeks are flushed, eyes glassy, but the way he looks at you is sincere. "been thinking that for a while, actually."

PARK JONGSEONG

jay's usually composed, sharp-tongued, but tonight his words stumble out, thick and unfiltered. "you don't get it, do you?" he mutters, swaying slightly as he points a finger at you, brows furrowed like he's scolding you but it only makes him look more boyish. "you ruin me. like… you smile and it's game over." his laugh is breathless, shaky. "stupid." he's blushing to his ears, shoving his hands in his pockets to stop them from reaching for you. "i'm so gone for you, it's pathetic."

SIM JAEYUN

jake's draped over the couch, giggling into his drink, but the second you glance his way, his smile softens, and his hand reaches out, barely brushing your knee. "hey, y/n…" his words are syrupy, slow. "you should know… i think i'm in love with you." he says it like a revelation, eyes wide and honest, as if it just hit him. then he laughs at himself, shaking his head, cheeks puffed out in a grin. "oops, wasn't supposed to say that out loud, huh?" but his fingers don't let go of you.

PARK SUNGHOON

sunghoon's got that dazed, lazy smile, head tilted back as he watches you through half-lidded eyes. "you're dangerous, you know that?" his words slur, tone teasing but soft, his usual sharp edge dulled by the alcohol swimming in his system. "you keep looking at me like that and i'm gonna do something dumb." his thumb grazes your hand resting on the table, touch feather-light, like he's testing if you'll pull away. "i like you. a lot. too much."

KIM SUNOO

sunoo's cheeks are glowing pink, his words tumbling out faster than his brain can keep up. "i can't keep pretending i don't like you, okay? it's exhausting." he huffs, crossing his arms, only to uncross them a second later to grab your hand, holding it between his palms like it's something precious. "you're so… ugh, i hate how much i like you." his pout deepens, but his grip is gentle, thumb brushing over your knuckles. "you're my favorite person."

YANG JUNGWON

jungwon's got his elbows on the table, chin propped up as he stares at you with the softest eyes, lids heavy from the drinks. "you always take care of everyone else… but who takes care of you?" he mumbles, blinking slow. his words are slurred but his tone is laced with genuine worry. "i want to. i want to be the one who's there for you." his hand reaches out, fingertips clumsily brushing your wrist. "you're so special to me. you don't even know."

NISHIMURA RIKI

riki's sprawled in the corner, legs stretched out, head lolling against the wall as he grins up at you, a little too brightly. "you're so cool, y/n," he says, voice thick with drunken honesty. "like, stupidly cool. i… i really like you." he laughs, running a hand through his hair, looking a bit embarrassed but too tipsy to care. "didn't mean to say that, but… well, guess it's out now." his eyes shine as he adds, "you're stuck with me knowing that now."

𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒊.   they drunkenly confess their love for you.

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ㅤㅤㅤrosalie  :  first ot7 fic!! ^^

LEE HEESEUNG

heeseung leans in too close, breath warm and laced with the sharp scent of soju as he rests his chin on his hand, blinking at you like you're the only steady thing in the room. "you're… really pretty, you know that?" he slurs, lips tugging into a lopsided smile. his voice is soft, almost as if he's telling you a secret, and his fingers fidget with the edge of your sleeve like he needs to hold onto something—onto you. his cheeks are flushed, eyes glassy, but the way he looks at you is sincere. "been thinking that for a while, actually."

PARK JONGSEONG

jay's usually composed, sharp-tongued, but tonight his words stumble out, thick and unfiltered. "you don't get it, do you?" he mutters, swaying slightly as he points a finger at you, brows furrowed like he's scolding you but it only makes him look more boyish. "you ruin me. like… you smile and it's game over." his laugh is breathless, shaky. "stupid." he's blushing to his ears, shoving his hands in his pockets to stop them from reaching for you. "i'm so gone for you, it's pathetic."

SIM JAEYUN

jake's draped over the couch, giggling into his drink, but the second you glance his way, his smile softens, and his hand reaches out, barely brushing your knee. "hey, y/n…" his words are syrupy, slow. "you should know… i think i'm in love with you." he says it like a revelation, eyes wide and honest, as if it just hit him. then he laughs at himself, shaking his head, cheeks puffed out in a grin. "oops, wasn't supposed to say that out loud, huh?" but his fingers don't let go of you.

PARK SUNGHOON

sunghoon's got that dazed, lazy smile, head tilted back as he watches you through half-lidded eyes. "you're dangerous, you know that?" his words slur, tone teasing but soft, his usual sharp edge dulled by the alcohol swimming in his system. "you keep looking at me like that and i'm gonna do something dumb." his thumb grazes your hand resting on the table, touch feather-light, like he's testing if you'll pull away. "i like you. a lot. too much."

KIM SUNOO

sunoo's cheeks are glowing pink, his words tumbling out faster than his brain can keep up. "i can't keep pretending i don't like you, okay? it's exhausting." he huffs, crossing his arms, only to uncross them a second later to grab your hand, holding it between his palms like it's something precious. "you're so… ugh, i hate how much i like you." his pout deepens, but his grip is gentle, thumb brushing over your knuckles. "you're my favorite person."

YANG JUNGWON

jungwon's got his elbows on the table, chin propped up as he stares at you with the softest eyes, lids heavy from the drinks. "you always take care of everyone else… but who takes care of you?" he mumbles, blinking slow. his words are slurred but his tone is laced with genuine worry. "i want to. i want to be the one who's there for you." his hand reaches out, fingertips clumsily brushing your wrist. "you're so special to me. you don't even know."

NISHIMURA RIKI

riki's sprawled in the corner, legs stretched out, head lolling against the wall as he grins up at you, a little too brightly. "you're so cool, y/n," he says, voice thick with drunken honesty. "like, stupidly cool. i… i really like you." he laughs, running a hand through his hair, looking a bit embarrassed but too tipsy to care. "didn't mean to say that, but… well, guess it's out now." his eyes shine as he adds, "you're stuck with me knowing that now."

𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒊.   jake talks too much so you shut him up with a kiss.

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ㅤㅤㅤrosalie  :  i love yapper jakey + this has probably been written a thousands times before but whatevs...

jake's always had a mouth on him.

not in the rude, cocky kind of way—though he's got that in spades too—but in the can't-sit-still, words-just-fall-out kind of way. he talks when he's nervous. he talks when he's excited. he talks when there's silence for too long, filling it up like a reflex.

right now, he's doing it again.

"you know, i read somewhere that people blink less when they're focused, which means you must be super focused right now because you haven't blinked in like—hey, are you even listening to me? you're zoning out again, aren't you? i'm telling you important stuff here, you know—"

you sigh. not annoyed. not really. just—god, he's so jake.

you're sitting cross-legged on his bed, his back resting against the headboard, his legs stretched out and tangled with yours. the afternoon sun is pouring through the window, painting his skin in soft golds and shadows. his shirt rides up a little where he's slouched, a teasing glimpse of his waist flashing every time he gestures (which is often, because apparently jake's hands are just as chatty as his mouth).

he's still talking. you don't even know about what anymore.

you lean forward, cupping his jaw mid-sentence.

his words falter. eyes widen. lips part.

and you kiss him.

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𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒊.   jake talks too much so you shut him up with a kiss.

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ㅤㅤㅤrosalie  :  i love yapper jakey + this has probably been written a thousands times before but whatevs...

jake's always had a mouth on him.

not in the rude, cocky kind of way—though he's got that in spades too—but in the can't-sit-still, words-just-fall-out kind of way. he talks when he's nervous. he talks when he's excited. he talks when there's silence for too long, filling it up like a reflex.

right now, he's doing it again.

"you know, i read somewhere that people blink less when they're focused, which means you must be super focused right now because you haven't blinked in like—hey, are you even listening to me? you're zoning out again, aren't you? i'm telling you important stuff here, you know—"

you sigh. not annoyed. not really. just—god, he's so jake.

you're sitting cross-legged on his bed, his back resting against the headboard, his legs stretched out and tangled with yours. the afternoon sun is pouring through the window, painting his skin in soft golds and shadows. his shirt rides up a little where he's slouched, a teasing glimpse of his waist flashing every time he gestures (which is often, because apparently jake's hands are just as chatty as his mouth).

he's still talking. you don't even know about what anymore.

you lean forward, cupping his jaw mid-sentence.

his words falter. eyes widen. lips part.

and you kiss him.

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𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒊.   riki teaches you how to skateboard and tries not to smile every time you fall into him on purpose.

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ㅤㅤㅤrosalie  :  live laugh love nishimura riki !!

the board wobbles under your feet like it's got a mind of its own, and you already regret agreeing to this the second riki lets go of your hands.

"wait—wait—don't let go yet," you yelp, arms flailing as the board rolls forward half an inch.

"i barely moved," he says, laughing, but he steps closer again, steadying your hips with both hands like it's second nature. "you got this, don't worry."

"you say that every time."

"because i believe in you every time."

you glare, but your cheeks are already warm. riki's good at this—at making your heart feel like it's always one second away from flipping over. just like this stupid skateboard.

he leans back on his own board, coasting in a lazy circle around you as you try to find your balance again. the sun's starting to dip behind the trees, casting long shadows across the pavement. you're pretty sure you've spent more time holding onto him than actually standing upright on your own.

but maybe that's the point.

"you're not even trying," he teases, rolling up beside you again.

"i am!" you protest, stomping one foot down in frustration, which unfortunately makes the board shoot out from under you. you squeak, and he catches you before your knees ever hit the ground.

again.

"you do this just to fall into me, don't you?" he mutters into your hair, arms wrapped tightly around you.

you grin, not denying it. "maybe."

he huffs a laugh and nudges his nose against your temple. "at this rate i should just carry you everywhere on my board."

you look up at him—smirking, warm eyes, hair messy from the wind—and suddenly it doesn't matter that you're the worst skater on earth.

you've already won.

"can we take a break?" you ask, chin resting on his chest.

he shrugs. "sure. i'll even let you hold my board so it looks like you actually did something."

you punch his shoulder, but he's already grabbing your hand, pulling you toward the curb to sit beside him.

and as he laces your fingers together, he says quietly, "you'll get it eventually."

you smile. "even if i don't?"

he squeezes your hand, soft but sure. "still proud."

𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒊.   riki teaches you how to skateboard and tries not to smile every time you fall into him on purpose.

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ㅤㅤㅤrosalie  :  live laugh love nishimura riki !!

the board wobbles under your feet like it's got a mind of its own, and you already regret agreeing to this the second riki lets go of your hands.

"wait—wait—don't let go yet," you yelp, arms flailing as the board rolls forward half an inch.

"i barely moved," he says, laughing, but he steps closer again, steadying your hips with both hands like it's second nature. "you got this, don't worry."

"you say that every time."

"because i believe in you every time."

you glare, but your cheeks are already warm. riki's good at this—at making your heart feel like it's always one second away from flipping over. just like this stupid skateboard.

he leans back on his own board, coasting in a lazy circle around you as you try to find your balance again. the sun's starting to dip behind the trees, casting long shadows across the pavement. you're pretty sure you've spent more time holding onto him than actually standing upright on your own.

but maybe that's the point.

"you're not even trying," he teases, rolling up beside you again.

"i am!" you protest, stomping one foot down in frustration, which unfortunately makes the board shoot out from under you. you squeak, and he catches you before your knees ever hit the ground.

again.

"you do this just to fall into me, don't you?" he mutters into your hair, arms wrapped tightly around you.

you grin, not denying it. "maybe."

he huffs a laugh and nudges his nose against your temple. "at this rate i should just carry you everywhere on my board."

you look up at him—smirking, warm eyes, hair messy from the wind—and suddenly it doesn't matter that you're the worst skater on earth.

you've already won.

"can we take a break?" you ask, chin resting on his chest.

he shrugs. "sure. i'll even let you hold my board so it looks like you actually did something."

you punch his shoulder, but he's already grabbing your hand, pulling you toward the curb to sit beside him.

and as he laces your fingers together, he says quietly, "you'll get it eventually."

you smile. "even if i don't?"

he squeezes your hand, soft but sure. "still proud."

𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒊.   heeseung might have a bad reputation and a sharp tongue, but when it comes to you, he's all quiet hands, soft looks, and a kind of care that only a real man knows how to give.

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"put your arms in."

you blink up at him from where you're sitting on the curb, knuckles pink from the wind, lips trembling more from frustration than the cold. heeseung's voice cuts through the night—low, unreadable—and then his leather jacket is in front of your face, his hands tugging at the sleeves like he's dressing you himself.

you hesitate.

heeseung doesn't.

he slides the jacket over your shoulders, rough fingers brushing your collarbones like he's trying not to be gentle, but he is anyway. always is. with you.

you want to be mad at him. you came to this party for him. you waited for him when he disappeared for almost an hour. and now here he is, acting like you're the one who needs taking care of.

"you shouldn't have worn that short-ass skirt," he mutters, but the words are quiet, mumbled into your hair as he kneels in front of you. "it's freezing."

"you liked it earlier," you shoot back, pulling his jacket tighter around you, nose sinking into the scent of cologne, cigarette smoke, and something you only know as heeseung.

his lips twitch. almost a smile.

"yeah," he murmurs. "still do."

he straightens, rubbing a hand over his face. he's got that look again—brows knitted, jaw sharp, expression caught somewhere between i love you and i don't know how to say it without sounding stupid. you've gotten used to reading between his silences.

he's a bad boy, sure: leather, boots, temper, and a reputation longer than most rap sheets. but the second you're around? he folds. softens. starts noticing things no one else does. pulls you on the inside of the sidewalk. holds your hand in crowded rooms. keeps painkillers in his glove compartment just because you mentioned once you get headaches when you're stressed.

you stand, brushing dirt off your thighs, but heeseung's already there—hands at your waist like instinct, steadying you like the world is something he can control, if only for your sake.

"let's go home," he says. "i'll drive."

you open your mouth. "you've been drinking—"

"i haven't. i knew i'd be taking care of you tonight."

you blink. that part he says without hesitation. like he already planned on it.

and maybe he did.

maybe that's what real men do—even the ones who swear too much and drive too fast and never text back in the morning. maybe real men hold your coat without being asked. let you scream at them in parking lots, then pull you in to kiss your forehead and whisper i'm not going anywhere.

heeseung grabs your hand, curling his fingers through yours like he means it.

"don't look at me like that," he says gruffly, not meeting your eyes.

"like what?"

"like i'm a good guy or something."

you lean into him anyway. press your face into the side of his neck, let yourself be held, let yourself be soft—because he lets you.

and you smile.

"too late."

he doesn't say anything to that, but you feel it in the way his thumb brushes against your knuckles. absent, but gentle. like he wants to say more, but the words are still stuck somewhere deep in that guarded chest of his.

heeseung's never been good with his mouth. unless he's fighting or kissing, that is.

and right now, you can tell—he's choosing not to say the wrong thing. which, from him, is its own kind of apology.

"c'mon," he mutters, tugging you a little closer. his jacket hangs oversized on you, sleeves slipping past your fingers, but his hand stays wrapped around yours like a tether.

you walk in silence, the streetlight painting long shadows behind you, the air cold but not biting—not when he keeps your hand warm, not when you're wrapped in his scent and a piece of him.

when you reach his bike, he hesitates.

"you sure you're warm enough?" he asks, voice low like he's embarrassed to be asking.

you nod, and he still shrugs off his hoodie and pulls it over your head like he doesn't believe you. he doesn't say a word while he does it, just makes sure it sits right, that the hood's up, that your fingers poke out from the sleeves.

"you don't gotta take care of me like this all the time, heeseung," you say, soft.

he looks at you then, finally. his dark eyes flick down your face, and something flickers there—quick, but real.

"i know i don't," he says. "but i want to."

and he hands you the helmet like it's the easiest promise in the world.

like you're not just his weakness.

like you're his choice.

like you're the only thing he's never once wanted to run from.

so you climb on behind him, arms around his waist, heart tucked somewhere safe between your chest and his leather.

and maybe he's rough, reckless, and quiet with his feelings—but the way he pulls you closer, like the wind might take you if he doesn't, reminds you:

a real man doesn't have to say much to prove he cares.

he just shows up—and stays.