satoru hears the same scolding coming from his parents later that evening.

“we did not pay the school to allow you to enter just for you to pull this—“

“you guys paid the school?” satoru’s brow shot up.

“oh my god.” his mother whispered under her breath, moving her hands away from her husband's shoulders. “you really think they’d allow you to enter with that high school transcript?” mr. gojo gritted out. “you have exactly two months to get them up before the end of the year.”

frat boy! gojo hummed then shrugged. “Shucks, guess there’s nothing I can do. how about I just drop out and take over the company like you’ve always wanted me to.” 

“satoru gojo.” the man’s voice boomed throughout the kitchen. he pointed a finger at Satoru, gritting his teeth. “you will finish college and you will pass.” 

satoru’s groan was muffled by his hand that dragged down his face. “I know.” 

“no! you do not!” 

“alright, honey, calm down.” mrs. gojo placed her hand on his back, rubbing it to prevent him from screaming more. she turned to face satoru. “I will hire you a tutor, sweetheart. your father is right, you have to finish school. then we will talk about you overtaking the company.” 

“alright.” he sighed. 

“two months.” his father raised two digits up. 

frat boy! gojo didn’t expect his tutor to be this pretty. the second you walked into the living room where him and his mother sat, his eyes lit up. you sat down on the couch the maid directed you to, flattening down your skirt as you took in your surroundings.

“hi honey, it’s nice to see that you made it.” mrs. gojo reached out to shake your hand which you happily complied. she turned towards satoru. “this is my son. i’m sure you guys attend the same university, no?”

frat boy! gojo wants to groan at the whole situation. great, not only was he being forced to get extra help but the help is coming from another school mate.

you’ve seen him around sometimes. usually with his hand squeezing a sorority girl’s ass or driving way too fast in the parking lot. 

“mhm.” 

“Have you ever tutored anyone before?” She asked.

“uh.. yeah.” you blinked, composing yourself again. “my younger brother. he has a hard time grasping math so-”

“great.” the woman interrupted. “how often will you be available?” 

“I guess almost every day-” 

“4 pm after school, weekends at 1.” 

you bit the inside of your cheek, becoming frustrated at the fact you could barely finish your sentence. “I take care of my brother on weekends.” 

“oh.” she paused. “you can just bring him along then.” she cleared her throat, continuing. “the pay will be good, I can promise that. I expect you to bring satoru’s grades up before December.” 

you nodded. 

“when will I start?” 

“right now.” 

frat boy! gojo froze. “right now? i’ve got something going on in the frat in half an hour!” he quickly shut up with the look his mother shot him.

despite never interacting with satoru, unless you count that one time he almost ran you over, you knew how unapproachable he was. If you weren’t what he perceived as hot, he wouldn’t bat an eye at you. luckily for you, you're somewhat his type...

“i hope you two get along. Well, I got to get going now. your father is waiting for me. happy studying.” she kissed satoru on the cheek, grabbing her purse to leave. 

the door shut, leaving the two of you. 

you rocked back and forth on your heels as satoru clicked away at his phone, probably texting his friends how his mom actually got him a tutor. “so, um, what classes are you having trouble with.” 

frat boy! gojo exhaled deeply, almost annoyed you even dared speak to him. “biology, mostly.” 

“oh! i'm also taking that right now as well.” you sat down on the seats surrounding the kitchen island. “are we in the same period?” 

“don’t know. It’s a pretty big class.” he stated the obvious, sitting down as well. “how long is this going to last? I’ve got a party to plan.” 

of course he did. “shouldn’t take longer than two hours I think.” 

he groaned. “seriously?” 

“well, we can try and finish in an hour and a half. let’s just start with the basics of biology. do you have your textbooks?” 

satoru sat straight up, suddenly looking suspiciously happy. “yes, I do. they’re upstairs. I’ll be back.” he excused himself, running up to his room.  You tapped your fingers on the island, waiting patiently for a couple of seconds. 

Then the seconds turned to minutes. 

frat boy! gojo had escaped his room, jumping out his window, breaking his fall with a pile of bushes that were put underneath. he had to attend the frat meeting.

safe to say, he got a good scolding once again when he got home.

“When I tell you that you need to raise those grades up, I mean it, Satoru!” Mr. Gojo’s voice echoed throughout the living room. 

You were sat next to Mrs. Gojo on the couch while he and Satoru were standing with the white haired boy getting lectured by his father. 

He cowered. This was so embarrassing. 

“The frat needed me at that moment.” Satoru explained.

“I don’t care! Your mother hired this lovely girl to help you out and you disrespected her by leaving her!”

You wanted to sink into the cushions when Satoru glared at you. 

“You pull this shit again, I force you to leave that stupid frat of yours. You are not a teenager anymore, you are a goddamn adult. Act like it.” 

Mr.Gojo left the room fuming, heading to his office. 

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife and the silence was way too loud. You cleared your throat, slowly standing up. “I should uh, get going.” 

Mrs. Gojo nodded, rising from her spot as well. She planted her hand on the small of your waist, turning to her son. 

“Walk her to her car.”

“Oh, that’s not necessary-” You tried to say. 

“And you apologize to her.” Her tone was stern. 

frat boy! gojo rubbed the bridge of his nose, motioning for you to follow him to the entrance. Neither of you said anything on your little walk. 

Eventually you reached your car. He looked like he was about to say anything. But he didn’t. Not a goodbye nor the apology his mom asked him to say. 

“Asshole.” You mumbled under your breath, giving his muscular back a glare. 

The next day wasn’t any better. 

He’d ignore you, sigh dramatically, and roll his eyes like a spoiled teenager every time you asked if he could do a question. 

“Okay,” You skimmed through his written response. “This isn’t quite right, Satoru.” 

“You don’t get to call me by my first name.” 

Now it was your turn to resist rolling your eyes. “Try again.”

He snatched the paper from your hands rudely, erasing his original answer. This routine continued. Satoru would constantly give you a hard time, refusing to communicate with you properly. 

frat boy! gojo stared at you with an annoyed expression on his face. Have you not taken the hint that you were not wanted nor needed here?

“Back again I see.” His voice came from behind, staring daggers into your skull.

You turned around in the spinny chair, facing him. “Well, I am being paid to be here so yes, I am back, again.” 

Satoru scoffed, sitting down on the empty seat next to you. 

On the kitchen island were all kinds of papers and textbooks, all spread out and ready to be used. Doing all of this on a Saturday night was insane. He could be out partying right now, getting drunk off his mind. 

“I have made it pretty clear what I think of you.” 

“What you think of me does not matter. I’m not doing all of this because I care for your grade or I like you. I despise you actually,” Satoru felt his ego get bruised at that. “I was hired by your mother so unless she decides she doesn’t want me tutoring an ungrateful brat like you, I’m not going anywhere.” You shot back. “Now, turn to page 19, I expect you to be finished with chapter two by the end of today's session.” 

Satoru’s eyes widened, completely surprised with you snapping at him. He judged wrong. 

You weren’t a shy nerd he could just push around, you had some bite. 

And he liked it. 

His hands began moving by themselves at your order, opening up his book while fighting back a smile. 

thats because it was the beginning of his little crush on you.

frat boy! gojo stopped making you two study in the kitchen and instead offered to go up into his bedroom instead.

“Didn’t take you for a geek.” Your eyes traveled throughout his room, taking in the shelves full of figures and manga. His walls were full of posters, not leaving one bare. 

Satoru let out a breathy laugh, scratching the back of his head. 

“Guilty pleasures.” 

You hummed, sitting down on his bed. 

He bit back a groan, finding himself somehow getting turned on by you being in his room, let alone on his bed. 

“Oh, my brother watched this one.” You pointed at the Digimon figure on his nightstand. “Yeah?” He eventually joined you, scooting close. “Kids got good taste then.” His eyes flickered down to your lips, gulping. 

You turned to face him, taking notice of his attention being on your lips. 

“Got that one at..” Satoru mumbled quietly, itching closer. “At the.. Fuck.” He placed his lips gently against yours, angling his head to the side. 

You immediately melted into the kiss, putting your hand on his cheek. 

“You’re a good kisser for a virgin.” He licked your bottom lip, seeking entrance. 

“I’m not a virgin…” 

“No?” Satoru moaned when you granted his access, tongue dancing with yours before exploring every inch of your mouth. “

frat boy! gojo swears the kiss meant nothing. that he was just going through ovulation, even though boys don't go through that. so why does his heart keep going mile per hour at the memory of your soft lips on his?

nothing more happened than that, immediately after, you two went back to studying. but he oh so wanted to taste you in other places.

frat boy! gojo starts doing much better on quizzes thanks to you. you were so patient with him even when he repeatedly got things wrong. you started sitting on his lap to get him to focus more.

"every time you get something correct, I'll let you kiss me.

and he was on a streak. he answered questions quickly, pressing his lips on yours in a sweet peck before asking for the next question.

frat boy! gojo swears he isn't in love with you, but his frat bro's would beg to differ. they took notice of his change of attitude and lack of participating in frat meetings.

GETO

you coming tonight? we're gonna go out & drink

GOJO

nah, im busy

GETO

w ur tutor gf?

seen

frat boy! gojo blushed at the idea of calling you his girlfriend. what exactly were you anyways? study partners with benefits? he would feel the way you'd grow wet when you sat on his lap, he knew you wanted more just like him.

even when he did attend the sorority girls parties, the feeling of another girl feeling him up didn't hit the same. they weren't you.

"satoruuuu.." the blonde slurred out, drunk out of her mind and grinding her heat on his thigh. "let's go up to my room. I miss you."

"Uhhh," he looked around, trying to find a nearby exit. "Alright, let me go get a drink real quick and I'll meet you upstairs."

a smile broke out on the girls face, nodding. "okay!"

long story short, he didn't go upstairs.

frat boy! gojo still jerks off daily. but instead of pulling up pornhub or twitter, he pulled out your instagram profile that he had found a week ago - without your knowledge.

nothing got him off anymore unless it was you.

the little photos you had posted up were practically burned onto his phones screen form how much he's viewed them. "fuck, fuck!" he winced when his dick twitched in his hand.

you looked so beautiful today, with your plaid skirt and cute top. he wanted to rip it off your body and fuck you already.

frat boy! gojo still swears on everything that he isn't in love with you! but he's going out before study hours to get you and your mom a bouquet of flowers before heading to your house.

"you always come here, but I've never seen your place." he once commented.

"ah, well," you leaned back onto his chest. "it's not as luxurious as yours."

"you think I care?" he placed his chin on your shoulder, biting lightly at your neck. "do you like that?" he asked, rubbing his hand on the inner of your thigh.

"y-yeah.."

frat boy! gojo got along with your family right off the bat, sitting next to you at the dinner table, chatting with your brother as you all ate. he wished that this was a regular occurrence. would it be if he was yours?

he still swears he isn't in love with you when your mom showed him a baby album of yours.

"oh my god-" you tried snatching it from his hands, but failed.

"you're so cute, look at you." he showed a picture of you riding a pony. you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, hiding away behind your hands.

frat boy! gojo SWEARS he isn't in love with you, but when you asked him to stay the night, he agreed. He laid bare next to you, arms around your body, still placing kisses on your back.

"I love you." you whispered softly.

satoru smiled, bringing you closer to whisper back into your ear.

"I love you too."

frat boy! gojo accepts the fact that he's loved you ever since you stepped foot into his life.

©️ heesroses 2026

“I'M SO NOT HAVING FUN ANYMORE,”

Friday nights were always preoccupied by hockey and hockey only. It has never changed ever since Yunjin, your best friend, gave you an introduction to the school’s ice hockey team. Being the massive sports fan you were, you obviously got hooked on watching their games live. But there were downsides to being a fan which includes witnessing the team losing.

You swore you were already in a foul mood that day, courtesy to your professor and shitty customers, you found yourself seeking solace in the hockey game, which turned sour almost instantly. Just your luck for the day, huh?

“It’s just the first period, Y/N,” Yunjin sighed, glancing up at the jumbotron, wincing a little at the scoreline. They were currently 3 goals down and Yunjin's reassurance didn't help at all.

“I suppose so,” you replied glumly.

The second period rolled by in a flash, but there wasn’t much of a positive outcome either. The team managed to score two goals, but the opponents out performed them and scored one more goal, continuing their lead.

You groaned loudly, along with many other disappointed students. 15 minutes of intermission ended rather quickly, bringing everyone back to reality.

“Oh come on, score already!” you shouted out in irritation, stirring other students to yell out in agreement as well.

The game was going slow and your patience was eventually growing thin. The clock was ticking, meaning the game was about to end soon with the team losing tragically. You shook your head in defeat, wrapping an arm around Yunjin’s shoulder and placing the other on your hip.

“For fuck’s sake, score already, idiots!” you yelled out.

Just when you did so, someone skated by, his head turned to look at you, meeting your eyes for only a brief second before disappearing into a sea of hockey players. You blinked. Did that just happen? You whipped your head to find Yunjin staring back at you, as if asking the same question.

“Did–”

“That–”

The two of you paused.

“Yeah,” you both said in unison, returning your attention back to the game.

As expected, the game unfortunately ended with a defeat for the home team. You and Yunjin decided to leave the arena immediately since it was already getting late, but you two also made sure to have a quick stop at the cafeteria to get some pizza before continuing the journey back to the dorms.

“I heard someone’s throwing a party soon,” Yunjin said through a mouth full of pepperoni pizza.

“Who is that ‘someone’?” you wiped your hand clean of pizza grease, then threw yourself on Yunjin’s bed, causing her to let out a grunt.

“That made me choke and I would’ve died. I don’t want my cause of death to be something related to pizza,” she grumbled, closing the pizza lid and taking the napkin you handed her.

“I thought you loved pizza?” you blinked innocently, flashing her your best smile and she threw you a dirty look.

“Think we got a little side tracked,” Yunjin mumbled thoughtfully. “If I’m not wrong, it was by one of those football chads? Was it Jake?”

“Jake might play football but he’s so not a chad,” you argued, unknowingly defending said boy.

Jake sim was, in fact, another popular athlete in your school who unsurprisingly turned out to be another playboy. You remembered the small heartbreak you had when you discovered his true identity, secretly wishing he was like any other non-fuckboy guy in the campus. But life’s unfair sometimes and somehow, that didn’t stop you from being acquainted with that golden retriever-like boy.

“You’re only saying that because he gives you free booze and free passes to football games,” Yunjin raised an eyebrow at you and you feigned ignorance. “Anyway, I think it’s that Yeonjun guy who’s throwing that party. He’s that rich kid, remember?”

“Yeah, I do. I saw him multiple times at games,”

“Didn’t he flirt with you?”

“Correction, he tried. Luckily Jake was there to stop him or else I would’ve given him a black eye,” you frowned.

“Would’ve loved to see that happen,” Yunjin shrugged while you narrowed your eyes at her.

“You’re praying on my downfall,”

“Never. Also, are we going to talk about that hockey player staring deeply into your soul just now?”

You rolled your eyes at her words. “I don’t think I would count 2 seconds anything—”

“Of course it does! Have you seen those love at first sight tropes in romcoms?”

“I think you watched too many of them, Jen,” you squeezed her cheek and she slapped your hand, deadpanning at you. “Who is he anyway?”

“If I’m not wrong, he’s number one, Lee Heeseung, the captain. I think he’s in your English class too? Ring a bell?” Yunjin raised an eyebrow at you.

“I think I do remember him. He’s the one with fangirls lining outside, right?” Yunjin nodded at your words and you laughed, thinking back to the time where your professor had to chase a group of girls away before class started. Why? Because of Lee Heeseung’s sheer presence.

“Let’s not forget his messy hookups. Yikes,” Yunjin shuddered at the thought, suddenly rubbing her chin with a small frown. “Don’t you think we’re a bit uneducated when it comes to their players?”

“I mean,” you hummed, nodding a little. “I guess you’re right, we’re always there for the game and some beers and we barely bothered to find out which player is which,”

“We should pull up their Instagram profiles next game,” Yunjin suggested with a wink.

“Oh, I think you’ll definitely be on it,”

“Obviously,” Yunjin smirked. “Anyway, up for a facemask?”

You huffed, a small smile appearing on your face. “You know I wouldn’t say no to that.”

“THIS IS SUCH A TYPICAL CHAD THROWN KIND OF PARTY,”

You found yourself complaining once more as you and Yunjin entered a big house. The living room was basically filled to the brim, along with loud music booming throughout the room and the smell of alcohol invaded your nostrils, this was pure hell. You turned to look at your best friend, silently cursing at her for bringing you here. Yunjin gave you her typical shrug as though she had read your thoughts, dragging you away from the vicinity.

"It's Yeonjun, what did you expect," Yunjin hissed, taking you further into the house.

"I also can’t believe you put me in this slutty dress,” you groaned. At this point, you were practically pulling your dress down every ten seconds from the way it kept riding up and you started getting beyond irritated by it.

“If not, you’ll turn up in your casual crop tops and denim shorts,” she shook her head in disapproval. “I can’t let that happen, not when there's rich guys here,”

"I'm here for a party, not to choose my next rich bachelor," you said in distaste, the last thing you wanted was a frat boy. “So, what are we going to do now?” you asked, holding tightly onto Yunjin’s hand as if your life depended on it.

“Enjoy ourselves, duh? I’ll go get some drinks. Sprite for you?”

You nodded, a little bummed out that you were missing out on some good booze since somebody, aka you, had to be responsible and drive back to the dorms without risking getting pulled over. You were already a broke college student, a fine would definitely not help your case.

Now here you are, stuck helplessly in the middle of a party with people you don’t know. Great. You thought about the possibilities that could've been if you decided to stay at home instead of leaning against a wall in a skimpy black dress and it had you groaning internally.

It was then the universe had heard your pleas of boredom and decided on some ‘fun’, except that ‘fun’ consisted of someone’s back bumping into you and their drink splattering all over onto your dress. You jumped in surprise and the boy who was practically pushed onto you had let out a small “oof” before fully realising what he had done.

“I’m so sorry,” he placed his cup aside and picked up some napkins from a table nearby. For a split moment, he was about to wipe your dress, then he paused, turning flustered when he realised what he was about to do, and instead, handed the napkins to you.

You gently dabbed the napkins on your soaked dress, a frown on your face as you felt the sticky substance stick to your skin uncomfortably. “It’s fine, you didn’t mean it anyway,”

You looked up from your dress, finally meeting his eyes. He blinked, seemingly trying to register who you were.

“It’s … you,”

“Me?” you pointed at yourself, a little dumbfounded at his words.

“I didn’t expect you to be here,”

That’s when it hit you. The very same eyes that stared back at you during the hockey game, the one that Yunjin had told you about. “Lee Heeseung?”

He resembled a bambi, his large innocent brown eyes gazing back at you, a look of curiosity behind them. He had a tall stature, his hair covering his forehead and it was styled plainly, not to mention his loosely buttoned up shirt clinging comfortably onto his frame. Now you understand why Yunjin said he has fangirls, you were shamefully about to be one too.

“Yeah … that’s me. What about you? Why’re you here?”

“Do you … recognize me?” you cringed a little at the memory of you practically cussing his team out, praying he would somehow forget it all.

“How could I not? You’re from English right? Shakespeare presentation, eh?” Heeseung recalled and you nodded, impressed that he remembered something from so long before, but most importantly, he remembered you.

“But of course, how could I forget, you’re also the person cussing us out on Friday too. I’m charmed, actually,” he chuckled nonchalantly as though it was nothing, but you, on the other hand, panicked a little and eyes only widened in a mix of horror and embarrassment.

Heeseung seemed to notice the panic in your eyes, waving his hands in reassurance. “Don’t worry though, I thought it was funny,” At his words, your shoulders relaxed, breathing out a sigh of relief.

You let out a nervous laugh. “You guys did your best. There’s always a next time,”

“Right,” he nodded, then averted his gaze back to your dress, instantly coming back to reality as he remembered the current problem in front of his face. He removed his jacket in a flash, carefully placing it over your shoulders. The sudden proximity had you gasping quietly, the waft of his cologne infiltrating your senses.

He was close, so so agonisingly close. A wave of shock passed through your body as you felt his gentle touch, almost feather-like as it lasted only just a second, but now with his hugging your body, you could finally breathe an air of comfort once warmth engulfed you.

“Sorry about your dress,” he pulled away, flashing you a genuine apologetic smile. “I thought the least I could do was give you my jacket,”

“No worries, you didn't do it on purpose anyway, it’s not your fault,” you assured him, being a little self aware that numerous wandering eyes were now on you and the campus’ popular hockey team captain. You felt like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Actually,” Heeseung started, “I can borrow one of my friend’s shirts so that you can change? I don’t think it’s a good idea walking around like that, plus my friend lives in this frat house anyway,”

“If you insist,” you gave in, not wanting to reject his help as he seemed so keen.

You silently followed Heeseung through the crowd of bodies, trying your hardest to not get swallowed with the way people were shoving around. Heeseung noticed you lagging behind and smoothly took hold of your hand, pulling you closer to him. You didn’t say much, letting him guide you up the stairs into someone’s room.

You glanced around the room. From the way it was decorated with random posters, sports magazines stacked on the bedside table and dirty clothes littered the floor, you were instantly convinced that this room belonged to a frat boy.

Heeseung surprisingly continued to keep his hand in yours, using the other to dig through a pile of clothes until he found an oversize shirt and a pair of pants. “Here,” he handed you the clothes, finally letting go of your hand, stepping away with his hands in his pockets. “I think all the bathroom’s full so it’s best to just change here,”

“You think so?”

“I know so, I’ll leave it up to your imagination to think about whatever that happens in there,”

“Right …” you faltered at his comment, the two of you remained staring at one another. That’s when you cleared your throat, fumbling with your clothes. “I would appreciate it if you turned around … unless you want a show?”

“For free? I can't say no, can I?”

“You wish. Now turn around,”

Heeseung shrugged, a mischievous grin on his face as he threw his hands up in defence and faced away. You stood behind him, cheeks flared while you practically yanked your skimpy black dress off. Yunjin would not be happy knowing she’ll have to do laundry.

You reached over to the back of your dress, practically yanking forcefully onto the zip that was unwilling to budge even for a bit. God, why me? Why now? Internally conflicted, you didn’t know whether to bear the shame and ask Heeseung for help or to just stay silent. But to your luck, the zip was stuck no matter how you pulled it.

“Heeseung?”

He hummed in response.

“I need your help,” you swallowed, trying your best to not shrivel up and dig a grave in that moment. “My zip is stuck.”

Momentary silence filled the air. It seemed Heeseung, too, was having some internal conflict. In a second, you heard shuffling behind you, feeling the warmth of his body close as his fingers reached for your zip, his other hand on your waist. You felt his fingertips grazing against your bare skin as he dragged the zipper down, hearing a faint gulp from him. You squeezed your eyes shut, swearing to never come to parties again.

“You’re good to go,” he whispered, coughing awkwardly.

“Thanks,” you met his eyes in the reflection of the small mirror placed on top of a dresser in front of you. Realisation seemed to hit him and he averted his gaze, taking a look around the room instead.

You practically yanked the dress off, pulling the shirt over your head and the pants on, stumbling a little from the sudden hit of nervousness. Could it be his presence that made you nervous? You hated this feeling.

“I’m done,” you declared, suddenly feeling the tension in the air.

“So, I can look now?” Heeseung joked and you rolled your eyes, but smiled at him.

“Keep your eyes closed forever then,” you bumped his shoulder, sitting down on the bed.

“Should we stay here instead?” he suggested and you narrowed your eyes at him in suspicion, to which he scoffed. “Of course no funny business, who do you think I am?”

“Playboy Lee Heeseung, no?”

He groaned. “That’s what people think of me even though it’s completely false,”

“You do have fangirls, don’t you?”

“But I don’t date them, do I?” he retorted. “I don’t even go to parties much these days, coach has been up my ass,”

“Sucks to be you,”

Heeseung scoffed, turning to look at you with a question in mind. “You’re a big hockey fan?”

“Ever since I was a kid. Why?”

“I notice you’re always there every game night with your friend,”

“So, I’ve caught your attention?”

“A pretty girl like you surely wouldn’t go unnoticed in my eyes,” he was close now, a challenging glint in his eyes as his gaze fell to your lips from time to time.

“You’re funny, Hee,” you couldn’t resist smiling.

“How can I make it up to you?” his eyes met yours, a sly grin on his face. “About your dress, I mean,”

You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes, knowing damn well what lies in his words. Maybe he was just like every other campus athlete, but at that moment, you didn’t seem to care, your interest only increasing and you couldn’t tell if this was his plan all along.

You thought about his question for a moment, pursing your lip. “How about you win the next game? I think that’ll help a lot,”

Heeseung nodded thoughtfully. “If I do, can I get your number too?”

“Why not?”

“Shall this be a deal?” he smirked, ready for a challenge.

“Sure,” you shrugged nonchalantly.

“I’ll win the next one, just you wait,” Heeseung's words were filled with utter determination and confidence. He was definitely ready to tell you 'told you so' and prove you wrong.

“Well, I’ll be waiting,” you glanced down at your phone, noticing over ten messages from Yunjin. Shit. “The clock’s ticking and I need to go. See you, captain,”

“Wait,” he caught hold of your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. You turned to look at him, a big question mark written over your expression, anticipating his next words. “Can I at least know what your name is?”

You grinned. “It’s Y/N,”

"Get ready with your phone number, Y/N. I'll be looking out for you at the next game. Keep the jacket too," he winked and you waved a small goodbye, exiting out the door and dashed down the stairs with your dirty clothes in hand, wearing Heeseung's jacket, completely unaware how quick your heart was beating.

When you spotted Yunjin, you practically fell into her arms as she started ranting about why you shouldn’t run away without her knowledge, but all of it eventually drowned out into white noise. The only thing you could think of suddenly was Heeseung. Lee fucking Heeseung.

"Y/N," she sang out your name, tapping your head to catch your attention. “Why are you in a different outfit? You got laid didn’t you?” she gasped and you slapped her arm.

“Heeseung spilled a drink on me and took me to his friend’s room to change, that’s all,”

“Heeseung?” she gasped again, a teasing grin slowly forming and you knew that trouble was in that mind of hers. “You and him didn’t smoochy smooch … right?”

“We’re not there yet, hello?”

“There’s something called a hook up, you hopeless romantic,” Yunjin shook her head. “This sounds like the start of a hockey romance based on the books I've read," she squealed and you only sighed.

"Please read some self help books too,"

"Never," she huffed, leaning in and dropping her voice so that only the two of you could hear what she was about to say. "What did you two talk about? A private hook up after games? We need some spice in your hockey romance plot!"

"Oh my god, I rather drown than fuck that man. You do realise he has fangirls chasing after him? They'll choke me in my sleep if I slept with him,"

Yunjin wrapped her arm around you. "I'll choke you first if you don't bag that man. He's tall, hockey captain, hot most importantly," she winked. "One down part is that I'm pretty sure he used to fuck around quite a lot too. But then a messy hook up traumatised him,"

"How so?"

"She was crazy from what I heard. That's why no fangirls will come at you for revenge, they know he's a whore, but they'll just line up instead," she led you out to a flight of stairs, where there were some questionable couples making out, but that didn't stop you and Yunjin from sitting on the landing.

"Totally not a red flag," you said sarcastically. "I don't know how to feel about him. He was nice, quite flirty. Maybe he's like those Wattpad cliches where he's actually a nice guy?" You said, sipping onto the drink Yunjin got you.

"Who knows? Judging from the past rumours I've heard here and there, he definitely was a manwhore, but he’s also a sweet and genuine one," Yunjin clicked her tongue. "I did hear he's quite a sweetheart aside from his fuckboy tendencies."

"A manwhore with a kind heart! Just my type!" You clapped your hands and Yunjin chuckled at your comment. “Anyway, I swore I'm done with hockey boys a long time ago. I don't want to like him,"

Ice hockey has always been one of your favourite sports, but hockey boys? They were a whole different story for you. A core memory from highschool that you wished to never revisit was the fact that you had your heart broken by a hockey boy. He was considered your first love, a best friend, that ended up breaking your trust.

"This is why you should date a footballer,"

You snapped out of your momentary daze, looking up to meet Jake Sim’s eyes.

“Present to me a perfect candidate then,” Yunjin crossed her arms, frowning at Jake. She wasn't a big fan of him, considering his notorious playboy tendencies, but over time he did gradually warm up to her.

"Me!"

"I'll rip your head off first before you get a chance with Y/N,"

"Ouch,"

You and Yunjin shared a look, then burst out laughing.

"What's up, Sim? Do you have something for me?" You questioned Jake, wondering what his purpose was for his sudden appearance.

"Nothing, I'm just bored," he said plainly, though you and Yunjin were a little unconvinced.

"Okay? Any games coming up?"

"It's currently a short break for us. I'm glad or else my legs will snap in half soon," Jake pouted, resembling a puppy, which you couldn't help but find endearing. "You should totally come and learn to kick some footballs soon. Jake Sim is always up for some training," he winked.

"I'll be the next running candidate to take over Messi, right?" Yunjin joked and you nudged her side, giggling.

"Only if you learn at Jake Sim's personal training," he shrugged, a small smirk on his face. "Anyway, I really want to watch the hockey team and I heard you guys were regulars. Mind if I join?"

You raised an eyebrow at Yunjin, shooting her a wordless question. Yunjin scrunched her nose, thinking for a moment before shrugging. All while that was happening, Jake was just standing there staring, a little unimpressed.

"Hello? I don't appreciate this mind linking conversation that I'm not a part of," he placed his hands on his hips, his head tilted to the side.

"Alright, sorry," Yunjin mumbled.

"Fine, you can tag along," you said, watching the boy before you grin.

"Let's go!"

"IS IT NORMAL TO BE FREEZING COLD HERE?"

Jake had his arms around himself, shivering slightly even though he was already in layers. You and Yunjin followed the boy to your seats as he marvelled at the size of the rink.

"I barely watch hockey games, I'm more of a summer sports kinda guy," he tucked his hands into his jacket pockets.

"Well, it's just your lucky day, you'll be witnessing a win too," Yunjin winked, passing you a knowing glance.

"How do you know?"

"Team captain over there–" Yunjin nodded over at Heeseung, who was practising on the rink with the team, looking good as always, which only further annoyed you. "–made a deal with Y/N. I'm sure his determination will mix well with his competitiveness,"

Yunjin glanced over at you, a small smirk on her face. "And here he comes," she sang and you whipped your head just in time to meet his eyes.

Heeseung skated over, a small smile on his face. You felt Yunjin nudging your side in excitement and you slapped her hands away, ignoring her giddy expression and you returned a lopsided smile to Heeseung.

“Y/N!” you managed to hear his muffled voice through the glass, which he tapped on a couple times to get your full attention.

“I’m going to score one for you tonight,” you were surprised with the determined glint in his eyes, proving Yunjin's statement immediately, and after a quick wave from him, he skated away to join his team, preparing for the game to start.

Jake whistled, fanning himself. “I definitely felt the tension.”

“Shut up.”

The second period ended with a draw, both teams were not willing to back down for just a little, even creating small brawls on ice from time to time, causing the tension to be heightened. The third period was equally heart stopping and gut twisting. You had to occasionally grip Yunjin's arm whenever there was a close chance to score.

There was a sudden switch in the atmosphere, the home team had dominated possession of the puck, the blades of their skates working overtime trying to reach the other end to the opponent’s goal post. One hit after another, the puck travelled from one player’s hockey stick to another, until it reached star player Park Sunghoon, who had defenders swarming him and it left him no choice but to pass to his captain, Lee Heeseung.

With one swift hit to the oncoming puck from Sunghoon, it shot into the back of the net, leaving the goalie absolutely defenceless. The arena erupted with shouts and cheers, not expecting the sudden turnover from their home team, the speakers were blaring music, followed by announcing Heeseung’s name, which was welcomed with deafening screams. Shamelessly, you, Jake and Yunjin were part of the screams, clapping and jumping.

The team jumped onto Heeseung, but somehow, he escaped them all and started skating towards your direction, pointing his stick at you and shooting a wink. 'For you' he mouthed slyly at you before rejoining his teammates.

“See, I told you Heeseung will win it for Y/N,” Yunjin said, seemingly pleased.

“MVP,” Jake clapped, a shocked expression on his face.

You, on the other hand, were trying to digest everything that just happened. The moment where he dedicated the goal to you had you unintentionally blushing, realising a sudden change in feelings. Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t be so bad if you gave him a chance. Countless thoughts swarmed your head even until the end of the game.

Now, here you were, waiting for Heeseung at the parking lot, your friends peeking in the car from a distance.

Yunjin shot you an encouraging thumbs up while Jake only laughed at Yunjin’s efforts. You glared at them, waving them off and you reciprocated back with a middle finger. That’s when you heard a rough cough behind you. Fuck.

“Y/N?”

You turned around slowly, looking as though you were just caught in the middle of commiting something you're not supposed to. “Heeseung,” you laughed nervously. "Congrats on the game! You played well,”

“Thank you,” Heeseung grinned. “I’m glad you came. I mean, you always do, what am I even saying?” he rambled, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.

You couldn't help laughing, finding the way he got nervous was cute. He was cute too. Undeniable. "That was a nice goal by the way,"

"Well, I did say I wanted to score one specifically for you. I'm a man of my words, you know?" He chuckled, getting shy eventually. "I'm glad you liked it though,"

"Of course I did," you gave him a small smile, fidgeting your fingers slightly.

He straightened up, regaining his composure. “So … our deal,”

“You’re lucky I like you enough to actually stick to it,” you grumbled, shoving your hand into your pocket to dig out the piece of paper.

“You like me, huh?”

“Not in that way yet,”

“‘Yet’. So I do have a chance. I’m happy to know,”

“Do you want my number or a black eye?” you threatened rather unseriously, a teasing tone laced in your words.

“I’d prefer a kiss, but your number shall do for now,” he grabbed the small note from your hand, unwrapping it to find a candy in it. “Apple flavoured, what a nice surprise,” he mumbled under his breath.

“You’re cute, you truly have a way to my heart huh?” he looked up from the candy, storing away your number safely into his pocket.

You caught yourself speechless from his words. On average, you were typically unfazed by these comments. Countless boys had tried them on you and all of them turned out to feel icky instead of making you kick your feet, giggling. But this time, Heeseung proved you wrong.

"Coming from Lee Heeseung himself, should I be flattered?" You tried your best to stay nonchalant, keeping your heart rate down as much as you can.

"I don't know? You tell me," Heeseung leaned down, his face close to you now, making you slowly grow flustered.

"Count me a little flattered," you took the clothes from the other night from your bag, pushing it into Heeseung's hands, catching him off guard. "Here, relay my thanks to your friend,"

"Only to my friend? What about me?" Heeseung crossed his arms, staring accusingly at you.

"My number already counts as a ‘thanks’, doesn’t it?"

Heeseung narrowed his eyes at you, a smile itching at the corner of his lips. “Not enough. A date might suffice,”

“You are demanding, Lee Heeseung,” you huffed, but not rejecting his suggestion either.

“I’ll text you, pretty girl. I have a plan in mind, so you better clear your schedules,”

“Alright, captain.”

“FOR ONCE, I DON'T REGRET COMING TO A PARTY YOU SELECTED,”

You’ve always avoided frat parties, specifically frat boys, but this time, Yunjin managed to accomplish the unexpected by convincing you to a frat party. You had to admit, there was a small motive behind your agreement, which was to visit the richest frat house on the campus. Free expensive booze, a big pool, big everything, it was definitely going to be more than a party. All you had to do was avoid the frat boys and your night shall be made.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Yunjin snapped, but you were too busy checking out the vicinity to listen to her grumbles.

“They have a huge ass yard and pool,” you whispered to Yunjin, weaving through the growing crowd. The house was too extravagant, even the air in there seemed richer. The tiles were completely marbled, there were stairs leading up to almost four floors. You wondered how it was even owned by a frat.

“This is a rich frat, what did you expect?”

“Touche.”

You and Yunjin didn’t bother waiting for a second before taking some pregame shots. The vodka burned your throat, making you wince a little, but it didn't stop you from more. The moment Jake found the two of you, it was already clear you were already on the way to being completely shit-faced.

"Oh come on, you already started without me?" Jake whined, downing two shots of vodka straight.

"Couldn't resist," Yunjin pressed her lips into a thin line, shrugging slightly.

"Also, did you guys hear?" Jake leaned in, dropping his voice. "The hockey team from our rival school is coming to this party,"

"What?" You hissed, frowning slightly. "Who invited their asses?"

"I don't know," Jake shrugged, picking up another glass of alcohol from a tray.

"Speaking of hockey," Yunjin cleared her throat, passing you a knowing smirk. "Aren't you going to find Heeseung?"

"I–why would I?" You stammard, avoiding Yunjin's piercing gaze.

"He's clearly into you. Didn't you see him pulling that stunt that day? Scoring a goal for you and winning just for your number? That's the most commitment I've seen from him or just any man in general,"

"Hear hear," Jake raised his glass in agreement, then proceeded to down it without a second thought.

"I'll see what happens tonight," you said, but your eyes decided to go against you, unconsciously scanning the room hoping to see him.

"Tonight will be full of opportunities," Yunjin marvelled, throwing her arm around your shoulder and winking. "If you know what I mean," she whispered.

"The first you'll see is me getting drunk, not getting laid," you let out an exasperated sigh, pursing your lips and pausing as something caught your eyes. You furrowed your eyebrows, instantly noticing a group of guys filing into the room. They must be the rival team Jake had mentioned.

“Must be them,” Yunjin pointed out, taking a big gulp from her cup. Jake whipped his head around, scanning the group of guys that were yelling loudly, dabbing up one another and seemingly unlikeable as a whole.

He made a sour expression. “Great, hockey jocks,”

“As though your group of football guys are any better,” Yunjin quipped, only earning a sharp glare from Jake and he cleared his throat, gaze focused on a specific person.

“That guy there must be their captain,” he nodded at the group and you had to squint your eyes to see who Jake had his attention trained at. Almost immediately, your smile dropped, along with your heart. It was him.

You froze the moment your eyes landed on a tall figure, it definitely was him. He stood out from the rest, being the taller and bulkier one with messy hair and undeniable charm from the way he was already surrounded by different girls. Yup, that’s 100% Matthew, your high school lover, the hockey boy that traumatised your love life.

“Oh fuck me,” you cursed under your breath, the other two turning to stare at you.

“You want to fuck him?” Jake shrieked in surprise and Yunjin slapped the back of his head, causing the boy to hiss in pain, silently cursing.

“No, dipshit. That’s her …” she glanced at you and you nodded, giving her a green flag to continue, “ex.”

“Him? Matthew Son? Your ex?” Jake was flabbergasted, panning back and forth between your ex and you.

“Unfortunately. High school ex, to be exact,” you grumbled, pushing away the ill thoughts and bitter feelings that lingered for Mathew. You were a new person, you were never someone to be stuck in the past, you weren’t about to be affected by him. Never.

“I might need more drinks,” you rubbed the side of your head, slipping away before the other two could even say anything. Though the voice in your head was constantly affirming that his presence wasn’t affecting you, you still couldn’t help feeling unnerved. Seeing him was unnerving too.

The kitchen was unsurprisingly glamorous and the space was huge. Everything in there screamed fancy and expensive. The counter was made from marble, cupboards were also probably made from high quality wood and the wide variety of food in there could literally make it resemble a grocery store. Best of yet, you had it all to yourself. For once, your ex made himself useful enough by helping you attract everyone to the main room.

You spotted some leftover bottles of gin and decided to give your bartender skills some try. It wasn’t your first rodeo thanks to Yunjin. Ever since she started bringing you to parties and being someone who’s easily impressed, you found yourself learning some tips and tricks on how to mix drinks from a rando in a party one day. Soon, it became your favourite party activity.

It was quite peaceful being all by yourself. The songs playing on the speakers reverberated across the house, but you didn’t mind it as you mixed a concoction of gin and juice on the counter, praying it would turn out fine.

“You’re here?”

You turned around at the sound of the voice, almost toppling over your glass in shock, but the moment you met a familiar set of doe eyes, you released a breath of relief, your heart unknowingly beating faster.

“You’re here too? I thought no parties for Mr Hockey?” you leaned back onto the counter as he walked to your side.

“Thought I’d give myself an off day after yesterday’s win,” Heeseung shrugged, glancing at you from time to time. “Surprisingly, I always see you at every party I go to,”

“I was dragged to every said party by force,” you thought of the she-devil, Yunjin, who somehow successfully convinced you to attend every party with her. “Do you want a drink?” you offered, nodding towards your half made drink.

“You’re making them?” Heeseung eyed the bottles.

“I am a woman of many talents,” you said smugly, continuing your drink mixing, feeling Heeseung’s piercing stare on you.

“A woman who wouldn’t poison me right?” he peeked over your shoulder, closing in on your face, his body only inches away from yours till the point where you could feel the heat radiating off him. Lee Heeseung definitely knew what he was doing.

“You’re doubting my abilities now then?” you kept your cool, pouring alcohol into a new glass for Heeseung.

He smiled. “Just trying to make sure,” he murmured into your ears and you could tell he was enjoying teasing you. Sly fucker.

“No promises,” your voice came out in a whisper, turning a little to the side to meet his pair of bambi eyes and your breath hitched suddenly upon realising how close the two of you were, you were only an inch apart from touching each other’s noses. You were scared to move even the slightest, shying gradually from his eyes sweeping your features.

“What if I said I wanted to kiss you,”

You scoffed, growing immune to his charms. “I thought you were a gentleman, Lee? No candlelit dinner first?”

He cracked a grin, chuckling slightly. “Sometimes I skip that part and jump to dessert first,” he winked and you rolled your eyes, pushing his face away and he burst out laughing. “I’m playing with you. I’m obviously a gentleman, can’t you tell?”

You hummed, raising an eyebrow at him in scepticism. “I can’t.”

“You love breaking my heart, Y/N. I’m hurt,” he frowns, feigning innocence as he laid his head on your shoulder, clutching at his chest and you found yourself smiling unknowingly at his dramatics.

You decided to play along, patting Heeseung’s head in so called “comfort”. “Oh, what can I do to fix your broken heart, Heeseung?” you exclaimed.

“Come to Jay’s birthday party with me?” he stared up at you with pleading eyes. Those bambi eyes will eventually be the death of you.

"Why?"

You've heard of Jay Park one too many times. From the campus cafes to the local club, he was everywhere, and you didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. He was another one of the popular hockey players from Heeseung's team which you've seen at almost every party you attended ever since your first year.

Yunjin told you only one thing upon seeing Jay Park: "don't meddle with him" and you've stuck to it.

"That's a bold invitation," you considered for a moment, still quite unconvinced. "Isn't it just a bro only party?"

"He's the one asking us to bring a plus one," Heeseung huffed, removing his head from your shoulder, a small pout on his face. "Worse part is that it's in a club,"

"Are you trying to persuade me or dissuade me?"

"What I mean is, I'll be with you there. It's also a VIP lounge given how loaded Jay is and knowing him, he probably rented it out too. Plus, they'll finally get to meet the girl who cussed them out!"

You buried your head into your hands in shame, embarrassment burning your cheeks red. "You can't be serious,"

"Unfortunately, I am. But they'll love you, don't worry, pretty,"

You glared at him while he only returned a cheeky grin back at you. “Fine,” you groaned out, ultimately succumbing to his words, unable to deny the effect he had on you. Curse him. “When and what time?”

“Next Saturday night,” his grin widened at your words, satisfaction washed over his face. “I’ll pick you up at 7?”

“Sounds good,”

“That’s that then,” he glanced over at his shoulders, hearing faint shouts of his name outside of the kitchen and passed you an apologetic smile, as if expressing that it was a shame he couldn’t stay longer and you couldn’t lie, you wanted him to stay longer. “Remember to send me your address, gorgeous.” he waved his phone in the air before backing away and disappearing out the door.

It was about to be a long week ahead.

“SET ME UP WITH ONE OF THEM, PLEASE. I NEED THE MONEY,”

Saturday, to your dismay, unfortunately and eventually arrived. You didn’t know whether to be excited or absolutely dread the party, a certain feeling of anxiety clawing at your insides just when you think about meeting new people. Yunjin could only roll her eyes at you as she added more eyeshadow.

“It already sends shivers down my spine thinking that I’ll be speaking to them in person and you expect me to go ‘hey guys, my friend needs someone to be her sugar daddy, you up’?” you deadpanned, applying a layer of lip gloss.

“That’s exactly it,” Yunjin smiled pleasantly and you feigned gagging, making Yunjin laugh and almost poking the mascara wand into your eyes. “Also, do you consider this a date?”

“He did say he wanted to take me out, but having him take me to a club as a date? I don’t think he’s the sleazy type to do so. I take it as him taking me as his date … like a friendly invite,”

“Friendly invite?” Yunjin exclaimed incredulously, inching closer to check on the details of your makeup. “Did you see the way he looks at you? There's nothing friendly about that, he’s hooked,”

“You’re giving me false hope, Jen,” you sighed, standing up to change into an outfit Yunjin picked which, in her words,was definitely ‘life changing enough to have Heeseung on his knees’.

“Not false hope if it’s literally just the truth,” Yunjin shrugged, helping to clasp a necklace around your neck. “Come on, give me a twirl,” she squealed excitedly once you were done struggling balancing on one leg putting on the dress and shoes.

You complied with Yunjin’s request, begrudgingly giving her a small twirl. At the same time, you took the chance to glance down at your dress, satisfied that for once an impulsive purchase benefited you. The dress was a shade of midnight blue, hugging your body tight and showing off your curves in the best way as if it was custom made. All in all, as Yunjin would describe, it was simply ‘pants dropping’.

At the ‘ping’ of your notification, you saw a text from Heeseung saying he had already arrived and your heart jumped. With one swift hug from Yunjin and an ‘encouraging’ saying along the lines of ‘hooking up’ and ‘protection’, you were pushed out of the door and soon into Heeseung’s car.

“Hi, pretty girl,” Heeseung greeted, a half smile on his face as his hands rested on the steering wheel. He paused when his eyes landed on your figure, his gaze sweeping you from top to bottom, making you a little self conscious. He whistled under his breath, blinking slowly.

“Eyes up here,” you stared pointedly at him, crossing your arms, but you had to admit, you were checking him out shamelessly as well, the smell of his vanilla cologne in the air and his loose button up shirt wasn’t helping either.

“My bad. I was just admiring you. You look pretty,” he turned his attention back to the road, heading to wherever the club was located, just in time to not notice the slight blush to your cheeks.

“Really? You don’t look too bad yourself either, Lee,”

“Why thank you. I’m flattered,” he shot you a wink and you could only roll your eyes at his antics.

The rest of the conversation continued in a casual flow, making you feel at ease and your anxiety eventually lessened. The jokes he cracked made you laugh and with the way he answered your questions, you knew he wasn’t anything like the playboy people made him up to be. As much as you hated to admit, you were giving him the benefit of the doubt. Will it hurt you? Maybe.

After Heeseung pulled the car into park, you got out and you were instantly in awe at the exterior of the club. This was in fact a place where rich kids party, judging from the amount of ferraris, mercedes and other luxurious cars parked outside, you made sure to keep yourself away from the snobby rich kids or who knows, Yunjin’s wish might even be granted tonight.

Wordlessly, Heeseung offered you his hand and you intertwined your fingers with his, letting him guide you further into the club as you pushed yourself through the crowd, and soon arrived in a large room that was almost the size of someone’s living room. “You’re kidding,” you murmured, amazed by the size of the room and the decorations littered across every wall.

“Told you Jay was blessed with money,” he leaned down to whisper in your ear, shooting a sweet smile.

“I should set him up with Yunjin,” you said thoughtlessly and Heeseung chuckled.

“He’ll like that roommate of yours,”

“Heeseung!”

You were interrupted by an approaching figure who was easily recognizable with that head of freshly dyed white hair. Park Sunghoon, another ace of the hockey team. Thanks to Yunjin’s valiant effort in finding every player’s instagram profile, you were now able to recognise who was who.

“Hoon!” Heeseung greeted back, giving his best friend a side hug.

Unfortunately for you, Sunghoon was quick to turn his attention to you instead. “Y/N right? Heard many good things about you,” he extended his hand, a sneaky grin on his face.

You accepted his handshake, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at his words. “That’s me,”

“You’re a regular at the hockey games, how are they?” Sunghoon kept you company now that Heeseung went away to greet the others, but you didn’t mind, finding yourself growing comfortable with the Jack Frost look alike.

“Do you wish to listen to my boring five hour analysis on each game?”

“I think it would be longer than five hours,”

“Exactly,” you clicked your tongue, then narrowed your eyes in suspicion at him. “Plus, how do you know I’m a regular? It’s not like I score front row seats every game,”

Sunghoon glanced around as if searching for anyone who’s eavesdropping, then he gestured for you to come closer, which you did, though clearly confused. “I think Heeseung will kill me for saying this,”

“Why?” you whispered back, your smile twisting into a frown. “Oh god, is Heeseung a stalker?”

“What?” it was Sunghoon’s turn to be utterly confused, staring back at you as though you’re the crazy one. He shook his head. “Heeseung might fool around sometimes but he’s definitely not a stalker or a Ted Bundy wannabe.”

“Thank heavens,” you let out a sigh of relief, but Sunghoon definitely wasn’t done yet.

“Anyway, what I was about to say was, Heeseung has always paid attention to you, Y/N. English class, hockey games, he’s got sharp eyes, ace for a reason eh? He’s genuine about you. Believe me, I’ve heard about you since day one, and I mean this in a nice way, but I’m sick of him constantly talking about you without doing anything at all,” a small grin appeared on Sunghoon’s devilishly handsome features.

“I must admit, he was a player, but I can see he’s changing and I don’t think it’ll hurt to give him a chance. He’s a sweetheart, so just don’t break his heart, will you?” he glanced behind his shoulders, noticing Heeseung entering the room with one of his teammates and a girl. “Heeseung’s back and I know he’s going to kill me if he finds out. It’s nice meeting you, Y/N. My date’s here, see you!”

Sunghoon gave you a small pat on the shoulder before walking away, leaving your head in a frenzy state. Lee Heeseung, captain of the hockey team, the school’s ace and pride, basically Mr Popular, was into you? Yunjin was going to strangle you in either excitement or surprise when she found out.

“What were you guys talking about?” he slithered smoothly to your side, bumping your shoulder gently.

“Hockey. Was wondering if he wanted an analysis on each game,”

Heeseung grinned, shaking his head gently. “You’re a menace,”

There were basically zero chances to be alone together, which you suddenly craved after Sunghoon basically dropped a big bomb on you, till now you still couldn’t swallow. Heeseung had you close to his side as he introduced you to each of his teammates and their dates, including the birthday boy Jay, and somehow all of them remembered you from that fateful night on Friday.

“So, how did you meet our dear Heeseung here?” Jay wiggled his eyebrows, passing you a glass of champagne that probably costs way more than you imagine.

“Oh, it was magical, I fell into his arms and he confessed his love for me,” you sighed dreamily, fanning yourself. At your words, Jay nudged you, a wide smile on his face and you waved your hand, stifling your giggles. “Kidding, it would totally be a wattpad cliche if that happened. He’s in my English class and we met at a party,”

“I’m surprised he’s somewhat won you over,” he raised a questionable eyebrow at you. “You are aware of how he was right? Or are you the type to scream and cry after figuring out his past fuckboy history?”

You gave him an unamused stare. “If I minded his past, I wouldn’t be here anyway. But he does seem like a changed person, I’ve heard stories from my roommate and they were … interesting,”

Jay let out a soft laugh at that. “I can tell he’s serious about you, trust me, he’s the type to not back down when he sets his mind to something. Let his hockey be an example,” he shrugged. “I know my best friend, Y/N. Unless he fucks up then I’ll punch him for you,”

You placed a hand on your chest, a bemused grin lit up your features. “You’re truly a gentleman, Jay,”

“Hey, I’m supposed to be your gentleman!” Heeseung appeared behind you, his arm thrown around your shoulder. If you could explode right now, you would. The amount of skinship you had with Heeseung was unhealthy and unknowingly, you found yourself succumbing to it each time. “Let’s go to the dancefloor outside? The guys really want to go,”

Now you were in the middle of the dancefloor, swaying your body to the beat of whatever song the DJ was playing and it was nice that it felt like you were in your own world, carelessly and mindlessly dancing to your heart’s content. You were surrounded by the boys’ dates, who you’ve found yourself befriending quickly, while Heeseung was nowhere to be seen after dancing for only a few minutes. Rude.

“Hi,” you snapped your head to find Jay squeezing through towards you, trying his best to not get his expensive shoe stepped on. “Where’s Heeseung?”

“That’s a question I’d like to ask too. He’s definitely not with me though. I thought he was with you at first … but I guess not,” you shrugged, frowning slightly as you wondered where that man would have run off to.

“I thought he was with you,” Jay huffed, annoyance clear in his features. “I swear if he’s out there wasted, coach is going to—wait…” he faltered, his gaze trailed over your head and being naturally curious, you followed his gaze, turning around and from a distance, you couldn’t tell what Jay was even looking at, until you pinpoint a familiar someone in a dress shirt you saw not long before.

There he was, sitting at the bar, back facing the dancing floor as he sat close to a girl, whispering into each others’ ears and laughing. You swore you didn’t care, but the heart doesn’t lie, you were jealous and it wasn’t helping how Sunghoon was just saying Heeseung was serious about you only hours before this. It was comical.

“Oh,” Jay said under his breath, taking a big gulp from the glass in his hand.

“Yeah, ‘oh’,” you said flatly, not realising you were practically shooting daggers into the back of Lee Heeseung’s head. Jay let out a small laugh that eventually turned into a cough once he saw you giving him a side eye, an apologetic smile appearing on his face.

“You know, Y/N, I have a plan,” his smile slowly turned into a smirk and it dawned on you, Park Jong Seong’s gears were in work and you didn’t know what you’re about to get yourself into. “Don’t give me that look, my plans are the best,”

Your frown deepened, resuming to give Jay a sceptical look as his smile continued to get more playful. Oh you were in for a treat. “Why don’t we make Heeseung … jealous? I mean, it is clear that he likes you, a little push won’t hurt can it?”

“Have you been watching too many romcoms?” you shot him a look of exasperation, noticing the similarity between him and Yunjin. One was already enough, you didn't need two. Jay nudged you softly, wiggling his eyebrows in encouragement for disaster.

“I bet you the moment he sees you with me, he’s going to burst and before you know it, you’ll be celebrating your one year anniversary—”

You held a hand up, silencing Jay before he could continue further. You started chewing on your bottom lip, a small habit of yours, as you found yourself in disbelief once these words left your lips. “Fine, why not?”

Jay shot you a wink, closing in on you and you placed a hand on his chest, raising an eyebrow. “No funny business, Jay,”

“You have no faith in me. It’s common bro code to not get with your best friend’s girl,”

You let Jay dance close to you, appreciating the fact that he was maintaining a respectful distance to you, setting a clear boundary between the both of you. Contrary to popular beliefs, he might actually seem not too bad. “I feel like Lee Heeseung might’ve been peeking at us,”

“You think so?”

Jay glanced at the direction of the bar, catching Heeseung’s piercing gaze and he smirked, leaning close to you. “Oh, he’s so watching us,”

"You're kidding," you turned around, still moving your body to the music, squinting your eyes to find Heeseung staring back at you, jaw clenched and lips pressed into a flat line, practically glaring daggers into Jay's head.

"You're not," you said mindlessly, hearing Jay burst out laughing behind you, but it all faded to grey as your eyes followed Heeseung's figure disappear behind a corner.

"He's leaving," you spun around, meeting Jay's panicked expression. "I'll go find him,"

"Did our plan work a little too well?"

"We’ll find out soon," you patted Jay's shoulder, whispering a quick thanks before welcoming the challenge of squeezing past sweaty bodies.

You figured Heeseung was heading back to the private room from the looks of where he was going, so you followed his trail around the corner, stumbling slightly and immediately regretting the amount of drinks you had. In the very next moment, you regretted more than just the drinks, you were contemplating your existence.

"Y/N?"

Son Matthew was staring back at your limp figure leaning against the wall for support, a mix of shock and confusion in his face. You, on the other hand, was about to sink into the ground in shame. Being tipsy and struggling to stand was already a moment you would never want anyone to see, let alone your cheating ex.

You cleared your throat, gripping onto the wall to straighten up, avoiding his wandering eyes as much as you could. The awkward tension in the air was palpable, you were aware how rigid the man before you was and you knew he probably didn’t think of bumping into you here out of nowhere.

“So…how are you—”

“Save the small talk please,” you interjected, sighing deeply at the usual post breakup ‘how are you’s and awkward catching up.

“Look, I never got to apologise and I know you hate me for it—”

“Of course I do!” you exclaimed, getting heated gradually and the alcohol in your system wasn’t helping one bit. “I walked in on you and her in the bedroom and you expect me to stand there to wait for your apology? It’s the fact that you never bothered to apologise after anyway,”

He looked down in shame, knowing every word you said was true and undeniable, meanwhile his silence only hurt you further. First loves always hurt, and seeing him here again after many years made you realise that you truly deserved way more than a hockey jock like him.

“I’m playing against your school’s team next week,” he said weakly, trying to change the subject. Great, another day to dread when it was supposed to be you and your best friend’s day.

“Good luck,” you didn’t know what to say, finding yourself in an awkward position. “Or not really,”

Matthew nodded slowly, clearly getting uncomfortable and you were too. “So, are you talking to someone now—”

“Yeah, she is,”

You felt an arm snaking its way around your shoulder, tensing for a minute until you realised whose voice it was.

“Lee Heeseung?” Matthew’s demeanour changed in a flash, suddenly seeming more spiteful and filled with jealousy. This was giving you deja vus of the red flags you’ve experienced in your past relationship. It made you feel sick.

“Son Matthew,” Heeseung cooed, eyeing him readily. Heeseung and Matthew had always been somewhat rivals ever since they started playing hockey. Matthew had mentioned a ‘rival’ once too many times in the past and lucky you, you were able to piece it together after entering college where you’d watched their teams play against each other once for a cup competition.

“Long time no see,” Heeseung said coolly, a small smirk on his face as he stared back at your ex, whose expression was twisting into a foul look. “Ready for the next game?”

At Heeseung’s mocking tone, Matthew scoffed. “You haven’t changed, eh? Still the usual overconfident Lee Heeseung,”

“They don’t call me ‘ace’ for no reason, right? Hey, I deserve some bragging rights,” you rolled your eyes at Heeseung’s words, which seemed to tick your ex further. He really knows how to rile someone up, doesn’t he?

“See you on the ice,” Matthew grumbled, walking past Heeseung and you, making sure to mumble ‘jerk’ loud enough for Heeseung to hear, prompting him to let out a laugh as he waved your ex tauntingly goodbye.

“How friendly,” Heeseung gritted out through a forced smile, his eyebrows furrowed, obviously annoyed but then he turned to you, a quizzical look replacing his previous agitated expression. “How do you know this guy? He’s a complete douche,”

“He’s my ex,” you admitted not so happily, noticing the slight surprise in Heeseung’s face.

“He wasn’t trying to do anything to you right?” Heeseung asked at once, his eyes flashed with worry as they darted around your face to your body. You softened at his words, shaking your head and reaching over to take his hand in yours.

“I’m fine, really. It was really awkward though,” you tried to laugh it off, but in reality you were so ready to dig yourself a grave. “You’re not wrong, he is a jerk and I don’t know what I even saw in him when he literally cheated on me,”

“Speaks a lot about his character for being so shit off and on ice. I’m sorry, Y/N, you deserved more than someone like him,” Heeseung squeezed your hand gently, passing you a consoling smile.

“It’s alright, Hee, I’ve gotten over him years ago. I hope you guys beat his ass next game,” you swung his hand lightly, beaming at his presence, but not noticing the fact that he was trying his best to hide a smile.

Heeseung cleared his throat. “I’ll trash him for you, Y/N,”

“Sounds like another challenge. I’ll take you up on it,” you smirked.

“You have to stop tormenting me, I swear,” Heeseung sighed wearily at your antics, but he couldn’t resist a lopsided grin. “Anyway, where were you even going?”

“To get a drink,” you blatantly lied through your teeth, unwilling to admit that you were actually looking for him. There’s one thing that Yunjin always preached and it was to never let a man know you’re chasing him. In times like this, you were about to listen to her teachings.

“You had fun dancing with Jay?” Heeseung smoothly brought up, completely having zero intentions of either sugar coating nor hiding his jealousy, and you were stunned by his straightforwardness, a small grin tugging at your lips.

“He offered me company, so I took up that offer. Someone here was off flirting with someone else, no? I thought you were a gentleman?” you said teasingly, but in secret, you had to admit you were a little upset. Just a little.

Heeseung stared back at you, a look of amusement and deadpan on his face.“I wasn’t flirting, Y/N. She was asking what drink I got since it looked funky and being the gentleman I am—” he gave you a smirk and winked, “— I answered her question, but she couldn’t hear me so I had to lean in. It’s genuinely a misunderstanding from someone else’s point of view,”

Noticing the slight lingering doubt in your features, he smiled at you reassuringly, throwing his arm around you and started guiding you back to the private room. “You do know I’m yours for the night, right? I won’t leave you for someone else. I told you I’ll have you by my side and I’ll stick to it,”

“Just for tonight?” you said curiously, peering up at him.

“What are you trying to say, Y/N?” he raised his eyebrow at you quizzically, but you just brushed it off, flushing a little at your own words, meanwhile Heeseung sneaked a small smile after noticing your panicky behaviour.

“Let me take you home,” Heeseung offered, pushing the door open to a room scattered with people here and there, some making out on the couch and some at the corner having small talks. The contrast was certainly there.

“What about the whole birthday celebration for Jay? Cake?”

“Oh he’s too drunk for that,” Heeseung waved his hand dismissively, as if this was a common occurrence. “Sunghoon will help him out, don’t worry,”

“If you say so … then I won’t decline your kind offer,” you furrowed your eyebrows, pursed your lips and stared pointedly at Heeseung. “Did you drink?”

“Mocktails, Y/N, mocktails. I’ve been pulled over before and trust me, I want none of that again,”

“Bad boy Heeseung … interesting,” you nodded slightly, a mischievous smirk on your face, to which was met with Heeseung unamused laugh.

“I’ll dump you here if you call me that again,” he huffed, picking up your jacket and bag.

“What happened to being yours for the night?” you said in a sing-song tone, looping your arm around his and pulled him through the door, making sure to wave a half-drunk Jay along the way out.

“Might have to make some adjustments then.”

“Mean.”

NEVER IN YOUR DREAMS WOULD YOU EXPECT YUNJIN TO absolutely embarrass Heeseung the moment he dropped you off at your doorstep. But that was exactly what had happened. 

"Oh Heeseung," Yunjin opened the door with a hand placed on her hip, staring straight at Heeseung with a vague smile.

"Uh … hi?" Heeseung greeted back with uncertainty, panning back and forth between you and your roommate.

"Kissed Y/N yet?" 

You and Heeseung immediately froze on the spot, blinking in question back at Yunjin, and you swore to yourself that you couldn't take anymore embarrassing moments for the night or else you'll soon be six feet under. You felt heat travelling up to your face and embarrassment crawling onto your skin.

"Well! Goodnight, Heeseung. Thanks for the ride!" you instantly pushed Yunjin back inside, closing the door but just enough for you to peek your head out.

"Don't mind her, she likes to think … outside the box sometimes!" you whispered to him, an apologising half smile on your face and ears burning a scarlet red, which Heeseung mirrored and finally after a last goodbye, he left and you were alone with Yunjin.

"I'll kill you, Huh Yunjin."

"Fuck."

It's been a few days since that interesting exchange and you've already texted Heeseung about it, being able to sigh a breath of relief when he was cool about it and sparing the trouble of chasing Yunjin around. Soon, with the mountain load of work, it was already Friday night hockey in a blink of an eye.

“You whore! You lying whore," Yunjin hissed, sucking her teeth. "I heard a specific someone is done with hockey boys? Is she in the room with us now?”

You were caught guilty at once, passing Yunjin a dirty look as you pulled Heeseung's jersey over your head. "It just … happened. Oh my God, am I actually in love?"

"Let's not jump to conclusions first, genius," Yunjin poked your forehead. "Do you like him?"

"Yes."

"No hesitation. I've truly lost you to him, huh?"

"You're always my number one, Jen," you rolled your eyes at her antics, picking your stuff up and starting to make your way out to the arena with Yunjin clinging onto your arm.

“But the problem now is who’s going to make the move first?” Yunjin hummed, chewing thoughtfully on her bottom lip.

“I’m hoping he would,”

“Why don't you do it?”

“This isn’t the first day we’ve been friends, Jen,”

“Right …”

Being somebody who's afraid of confrontation, you find yourself stuck in the middle. Currently torn between wondering if you were finally ready for something new and worrying if Heeseung would treat you right. 'He's serious about you' rang in your head from time to time and you couldn't lie, you started reciprocating the interest he had in you over time.

"If you like him, just go for him," Yunjin spoke out of the blue after a moment of silence, as if reading your thoughts and sensing something off. "I'm serious, Y/N. He's a nice, genuine guy, and seeing the way he treats you, you deserve someone that gives you their all,"

"Yunjin I'll cry right now," you stopped in your tracks, pouting at your best friend while she could only laugh, throwing her arms around you and continuing to drag you towards the arena.

"Aren't they playing our rival team today?" Yunjin recalled, frowning a little upon realisation. "That means he's there too, no?"

"Unfortunately," you pressed your lips into a thin line, breathing out slowly. "You do remember me telling you that Heeseung and I bumped into him at the party right?"

“Yeah?”

“They’re definitely going to cause a scene tonight, I can feel it in my bones,” 

“It’s not that serious,”

“Remember Matthew’s lifelong rival since high school that I’ve mentioned before?”

“Don’t tell me it’s …”

“Heeseung. Small world, right?”

Yunjin raised her eyebrows in surprise, whistling quietly under her breath. "Quite unexpected," she said breathlessly, not realising that you were now already at the arena. "I'd love a fight,"

"You just love chaos,"

"And you're right," Yunjin smiled sweetly at you and you pushed her face away, earning a laugh from her. "Is Heeseung not meeting you pregame?" She nudged your side, raising her eyebrows expectantly with a knowing smirk on her face as she led you down to your usual seats in the arena.

"He did text me…" you said, seeing Yunjin's eyebrows rising higher. "But he said his coach is more strict for today so no pregame meetings,"

"Lame," Yunjin booed.

"He also said he's treating dinner tonight after the game,"

"Not lame," Yunjin switched up and practically almost jumped out of her seat, clapping her hands. "Let's feast tonight. Go team!"

"MAN, I NEED SOME POPCORN FOR THIS,"

Nervousness started creeping up on you as you witnessed the heated start of the game, both teams clashing roughly into one another and fouling left and right. Yunjin was entertained; you were worried and stressed.

"They keep fouling our team and no time outs, you're kidding," you threw your hands up in frustration, noticing other students grumbling as well.

"Are we surprised? Big games are like this," Yunjin shook her head, crossing her arm and leaned back into her seat.

Two periods went by rather quickly, both teams were tied and obvious vexation hung in the air. You noticed Heeseung was practically flying around, chasing the puck with vigor, bumping hard into other players in order to reach the goalpost, but to his dismay, he missed the shot, earning groans from many, you included.

The third period rolled over in a blink of an eye, the tension heightened as the two teams were finding ways to score desperately. Your eyes instinctively followed Heeseung's speeding figure, but something in your stomach told you things were about to turn sour real quick.

Heeseung was zooming across the defenders with ease, guiding the puck towards the goalpost, until a distinct figure, who happened to be the one and only, Matthew, skated up next to him and started causing trouble. You couldn't tell what was exactly happening, but the aggression between the two was getting heavier by each second.

Next thing you knew, Heeseung rammed into your ex, sending him flying to the glass panels, but that wasn't all. Heeseung completely forgo the puck, throwing his gloves to the side and skated up to Matthew, sizing him up.

Both teams were extremely caught off by this sudden fight between them, everyone started panicking the moment Heeseung grabbed Matthew by the neck, but your ex seemed unfazed and continued uttering something to him, leading up to the part where Heeseung punched the latter in the face.

You and Yunjin audibly gasped and so did everyone else in the arena, including the players on the bench and the coaches who were yelling over the noise. Those on the ice made their way to the fight, trying their utmost best to rip the two apart, but Heeseung had his hands practically glued on Matthew, not wanting to let go as he was seen screaming at him.

"I mentioned wanting a fight but not like this …" Yunjin muttered, now standing and occasionally tip-toeing to see what was happening. "Matthew obviously egged him on and pissed Heeseung off,"

"Heeseung has the worst temper on ice, he knew what he was doing," you frowned, getting worried as you watched the referee sending both of them to the penalty box. Heeseung threw his helmet on the floor in frustration, his wet strands of hair sticking onto his forehead.

"Well, at least the team is winning," Yunjin pointed out to the score line, where a glorious 3-2 was showing on the jumbotron. The home team managed to score the winning goal after the game was resumed, taking advantage of the opposition's bewilderment from the fight to mess their strategy up.

The crowd was cheering and jumping, food got scattered around onto the floor and the away fans could only leave in silence. Towards the end of the final period, Heeseung's penalty ended and he joined the team in exiting the ice, face still a little sour as his coach started telling him off.

“You should find him after this,” Yunjin tapped your side and you nodded in agreement, making sure to text him beforehand. 

‘Locker room’ was the only thing he texted back and you slowly got anxious, curious as to what had really happened between him and your ex on ice. One thing’s for sure, it definitely wasn’t something good. 

You stormed up to the doors of the locker room, heaved a breath of courage and pushed your way in. Lucky for you, by the time you got there mostly everyone was gone, except for Heeseung and Sunghoon, both sitting on a bench, whispering aggressively at one another. That was until Sunghoon caught your approaching figure, giving Heeseung a final word before standing up.

“Y/N,” Sunghoon passed you an awkward smile, a first aid kit in his hands. “I’ll leave him in your hands, I have an appointment with someone now,” he basically thrusted the box into your hands, whispering a quick apology and thanks before scampering away.

You felt helpless and confused as the box sat in your hands, then you started advancing slowly towards Heeseung and soon, you were standing directly in front of him, prompting him to stare up at you, still managing to crack a smirk even when his face looked rough. His left eye was bruised, lips cut and cracked and practically bleeding, his knuckles red and bruised. Overall, he was quite literally a mess.

"You're wearing my jersey,"

"And you're bleeding right now, is that important?"

"To me it is,"

"You're a fool. You have a bruised eye now," you fingers grazed against his cheeks, gaze travelling from one end to the other of his face.

"Do you still think I’m cute?"

"One more word and I'll add a bruise on the other eye," you gave him a side eye and he only responded with a chuckle, patting the empty spot beside him and you complied, sitting down and your shoulder touched his, leaving zero space between the both of you.

“What happened?” you hissed, staring pointedly at him as your hands dug through the items in the first aid kit.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” Heeseung grunted, nodding at your actions and you only returned an unamused look.

“I do, now stop avoiding my question,” you hissed, applying some ointment on his knuckles, causing him to flinch in pain, face screwed in discomfort. “What happened, Hee? I saw,”

Heeseung was reluctant, but he gave in eventually, anger evident in his gaze and tone. “It was your ex,”

“I know you are rivals, but you could’ve just ignored him—”

“No, you don't get it, I can’t! He was talking shit about you,” Heeseung ran a hand through his hair in frustration, adam apple bobbing as he tried not to burst out. "'Go back to that slut', 'do you enjoy my leftovers'. I can't just continue playing after the shit he said, there's no way I'll stand there and do nothing,"

"It's okay, Hee—"

"It's not," he huffed, his frown deepened, running a hand across his face. "It's not okay and I wasn't going to let that man call you names and walk free,"

You couldn't resist a smile, your heart thumping against your chest and your gaze softened, placing a hand on his. "Thanks for standing up for me. Really."

"I always will at any time, I care about you, Y/N, and I don't want anything bad happening to you," Heeseung blurted out, his face gradually turning red upon realising his own confession, making sure to seem nonchalant as he switched the topic. "You should've seen his face when I actually punched him. He was all talk only,"

"He's like that, unfortunately," you sighed as you finished wrapping some compressible bandages over his knuckles, whispering a quick 'sorry' when he winced.

“Honestly if you keep pulling these tricks on ice, I might think you’re into me,” you added boldly, referring to the other time where he dedicated a goal to you and he, too, realised the same, the tip of his ears turning a slight red.

“What if I told you I am?”

“Oh, I know,”

Heeseung leaned back, an amused grin plastered on his face. You couldn't tell if he's glad you knew or if he's in horror. "Am I that obvious? Am I too transparent?"

"Well, would you rather me be dumb and not take the hint?"

"Definitely not that," Heeseung leaned back closer to you, letting you clean the small cut on his lips. "I have a feeling someone ratted me out to you,"

"Partially, but I did have a feeling," 

"Motherfucker," he hissed under his breath, then his eyes widened, a look of panic flashed across his face. "So … you know I liked you before this, then do you … like me?"

You rolled your eyes, in disbelief these words were coming from the fuckboy himself. "If I didn't, I wouldn't be sitting here," you were finally done patching him up, placing everything back neatly into the box as he watched your every move. "You're fantastic at hockey but you're terrible at feelings, Hee,"

"I'm easily intimidated,"

"I didn't see you being intimidated while fighting,"

"Intimidated by pretty girls, I mean,"

"How charming," you mused, bumping his shoulder softly. "When and how did it even start, I thought you were the type to fuck around,"

"I've noticed you since English class and after some time, I saw you at my games too. I didn't want to approach you since I was worried you'd think of me differently because of my past—"

"Fuckboy-ness?"

"You could put it that way," Heeseung clapped his hands, leaning forward to rest his arms on his thighs. "I just liked you. You were funny at presentations, charming, passionate in things you liked. I wanted to get to know you better and after meeting you, it just … clicked,"

"But at the party, why did you even bother asking my name when you already knew who I was?"

"First impressions matter, Y/N. I didn't want to seem like a whole ass stalker,"

"You could've mentioned that you knew my name from English. 'Oh you're Y/N from English', there,"

"Are you teaching me how to flirt?"

"I'm teaching you how to flirt with me,"

"Alright then," Heeseung turned his body to fully face you now, a look of seriousness on his face. "Y/N from English, I like you. So much till the point where I feel suffocated. I don't care if you'll beat my ass after we lose and I'll listen to all of your analysis, will you go out with me?"

"Yes and I like you too, jackass. Now shut up and kiss me already," you wrapped a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him in towards you and attached your lips to his, instantly melting against his touch the moment he snaked a hand across your jaw. 

You couldn't believe this was happening, it felt like a dream. His lips were soft, the taste of mint on his tongue lingered, the feeling on his lips on yours was intoxicating. He was intoxicating. 

Heeseung broke away momentarily, his forehead remained pressed against yours and you could feel his breath against your lips. "You're really romantic, Y/N,"

"You bet," you giggled in between kisses, your hands pushing him back a little as he practically chased your lips like a starved man. "You should go change,"

"Fuck, you're right," he glanced down at his hockey gear clad body. "It's getting late too, I'll drive you back. Want to stop by a drive through? I told you tonight's my treat,"

"I'm down,"

"Let me get my clothes, wait here," Heeseung stood up, ready to walk away but halting abruptly. "Tomorrow night, dinner, is that okay?"

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

"It's whatever you like,"

"Pick me up at 7,"

"On it," Heeseung nodded slowly, taking note of it mentally. "Also, does Yunjin want some food too?"

"If you buy her some, you'll immediately be on her good list, just saying,"

"You two are so alike, it's scary,"

"We're besties for a reason."

IT'S BEEN FIVE MONTHS EVER SINCE THAT NIGHT IN THE LOCKER room. You remembered coming home with Heeseung tailing behind you after, a bag of food in his hands and a welcoming Yunjin greeting him at the door.

"You two finally kissed, didn't you?" Yunjin mentioned carelessly in between bites of her burger and you swore you saw Heeseung's soul escaping his body. "That's the shade of lipstick Y/N wears on the side of your lips,"

Heeseung's hand flew to the side of his lips, touching the spot where you gave him a small peck of encouragement before getting off of the car.

"I'm glad you two are together," Yunjin continued, not noticing the flushed state you and Heeseung were in. "It's been months—oh God, I need to tell Jake this,"

And she did, leading to Jake calling you up the day after where he basically shouted through the phone. Since then, you had a plus one to every football game Jake played in.

"You guys are so annoying," Yunjin grimaced at the sight of Heeseung leaning his head onto your shoulder.

It was currently a Saturday night just after Heeseung's playoff match in which he scored three goals, so now, the team and your friends were at a nearby bar celebrating the victory.

"Stop being jealous," Heeseung defended, dropping his voice and closing in. "That's why I told you to go for Jay,"

"Him? Only God can put up with him, I barely know him and I already couldn't stand him,"

"Someone will eventually," you shrugged, taking a sip out of your mocktail.

"Good luck to them," Jake mumbled, holding his cup up for a toast and downed it all within the next second.

The night ended with a very drunk Yunjin along with many other drunk hockey players stumbling over their feet. Jake offered to take Yunjin home and she could only splutter out some responses, while you and Heeseung went by yourselves.

"If we can win the playoffs, I'll literally explode," Heeseung was currently the happiest man in the world, one hand holding his girlfriend while the other was close to touching the playoff trophy. He could ask for nothing more.

"It'll happen, Hee," you assured, running your thumb across his finger softly. "It's bound to happen, the team is strong. You have to believe my analysis too,"

"Pfft, fairs, your analysis does always hit the spot,"

"See? I'm always right,"

"Yeah yeah," Heeseung chuckled, pulling the car to park once you've arrived at your dorm's carpark and you two just sat there naturally, a sense of ambiance in the air as the radio played quietly in the background.

"I love you,"

Those three words were the first to break the silence. Heeseung looked like he was in disbelief although he was the one who said it first. Meanwhile, you were starting to smile like a fool.

"Did I—"

"I love you too, you idiot," you grabbed his face before he could continue, knowing well he'll end up rambling in the end. You pressed a chaste kiss on his lips, earning a stunned look from him until he eventually returned the favour.

"Was it too soon?" He mumbled against your lips as he gradually pulled away.

"I was actually wondering when you'll crack,"

"Fuck off," he scoffed, squeezing your cheek gently upon seeing your playful smirk. His gaze softened, eyes evidently filled with affection, anyone could literally vouch for how whipped this man was."I love you, stay by me forever, please,"

"Say less, captain." 

Hockey boys might've scared you once, but this time, one of them ended up mending your broken heart and won you over instead, and thankfully, he was here to stay. For a long time.

This was your first big business trip to NYC. Alone. And despite claiming you had a 'great sense of direction' on your resume, you were currently, completely lost.

Your phone had died ten minutes ago, just as the rain began to soak through your trench coat. Now, shivering, with ruined heels and your hair plastered to your neck, that makes you look like a drowned rat, you duck beneath the overhang of a sleek apartment building, desperate to escape the thick sheet of water.

You press yourself against the cold stone wall right beside the double wooden doors, wrapping your arms around your shivering frame. Great. Excellent. Promoted to regional director only to freeze to death on the nearst street.

You’re so focused on wiping the mascara-tinted water from beneath your eyes that you don't notice the sudden sound of rapid footsteps scrambling up the concrete steps toward the overhang.

​"Damn it. Of all the times to forget an umbrella," a deep voice groans, accompanied by the distinct rustle of bags.

​The sound of the voice hits you before your eyes even register the figure standing just two feet away. And you know that voice. You know it perfectly. It's the voice that used to whisper against your collarbone late in the night. The voice that brushed wet kisses over your sensitive skin as he murmured dirty praises into your ear until you melted beneath his touch.

​You snap your head up.

​Standing under the canopy and frantically trying to shield a brown paper grocery bag full of fresh produce and a baguette from the rain, is Kim Taehyung.

He's wearing an oversized cream-colored coat over a simple white T-shirt (that's clinging slightly to his chest from the moisture) with dark trousers completing the look. His honey-brown hair curls slightly around his forehead, drenched from the rain. He looks effortless. Softer than you remember, and somehow even more handsome.

​Taehyung digs into his pocket with his free hand, pulling out a key ring, his brow furrowed in minor irritation, until his eyes casually flick over to the stranger sharing his shelter.

​He stops dead in his tracks. The keys jingling loudly against the quiet hum of the rain.

​"Y/N?" he breathes out. The sound of your name on his lips is laced with absolute shock.

​Your breath hitches in your throat. For a second, the roar of the NYC storm completely fades away, replaced only by the frantic thumping of your own heart against your ribs.

​"Taehyung?"

​His wide eyes blink once, twice, taking in the full, messy picture of you standing there. He looks at your soaked hair clinging to your face, your ruined coat, down to your wet shoes, and then right back up to your face.

​"What...are you doing here?" he asks, holding the grocery bag a little closer to his chest with one arm while staring at you like you’re a ghost. "In New York?"

​"Oh um–I had a business trip," you manage to say, a breathless, slightly embarrassed laugh bubbling up from your chest as the absurdity of the moment crashes over you. "My first time in the city alone for work. Tried to walk back to my hotel, and... well, my phone died, I got totally lost, and then this happened —" You gesture at the dramatic weather. "I just ran under the first dry spot I could find."

​"Wait, so you just happened to end up right outside?" Taehyung asks, his eyes lingering on yours as a soft laugh escapes him.

​"Yes. Pretty much." you nod, shivering slightly. "Wait... do you live in this building?"

​"Yeah, right up on the fourth floor," he says, tapping his key against the wood. "I was just out getting a few groceries before the storm hit."

​"Unbelievable," you murmur, shaking your head. "It really is a small world.

For a long moment, neither of you moves. Taehyung just stands there, holding his soggy grocery bag, his dark eyes fixed entirely on yours.

"It really is," Taehyung finally speaks. "A small world. I mean... I haven't seen you in what, a year?"

"Almost a year," the words leave your lips like a confession.

His gaze softens, a subtle flick of emotion passing through his expression. A year. That was how long it had been since the texts gradually slowed down, since the casual late-night plans stopped being made, since the unspoken boundaries of whatever you were finally frayed into nothing. There had been no big fight. No dramatic door-slamming or tearful ultimatums. Things had simply faded away, until the silence between you became permanent.

​He had slipped through your fingers like water, disappearing without ever saying a proper goodbye. You had spent months trying to convince yourself that you were over it, that a relationship without a title was easy to brush off.

​But standing here, watching the rain glistening in his honey-brown hair, smelling the familiar, intoxicated blend of his cologne mixed with the damp city air, the embarrassing truth crashes over you.

You hadn't gotten over him at all.

You had just put the feeling away in a dark corner of your mind, hoping it would starve. Seeing him now makes every single suppressed emotion flare back to life.

​So this was where he had ended up. New York City.

​"I didn't know you moved here," you admit. "You never said."

​Taehyung’s face falters slightly, replaced by a look of gentle hesitation.

​"I know," he murmursm "Things got crazy. I moved ten months ago for work, and by then, so much time had passed, I didn't even know how to reach out to you anymore without sounding like an idiot." He pauses when he notices your teeth beginning to chatter. "Look at you. You're freezing," he says, his voice softening into that familiar, protective tone that always used to get to you.

Without another word, he slips his key into the lock and unlocks the front door to the building, pushing it open with his shoulder, leaning back slightly as he tilts his head toward the interior.

"Why don't you come inside, Y/N?" he says, his voice turning into a alluring cadence. "You can get out of the cold, dry up a bit, and wait for this mess to clear."

Your breath stops right in your throat. The sudden image of being alone with Taehyung in his private space; trapped in his apartment while the rain batters against the windows, sends a nervous thrill straight down your body. A year of distance, and yet the mere thought of being in his personal orbit again makes your pulse race out of control.

"It’s okay," you stutter out, crossing your wet arms tightly over your chest to hide the sudden tremor in your voice. "I don't want to invade your space. I'll just wait here until it stops."

Taehyung lets out a soft laugh. "You’re not invading anything if I'm literally inviting you, Y/N." His looks at you with an intensity that leaves no room for debate, there is something dangerously persuasive in him. "Come inside. Seriously."

You bite back a small, breathless sigh, the cold and his relentless pull finally breaking down your defenses. "Okay... fine. Thank you."

A satisfied smile tugs at his lips as he steps aside, holding the heavy door open for you. You step inside, taking in the building's exposed stone walls that frame the wide corridor, leading to a classic, slightly cramped elevator with brass accents.

Taehyung leads the way. He taps the call button, and the small vintage elevator doors slide open with a heavy mechanical hum. Stepping inside the tiny square cab, the space instantly feels far too small. The metal doors slide shut, sealing the two of you into an intimate proximity.

The heat in the enclosed space is immediate, but you aren't cold anymore ┈ Far from it. The air between you is charged, thick with a simmering tension that makes every breath feel like a chore. You are both wet from the rain, the scent of fresh rainwater mixing with the warm, addictive musk of his cologne.

Through the corner of your eye, you watch a stray droplet of water escape the honey waves of his fringe. It slowly glides down the side of his neck, tracing the long, elegant line of his throat before disappearing beneath the damp collar of his white tee. You swallow hard, biting the inside of your bottom lip and trying desperately to look anywhere else.

Unfortunately, the elevator walls are lined with polished mirrors. In the reflection, you catch him staring right back at you. Taehyung isn't even pretending to look away; his heavy-lidded gaze is fixed on your reflection, tracing the way your wet hair clings to your neck and the blush rising on your cheeks.

"You know," Taehyung murmurs, his voice echoing softly against the mirrored walls, "you look even prettier than you did a year ago."

You blush even more. "Don't lie to me. I look like a drowned mop right now, Tae."

A slow, handsome grin spreads across his face, his eyes sparkling with amusement as the elevator jolts to a stop on the fourth floor.

"A cute mop," he corrects smoothly, stepping closer as the doors slide open, his shoulder lightly brushing against yours. "And definitely the prettiest one I've ever seen."

You both walk down the hallway and stop in front of apartment 14. As you step inside, you're immediately greeted by an open-concept space that feels so effortlessly him. Soft beige walls, light oak floors, and a calm, lived-in atmosphere. Along one wall sits a large, neatly organized vinyl collection on low wooden shelves, with a turntable resting on top. Abstract prints and framed vintage photographs decorate the walls.

​"Make yourself at home," Taehyung says, stepping further and kicking off his wet shoes.

He carries the grocery bag into the open kitchen, setting it down on the island with a soft rustle.

You remain hovering awkwardly near the entryway, acutely aware of the literal puddle forming around your ruined pumps. "I'm so sorry, I'm getting water everywhere..."

"Oh, Don't worry about it," he says, turning around and taking in the hesitant, frozen way you're standing there. A sympathetic look touches his face. "I'm leaving a trail, too, see?"

He points down to the faint, damp footprints his socks left on the hardwood, chuckling softly. "Stay right there. I'll get you a towel."

He disappears down the short hallway toward the bathroom. A moment later, he is back with a fresh, plush striped towel draped over his broad shoulders, holding a second, larger one in his hands.

Taehyung walks right up to you, completely closing the distance between your bodies. Without a word, he unfolds the soft towel and gently drapes it over your head.

​"Here,"

His hands press gently through the cotton against the sides of your head. Slowly, he begins to dry your damp hair, his movements soft as he rubs the fabric over your crown and down the length of your soaked strands. The quiet rustle of the towel and the steady sound of rain outside are the only things filling the room.

​You stand completely still, your heart hammering against your ribs as he steps even closer. You can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, smell the rain on his skin, and watch the tiny droplets of water glistening along his cheekbones.

​Taehyung’s hands slow down, his fingers smoothing a stray, damp lock of hair back from your forehead, tucking it tenderly behind your ear. His touch lingers on your warm skin, his thumb tracing a feather-light path along the curve of your jawline.

"I really missed you, Y/N."

​His thumb slides down to rest gently against your bottom lip, pressing down with just enough pressure to make you gasp.

​"Tae..." you whisper, the sound trembling between you both.

​Before the last syllable even leaves your throat, Taehyung crashes his lips onto yours. For one split second, you freeze. The sheer shock sending a jolt straight through your nervous system. But then his hand slides up from the towel, long fingers cupping the side of your neck and jaw, cradling your face with desperate hunger.

​All your defenses crumble instantly. You melt into him, your hands flying up to grip the damp fabric of his coat to pull him closer.

​The kiss is deep, wet, and utterly intoxicating. It’s a messy collision of a year’s worth of suppressed longing. He part your lips effortlessly as he tilts his head, deepening the angle, drinking you in like he’s been starving.

​Then he pulls back just a fraction of an inch, his wet lips brushing sensuously against yours with every breath.

​"God," he growls into your mouth. "You have no idea how many times I've thought about this."

​You don't even let him finish before you drag him back down by his collar, completely unable to get enough of him. You kiss him back with equal desperation, your tongues tangling as a soft, helpless moan gets swallowed right in his throat.

​Without breaking the rhythm of the kiss, Taehyung’s hands slide down your shoulders. He works your soaked trench coat off your arms, letting it fall to the hardwood floor with a heavy thud. You kick off your ruined heels with your toes, ditching the extra height and your body flushes completely against his.

​His hands find your waist, fingers digging firmly into your hips through your damp clothes.

​He begins guiding you backward, stepping with you down the hallway without ever severing the kiss. Your feet slide against the floor, your hands moving up to tangle into the soft, light brown waves at the nape of his neck, pulling him deeper into you.

​Suddenly, his arm reaches blindly to the side, flicking a wall switch. ​Warm light floods over you both as the bathroom door open fully behind you. Before you can even blink, Taehyung wraps his arms tight around your waist, nudging you backward through the doorway and pushing you inside.

​The bathroom is spacious and modern, filled with the faint scent of expensive soap. With a quick movement, Taehyung reaches up and pulls the towel off your head, letting it fall onto the counter.

​His fingers move to the top button of your damp silk blouse. He pops the first button open, his warm knuckles grazing the sensitive skin at the base of your throat, causing a flurry of goosebumps to break out across your flesh.

​"A business woman, huh?" he trace the sleek line of your pencil skirt and the crisp structure of your work clothes. His thumbs hook under the collar of your blouse, gently parting the fabric just enough to expose the swell of your chest. A slow smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. "You looked so proper out there... but I know better, don't I?"

​A breathy, giddy smile spreads across your lips despite yourself, your cheeks flushing a deep, intoxicating pink. "Oh, do you?"

​"I do," he hums, popping open two more buttons with effortless ease before his hands slide around to the back zipper of your skirt. His hot breath fanning against your cheek. He pauses, his eyes lifting to meet yours. "Should we take a shower?"

​You let out a soft giggle, leaning back slightly against the edge of the marble sink. "We?"

​Taehyung steps directly between your knees, his hips nudging against yours as he leans down and presses a hard kiss right to the corner of your lips, dragging his mouth down to press against the sensitive skin beneath your ear.

​"Mm... we," he whispers huskily into your skin, sending a violent shiver down your spine. "The shower got plenty of space for both of us. And trust me, sweetheart..." His teeth lightly graze your earlobe, making you gasp before his voice drops an octave. "...I know exactly how to get you warmed up."

​"Then yes, please," you breathe out, the lingering hesitation melting away completely under the heat of his touch.

​Taehyung pulls back just an inch and without breaking eye contact for a single second, you both begin to peel off your rain-soaked clothes. The air between you thickens, heavy with an electric tension so intense it feels like you could strip each other bare with your eyes alone.

​Your fingers work at the rest of your blouse buttons while Taehyung pulls his coat and shirt off tossing them onto the floor. The sight of his bare shoulders and the sleek muscle of his chest bathed in the bathroom light makes your legs squeeze together involuntarily, a sudden, heavy heat pooling deep in your core.

He steps out of his dark trousers, his eyes tracking every single piece of wet fabric as it slides off your skin until you're both completely bare.

Taehyung steps up right behind you, his chest brushing against your shoulder blades as he reaches over your shoulder to slide the glass shower door open. He turns the chrome handles, adjusting the temperature until a perfect cascade of warm water fills the tiled stall.

​Gently, his hands rest on your hips, nudging you forward into the enclosure. "In you go," he murmurs against your ear.

​He steps in right behind you, shutting the glass door. Before the hot spray can even fully wash away the lingering chill from your skin, Taehyung pushes your chest gently against the fogged-up glass wall.

​"Stay like this,"

​Your hands press against the cool wall, providing a thrilling contrast to the scalding water rushing over your shoulders. Taehyung leans in close, his front pressing flush against your back. One of his hands slides firmly around your hip to hold you in place, while his other hand trails down the front of your body, gliding down past your stomach to rest directly at your slick entrance.

​His long fingers circle your center with a slow, agonizingly deliberate rhythm, parting your warmth under the heavy spray. The sensation of his fingers against your dripping, swollen folds, combined with the throbbing heat of his bare length pressing against your lower back, sends a violent tremor straight through your pussy. His thumb brushes over your sensitive peak, making your knees buckle slightly against the wet glass.

​You tilt your head back against his chest, letting out a soft, breathless laugh as the water cascades over your face and hair, drenching you all over again.

​"You know," you turn your face slightly to glance up at him through wet eyelashes, a playful smirk tugging at your lips, "the whole point of coming up to your apartment was for me to dry off."

​Taehyung leans down, pressing a hot kiss to the side of your neck, his thumb pressing down with deliberate pressure against your center, making a soft gasp break from your lips. "Too bad... You’re only going to get wetter."

​You let out a soft, breathy giggle, but the sound is instantly swallowed as Taehyung grips your hip and smoothly spins you around to face him. Before you can even catch your breath, his hand cups the back of your neck, his fingers tangling into your wet hair, and he crushes his mouth back onto yours and your hands rush up to cling to his slick shoulders.

​He slides one large, warm hand down your hip and hooks it under your thigh. Effortlessly, he lifts your leg, hitching your knee up high against his hip. You instinctively wrap your arm around his neck to anchor yourself, your body flushing completely against his.

​His free hand guides his hard length directly to your dripping entrance. He pauses for one agonizing second, his thumb caressing your cheek as his dark gaze locks onto yours through the rising steam.

​"God, Y/N," he breathes against your lips.

​With one powerful, deliberate push of his hips, Taehyung slides all the way inside you.

​A loud, helpless moan echoes off the wet tiles of the stall, completely drowned out by the roar of the shower. The feeling of him filling you so deeply, so completely after a year of agonizing space, makes your walls pulse tightly around him. Taehyung snaps his head back, his jaw clenching as a dark growl rips from his throat.

​"Fuck," he rasps, his hand digging firmly into your raised thigh to hold you steady as he begins to pull back and drive right back in.

The pace he sets is brutal, fast, and completely unyielding. His hips snap against yours with a slap that echoes over the steady roar of the water, every deep, hard drive slamming right into that sweet, sensitive spot deep inside you.

"Tae—ah!" you gasp, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulders as your back slides slightly against the glass wall.

His eyes snap to yours, burning through the steam as his thumb presses directly onto your swollen clit, rubbing in fast circles right at the point of impact. "Tell me you missed this. Tell me no one else touched you like this."

"Only you—God, Tae, yes!" you cry out, completely undone by the devastating combination of his heavy thrusts and his merciless fingers.

The praise pushes him over the edge. He hooks his arm tighter under your knee, lifting you an inch higher as his thrusts become shorter, harder, and desperately frantic. You shatter around him with a breathless scream, your internal walls clamping down on his length in sharp, pulsing waves of pure ecstasy.

Hearing your undone cry and feeling you spasm around him snaps the last thread of his control. Taehyung groans loudly, his head dropping into the crook of your neck as he buries himself as deep as he can go, driving into you three more punishing times before spilling his burning heat deep inside you with a heavy, full-body shudder.

He stays pinned against you for a long time, both of your chests heaving violently as the warm shower spray continues to cascade over your tangled bodies.

.... .... ....

A half an hour later, the chaotic downpour outside has settled into a steady pitter-patter against the apartment windows.

You’re wrapped in an oversized, impossibly plush white robe that belongs to Taehyung. A fresh towel is wrapped snugly around your damp hair, and your bare feet are tucked comfortably beneath you on his massive sofa.

Taehyung walks over from the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pair of pajama pants. His light brown curls are still damp, messy, and endearing as he hands you a chilled glass of crisp white wine.

"Here you go,"

"Thank you," you smile, taking the glass.

He sinks into the couch right beside you, pulling your feet into his lap without asking and resting his large hand over your ankles. On the wall-mounted screen in front of you, the opening scenes of a romantic movie begin to play, as you sit in the warmth of his space, sipping wine while his hand absentmindedly strokes your skin.

You had missed this. Missed his presence, his effortless warmth, his smell, and the quiet, domestic safety that only ever existed when you were near him

Taehyung turns his head, his dark eyes studying your quiet face in the soft light of the TV. He takes a slow sip from his own glass before leaning closer, his shoulder resting against yours.

"So," he speaks up softly, his thumb tracing random paths over your ankle. "How long are you actually in New York for, Ms. Y/L/N?"

You smile into the rim of your wine glass, tilting your head toward him. "Two weeks. I've got a whole series of meetings and branch reviews to run."

A slow happy grin pulls at the corner of Taehyung's lips. His dark eyes glint with a quiet, dangerous promise.

"Two weeks?" he hums, leaning in until his breath warm against your cheek. "Then you'd better make sure you visit this apartment very often, Y/N. You've got a whole year's worth of lost time to redeem.

° 𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: ​Man, I always forget to make them like wear protection while being freaky 💀 Please don't do this in real life, people! ALWAYS use protection!! (Unless u want kids) Btw I'm thinking of doing a much longer fanfic soon, but I'm still gathering plot ideas in my mind ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

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You hold him to you tightly, inhaling the scent of vanilla and strawberries, faint even under the warm cotton of his hoodie. The scent is familiar, filling you with the sense of safety and protection, feeling like the instant you bury your face against the soft skin of his neck the entire world disappears and there is only him. 

Kim Taehyung’s strong arms curl around your waist as if they were made to do exactly that; to gather you in and anchor you, to put the ground beneath your feet and to give soft edges to everything inside you that had ever felt sharp. 

“Come here, baby,” he murmurs in his gentle, honeyed tone that strokes against you like being touched.

You don’t have to be told twice as you allow him to guide you to the couch, where you shift closer to him, fitting your side by his, head tucked under his jaw. Here it’s just you and him, and nothing else matters. Your universe is contained to the sound of your breaths in sync, hands tangled beneath the comfort of the shared throw as you listen to the rhythm of his steady heartbeat that plays like a soothing beat only for you. 

Taehyung traces intricate patterns along the back of your hand, his long, elegant fingers moving slowly and thoughtfully as though he is creating a work of art over your skin. 

“You’re quiet,” he says softly, leaning down just enough so his warm breath caresses your temple. 

“I’m just enjoying being… here,” you whisper, nudging against him. 

Even though you might have said something that sounds too sentimental, too earnest for some people, Taehyung only smiles in the way that means you have said something that he will remember later. He lifts your joined hands and kisses your knuckles with tender lips. 

“That’s good,” he replies, knowing exactly what you mean. “I like you being here.”

You smile back against the strength of his chest, because you know that he means here with him. 

Sometimes, those small moments of togetherness with Taehyung can feel surreal −not because of who he is to the world, or that the stage lights, cameras and crowds chant his name like something sacred− but because of how quiet it is when all of the noise stops. 

It takes a second to get used to because of how soft he becomes when it’s just you −when his expression eases and the mask comes off, as if he had taken off an invisible weight from around his shoulders and placed it aside. 

“You smell so good,” you tell him, breathing him in deeply. 

Taehyung laughs −a low, warm sound that makes you conjure up steaming hot mugs of comforting hot chocolate and marshmallows by a beautiful fire of burnt orange and crimson. It vibrates through you, and you hum gently with contentment when he draws you nearer. “It’s that lotion you bought me,” he reminds you. “The ridiculously expensive one.”

“Oh,” you blink as you look up at him with a teasing smile. “So technically, I love myself?”

His laughter deepens, full, rich and unguarded, and he turns his head just enough to drop a kiss on the crown of your head. “I guess technically, yes,” he agrees after some consideration. “But I prefer to think it’s me.”

You lift your head higher to take him in, he’s still so tall seated beside you and you love it. His expressive brown eyes are dark and gentle as they hold yours for a beat. You have come to know his language, knowing that your Taehyung speaks the most clearly in silence. When he gazes at you like this, it feels as though he is conveying entire paragraphs of meanings and feelings to you that far exceed anything verbal, communicating the deepest depths of his heart without uttering a single word.  

You stretch out a hand and carefully brush back some stray bangs away from his eyes, and he leans into the touch, long lashes lowering and the gentlest of sighs escaping his lips. 

“You’re tired,” you state. 

“Yes, a little,” he admits, “−But I don’t want to sleep yet. I want to stay with you like this.”

You settle back down against him. “Then we stay, baby. As long as you like.” 

Because you know he deserves all the love you can give him and more, and that’s exactly what you’re going to give him. 

There are nights when he comes to you late, the darkness hovering on the verge of entering dawn, his shoulders heavy and jaw tense, his steps sluggish and weary. He tries to hide it from you, attempting to play it off with a smile as he always does, because he never wants to be a burden to you −but you know him better than that now. You see how he moves so carefully and quietly, as though he’s trying not to disturb even the air around you. 

This time, you meet him at the door before he can even speak, noticing the way his face looks when he’s worn thin at the edges. You won’t be deceived by the quiet or the smiles. 

“Hey, baby,” you whisper, reaching for his hand. “You’re here.”

His fingers close around yours immediately, and you can feel his sense of need, almost like a desperation as he seeks your comfort. He doesn’t speak, and instead he just leans down against you, resting his forehead against your shoulder for a moment. 

You slide your arms around him, carding your fingers through his hair, and feel the weight of him ease against you. He is tired, he is human and he is yours −he needs you and he is here. 

“It’s okay,” you murmur soothingly, rubbing your hand slowly along his spine. “I’m here, just relax.”  

And he does, his breath shuddering out once as he lets go, knowing with you he can allow all the parts he keeps hidden to be exposed. You are a place without judgement, where he can take your love as a strength that keeps him going. 

His arms wrap around you tightly, steadying himself, composing himself, drawing on you for sustenance. “Stay with me,” he breathes, his voice rough but so quiet it barely exists. 

It makes you ache with the desire to kiss it all better, to keep him guarded against anything that might cause him harm or pain. You know all too well how strong he has had to be. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promise as you guide him inside, shutting the door behind you. 

You don’t even turn on any lights, or say anything reassuring, you just allow yourself to hold him in the darkness. It’s enough. 

Later, when you are lying in bed, he pulls you to him, bopping the tip of his nose onto yours affectionately. His eyes are tired but soft as he places a gentle kiss against your mouth. “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” you tell him. 

“I do,” he insists. “I’ll always be thankful for you, Y/N. You are the place I go to for rest. You’re my everything, you know?”

Your heart flutters, melting in your chest. “Good,” you say, stroking his cheek. “Because that’s exactly what you are to me too. You’re my everything, Tae.”

It’s the simplest truth you know. 

He smiles with real happiness, and then he kisses you again −slow and lingering, like a promise he intends to keep for a long time.

You love so much about him. The adorable way his nose scrunches when he’s thinking, the way he speaks so gently to you as though you are so delicate to be handled with the utmost care, and the way he listens to you −truly listens−whenever you speak, his attention unwavering. 

He tells you about those things he loves about you sometimes too, like the way he loves the way you say his name as if it were something so precious. 

“You know,” he says one morning as you sit on the kitchen counter watching him make lemon tea, “I could look at you forever and never get bored.”

You stare at him, startled as you chuckle shyly. “Why?”

He opens a small jar of honey and dips the spoon in. “Because there is always something different about you every time,” he replies. “You have so many little ways of being you.” He glances at you over his shoulder with a grin. “You’re like watching the sunlight when it sparkles on water.”

Your face warms in a blush. “You’re poetic today.”

Taehyung shrugs lightly. “I’m always poetic, baby,” he tells you. “What can I say? You inspire me.” 

You shake your head with a laugh, loving when he is playful −but you know that the warm praise of his words will linger with you all day.

He passes you over a steaming cup of the freshly brewed tea. “Do you know one of the things I love most about you?”

You blink. “There are multiple options?”

“Thousands, millions even baby,” he says seriously, “But today? It’s the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention.”

You freeze. “And how do I look at you?”

He stares at you intently and takes a deep breath. “Like I’m worth staying for.”

Your breath stutters, and the moment hangs suspended like a held note. Taehyung crosses over and comes to stand between your knees, his hands resting lightly on your hips. “I want to be worthy of the way you look at me,” he confesses. 

“You already are, baby,” you reply. 

You learn that love with Taehyung isn’t the explosive kind; it’s not fireworks, crazy storms or dizzying highs. Instead, it’s a heated flame that glows golden and constant like a sun, unworldly and eternal. 

There’s a slowness to the way he loves you, because he believes that nothing precious should be rushed. Your love with him is not loud and does not need to be proven or performed. 

It’s things like the touch of his hand when it finds yours in a slow slide when you cross the street, it’s the way he leans his head on your shoulder when he’s sleepy, the way he waits patiently for you to finish speaking no matter how long it takes, and the way he says your name so softly when he needs you. 

He pays attention, notices all the small things like the tone of your voice when you’re tired, the way your shoulders tense when something weighs on you, or the little worry lines that crease your brow when you are concerned for him. 

He watches with cute fasciation at the way you tie your hair or stand in the moonlight, and it makes you feel so cherished. 

“I want to show you something,” he says one afternoon, as you lie together side by side on the rug in front of the couch, music playing in the background. 

“What is it?” you ask, mesmerised by his stunningly aesthetic profile. 

Taehyung’s fingers tap the floor beside him as you stretch out next to him, your head nuzzled against his chest, your fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt. He begins to hum as he wraps an arm around your shoulder in a melody you don’t recognize. You love the way he sounds, you could listen to him forever. 

Your eyes light up curiously. “What’s this?”

“This is something new I came up with,” he tells you. 

“For me?”

“For us,” he corrects gently. 

Your throat tightens in that painful way love sometimes does. “It sounds great, Tae.”

His fingers stroke your arm absently, soothing and tender, tracing lines you can only feel and not see. “You make me want to write beautiful things.”

You close your eyes, letting the sound of his voice fill the room, and fill you. “You already do.”

His eyes soften. “Only because I have someone special to write about.” He grins and pulls you closer. “Do you ever think about the future?”  

“Yeah, sometimes,” you reply.

“What does that future look like to you?”

You think for a long moment, thinking, choosing carefully. “Like this,” you say finally, “−With you.” 

You mean it, there is nothing else you would rather have.

Taehyung’s chest rises beneath your cheeks, and he exhales in relief, nodding as if that is exactly what he hoped you would say. “My future−,” he whispers deeply, full of meaning, “looks like your hand in mine, no matter where we are.”

You swallow, heat blooming beneath your ribs. “That sounds nice.”

He lifts your chin with gentle fingers, leaning down, his lips brushing over your forehead in a kiss, voice fragile with sincerity. “I love you, Y/N.”

He turns into you, cupping your face and looking deep into your eyes. You look back at him, wondering how on earth you managed to get so lucky. 

You exhale, and it feels like the moment your heart has been waiting for. “I love you, too.”

He responds by kissing you, and as you lose yourself in his embrace, you think to yourself that if love is a place, then right here beside Taehyung, in his arms −this feels like home. 

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Being the group’s leader wasn’t your choice.

But you were their choice. You were the oldest. The trainee with the longest training period. The ace, all-rounder — you name it. You’re that mysterious trainee who had garnered quite a popularity during your pre-debut days. Appearing in your senior’s music video and modelling for brands gave you exposure. It made everyone anticipate your debut and you actually have been preparing for a debut — they just needed the right members for you. 

As soon as you debuted in a six-member group, you immediately carried the weight of being the leader and center of the group. It was a responsibility that was given to you without a second thought.

There was pressure, of course. You have to guide your members in music shows, interviews, and variety shows, give them advice and such, and be that someone who they can lean on. The good thing was, the adjustment felt natural, given that you’ve been taking care of them during your trainee days.

Your members looked up to you. You’re the eldest member. Their loving and caring sister who listened to their worries. The one who gives them advice whether it be improving their skills or just something small or irrational, you’re there to listen to them. You assure them that you’ll be there for them, no matter what happens.

Well, except for one thing.

You have boundaries too. You didn’t mind going out late-night for some snack run or listening to their worries despite the lack of sleep — but becoming one’s babysitter when it comes to unnecessary side quests that could ruin the  group’s image? That’s where you draw the line.

But here you are, parking your manager’s car (which you borrowed and hopefully don’t get recognized by your fans) in the underground parking of a dormitory building. You could feel your hands cold and sweaty, nervous about what you’re about to do — actually, what your member is about to do.

The youngest, whose smile was wide, giggled as she removed the seatbelt of her seat. She looked at you like you hung the stars in the skies and you’re internally cursing yourself why her cuteness is your weakness.

“Thank you so much, unnie! I’ll be back before twelve I promise —”

“What do you mean? I am coming with you,” you cut off, which made her excited expression turn into something horrified.

“But you didn’t need to!” she exclaimed, ears red in embarrassment, but you rolled your eyes.

“I agreed on one condition, and that is I am coming with you inside their dorm, there’s no way I am letting you walk into a boy group’s dorm alone,” you explained.

“But they’re nice! You’ve met them!” she defended and yes, you did meet them, numerous times, at music show hallways and show festivals but those were just a few seconds greeting and bowing to each other. 

In that scale, you barely know them at all.

“They’re still boys,” you pointed out before removing your seatbelt and glancing at her once again. “What? Are you going to sit there or do you want to go up?”

“This is embarrassing,” she mumbled under her breath as she opened the door of the car and left.

“Just be thankful that I had agreed to this,” you snarled at her and although your tone was filled with irritation, you’re not mad at her, of course, you could never be mad at your members. The situation was just annoying and too surreal for you.

Your group’s youngest is finally now an adult and the next thing you knew, she wanted to experience sex — with a boy group member of all the people out there, of course, why are you even surprised? It’s a common event in the industry. The hidden romance, one-night stands, and hookups within idols. 

It shouldn’t surprise you at all. After all, you had that same experience too, during your rookie days with a senior who’s two years older than you. Let’s just say that the experience was disappointing enough that you never did it again and at the same time, you had to warn your members about boy group members. 

Despite that, you’re not in total control of them and their bodily desires. Mistakes happen and experiences differ, giving them a heads-up and advice should suffice. If ever their first time would be a failure, that’s not your problem at all, at least you told them so.

The other members had gone through the same thing too, results differed from each of them but now, it’s the youngest member’s turn to do so. You couldn’t fathom the thought but she’s already twenty! Things like this are pretty normal and yet, your leader instincts convinced you to be more protective of her compared to the rest.

Maybe, you just couldn’t accept the fact that the youngest is not your baby anymore. It seems like yesterday you’re helping her with her homework during trainee days but now she’s going to have sex with a male idol. It’s like putting a gun on your head.

Oh well. You convinced yourself that this is bound to happen either way. The only thing you should worry about is for her to not be caught, hence why you insist on accompanying her…all the way to the dorm. It was a reach but you’re not going to let her enter a boy group’s dormitory alone too. A boy group’s dormitory feels like a den of lions in reality.

You watched as she pressed the ringbell of the door, shaking on her feet like a child filled with sugar rush. She was giddy and excited, her smile was wide and bright that it reminded you of the first time you went to your ex-boyfriend’s dormitory.

You just wished that she doesn’t end up like you.

The door opened a minute later. Revealing to you a tall man wearing a casual loose shirt and sweatpants. His eyes landed on your co-member and you saw how his smile brightened as he greeted her. 

“Come in,” he said, opening the door wider, letting the two of you in, wherein he greeted you for formality and you reciprocated it immediately.

“I hope you don’t mind that I brought her with me,” your youngest shared, her voice high-pitched and sweet, obviously, sweetening her way to her boyfriend.

“Oh, it’s okay — please, make yourself at home,” Riki said to you before he guided you towards the couch. You sat there, the leather creaking against your weight.

You watched as Riki went to the kitchen area, and returned with a bottle of water, some sweet pastries and a fruit cup. He told you that he had bought it for you, which you find sweet. Thanking halfway, Riki told you that you’re free to watch movies or maybe play games on their tv — just feel at home. He repeated.

“We'll be in Riki's room now,” your fellow member said, excited and jumpy as she held her boyfriend’s hand, and just like her, Riki seemed giddy about what they’re going to do. 

God, looking at them, you feel like a parent whose daughter is going out on her first date, except she’s going to do something worse. The image probably’s going to scar you for life.

“Okay, be safe,” was the only thing you said, before you watched them go to the first door in the left hallway which you assumed was Riki’s room. 

Silence immediately follows through. You were accompanied by the stillness that devoured you in just a minute. The only thing you could do was grab the fruit cup and eat it. Hoping it’ll ease your tense body that’s nervous for your youngest. She said they’d be done around twelve — which means you have four hours to kill time.

Your peaceful moment was cut-off when you heard the door open. You freezed when footsteps became louder and louder until from the other hallway, a man stepped out, confused and surprised to see you.

The first thing you did was stand up, bow and greet him, since he was your senior. He seemed surprised by you but immediately greeted you and gave you a bow too.

“Heeseung, from Enhypen,” he introduced, exiting out of the hallway and going within your proximity. 

“I know, I’m y/n from Krave,” you introduced back, and his eyes widened.

“Oh! You sang ‘more’ right? That song’s been in my playlist since then,” Heeseung shared with a smile.

You smiled at the thought. “Thank you for listening to our songs sunbae.”

“Please, drop the sunbae, we’re in our dorm — also you can talk to me casually, we’re same-aged right?” the man replied casually.

You nodded, “right. Okay.” 

“You wanted something to eat? I’m going to make ramen, do you want some?” he offered and you shook your head.

“It’s okay, I already had a fruit cup, and I’m on a diet too,” you told him. 

He eyed the food on the table for a second before he remembered. “So I supposed the girl Riki’s with, is your member?”

You chuckled before nodding, “Yeah, I couldn’t let her go here alone, it kinda scares me.”

“I understand your sentiments, but Riki’s a good kid,” he pointed out.

“I know, I was just being careful, she’s our maknae, that’s why I’m too protective towards her,” you explained.

“Of course you are.” he smiled before going towards the kitchen. That made you sit on the couch and focus on your cup but minutes later Heeseung showed up once again.

“I felt lazy cooking tonight, so might as well accompany you,” he sat casually next to you like you two were friends. You were startled, but Heeseung didn’t seem to notice your flustered self as he opened the pack of gummy bears that he grabbed instead, then offered you some which you declined. 

You took the water bottle and took a few sips on it. The living room was quiet and serene, a deep contrast to whatever the hell was happening inside Riki’s room. You couldn’t help but to look at your watch, it’s barely an hour passed — why is time slow here suddenly?

“You alright?” Heeseung asked, and you only smiled bitterly.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you lied before taking another few sips and then placing it back on the table. You focused on the fruit cup while Heeseung’s halfway with his candy. The two of you fell into an awkward silence once again.

“Can I ask why you are here?” you asked out of nowhere, curiosity lingering in your mind. “Are you and Riki, dormmates?” 

“Well, I’m on babysitting duty too,” Heeseung said with a chuckle. “Everyone else is in the other dorm but Riki insisted that I stay in case of…emergencies, I don’t know what he meant but maybe he felt more at ease if I’m around.”

“That’s kinda sweet, he looks up to you,” you pointed out but Heeseung laughed at your words.

“It feels surreal that he’s going to do the deed. It seems like yesterday, he’s this small duckling who sleeps on my bed because he couldn’t sleep in his bed alone.” Heeseung shared, and you nodded, sharing the same sentiments that he does.

“I feel the same way,” you agreed. “They’re growing up aren’t they? It’s kinda scary. Growing in this industry isn’t helpful either.”

“I get you, that’s why it’s better to guide them and be always there right?”

“Right,” you nodded, ending the talk with you shoving another slice of apple into your mouth. Heeseung shoved a few jellies in his mouth, letting both of you settle with the dead air that came suddenly.

“So…do you do this with your other members?” Heeseung asked out of nowhere, and you shook your head as an answer.

“Only to her, you could see how protective I am, right? How about you? I’m sure your other members have brought girls in your dorm,” you asked him back and just like you, he shook his head in response.

“Numerous times, but this is the first time I did babysitting duty, which is weird since I thought Riki would like some privacy like the others, so I’m surprised that he asked me to stay,” he explained.

“His first time right?” Heeseung nodded at your question and you were a bit relieved since that means they’ll be each other’s first. The thought was kinda cute for you.

“Well, it’s her first time too, I guess they’re still scared…but determined,” you stated, earning a short laugh from Heeseung.

“I like how you described it that way,” he pointed out, making you chuckle.

But your conversation halted when a bunch of lewd, sinful noises came out of Riki’s room. Your eyes widened as the filthy sound slid inside your ears. 

“Oh my god,” that was the only thing you could say, while Heeseung laughed at your reaction.

“Here, this should help us cover up the noise,” Heeseung opened the television and clicked whatever channel’s available. He turned on the volume louder, hoping that it’ll muffle the noise.

But it was still too loud. Their dirty talks, the incoherent sounds, and how the bed banged against the wall. It made you extremely uncomfortable that you were frozen in your place. 

“Why are they so loud!?” you huffed in annoyance. “Oh my god! I couldn’t bear to hear it.”

“I guess Riki got some game,” Heeseung chuckled and you scoffed.

“That is such a boy respond of you.” you told him and he looked at you, offended.

“Woah hey, that hurts you know?”

“You seemed not offended by it.”

“A little, but I do admit it’s kinda gross hearing them do ‘it’” Heeseung answered.

You didn’t say anything but instead, turn on the volume louder but still, the sounds wouldn’t leave your ears, making you groan in annoyance again.

“I wanted to tell them to lower it down but that’s too much,” you complained once again before rubbing your face in hopes to remove all of the sinful sounds your ears had heard. 

Heeseung’s eyes never left you. He noticed how inaudibly uncomfortable you were. He couldn’t help but to look for a solution to it.

That is if you’re willing to agree to it.

“I know this might sound like a sketchy suggestion, but do you want to come to my room?” Heeseung asked out of nowhere.

You turned your head towards him, surprised. “What?”

“My room? It’s on the opposite side, so the sound would be muffled but we can just turn on some music so that it’ll bury the noise further.” Heeseung pointed to the other hallway that contained a few doors. It was far from Riki’s room but you hesitated to answer.

It’s a fucking trap. You insist. Heeseung may look all-innocent with his soft voice and bambi-like eyes but you have to constantly remind yourself that he is still a guy at the end of the day. God knows what he’d do to you in his room.

But for desperate measures? Maybe it’s not that bad at all, he did say that it’s a sketchy suggestion, Heeseung knows that his offer sounded weird to you. But would you rather listen to your co-member get dicked for the following hours? No fucking way.

“Fine,” you answered and you noticed how Heeseung’s eyes widened.

“Really?” he asked, surprised.

“Yes, but just so you know, I know hapkido,” you told him that it made him stop, stared at you, and nodded slowly.

“Thank you for the heads up.”

You stood up first before he did. You followed him towards the opposite hallway, away from Riki’s room, and fortunately, his room is at the end of the hallway.

“It’s not that cool, just giving you a heads up,” Heeseung shared before opening the door and letting you inside.

It was huge yet minimalist. The typical room setup — a bed, closet, drawer cabinet, and of course, a pc setup complete with a computer chair. There weren’t any decorations, the only odd thing about his room was the stack of gaming keyboards on his floor.

“Nice…room,” you commented. It smelled like his perfume along with some fabric conditioner which you didn’t mind at all. You stood at the corner awkwardly before Heeseung closed the door then proceeded towards his pc.

“I’ll play some music, see? You could barely hear them,” Heeseung said as he opened a music browser and looked for some songs. That’s when you noticed the noise was barely audible — it was almost mute which made you relax for a moment.

“Any suggestions?” he asked as he scrolled through Spotify.

“...Maybe some pop music?” you answered.

“I’ll just play some The Weeknd,” he clicked one of his playlist, and a familiar song from the said artist filled the whole room, completely burying the obscenity that’s happening a few rooms away.

“You listen to him?” you asked.

Heeseung nodded with a smile. “Huge fan — oh, you could sit on my bed, I don’t mind,”

“Only if you don’t sit beside me,” you said as you made your way towards his bed. It was soft and clean, Heeseung looked like he didn’t mind that you were in your outside clothes too.

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll just relax here,” he insisted, sitting on the gaming chair. He made himself relaxed, with his legs criss-cross on the seat while he leaned against the backrest.

Silence devoured you two. The only noise you could hear was the song playing from his speaker. You two stared at each other, not moving nor talking, which you found relaxing and yet, you couldn’t help but to notice how Heeseung stared at you way too long than he should.

“You seem guarded,” he observed and that made you let out a nervous chuckle.

“Why should I not? I am in a boy group member’s room,” you shared.

“First time?”

“No, of course not, just reminds me of my first time though,” you answered honestly.

“Care to share?”

You pondered for a moment. “You won’t laugh?”

“I promise, scouts’ honor,” Heeseung said, even crossing his heart which made you laugh.

“Are you even one?”

Heeseung faintly shrugged, “Well, we did an en-o’clock episode about it, does that count?”

“Whatever but long story short, I dated a senior of ours, been going out for months and then decided to just let him be my first…but it was so fucking bad then he dumped me three days later.” you shared. 

“What the fuck?” it was the only thing that came out of Heeseung’s lips. Disbelief written on his face.

You nodded at his reaction, “after that I cursed every boy group member and their ability to charm girls but underperformed when it comes to sex.”

“...You didn’t get to cum, I assume,” you nodded at his words.

“Aside from that, it didn’t feel intimate to me, it’s like, he’s just using me to get off,” you added.

“Wow, and he had the audacity to dump you?”

“Yeah, it was so bad that it didn’t even last an hour, no foreplays, just a short makeout — he was just eager to get his dick wet!”

Heeseung laughed at your story but you didn’t feel embarrassed nor offended by his laugh, he seemed amused by how you detailed your experience. That’s when he finally understood why you’re so protective over your co-member, you just didn’t want them to experience the same thing that happened to you. 

“You didn’t meet anyone after that?” Heeseung asked.

You shook your head as answer. “Well, obviously, he broke my heart. So I rejected any idols who asked for my number, plus with the continuous tours and comebacks, I didn’t have any time at all, my focus was on my group.”

“So, that was the last time you had sex, I’m assuming,” Heeseung pointed out.

“Yup.”

“Never thought about it again?” he asked.

“You heard my story, if I’d do it, I’d do it with…I guess someone who’s not an idol?” you said with uncertainty.

“His dick game was really that bad?” 

That’s when you agreed. “So fucking bad, I’d like to think that all male idols are that bad.”

“Not me though.” Heeseung casually replied.

His words made you scoff in disbelief. “Of course you’d say that,”

“Well, you wouldn’t know unless you actually tried it,” he pointed out.

You halted for a minute. Eyebrows furrowed at him. “What?”

Heeseung looked at the clock, “we have a lot of time to spare before midnight, I was suggesting that you might want to, relax for a bit,”

You stared at him appalled while Heeseung seemed so casual about what he just said. 

“Are you asking me to have sex with you?”

“You could say no if you want to, but the offer’s open,” Heeseung answered and you rolled your eyes before another scoff escaped your lips.

“You’re just like any other male idol,” you stated.

“Have you slept with other boy group members?” Heeseung asked tauntingly that it made you quiet for a moment. He smirked, infuriatingly and yet, you remained seated.

“Right, so why would you stick with that one experience? Come on, not attached to this one, unless you’re the type to have emotional attachment when it comes to sex, I’ll let you off the hook,” Heeseung convinced.

Has the room always felt warm? You don’t know why there’s chills on your nape and your hands clamming with sweat. Why is there a sudden shift in the air and your heart’s racing rapidly, that in a blink, you felt convinced.

“What’s in for me?” you muttered.

“Like I told you, maybe you should relax for a moment, you’re tense and guarded,” Heeseung pointed out.

“I should be tense, my youngest’s having sex with her boyfriend, I’m in Enhypen’s dormitory — specifically inside your room, who knows your sasaengs are lurking around your place and caught us sneaking,” you explained.

“You’re safe here, don't worry, and right now, just think of yourself, just for four hours, think of yourself not the eldest and leader of Krave, just you,” he insisted and something about the way he talked almost made you fold for him.

“I’m starting to wonder how many girls have you persuaded and slept with by just how you convince me,” you said. 

The smirk on his lips widened, teasing. “Oh, so you’re convinced? Don’t worry sweetheart, you’re the second girl I’ve ever slept with.," 

You stared at him for a moment. Heeseung tilted his head sideways, observing you and yet his stare didn’t have any weight on it. He looked at you like you’re the brightest moon tonight — not just a girl he seemed to eager to fuck.

That thought made you spin. He looked so alluring that you’re lost for words. Then he gestured to you to come to him. You don’t know why but you stood up, went to him and your hands intertwined with his. 

“I’m not gonna push you if you don’t want it, you could take a rest on my bed and I’ll wake you up after they’re done, but you know, I could make you release stress in some other ways too,” he explained, tone filled with genuinity that your heart betrayed you that moment because sleeping with him is just an option. 

You can say no to him. He’s giving you a choice to say no, but he’s also offering you to relax, let yourself melt and remove all the tense feeling in your shoulders. Just you. Heeseung said. Not the eldest member of your group, not the leader who’s on babysitting duty tonight.

“Are you sure about that?”

“A hundred percent, I won’t ask you if I am not sure,” he smiled. “And don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”

“You better give me a good reason to trust you Lee Heeseung.” you whispered to him.

“And if I told you that once you got a taste of me, there’s no turning back now?”

You hummed and he pulled you close, losing your balance and hoisting you up to straddle on his lap. You gasp at his boldness and yet, you didn’t move nor struggle.

Because a part of you was dying to feel what good sex feels like. Hearing your fellow member’s sex life and stable, healthy relationships with their significant others, you wonder when you will experience that same kind of bliss again.

If Heeseung, one of the popular k-idols in the industry, is offering you good sex especially with that body and face, who are you to say no?

“You’re with me?” he asked, brushing the stray hairs away from your face. You nodded, staring at him made you bite your lip and he seemed amused by how you’re still maintaining your composure.

“I need words sweetheart, do you want this?” he repeated.

“I…do, please,” you muttered, almost mute, and yet, you felt determined.

With your words, Heeseung’s smile turned into a smirk, hands brushing your cheek as his stare lingered for too long. “Good, let’s take it slow baby.”

Heeseung closed the gap first. Your breath halted the moment his lips landed on yours. It was soft, thick, tasting sweet and citrus like the gummy bears he was eating earlier. His arms wrapped around yours tighter as he pushed himself deeper against you, earning a choked sound from you.

He broke out of the kiss, worried as he looked at you to find any discomfort. “Too fast?”

“No, just surprised,” you answered, giving him a smile, in which he sighed and chuckled.

“Good, that’s good, just follow my lead, alright?” With that, he kissed you once again, same as the pace earlier, giving you time to adjust and sink everything that you’re here, on Heeseung’s lap, making out with him.

That’s when you moved, hands finding security on his shoulder as you moved your lips to respond to his. You could feel him smirking against you, but you pay no attention to it but instead, let your lips move along the rhythm he made.

Suddenly, the room felt hot and you became more hyperaware of Heeseung. It wasn’t just his mouth that’s moving around, you could feel his arms that used to be around your waist, slowly caressing every skin it could trail, making you flinch when his cold hands went underneath your shirt, just around your back then returning to the soft plush of your waist.

Your heart was racing at what would come next, especially when you could feel something rigid and hard underneath. The sudden awareness made you shift your position, earning a groan from Heeseung. 

“Sorry —” he shuts you off with a kiss before darting his attention towards your jawline, wet, loud kisses planted over your neck where you were most sensitive. You whine at his action, hands gripping his shoulder hard and still, you didn’t push him but instead, you let yourself fall under his touch.

“No marks please,” you whispered to him as you felt him sucking the skin near your collarbones. You felt him laughing against it before he lifted up his head towards you.

“Don’t worry baby, I won’t cause you any trouble,” he winked at you after his words and you could swear you felt your cheeks flush.

“It’s getting hotter here isn’t it?” Heeseung teased as he played with the hem of your shirt. “Would it be nice for us to loosen up, right?”

“Right,” you croaked before slowly, your shaky hands found the end of your shirt and without any thought, you stripped it off, leaving you in your bra.

You noticed how Heeseung’s eyes stayed on your chest for a good minute, clearing your throat, he shifted his look towards you before a chuckle left his lips.

Heeseung did the same, throwing his shirt somewhere, baring to you his lean, naked torso and defined muscles that seem well-cared by him. You’re not new to male idols and their tendency to expose their body, but seeing Heeseung’s naked body this close made you flustered all of the sudden.

“Can I?” he asked as his hands played with the strap of your bra. You didn’t answer him but instead unclasped the clothing all by yourself. Your heart was loudly pounding and tightening as you shrugged off your bra before letting it fall on the ground. 

Heeseung captured your lips once again, and this time he was more impatient — there was a sudden strike of hunger in the way he kissed you. Torrid, reckless but still, it ignited the heat pooling inside you, hence, you battled against his lips. It felt more dangerously addictive that you couldn’t help but to lean downwards on him, hands cupping his cheeks to get a better taste.

Heeseung seemed pleased with your hunger, letting you dominate him as he busied himself with your breasts. Playing with the right side, he felt how you mewl on his lips, giving him a more plea to play with it. Heeseung flickered the hardened buds with his thumb, making you gasp as you felt the shock traveling towards your body.

The sensation slowly turned you into a needy collection of nerves. Everything’s burning and painful, especially on your core, that you couldn’t help but to buck your hips against Heeseung’s thighs. The sudden thrust halted Heeseung — and so did you.

“Shit,” you cursed, embarrassment washed all over you because of the act. “Did I — sorry, I couldn’t —”

“Hey, it’s okay, just surprise,” he assured, biting his lips because your eagerness actually felt wondrous for him. He could feel his sweats tightening, and there’s that urge for him to free his cock from its strain, but with you, he wanted to take things slow and messy.

“Do that again for me, pretty, can you?” he asked, hands on your waist as if he was guiding you to move your hips once again.

You rolled your hips slowly this time. A loud gasp left your lips as your core grinded directly on his hard cock. Your clit was getting rubbed against your wet panty that you couldn’t help but to move once again, finding friction despite the clothed barrier between you two.

“Fuck — more, harder baby, feel how hard cock against you right?” Heeseung moaned, making you move harder and deeper, too lost in the sensation that you never felt before.

“It’ll be better if we take off our clothes baby, is that okay?” Heeseung suggested, making you stop.

“Oh…if that’s okay with you,” you told him.

“Whatever you want, baby, I’d like that too,” he answered and you found yourself getting off his lap.

You unbutton your shorts and push it down in an awkward manner, kicking it off along with your socks while Heeseung stood up from his seat and untied the drawstrings of his sweats. He left himself in his playboy boxer and your eyes wouldn’t leave the sight.

The print indicated that he was big. His cock was already standing tall, hard and straining against the cloth but it seemed like Heeseung didn’t care about it, not when he pulled you towards his bed and made you sit on his lap again. Now, in a more thinner barrier of both undergarments, you could feel him further — the length, its hardness, and how warm it is against your clothed cunt.

“Have you ever tried this one?” he asked, making you burst out in a fit of laughter.

“Did you say that on purpose?” you raised an eyebrow, hands brushing his messy blonde hair.

“You looked nervous, hope it’ll lessen the tension,” Heeseung observed and your lips thinned into a small smile.

“Well maybe I am slowly starting to be convinced,” you whispered to him, you felt him shift underneath, hands tightening on your waist while your hands caressed his face.

He smirked, “Convinced what?”

“That your dick game is good,” you teased before closing the gap. Heeseung reciprocated it immediately, kissing you like there’s no tomorrow as you started to move your hips in a slow, precise motion where your cunt grinds through his thick shaft.

“Can I?” he asked in between your kisses, his hands trailing around the curve of your ass, and you nodded eagerly, letting him squeeze the soft flesh as he guided you to hump further on him.

The anticipation heated in your body further. There’s that weird churn that slowly rises from your stomach that you could no longer ignore. Moving on your own, you humped on Heeseung’s lap like a rabbit in heat, while simultaneously capturing his lips in a more torrid and passionate manner.

You could feel it, your body getting sticky with sweat, Heeseung’s deep groans every time your cunt brushed on his shaft. He felt you on the edge that his hands found its way towards your waist and helped you move more precisely on his lap. 

“Want to see you get off just from humping on my cock,” Heeseung stated in between your kisses. He stopped and looked up to you, and you observed how starstruck he was. The thought made you whine as your hips never stop, chasing after that broiling heat on your core.

“Shit! — H-heeseung,” you whimper, already a mess as your eyes turned glassy while your body’s becoming too sensitive. You shifted yourself higher, nudging his head with your clit, making both of you moan in unison.

“Right there baby — fuck! Look at your panties, all wet and ruined for me.” Heeseung taunted as he kissed the shell of your ear, the act felt sweet and fluttering against the obscene act you two were doing.

“O-oh! oh my god — I —”

“Go on baby, come for me,” his words felt like a command because in just a second, something snapped inside your stomach and a never-felt sensation took over your body. You freezed at the sudden feeling, holding tightly on Heeseung’s shoulder while he watched you fall apart on top of him. 

“Great?” he asked while you were sinking in what just happened. 

“I — wait…wow,” you muttered, catching your breath while your body tense around him. Slurring mindlessly as you still haven't processed your orgasm while Heeseung watched you patiently.

“You alright? Do you want to rest for a bit?”

“What about you?” you asked, seeing that he’s still hard and aching.

“Oh me? Don’t worry, I’m just giving you time to rest and process everything,” from there, his gaze sharpened, something on him shifted. “We were just getting started after all.”

“I should get you off too,” you convinced but he shook his head.

“Y/n, this is all about you alright? Don’t worry about me,” he insisted.

“That sounds unfair.”

“We have hours for me to get off sweetheart, but for now, let’s just help you relax,” he didn’t let you rebut more. The next thing you knew, your back thud against his bed’s mattress before he hovered over you.

Your heart stopped for a moment, gazing at him who’s naked, sweaty, yet insanely, godlike as he stared at you as if you’re his meal tonight.

“Just lay there and be pretty for me,” he smirked and your heart was beating at the thought of what he was about to do. 

You watched as he gazed upon you for a second before rolling out his tongue, and started flickering your nipples while his other hand rolled the other side — all while maintaining eye contact with you.

“Hee —” you weren’t able to finish your sentence when he latched his mouth on the right mould of your breast. Sucking the nipples hard and needy before releasing it with a loud pop.

Heeseung abandoned your breast that moment. Leaving a lighthearted kiss in the middle before he started kissing your underboobs, then darting towards your stomach, until his mouth reached your navel — and then he stopped, eyeing on your panty before looking at you as if he was asking for permission.

Oh. 

“You’re gonna go down on me?” you asked, flustered.

“Do you not want me to?” he asked you back.

“No, just — fine, I trust you,” you answered, nervous and yet, curious at the feeling of someone going down on you.

“If it’s too overwhelming just tug my hair twice or thrice,” Heeseung instructed and that made you let out a chuckle.

“Why does it sound like you want your hair getting pulled?”

But Heeseung quickly hushed you, “that’s between you and me sweetheart.”

Without a word, his hands trailed on the waistline of your panty, tugging it down in one swift movement, leaving you completely naked. Instantly, you closed your legs but Heeseung casually grabbed your thighs, pushing it open for him. 

He stared at your puffy, still sensitive pussy, twitching at nothing before glance at you, looking naive and innocent as you lay gorgeously in his bed. Heeseung swore he almost cum at the sight. He could feel his hard cock aching to be released, twitching harder due to its sensitivity, but he chose to ignore it as he lay down flat on his stomach.

You weren’t able to do anything when he grabbed your legs and pulled you closer to him. His fingers found their way to your entrance, sliding on its lips up to its clit where he felt your legs shudder at the sudden contact.

Heeseung didn’t say anything — the next thing you felt was his tongue swiping upright on your cunt. The sudden action made you moan so loud that it echoed inside the room. You slapped your mouth hard in embarrassment while Heeseung chuckled faintly before giving your core another fat stripe.

“Don’t cover those sounds pretty, let me hear it,” Heeseung ordered, looking up to you with his eyes sharper than earlier. Your heart started to pound as you quickly nodded to his words. Heeseung seemed satisfied, lowering his head once again to devour your cunt with much devotion — leaving you breathless and spewing a series of breathy moans.

The sensation felt new to you, more intimidating yet hot to the core. It didn’t help that you could hear how lewd and loud Heeseung fucks your cunt using his tongue. The wet, slurping sound should’ve disgusted you but the feeling was undeniably heavenly that it made your toes curled. 

“Holy shit, Heeseung!” you screamed, too loud and whiny as you grabbed a fistful of his hair before tugging it once. The action made the man groan against your pussy, sending shockwaves on his cock — feeling it more needy and aching against the flat surface of his bed, Heeseung could help but to grind his cock against it. It was begging for release that his hips started to move on its own. 

The two of you are too lost in chasing one’s pleasure. Heeseung’s tongue never left your pussy not once, burying his face further as he focused on flickering that little bundle of nerves, and at the same time, his hips continued rocking back and forth chasing his own high. It didn’t help that you’re pulling his hair harder than before, the sensation only made his cock throb harder as everything’s becoming too much on his side.

You came first, in a soft high-pitched whine as Heeseung removed his tongue and instead, sucked your clit hard. His tongue rolled around the bud as his lips drank every juice your cunt released. He didn’t stop, not even when you’re tugging his hair too tight that his scalp’s burning, it just edges him off, grunting against your cunt as his hips continue rocking against his bed.

Just in a snap, his orgasm came unexpectedly and he visibly shook, cum staining his boxers as he released nonstop after all that painful edging. His grunts were held back as Heeseung held on to your thighs tight enough that it’ll leave a bruise. You didn’t even notice that he had come, so immersed in your own pleasure that the next thing that only occurred in your almost sane mind was how Heeseung sat up on his bed, messy yet satisfied.

“Can you take more, pretty?” he asked, smirking as he moved to take off his soiled boxers, not even giving you a warning about his next move.

Your eyes went wide that it might pop out of its socket.

To say that he’s big is an understatement. Heeseung’s huge — hung, fucking hung that you froze at its sheer size. You barely remember your ex-boyfriend’s cock but suddenly, he doesn’t matter anymore, not when this one night stand had given you more than one orgasm compared to him.

“You look scared,” he teased and you didn’t react immediately.

“Will that fit?” you said, stuttering.

“We’ll make it fit,” he said as he sat next to you and before you could complain, Heeseung placed you in between his legs, his hard cock poking your back that you’re very hyperaware of. 

“Think you could give me more pretty? Let’s relax that silly head of yours, alright?” he whispered to yours as his hands trailed on your breasts, cupping it lightly while the other one stretched its way towards your pussy.

Heeseung didn’t ask for any permission at all, using his hind legs, he pushed your legs open for him, trapping your still shaking legs along with your sensitive pussy.

The first touch was light, featherlike, ticklish that a contented moan escaped your lips. Heeseung’s hands traveled on your clit, rubbing circles around it — not too rough nor too fast, just the right amount of tease that you resisted against it.

“Don’t struggle baby, just relax, are you still sensitive?” he asked softly, cooing as he rested his cheeks on your temples.

You nodded, and yet, your pussy’s still throbbing. It still hurts, gaping for something big enough that it’ll fill you completely.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, I want it inside,” you answered.

“My fingers?” he asked, his delicate digits gathering slick around your pussy, protruding your entrance, almost teasing that you sighed in annoyance.

“Your cock…Heeseung, please,” you told him.

“Oh baby, as much as I want to, we got to prep you pretty girl,” he gives you a kiss on the temples before plunging one finger inside — completely contrasting the action earlier.

“We have to make sure it’ll fit your tight pussy, don’t we?” he teased, chuckling dark and low, as his finger thrusts in and out of your cunt, before sliding another one, catching you off-guard as his slender digits did scissoring actions to open your walls more.

With your cunt still sensitive from the previous orgasms, every move and curl gave nothing but continuous spasms on your body. You were squirming like a worm around Heeseung, breathing heavily as your hold on his arms tightened.

“Heeseung please,” you cried, not knowing what your plea was until he poked a specific area that made you arch your back naturally — that’s when he knew, chuckling like a tease he was before he hushed you by kissing the tears rolling down on your eyes.

“Is it too good pretty?” Heeseung asked and you don’t know what to say other than to cry louder. Whining like a kicked-out puppy as your nails dig on his skin deeper.

“You’re still tense baby, I could feel you clamping on my fingers,” he said with a gentle tone and yet his fingers were curling that area nonstop, faster and hastily that it’s bringing another intense feeling inside your cunt.

“I don’t think I could do it anymore,” you whispered to him before another moan knocked out of your lips.

“You can,” he said with confidence. “You’d do it for me, right?”

“Heeseung —”

“You’ll do it for me,” he ordered and his words did nothing but to push something out of you.

That’s when Heeseung felt it. The warm gush of liquid that your cunt released, completely messing his fingers.

“Fuck,” he said in disbelief as the smile on his face became wider.

“Oh my god, I’m really sorry, I didn’t know — god —” you weren’t able to finish your words when Heeseung kissed you hungrily, teeth clashing and tongue tasting every skin his lips could feel, making you whine at his intensity.

And as he broke out, he could see how red and swollen your lips were, making him satisfied as he leaned down for more, that’s when you held onto his shoulders, reciprocating his hunger while his fingers continued thrusting inside your cunt.

“Make a mess for me pretty, keep fucking doing that,” he commanded, curling that spot that made you squirt nonstop. He continued abusing that spot until his bed’s completely wet and your thighs were nothing but a mess, mixed with every slick and juice your pussy had released.

Without any words, you’ve reached your orgasm. A high-pitched scream echoed inside his room as your legs shook at the intensity. Heeseung didn’t stop even when your eyes were turning white, in fact, he was humming teasingly as he saw you all worn-out and melting under his touch.

“Don’t sleep on me pretty,” Heeseung said as he pulled out his fingers out of your sensitive pussy, making you cry at the sudden loss. He gently lays you down as he lets you rest for a moment, giving you ample time to breathe and relax before the real deal.

Heeseung reached out on his side table, opening the second drawer, he pulled out a strip of condoms and with much precision, snapped one and ripped the wrapper open.

He rolled the condom around his length, moaning in satisfaction as he began stroking his hard shaft, preparing himself as he crawled back to you who seemed to be still in the high of your previous orgasm.

Heeseung relaxed you for a moment, leaving soft, short kisses on your jawline and downwards your neck, giving off a ticklish sensation that made you moan quietly.

“Ready pretty?” he whispered while continuing to leave kisses on your sensitive skin.

“Hmm,” you hummed unknowingly but Heeseung didn’t stop at all.

“Words pretty, come on,” he gestured and the only thing you did was hold onto his shoulders as another whine left your lips.

“Ruin me Heeseung,” you said to him and something about what you said shifted something in Heeseung’s mind.

“Baby, you don’t know what you’re asking,” he said with a smirk. “You’re already ruined, look at you.” 

He didn’t let you say another word. Heeseung pulled you into his grasp, his hard length, standing tall and proud, poking your inner thighs that you were suddenly jolted into reality.

“You don’t know that I’m just holding back from ruining you further,” Heeseung taunted, stroking his cock on your entrance. The fat tip slides teasingly on your entrance. It was warm and fuck — does it feel wondrous yet dangerously teasing. It didn’t help that Heeseung’s rubbing it at your clit at any chance he could have, making you whimper at his actions.

“Put it inside please, please Heeseung,” you whimpered, almost a cry as your hands tightly held onto his bed’s sheets.

“Relax for me first,” he ordered, spreading your legs further before gently nudging the blunt head of his dick on your entrance. He almost cursed. He could feel how his tip’s barely inside and yet, your cunt’s already hugging it tight.

Heeseung pushed it in, slow and careful, stretching your cunt open for his cock. He slides slowly, letting you adjust to its girth while your hands had crumpled the sheets hard, absolutely clueless that his fat cock’s going to rip your walls apart.

He went all the way, completely filling your pussy all the way to the end. The thought of it gave nothing but severe chills on you, and yet, you never felt this level of bliss before. 

“You with me?” he asked and you nodded feverishly.

“You’re big,” you babbled, and Heeseung only stared before letting out a soft laugh.

“I’ll start moving, alright?” he said.

“Hmm, please move,” you told him.

Heeseung slowly moved his hips. You could feel him thrusting inside you slow and gentle, careful not to hurt you as slowly, the pain inside your core was being replaced with the pleasure of how his cock penetrated your walls all the way in. 

“More please,” you blurted out. 

“More?” Heeseung teased as he grabbed your legs, placed the right one on his shoulder and the other one wrapped around his waist. The new position gave him more leverage to pound inside your tight pussy, and this time, Heeseung’s not holding back anymore.

The room’s hotter than before, and everything smelled like perfume, and body fluids. Everything’s becoming too much for you as your moans and the lustful sounds coming from Heeseung’s mouth mixed along with the way his thighs slapped on your cunt hard — additional to that, The Weeknd’s still playing in the background. 

You don’t know that you’d be able to reach this level of high. Suddenly, you couldn’t think of anything other than how Heeseung pounded on you senselessly like an animal in heat, and yet, it feels so damn heavenly. You could feel your body melting on the bed, grip on his sheet loosened and your eyes were getting drowsy, drowned in the ecstasy of the act, while Heeseung didn’t say a word as he kept on ramming his cock inside your tight cunt.

Christ. Your head’s spinning and you’re slowly levitating with the way Heeseung’s cock slides in and out of your tight pussy. Heeseung noticed it quickly, how light you feel now, only soft moans and whines escaping your lips. You were getting numbed and that only made his cock twitch in satisfaction as he pounded inside you harder than before. 

“Feels good angel? Look at you drunk on my cock, you’re barely even moving,” Heeseung taunted. Seeing you unmoving, eyes turning white as your body shakes, his mind is slowly getting into him. He thrusted harder, more precise at a certain spot that had you moaning unknowingly. 

Heeseung’s fucking you into oblivion. You don’t have total control of yourself anymore. You just placed every single amount of yourself into him while he continued to plunge his cock all the way. Both of you were already messy. Sweat mixing, and obscenity could be heard with how his cock squelched as he pounded on your dripping pussy.

If that wasn’t enough, Heeseung reached for your clit, stroking it lightly that you jolted at the pleasure. You screamed hard and loud, shouting his name as the churn in your stomach became too hard to deny at all.

“Going to come now angel?” Heeseung asked, hovering at you, almost folding the leg on his shoulder. His thrust never stopped, pounding inside you at that sharp yet precise movement that it’s the only thing you could sense despite being overstimulated.

A whimper was your answer and that was his only cue, he focused on ramming your cunt. Bruising your cervix at every brush it makes. Your walls became more tighter and warmer, clamping around his cock that Heeseung could feel his orgasm brewing too. 

“Fuck pretty —” a mixture of groan and whimper escaped his lips as he bites his lips hard, wounding it as his cock twitch sensitively. 

“Heeseung —”

“Gonna come too baby, you with me?”

You nodded, eager and greedy to chase your high. Heeseung’s hands grabbed your waist and without any thought, lifted your torso as he pounded inside you nonstop as if you were just a fleshlight to him.

The coil snapped and in just a second, both your orgasms came. Echoes of moans and cries filled the room, as your body shook feverishly at the intensity. Your legs had lost its strength, falling on the side while Heeseung gripped on your waist tight, releasing his cum inside the condom before pulling out without any thought.

He stroked his cock messily, rubbing his slit to release more of his cum, completely staining his hands and your stomach while you catch your breath. You didn’t complain further as you felt his warm cum mark you completely. 

Seconds turned, minutes passed and Heeseung laid on his back next to you. Both of you were totally ruined. Hair disheveled, bed wet with the mixture of fluids, as the high remained in your body and mind. 

“You with me?” Heeseung asked out of nowhere.

You hummed as an answer. “I don’t want to move.”

That’s when Heeseung sat up from his place, glancing at you whose eyes were drowsy.

“Go take a rest, I’ll just get you some water,” Heeseung said, brushing your hair so lightly that you couldn’t help but to lean onto it.

Slowly, your eyes closed and as Heeseung watched you fall in your deep slumber, he gave you a short kiss on the cheeks before standing up to clean himself. 

-

You don’t know what time you woke up.

All you know is that you’re clothed now, the sheets were already cleaned and replaced, and there’s even a blanket thrown over you.

You tried to sinked-in where you are right now, recalling everything that happened earlier as you glance at the person who’s sitting on his computer chair, mixing some tunes on his pc — that’s when it hit you.

“Oh my god,” you mumbled, and yet, that’s enough for Heeseung to turn around and look at you.

“You’re awake,” he said, relieved.

“What time is it?” you asked, looking around his room for a clock.

“It’s two-thirty,” Heeseung casually replied and yet, your eyes widened.

“What!?” 

“Well, you were knocked-out dead after we…and Riki also let his girlfriend rest, so we didn’t want to bother waking you up.” Heeseung nonchalantly explained.

“Shit, my manager’s going to kill me,” you said before standing up but almost stumbled because your legs were numb and your pussy’s sore. If it wasn’t for Heeseung who caught you immediately, you were probably on the floor now.

His arms were on your waist, helping you stand carefully while you muttered curses under your breath.

“Huh, I guess the sex didn’t help you relax at all,” Heeseung observed, seeing how agitated you were.

You stopped, remembering why you ended up oversleeping. The two of you stared at each other for a second, and that’s when you felt your heart beating fast again as the rush of blood flushed on your cheeks.

Then you remembered how he was earlier. The sex, his dick — and how he took care of you after the act. You couldn’t believe that Heeseung’s real, and you just had sex with him earlier. He really didn’t lie when he said his dick game was good.

“Sorry, I overreacted again, where is she?” you asked, guilt washing on you.

His hand loosened on your waist. He hummed, “She’s still asleep, Riki said if you woke up, we could wake her up now, would you like that?”

“Of course, thank you.”

“No problem, let’s wait outside, alright?” he suggested and you nodded. Immediately, you two went outside, returning to the living room where it’s audibly quiet now.

“Heeseung,” you called out, almost stuttering. Heeseung turned around and looked at you.

“Thank you, the sex did help me, I slept like a baby afterwards, thank you,” you said softly, almost embarrassed and yet, Heeseung smiled sweetly.

“Dick game that good?” he teased and you only chuckled.

“Yeah, fortunately,” you admitted and Heeseung laughed at your answer.

Not a few minutes later, Heeseung returned to the living room with your co-member and Riki. your worries fade out when she looks happy and satisfied that you didn’t pry further. She bid goodbye to her boyfriend, hugging him as if it’ll be the last time they’ll see each other.

Young love. You thought, watching them, that you didn’t notice Heeseung standing beside you.

“Hey,” he said, making you glance at him.

“Hi,” you smiled.

“Here,” he handed you a folded paper and you looked at it confused.

“What’s this for?” you asked, opening it and seeing a number and Heeseung’s name on it.

“Just in case you have babysitting duty again,” he winked. “Or not, you know where you’ll contact me.”

You stared at him and he gave you a smile, you returned it immediately as you placed the paper in your short’s pocket, because who knows, maybe you’ll do another babysitting duty again, so might as well inform him beforehand, right?

Some of the employees, whose faces you had started to memorize, began closing the chairs in the restaurant’s outdoor area; a sign that you should give up on staring at the establishment’s door and windows. — At least you would accept the outcome of the night.

Your boyfriend was late; specifically, one hour and seven minutes late. No, you did not admit to knowing the exact seconds. — Was it strange to be unable to stand or grow tired of checking the time displayed on your phone?

Staring at the restaurant’s classic dessert — which, by the way, was very good, and you would have loved to enjoy it at a better moment; that way, not wasting all of the chef’s effort with melancholy and drama — you watched as it was almost completely melted and had lost the will to finish it. You did not care about the feeling of embarrassment pressing against your chest. Your crossed arms could not hide your frustration from the waitress standing in front of you.

She gave you sympathetic looks, almost in a gentle way. The poor girl seemed as though it was the first time she had ever witnessed a date being stood up; she did not know what she could do. — The hiring team had never trained her for this kind of situation.

“Would you like to save the slice of tiramisu?” — she asked with a slightly uncomfortable smile, still trying to be understanding. It was the third time she had stopped by your table. — “We can place it in a more… suitable container, if you’d like.”

“No, thank you.” — You lifted your eyes, which had been admiring the melted, burning candle on your table, thanking her with your best attempt at a smile; it did not seem like enough. — “This is what happens when you lend your boyfriend to the city.” — You laughed without humor. The comment was a thought that had unfortunately escaped out loud.

“Oh, is he a police officer?”

“Worse.” — The waitress nodded, pretending to understand so she would not prolong the conversation, and walked away.

Checking your phone, even though you did not want to, it was 7:12 PM. Some notifications could distract you, perhaps. Looking through specific emails might actually be considered entertaining at that moment, or checking your gallery; anything was more interesting than your current situation. — You felt embarrassed, but more than that, honestly; you wished you could know every synonym for “embarrassment,” judge every paragraph in the dictionary, and have the chance to throw them all in your boyfriend’s face.

In the end, you did not give the dessert another chance and asked the waiter, who had been waiting since your arrival, for the bill. You made sure to leave a tip, which resulted in his eyes lighting up and a warm thank you, then stepped out of the restaurant and continued through the busy city streets. — The cold breeze did not bother you; you remembered the news reports and had brought your leather jacket. On the bright side, it was pleasant weather. — While the sky was painted with the orange hues of the late afternoon, blending into the beginning of the almost-night, you could hear a few sirens and helicopter blades echoing from afar.

Oh, right.

As an ironic coincidence, your phone started vibrating inside your purse; when you grabbed it, you bit the inside of your cheek — a habit of his that you seemed to have picked up — as you read the contact name and answered immediately.

“So, it seems like someone remembered they have a girlfriend.” — You teased, waiting for the traffic light to turn green so you could cross the street. On the other end of the call, a mixture of metal being crushed, something being thrown far away, and someone screaming fell into sync; accompanied by Jungkook’s heavy breathing.

“Hi, Jagiya!” — He could not hide the overly excited tone in his voice, more than he should have and more than the situation allowed, when he heard your voice. A voice with a strong accent echoed something like, “COME HERE, SPIDER.” It sounded so familiar? — “Ah, shit.”

“Jungkook, where are you?” — You continued waiting for the signal, this time impatiently. You could not believe he was calling you in the middle of a fight. — “Don’t tell me you’re fighting…”

“Fighting is a very strong word, sweetheart.” — Another metallic sound being thrown near your boyfriend. You heard him shooting webs. — “I’m having a conversation about anger management and its dangers with a friend who dresses like a scorpion.” — Something exploded in the background where Jungkook was. — “YOU WON’T CONTROL IT LIKE THAT, MAC!”

“Damn spider!” — The man’s words carried pure rage. The heavy metallic noises dragging along with his footsteps were clear through the call. This guy should be behind bars; the safety of this city was truly impressive.

“Now he’s jealous because i’m talking to the prettiest girl in the city.”

Regardless of the situation, or how serious it could be considered — whether he was being reckless or not — Jungkook never let go of his comedic spirit. Comments filled with pure sarcasm, terrible jokes, or historical references and random facts were part of his double life. — Of course, he recognized his limits; he knew that classic humor could not always save him from trouble. But the important thing was to remain willing to face those situations.

Besides that, his stupidly unfunny jokes and cheap pick-up lines made you laugh. — So, one point for Spider-Man.

“I’m sure he didn’t have any friends in college.” — Jungkook commented to you, but he did not fail to shout it loud enough for the villain to hear. You slapped your forehead with your hand. Immediately, the light turned green, giving you the chance to cross the street. — “He’s very rude.”

“Jungkook, we had a date, you know?”

“I know, sweetheart.” — He sounded genuinely sorry. You could picture his sad expression, his eyebrows drawn together and his lips forming a pout; you shook your head at the image. — “I’m sorry, please! I was planning the perfect date with dinner, little kisses, taking you to the bridge so we could watch the sunset, more kisses…” — Before he could finish his sentence, the masked man was interrupted by a growl; it was strange, and somehow difficult, to take Spider-Man’s criminals and villains seriously.

During your walk, you came across a flower shop. The flowers displayed in front of the store were beautiful, so delicate and breathtaking; you stopped in your tracks to admire them peacefully. The owner of the establishment, a kind elderly woman, introduced you to the flowers. — Meanwhile, things being thrown around and the Scorpion cursing at Spider-Man played through your phone; sometimes, you could hear Jungkook humming a song.

“Mom, look. It’s Spider-Man!” — A child beside his mother, who was looking at the flowers in the shop, shouted to get the woman’s attention. Your head immediately turned when you heard what the little boy was pointing out, and you followed his gaze toward the huge screen on the building across the street.

The masked hero swung across the block with his webs, dodging the Scorpion’s enormous metallic tail. The recording was live, but the quality was far from perfect.

“Just come back in one piece, Ggukie.” — You remembered you were still on the call. Your heart could not deny the tightness of worry; you did not care that he was in control of the fight, you just wanted Jungkook to be okay. — “Please.”

“You know i always come back to you, my love.” — You could feel, or rather hear, your boyfriend’s gentle and devoted smile. Deep down, you could not stay angry at him. After all, it was not entirely his fault. Jeon ended the call with the sound of a kiss, leaving you to continue your way home after admiring the flowers and promising you would return another day.

Your apartment was not that far away; only a few steps remained, about six minutes until you arrived. You wanted to feel excited, like you normally did whenever you knew you were getting home, but you felt strangely tired. — You knew what it was. — Still, you continued walking along the sidewalk. The streetlights began turning on, casting long shadows across the ground; it was the end of the day.

“Good evening, citizen.” — A familiar voice startled you. — “I’m looking for a girl who was unfortunately abandoned at a restaurant by some idiot guy. Have you seen her?”

Following the direction of the voice, you came face to face with a heroic, arachnid figure hanging upside down from a web. The reddish-blue suit, with black details, was dirty and covered in scratches; probably caused by the sharp edge of the Scorpion’s tail. Not to mention the mask, which had a small tear near the cheek area. — Jungkook would spend the night repairing that suit; and you would be right beside him,

You had not seen him before. — You had been so lost in your thoughts that you had forgotten the world around you. — That was why you startled so easily and quickly composed yourself; crossing your arms, trying to contain any smile threatening to appear on your lips.

“Hmm, i don’t think so.” — You shrugged, pretending you had no idea what your boyfriend was talking about. Jungkook lightly swung on the web and shook his head. — “But i’m sure she must be upset with the guy.”

You took a step forward, standing face to face with the arachnid; able to hear his embarrassed sigh.

“She has every right to be.” — Jungkook did not care about the looks the two of you were receiving from the people on the street; some were taking pictures or recording videos that would be posted online or sold to the press. He only cared about you; about making things right with his girlfriend. — “Aegi, i know this is an extremely stupid way to show up after ruining our date.”

Spider-Man detached the web holding him upside down, twisting his body with a flip before landing in front of you. Now, the two of you were face to face; or rather, face to mask. — If he were crazy enough, Jungkook would have already removed his mask and kissed you right there in the middle of the street.

“I have an explanation, and it’s a very long one, but it doesn’t change the fact that I left you waiting at the restaurant.” — He was behaving himself, holding back, stopping himself from touching you the way he wanted to; Jeon remembered that you were in public. Spider-Man was only reminding you to be careful. — “Please, don’t ever think you come second. Because you don’t.”

“Ggukie…” — You whispered his nickname. Your eyes admired him with such affection, with a love Jungkook felt he did not deserve. He could see the brightness in your gaze. — “…it’s okay. We can reschedule another—”

You were immediately interrupted by the hero.

“You trust me, right?”

“What do you mean?” — One of your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the question; it was such a ridiculous thing to ask, honestly. Tilting your head, you tried to understand what your boyfriend was planning. — “What kind of question is that?”

“So, that’s a yes.” — There was a playful edge to his words. Without wasting another second, a web shot around your waist and pulled you forward, making you collide with Jungkook’s solid body. Your scream was met with his laughter. — “Come on, you’re used to this.”

Your hands rested against the arachnid’s chest, while Jungkook’s arm wrapped around your hips, holding you tightly.

“Spider-Man…” — You tried to scold him, and his real name almost slipped from your lips. Jungkook raised his arm, shooting a web toward the nearest building. Nothing could stop him now; there was no point in trying to complain or protest.

“As always, hold on tight, my beautiful girl!”

There was no ground beneath you; it had completely disappeared. That classic second when your body realizes there is nothing beneath your feet continued to surprise you; it did not matter how “used to it” you claimed to be, just like he had mentioned. — However, you were never afraid of something going wrong or of losing your support; you were completely safe with Jungkook. — The hero’s arms were wrapped around you; he held you against his chest as if you were the most precious, valuable thing in the entire city.

And you were.

A few minutes later, he took you to the destination he had wanted. The bridge connecting one side of the city to the other; but with one difference — you were standing at its highest point. — Only special people, those permitted on construction sites, could reach it. — A part of the city that was not crowded; one of the only places like that, actually.

Jungkook landed carefully. — Extremely carefully. — Your feet touched the structure of the bridge, but the masked hero’s hands remained around you; and he would not let go. Without rushing or putting any pressure on you, he waited for your reaction and allowed you to take in the scenery.

Your eyes wandered across the orange-painted sky, blending into a mixture of colors, while the river reflected it below; the sun slowly disappeared behind the enormous buildings. — It was perfect. It looked like a painting.

“Jungkook, this is…” — You were speechless. Maybe a strong emotion was growing inside your chest, and you did not know how to control it. — “…beautiful.”

Jeon slowly removed his mask. Taking a deep breath, he seemed to savor the air around him. Small bruises and a tiny cut on his eyebrow were visible on his face. There was no longer Spider-Man.

Now, he was only your boyfriend.

“Did you think so?” — Jungkook brushed his nose against your cheek, leaving small kisses against your skin. — “I wanted to bring you here from the very beginning. Consider the dinner an extra.”

He buried his face against your neck like a puppy rescued from the street; while your arms wrapped around your hero’s broad shoulders, your fingers ran through Jungkook’s messy black hair.

“Well, i’m impressed.”

Jeon smiled when he heard you and lifted his head from your neck, meeting your beautiful eyes.

Jungkook slowly raised his hand toward your face with care and tenderness; as if he was afraid he would break you or leave a crack. — He cursed himself for touching you with those dirty hands; you did not deserve that. — His eyes then fell to your lips.

He could not tell who moved first, or if it was both of you, but the space between you disappeared when the oldest’s lips touched yours.

Pulling him closer by the collar of his suit, you deepened the kiss that had started softly; it transformed into something warmer, something more intense.

Jungkook’s grip on your waist grew stronger, bolder; he wanted to merge with you, to keep you as close as possible. The desire to protect you, to keep you within his reach, was overwhelming. — His determination and need to keep you safe would never disappear; Jungkook would give his life for you. — Even if he failed, he would never leave you.

The first lie that you tell yourself you aren’t going to succumb to the temptation to click on it. The second is that you are only doing so because you’re curious and have a right to know. 

But the reality is that you are not curious because you already know how these things work. A blurry photograph taken out of context, a vague caption to suggest just enough to turn a whisper into a wheel that keeps turning, and then a few anonymous comments from people who know nothing about your life that suddenly becomes thousands of strangers that feel entitled to decide what is happening inside a relationship they have never seen. Leaving the people whose lives are subjected to the microscope feeling naked and judged before the self-assembled celebrity court. 

Usually, you can ignore it. Usually, you are better at remembering that Jeon Jungkook is one of the most recognisable people in the world and that rumours are simply another part of the noise surrounding him. But today the headline catches you at the wrong moment.

| Jungkook spotted with mystery woman; fans speculate new romance.

You hate that your stomach twists before you even read the rest. You hate that there is a tiny, irrational part of you that wonders whether there is something you have missed. Whether his busy schedule, the late nights, the cancelled plans and the moments where he seems lost in thought, have nothing to do with exhaustion and everything to do with someone else.

You know him. You know the way he laughs when he is genuinely amused, the way he gets embarrassed when you compliment him too seriously, and the way he pretends not to care when you tease him but always ends up smiling. You know the man who steals the last piece of food from your plate and then acts offended when you call him greedy, the same man who falls asleep holding your hand because he claims it is more comfortable, even though you are fairly certain he just likes knowing you are there.

But the internet does not know any of that, and unfortunately, for a few minutes, neither do you.

You close the article and place your phone face down on the table. It should be easy to move on —except when Jungkook comes home later that evening, you are quieter than usual. Not enough that anyone else would notice, but he picks it up. Jungkook isn’t some perfect mind-reader, but he’s been in your life long enough to know what your ordinary is. He knows what your silence sounds like when you are tired and what it sounds like when something is bothering you.

He drops his bag near the door and looks over at you sitting on the couch, the phone still in your hand. “What’s wrong?” he asks, face already creasing with worry as he slips off his jacket and hangs it up.

“Nothing,” you reply, a little too quickly, feeding his suspicions. 

His pierced eyebrow lifts. “Doesn’t look like nothing, baby,” he says. “What is it? Did something happen?”

You sigh despite yourself, because that is exactly the kind of observation that makes it impossible to stay upset around him. “Why do you have to know me so well?” you mutter under your breath, not really meaning for him to have heard you. 

But a small smile appears on his face as he walks towards you, he’s clearly heard every word. “Hey,” Jungkook says. “I like that I know you well. It means something.”

The softness in his voice makes your expression falter. He sits beside you, turning towards you and reaching out to turn your face gently to him. “Talk to me,” he urges. “What is it?”

You hesitate. It feels silly saying it aloud. It’s almost embarrassing because you know the truth. You know him and trust him —but feelings don’t always wait for permission before appearing.

“It was just something I saw online,” you blurt out. Jungkook wouldn’t have let it drop without you telling him anyway. 

His face changes slightly, concern etched clearly over his handsome features. “What kind of something?”

You swipe your phone on to unlock it and show him the article. For a moment, he’s silent, his expression hardening. Then he exhales quietly. “Seriously?” he states, clearly annoyed. “That must have been why my phone was going crazy; I have a zillion missed calls and messages from management.” 

“I know it’s probably stupid,” you say quickly. “I know rumours are rumours. I just—” You stop when you see his face drop, wishing you hadn’t let the whole thing affect you this much. Jungkook didn’t deserve it. 

He looks at you. “Just what?”

You look down at your hands, feeling like you let him down. But you couldn’t help your feelings, being in this situation was hard for both of you. You take a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Koo,” you tell him. “I just hate that sometimes I feel like I have to compete with a version of you that everyone else has created.”

He stays quiet, wide eyes taking you in without words as the room settles around you, the television playing softly in the background, forgotten. Then slowly, he reaches for your hand. “Y/N, you never have to compete with anything or anyone.”

You look at him hopefully. “Koo, I know. I just—”

“No,” he interjects gently. “I don’t think you do.” His inked fingers stroke over yours with a familiar touch as he looks you right in the eye. “The people who write those things don’t know me. They know a picture, a performance about a person they don’t know. They make up whatever story they want to make because it gives them something to talk about.”

Your heart aches for him. The almost shy boy that he was behind the global idol image, who wanted nothing but to laugh, play games, eat good food and be free to ride his motorbike. Who wanted to wake up beside you and feel loved. You hurt because you know standing at his side means you would have to keep up the strength to hold up those barriers together with him, because on some days they were just too heavy. 

“Honestly, I don’t even remember when this picture was taken,” he says thoughtfully. “I don’t even recognise who she is, I promise. I think I was running on two hours of sleep that day. They must have just…” He groans exasperatedly, body tensing as his jaw clenches. “—Fuckers. Now whoever she is, she’ll probably be getting a load of shit because of this. Fuck!” 

Your hand squeezes his back with affection, wanting him to know you were with him. That you shouldn’t have let doubt creep into your heart. “Relax,” you say softly. “Your company will handle it, right?” 

He sighs. “They will, but they shouldn’t have to,” he says frustratedly. “This is bullshit. They can’t keep dragging people into the firing line like this.”

It was typical Jungkook that he was thinking more of others than himself, and you love him all the more for it. “It’ll be okay, Koo,” you say. “It’ll die down, just like all the others did.”

“Yeah,” he says eventually. “It still sucks. And on top of all that, you know I get a bit… tetchy when I haven’t eaten properly.”

“You are quite annoying without food,” you tell him lightly. 

He gives a small laugh. “Sometimes.”

“Let me make you something,” you offer. 

But Jungkook’s expression has become serious again. “Not just yet,” he tells you. “I need you to understand something, Y/N.” You meet his eyes. “There is no mystery person, and no secret relationship. There is nobody else, baby —no one I’m choosing over you.” 

His words are to the point and hearing him tell you with so much sincerity means everything.  Jungkook has never been the type of man who makes grand speeches or makes promises just because they sound romantic. When he says something, it is usually because he has given it a lot of thought about it.

“I would never hurt you,” he says. “You believe me, don’t you?” 

“Yes,” you reply. “I trust you, Koo.”

His face visibly relaxes. “I hate that you were sitting here feeling like this alone,” he says. “I’m so sorry I was late tonight. Rehearsals went over.”

Your heart constricts in your chest. “I shouldn’t have brought all this up,” you say. “I didn’t want to bother you.”

His expression immediately changes. “You’re never a bother,” he says firmly. “Don’t ever think like that. I’m here for anything for you, you know that.”

The answer comes so quickly that you believe him before you can even question it. He moves closer and pulls you to him. You rest against his broad shoulder, inhaling the woodsy scent of him, content that you were here and nowhere else in the world. 

“You know what gets to me?” he says. 

You look up at him. “What?”

“That you think you have to hide things from me because my life is complicated,” he answers. “I never want you to feel that way.”

You swallow. “I just know how much pressure you’re under,” you explain. “I don’t want to add to that.”

“And I know how much pressure you’re under too,” he retorts. You look away, but he gently turns your face back towards him. “Please don’t make yourself smaller because of my job.”

The tenderness in his voice nearly breaks you. “Koo,” you whisper. 

“I mean it, Y/N. I don’t want you to feel like you must be the strongest person all the time just because I’m the one people are watching.”

You smile faintly, leaning into him again. “You’re getting very serious tonight,” you tell him, wanting to lighten the mood. He didn’t need the added stress of a pointless situation. 

“I’m always serious.”

You raise an eyebrow and shoot him a sceptical look. Immediately he breaks out into a laugh and holds out a hand. “Okay, okay,” he says. “Maybe sometimes.”

“That’s more accurate.”

He shakes his head with a grin and pulls you back to him. You relax against his chest, and you both just sit in silence for a few minutes. You listen to his breathing, feel the warmth of him beside you, and let the reality of the moment replace the imaginary version created by strangers.

“When I see rumours about myself, I usually ignore them,” Jungkook says suddenly. “But when it affects you, I can’t stand it.”

You place a kiss against him, and he strokes your shoulders slowly. “You’re the one person who sees everything,” he goes on. “You see the person behind everything else. The person who gets nervous and overthinks, who sometimes needs reassurance.”

A smile tugs at your lips. “You just described yourself pretty well.”

“Exactly.” 

He looks pleased that he managed to make you laugh and holds you tighter to him. “You still love me, right?” he asks tentatively. 

You nudge him in the ribs. “What kind of question is that?” you say. “You know I do.”

“I was just testing if you were still paying attention.”

You smile to yourself, relieved that your Jungkook was here. “You’re terrible!” you tell him. 

“So terrible that you can’t help but love me,” he counters.

You can’t argue with him, so instead you reach up and bring his face down, brushing a kiss against his lips. You look at him when you pull back, watching how his eyes darken as he looks back at you. 

You kiss him again, your earlier insecurity banished, the action reminding you both that these ordinary moments you share away from the eyes of the world mean more than any headline. Jungkook’s hand settles gently against your cheek as he kisses you back, and the affection between you feels far more real than anything written by someone who has never met either of you.

“Better?” he whispers when you break for air. 

You think about it for a beat. “Mostly.”

“Mostly?”

“I’m still annoyed.”

“At me?”

You smile, settling against him. “No, not you Koo —at the stupid internet.”

“Yeah, I get that.”

“Koo?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you,” you say. “For making me feel like I’m allowed to have feelings about this.”

“You’re allowed to have every feeling, baby,” he says. “But next time, talk to me before you spend an hour convincing yourself something is wrong.”

You look guilty. “Was I really that obvious?”

“Yeah, you kinda were,” he replies. You laugh, and he presses a kiss to your forehead. “I love you, you know?” 

Your eyes shut as you bury your face into his chest, his strong arms closing around you like a protective barrier against everything negative, reassuring you that he’s yours. “I love you too, Koo,” you whisper against him. 

The rumours will disappear eventually, and another headline will inevitably replace them, and then a different story will be invented by people who will never know the truth. But you will still have this. 

Jungkook’s hand holding yours, his voice reminding you with quiet certainty that whatever the world thinks it knows about him, the person beside you is the only truth that matters.

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