𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓷 ⋆.𐙚 ̊

If one were to ask why you were so terrified of going to the dentist, you could spend hours going on and on about how scary the feeling of the dentist drilling your teeth.

You knew they were doing it for your own good and how it's part of their job. But you couldn't helped it! Not when you were able to hear and feel the vibrations running down your body, from head to toe.

You disliked the feeling of having two to four equipments shoved into your mouth, forcing you to open it as wide as possible so they wouldn't sliced your sensitive gum on accident. You had to squeeze your eyes shut whenever you went to an appointment, which only further enhanced the sensation of feeling them doing god-knows-what on your poor teeth.

The last time you went for one was five years ago. Five years of actively avoiding going to the dentist. Five years of treating it like it's some sort of contagious virus. Five years of doing everything you can to come up with pathetic, flimsy and creative excuses whenever your mother proposed going to the dentist.

It was easy when you were still a college student, able to use your academics and club activities to defend yourself, telling her you didn't have the time to slot in an appointment. But when you graduated, you didn't have any means of weapon anymore, leaving you defenseless and acting like a sitting duck.

Much to your disappointment, your mother reacted faster than you expected. You were in your room, doomscrolling away on your phone, utterly bored out of your mind when she barged in without knocking, causing you to jump, yelping when the device landed squarely on your nose.

"Mom! What the hell!?" You exclaimed, rubbing your sore nose as you glared at her.

She ignored your outburst, a determined look on her face. "Get dressed, (Name). We're going to the dental for an appointment."

You groaned the moment you heard that, sinking into your bed. "But mom, I told you that I don't need it."

She clicked her tongue in disapproval. "I don't care what you have to say. Just get up and you better be dressed in the next five minutes or I'm dragging you out of the house myself."

You shivered, knowing how strict your mother can be when she's threatening you. Thus, you were left with no choice but to oblige—getting out of bed, throwing on more appropriate clothes. Although, how appropriate can you be when you're only going to a dentist appointment, where the dental is just a fifteen minutes drive away?

You settled on an oversized faded graphics shirt with a pair of pants. It wasn't too lazy nor was it too much, perfectly resting in the middle. Once you were done, you headed down to the living room, where your mother was waiting. She looked up, clearly pleased to see you and got up from the couch, sliding her phone into her bag.

"Good, you're ready. Let's go, the sooner we do this, the sooner you'd be done," she said, opening the door and stepped out, leaving you following her hot on her heels with a resigned sigh as you accepted your fate.

~

You were already shaking the moment you got into the car, which only got even worse once you arrived at the dental.

Your mother entered confidently, greeting the receptionist—a woman looking to be in her late 30s, cheerfully, like she wasn't responsible for your current state. The two chatted like they were old friends while you sat on the couch, fiddling with your trembling hands to distract yourself.

You let your eyes drift about, taking in the surroundings—the countless impressive certificates framed and hanged on the wall on your right. Every certificate had the same name—Nishimura Riki. You knew studying dental isn't a smooth-sailing process nor was it easy by any means, which meant that whoever this Riki person is, has to be extremely smart and gifted.

"…ed that you managed to convince your daughter to come over today," the woman told your mother in a hushed tone.

You strained your ears, trying to eavesdrop on their conversation while they paid you no mind, oblivious.

Your mother chuckled. "I had to threaten her or else we won't be here today. Is Dr. Nishimura in today? I haven't seen or heard his voice."

"Oh, he's running a little late. But don't worry, you can sit and wa—"

Ding.

The bell above the front door chimed, announcing the arrival of another person. At this, the receptionist paused mid-sentence, turning to the door from where she sat and she sent a friendly, professional smile to the newcomer.

"Ah, there he is. Speak of the devil."

Out of sheer curiosity, you turned to the entrance and your mind malfunctioned.

He's tall, tall enough to command the room without even trying. The man was dressed in black from head to toe with a pristine white coat donned over it, a takeaway cup of iced coffee and a pair of black-framed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He pushed it up with his left index finger mindlessly, like it's a reflex rather than an instinct, flashing the receptionist an apologetic smile.

"Sorry I'm late. Traffic was worse than I expected," he said, voice low and smooth and it flowed across the clinic effortlessly.

You barely heard anything, unable to tear your eyes away from the sight before you as you drank in every tiny detail, committing it to your memory. Pitch-black hair that's slightly tousled—either from the morning breeze, him rushing over or him running his hand through it. A sharp and elongated nose. A pair of kissable, full and thick lips.

No fucking way…

Your breath hitched, unaware of how you're clenching your fists with your nails digging into your palms. You didn't have to think twice, easily admitting that the man standing by the entrance is downright the most handsome man you've seen in your entire life.

"Dr. Nishimura, good morning. I see you're late as always," the receptionist greeted sarcastically.

Your pulse stuttered, eyes widening slightly when you heard his name. That's Dr. Nishimura? The very same dentist your mother had been insisting on bringing you to? You expected someone else—a middle-aged man with gray hair and a bald spot visible.

You didn't expect this—for the dentist to be this good-looking and dangerous for your sanity and heart. Speaking of your heart, it slammed against your ribcage when he glanced around the waiting room, even though there was no one else but you seated on the couch, before his gaze landed on your figure.

It took all of you to not flinched when you locked eyes with him. It was only for a second before he ventured further into the clinic, disappearing after rounding a corner. Your shoulders sagged with relief the moment he was gone, able to breathe properly without feeling suffocated.

Maybe, just maybe, you might find going to the dentist a little more tolerable now.

~

"(Name)? You may enter now. Dr. Nishimura is ready to see you," the woman seated by the high-rise receptionist counter informed you.

You nodded, standing from the couch, only to pause when you realized your mother remained seated, showing no signs of following you. At your bemused look, she waved you off with a dismissive flick of her wrist, shooing you away like you're some sort of persistent, annoying fly. Even though she's the reason why you're here in the first place.

"You can handle it yourself. You're a big girl now, I'll be here waiting when you're done," she said.

You swallowed, heart pounding in your chest when it hits you—that you'd be alone in the room with the man who oozes sex appeal. The thought of being in the same room and breathing in the same air space made your hands trembled like fallen leaves. Still, you didn't want to do anything that could lead to you being kicked out.

Not to mention, your mother is with you too. You can only imagined she won't have a positive reaction if she finds out your attraction to the dentist.

With that, you plastered a what you hoped was an assuring smile before heading to the one and only opened door after rounding a corner. A young-looking woman greeted you once she spotted you lingering by the doorframe awkwardly, hesitant on entering.

"Good afternoon! You must be (Name), right?" She greeted and you nodded, not trusting in your voice.

She gestured to the dental chair in front of her, her left hand holding an equipment. "You can place your things on the chair on your right and sit whenever you're ready. We'll begin once the dentist is here."

Right, you don't see him anywhere and a part of you felt disappointed while another part felt relieved.

Disappointed that you won't be able to see him just yet. Relieved that it won't be just the two of you, saving you from the sheer awkwardness. You did as you were told—placing your things down on the chair before getting onto the long dental chair, feeling the smooth surface beneath your skin.

You leaned against it, accepting the shielded sunglasses to protect your eyes from the blaring light which will be turned on in a short while. Your breath stuttered when someone tall entered your vision and you were grateful you had slipped the sunglasses on, the dark and tinted frames allowing you to shamelessly stare at him.

The man was no longer wearing his previous outfit, now dressed in the standard navy-blue scrubs with a mask covering the bottom half of his face. His hands were covered in a pair of white, disposable gloves. You sworn drool nearly trickled down your chin at how the thin, tight material was wrapped around his long, slender fingers, wondering how it'd feel shoved down your throat or into your cu—

"Let's see… (Full Name), twenty-five and…" He spoke up, voice deep and smooth, effectively snapping you out of your trance, only for his voice to trail off as he stared at the iPad held in his left hand, eyebrows furrowed.

"And what?" You asked, feeling anxious and nervous.

His lips curled up in an amused smirk. The sight of it shouldn't have made your stomach somersaulted, but it did, much to your horror and embarrassment. His eyes flicked up, locking with yours. Despite the tinted frames hiding your eyes, his gaze was sharp enough to burn through them, making you feel exposed.

"You haven't gone for an appointment since you were thirteen?" He drawled, faint mischief seeping into his voice, sending shivers down your spine.

Your face and cheeks flushed. "I didn't have the time for it."

The look the older man gave you said he doesn't believed your words. "Oh? Is that so? What could you possibly be busy with when you were thirteen?"

You opened and closed your mouth, unable to come up with a response. Seeing you struggling earned a chuckle from him, the sound sending heat pooling in the depth of your stomach. Riki handed the iPad back to the younger woman—who you assumed it must be his assistant.

"In any case, you're here for a regular check-up. So don't worry, you won't feel any pain," he said, not looking at you as he examined the stainless steel equipments laid out on the doctor's cart.

The woman moved to your left side, clipping a light, turquoise-colored paper towel around your neck loosely. You shifted, readjusting your position and felt the upper section of the chair leaning backward, the motion taking you along as well. You clenched your fists that rested by your sides, heart pounding against your ribcage as you sensed a presence behind you.

Through the frames of the sunglasses, Riki's head popped into your view, his hair hovering over his eyes but it did nothing to hide his piercing, focused gaze. You visibly flinched when he gently tapped your chin with his gloved right fingers.

"Come on, open wide for me," he murmured.

And god, you couldn't blamed anyone else but you and your mind for going off-track and for thinking of something else entirely. Something that involved him using you to chase his pleasure. Still, you complied because you wanted to be good for him. After all, who wouldn't want to be good for a handsome-looking man like Riki himself?

He squinted his eyes, switching on the light, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut out of instinct, only for you to reopen them when you remembered you're wearing the sunglasses. You felt something cold, small and metallic inside your mouth. Riki started off with a physical exam of your entire mouth, using the small mirror to check around your teeth and gums while gently tugging your lips up, forcing you to further widen your mouth.

The woman remained on standby, inserting a equipment into your mouth. You heard a faint sucking sound and assumed it's used to suck up your saliva, so you won't choked on it during the treatment.

It's nerve-wrecking, to say the least.

It felt like you're a patient laying on the surgery table, ready to be operated. Except in this case, it's more upfront and you're wide awake.

You forced yourself to look everywhere but the dentist himself, who's inspecting every inch and cavern, without leaving any minor or major area unseen. After what felt like forever, he was done and removed the small mirror from your mouth.

"Good news, your teeth looks fine but since you haven't been to a dentist for ten years, there's lots of plaque and tartar along your gum lines. It has swollen up but it'd be back to normal once I'm done," he reported, summarizing his findings.

You blinked, knowing there's a catch behind it. "And what's the bad news?"

"You have to come back six months later for a follow-up."

Well, that wasn't what you're expecting. If anything, that's supposed to be the good news. You won't mind coming back for the second time to be near him. You swallowed, shoving the unnecessary and distracting thoughts out of your mind, not wanting to leave a wrong impression on him.

"..Alright, I'll talk to my mom later," you answered.

Riki hummed, not saying anything else—an unspoken sign to end the conversation. You were disappointed, as you wanted to talk and interact with him more but you knew time wasn't on your side. Not when your mother was waiting for you outside.

You opened your mouth again when he wheeled back to his previous position, closing your eyes to let him start on the treatment.

~

"You looked different."

You blinked at your friend's sudden words, which sounded more like a statement than anything else. The two of you—you and Ningning, were having lunch at a cafe situated in the neighborhood. You're close with her, treating her like the sister you never have and vice versa. Even your families have been introduced to each other.

"What are you talking about?" You asked, leaning forward to sip your iced drink from the straw provided.

Ningning arched an brow, eyes never leaving your face. "Not appearance wise. More like…" Her voice trailed off, squinting her eyes as she scanned you with her intense gaze, tearing down the invisible walls you built around yourself, "are you in love?"

You choked on your drink. The cold, sweet liquid went down the wrong pipe and you repeatedly whacked your own chest, bursting into a coughing fit. Ningning made no move to help you, glued to her seat and a triumphant smirk stretched across her face.

"So I was right," she declared.

You flipped her off. "No, you're not. Don't get too arrogant, Ningning. You're being delusional."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Yeah right. I've known you for five years, (Name). I can tell when someone managed to catch your attention. So, spill it. Tell me everything."

You hesitated. "…I went to a dental appointment yesterday."

As you expected, the girl's eyes widened until they nearly popped out of its sockets. "What!? I thought you're afraid of the dentist!"

"Not so loud!" You hissed, eyes darting left and right when a few customers glanced your way at her sudden outburst. "My mom forced me to go and I couldn't say no anymore."

Ningning nodded, giving you her fullest attention.

You chewed on your bottom lip. "And the dentist is…"

"Is?" She echoed, getting impatient. "Come on, spit it out already."

You waved your hands about, making random gestures. "And he's hot."

A brief silence.

Different emotions flickered across her face. Surprise, realization followed by acceptance with a hint of mischief. She leaned forward, elbows digging into the edge of the table with her hands cupping her own face.

"So, that's why you went there. You wanted to see him," she drawled, eyes glowing with mischief as she shot you a knowing look.

Your cheeks flushed and you rushed to defend yourself. "I didn't know he's working there in the first place."

Ningning snorted, not believing you. "Right, and pigs can fly. Anyway, what are you planning on doing now?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb. Are you gonna try to slide into his pants or what?"

You choked on air. "Ningning!"

"I'm trying to help you out here," she pointed out, unfazed with how absurd the idea sounded, "I'm assuming he's older than you and that's even better. Older guys is more experienced than guys our age. They know how to make you beg, cry and sq—"

You reached across the table, slapping your hand over her mouth, silencing her mid-sentence. However, it didn't last long when something wet and slimey touched your palm, drawing a strangled shriek from you as you dropped your hand, wiping it on the napkin provided.

"You're disgusting," you complained.

"God forbid a girl from wanting her friend to get laid," she retorted.

You sighed, leaning into your seat. "I'm going back for a second appointment since I haven't been to a dental for a while."

Ningning snickered. "Do you really believe that? Girl, I think he just wanna see you again."

You kicked her in the shins under the table. "Stop being an enabler and try giving me some helpful advice."

She raised an brow. "Are you sure you want me to do that?"

You paused. "…No."

"That's what I thought. Time to put our brains to good use and come up with a plan to get into your hot dentist's pants!" She exclaimed, overjoyed for some reason as she clasped her hands together.

"I'm starting to regret this…"

~

Even though Riki told you to visit six months later, you found yourself in the dental three months later—three months earlier than the mentioned time period. If the past you were to see your current self—seated on the small couch of the dental's waiting area, you're certain your past self would have fainted on the spot or assumed they were hallucinating.

This time round, your mother wasn't available to accompany you, due to her being at work as it was a weekday, much to your relief. After all, you weren't just here for a simple follow-up. No, you're here to seduce him, hoping to catch him when he lowered his guard, like you're the bait and he's a fish swimming about in the ocean.

You worn something simple at first glance but if someone were to take a closer look, they'd be able to notice the minor efforts you put in—the way you opted for a miniskirt rather than pants, even though you're practically shivering from the freezing temperature being blasted from the overhead air-conditioner. The way you put on light makeup to make yourself looked presentable. It wasn't over the top but it's enough to make people do a double-take. The way you put in effort in your hair and appearance was more than enough to tell anyone what you're planning and your unspoken intentions.

The receptionist—who you weren't sure whether she's oblivious or pretending to not notice anything, peered at you over the edge of the counter.

"(Name)? You can enter now. Dr. Nishimura is ready to see you."

It's almost embarrassing and comical with how you jumped up from the couch, perking up at the mention of the dentist's name. You forced yourself to walk as per usual instead of skipping to the room, where the man was already waiting for you. Your breath hitched when you realized the woman from before was nowhere to be seen, clearing your throat once you arrived.

Riki raised his head, showing off his signature (and deadly) black-framed glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. Surprise flickered across his face at the sight of you before it was gone once he blinked. He lowered the iPad he's holding in his right hand, eyes darting between the screen and your face, like he's trying to connect the dots together.

"Didn't I tell you to come back six months later? Why are you back so soon?" He asked.

You have a feeling he knew the reason why you're back. Not to mention, the way he scanned you from head to toe—taking in your appearance followed by his eyes darkening a shade didn't go unnoticed. Satisfaction curled around your frame, pleased to know whatever you're wearing and how you looked has an effect on him.

"My teeth's hurting so I thought I'd dropped by for you to check on it," you answered innocently.

Riki eyed you, trying to figure out whether it's worth calling you out for lying to his face. Only for him to rethink his decision. He merely sighed and gestured to the empty dental chair before him.

"Fine, lay down and I'll take a look at it."

At that, you fully stepped into the room and laid on the chair. Your body flinched when he inched close to you as he clipped the paper towel around your neck. Shivers ran down your spine at the light, fleeting sensation of his fingers grazing your skin. You weren't sure whether it was done on purpose or intentionally. But, there's a small part of you that wished it was the latter.

You slipped on the tinted sunglasses that was handed to you, straining your ears to hear him moving about as he prepared the necessary equipment, followed by the snapping of disposable gloves as he slipped it on. You sworn you saw something silver glimmered under the overhead lights but it was gone when you blinked.

Riki wheeled himself over, spreading his legs slightly and you obediently opened your mouth, allowing him to examine the insides.

Even though this was your second time, you still weren't used to the weird, uncomfortable feeling of having something small and round poking around your gums and the back of your teeth, causing you to squirm about on the chair.

"Stop moving. I might end up accidentally hurt you," he murmured, voice soft but firm enough for his words to come off as a warning.

And fuck, you hated how you're already dripping between your legs. You can only prayed that it won't leave a visible wet spot behind, or you won't know how to face him afterwards.

Riki was oblivious to the countless thoughts running through your mind. He narrowed his eyes, faint wrinkles forming as he focused on the task at hand—checking every inch of your mouth.

When he was done with his inspection, he said nothing, wordlessly pulling the small mirror out of your mouth and wheeled himself to your left side. Riki stepped on something, refilling the new, empty plastic cup with water as you pushed yourself up, leaning over to gargle and rinse. You can feel his eyes fixated on the back of your head the entire time, the room filled with awkward and thick silence, until he broke it.

"You're not exactly good at being subtle," he commented, his gaze never leaving your face.

Your cheeks flushed. "What are you talking about?"

Riki chuckled. "Your teeth showed no signs of it hurting and it looks perfectly fine to me. If I were you, I'd tell the truth rather than lying."

You mentally cursed yourself for being such a fool, thinking you were able to trick him. You clenched your hands that rested on your lap, unsure of what to say. The dentist, on the other hand, didn't move. He simply waited patiently, like he has all the time in the world.

You plucked up the remains of your courage, lifting your eyes to meet his. "I think you're really hot and I want you."

Silence.

Well fuck, I didn't mean to say that.

A wave of remorse and embarrassment hits you the moment those words left your mouth. You felt warm, flustered with the bold words and confession. You were about to say something—that you're joking or how you didn't mean it when Riki reacted.

He chuckled, like this was the most hilarious thing in the world. Like nothing else he experienced can compare to this. The man stretched out his legs, showing off how long his limbs were as a cocky smirk took over his handsome face.

"Oh? I didn't take you as the bold type, but I guess you can never judge a book by its cover," he commented, amusement dripping in his voice.

You made a strangled sound. "I-I didn't mean to. I'm so—"

He paid your stuttering no mind, raising his free, gloved right hand, using two fingers to make the simple yet attractive gesture.

"Come here," he demanded, voice steady and even.

Anticipation and excitement pumped through your veins at his words and you weren't going to let this rare opportunity go to waste. You got off the chair, walking towards him, noting how he spread his legs wider so you're standing in the middle.

Riki had to tilt his head up to meet your gaze. You almost gasped out loud when he hooked an arm around your waist, tugging you down until you're awkwardly straddling his lap, hands on his broad, firm shoulders to brace yourself.

Your breath hitched, stomach flipping at the feeling of his arm around your waist, his touch burning through the thin layers of your clothes. He shamelessly scanned you, practically undressing you with his eyes, making you clenched down on nothing. You flinched, teeth sinking into your bottom lip when Riki moved his arm lower and lower, until it slid under the skirt.

His hand was warm, touch rough but gentle at the same time as he caressed your skin lazily and slowly, clearing taking his time in riling you up—

Smack!

You jolted on the spot at the sudden, strong and quick pain from his hand smacking your left asscheek. Your nails dug into the fabric of his blue scrubs, unable to face him and averted your eyes to the side. However, he wasn't pleased with your avoidance, considering how he reached out to grip your chin, tight enough to draw a pained whimper as he forcefully turned your head forward, forcing you to face him.

"Don't look away from me, doll. You wanted this, don't you?" He murmured, thumb stroking along your jawline. "Dressing like a slut and begging to be fucked. How would your parents act if they find out how you're willing to do anything for an older man?"

You made a pathetic, soft sound at his crude words that's mixed with mockery. It's a dangerous combo, dangerous enough for you to be dripping, panties getting soaked with your arousal.

"P-Please, sir," you begged, earning a low groan from him.

"Fuck, get on your knees for me, doll," he instructed, giving your asscheek one strong, absolute squeeze before you dropped, sinking to your knees.

You knew what he wanted you to do and you wasted no time—hooking your fingers over the hem of his pants, pulling it down until it landed around his ankles, leaving him in a pair of black Chrome Hearts boxer. You swallowed, mouth watering at the visible tent, poking against his right inner thigh.

Your eyes flicked up, waiting for his permission—which was easily granted to you with him nodding his head. His boxer came off, having the same fate as the pants.

You had to jerk your head back to avoid getting slapped when his cock sprung free from its restraints. It stood upright, tall and smug. The big, fat mushroomy tip have turned a ferocious shade of red—a sign of neglection. A bead of precum rested on the tip, glistening under the lights.

"Fuck," he hissed, thighs twitching when you wrapped your hand around his cock, fingers barely touching. The thought of that sliding into you made chewed on your cheek, desperately craving for it.

Looking at him all innocently, you leaned forward to give a kitten lick to the tip, collecting the bead of precum with your tongue, making a lewd and slow display of you spreading it across your lips without breaking eye contact.

Riki's eyes darkened a shade, his jaw twitching. You squeaked when he shot out his left hand, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanked your head forward, causing his cock to slide up your face until it touched your hairline.

"You think you're in control just because I ask you to suck my cock?" He sneered, pulling your head back, smirking at the wide, pleading and teary gaze you're giving him.

"Do it properly or you won't get anything," he warned you.

"Sorry…"

You winced when he pulled your head further back. "Sorry what?"

You gulped, knowing you're already leaking like a fucking faucet. "Sorry, sir…"

"Good girl."

What the fuck.

The sound you made was something you didn't know you're capable of. Riki made a mental note, tucking your reaction aside for future purpose. You leaned forward, taking him into your mouth with your hand holding the base, slackening your jaw and hiding your teeth with your lips, not wanting to accidentally hurt him.

Riki watched, heavily breathing as inch after inch of his cock disappeared into your mouth until he's hitting the back of your throat. He cursed under his breath, able to feel how warm and tight your cavern was.

You were surprised when he moved his hand down, tucking a few stray strands of hair behind your left ear. The action was tender and sweet—a huge contrast to how he was behaving a few minutes ago.

You began moving, bobbing your head back and forth, leaving visible spit behind on his warm, thick cock. You used your hand to touch the areas you couldn't reached, ensuring not to leave anywhere untouched. Riki groaned, tilting his head back, showing off his Adam's Apple that moved up and down vigorously.

A low series of sounds slipped from his lips—groans, grunts and cursing. You weren't aware his voice could go even deeper, deep enough for your brain to melt. Determined to make him break and fall apart, you pulled away with a loud "pop", snapping a string of saliva into half and trailed the visible, protruding veins along the sides of his cock.

At the same time, you moved to fondle with his heavy balls. Poor thing seemed to be on the verge of exploding with how it's full of thick, rich cum. It's messy and filthy—you sucking him off with drool trickling down your chin and landing either on the floor or your skirt. The thought of someone potentially walking in stirred further arousal in your stomach.

You gagged when Riki gave an experimental thrust into your mouth without warning. Your reaction only spurred him on, allowing him to fuck your mouth, using you like a fleshlight and a toy. Like you're nothing more than a tool for him to seek his own pleasure. You sat there—on your knees between his legs, looking pretty like a trophy wife.

"Shit, so fuckin' good for me, aren't you?" He moaned, voice low and raspy.

You couldn't helped it, hand sliding between your legs and pushed your soaked panties aside and touched yourself—fingers collecting your slick followed by circling your own clit. The sensation made your eyes rolled back, moaning around his cock. The vibrations traversed down the length of his cock, drawing a long moan from the man.

But it wasn't enough. Your fingers weren't making the cut, too short to reach deeper. You needed more. Something longer, thicker and bigger.

It didn't take him long to figure out what you're doing. When he caught up, he laughed—low and degrading.

"Touching yourself when you're sucking me off? Needy little girl, can't even wait for five minutes," he mocked.

You made a muffled sound, showing no signs of stopping as you continued fucking yourself with it, stretching your entrance as more slick dripped down your fingers.

"You'll let me cum in your mouth, right? Gonna swallow all of it and behave for me? Gonna show me how good you can be?" He asked, bringing his head back up to gaze down at you.

You couldn't speak, not when your lips was stretched wide around the thick grith of his cock. You can only rapidly blinked your eyes, making a muffled sound that's similar to you saying "yes, yes, yes." Riki huffed, amused at your obedience. His thrusts grew sloppy and his moans get louder, like he doesn't care that they are in his workplace, doing something as scandalous behind his wife's back.

How could he care when someone—a girl younger than him, was willing to do anything for him? He wasn't blind to how you looked at him the moment you first saw him. How you were fidgeting on the spot with your mother beside you, the older woman oblivious to what her daughter was up to. Riki knew it's only a matter of time before you reached your limit, but he didn't expect it to be this quick.

Not that he's against it.

He didn't warn you, simply cumming down your throat as he painted it in the shade of his cum. You gagged, throat constricting around his cock, ensuring to swallow every droplet, not letting any go to waste. Riki went limp in the chair, panting unsteadily and you took that as your sign to pull back, wincing at how sore your jaw was from the rough treatment.

Your lips was red, puffy and swollen. You remained where you were, resting your chin on his right knee while waiting for his instruction, like the good and obedient dog you are. Riki patted his lap twice, catching the way your eyes lit up. You scrambled to your feet, settling yourself on his strong, muscular thighs—like a queen sitting on her rightful throne.

Riki hissed when his eyes darted down, seeing your pussy glistening under the bright overhead lights. He pressed his thumb over your clit, savoring the choked moan you let out, eyes fluttering shut at the mere contact.

"Sensitive," he noted, twisting his thumb in a slow clockwise motion, dark and hooded eyes never leaving your face, taking in every micro-expressions you made—clamping your swollen lips shut, eyes squeezed shut and breathing through your nose.

"C-Can't," you choked out, squirming and thrashing about on his lap, like you weren't sure you wanted to push or pull him closer.

Riki hummed, his right hand holding you firmly, locking you in place. The cool surface of his wedding ring pressed into your skin, through the fabric of your clothes, causing your body to break out into goosebumps.

"Can't?" He repeated, having the time of his life watching you struggle to no vain. "I thought you'd be better than her, but I guess I was wrong."

Now, your mind was clouded with lust, barely sane enough to comprehend his words but that doesn't mean you weren't quick enough to connect the dots—his glowing wedding ring and the usage of the word 'her'. You should feel guilty or ashamed of yourself for going after a older, married man but you didn't care.

Why should you, when he looked at you with nothing but raw, unfiltered desire?

The dentist clicked his tongue, teasingly pushing his thumb into your fat pussy lips, so close but yet so far. The light, sudden intrusion drew a whimper from you but before you could do anything, he was quick to pull his hand out, earning a disappointed sound of protest. Riki brought his thumb—the very same thumb covered in your slick, to his lips and licked it up, without breaking eye contact.

Your breath hitched at his bold, lewd action, cunt practically begging to be filled. Riki looked over your shoulder, cursing under his breath when he noticed the time.

"You should get going. I have another appointment soon," he said, wiping his thumb on his pants, pretending nothing happened. Like he didn't have you sucking him off or straddling his lap a few seconds ago.

You blinked, bemused and still trying to calm down after the high. Most importantly, you didn't even get to cum yet!

"What? But what about me?"

Riki smirked, gripping your chin with his hand. "Bad girls like you don't get to cum just yet. I'll see you next time."

You left the dental in a daze. And if you tried to cum with the combined help of your measly fingers and useless toys, then that's nobody business but yours.

~

"You're doing it again."

You paused, in the midst of chewing your fried chicken. You're in Ningning's house, seated by the dining table with a box of fried chicken and four bottles of soju. Two were already empty, one was half-full while the final bottle was still sealed tightly. Your friend didn't break eye contact, raising an brow as she looked at you over the rim of her cup.

"You have that look on your face," she commented, "the kind of look where you've done something and you're not telling me."

You gulped, feeling exposed with how accurate she is. But then again, she wasn't your close friend for nothing, with how she's able to read you like an opened book. You knew better than to hide from her, considering how persistent she can be—bugging you until you give her an answer that satisfies her.

You swallowed after chewing thoroughly. "I went over last week and something happened."

That got her interest and she sat up. "Oh? What is it?"

You leaned back in your seat, now sitting in a cross-legged position. "…I suck him off."

"You what!?"

"Calm down!"

Your friend shot you an incredulous look. "Are you even hearing yourself? How do you want me to calm down when you just told me that you sucked him off? Where did you do it?"

Your brief hesitation was enough for her to let out a scandalous gasp, a hand covering her mouth as she stared at you with wide eyes.

"No way… you did it in the dental room…"

You groaned, wishing a hole will magically appeared so it can swallowed you whole and hide you from the world. "Ningning, please…"

Your friend brushed off your words, practically vibrating on the spot from the jaw-dropping news. "This is insane! I'm proud of you though."

"Not helping."

Ningning's eyes lit up and she leaned forward a little. "So, how was it? Was he good?"

You paused, a few scenes flashing in your mind and your cheeks flushed red, uncrossing your legs to rub your thighs together. "Yeah, he's good. Better than the hook-ups I had before."

She whistled. "Damn, that's impressive. Are you gonna see him again?"

You fiddled with your fingers. "He said he'll see me next time."

Your friend nodded firmly, like that have confirmed everything. "Yeah, he definitely wants you. Is he taken?"

Your heart dropped at her question, remembering a certain word he said. A word that acted like a harsh reminder of the real reality and the inerasable sin you have committed.

"…Yeah, he's married," you answered, opting to stare at a random spot of the table.

"He's married!?" She yelled at the top of her lungs. "What the hell? I feel like it's my fault for pushing you to do this."

You snapped your head up, surprised by her words. "What? No, it's not your fault. You didn't know he's married. If anything, it's mine. I'm the one who should take responsibility for this."

Ningning stared at you before sighing. "What do you plan to do now?"

"I don't know, just avoid him for as long as I can," you replied, shrugging your shoulders.

She gave you an unreadable look, like she knew something you don't and clasped her hands together. "Let's move on, shall we? These bottles ain't gonna finish by themselves."

~

It seemed like you can only avoid him for so long.

You have gone two months without stepping foot into the dental—making a new record for yourself. You spent your free time hanging out with Ningning, taking long walks and so on, doing everything and anything to keep yourself occupied. However, no matter what you do or where you were, your mind kept drifting back to Riki.

You could still remember the faint musky smell invading your mouth, the weight of his cock on your tongue, how your jaw muscles were sore afterwards, how sticky and soaked your underwear was and how you couldn't walked in a straight line afterwards. You hated how your mind kept replaying a certain moment, over and over like a broken cycle.

The moment when he touched you with his thumb. You've seen how long his fingers were—probably able to reach deeper places, able to stretch you out with ease before he fucks you until you see stars.

You were in your bed, watching a random show on your iPad while your mom was away for work, leaving you alone at home when your phone's ringtone went off. Not tearing your eyes away from the screen, you stretched your right hand out to pick up the device, accepting the call without checking the screen and placed it on speaker mode.

"Hello?"

"You're avoiding me, aren't you?"

You nearly dropped your phone when a familiar deep, low voice spoke up, disrupting your short moment of peace and quiet. You knew who it was immediately. How could you not when the source of the voice had been haunting you, be it whether you're asleep or awake. You swallowed, no longer paying attention to the show as it continued playing.

"…Who's this?" You asked, your heart hammering against your ribcage.

A chuckle. "Don't tell me you've forgotten who I am."

You tightened your grip on your phone. "How did you get my number?"

"From the system. But I'm not here to talk about that. Here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna come to this address tonight, alone," he instructed.

You scoffed. "Who are you to tell me what to do?"

"Oh? I have retrieved the footage of that day. Imagine how my wife'll react if she finds out."

You frowned, pushing yourself up to lean against your pillow. "Are you blackmailing me?"

Riki hummed on the other line. "So what if I am? If my memory serves me right, you were the one that wanted something to happen and I was going with the flow."

You stared at your phone, an incredulous look settling on your face. "You can't be serious right now. How was I supposed to know you're married?"

"Maybe you should've checked properly before making your move," he drawled, clearly relaxed while you're fuming on the spot, "don't be stupid, (Name). If you don't show up, I'm sending the footage to your mother."

You spluttered. "You—!"

Before you could finish your sentence, he had hung up, leaving you staring at your phone like it had committed a grave sin. You should do something—tell your mother or asked Ningning for advice. You should do the right thing by going to the authorities, to file a report but a small part of you hesitated. You hated how your body was giving the opposite reaction of your mind—demanding for you to go, to see him and let him touched you.

As much as you hated it, you're already drunk on his touch and you want more.

Bzzt, bzzt.

You snapped out of your train of thoughts, looking at your phone to see an unknown number sending you an address. No greetings and nothing else. Just the address—simple and straightforward. You didn't tap on it, staring at it like it will magically vanished on its own if you stared hard enough.

Sighing, you got out of bed and went to change, having made up your mind as you mentally prepared yourself for what's to come.

~

Five hours later, you found yourself standing in front of a seemingly empty house. You double-checked, confirming you're at the correct place before knocking on the closed, oak door with your right fist, pointedly ignoring how your hand was trembling.

Knock, knock.

You picked up the sound of approaching footsteps before it opened from the other side, revealing none other than Riki himself—the culprit responsible for your inner conflict.

You couldn't helped it—eyes scanning him from head to toe as you drank in the sight before you. This is the first time you've seen Riki out of his working hours and he's dressed in a simple black hoodie, the hood tugged down and a pair of gray sweatpants hanging dangerously low around his hips.

You sworn you saw something red just a few centimeters above the hem of his sweatpants before it was hidden from your view again. A pointed cough forced you to look up, locking eyes with him and when he gave you a knowing, dark look, you knew you were caught red-handed.

"See something you like?" He purred, voice low and velvety smooth.

Clearing your throat, you crossed your arms and stood your ground. "You wished. I'm here to tell you that I'm not gonna do anything with you."

Riki paid you no mind, shamelessly checking you out. His heated gaze lingered longer than usual on your exposed, unblemished skin of your legs. Your stomach betrayed you, doing a somersault when he licked his bottom lip, the pinkish tip of his tongue poking out briefly before it was gone when you blinked.

"Sure, whatever you say," he replied, moving aside, "wanna come in?"

You glared at him. "Are you deaf or something? Did you not hear what I said?"

Riki huffed. He stepped forward, closing the distance with one large stride until he's directly in front of you, close enough for you to get a faint whiff of his cologne.

"Don't be a brat, doll. Get inside or I'll make you," he warned you.

You boldly tilted your chin up, a defiant look glowing in your eyes. "Make me."

Riki clicked his tongue. One moment you're standing outside his home and the next moment, you're forcefully dragged inside. You gasped, air punched out of your lungs when your back collided with the door, closing it from your combined weight as he kissed you. The kiss was rough, violent and demanding.

He didn't care about your comfort or discomfort, using his stronger and larger frame to pin you against the door, leaving you helplessly sandwiched. You had to tilt your head back, your neck muscles starting to ache but you ignored it. You choked out a whimper when he bit down on your lips, hard enough to draw blood.

The metallic taste filled your mouth and you parted your lips when he ran his tongue along the seam of your lips, granting him access. Your lack of resistance earned a low hum of approval from him, the sound sending vibrations down your body and heat pooling in your stomach.

"You talk too much for someone who's insistent on stopping this," he murmured.

"Shut up. Less talking and more moving," you retorted, yelping in pain when he yanked your hair back until the column of your neck was fully exposed.

Riki chuckled, his warm and minty breath grazing your lips. "So demanding. What happened to you not wanting to anything with me, hm? You say that but this."

He paused, his left hand sliding down your body, only for him to cup your clothed pussy. His palm covered the area between your legs entirely, applying a little force to touch your clit through the thin fabric of your pants and underwear. The sudden contact ripped a whimper from you, unable to hold it back.

"This is more honest than you," he continued, drawing his head back to take in your flushed expression, his hair falling over his forehead.

"Fuck you," you hissed, your voice wavering at the end and it didn't go unnoticed by him. Of course it didn't.

Riki said nothing, hooking his arm around your waist and easily flung you over his shoulder. You squeaked, flailing your limbs about like a wild, frantic chicken. You whacked him repeatedly with your clenched fists but it was futile. To him, your attacks felt like nothing, like there's no weight in it.

"Stop! Put me down!" You shrieked.

Smack!

You stilled at the sharp, stinging pain on your right asscheek. Your cheeks and ears turned red, mortified when you can feel more slick trickling down your inner thighs. You stopped fighting, surrendering to your fate while he carried you like you're a sack of potatoes. You heard a door being pushed open before he closed it with his feet.

You were tossed onto silky soft sheets, hair fanning out beneath your head with Riki hovering over you—one hand on the side of your head while the other held onto your waist, his touch firm and possessive. He didn't do anything, letting his eyes rake down your figure, taking his time in appreciating the breathtaking view before him.

You, on the other hand, squirmed about on the sheets, feeling shy, timid and nervous. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" He asked, sliding his thumb beneath your shirt, tracing random patterns on your skin, leaving his warm touch behind.

You involuntarily shivered. "..Like you've thought about this."

A glint glimmered in his eyes. "Of course I have. You don't know how long I've waited for this, waiting for you to show up, only to see someone else instead. I couldn't stop thinking about it, how good you were to me, how pretty you looked on your knees and how delicious the sounds you made."

You swallowed, momentarily taken aback at the sincerity in his voice and how serious he was. Riki continued, his gaze unblinking and unwavering, voice lowering slightly, like he's tell you a sacred secret.

"You don't know how many times I rewatched the footage, wishing it was your mouth instead of my hand, how she couldn't compare to you. How it doesn't feel right with her. How I wished it was you instead."

The more he spoke, the lower his hand traveled. You didn't register him pulling your pants down, until you felt cool air kissing your bare legs. You watched with bated breath as Riki scooted off the bed, sinking to his knees on the floor.

You made a startled sound when he tugged you forward with one hand wrapped around your right ankle until your lower half hovered in the air, both legs hoisted over his broad, firm shoulders.

The man buried his face between your legs, directly into your pussy. No words could described the amount of embarrassment you felt when he greedily inhaled your scent, like it's some sort of drug. You parted your lips, about to say something, only for your voice to give up when he licked a slow, fat stripe up your pussy, through your underwear.

"Oh fuck," you moaned, eyes rolling up to the back of your head. You gripped and twisted the sheets beneath your palm while the other blindly reached down to tug on his pitch-black hair.

Riki moaned, the sound muffled as it sent vibrations down your legs, making you twitched in his vice-like grip. He traced the outline of your cunt with his tongue, further soaking the already soaked fabric, teasing you for a few minutes until you're nothing but a flustered, trembling mess.

"R-Riki, please.." You begged oh so sweetly for him.

And god, the way his name rolled off your tongue so prettily nearly made him cum right there and then. He never knew hearing his own name from someone else's mouth could be this arousing. He hummed, further spreading your legs apart, like he wants to be buried between them forever, until his last dying breath.

"Please what, doll? Be a good girl and use your words, tell me what you want," he purred, voice lowering an octave.

You sobbed, hips jerking forward as he tugged your underwear into the middle, revealing parts of your dripping, glistening pussy. Riki watched with fascination at how your pussy lips clamped onto your underwear, refusing to let it go. He played with you for a while—twisting and tugging the fabric against your clit, mesmerized with how you rocked your hips against it, yearning for more.

Smack!

You flinched, making a hoarse, strangled sound when he delivered a light but powerful slap directly on your cunt. You attempted to close your legs but he held you down, fingers digging into the meat of your thigh.

"Time's ticking, sweetheart. I don't have all day, unless you want my wife to see you dripping for a married man," he taunted you.

You whimpered, tears prickling your eyes as it blurred your vision slightly. "T-Touch me."

"Touch you? But I'm already touching you," he teased, his hand never stopping as he continued his action, watching how you're struggling to form a coherent sentence.

He's so mean that it's starting to piss you off but there's a sick, twisted part of you that actually liked it. Like how he's acting innocent when deep down, he knew what you want and he isn't afraid of making you begged for it. Plucking up the remains of your courage, you reached out to grab his hand and brought it to where you ached for him.

You gave him your best doe-like impression, similar to the one you did in the dental room. "Wan' you to touch me here, please, sir?"

Riki's breath hitched, cock twitching against the loose restraints of his sweatpants. He doesn't have to look down to know he's already leaking, soiling his own pants. He groaned, the sound low, deep and guttural, like you've already ruined him, even when he hasn't done much yet.

He wasted no time in jumping into action—pulling your underwear down your legs and flung it aside, fully revealing your pussy to him. He dived in like a man on a mission, all tongue and spit as he ate you out with determination. It's messy and nasty, saliva dripping down his chin as he alternated between fast, kitten licks and flat, long stripes against your cunt.

You couldn't recognized the kind of sounds you were making, similar to a pornstar. Your mind spun, unable to focus on anything else but Riki's hot, slimey and rough tongue rapidly licking up your pussy, like a famished man. His mouth moved a little lower, locating your entrance with ease. You jolted when he collected your slick with two fingers before slowly pushing them into your entrance.

The sudden intrusion made you arched your back off the bed, nails scrapping against his scalp as he poked and stretched his fingers in a scissors-like motion. You were right—his fingers felt way better than your own or any of the sex toys you owned. They were long, slender and thick that it made you feel full, even if you haven't taken his cock yet.

"Fuck!"

You cried out when his fingers curled against your g-spot, forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut. Having found your sensitive spot, Riki put the newly-discovered information to good use. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, creating a lewd squelch sounds that echoed among the four walls of the bedroom.

"C-Close, hngh," you panted.

Riki hummed, pushing his face deeper until the tip of his nose brushed against your clit peeking out of the hood. You took that as your sign to grind against the small surface, rocking your hips against it greedily and clumsily, feeling the all-too familiar of a pressure building in your stomach. You didn't get to warn him, cumming with your entire might. Your walls convulsed around his fingers as you reached your climax.

The man didn't slow down or stop. He continued eating you through your orgasm, not caring how sensitive you were. He lapped up your newly-produced slick like it's cow's milk, not wanting to let a single drop go to waste. It's only when you weakly pulled at his hair was when he finally relented, moving back to let you catch your breath.

Your pulse jumped at the sight of him—his lower half was covered in your slick. His thick and plump lips looked even more swollen than before. Riki pushed himself up and you got the message, scooting further up the bed, watching with anticipation coursing through your veins as he made quick work of his clothes.

They were removed one by one until he's nude. Your eyes locked in on the red kiss mark tattoo above his right hipbone, finding it more attractive than it should be. Riki hovered over you, throwing your legs around his waist. You watched, gulping nervously as he wrapped a hand around himself and slowly stroked his cock, spreading the leaking precum around it.

He aligned himself against your entrance, rubbing the tip against your puffy folds, collecting the remaining slick. Riki didn't push in, eyes flicking up to yours. When you nodded, he moved, pushing his tip beyond your folds. You squeezed your eyes shut, teeth sinking into your lip, feeling yourself being stretched impossibly wide until it's borderline painful.

It felt like centuries when he bottomed out, letting you adjust to the thick grith of his cock. The pain eventually subsided, replaced by a numbing, consistent feeling. You felt every ridge grazing against your gummy walls, how they helplessly fluttered around him, sucking him in.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he hissed, his breathing uneven, jaw muscles twitching while fighting against the tempting urge to pound into you until the bed breaks.

You reached out, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him down. He met you in the middle, capturing your lips in a sweet, slow passionate kiss that lasted for just a few seconds, resting his forehead against yours.

"You can move," you mumbled.

At that, Riki set a rough, brutal pace. It sent your body moving up and down vigorously. In a desperate need to see your entire body, he pushed your shirt up, fumbling to remove your bra but somehow managed to do, freeing your breasts. Your nipples hardened immediately, pink and pebbled.

He ducked, sealing his lips around your left nipple, sucking on it like a newborn baby. You cried out, pushing your chest further into his mouth with your legs locked around his waist, letting him rearranged your insides to the shape of his cock. You threw your head back, moaning and whimpering at the intoxicating feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your gaping entrance.

It's powerful, his heavy and cum-filled balls smacking against your asscheeks with every thrust. You sworn he's hitting even deeper—a feat you didn't know was possible in the first place.

Your mouth dropped open when he shifted a little, easily locating the one delicate spot hidden between your walls, the tip ruthlessly abusing the same spot, over and over as it drew more and louder moans from you.

"Too much, ngh," you sobbed, scratching your nails down his back, leaving burning red lines behind, like a physical claim.

Riki mockingly laughed against your wet, hardened nipple. "Too much? You're squeezing me so tight I can barely move."

You couldn't keep up with it—his rapid pace, his hips slapping against yours and his mouth attacking every inch of skin, leaving it either wet or marked up. You could barely breathed, having to breathe through your opened mouth than your nose. You outright sobbed when Riki snaked his hand down to rub your clit, timing it at the same pace as his thrusts.

Your thighs trembled like fallen leaves, feeling a second climax coming. "Riki—fuck, g-gonna cum, please."

"Yeah? Cum for me, doll."

All it took was for him to give a rough, fierce pinch to your clit for you to tip over the edge. Your body shook from the strong intensity of your orgasm, walls violently fluttering around his cock as transparent liquid sprayed everywhere. Some landed on your sweaty, intertwined bodies while some landed on the sheets.

Riki didn't slow down, fucking you through your orgasm, turning a deaf ear to your sobs and pleas for him to stop. He was quick to follow, delivering one final and long thrust, burying himself to the root and spilled deep inside of you, pumping you full of his cum, thick and hot. Your walls convulsed weakly, trying to milk him dry as you laid there, letting him do as he pleased.

You pushed at his chest, trying to shove him away but he pinned them above your head. He slowly rolled his hips against yours, pushing his cum deeper into you while savoring the breathless moan you let out—

Self-sabotage must bloom from within you. 

Sprout and sow its roots into you, slow and steady, unsuspecting with a growing sinisterness blamed on something else ─ discipline scarcity, forgetfulness, an unseriousness you'd made more of a joke than stated, your laugh hollowed in its tail end as the weight of consequences push against your chest, crushing ribs and whistling wheezes. You wouldn't say it's terribly detrimental, some of your greatest life lessons are learned through your least loved trait. Life goes on anyways, whether you're your best friend or worst enemy and in those lulls, Jungwon remains stable. Unwavering. Much like he is now, as you tremble under his weight. 

He's one of your life's nicest surprises ─ unexpected, serious and with a heart like no other. It makes your brain stutter, lashes batted in increments because what warrants this? You're trudging through life, changes here and there made for your betterment but up to no standard of your own. Not that you're undeserving of him, but at least what you'd read in fictional tales and romantic poems, you thought you would've met him at a better place. In a better version of you, the one that doesn't need body doubling to get anything done, the kind of person who doesn't blank when asked about who they are, what they like. They're all too big of questions, ones you have answers for but somehow feel like don't fit into conversation ─ like they belong to a former life of yours, or don't deserve the platform at all. With time, and in no time at all, Jungwon fills in the blanks. Draw conclusions of you ringing too close to home, a prickle of unnerve at your nape for your fear of perception. Yet, you yearn. Yearn for love and to be seen, even in the dark crevices of yourself and in true Jungwon fashion, he loves you through it all. 

Doesn't mind the clutter when things get bad, when your joke's fall flat or the glossiness of your eyes coming with an impending burst of your chest. Unconditional is the love he holds for you, a something that cannot be revoked or misplaced by over-thought actions or a lack of words. Pressure conjures in his palm, soft yet heavy against your hand's back, a wobbled corner of your lips lifted given before another hand swallows the back of your head, your face burying into his chest. A metallic taste decorates your palate, teeth sunk into your bottom lip in a mask of your wails, a poor attempt if anything before the dam breaks. 

You could say you find yourself in a similar situation now. That same too-big feeling in your chest, lungs burning with the breath you forget to take with a vision becoming blurry. It's overwhelm ─ less horrific, with the beginnings of pleasure as you let out a winced whimper, lips clamped into a pale after. 

"Look at how good you're doing," Jungwon coos, love in his eyes while they hang low, glued to where you connect. "How perfect you are taking me." 

Sheets ruffle, a muffled moan at your throat's back before you pant in desperation, a simmered sting in your eyes and between your legs as Jungwon feeds inches of himself into you. Knuckles burn white, your dropped chin futile in your chanced look down below, unsure how much more length you can take before you're split open.

The inches grind to a halt, a burial to your hilt that has your teeth baring, a keen chocked back whilst your body burns furnace levels hot. Your ears ring like church bells, eyes blinked purposely to clear your vision's haze as your body adjusts to his size, clenching and squirming to his detriment. 

He's gracious about it ─ as he is everything ─ not fucking into you like some rapid beast kept away in his chest. The lid of cement contains it, some cracks and frays but nothing sizable enough to hurt you. 

Not in any way you wouldn't like, of course. 

All glossy eyed with a pant that doesn't cease, your voice finds its sound, vocalise your affirmations accompanied by a nod and with a short pause, a double check for your welfare, Jungwon moves. 

He groans, you whimper. Your toes curl with all the lust pooled in your stomach pushed to clog your throat, a feeling of fullness your body doesn't recognise but clings to, even in a dull seethe of pain, reaches out for hints of ecstasy. The more he moves ─ draws his hips back, slick echoing off four walls and announced when he plunges back in ─ the more it's accessible. The more you live for it, back of your head rolling against a pillow's plush as a galaxy dances across your eyes, your moans louder than your ears' rushed blood. 

"Aren't you lucky that I'm the one to ruin you and no one else?" Jungwon offers, tone bathed in that lick of condescend you clench at. The grin's shit-eating on his face as he feels the inevitable squeeze, a harder jut of his hips a crack in his composure. He collects, then carries on. 

"I took my sweet time with you too, made you come thrice on my fingers before you felt brave enough." 

Shadowed in the lowlights of your bedroom, his body magnetizes closer to yours, fingers undoing your duvet grip and weaving his with yours. All with hips at an impossible angle, one that feels like more inches you've had to accommodate for, friction burn on your heels as they glide hot against the duvet, body too small for his dispensed pleasure. 

"Tell me," the whisper dances in your ears, bottom lip grazed against the flesh with a slight labour to his breath. It's the single most erotic thing you've ever heard. "Is it worth it, princess? Feeling me in all the way in your stomach?" 

"Y─" you choke on enthusiasm, the tears in your eyes pushed past their waterline and down your warm cheeks, lips squeaking out the obvious. "Yes." 

"Aren't you sweet?" you hear his smile before seeing it, his face hauntingly beautiful as his pelvis hits the back of your thighs again and again. It spins your head dizzy. "Even sweeter when you're crying for me,"

A kiss bestows the skin of your cheek, a stripe against its warmth as he licks your tear away. All before his fingers squeeze against yours in a sequence of three ─ I. Love. You.

A sob hurtles out your throat, contained in the cross of moans pouring out in generosity, the piston of his hips, feel of his skin and cycle of his breaths making a mess of your body and mind. 

"It's okay, baby," his fingers untwine, the hover of his chest not as imminent while his body heat vacates, your legs handled and propped to the stretch of his shoulders. "You know nothing but pleasure with me." 

And you do. Even with its beginnings of pain, all nothing but a vague memory as he folds you, your thigh's flesh braced to your chest as his bodyweight bares into into their back. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as you become untamed, voice's volume foreign to your ears as he chases you off a cliff, his thrusts pushing your head off the pillow and into your headboard. It smacks, your bed creaks, crying with the overwhelm you feel, body with no choice but to suffer the consequences of your actions. Your insistence that you can take it. To your credit, you do, but to an undoing of yourself you cannot overwrite. Ruined by him for anyone else and you wouldn't have it any other way, your tears kissed away before Jungwon's lips find yours, a kiss of death as your orgasm explodes through the cells of your body. 

What crosses your mind once the fog clears, when your body's back on Earth and you're more human is that you wish you watched. Saw the tip of him signal beneath your lower stomach's skin, the rosy flush fill the shell of his ears, the growing desperation Jungwon really can't hold back with you before he ruts into you. Letting go, giving you his everything. 

You wish you could've seen it all. 

Lucky for you, your boyfriend is nothing but willing. A cautious look given before his eyes widen at your legs linking around him, crossing at the small of his back. He laughs then, breathy and low-toned, licking arousal up your spine before he goes again, the feeling of fullness less thought of as self-sabotage and more like love.

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You start moving — lifting until only the swollen tip is left inside, then dropping down with a wet, filthy slap that makes both of you moan. It feels amazing at first — hands braced on his chest, fingers spreading over the muscles while you roll your hips and bounce, searching for that angle that drags over the perfect spot inside you every single time.

Riki just leans back against the pillows with one arm behind his head, the other lazily reaching up to pinch your nipple and then slap the side of your ass once you find a good rhythm. "Baby, your pussy’s squeezing me so tight every time you drop down… gripping like it doesn’t want to let me go. You love this, don’t you? Being stuffed full of me."

You nod, already out of breath, already starting to sweat. "Yes… yes, Riki."

He grins, amused. "Louder. Tell me how much you love my cock stretching you open."

"It feels so fucking good," you pant, speeding up. The wet sounds fill the room — slick, filthy, and constant every time you sink down. Your clit rubs against him on every downward motion, building fast, that hot pressure growing in your belly.

For a while, everything is perfect. You’re riding him hard, hair stuck to your damp forehead, little broken moans slipping out of both of you every time he bottoms out and sinks deep.

Then your thighs start to burn.

At first it’s just a mild burn you try to ignore, so you keep bouncing, keep chasing that peak. But the ache spreads, stronger and more insistent, and suddenly lifting yourself takes more effort than it should, making your rhythm falter.

You try to push through it, dropping down harder to compensate, but your legs are shaking now and the confident bounce from a minute ago is turning into something more clumsy, more messy.

Riki notices right away — of course he does — his eyes lighting up with amusement as that wicked little smirk forms on his mouth. "What’s wrong? You just got started. Don’t tell me those pretty legs are already giving out."

"I’m… I’m fine," you manage to say, trying to force your hips to keep moving like before.

You rise halfway and your thighs tremble so hard you almost lose your balance, falling back down with a small, clumsy bounce that doesn’t feel nearly as good — just an awkward, wet slide that leaves you full, but not fucked the way you need.

Riki laughs under his breath, low and delighted. "Look at you." His hands stay right where they are, on your hips, not helping, just holding, while he watches you struggle. "Poor thing… those pretty legs already giving out? I thought you wanted to ride me so bad."

Gritting your teeth and trying again, you push with everything you’ve got and make it halfway before your muscles just give up. You sink back down with a frustrated, needy sound, his cock still buried deep inside you, stretching you while you sit there, useless.

"I can do it," you insist, voice a little desperate. "Just… give me a—"

"No." He doesn’t even pretend to be nice. "Keep going. Figure it out. You wanted to ride me so bad, remember? Climbed on top of me like you could handle it. So ride. Don’t just sit there like a useless cumdump with my cock stuffed in you."

His words hit you right between the legs and somehow make everything hotter instead of humiliating. You try again — push up and manage a few small bounces that are more friction than actual riding.

Riki’s cock slides in and out of you in short, uneven strokes and it’s still good, still stretches you perfectly, but it doesn’t come close to the hard, deep fucking you were giving yourself a minute ago. You’re dripping onto his balls now, making a mess of both of you.

"That’s not bouncing," he says, voice dripping with amusement. "That’s lazy grinding. I want to feel you bouncing on my cock like you actually mean it. Come on… Up and down. Up and down. It’s not that hard. Or is it? Is my cock too big for you to handle when you have to do the work?"

You moan, trying harder until your arms start shaking too from bracing on his chest. Every time you manage to lift yourself, he just watches with that same cruel little smirk, not offering a single bit of help — just holding your hips and feeling you struggle. "Riki—"

"What? Need something, baby?" He tilts his head, pretending to be confused. "That pretty little brain of yours stopped working the second my cock went in you, huh? Can’t even talk right when you’re this full…"

"My legs… are shaking," you admit, voice low, frustrated and already starting to crack. "I can’t… I can’t keep going like this.

"Aw. So weak." He squeezes your hips, holding you right there so you feel every inch of him pulsing inside your stretched pussy. "Look at you. You’re stuck, can’t even lift yourself off my cock anymore. That’s so fucking pathetic. Poor baby thought she could ride a cock and now she’s just sitting here, dripping and useless."

You lean forward, try to use more of your arms, manage two small clumsy lifts before your thighs give out completely and you collapse back down.

His cock pulses inside you like it’s laughing at you too because you’re so wet it’s embarrassing — slick and shiny, dripping down over his balls.

"Please," you whisper, face burning.

"Please what?"

Your voice comes out small and needy. "Help me, just… move me, or thrust up. I can’t do it by myself anymore."

Riki’s smile is pure malice. "No. I like watching you struggle. It’s cute. So keep trying."

You do — God, you do — lifting with shaky legs, falling, lifting again, each attempt weaker than the last until you’re basically just squirming on top of him, barely moving with his cock still buried deep in your pulsing, soaked pussy and tears of frustration pricking at the corners of your eyes. "Riki, please… I need help. My legs can’t take it anymore. Please, just… fuck me, I’ll do anything, just help me."

He hums like he’s considering it. "Anything, huh? Beg properly then. Let me hear how much you need it."

You’re past pride at this point — your pussy is pulsing around him and the need is almost painful now that you’ve stopped moving.

"Please, Riki," you beg, voice thick and face hot with shame. "Please help me. Please fuck me. I need you to use me, I’ll be good, I’ll take it however you want, just help me bounce on your cock again. Please, I’ll be your little sex toy, just don’t leave me sitting here dripping."

He lets the begging hang in the air for a few long, humiliating seconds, just watching you sit there shaking and full of him, cheeks flushed, eyes watery, completely at his mercy, then he laughs, low and cruel.

"That’s what I wanted to hear." He lifts you like you weigh nothing and drops you back down hard, making you cry out as his cock sinks deep. "Had to beg just to keep getting fucked, dumb baby."

He starts moving you, using your body like a toy — lifting you until only the tip is stretching your entrance, then dropping you back down onto his cock over and over while you cling to his shoulders and moan uncontrollably. "Couldn’t even finish riding me by yourself… so pathetic. You thought you were gonna bounce on this cock until I came, and instead you lasted what, three minutes? How cute."

You can only moan, nod, and take the way he bounces you on his cock. Throughout the thrusts he keeps mocking you — calling you weak, calling you a lazy slut, saying how sad it is that your pretty legs gave out so fast, how your pussy is still dripping for him anyway — and every filthy word makes your pussy clench tighter around him.

"You gonna cum like this?" he asks, slamming you down hard so you feel every inch dragging along your walls. "Gonna cum while I do all the work because you’re too tired to ride?"

"Yes, yes, I’m gonna cum… please don’t stop. It feels so good."

He keeps using you, keeps bouncing you on his cock like you weigh nothing, until the pleasure finally explodes and you cum hard around him, shaking, crying out and clenching so tight he groans.

Your pussy milks him in little pulses while he fucks you without stopping, still lifting and dropping you, still murmuring how weak, pathetic and perfect you look falling apart on his cock.

The grip on your hips gets hard enough to hurt, and he growls low in his throat as he drops you down one last time and holds you there, buried to the hilt. "Take every drop like a good girl."

Thick, hot pulses flood deep inside you, painting your walls while he uses your limp body to milk himself.

Riki doesn’t give you more than a few seconds to catch your breath before he moves. One second you’re still collapsed on his chest and the next he’s flipping you onto your back. He hovers over you, bracing one hand beside your head while the other stays firm on your thigh.

He reaches between your legs, wraps his fingers around the base of his cock and slowly — fucking slowly — pulls it out. You feel every thick inch drag along your sensitive, swollen walls, and the second the head pops free, a thick, hot gush of cum follows it.

Your pussy clenches hard around nothing, with little spasms, and more of it leaks out in slow, messy pulses. You can feel it dripping, thick and sticky, leaking from your cunt and running down, straight toward that tight little hole between your cheeks.

Riki just stares — dark eyes, lips parted, completely focused on the way your pussy keeps pushing out his cum in little contractions. "Fuck… look at that. Your greedy hole can’t even hold it in. Look how much of me you’re wasting."

You moan, thighs shaking, face burning, and try to close your legs a little out of pure shame. But he doesn’t let you — the hand on your thigh squeezes hard, then starts slowly stroking the sore, trembling muscle that gave out earlier.

His fingers slide down, carefully gathering the white fluid that leaked out of you — a bit of the sticky trail sliding toward your ass, a bit from your folds — and then pushes two fingers back into your pussy.

You gasp at the sudden stretch, still so sensitive it’s almost too much, and he just watches your face while he works his cum back inside you, slow and careful. He curls his fingers, scoops, pushes deeper, making sure every drop gets shoved back where he wants it.

"There, back where it belongs," he says, voice rough with satisfaction as he feels you squirm helplessly around his fingers. "Not gonna let it go to waste just because your pussy’s too fucked out to hold it. Stay open for me. That’s it… take it back. Good girl."

He keeps pushing more in until your hole is full again, only then does he pull his fingers out — shiny and covered in cum mixed with your own slick. Without warning he brings them straight to your mouth. "Open."

You hesitate for half a second and he raises an eyebrow, the hand on your thigh giving a small squeeze that makes the ache come back. You part your lips and he slides those two fingers onto your tongue, pressing enough that you taste everything — his cum, your own wetness.

He watches with satisfaction as you suck, hollowing your cheeks, tongue working between his fingers. "That’s it, good girl. Get every drop."

When he finally pulls his fingers out, they’re shiny with your spit, so he wipes them on the inside of your thigh, right over the sore muscle, spreading the wetness on your skin, then leans in so his mouth is close to your ear. “Next time you wanna ride, try not to be so pathetic and last more than three minutes.”

Exhibit A: Him wiping sauce from your mouth.

“Here, baby.. You got somethin’.” Jake’s thumb swipes the lush, savoury sauce from the burger you were eating off your mouth. You felt every little ridge from the texture of his hands as it smeared over your pillowy lips.

They gently parted as he finished, breaths turning shallow, and your thighs pressing together in a silent frenzy. “There y’ go,” he smiles, licking the sauce off his own finger. You struggled to bring the burger up to your mouth again, going tunnel vision as you wished he’d push his thumb past your lips, letting you suck the condiment off his own—

“Y’ not hungry anymore, baby?”

Oh, right. Even food couldn’t wash away the dirty whim in your brain.

Exhibit B: Him applying lip balm for you.

“Can you put that on for me, baby? My hands are all dirty.” Your head pointed towards the small tub of lip product on the table, signaling Jake to apply it for you.

He complies in a blink, twisting it open and using his index finger to pick up a small amount. There’s a fine gap between your lips as his finger lands on them, coating your bottom, top, and the corner of your lips with product.

The tip of his finger accidentally nudged your limp tongue when he worked on your bottom lip, mumbling a small apology before his digit left your mouth. You lost all semblance of reality, but a part of you hoped that he’d let you swirl your tongue over his index finger, savouring the taste of his skin and your cherry-flavoured balm until the pad of his finger would press down on your tongue, causing drool to slip—

“Baby? ‘S that all you wanted?”

You nod, shooing him off as you swallow, the dryness in your throat making it uncomfortable.

That said, you’ve had all these occurrences where you (horribly) fail to conceal your primal desire for Jake’s fingers in your mouth.. And you expect him not to act on it when he has every chance to give you what you need?

“M-mmphhf.. Fuck, Jake!” Your sharp cry echoes through the shared bedroom as your back digs into the mattress, thighs hiked up to your chest as your boyfriend’s cock persistently glides into your sopping cunt.

One of his hands is glued to the underside of your thigh, fingertips pressing into your plush, his free hand occasionally smacking your clit. Crimson rushes to the surface of your face as Jake throws his head back, adams apple prodding through his throat as he basks in the snug, warm, and silken feeling of your walls around his cock. 

“Yeah.. This pussy takes me just like it should, ‘s that right?” Your response is nothing but a string of whimpers before another slap strikes your clit, prompting your body to shiver and your pussy to clamp tighter. “Ah—Yes!”

You gently jolt with every drive of his hips, vision becoming constricted as each nudge of his tip against your g-spot teeters you closer to your climax. Jake takes a mental note of your pulsing heat and accumulated slick on the base of his shaft, sensing that you’re close. What better way to reward your orgasm with his fingers in your mouth?

It clicked in his head like a switch. His hand reaches toward your face, placing his thumb on your bottom lip and pressing on the softness while simultaneously wrecking your poor cunt. “Y’ gonna suck on m’ fingers like a good girl, yeah?” You nod like a puppy reacting to a treat—lord, was it humiliating.

Plap! Another smack to your red, puffy clit. “Words, baby.” You wince at the abrupt sting, moans getting caught in your throat as Jake barely slows his pace, continuously plunging his cock into you as gushy, obscene sounds fill the air.

“Y-yeah..” you manage, parting your lips wider for the insertion of his fingers. To say you’ve been waiting for this moment was an understatement.

“There ya go,” he coos, before stuffing his index and middle finger in your mouth. Your lower stomach rumbles with a fuzzy warmth you’ve yet to feel, and suddenly, the slight discomfort of his cock splitting you open withdrew.

Your tongue slowly licks along his digits, gently bobbing your head up with every suck as you’re obligated to breathe through your nose. “Yeah, that’s it.. Keep sucking them jus’ like that.”

Your eyes bat before closing, his fingers coated with your saliva as his anchoring hand rubs your clit. “Mpphgf,” you whimper, thighs twitching as you’re brought impossibly closer to your release. “Keep suckin’, come on.”

Saliva drips from your chin as you continue slobbering on his fingers, eyebrows furrowing as his thumb bullies your overstimulated bud. “God, aren’t you fuckin’ beautiful?—Suckin’ on my f-fingers.. like—Fuck!” Before he’s even done praising you, his hot ropes of cum shoot inside you, coating your walls with his seed.

You simultaneously cum, whining around his digits before your sucking comes to a halt.

He pulls his cock out of your cunt, alongside his fingers before using them to collect the mixed fluids oozing from your hole. His fingers look disgustingly gorgeous—all slick from your saliva, his pads trickling with cum.

He brings them up to his lips before inserting them in his mouth, savouring the salty fluids coating his tongue. “Tastes s’ good angel.. You wan’ me to use my fingers more often?” The sight alone could’ve brought you to your second orgasm, but part of you wishes that he put them in your mouth instead.

You nod, hoping that next time, you can be rewarded with the combined flavours of your juices on his fingers!

“i missed you,” he whispered, kissing you.

“you did amazing,” you praise him between kisses.

“yeah?”

you hum in response, the sound vibrating through your bodies.

heeseung’s hands drop from your waist to the base of your legs, just below your ass.

with a short, reassuring kiss on your neck, he lifts you up, pinning you up against the wall.

your arms slide over his shoulders, pulling him closer.

a few quiet moments pass by as he simply just looked at you.

he loved it. the way you did your eyeliner. the way your lashes fluttered whenever you blinked your eyes. just, you.

“you looked so pretty out there, baby,” he murmurs, hands gripping your thighs securely.

your legs lock around his waist and your hand finds its way into his hair, running your hand through his dark, wine red locks as heeseung's lips crash into yours, capturing your lower lip.

“all for you,” you whisper when he pulls away. you bring your hand to his face, dragging the back of your hand from the base of his ear down across his jawline. the cool metal of his earrings contrast with the warmth of his skin, and it sends a shiver down your arm. “gotta remind you who your biggest fan is out there.”

a smirk crosses his face, a straight up sinful one that lifts the right corner of his lip as his eyes flit between your eyes and your lips. it was clear he loved it, the way you always caught his eye and the way you were absolutely smitten with him―of course, he was enamored with you too.

he wraps a hand around the hand following the curve of his jawline, fingers lacing through yours, and brings it to his lips to kiss your knuckles before pinning it above your head against the wall.

the surprise melts away quickly as heat rushes to your cheeks, a blissful sigh escaping your throat as heeseung busies himself with pressing a trail of kisses along your jawline and then down the column of your throat.

“you love being mine, hm?”

you hum, the sound broken as you tilt your head back to give him better access.

but instead of feeling his lips against your skin again, you feel the floor underneath your feet.

“gotta go back, baby,” he exhales, still holding on to you. “c’mon, i’ll take you back to the dressing room so that security can make sure you get back to your seat safe.”

you dramatically sigh at him and heeseung chuckles, pecking your lips one last time. “i’ll give you your vip treatment when the show’s over, darling.”

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as the night wears on, everything starts to feel nauseating: the aftertaste of alcohol lingering on the tip of your tongue, the relentless bass that continues to pulse beneath your skin. even the outfit you spent way too long picking out has become suffocating, sticking to your body, pleading to be taken off.

4AM.

that’s what your phone's screen displays, drawing a weary sigh from your lips. it’s not that you dislike partying, but as you've sobered up more than once now, fatigue has ultimately settled into every part of you; you want to go home.

you watch enviously as the college students gradually quit the mansion, undoubtedly belonging to some spoiled rich dude who throws expensive parties, in the desperate aim of getting popular.

especially with women.

something that irks you—not exactly because you find that random dude's tactics pathetic, but because if you can't slip away into the comfort of your pajamas, you have someone cut from the same cloth to thank for it.

but in his case, he doesn’t need money to have women lining up for him. despite being fully aware of the toxic mess he is, women would still pay for one chance to go on date with him, for the slimmest possibility of winning his untouchable heart.

all because this man's face and body cards are… priceless. absolutely priceless. the kind of otherworldly beauty and effortless sensuality that makes every penny worth it.

but that’s far from the whole story.

regarding his bedroom affairs, rumors describe him as one of a kind, the promise of an unforgettable experience that every woman apparently has to try before she dies. he may be deep in student debt and struggle to make ends meet every month, but the man is filthy rich in other departments.

anyway, stuffs that you've heard against your will. in every hallway, girls can't help but chatter about him and his hot bestie jay. shallow gossips that has half the women of your college buzzing, whereas they make you roll your eyes.

that kind of guy… no, just no.

the thrill of push & pull with hearttrobs can be entertaining, sexy, whatever, sure, but for you, as years pass, you now long for a genuine, stress-free relationship, an authentic romance; uncomplicated and sweet, one where you don't have to guess your partner's hidden intentions.

that's why earlier, during the party, when a girl, that you saw around in classes, approached you—knowing your relationship with him, you responded without a second thought.

“aren't you worried?” she inquired out of curiosity, probably a bit drunk.

you frowned, unsure. “worried? about what?”

“you know, to be his next target.” upon hearing this, you couldn't hold back the humorless laugh that came out, immediately knowing who she was talking about; as always, they all come to you for him, because of him.

“i'm not.” you assured her with a little chuckle, almost baffled that she could even wonder such a thing. “he’d never do that with me, and to be honest, nothing he could try would work on me.”

because finding someone attractive is one thing, desiring them is another. and in your eyes, aside his appearance, nothing about sunghoon… is dateable.

you know him too well, way too well. what he truly is beneath his perfect looks, beyond the mere red flag stories that no one ever takes seriously, the countless “i can change him” attempts that end in major heartbreaks: his unredeemable self. all those girls, blinded by their delusions and romantic hearts, want to be the one for him. and he lets them believe that they can.

“really? so if the park sunghoon tries to hit on you, you wouldn't be tempted even a little?”

full of confidence, voice even tinged with a hint of contempt. maybe a bit too loud.

“that's right, i’d never be.”

indeed, park sunghoon is your average fuckboy; a label perhaps even too mild for him. he does the regular stuffs; sleeping around and getting taken home by various pretty girls he meets (and never the other way around since his place... well), flirting with multiple women at once—always keeping his options open as a true strategist.

but that's not his specialty. what he excels at is the chase: the thrill of pursuing, the satisfaction of winning, and then the inevitable break. chase and break.

it doesn’t take him long to charm someone. one night, one week. two for the most resilient ones. his entire being seemingly crafted by the heavens and carefully perfected by his own self.

no one can help but notice sunghoon’s tall and charismatic figure when he walks into a room, a man that stands out even from a distance.

he has naturally thick black hair, the kind that makes you want to run your fingers through it just to see if it’s as silky as it looks.

he wears a subtle, masculine fragrance, a scent that lingers in your mind long after you’ve parted ways.

his eyes are deep and mesmerizing, the kind you have to look away from if he tries to draw you in with them.

he even has an unexpectedly cute charm: a bright eye smile with two little fangs that peek out.

despite his cool beauty, sunghoon carries a warm aura. he has a natural talent for striking up conversations, making women laugh and feel comfortable enough to let their guard down. even men fall victim to his charm.

at first, sunghoon will sympathize, listen patiently to your problems. then, he will get comfortable with you: an arm casually draped over your shoulder, fingers gently playing with your hair in a comforting gesture, a knee brushing against yours "without meaning to". the kind of touch that catches you off guard at first, only to become something you gradually get used to.

giving his all to make you question everything you’ve heard about him and eventually disregard his record as a total bastard.

looks like an angel, but he's a trauma in the flesh.

[…]

a few meters away.

the bathroom is thick with steam and cloying perfumes. two bodies press together, mouths locked in messy kisses. one aches with desire, while the other trembles with repressed anger ; her teeth graze his skin, desperate to make him hers, her hands pull his hair, whereas he’s groping her curves coarsely, slowly venturing into her secret sanctuary, with no hesitation whatsoever.

“sunghoon,” the girl whispers feverishly the next instant, as his skilled right-hand fingers already send her to seventh heaven, his left hand quietly rummaging through her purse. “what did you say your dad did for a living? ” the girl writhers in pleasure, her moans echoing the dimly lit room. “pl-plastic surgeon”, barely managing to reply between her gaps. her response makes him nod approvingly, with a slight pout of his bottom lip.

after getting his hands on one of her credit cards, sunghoon calmly slips it into the back pocket of his jeans, as if he were doing this every day. “tell me your name again” between uneven breaths, she replies, “gi-giselle”.

sunghoon chuckles, curling his fingers against her sensitive spot and making her cry louder, “okay, pretty giselle”, he teases with a hint of disdain, cupping her cheeks with his free hand, “show me what those big lips of yours can do then,” in no time, the sharp clink of a belt being unbuckled and the rasp of a zipper sliding open echo through the walls.

[…]

if anyone wonders how sunghoon, despite his broke ass, always wears designer clothes, owns expensive watches, glasses, caps and a whole drawer of calvin klein underwear… well, it's because they're all gifts from his ex fucks, whether they get them for him or he gets them himself using their card.

hidden within his easygoing nature lies deceit.

sunghoon drives women crazy, especially the rich ones spoiled by their parents, likely pursuing them out of envy and convenience.

he's known for his love-bombing: the excessive affection, the clinginess, the jealousy that makes them feel special. he buries them under attention, sweet words and intoxicing intimacy.

he effortlessly has these girls crawl at his feet, wrapped around his finger, all while never committing. and it has to be said: sunghoon leaves them no real way out. should one of them ever try to walk way before he decided, he'd become as harmless as a lamb to talk her out of it.

sunghoon always wins, because that’s the moment they realize just how deeply in love they are, how emotionally dependent they've become of his attention. and he takes advantage of it: for weeks, sometimes months, sunghoon basks in their care, affection and wealth; a true sugar boy.

then, just as suddenly as it began, it’s over.

he ends things before any of these girls can understand anything, beg him to reconsider. the moment he’s gotten what he wants and found his next pretty wealthy girl to pursue, sunghoon disappears. his early warmth immediately vanishing, replaced by the coldness of his haunting absence. and if there is one thing about park sunghoon, he never comes back. never.

what does sunghoon exactly want?

easy money? a fleeting connection? a semblance of power? no one knows and he never told you, probably doesn’t know himself. so it remains a mystery, one worth a pile of broken hearts, with the answer buried in the intricacies of his wounded soul.

one time, you two were resting beneath a tree on the college lawn. his head was laying comfortably on your lap and your fingers were absentmindedly running through his soft hair; a proximity deemed normal between you.

during that peaceful moment, sunghoon mentioned that he's actually incapable of falling in love with someone. a statement that made you raise an eyebrow, curious and sceptical, because… you don’t believe that.

what could your best friend possibly know when he's never given himself a chance to experience love? always running away the moment his heart emits a hint of genuine tenderness—not the tenderness he’s learned to feign so perfectly on the surface, but the very one that makes him feel attached and vulnerable.

in your eyes, sunghoon is scared. trapped by his traumas, as cliché as it sounds. you would never say that to him though; his ego wouldn't be able take it, so the words remain anchored in your chest.

the only thing you do know is what started it all. that endless, vicious circle, he keeps drowning in without ever trying to resurface: the aftermath of growing up in an abusive household—visible and invisible scars left etched across his being, wounds that he choose to conceal rather than heal.

a story he narrated while drunk (again). muscled arms wrapped around your hips, holding you tightly with a tint of despair and loneliness. his head heavy resting in your neck, his unsteady breath skimming over your skin.

and you weren't unbothered by his behavior, right? you were simply lending him an ear:

a father who had run away with his mistress and never cared for his existence. a mother who had fallen into gambling and habitual drunkenness, taking her anger out on the son who carried the same face as her cheating ex-husband:

“adeul, your own mom hates you, so how could any woman ever truly love you?”

painful words that made you understand what drove sunghoon to hurt innocent women, one by one.

when one feels worthless, they can become heartless.

still.

nothing could ever justify his trash behavior. and to make things worse, sunghoon is the kind of asshole who doesn’t feel an ounce of remorse.

he even lets you deal with the consequences of his brutal separations: you're the one wiping the hot tears from his ex lovers' flushed cheeks, telling them the words they need to hear so they don't completely fall apart.

although sunghoon wants you to believe he's busy with something important, every time he ends things with yet another girl, you're aware that those recurring "coincidences" are nothing but blatant lies.

still, you always assumed that if he leaves you to deal with his girls, it’s because he only knows how to break things, not how to fix them. no one ever taught him, so, you just do it for him.

after all, how could a mechanic repair a car without ever learning how?

that's when folks begin to wonder: what are you doing in the life of a guy like that and why did he spare you?

all things considered, you'd say you're a fairly pretty girl, not breathtakingly beautiful but one who usually receive sweet compliments upon first meeting.

you're not loaded, but your family is well-off. thanks to your excellent grades, which you work hard for, you earn a scholarship and live comfortably in a single student apartment.

your relationship with your parents is a good one too. they call you often to check on you, send you money without you even asking—their bank transfers, always accompanied by a lovely note: "for our lovely daughter ♡". they show you love through many different ways.

things sunghoon clearly envies, among many others.

in short, you've never had a particularly difficult life and you check quite a few boxes on his target type. like, to be precise, you are sunghoon's type. so why not... you?

it all started one fine morning, two years ago. you had pulled over to the roadside in a quiet residential area near the university, just like every morning. after grabbing your coffee on the way, you sat on the hood of your car, sipping it slowly as you tried to wake yourself up properly.

but that's when your peaceful morning was disrupted.

furious shouts from a man suddenly erupted from the building across, voice booming as he yelled at someone to “get the fuck out of there, little bastard.” a loud bang followed, the sound of door being thrown open, along a feminine voice seemingly whining about the situation, and unmistakable sounds of a heated pursuit.

then you saw a guy in his twenties stumbling down the building's stairs. black hair, a plausibly handsome face, and a well-built body, because, yeah, the most noticeable thing… naked. he was completely naked, with nothing but a pair of jeans barely covering his private parts.

while he was panicking, glancing over his shoulder at the beefy guy chasing after him and unsure which way to run along the sidewalk, that was when he spotted you.

your eyes met and your fates were sealed.

a glimmer of hope flashed across his face, his gaze immediately painting you as his savior. but you were no heroine, you just wanted to drink your coffee in peace before heading to class. you certainly didn't want to get involved into his mess as well, so you broke eye contact and looked away, pretending you hadn't seen him.

surely, any passerby would come to your aid if they witnessed the scene: a 180cm tall guy, bare as a newborn chick, standing in the middle of the street, about to inconvenience you.

unfortunately, that wasn't enough to keep him from approaching you. you learned that day that he was a persistent man.

seeing him more closely, extra careful not to look lower, you noticed that his face was familiar to you: wasn't that the campus hottie begging you right now?

“please help me, i'll repay you five times over,” was the first thing sunghoon ever said to you.

even though you didn't feel like helping him—something telling you he was far from being a helpless victim, you had to admit you were weak when it came to lost-puppy eyes, especially when they belonged to a guy as fine as him.

you also knew that his repeated pleas (and that chiseled torso) would stay on your mind if you drove away without helping.

besides, it wasn't exactly unpleasant to have the college's heartthrob indebted to you.

when you caught sight of what you later learned was the girl's enraged father nearby, you made your decision. with an amused sigh and a slight clearing of your throat, you locked eyes with sunghoon and gave a quick nod toward the passenger door of your car.

the look of relief had barely crossed his pale face before the door slammed shut, sunghoon already having taken refuge inside your car.

after drinking the last drop of your coffee and tossing the cup into the trash beside you, you didn't waste another second: you rushed to the driver's side and started the engine without delay, the father's threatening shouts echoing from behind as the car quickly drove away.

that was how your first encounter with sunghoon went: his bare cheeks on your seat, the sound of your laughter filling the car as he told you the full story. worth mentioning that you arrived late that day for class because your passenger princess obviously had the nerve to ask you to stop by his place so he could grab some clothes; just another thing he owed you.

anyway, something was born between you that day. a strange friendship, an impenetrable bond, a connection that shouldn't exist.

you've become the closest woman in his life, his female best friend (since jay is there for the male representation), the one sunghoon trusts completely aside from jay.

ironically, rescuing him thay day earned you a very special place in his unfathomable heart.

and after two years of friendship, sunghoon has never once made a move on you. you always assumed, out of gratitude or something along those lines, which is why you're confident he never would.

even if things have never been said out loud, it has somehow been established that you're simply his best friend and nothing more.

if your values regarding love don't align at all, friendship is different. sunghoon is precious to you. you're both fun and chill, you bicker constantly but never had a serious fight. you love his cheery presence, his quirky sense of humor, but also the way he stays up late just to let you rant about your day, making sure you've let go of all your stress before going to sleep. or the way sunghoon somehow always knows when you need one of his huge, heartwarming hugs.

beyond the popular red flag who breaks girls' hearts, sunghoon remains a friend worth cherishing, after being torn apart by his dysfunctional family. especially after hearing his past and seeing him at his lowest, the thought of abandoning your best friend and cutting ties with him has become unthinkable.

even though you can't fix him, you've made it your personal mission to warm his cold heart as best you can.

nevertheless, much to your regret, the car incident also made you his accomplice in all his mischief with girls, somehow turning you into his unofficial relationship manager.

calling him out on his behavior and coaxing him to stop were things you used to do, but as your words always went in one ear and out the other a second later, you eventually gave up and accepted your fate.

sunghoon doesn't care, no matter how many times you try.

to ease your guilt about being best friends with a massive player, you sometimes try to sabotage his plans—cockblocking him, behind his back; secretly warning the girls, giving him the wrong address for his dates...

however, it hardly ever works because first, sunghoon is somehow always one step ahead of you. second, his girls often end up thinking you're… jealous, which makes you sigh every time.

they only realize later, when you're the one comforting them, instead of the man they want, with a look that says, “i told you so”… because sunghoon doesn't even bother leaving them on read. after the breakup, he deletes their number and texts straight away.

back to the present, the party.

speak of the devil, here he is at last: the finest student on campus, its infamous don juan and your one and only best friend, park sunghoon.

or rather, what is left of him at this moment. he emerges from a dark corridor, trying to walk properly, with dignity.

alas, he only looks like a disheveled mess who’d a very good time: red lipstick smears the corner of his fleshy lips, a few hickeys ravage his neck, and his hair is slightly disheveled from obviously being pulled, not to mention under his leather jacket, his shirt is almost wide open, held together by a single, overworked button.

once again, he looks like a mess, but undoubtedly the most beautiful mess.

of course, as soon as sunghoon spotted you leaning lazily against the bar, his unsteady steps instinctively led him toward you, as if drawn by a magnet. because he knows you're waiting for him, like the perfect bestie that you are. you wouldn’t let him go home alone, not when he is in such a drunken state.

and even if you ever dare to leave without him (which you've done before… twice), he would find his way to your apartment, one way or another. no matter what time it is, he'd ring your doorbell until you finally open the door. then he’d win as you always let him in before your neighbors complain or call the cops.

when sunghoon gets near you, your eyes meet with a spark of playfulness. regardless of how tired and fed up you are from waiting for him, you can't help but laugh when he winks and flashes that stupid smug smirk; silly shameless man.

“cinderella, midnight struck long ago; it's time to go home.” you tease him with a weary smile.

“sorry, fairy godmother, a demure and lovely lady didn’t want to let me go,“ he replies, now standing before you. he slightly shifts his head, exposing his neck to prove his point, showing you the hickeys you've already noticed.

you roll your eyes and chuckle, “i don't need to ask if you enjoyed your night out, huh?” you don't wait for his answer, only hearing him snicker, before reaching out your hand, “give me the keys to your junk” not bothering to be polite and simply gesturing him with your fingers.

like an obedient puppy, sunghoon listens and slips the car keys into your palm. then, as if he were on an invisible leash, he naturally follows you when you start heading toward the doorway; words are no longer necessary between the two of you.

when you step outside, the winter chill immediately catches up with you. you still take a deep breath, relieved to finally escape the heavy smell of cigarettes and alcohol. however, your relief is short-lived.

as you both walk over to sunghoon's car, you notice a girl leaning against its rusty bodywork, waiting.

you slow your pace, sighing in annoyance because you know her: wonyoung.

you've spoken to her several times, consoling her each time, yet it seems like nothing is ever enough for her to forget sunghoon.

and of course, at that exact moment, the familiar click of a lighter echoes behind you: sunghoon. that coward has conveniently stopped in his tracks to light a cigarette. in other words, he also spotted his ex situationship and doesn't want to deal with her.

“what are you doing waiting outside in this weather, wonyoung… just go home before you catch a cold,” you throw as you walk toward her, your eyes linger on her chanel coat.

she glances at the man behind you, who pointedly ignores her. “can i just have a word with him? please.” her voice trembles and glisten with unshed tears.

you sigh again, both frustrated and embarrassed. “do i really need to tell you that he has nothing to say to you? i think you can figure that out yourself.”

normally you're nicer, but it's almost 5 a.m., and there is only one thing you want: going home. like now is not the time.

“look,” you continue, lowering your voice so that nosy ass sunghoon can't overhear. “you're such a beautiful girl who deserves better… than this guy. i swear, you'll soon find someone who genuinely cherish you. sunghoon isn't worth your tears,” as she starts sobbing in front of you, making you shift uncomfortably. “you know very well how it works with him: once it's over, it's over for good,” you said, giving her shoulder a sympathetic pat.

you think you've wrapped it up nicely, yet your words seem to trigger something in her, since she snaps the next moment. “you talk as if it were easy to move on.” amid her tears, wonyoung lets out a nerve-wracked, bitter laugh. “you can't understand because he never tried anything with you.”

she slaps your hand off her shoulder. “but now that i know him better, i'm sure of it. y/n, instead of comforting all his exes, you should be watching out for yourself.”

after those blunt words, wonyoung finally storms off, leaving you… more than a little perplexed, your eyebrows knit together as you watch her silhouette fade into the night. you let out a nervous laugh.

what is she on? wonyoung only said that to get back at you... right? like, blowing off some steam?

you don't have time to dwell on her words before you feel warm breath on your neck.

“sunghoon isn't worth your tears?”

you jump at the familiar deep voice repeating your words right beside your ear.

spinning around, you smack sunghoon's chest, making him stumble back a few steps as his laughter rings through the quiet street.

“if you're so interested in the things i say to your ex fuck, next time you can say them yourself.”

you head toward the driver's door, your annoyance making every movement sharper than necessary; something sunghoon notices right away as he slips into the passenger seat.

“hey, why are you mad? i'm the one who got insulted.” he raises an eyebrow, still teasing you, knowing you'll eventually cool off if he makes you laugh.

you don't turn to him as he hopes though and instead start the engine.

still, you can't help wondering why you're suddenly so irritated. sure, sunghoon has the audacity to tease you right after you'd finished yet another emotionally taxing conversation with one of his ex fucks—a conversation where you got chewed out because of him.

but you shouldn't be worked up since he does this shit (annoying you and startling you at the most random moments) all the time.

deep down, though, you can probably guess what's really bothering you; if sunghoon overheard what you said under your breath, then he must have heard what wonyoung before storming off too. and yet... he pretends of nothing, doesn't react.

you've been driving in silence for a few minutes now, and you feel sunghoon fidgeting in his seat; he hates it when you go quiet on him, give him the cold shoulder.

“when we get to your house, i'll cook you ramen, y/n. stop ignoring me,” he complains in the most childish way. is his grown ass really doing aegyo?

you immediately recall the last overcooked bowls of ramen sungoon made for you and start chuckling.

at the sound of your laughter, sunghoon's features melt into a warm, smug expression, revealing his precious eye smile; he managed to make you laugh, just as he hoped.

“i comfort girls crying because of you, and all you have to give me in return is soggy ramen?” you tease, throwing his words back to him.

his face twists into an offended expression, holding his chest, pretending to be hurt by what you said. “i cooked these ramen with my whole heart and that’s what you think of it? damn, girls are so heartless.”

a bemused scoff slips past your lips. “wow, you really have no shame, mr. park.”

you shake your head at his nonsense, laughing along with him. “and what do you mean, my house? you’re sleeping in your own bed tonight.”

another round of complaints comes out off sunghoon. “y/n, i’m too drunk to go back” he whines. from his furrowed eyebrows to exaggerated pout and pleading voice, he tries really hard to soften you up.

“but i thought i was heartless?” sunghoon instantly drops the fake whining and leans closer, placing his hand on the driver's seat.

his woody fragrance mixed with the faint smell of cigarettes lit earlier suddenly fills your senses. without realizing, your back tenses slightly.

you like that scent, because it’s familiar, because it's his, and somehow, you can tell he's very aware of it.

“i was joking; you’re the most marvelous girl, y/n. just let me sleep at your place.” you quickly shoot him an annoyed glance, only to get caught in his steady gaze. you clear your throat and turn your attention back to the road.

“please,” he adds in a sickeningly sweet tone, one he knows you’ll eventually yield to.

“fine.” you can feel his smile right beside your neck.

this little shit. he pulls away, sitting properly back into his seat, now that he got what he wanted—as always.

you've stopped counting the number of times sunghoon has crashed at your place, your couch being his bed of choice, to the point where the leather has molded to the shape of his body.

his part-time job in a shady bar helps pay for his tuition. since his grades are barely average, he doesn't qualify for scholarships and can't afford student housing.

so, technically, even though sunghoon claims he doesn't have a home, he still lives with his horrible mother. if he had his own place, he’d know his mom would show up constantly, pestering him for money.

besides, it's convenient that none of his fucks know his actual address, avoiding any more confrontation after the breakups. so in a way, it's a blessing in disguise.

because, yeah, the two persons who end up pay for this lifestyle are jay and you.

you both have an unwanted roommate, who is repeatedly staying over, eating your food in the fridge, doing his laundry without contributing to anything. you're honestly getting a little tired of drying his calvin klein underwear…

but you let him anyway, because the only thing of real value sunghoon owns (aside from the gifts from his girls) is his car, a sentimental inheritance from his late grandfather, which breaks down more often than it runs.

for an ill-fated guy, sunghoon does have golden best friends.

and so, the road to your home carries on, cocooned in the warmth of your laughs and bickerings… completely oblivious to sunghoon's calculative gaze, lingering discreetly on you. because little did you know, even walls have ears.

the days, weeks and months pass by in the same familiar routine: you sleep, wake up, buy your coffee on the way to campus, often with sunghoon by your side. you attend class together (when he isn’t somewhere skipping them), eat lunch together and then part ways when it comes to study, sunghoon always coming up with some excuse to escape.

you spend most of your days with your best friend, sometimes with jay too, when neither of them os busy "dating" girls. saturday nights are often marked by parties (dragged by sunghoon), though you always make sure you're up to date with your studying before you go.

to sum it up, nothing unusual happens.

but you don't know why. sometimes, in the middle of class, your mind wanders. ever since that eventful evening one month ago, wonyoung's words have lingered in your mind, leaving behind a curiosity that won’t let you rest: what did she hear or notice that made her tell you to watch out?

you also remember the random girl who approached you a few hours earlier and asked you if you were worried that he might try to hit on you one day.

like, twice in the same night, something is off.

is it just a coincidence? just girls into sunghoon, perhaps envious of how close you are to him? or is there really something you’ve failed to notice?

after two years of being best friends, you know almost everything about him, or at least you think you do. did they say those things because of how physically close you are? in the sense that cuddling, tickling, resting his head on your lap, stomach or shoulder are have always been normal between the two of you, but maybe not to anyone else?

to you, it's no big deal, especially since sunghoon has never crossed the line: no inappropriate touches, no attempts to kiss or anything like that, even though he had so many opportunities, with the number of times he's gotten drunk and could have easily blamed it on a “mistake”.

there must be something else, something you're missing. to be honest, you kind of hate yourself for doubting sunghoon when he’s never done anything wrong, at least not to you.

but anyway, let's call it female intuition. after all, your bestie is no regular guy, and if other girls noticed something, there’s definitely a reason for it.

however, you decide to put these doubts aside for now, especially since they might be completely infounded.

valentine’s day is coming up, and this year, you don't want to spend it alone.

you’ve had boyfriends before, three, to be exact. but none of these relationships lasted, since it was never true love. your reasoning was simple: once the initial spark faded, there’s no point in holding on to a relationship that’s bound to fall apart sooner or later.

but ever since your last boyfriend two years ago, you have to confess: you've been struggling on the dating scene.

the boys look at you with interested, especially at student parties. but strangely enough, they rarely ever approach you. you assume it's probably a generational thing, like these days men wait for women to make the first move instead of the other way around. still, it's safe to say you’ll never be the one to approach a guy first, as a proud old-school girlie.

it bums you to think that the last time you kissed a really cute guy was a year ago. jungwon, that was his name you recall. you were in a party and you had danced together, had a great chat. the chemistry was there, the kiss was hot. you could’ve definitely gone home together, and who knows, maybe even have tried dating afterwards, considering he seemed like a genuinely good boy.

but when jungwon went to refill your empty glasses, he never came back. you ended up spending the rest of the night alone, waiting for sunghoon as always, before ultimately heading back to your apartment with him instead.

on the way home, you had yapped to sunghoon about it, laughing awkwardly as you did. you joked that maybe jungwon simply didn't like you that much and had come up with an excuse to run away, or perhaps you’d forgotten know how to kiss someone properly.

sunghoon hadn't reacted much, merely letting out a quiet laugh at your story. all he’d muttered was that the guy was an idiot who didn't know what he was missing. you'd answered with a smile, “yup, that’s right,” more to boost your own spirits than anything else, before quickly moving on. you had exams to focus on then, so it didn't really matter.

but now, after last year's failure, your longing for a handsome, kind boyfriend is becoming harder and harder to ignore. like, you miss having with a sweet guy to go on simple dates with, someone to cuddle up with at home in front of a movie while the fireplace crackles beside you.

especially with the season of love around the corner and all the little things that makes you wish you weren't single.

and as if cupid had heard your lonely prayers, just a few days later, the love bell came knocking at your door.

as you're putting your things away in your locker, you notice a tall figure standing behind the small metal door. glancing down, you spot a pair of black sneakers and expect to see sunghoon, who'd left a few minutes earlier after telling you to wait for him.

however, when you shut your locker, you're met not by the familiar handsome face of your best friend, but by another man who's just as fine in an entirely different way.

you've seen him around before, whether on campus or at parties, but more than anything, you've heard about him. sim jake, a name that's just as often on the lips of college girls. but unlike sunghoon, it's for all the right reasons: kind, studious, loyal, wealthy, while also being undeniably sexy. in short, the whole package.

you arch an eyebrow, intrigued by what the golden boy could possibly want from you.

“hey, i'm jake,” he opens the conversation smoothly, without a trace of shyness, offering you a perfect smile.

“hi jake.” you reply with a subtle, flirtatious smile. even if he came to see you for something else entirely, having the sim jake right in front of you, looking so scrumptious, isn't something that happens every day. so, for once, you decide to drop the whole waiting-for-him-to-make-the-first-move thing and take the initiative. “i already know who you are, but do you know who i am?”

“of course i do, y/n,” he says, spelling your name out with his attractive australian accent, a charming laugh escaping his lips, coupled with a devastating smirk.

your heart skips a beat. is he flirting back? unsure, you try to keep your composure, making sure you don't starting blushing like a fool, although you're already melting like chocolate inside.

“so, what brings sim jake to my locker?” you ask sweetly, letting his name linger on your tongue like a piece of candy, your interest in him now impossible to hide.

“well, i'll be direct. i've been trying to approach for a while this pretty girl i'm talking with right now. i'd like to go on a date with her you know, to see if we match or something.”

you chuckle at his words and play along with him. “for a while, really? interesting. if she is who i think she is, i think she might be fine with that.”

although he still has a playful gleam in his gaze, you see jake’s lips tremble slightly; he looks hesitant. “but is it fine to him tho?”

your smile slowly fades, leaving behind only but m a thin, bittersweet line.

you understand immediately who he's referring to, and you don't like how quickly the realization hits you, like the way it's so obvious to you.

in fact, it's quite bothersome.

in the early months of your friendship, people did misunderstand you as sunghoon’s girlfriend—or more like, his fwb. but after two years, most of people around the campus know now that you’re friends, only friends. so someone like jake, #popular, has to know.

still, you pretend to half know. “him?” you scoff, “you mean park sunghoon?”

he nods without saying a word.

“we're only friends, why would he have an issue with this?” you retort, your voice tinged with amused curiosity.

jake's smile lingers, but his eyes narrow slightly, silently asking, are you serious?

“have you really not noticed, or have you noticed and you're just pretending you haven't?”

you remain silent, chuckling under your breath as you shake your head in quiet confusion.

again.

when you don't respond, jake continues, a little flustered.

“sorry, that was a bit rude of me. let's just… focus on us, if you allow me.”

you nod thoughtfully. without answering his previous question, you skip straight to, “where and what time?” decisively changing topic, no longer beating around the bush.

jake instinctively runs a hand through his thick brown hair, visibly relieved that he hasn't ruined everything.

“are you free tonight? i know this australian bar, they serve excellent beers and burgers. it's cozy, nothing too fancy, we can chill, have a few drinks and chat.”

you absolutely love the date idea, and are about to say yes without a second thought.

then, you remember that you reluctantly promised to help sunghoon study tonight, after he begged you at least fifteen times. with no surprise, he failed several exams in a row and is now at risk of repeating the year, something he absolutely can't afford financially.

“not tonight, i have to study for an upcoming exam,” you lie, keeping to yourself that you'll actually be playing professor for a certain someone else instead, though you don't understand why you chose to hide it.

you notice the disappointment on his adorable puppy face, so you rush to reassure him: “but tomorrow, yeah, i'd really like to.” his big smile returns at the mention of it, and you find yourself smiling back warmly. both of your eyes light up with excitement as you exchange numbers.

and once again, you remain unaware of the man nearby, watching the entire exchange, leaning against a locker, a pissed-off look on his face.

in the dim light of your living room, class materials are scattered everywhere; your computer sits on the corner of the coffee table, while sunghoon's textbooks and exam papers are covered in your neat handwriting. you spent the evening studying together, explaining the parts he didn't understand or had completely missed.

you sat beside each other, bodies close enough that you could feel his warmth against your skin, shoulders and fingers brushing every now and then. but again, none of this, this kind of closeness, feels unusual for you guys.

the only thing on your mind is that you clearly deserve to be paid for your tutoring, but then again, hey, sunghoon is your beloved, broke, and irresponsible best friend.

you decide that's enough for today and suggest taking a break to relax in front of the tv, which sunghoon immediately agrees to.

while waiting for the food you ordered, with your own money of course, your eyes remain fixed on the netflix page, as you try to pick a movie to watch.

you're both sitting on the thick, fluffy rug, with your backs against the sofa—yes, the very one that sunghoon has claimed as his bed.

you list movie titles for sunghoon, only to be met with a mere “mmh” every single time, which is absolutely no help at all. after several long minutes of this, you feel your patience wearing thin.

sensing his insistent gaze on you rather than the screen, you turn toward him, determined to annoy him in the same way.

“how long are you planning on giving me the same useless answer sunghoon? you don't feel like watching a movie anymore?”

he looks at you thoughtfully, as if carefully considering what he's about to say.

you simply shrug, your expression saying, well? are you going to make up your mind?

“when was the last time you had a boyfriend y/n?”

confusion immediately spreads across your face as his question registers. “huh?” you sputter, totally caught off guard.

“just answer the question,” he insists casually, though you notice something off about him, like a suble tension.

your gazes meet, and from the look in his eyes, you already know he won't give up until he gets his answer. fuck, he really takes pride in being annoying, isn't he?

you let out a nervous laugh and give in anyway, “okay, but help me decide for real which movie to watch next.”

since you happen to have been thinking about his question recently, you quickly answer, mumbling. “two years, why?”

to which sunghoon responds with nothing more than just another shitty “hmm”.

if his goal tonight is to get on your nerves, well done, mission accomplished.

still, you try to keep your cool, meeting his unbothered gaze with your miffed one.

“got any other random questions for me tonight while we're at it?”

“are you going to meet jake?” sunghoon drops the question casually, as if he hadn't just asked something he had no business knowing about.

you were right, sunghoon really is moving weird tonight. however, you choose to play dumb, pretending not to notice anything unusual with his behavior. “yeah, tomorrow. did you see him talking to me today?”

it isn't a real question, and he knows it. so finally, he doesn't even bother responding with his usual lame “hmm”. instead, he breaks eye contact and turns his attention to the tv.

since sunghoon is already trying to avoid confrontation, as usual, before you move on from whatever this is, you might as well take your chance to dispel your doubts or… confirm them.

“what’s up, park? are you bothered by something perhaps?” or someone, you'd like to add.

you shift to face him more directly, resting your elbow on the sofa in a deliberately provocative manner. the tables have turned, you're the one stirring shit while sunghoon is now the one feeling your persistent gaze.

though, he doesn't take his eyes off the screen, suddenly very interested in the movie catalog. however, the tight grin on his face gives him away : you've bruised his ego. good.

“why didn’t you just come and jump in the chat instead of, i assume, watching us from afar?”

your question makes him chuckle derisively, but you can sense the nervousness underneath it. you've known him for two years; his ass can't fool you.

yet, you notice his uneasiness, too quickly, fading away as he responds with unsettling confidence; a true top scorer in men’s field.

“why would i intrude such a sweet moment when you’ve been single for so long?” you can't tell wether he's being normal or sarcastic. however, you place your bet on the latter.

then he finally turns to face you, his newfound insolence matching your provocation, “i wouldn’t want you accusing me of being the reason you don't get laid." he says, clearing his throat, as if ready to twist the knife, “especially after all this time.”

on god. this asshole.

you laugh humourlessly, about to respond with a scathing retort, when the doorbell cuts you off.

lucky bastard, saved by the bell.

sunghoon wastes no time and jumps to his feet. with an unconcerned sigh, he strolls to the door and collects your order from the delivery man.

this might be the first time you've ever felt such a strong urge to stranggle your best friend.

especially when sunghoon re-enters your apartment, placing the bag of food on the coffee table nonchalantly. he arranges everything you ordered in front of you, looking throughly pleased, even humming to himself. even though he can clearly feel your murderous glare, a low laugh rumbles from sunghoon’s chest as he simply grins at you, "let's eat, y/n."

you don't answer, silently accepting the chopsticks he holds out to you. you watch him as he turns his attention back to the television, finally settling on a movie. this time, the silent treatment you’re giving him doesn't trouble him the slightest.

as you pick up a piece of meat and chew it with your jaw clenched, your mind drifts back to his dickish remark, or rather the way he said it: being the reason you don’t get laid?

really? did he actually say that?

you're not the type of girl who takes things to heart. even when people tease you, you usually just laugh it off, but this clearly isn't just playful banter, it's downright rude. and that’s so unlike him, so unlike the sunghoon you know.

fuck.

if you weren't best friends, you might actually think that sunghoon is… jealous of jake.

it doesn’t make any damn sense…

yet ?

it suddenly pops into your head: what if either that random girl, wonyoung or even jake was right? that there is more than meets the eye?

the rest of your evening is weighted down by this shitty, tense atmosphere. sunghoon keeps talking for the sake of talking while you barely respond, forcing fake smiles whenever you have to.

and you hate all of this, every second of it. you and sunghoon rarely argue like that, if not never.

that night, you’re tossing and turning in bed. your thoughts keep circling back to the person lying on your couch, peacefully sleeping, while you’re unable to find sleep because of him: your best friend, park sunghoon.

australian rock music plays in the background, mingling with the lively noise of restaurant and the various conversations happening at each table—including yours, with handsome jake.

you're in the middle of your meal, already on your third beer, because all this talking is making y'all thirsty. there are teasing smiles exchanged, eyes sparkling with interest; the date is going wonderfully.

yet you have a knot in your stomach. not because of jake, who's doing his best to ease the tension without knowing it, but your best friend.

you hate thinking about another man during such a lovely moment, but you can't help but reminiscing about his asshole behavior the night before; you're still not over it.

besides, sunghoon left before you this morning, when you always have to fight to get him out of bed, off your sofa. you also didn't catch sight of him again during the day, not even in class.

since last night, he's been acting so strangely, and it's spoiling your good mood. if you let your intrusive thoughts get the better of you, you'd believe sunghoon did all of this on purpose, so you'd think about him when you're on your date with jake. but that's not the case, is it?

so after finishing your plates, with jake having started his fourth pint of beer, which should have left him a little tipsy and therefore make it less suspicious, you let intrusive-sunghoon-thought win and ask jake what's been on your mind all night.

“by the way, yesterday, when you said i didn't notice anything about sunghoon, what did you mean by that?”

his smile tenses a little, nibbling his lips, slightly furrowing his eyebrows. “are you sure you want to talk about that now?”

you give jake an innocent look while you nod playfully, “sorry, just too nosy.” you chuckle, hoping to not ruin everything with this topic.

“when i said i’ve been trying to approach you for a while i was serious. it’s just sunghoon makes things a bit complicated.” jake confesses.

you remain quiet, digesting what he's saying with growing unhealthy curiosity.

“everyone knows you're just friends, but it’s like, it doesn’t matter to him, he’s keeping you to himself and has made that very clear to the other guys at uni.”

your blood temperature drops slightly. “seriously?”

jake nods and continues. “if i remember correctly, there was even a story where he threatened a guy who hit on you at a party. according to some versions, they even got physical. ”

jungwon. you directly think of him, but there is no way this is true ?

in front of your bewildered face, jake hastens to add “i'm not trying to ruin your friendship with him y/n, i'm just telling you what i saw and heard. also experienced.” he swallows and then smiles bitterly as he recalls the scene. “i already tried to approach you at a student party some months ago, but i barely had time to take a few steps toward you before i felt a hand holding me back by the shoulder. it was sunghoon.” he reveals and wow, you're blown away.

even if you don’t want to trust any of the word you’re hearing, something tells you that jake likely isn't lying. but how come in all that time, two whole years, you never caught wind of this? are you this oblivious or is sunghoon just that good at concealing everything?

in your head, and from what you've always seen at parties, sunghoon has always been busy picking up girls, like he doesn’t have a single second to spare for you. so, keeping guys from getting close to you?

and even if that is the case, to what end?

you know you're beating around the bush. you know it perfectly well, but you really don't want to believe…. whatever this is:

that your best friend has been eyeing you up all this time and purposely sabotaging your love life.

you sense unease welling up inside you, so you decide to forget about sunghoon and concentrate on jake again.

even if all this bullshit might be true, so what?

it's not like you're interested in sunghoon in any way other than as a friend. or so you tell yourself.

“so what i’m getting from that, my best friend might beat your ass later, but you still decided to try your luck with me again?”

jake is a little taken aback, not expecting this kind of silly response from you after everything he just shared. nevertheless, he's greatly relieved and lets you know with yet one more of his signature (perfect) smile.

“right, that’s right. at first i chickened out when i saw him all over you; i didn’t want to meddle in your whatever is going on between you”. he sighs softly before continuing, “but i don't know, you're the only girl at uni who actually makes my eyes linger, no one else really catches my attention. and since sunghoon doesn't seem ready to take things to the next level with you, i figured i might as well go for it.”

his words warm your heart as much as they cold it with the part involving sunghoon, but you stay focused on the positive, which is jake.

“also, even though i’ve rarely fought in my life, i’m not afraid anyway. i think you’re worth the fight.” he adds.

that part makes you giggle and blush, nearly making you choke on the beer you're drinking in one gulp. you awkwardly wipe your lips, before going back to flirting with him.

“okay, that’s kinda sexy mr. sim”

he laughs heartily and thanks you playfully with one hand on his heart, thus completing your date with him.

jake insists on paying for the whole dinner since he's the one who invited you, and you realize that you're no longer used to such gesture since you're always the one who pays for sunghoon.

for a man who promised to repay you five times over, the amount of things he owes you keeps piling up.

the drive back to your place is just as nice and melodic as the date.

jake's car is big, shiny, and smells brand-new—a perfect reflection of his income. you feel at ease with him, and your eyes feast on his perfectly sculpted profile.

once you arrive in front of your building, he hurries to open the door for you like a gentleman, offering his hand as he helps you out. but even after he closes the door, your hands remain linked.

you walk toward the front door together at a slow pace, both of you quietly trying to stretch the date until the very last minute.

at the front door, your footsteps falter and your bodies naturally turn toward each other. you can tell from the gentle pressure on your fingers that jake doesn’t want to let you go. you give each other nervous smiles and bright-eyed glances, and jake finally breaks the sweet silence.

“if that’s okay with you, i’d really like us to go on a second date. something more romantic this time.”

you feel like you're walking on air, your heart is pounding: it's everything you've been hoping for over the past two years. obviously you immediately agree to his invitation: “that sounds wonderful, i’d really love to,” as you reciprocate the soft pressure of his hand, interlacing your fingers with his.

the warm tension suddenly builds; you don't need to say the words—your eyes say it all. his head moves closer to yours just as you slightly stand on your tiptoes, your lips irresistibly drawing nearer and nearer.

you’re about to kiss when a certain cough suddenly interrupts the romantic moment.

your eyelids, which had slowly closed during the moment, flutter open, making you frown slightly. but you notice jake staring intently at your lips, determined to kiss you, so you attempt to get back into the mood and shut your eyes again. but the cough resumes, this time much louder, definitively ruining the kiss.

sighing in exasperation, you both look up to see who’s fucking interrupting.

when you recognize sunghoon’s familiar features on the balcony of your apartment, staring right into your soul, completely ignoring jake just a few inches away, your eyes widen.

for a second, you think you’re hallucinating: what the hell is that little bastard doing there and what exactly does he think he’s doing right now?

seeing your face contort with frustration and your gaze that could kill sunghoon a hundred times over, jake draws you back to him by shaking your hand. he tries to reassure you sweetly, “it’s alright, next time, okay.” but his eyes seem to say, “see how right i was about him?” which only makes you even more furious inside.

after one last squeeze of your fingers and a tender smile that pierces your chest, jake lets go of your hand and starts stepping away from you. “see you at college, y/n,” he calls over his shoulder.

your stomach twists with regret as you watch him get back into his car, start the engine, and drive away from your place.

your little bubble has just burst into a thousand pieces because of sunghoon, and when you look back at your balcony, his figure has vanished. of course, once he got what he wanted.

you rush toward the entrance, your keys rattling in time with your frantic mood; you don't even wait for the elevator and storm up the three flights of stairs.

your door is already ajar; sunghoon is waiting patiently for you and your wrath. you regret giving him your code as you slam the door behind you.

he's smoking a cigarette on your leather couch, his designated bed, acting like he doesn't give a damn when deep down you know now jealousy is eating him up; he can't run away from the truth anymore, not after the shit he pulled.

“didn't you tell me yesterday that you didn't want to be the reason i don’t get laid?” repeating his damn line, word for word.

sunghoon doesn't answer; he just stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray nearby, blowing smoke without meeting your furious gaze.

“i haven't seen you all day sunghoon, you were nowhere to be found, didn’t open my texts, didn’t pick up my calls, but suddenly you show up? at my place, without even letting me know? what kind of game are you playing?”

he stands up at last, measuredly draging himself towards your figure. towering over you, sunghoon locks his black piercing eyes with yours. “i’m playing no games y/n, not with you.”

you let out a dry, humorless laugh. carried away by your emotions, and reminiscing about your discussion with jake, you decide to spill everything, exposing the harsh truth he'd been hiding from you.

“i was told you’ve been having fun pulling the strings of my love life for the past two years and you have the fucking nerve to say that?”

realizing that you know everything, sunghoon freezes for a few seconds.

then, unconsciously, he takes another step closer to you.

the urge to put some distance between you is overwhelming, but you don't budge an inch. you refuse to let him know how much his words and actions mess with your head.

“every time i see any guy near you, it drives me fucking insane” the seriousness in his voice and the possessiveness in his gaze tell you he's not fucking joking.

sunghoon means every word, and that only makes everything worse.

you gasp in disbelief that he would admit so openly, just like that, and let out another cold laugh right to his face.

“but what gives you the right to do that? we're just best friends, sunghoon, best friends,” you insist. “why won't you let me be with someone?”

now it's sunghoon's turn to let out a low, amused chuckle, his gaze never leaving yours. “do you really need me to answer that, y/n?" he murmurs, his voice quieter this time. you feel him move closer again, until the distance between you becomes almost nonexistent.

his warmth surrounds you, the one you’ve been foolishly cherishing for over twenty four months. "i'm sure you already know what this is all about.”

you're speechless. for real.

you can't believe what's happening.

for two long years you thought you were on the same page as your best friend, fully trusting him when it comes to you, when all this time his intentions toward you were… wrong, completely wrong.

did sunghoon ever consider you a friend ?

you feel played, you feel toyed.

perhaps that's what you deserve for deciding to befriend a womanizer. you feel stupid for thinking you were different in his eyes, that you were just purely his friend.

such a good actor. perhaps he should consider making a career out of acting instead of wasting his time failing his studies.

your so-called best friend had you completely fooled; played his part perfectly, earning your utmost trust, while he was romantically screwing you over without you knowing.

and you realize, how naive you were.

not only did he want you like any other girl, but you were also probably the biggest fish he’d been trying to catch.

“okay, okay.” everything is too much, you take a step back from him, barely holding yourself together. you laugh nervously to yourself, running your hand through your hair in frustration.

you kinda want to cry, throw a massive fit in your apartment, but you hold back your tears because that jerk doesn't deserve them. “so tell me now sunghoon, what exactly do you want from me?”

you don't even dare look at sunghoon anymore, feeling ridiculous.

you should have stepped back further from him, because his left hand manages to gently take hold of your fingers, burning away the inches between you once more; while his right one shamelessly reaches for your cheek, his long fingers lightly brushing against it.

“all this time, i’ve been only wanting one thing y/n” he whispers, “you, just you“ his voice is far too intimate, far too tempting. you hate the way his words gets under your skin, hate that, despite everything, your body betrays you.

you feel shivers running down your skin, your heartbeat racing in your chest, your cheeks flushing a red tinged with nervousness and... anger.

anger that takes hold of you and you abruptly yank sunghoon's hand away, shoving him back.

“but it's not mutual, sunghoon. why would i want you when i literally know everything about you?" you're harsh, with a touch of contempt, forcing yourself to remain fierce and convincing, because… it's true, damn it.

“i don’t want to end up as one of your desperate fucks, i don’t even want to give you a chance! do you understand that!?” your voice rises, you feel yourself getting carried away. perhaps more than you should... perhaps, betraying an unknowable part of your heart, one that has subconsciously already envisioned sunghoon as more than just your best friend, but knew it was useless to even consider.

after those cold but warranted words, silence falls over the room, disrupted only by the sound of your heavy breathing. his complete lack of reaction forces you to look at him.

you expect him to be hurt or look offended, but no... this bastard is smiling?

your eyebrows arch and your face contorts with disbelief. “what’s so funny? have you lost it? are you crazy?”

his smile turns into a quiet chuckle, without any real malice, “crazy for you? maybe.”

you purse your lips, close your eyes in frustration as you let out a heavy sigh of exasperation. he’s not serious, he’s not fucking serious.

“stop this shit sunghoon, i’m begging.”

you wish you could turn back time to before all this arguing, before all this confessing happened. you were much better off not knowing anything about his true intentions.

“let's just stay friends.” your voice comes out almost pained. “why do you have to ruin everything? wasn't what we had nice?”

you bury your face in your hands for a few seconds, not knowing what to do about all this whole mess, about him.

being the persistent, pretty man that he is, once again, you sense sunghoon trying to close the distance between you again.

you straighten up right away, taking more than one step back this time, shielding yourself safe from him in every possible way.

“anyway, let's stop here sunghoon, let’s take some distance.”

“y/n listen, i waited two years-“ sunghoon begins, in a serious tone as he tries to explain himself.

but you cut him off right away, raising a limp hand between the two of you, refusing to meet his eyes. you don’t believe he’s being sincere with you, and even if he were, you don’t want him. not like this.

“come back to me when you’re ready to be my best friend again.”

you walk toward the door decisively and open it for him; your emotionally drained demeanor signals to him the way out—not just from your home, but also from your life, for now.

you can't bear to look at him anymore because you know you could get swayed by his pleading puppy eyes, especially when you can feel sunghoon unwavering gaze on your vulnerable silhouette.

sunghoon lets out frustrated sounds, his eyebrows furrowing as his knuckles ache. he bites the inside of his cheek, just like he does whenever things don't work out the way he wants.

you sense that he wants to fight back, doesn’t want to leave before making things clear with you.

but your refusal is plain, and your best friend knows that if he doesn’t want to lose you for good, he can’t be any more disrespectful.

although sunghoon is the one walking out the door reluctantly, this time it's not him who's running away, but you.

you try to go about your life as usual: you wake up, grab your coffee before heading to college, focus deeply on your classes, study hard for the upcoming end-of-year exams. you try to convince yourself that everything is fine. fine.

but after two long weeks, you now have to conceal the dark circles under your eyes every morning, deal with migraines that torment you almost every day.

getting out of bed is tough, the coffee you drink leaves a bitter taste on your lips. you're bored in class and only pay attention because you have to, for your scholarship. you tell your parents that the reason they haven't heard from you lately is because you're busy studying hard for your final exams, when the truth is that you're spending entire evenings drowning in your studies just so you don't have to think about that night, don't have to think about him.

sunghoon.

you knew you spent most of your time with him, but you had no idea just how much of a part of your daily life he was, nor how much his absence from your days would leave such a void. he played the role of your best friend so well that you’ve long since drifted away from your first acquaintances at college. you just… didn’t need them when you had him (and jay), but now ? now.

you’re alone, so tremendously alone, the loneliness making you dwell everything. your heart aches.

your best friend's betrayal is too much to handle, feels like a breakup. you’re starting to regret it; perhaps you shouldn’t have kicked him out of your home without letting him explain himself, perhaps you shouldn’t have pushed him out of your life when you had every reason to…

for god's sake, for two years sunghoon had been dishonest, screwed up your love life behind your back out of unwarranted possessiveness.

before you cut him, sunghoon mentioned that he had waited two years. but two years for which reason? what result?

didn’t he say himself, with his own very mouth, that he’s incapable of falling in love? are you just supposed to consciously give yourself to a player and trust him to treat you right, when he never behaved correctly before with any of his countless lovers? like ok you might have been naive about his intentions toward you, but you’re not that stupid yet to become one more body count.

honestly, you can't even possibly imagine that sunghoon would want anything from you other than to keep his bed warm (or in this case, your damn bed) until he found his next girl.

you can't picture a scenario where he'd actually want to go out with you properly, with the respect and love you seek, without a looming deadline the moment he starts developing feelings for you.

so why does remorse gnaw at your stomach so much?

it’s easy, it’s simple… because despite knowing the harsh truth, despite the broken trust, you miss sunghoon. a lot.

everything hurts, your daily life is dull, devoid of any fun. of him.

however, you're nowhere near ready to admit that you miss this pretty asshole.

a pretty asshole whom you haven't really run into much since your argument, if you can even call that an argument since it was pretty much one-sided on your end.

in any case, you've noticed that sunghoon skips class even more often, rarely seeing him there. since you know him so well (or so you thought), you're aware he's not avoiding you because he wants to, but because you asked him to.

you sometimes catch a glimpse of him from afar with jay. you have no idea how he’s been doing, and it’s eating away at you more than you’d like.

you've also caught wind of gossip, that he seems to have taken a break from… women. and since you stopped partying on saturday nights, you have even fewer chances to run into him and ask him. (even though that's currently the worst thing you could do if you want to maintain your little crushed dignity.)

however, the more days go by, the more you lose confidence in yourself, in what remains of your friendship; you can no longer tell if he plans to come back into your life when he's ready, or if he's actually decided to walk away from you for good. and you won’t lie, that last possibility is killing you inside.

in the midst of your emotional distress, that’s when jake appeared like an angel, or rather, reappeared. because he sent you a bunch of texts, and you replied but only halfheartedly. three words at most.

you had no energy and he obviously sensed it. that’s why, after two weeks of noticing that you were alone and not doing well even though you try to keep up a normal facade, jake came to your locker, just like the first time he approached you.

he took the liberty of intertwining his fingers with yours to take you somewhere else, to take your mind off things.

jake is such a nice guy, an extra nice guy. but the more time you spend with him, the more you feel like you don't deserve a guy like him. because you ended up going on other dates after he sweetly asked, and you finally kissed. in fact, you do it every now and then, when the mood feels right; quick pecks, deeper kisses. but unlike the night of your first date, you don't feel that rush, you don't have butterflies in your stomach.

you had convinced yourself before that a simple, risk-free romantic relationship was what you needed.

so why is your heart refusing to cooperate with your head?

it makes you sad, frustrated because despite your repeated attempts, you can’t reciprocate jake’s enthusiasm, jake's loveliness. it remains unspoken between you, but you both know very well whose fault it is.

you weren't even dating him, you were just his best friend, so why do you have this ridiculous feeling in your chest !?

and the worst part is that jake is perfectly aware, yet he doesn’t push to define your relationship, respecting your emotional state. which only makes you feel even more guilty toward him: you feel like you’re using him to get over a certain someone, and he’s willingly letting you do it.

especially that one night on saturday, when jake invited you to a party, figuring you needed to have some fun. but fun was over the moment you saw him.

sunghoon.

as soon as you walked into the house holding jake's hand, as if you were a magnet, his magnet, sunghoon dark eyes fell on you, then on your intertwined fingers. there was barely any emotion in his gaze, just a chilling emptiness, with a faint trace of jealousy buried beneath it.

and yet, as you watched him move away from his little corner by the wall and disappear into the mass of folks dancing and drinking, probably to find jay, you still had that nagging feeling that you were being unfaithful to him… even though it didn't make any fucking sense.

you started coming up with crazy theories, like, one of sunghoon's girls must have been a witch and had cast a curse on you. because ever since your argument, you hadn't been yourself, like you had been really really absurd, especially when it came to him.

was that what it meant to be in denial?

you were sneering at your own misfortune.

had you fallen in love with sunghoon over the past two years, but had just pushed those ideas out of your healthy mental system because, in your eyes, it was inconceivable for the two of you to be together? for you to be into that kind of erratic person? too unbelievable that your steady self could be drawn to a such a troubling man?

maybe you had this savior complex within all along and it just went unnoticed by you.

what a mess.

and you didn't know why, possibly because the sudden realization was so uncomfortable, clutching your chest tightly, that you decided to be a real stupid bitch to feel better (or worse), letting your impulsiveness and drunkenness take control of the situation.

you were sitting on the couch with jake, responding to the conversation he was leading with a half-baked smile, because you were doing your best to ignore yet another sunghoon’s insistent gaze as he stood in a new corner of the party room, his eyes practically screaming, “i want to talk to you.” and your feminine self, currently devoid of dignity, wanted to stupidly give in.

you couldn't help but sneak a discreet peek at your (ex) best friend, noticing that he was politely turning down every girl who came up to talk to him (and there were tons of them, 100 times prettier than you). but the moment he let one of them get a little too close to his ear, likely whispering some trivial stuff to each other, anyway, the mere sight of their faces just a few centimeters apart had you losing your shit for the first time.

there's no way the guy responsible for messing with your brain would try to flirt with a pretty girl right in front of you—not in a million years. it was okay before, you couldn't care less when you were still normal best friends, but after all that selfish confession? no fucking way.

so, without warning, you grabbed jake by the collar, cutting him off mid-sentence, and pressed your lips against his, catching him off guard. it was one of those really dirty kisses to piss off someone, where you nibbled on his lower lip and slipped your tongue into his mouth just as he gave out a little moan. you let yourself go completely, without holding back.

at first, jake went along with it, because he is, after all, a man and specifically one who's really into you. but he had to pull himself back to reality, because he knew that if you were suddenly acting like this, turning him on in open space, it was for a reason—and, alas, he wasn't that reason.

you were taking advantage of his liking for you, but jake didn't want to take advantage of your distress, any longer, so he gently pats you on the back of the head, signaling for you to stop. at his gentle, indicative gesture, you pulled your lips away from his, opened your eyes again, and there—what you saw: the acceptance in his gaze, the silent pain.

it hit you so hard, you felt terrible, incredibly guilty. jake had always been so good to you, and yet, you… you.

seeing your sudden panic, jake had started stroking the back of your head softly again. “you don’t have to feel sorry, y/n. i’m not to be pitied, not at all.” he let out a small, sad laugh, one that souded like someone who realized he had lost you even before anything concrete could take shape between you. “we can't control our hearts, okay?”

you felt like crying because jake was so perfect, the dream boyfriend you'd always wanted and he was literally at your door. it was so frustrating to watch him walking away from your sentimental house because feelings aren't something you can choose.

your foolish heart had visibly set its sights instead on that unreliable, broke guy who broke hearts as if he were paid to do it.

“maybe, at some point, there will be a time for us—or maybe not. anyway, let's stay friends for now, y/n,” he continued, ending your situationship in the most delicate way imaginable. you nodded weakly in agreement, letting yourself be soothed by the gentle caress of his hand.

“as my first act as your official friend,” jake said, still smiling, though his eyes glistened with annoyance, his fingers reluctantly letting go of the back of your head, “believe me, it hurts to give you this advice, especially since this fucker doesn’t deserve it.” you giggled at his remark, able to guess what he was about to say: “go talk to him, but… don’t do it for him—do it for yourself, and think about what you really want.” and with one last bittersweet sigh of resignation, jake turned the final page of your brief love story.

and you’d taken jake’s advice; your uneasy, heavy footsteps had led you toward the restroom, because you knew sunghoon had seen the whole thing: the messy kiss to piss him off. you knew he was tracking signs like a dog, that he’d follow your trail because the chance to talk to you had finally presented itself to him like a gift from heaven (or more like hell).

and before you’d even reached the restroom (you’d never actually planned to go there), you felt a large hand grab you roughly and drag you from behind, drawing you into an adjacent room, what appeared to be a sort of mini-library, completely empty and far from the hustle of the party.

just like on the night of your argument, all you could hear right now was the sound of your breathing. you were still facing away from him, and he still hadn't let go of your hand, holding it as if it were something precious.

despite the earlier unease, in the end, his familiar presence was relaxing, and his signature woody scent, so uniquely his, helped calm your nerves.

sunghoon.

“look at me,” he asked in a low, hoarse voice—a tone that suggested he hadn't been well for some time.

and you weren't difficult at that moment.

you listened and turned around, because you wanted to, and jake told you to think about what you wanted.

seeing his gorgeous face again up close after 21 days immediately lifted a weight off your heart; those three weeks had felt like three months, it had genuinely been so emotionally draining to you.

you moved a little closer, your fingers naturally lacing with his. now that you could see his eyes closely, you could tell he was just as tired as you were.

you wanted to ask him, “was it all worth it?” but in reality, yes, it probably was. or at least, that’s what you hoped.

you didn’t even know anymore.

then your tired tender gaze fell on his right cheek, drawn to those unsightly colours that were gradually fading: a bruise that was a few days old. "is it her again?" he nodded silently, a bitter smile on his face, then explained. "jay got a girlfriend, so i went to my mom. she's as charming as ever."

your heart sank immediately, and you felt sorry. if sunghoon had been beaten again by that horrible woman, it was indirectly your fault. you’d kicked him out of your house too hastily, without thinking it through properly, and if he didn't have jay's, all he had left was her nightmarish place.

“y/n, please, don't make that face. don't take the blame for my mom's actions. ”

but your chest grew even heavier, so without thinking, the alcohol easing your restraint slightly, you pulled sunghoon toward you and pushed him into your arms. caught off guard, his tall frame fell heavily on top of you. but within seconds, he hurried to lift himself up and give you a tight, proper hug.

sunghoon immediately breathed in the scent of your hair, feeding on that scent as if it were oxygen. finally.

"i missed you", he whispered sincerely in your ear.

you had missed him too. so much.

instead of answering him out loud, you burried your cheek against his muscular, comforting chest.

for what felt like a long minute, you held each other tight, reconnecting in every sense of the word.

after that, there was an awkward silence. you could feel sunghoon tensing up slightly as you held each other.

then, clearing his throat softly, he tentatively asked you, "can i be your best friend again?"

your eyes widened slightly; you weren't expecting that, especially not after coming to terms with your feelings for him.

knowing sunghoon's persistence though, you knew he had no intention of giving up (someone like him wouldn't change personality in three weeks, let's be real) yet the fact that he respected your wish from that night, no matter how long he'd last, melted your heart in that very moment.

you were fully aware that after all this, things could never go back to the way they were before between you, but whatever, you wanted to see how long his little best friend charade would last, perhaps it was your turn to have the upper hand.

in any case, you’d already decided to stake everything on what he hadn't promised you yet. like an moth flying straight into the flames and nonetheless, you no longer cared because… as stupid as it sounds, it felt good. you felt good.

after your heartfelt reunion, you decided to sneak out of the party, snatching two bottles of hard liquor along the way.

you walked back to your place like drunken teenagers (since you’d come in jake’s car and sunghoon had ridden on jay’s motorcycle). luckily, it was only a 30-minute walk to your apartment. you spent half the walk on his back, when you weren’t busy challenging each other to finish the bottle or play-fighting like two idiotic kids.

you didn't know how you'd managed to get home in one piece, since you couldn't walk without his support. but the thing is, sunghoon was pretty wasted too, so when he stumbled right in the middle of your living room, struggling to leave your shoes by the entrance, the two of you crashed heavily onto the plush carpet.

half on top of each other on the floor, your drunken laughter echoed through the room. crushing sunghoon with all your weight even though it didn't bother him—quite the contrary, you struggled to lift yourself off him before rolling over with a small thud, your back finally resting against the mat as well.

your laughter began to fade, lingering as slight, euphoric smiles on your rosy-cheeked faces.

at the same time, as if in some kind of psychic connection, you both turned to face each other.

staring into each other’s eyes with tendress, your chest rising and falling softly, you lost yourself in the beauty of your best friend, sublimated by the glow of the streetlights reflecting through your apartment window : his soulful eyes, his long lashes, his sculpted nose, his graceful moles. even his bruised cheek was taking nothing away from his beauty. then there were his luscious lips, so perfectly shaped, stretched into a loving smile.

it was no surprise that all these beautiful women were fighting over this man.

could he one day truly be yours?

lost in your daydreams, you could feel fatigue setting in—not just from the evening, but also… sunghoon. you didn’t know if you’d have a happy ending together.

but it was useless to overthink everything and give yourself more headaches; there was no turning back.

you had no idea just how alive sunghoon felt at that moment. after three weeks of feeling dead inside, deprived of you. deprived of your easygoing company, your little “i-know-it-all” smiles, your carefree laughs, your refreshing honesty.

it had been two years now, and you were the only one who’d managed to warm his heart when no one else did. and he’d never known how to deal with… with this. he couldn’t even put a name to it at first: feelings, feelings of… possession? love?

and when he finally figured it out, came to terms with, it was even worse. because sunghoon had convinced himself he was incapable of falling in love, had even confidently confessed it to you.

his mother had successfully damaged him. sunghoon refused to open up to anyone, to hand over the keys to his heart to someone. he didn’t trust women but still needed their affection. and their money; the vain, wealthy daughters being the ones around whom he felt least guilty about being a total scum.

but you, you were clearly different.

sunghoon didn't feel that fear around you. he could be vulnerable without worry.

maybe because you knew every little thing about him, the good but especially the bad. yet, the thought of ever abandoning him had never crossed your mind.

however, a woman like you would never want a man like him.

despite your cool appareance and laid-back personality, you were fairly kind of flawless (it’s possible you weren’t, and that his affection for you clouded his judgment but he didn’t care).

whereas, he was the very embodiment of failure. you’d already told him everything about the dream boyfriend you wanted, and sunghoon was so far from it, thousands of kilometers away in hell.

since he didn’t know how to change, how to become the right one for you, sunghoon acted like a dick. that was the easiest, and weakest, way to deal with his own frustration.

he was nasty, he was selfish, he was insecure, he was a rainbow of flaws. he couldn’t bear to see other guys showing interest in the girl who should have been his, if fate hadn't decided to torment him.

sunghoon had always wanted to be more than just your best friend, yes. sunghoon had gone behind your back when his misguided heart was consumed by jealousy and sourness, yes.

all of this was true and he still couldn’t feel any remorse. that was simply his rotten nature: a bad man, without redeeming qualities, that you had accepted into your life, for better or for worse.

but no matter how many beautiful women he had in his pathetic life, you were the most beautiful in his eyes, the most radiant.

a shadow drawn to a soothing light.

sunghoon only wanted you.

over those two years, he'd done his fucking best to restrain himself, having no idea where he found the strength not to never attempt to do something, to never try kissing your pretty lips.

sunghoon knew damn well he didn’t deserve you even slightest, but fortunately for him and unfortunately for you, his selfishness was strong enough to no longer care about that (the final straw being jake—thanks dude).

sunghoon had enough love experience to be certain of one thing now: if it weren't you, it’d never work.

lulled by the sublime features of your best friend and his warm aura radiating off you, far from the chaos of his thoughts regarding you, your eyelids began to close peacefully.

but before you fell completely asleep, you heard sunghoon, in a relieved voice, whispering to you, "thank you y/n, for giving me a chance."

your heavy slumber is shattered by the smell of something cooking—or rather, something burning.

opening your eyes is a struggle, your head throbbing right away. the previous night's excesses have left their aftermath.

when your eyelids eventually open, a view of your room comes into focus; your last memories are yourself lying drunk on your soft rug, staring at… sunghoon.

sunghoon.

is he the one who carried your sleeping self to your room and put you to bed?

you decide to find out the answer by dragging yourself out of bed and heading to the living room. but before you do, you notice a glass of water and a pill that is probably meant to relieve your headache. you also note that you're in your usual pajamas.

did sunghoon do all this?

you swallow the pill and slip on your slippers. you head to the bathroom for a minute, then, you let the smell of food lead the way.

you come across a scene of your best friend at the stove, holding a frying pan and apparently cooking eggs. you notice his black tank top, gray sweatpants and black cap worn backwards; clothes he’d left at your place.

you almost laugh at yourself over the fact that hoe didn’t waste any time settling in again.

focused on the eggs, sunghoon doesn't hear you approaching. so you sneak up behind him silently to surprise him. now facing his broad back, you suddenly imgine how nice it'd feel to wrap your arms around his slim waist. especially every morning—confirming your real and shameful attraction to your best friend.

"you know how to cook eggs?" sunghoon instantly jumps at the sound of your voice, his eyes following your every movement as you step over to stand beside him at the stove, giggling cutely. your gaze falls on the gentle smile playing on his lips, then lingers on the manly stubble dusting his chin.

sunghoon feels like he's in heaven, surrounded by an angel. the way you've grown comfortable around him again makes his heart swell with joy.

he can barely believe you've actually forgiven him, and he wonders if you aren't some kind of divine gift, his redemption after all these years wandering in the dark.

"know is a big word, i'm trying my best to make breakfast for my perfect… best friend."

he hesitates over his last few words, and and you look at him with quiet amusement; you're genuinely curious to see how long sunghoon will last before his patience shatters into a thousand pieces.

and you have no intention of making it easy for him.

after setting aside the overcooked eggs, sunghoon gets everything ready to cook some bacon.

you watch him silently, and when you feel the strap of your tank top slip, you just let it fall.

you drift closer to sunghoon again, your arm lightly brushing his, as if by accident. he stays calm on the surface, though the slight tension in his shoulders already gives him away.

as your petty game continues, you rest both arms on the kitchen counter and draw them in just enough that the movement presses your breasts together, making them peek out from the neckline of your tank top.

you pretend to be attentive on what he’s making, letting your breath linger against his shoulder. you notice him lose his concentration slightly: sunghoon eyes wander between the bacon in the pan and your much more appetizing cleavage.

he clears his throat and does his best to stay focused.

how amusing.

but sunghoon is far from oblivious, especially in this regard. so before the bacon ends up burning because of you, he immediately turns off the stove.

you look at him curiously, your eyes sparkling with mischief and a look that says, “why did you stop cooking?”

but instead of answering, your best friend looks at you and asks : "y/n, what are you doing?"

you bite back a laugh, keeping your expression as innocent as possible. "mh? what do you mean?”  you murmur, clearly enjoying his reaction.

but then, unable to resist the urge to provoke him, you lean further into the game and openly tease sunghoon with a knowing smile. “i'm just doing what you're the best at… i guess."

you feel content, you feel smart. but this lasts only 5 seconds. as soon as what you said sinks into his brain, sunghoon’s demeanor shifts. his eyebrows arch playfully, he runs his tongue against the inside of his cheek, while he straightens his shoulders.

without looking at you, the corners of his mouth start to turn up in a predatory smile, revealing his two fangs.

you swallow.

dangerous territory you shouldn’t have ventured into—the dormant wolf has just woken up and… it’s time for you to escape.

you adjust your shoulder strap casually and take a few quiet steps toward the living room, but sunghoon, who’s been eying you closely, grabs your wrist right way and pulls you flush against him.

“where do you think you’re going?”

an arm wraps around your upper body, trapping you against his muscular chest. you have an incredible view of his delicious bicep, but you force yourself to stay focused, as your pride is still on the line.

"let me go sunghoon", you try to break free, however, truth is, you're exactly where you want to be.

"i won't, not this time" sunghoon says in your ear unwavering, his lips brushing against your earlobe.

"don't make me repeat myself", you attempt to sound persuasive, even biting his arm—letting your intrusive thoughts winning over, to get him to release you.

without success.

sunghoon hisses a bit but lets you have your way with his bicep. “i lied yesterday, i'm not ready to be your friend again".

at his shameless words, your jaw loosens, releasing the skin off his arm, and you stop your feigned struggling.

wow, less than 24 hours. you’d expected sunghoon would last a bit more than that, but nope.

"of course you're not", you chuckle softly, tinged with sarcasm. "and you'll never be ready by the way. you've been my best friend for two years and you think i don't know how that brain of yours work ?"

sunghoon lets you go at once and grips your shoulders, turning you to face him. his eyebrows lift in surprise, and his dark eyes widen.

this might be the first time you've seen sunghoon with such a solemn expression, but the amused smile on your face doesn't fade nonetheless. you're enjoying your brief dominance over the situation. you feel kind of good, in a strangely satisfying way, after you were left with no choice to quickly digest how he has been behaving behind your back for the past two years.

"are you playing with me right now ?"

a question that hits a little too close to home… and you deliberately don't answer him right away, giving him a taste of his own medicine with a wry look that says, “what do you think?”

he takes a deep breath and continues his questioning. you can sense that the rope of his patience is about to snap.

“didn't you say you'd never fall for me?”

and now it's your turn to widen your eyes in surprise, as you recall the scene with that random nosy girl who was wondering about the two of you at a party. "how do you know that?"

sunghoon gives a faint shake of his head, as if recalling the memory, a bitter smile tugging at his lips: “i was just behind you at that time. was about to ask you to dance with me. but then i heard what you said and.. i got upset, so i just went to find some girl and well, you know what happened after.”

you immediately tap his chest, unable to hide the fond amusement in your expression despite your exasperation. “park sunghoon, you’re really hopeless.”

the mention of his full name makes him giggle, and his features melt into an adorable eye smile. but then, sunghoon’s face turns serious again, “i have a lot to say; listen to me till the end ok?”

his hands travel down from your shoulders delicately along your arms to intertwine your fingers together, as if he were ready to intertwine your destinies.

“that night, i said i waited two years for you… well, when you came into my life, everything was normal at first. you were my new confidante, my partner in crime” sunghoon begins, chucking softly. “nothing more i promise you. but i got so comfortable around you, let my guard down like i never did with any woman before, and before i could realize i started to want more.”

you look into sunghoon eyes and squeeze your joined hands tightly. you want to believe what he’s saying, you want to trust the shimmer in his orb; you sincerely pray he isn't deceiving you.

“you were so good to me despite all my flaws, and my brain kept repeating—where else would i find someone like you ? the shit my mum said before, that no one could truly ever love me. i knew you could this person, the one to prove her wrong.”

you can feel the heaviness in his heart, and it weighs down yours.

“however, i couldn’t do shit about it so i tried to drop… this whole idea. you know, i thought it was just a physical attraction that i could repress and would eventually fade, but then when i saw those men hungry for you, when i watched you kiss that guy,”

that guy… jungwon right.

“with how pissed i was, i figured out that what i was feeling was way more serious. but anyway, you only liked me as a friend, and you’d never in a million years want a scumbag like me for anything else. so i was in a dead end, forcing myself to keep playing your bestie despite how crazy i was for you.”

you listen to him silently and breathe out; the intensity of his confession making you feel like you're racing a marathon.

“running after girls was originally a way to feel better about how miserable my mum made me. but later, it became a way to release my frustration since i couldn’t… have you. and since i’m literally the worse,” sunghoon sneers bitterly as he recounts his own mischief. “it wasn’t enough so i just started to wreck your love life, keeping all these bastards far from you, because if i couldn’t have you then, no one else could”

well damn. that was a lot to take.

“to be honest, i don’t know what made you change your mind about me because i’m still my irredeemable self, but i want you to know that none of these women were right because they weren't you.”

this time you’re breathing in deeply. oh.

“y/n, i want to try something with you, will you give me that chance ?”

you swallow nervously and feel your heart pounding in your eardrums.

few weeks ago, you had spat your venom right in sunghoon’s face, swearing that you would never give him a chance to someone like him. you don’t exactly regret what you said because your feelings were valid, but the irony of it all makes you feel a little ridiculous, since it’s painfully obvious that you’ve already changed your mind.

so you decide to muster up your courage and confront sunghoon about your more than justified worries.

“you dropped so many girls, many that weren’t even bad persons and were, for sure, willing to love you entirely. why exactly would i be different ?”

your best friend brings one of your hands to his lips, plants a chaste kiss on it, and then presses it against his chest, where his heart beats loudly for you.

“because what i feel for you is different.”

he got game, sunghoon got game. for a man who doesn’t do romance, he truly has a way with words.

your eyebrows furrow and your head starts to ache. it's so hard, so damn hard to think carefully. particularly after his heartfelt, raw declaration.

and above all, when sunghoon looks at you with those eyes: so deep, so full of hope, glowing so beautifully…. standing before you is a man who knows exactly how to use every of his features to convince someone.

sunghoon is clouding your judgement, as he has done so many times before.

so, can you really trust him ?

faced with your deafening silence and your obvious inner turmoil, sunghoon promises.

“may i end like my mum if i lied today”

you let out an exasperated sigh when you hear that, and can't help but snicker. there's really something wrong with his head. but still, by saying that, sunghoon is probably not lying. but the question now is, how can you know he won't change his mind later?

“you’re crazy.”

“yes, crazy for you.”

again this corny reply. you drop his left hand and give him a nudge in the stomach.

after biting back the little groan of pain, sunghoon laughs freely.

then you watch his gaze drifts away from your eyes to focus on your parched lips.

you feel heat creeping up your neck. this clever bastard really plans to win you over with his greatest asset.

“can i kiss you ? and if you don’t like it, i’ll leave you alone ?”

as expected.

you chuckle again. as if he’d leave you alone after tasting the forbidden fruit he has denied himself all this time.

you nod cautiously, but you're caught off guard because not even a second goes by before sunghoon grabs your nape to meet your lips, the motion causing his cap to fall to the floor.

oh. he was really hungry.

sunghoon's lips are soft and plump, pressing perfectly against yours; he tries to restrain himself, but through every touch, you can feel his despair, his longing. he's been dying to kiss you for way too long.

quickly, sunghoon grows greedier, claiming your mouth entirely, barely allowing you to breathe.

your knees grow faint and lose your balance. he pulls you closer, wrapping his arm smoothly around your waist. sunghoon bites your lower lip without mercy, and the moment you let out a little whimper of pain, he pushes his tongue into the heat of your mouth.

the kiss gets messy, saliva mixes sloppily almost obscenely. he bites your flesh, bites your tongue, again and again. sunghoon explores your mouth hungrily and you feel lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.

the rumors were right, he's really good at his stuff. fuck.

after what feels like forever, he finally releases your lips. you can already feel them swelling from how roughly he kissed you.

sunghoon really put those two years of craving into that first kiss.

“so, how was it?”

still trapped in his embrace, his sculpted nose brushing against yours, you try to regain your composure. embarrassedly, you wipe the excess drool from your lower lip with your thumb.

“i excepted a bit better from you bro”, you tease him, blatantly lying to his face because it’s obviously the best kiss you’ve ever had.

sunghoon arches his eyebrows, “bro?” pretending to be annoyed by the label, he uses it as an excuse to smack your lips. “who’s your bro?”

you don't answer and instead just cackle in cheekily. in retaliation, sunghoon playfully yanks your hair back and exposes your neck to his eager eyes.

from then on, he starts planting countless tingling kisses—behind your ear, on your collarbone, on your racing heartbeat, all the way down to the curve of your chest.

“am i still your bro?” sunghoon breathes against your skin before resuming his passionate endeavor and moving to the other side of your neck.

you can feel his tongue glide eagerly over the sensitive area, as your skin was as sweet as candy, making your toes curl.

when it’s wet enough, sunghoon finally sucks the little skin between his teeth, stifling a groan of pain mixed with desire in your throat.

“you’re not, but you could be my boyfriend tho.” you give it a shot, your voice a little shaky, probably setting yourself up since sunghoon never committed before.

yet, you unexpectedly feel his smile against your skin, “it means you’d be my girl, right?” stating the obvious, but you nod regardless.

“then yes, i’ll be your boyfriend y/n, i’ll be anything you want me to be if you can be mine.”

your eyes widen because did you just change and officialize your relationship with the park sunghoon? in that position? you seem to be the only one troubled by this detail, since your now boyfriend keeps doing whatever.

as if you were his canvas, he’s painting fiercely numerous love bites; all over your neck, all the way down to your chest, each hickey trailing down to your secret place. you have the mental of a saint not to close your legs and making him notice.

once your skin looks like a garden full of red buds, sunghoon inhales your sweet scent one last time and straightens up. your face is all flushed and you can tell from the possessive look in his eyes that he’s pleased by the new appearance of your skin, covered with marks, his marks. yet that glimmer of hunger hasn't gone away, not even remotely.

you swallow hard because you already know what's coming.

“park sunghoon, if you break my heart, you better run fast because i'll beat your fucking ass” you state in all seriousness.

in response, sunghoon grabs your ass boldly and presses you against his hardening length. “sounds good to me”, offering you his a cocky grin and his infamous bed eyes.

what even have you gotten yourself into?

you officially erase the line of your friendship, letting yourself get lost in the unknown of sunghoon’s promises, not knowing if his intentions are sincere or if, in the end, you’ll just be another woman on his playground.

feels like gambling with the devil, but the most beautiful devil of all.

sunghoon kisses you again, just as eagerly but more delicately, as if trying to entice you. you close your eyes, letting him take control, surrendering yourself to his sensuous invitation. his hands, still on your backside, slide underneath to guide you and wrap your legs around his waist, feeling his bulge right against your heat.

without ever letting go of your lips, sunghoon carries you to your bedroom, not even needing to watch where he’s going since he knows the way by heart.

you're back in your bed, which you left not that long ago, but now with sunghoon's weight pressing heavily against you.

the situation still doesn't seem real. what do you mean, you're kissing park sunghoon in your bed and you're about to… have sex?

if someone had told you that two years ago, you'd have laughed until your tummy hurt.

but your little train of thought is cut short when sunghoon starts rubbing his hardness against your sensitive heat, freeing your lips so he can listen to you whimper for him.

fuck. it's so embarrassing.

you close your mouth and bite your lips hard to muffle your desperate sounds. you look to the side with no real focus, only to avoid his piercing gaze. but sunghoon is having none of that and grabs your chin with his fingers to force you to look at him, pressing his thumb against your lower lip to hear how much you're getting off on him.

“i’d never have guessed you’d be the shy type in bed, y/n” his eyes are full of affection and desire, but his lips are twisted into a lewd, teasing smile.

you need to summon all the strength within your body to deliver the next insult as dignifiedly as possible. "bitch, fuck you".

but you can tell from his evil chuckle that you've just handed him your downfall. "don't worry babe, i'm about to."

putting his words into action, sunghoon props himself up and takes off his tank top, letting you admire the view. you’d already glimpsed sunghoon shirtless a few times; back then, on the very first day you met, while he was running away… and when he’d stayed over at your place and ended up taking a shower there. however, you weren’t remotely interested in your best friend, so you’d never paid much attention.

like, you know he's fine, but you haven't really checked him out more than that… until now. because wow. sunghoon is broad, the kind of broad that makes you yearn, with slightly defined pecs. now that he’s repositioning himself above you, with both arms on either side of your head, his biceps looks even more prominent. his abs are naturally sculpted, just the way you like it. then, your eyes linger on the vein that extends further down and.

great.

you were already quit damp down there, now even your mouth starts to water.

judging by his sly grin, he knows exactly the effect he has on you.

“you’ve studied me enough, your turn."

you feel robbed because you haven't even had a chance to touch him yet that sunghoon already has his hands under your shirt, expertly pulling it off to toss it off the bed.

before you even have a chance to blink, your chest is exposed to his hungry gaze. you’ve never been nervous around your exes, but sunghoon, god sunghoon, his intensity is too much to handle, you just want to hide.

as if he could read your mind, sunghoon quickly grabs both your wrists with one deft hand and pins them above your head, before you could do anything.

he takes on a somewhat nostalgic tone while his eyes are full of wicked desire, “i've been wanting to play with these two for so long.”

“l-long ?!” you really want to punch him, but that bastard’s strength makes it impossible to break free from his grip. and the more you struggle, the more you jiggle your boobs, much to his delight.

so all you can do is give him death glares.

sunghoon has always teased you relentlessly, bordering between playful and downright annoying, but now that you’re officially dating, he has free rein to be insufferable and a total hornball.

you're more laid-back when it comes to sex, preferring subtle teasing, while sunghoon is obviously a freak in the sheets, with a dirty mouth.

he notices the annoyance on your face, but it only makes him snicker. little do you know, sunghoon is silently making plans to turn you into a naughty, insatiable lover who will crave for every filthy thing he’ll do to you.

let’s say that where romance is your expertise, sex is his domain.

sunghoon wastes no more time and claims your pretty swollen lips once more, offering you yet another one of those deep kisses that steal your breath away and numb your mind.

his plump lips brush against your cheek, then travel down your neck, kissing and nibbling every part again, enough to make you forget why you were upset.

then, finally, sunghoon trails down to the curve of your chest and sinuously traces each line of one of your bosom with his tongue.

when he feels you squirm nervously beneath him, he gets ruthless with it, drawing in. the effect is immediate; you groan loudly. the more he torment your right breast, the more your back arches involuntary against him, giving him even better access.

his free hand begins to take care gently of the neglected perk, but his teeth suddenly inflict a bite on the right one. the contrast makes you cry out, whether from pain or pleasure, you don't even know.

sunghoon lingers on your chest for endless minutes, torturing both peaks until they become ultra sensitive and you can’t take it anymore.

it must be said that two years without sleeping with anyone have taken a toll on your stamina, whereas sunghoon has been diligently training his.

in this brief moment of respite he grants you, sunghoon looks at you mischievously with his head nestled between your breasts full of bites. “already tired?” he whispers, as his breath caresses painfully against your sore tits.

“get off me beast” you’re panting and already feel worn out, when he’s only just getting started.

knowing that your energy is already waning, he softly releases your wrists and pushes himself up until he’s above your shoulders.

face to face, sunghoon closes the last few centimeters between you, grazing your nose with his and planting a cute peck on your lips. he rests his forehead against yours and fixes you with his deep playful gaze that always seems to probe your soul.

“your beast” he emphasizes with a grin.

he's really into this whole possessive thing, isn't he?

pretty boy whose trauma shapes his need to belong.

lost in his beauty, sunghoon uses your daze to slide his hand down your stomach, exploring with his tender touch the parts of you he wasn’t allowed before; grabbing your hip greedily, before trailing it down to your clothed core. or to be more precise, your clothed wet core.

your breath catches in your throat.

unfortunately, your sleep shorts are loose and thin, doing little to hide the lace panties beneath them, especially when your two legs are somehow still wrapped around sunghoon.

“all that, when all i did was kiss you and play with your nipples?” you feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment again but still snap back at him.

“that’s funny you say that while you’ve been hard even before we reached the bedroom”, you scoff at him, raising an eyebrow.

“yeah, talk back to me.” he presses a loud kiss against your cheek and leans in close to your ear to murmur in a low suggestive voice, the smirk never leaving lips, “makes me even harder.”

fake-angry, you push sunghoon head away from yours, perhaps a bit too harshly. you see him sit up without looking at you and think he might feel miffed…

until he swiftly grabs your knees, hoists them onto his shoulder, eliciting a startled cry from you. his nimble fingers grab your shorts and panties altogether and take them off in one smooth, unhesitating motion. the kind of motion that is nothing but muscle memory for him.

you watch him dumbfounded toss your garments on the ground, then sunghoon shifts back his focus to you, or to be more specific, your nude silhouette.

under his voracious gaze, you feel so fucking awkward. you shiver slightly, still not fully comfortable with sleeping with your best friend turned boyfriend 2 min ago.

even more so when sunghoon asks you intimate shit: “have you been taking care of yourself all this whole time?” hinting your two-year lack of partners in the process.

you let out an irritated, nervous laugh, “and whose fault is that exactly?” but you answer truthfully anyway, clearing your throat a little in embarrassment. “mhh, yeah sometimes.”

sunghoon gives a low, playful laugh, then slowly traces his deft fingers along your skin. “that’s okay, i'm here now.” and you chuckle at his nonsense.

he gently places your two legs back on either side of his waist, but while doing so, exposes your naked core. instinctively, you squeeze your thighs together.

“y/n, it's really funny to see you shy like this right now.” as he catches the hollow of your knees and puts them back in place, “but i can tell you that, later, you'll spread your legs without me even asking", tapping your ankles in a way that implies “you're not allowed to move them from here again”.

you want to fire back a sharp retort to counter his cockiness, but sunghoon suddenly presses two of his fingers right along your slit, and you feel your breath catch in your chest.

that bastard loves to catch you off guard, huh? nothing will ever change with him, except, apparently, the nature of your relationship.

he begins a torturously slow massage across the sensitive flesh, unhurriedly gliding up and down, tracing the soft entrance of you, without ever going in.

to your embarrassment, you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter too quickly, increasingly unable to control the moans escaping between your clenched teeth.

he repeats the motion all over and it feels so good that you let yourself go for a few seconds, closing your lids in bliss.

but as if sunghoon didn't want to give you a moment's respite, he suddenly moves back up toward your pearl and rubs it roughly in circle with his thumb, causing you to open your eyes wide and let out a sharp cry.

instantly, your gazes meet, and you can read a mischievous amusement in his pupils: sunghoon isn't satisfied with just hearing you scream for him, because of him, he wants to see you fully give in him.

obviously, that bruised ego of his needs to be appeased.

you want to push his hand away, but the way he's tormenting your tender lips so deliciously… pleasure takes over and you let him have his way, frowning in annoyance, trying to stifle your moans not to let him win too easily.

so when he abruptly halts, you let out a frustrated groan, your gaze filled with confusion.

then, you see sunghoon bring his fingers, drenched in your essence, to his lips. you stop him right away, grabbing his wrist. you don't really know why you want to stop him; maybe you're embarrassed, maybe you hate the way he does whatever he wants with you without any awkwardness.

but you see him smiling at your resistance, and your grip is no match for his. he still forces his fingers up to his mouth and tastes you with a completely feral look in his eyes.

you quickly let go of his wrist, as if his skin had become scorching hot. you frown at the sounds he makes with his mouth, as if he were savoring a delicacy. "i really love your taste y/n". sunghoon whispers your name teasingly, and you feel the blood rush to your cheeks, all the way up to your ears.

"do you really need to do all that?" you play hard to please, even though deep down it turns you crazily on that such a fine sexy man behaves like that with you.

you watch him swiftly remove his pants and underwear and take another look at his apollo-like figure; even his thighs are alluring and worth leaving bite marks.

as you are now both bare, you instantly feel more at ease, closer to sunghoon. but you still look away shyly so you don’t catch a direct glimpse of his hard length; you suppress a laugh because you still don’t realize how insane this, what you’re doing with the one man you least wanted to date in your life.

sunghoon lies back down on top of you, his knees on either side of your hips and his arms stretched out above your head. as he lovingly brushes aside the few strands of hair falling across your flushed face, you find yourself marveling at his chiseled jawline and adam’s apple; you wonder what it would feel like to run your tongue all over.

but you're snapped out of your reverie when you hear him reply: "no need to be jealous y/n, i'll let you taste me next time."

to back up what he's saying, sunghoon’s fingers encircle your neck and tightens his grip, just enough to steal a breath. he runs his thumb over your throat and continues in a whisper, "can't wait to feel myself here". and you're left speechless, with nothing to counter this time. his eyes burn into your soul, and you let him consume you.

noticing the newfound dominance he has over you, sunghoon captures your mouth in a kiss—or rather, he feeds on your lips. your boyfriend murmurs, his hot mouth over yours, “today i'll ruin you with my fingers y/n. next time, you’ll suck my dick and i’ll show you how good i am with my mouth. what do you think? do you like that?”

you’re torn between wanting to shut him up and complying like a good girl.

however, the mood just feels so right, so hot, you just don’t want to ruin it; so the latter option… wins out.

as if enticed, you nod obediently at sunghoon and take the initiative to kiss him for the first time.

your covetous hands finally wander down to his built chest, and you feel him smile in satisfaction against your lips. as you play freely with his tongue, nibble on the flesh of his plump lips with your teeth, you’re distracted and don’t catch him slyly sliding his hand down between your thighs.

so when he sinks his index finger into your core without warning, you moan in surprise into his mouth. sunghoon sucks in the sound, feasting on it. “so tight babe, going to stretch you for me.”

you can't even dwell on the filthy comment because your mind is too overwhelmed by his sudden finger inside you, pumping in and out relentlessly. he bites your lower lip so hard that you can't even hold back the cry that escapes you when sunghoon already pushes in a second finger and scissors you.

alright, he really doesn't wanna chill in bed.

your heart is pounding, your breath is uneven, you keep whining. when he presses his thumb against your bud again, your head falls back onto the pillow. sunghoon takes the opportunity to plant new kisses and adds bites to your exposed neck, still so eager.

when he effortlessly finds the spongy texture in your heat, sunghoon curles his fingers against it, making you see stars and scream. "f-fuck."

his torture goes on, and you feel the tightness in your stomach slowly start to warm.

no way, no way park sunghoon is about to make you… come. you can’t believe it and it gets worse as you feel your core widening for him; this treacherous body.

obviously, he immediately slides in a third finger, working you open. air gets stuck in your lungs as you feel the stretch, exquisitely painful.

with three fingers inside you and his thumb working your bud in a merciless rhythm, you know you won’t last much longer, and sunghoon can tell by the way you’re trembling beneath him. “give it to me, y/n,” no need to say more asshole, your walls clench around his fingers. a few moment later. the invisible rope shatters, making you cry out.

he accompanies you throughout your climax, moving his fingers back and forth deeply, in a slower pace.

once you snap out of your daze, you realize just how sensitive your center is now and grabs his wrist weakly to motion for him to take his fingers out.

sunghoon listens to you reluctantly, withdrawing his digets from your sticky warmth and in the moment you feel relieved.

but shortly after you feel empty down there, and you want…more, you want more.

as if he could read your mind, your growing hunger, your boyfriend grabs your hand and places it intimately on the heavy fullness of him, holding it with you. you feel sunghoon’s width, the veins, just how hard he is for you.

as your fingers travel curiously his entire shaft, you know that with that shape, he’ll reach places that will make you… well.

“do you want it, my beautiful girl?” the nickname takes you aback for a moment. however, the shivers on your skin quickly reveal that you don't really dislike… any of it. wether the soft endearment, or the filthy question hanging between you.

as your gaze, heavy with desire, find each other once more, you get lost in his depth and surrender to its pull. you barely recognize yourself when you see your own head instinctively nodding.

but nothing is ever simple with a player like sunghoon. this time, he wants to hear you say it out loud, so he lets go of your hand and taps your cheek, “say it”, sunghoon commands.

even though your thumb is already tracing… the bead of moisture at his tip, slowly spreading his fluid all over his length right now, your lingering dignity stands in the way, preventing you from speaking.

sunghoon decides to shatter it to dust by teasing your entrance again with his fingers, cruelly stroking it in circles without ever sinking them. “say it,” he repeats, his smiling face replaced by a feral look.

your walls keep clenching around emptiness, leaving you craving for sunghoon. you unintentionally squeeze his hardness between your fingers, drawing a low curse from his lips and making him even more eager to sink into you.

after what feels like an eternity of torture, leaving you feverish and drenched, already sensing the slow build of another climax taking shape, you stop resisting and give in to your desires, “yes, i want you, park sunghoon, i want you so bad,” you blurt out breathless, your cheeks burning with shame.

that line totally takes away the edge from his features, softening him up.

seeing the genuine delight on his face, you realize that he’s been wanting to hear you say this, for long two years. for too many months, too many days, sunghoon has been wishing that you'd want him as much as he wants you.

a fond smile blooms across your face.

“i love you, y/n.”

you hold your breath as his confession falls between you; his eyes are intensely fixed on yours. the silence surrounding you is heavy, broken only by the sound of your frantic heartbeat, which feels as though it might burst from your chest.

you really want to believe his words, for heaven’s sake. so you kiss him again, pouring your hopes in that touch, and he kisses you back with the same longing.

this kiss is different from the others, softer; unspoken feelings—yours, linger within it as you savor each other’s taste.

feeling your heart racing for him, he starts rubbing his hard heat between your folds again, soaking it with your arousal. you whimper into his mouth and sunghoon gets excited all over again like a puppy, spreading your legs even wider. making your stiff, unused joints ache a little.

he skillfully guides his tip towards your center and the sensation drives you insane.

and finally, the moment he’d been waiting for.

sunghoon starts pushing in, the strech is immediate. your cry is drawn in by his lips while he growls in yours, savoring the clench.

you don’t remember being this tight, it’s just that this asshole is manifestly… too hung.

inch by inch, you feel your warmth swallow him, and the deeper he buries, the more you struggle to catch air.

your core gets progressively wetter, adjusting to his size. sunghoon releases your lips, unable to hold back his groans of pleasure. he watches his length disappear into your body with a proud, possessive smile, while you keep swearing under your breath from the intrusive sensation.

after a moment, he finally buries deep inside you and you let your head fall back onto the pillow.

it’s too much, way too much.

you didn’t expect sunghoon to fill you up so much. every vein, every twich of his girth is felt between your walls.

you feel stuffed, you feel owned.

after letting your depths softened a bit and grew accustomed to him, sunghoon pulls out almost entirely… just to thrust back roughly, bottoming out. you cry so damn loud, while he lets out a primal growl.

“sunghoon, i can’t,” you say, desperately fighting for breath.

he grabs your chin with his fingers and forces you to look at him. “you can, y/n, you can” he kisses you fiercely and starts pounding you, setting a ruthless tempo, making your chest bounce with every thrust.

with his other hand, your boyfriend lifts your hips to position you at his preferred angle and sinks even deeper, reaching your sweet spot with a masterstroke. your scream rips from your chest.

“you will take everything i give you". sunghoon's thrusts get erratic, having the time of his life, reveling in it.

tears well in your eyes as you can’t handle the overwhelming pleasure blooming deep within, only able to reply, "fuck you", between choked sobs, as the sound of smacking flesh fills the room. he laughs devilishly, "i fucking am, love", wiping away the tear at the corner of your eye and tasting it from his thumb.

in retaliation, you grab cling to his back and let your fingernails dig into his skin, making him wince. if sunghoon leaves his marks on you, there’s no reason you shouldn’t leave yours on him.

however, it doesn’t deter him, quite the opposite. and sunghoon numbs your mind with another powerful stroke, feeling him in your throat.

you have no idea how much time has passed; you only know that sunghoon is fucking you like a dog in heat and that your third climax is slowly mounting.

sunghoon gave you no time to savour the second climax, never stopping the possessive rolls, wanting to make you come again and again until you become boneless beneath him.

and you can already feel it in your stomach, this orgasm is going to be ruthless, going to tear you apart completely.

you won’t be able to walk tomorrow and only one person will be responsible for that.

a drop of sweat falls on you, sunghoon; your boyfriend is all sweaty as he has yet to come, denying himself to keep his entire focus on you, on wrecking you.

he eventually reaches his limits, his balls hurting and his thrusts losing in precision: he’s close.

but that’s when it hits you: sunghoon didn’t use protection.

creampie, that’s what this asshole wants, isn’t he ?

“wait, wait, don’t come inside… i’m not on the pill.” sunghoon’s eyes widen, his steamy dream getting shattered. reluctantly and without ever slowing down his rhythm, he asks you, “where do you want it then?” you stare at him in surprise; you have no fucking idea, you can’t think straight because… because of him, omg.

your used walls contract around his length, making sunghoon grunts, “fuck y/n don’t squeeze me like that or i won’t be able to control myself in time”.

but as soon as he utters those words, your boyfriend successfully brushes against your spongy spot and you tighten around him “y/n ” he dares to raise his voice.

you snap back, “you fucking idiot, maybe stop thrusting into me and let me think” but sunghoon shakes his head: “can’t,” and proves it with another deep stroke that hits your cervix, making you arch your back and almost roll your eyes, “asshole,” your voice cracks, as you can no longer hold back.

you melt into a painful ecstasy, body quivering as your orgasm ravages every nerve ending; you had to let go of his back to grip the sheets tightly instead, your joints aching.

“tell me where, y/n,” sunghoon asks again as your walls spasm around his length and his hips stutter. but you're basking in the afterglow and you neither want to nor can think about it, so you simply mumble: “if i get pregnant i’ll kill you park sunghoon,” that bastard chuckles breathlessly and capture your lips in a kiss, “my lovely girl.”

sunghoon gives one last overwhelming thrust, that draws a broken sound from you and then, and paints you with his seed. he growls while shooting so much cum and you already start praying in your head that a damn baby isn’t already on the way.

sunghoon collapses heavily on top of you, resting his head on your chest. he doesn’t care that he’s crushing you with weight, because it feels so good lying there, right where he belongs; on your breasts covered in his marks, his hot fluid inside you, listening to the racing of your heart. racing for him.

you're limp and winded on your wet sheet, body shaking with tremors, feeling his release mingle intimately with your essence.

it’s obvious that sunghoon doesn’t want to withdraw from your core, finding solace in it. but after a quiet moment, he still ends up pulling out, and you feel all his seed running out of you, making you wince in discomfort.

with what little energy remains, sunghoon finally lifts himself off you, sounding like a tired grandpa and rolls over next to you in the bed. then, he wraps his big arms around you, needing to hold you close, engulfing you with his entire frame. he grabs the sheets and covers your two naked, sweaty bodies.

you think sunghoon is acting affectionate, ready to cuddle and rest with you, and you like every minute of it.

until you feel him shift your position so your ass is against his shaft. you’re completely unwary and drained, so you don't react in time.

sunghoon swiftly grabs both your butt cheeks and spreads them apart, sinking his half-hard length deep inside you once more and sending his cum up along your sensitive walls.

you groan in discomfort and want to escape his overwhelming embrace, but he holds you even tighter between his arms. “didn't you say you love my hug?,” your boyfriend says, twisting words you said long ago.

he plants a smoosh on your temple, another on your cheek, then one last one on your shoulder. “bitch, let me go,” but sunghoon is already pretending to sleep, resting his head in the curve of your neck, while molding your inside to his shape. you try to pull away again, but his biceps lock you in too tightly.

after several seconds of pointless struggle you give up, feeling him smile against your skin. you drift off to sleep in the most uncomfortable position ever, but still feeling warm inside; sunghoon having claimed not only of your heart, but also every part of you.

fuck.

few weeks later.

it’s hard to believe, but the person who took you to a restaurant for valentine’s day this year… is sunghoon, none other than the campus heartthrob, park sunghoon.

and unexpectedly, your ex best friend turned boyfriend gives you everything you’ve been searching for.

your days are filled with laughter and tokens of affection, your nights are filled with whispers and possessive embraces. there is an unique spark in your eyes, one that reveals a deep complicity, born from your years of friendship, and that only the two of you can understand (and maybe jay, just a little).

but that's exactly why, even though your soul is overflowing with love for park sunghoon, you have a knot in your stomach.

the more you fall for him and his antics, the more anxious you become.

what if he ultimately breaks your heart, just like he did with all the girls before you?

who exactly would come to mend your heart when you were the one wiping away his girls' tears?

despite the happiness your relationship brings you, you don’t fully trust him yet. as a way of protecting yourself, you lower your expectations and somehow prepare yourself to be disappointed.

you tell yourself that this way, if he does end up crushing you, you'll be able to forgive him someday and be friends with him again.

so, unconsciously, you wait for the day when you’ll wake up to a cold bed, empty of his presence.

but every morning, you wake up to sheets still warm from him, because he has gotten up to make you breakfast (and, through daily practice, has actually learned how to make eggs).

and every sunday, park sunghoon leaves a fresh rose on your pillow because he knows how much romance means to you.

few months later.

surprisingly, sunghoon managed to pass his year; barely, but he made it. he's still his usual self (slacker and uninterested), but you forced him to study with you or else you wouldn't have sex with him: an effective academic approach.

sunghoon quit his job at that shady bar the day he was cast by a modeling agency (about time his unreal looks get noticed), and now he’s the one paying for your dates; he’s so proud of it and it makes you chuckle every time.

what’s less funny though, is that you’re still providing for half his lifestyle, especially his whimsical cravings for designer clothes. that bastard thinks you haven’t noticed him steal your card.

a sugar boy one day, a sugar boy forever.

he also decided to cut ties with his mom and moved in with you. it's fair to say sunghoon didn't really give you a choice, since jay apparently never opened the door (and rightfully). luckily for him, you're in love and you won’t let him stay in a that hellhole a second longer.

your couch has returned to its normal shape now that your boyfriend only wants to sleep in your bed. although you did force him back onto the sofa, the few times he wouldn’t stop rubbing against your butt and playing with your bossoms the night before exams.

three years later.

you’re both college graduates—sunghoon succeeded thanks to you, of course. you started working at a big firm with an impressive salary.

sunghoon continued modeling and makes a good living. however, he keeps a low p rofile because he doesn’t want to be chased by women.

who would’ve thought the campus heartthrob would age like this?

in fact, his new goal is to save up enough so you two can start a business together. sunghoon finds that you spend too much time at the office and misses you greatly; that’s partly the reason, because you can tell he hates seeing so many men among your coworkers

and yes, park sunghoon is still your boyfriend—much to everyone’s surprise at the annual alumni meeting: jay’s, jungwon’s, wonyoung’s (oops), and jake’s.

jake still gets on sunghoon’s nerves by the way. you’ve stayed close friends, and he lets you hang out with him. and you wouldn’t fucking care even if sunghoon didn’t want to anyway, he can just sulk in his little corner.

though let is a pretty big word when, after every outing with jake, sunghoon ties you up and makes you pay in bed. the stings of his jealousy covers your skin with love bites, so everyone knows you’re his, and makes you climax over and over until your body is too sore to get out of sheets the next day.

to this day, you’re still not 100% convinced that you were right to give him a chance that day, to put your trust in him; the silver ring you found beneath the bed carrying the weight of both a promise and a threat.

because… can old habits really disappear completely?

but the more time passes, the more certain you become that you’re willing spend the rest of your life intertwined to the irredeemable park sunghoon.

for better or for worse.

the end.

NOTES so i started writing this fic 7 months ago, took me approximately 6 months to write 6k words and 7 days to write 18k…. so if you feel like some parts of this are good and some awful well, that’s normal, my state of mind went through a lot during all this time ajdjdj. the hidden truth was supposed to be a quick oneshot, something set in a normal college setting to change my mind from my main fic, but at some point i really thought i wouldn’t see the end of it. bad boy fics never get old so i wanted to write mine, but i have no idea how it became a friends to lovers dynamic (since im not really found of the genre lol). i didn’t know if i should continue writing it since i had initially visioned a real red flag sunghoon and a relationship way more angsty, but it came off a lot more soft than intended (to my standards at least). however i had written way too much to give up. it was supposed to be an open ending as well but you can guess the happy ending with the last sentence. it was my first time (feeling shy) writing smut and it took me whole 4 days omg. i still tried to write it in my own style while including stuffs that readers usually enjoy… idk if it blended well, but i tried my best. anyway, english isn’t my first language so a lot of phrasing will be straight pee and poop i’m so sorry, i tried to check for typos but well such a long fic… hard to notice everything. i hope you enjoyed reading it, i put my whole hoonp heart in it. ❤︎❤︎❤︎

you prided yourself on being a competent, independent woman who could handle anything on her own. 

today was no different. you had woken up early, determined to prove to yourself that you didn't need anyone's help. 

you made your own coffee, using the exact measurement of beans for your pour-over setup. you answered all your work emails, organized your finances, and even fixed a wobbly chair leg in your living room without a single youtube tutorial. 

you were on a mission. a mission of self sufficiency.

when you walked into heeseung's apartment that afternoon, you were practically buzzing with accomplishment. 

you didn't wait for him to greet you. you just kicked off your shoes and went straight to the kitchen, opening his fridge with a critical eye.

heeseung found you there a few minutes later, a lazy smirk on his face as he watched you rearrange his spice rack.

"you're in a mood today," he observed, walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"i'm just being productive," you replied, leaning back into his hold for a moment before pulling away to grab a cloth and wipe down his counter. "your place was a mess."

heeseung chuckled, a low, dark sound that made your stomach flip. "my place is fine. you're just restless." he spun you around to face him, his hands landing on your hips. 

"so independent. so capable. so stubborn." he reached up and cupped your face, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. "you really don't need anything from me, do you?"

"i don't need anything," you repeated, trying to sound firm, but your voice came out a little breathless.

heeseung's smirk widened. "we'll see about that." 

he leaned in and kissed you, but it wasn't a gentle peck. it was demanding. his tongue swept into your mouth, claiming it as his own. 

his hands moved to your hips, pulling you flush against him. you felt yourself melting into him, your knees weakening. 

you hated that he could do this to you. you hated that you could feel your independence crumbling under his touch. 

he pulled back, leaving you breathless and dazed. "i'm going to show you how useless you are," he whispered, a promise.

you nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. 

he took your hand and led you to the bedroom, his grip firm. you let him lead you, your brain fogging up as he pushed you gently onto the bed. 

you watched him undress, your heart hammering against your ribs. he kicked off his clothes, standing over you in all his glory. you couldn't look away. 

you felt small, vulnerable, completely at his mercy.

"look at me," he commanded. you obeyed, lifting your eyes to meet his.

"you're so pretty," he said, his voice thick with desire. he crawled onto the bed and hovered over you, his hands pinning your wrists above your head. "but you're thinking too much. i can see it in your eyes."

"i'm not thinking," you lied, your voice barely a whisper.

"yes, you are. you're thinking about how to be independent. about how to be in control." heeseung leaned down and captured your mouth in a searing kiss, silencing your protests. 

his tongue moved against yours, demanding submission. his hands moved down your sides, squeezing your breasts roughly. you moaned into his mouth, your back arching off the bed. 

you tried to wriggle free, to reclaim some control, but he held you fast.

"stay still," he growled against your lips.

you stilled, panting.

"good girl," he praised. he kissed his way down your neck, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin. 

he moved to your collarbone, his teeth grazing the bone. you gasped, your head falling back against the pillows. you felt a coil of heat unfurling deep in your belly. 

you tried to focus on your breathing, but it was impossible. his touch was everywhere. he was everywhere.

he moved down your body, his lips leaving a trail of fire in his wake. 

he kissed your stomach, his tongue tracing the curve of your hip bone. he reached the waistband of your pants, and his fingers hooked into the fabric. 

he pulled them down slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. you lifted your hips to help him, feeling exposed and incredibly vulnerable. he slid the pants down your legs and tossed them aside, leaving you in just your underwear.

heeseung paused for a moment, admiring the view. "you're so wet," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. 

"look at you. you're already ruined." he slid your panties to the side, his fingers dipping into your wetness. you gasped, your back bowing off the bed.

"yes," you whimpered, your mind already starting to blur.

he inserted a finger, curling it just right to hit that spot inside you that made your vision white out. 

you screamed, your back arching off the bed. your thoughts scattered like dust in the wind. you couldn't form a coherent sentence, all you could think about was the feeling of his finger inside you, stretching you open, filling you. 

he continued to finger you, adding a second finger, then a third. 

he stretched you open, scissoring his fingers to make you ready for him. you were panting, your eyes rolling back. 

you were a mess of moans and whimpers, completely at his mercy. you were becoming a puddle of mush, completely dependent on his hands. 

you tried to grip the sheets, to ground yourself, but your hands just clenched and unclenched uselessly.

he pulled his fingers out, and you whined, disappointed. "no, please," you begged, your voice cracking. "don't stop."

heeseung laughed, a dark, low sound. "shh, baby. i'm not done with you yet. i'm going to make you forget your own name." he moved up the bed, positioning himself between your legs. 

he grabbed your knees and spread them wide, exposing you completely to him. he looked at you with hungry eyes, drinking in the sight of your flushed skin and your heaving chest.

"you're so beautiful," he whispered. he leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. 

you moaned loudly, your back arching off the bed. he moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, and you whined, a high-pitched sound of desperation. 

he was driving you wild, making your brain turn to mush. you couldn't think, couldn't process anything other than the pleasure. 

he pulled back, his hands moving to his own cock. he stroked himself a few times, and you watched, mesmerized. 

you wanted to taste him. you wanted to please him. you wanted to be good for him.

"open your mouth," he commanded.

you parted your lips obediently, sticking your tongue out. heeseung guided his cock into your mouth, filling you instantly. 

you gagged slightly as he hit the back of your throat. he held your head steady with both hands, fucking your face with rough strokes. he went faster and deeper, making you choke and drool all over his lap. 

the sensation was overwhelming. you felt your eyes water, but you didn't care. you just wanted to make him happy. you wanted to be useful. you wanted to show him that you could be a good girl for him. 

you hummed around him, making him groan in pleasure. the vibrations sent shockwaves through his cock, and he gasped, his grip tightening on your hair. 

you loved the taste of him, loved being used like this. you were completely forgetting about your independence, all that mattered was pleasing him. you sucked him deeper, swallowing around him, making him moan.

he pulled out of your mouth with a pop, leaving you gasping for air. "you look so pretty with your mouth all used," he said, wiping the spit from your chin. "you're doing so well."

"thank you," you mumbled, your voice thick with desire.

"get on your back," he ordered.

you scrambled to obey, lying down on the bed. heeseung climbed on top of you, positioning himself at your entrance. he rubbed his cock against your folds, teasing you. "please, heeseung," you begged, arching your hips up.

"be a good girl and wait."

he teased you for what felt like an eternity, driving you insane. he rubbed his tip against your entrance, then pulled back, just out of reach. you whined, frustrated. "please," you pleaded. "i need you."

finally, he couldn't take it anymore. he slammed into you in one smooth motion. you cried out, your back arching off the bed. he filled you completely, stretching you to the limit. 

he stayed there for a moment, letting you adjust, and then he started to move. he was rough from the start, pounding into you with a force that left you breathless. 

you couldn't keep up, couldn't do anything but take it. he was driving you wild, making your brain turn to absolute mush.

"yes! yes! yes!" you chanted, your voice lost in the haze of pleasure. you were nothing but a moaning, writhing body, completely under his control. 

heeseung leaned down to kiss you, his tongue deep in your mouth, tasting your desperation. he pulled back, looking down at you with dark eyes.

"you're so beautiful when you're used up," he said, his voice low and raspy. "so dumb and pretty." 

he picked up the pace, going harder and faster, his hips snapping against yours with a wet, rhythmic sound that echoed in the room. 

each thrust drove the air from your lungs, making your tits bounce with the force of it. you were completely lost, your mind a blank slate wiped clean by the overwhelming pleasure. 

all your independence, all your stubborn competence from this morning, felt like a distant memory from someone else's life. right now, you were just a body, a toy for him to use, and the thought made you clench around him, a fresh wave of wetness coating his cock.

"feel that?" he grunted, his voice strained with exertion. "your pussy's sucking me in. knows who owns it." 

he shifted his angle slightly, and the new position had the head of his cock crashing directly into your g-spot. 

your eyes rolled back in your head, a silent scream tearing from your throat as your entire body seized up. your toes curled, your back arched into a painful bow, and your hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging deep into his skin, leaving angry red crescents in their wake. 

you were cumming, hard and fast, with no warning, no build-up, just a sudden, explosive release that left you shaking and sobbing.

"that's it, baby. give it to me," heeseung praised, his movements never faltering. 

he fucked you through your orgasm, drawing it out until you were a whimpering, oversensitive mess. 

"such a good girl, cumming all over my cock like that. you look so pretty when you're falling apart."

he slowed down for a moment, letting you catch your breath, but the reprieve was short-lived. he pulled out of you completely, and you whined at the sudden emptiness, a desperate, pathetic sound.

"turn over," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "ass up, face down. let me see that pretty little pussy."

you scrambled to obey, your limbs feeling like jelly. you flopped onto your stomach and pushed yourself up onto your hands and knees, presenting yourself to him. 

you felt a blush creep up your neck, burning hot on your cheeks at the sheer vulnerability of the position, but you didn't dare move. you heard him hum in approval, then felt the sharp, stinging slap of his hand against your ass.

"fuck, look at you," he breathed, his hands gripping your cheeks and spreading them wide. "so fucking perfect." 

he leaned down and bit the fleshy part of your ass, hard enough to make you yelp. he soothed the sting with his tongue, licking a long, wet stripe over the mark before moving to your dripping entrance. 

he lapped at your folds, tasting your arousal, his tongue delving inside you. you cried out, burying your face in the pillows to muffle your sounds as he ate you out from behind. 

he was merciless, his tongue fucking you, his nose bumping against your clit, pushing you closer and closer to another edge.

just as you felt the coil tightening in your belly again, he pulled away. you almost cried in frustration. "heeseung, please," you begged, your voice muffled by the pillow.

"please what, baby?" he taunted, his voice a low rumble. "tell me what you want."

"you," you sobbed, pushing your hips back, trying to find him again. "i want you. please, fuck me."

he chuckled, a dark, arrogant sound that made you shiver. "since you asked so nicely." 

he lined himself up with your entrance and slammed back into you, the new angle allowing him to go even deeper. you screamed into the pillow as he set a brutal pace, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. 

the room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, your muffled cries, and his grunted praises.

"take it," he growled, his rhythm becoming erratic. "take all of it. this is what you needed, isn't it? to be fucked stupid? to be reminded who's in charge?"

you could only nod, your head too fuzzy to form words. you were so close again, the tension building higher and higher, a delicious, painful pressure that you craved and feared all at once. 

heeseung must have felt it too, because he reached around and started rubbing your clit in tight, fast circles. that was all it took.

you came again, this time even harder than before. your vision went black, and your body convulsed, your orgasm ripping through you with the force of a tidal wave. 

you collapsed onto the bed, boneless and trembling, but heeseung wasn't done with you. he flipped you over onto your back, your legs feeling like they were made of lead. 

he spread them wide and thrust back into you, his movements shallow and fast as he chased his own release.

"open your eyes," he ordered, his voice rough. "look at me when i cum inside you."

it took all the energy you had left, but you forced your heavy eyelids open. you looked up at him, at the sweat beading on his forehead and the intense, possessive look in his eyes. with a final, guttural groan, he buried himself deep inside you and stilled, his cock pulsing as he filled you with his cum. 

the feeling of him, hot and thick, spilling inside you was the last push you needed. you cried out as one last, smaller orgasm washed over you, a gentle wave after the storm.

he collapsed on top of you, his weight a comforting pressure that anchored you to the earth. 

you lay there for a long time, just breathing, your bodies tangled together. your mind was still blissfully blank, a quiet, peaceful void where thoughts of work and chores and independence couldn't reach you. 

all you could feel was the lingering ache between your legs and the steady beat of his heart against your chest.

eventually, heeseung stirred, pushing himself up onto his elbows. 

he looked down at you, a soft, gentle smile replacing the harsh, dominant look from before. he brushed a stray strand of hair away from your sweaty forehead. "you with me, baby?" he asked, his voice quiet.

you hummed in response, too tired to speak.

"good," he said, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. "stay here. don't move." he climbed off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom, returning a moment later with a warm, wet washcloth. 

he gently cleaned you up, his touch impossibly tender after the rough way he'd just handled you. he tossed the cloth aside and then pulled the covers over both of you, gathering you into his arms and tucking your head under his chin.

"you did so good," he murmured into your hair, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. "so good for me. let me take care of you."

you snuggled closer, inhaling his scent and letting the warmth of his body seep into yours. 

you felt safe, protected, and completely cared for. the independent woman from this morning felt like a stranger, a silly girl who didn't know what she really wanted. this, right here, being held and cherished after being thoroughly used and broken down, this was what you needed. 

this was what you craved.

"sleep now," heeseung whispered, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "i've got you."

and with his arms around you and the weight of his possession settling over you like a warm blanket, you finally let go completely, drifting off into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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“hee, you’re giving them more evidence!” you’ll whine, tired of your managers nagging to control the situation. heeseung just smirks, fully aware of what he’s doing.

“we look good together, i can’t help it!”

PARK JONGSEONG is fascinated by how every single action he takes is pulled apart and analysed by the fans. but he’s also protective, not wanting your relationship to be overly publicised.

he won’t ever deny your relationship, but he doesn’t want to fuel any rumours either, understanding how they could affect your careers. most importantly, he doesn’t want you to lose your privacy.

he’ll still be playful though. “babe, come look at this! someone just clocked that you wore my hoodie in your last weverse live!”

jay becomes controlling — but not in a suffocating way. he’s more careful, worried about the public view. not their view about himself though, only about you. after all, you are his world.

SIM JAEYUN loves it a little too much. the poor boy is so divided — everyone thinks he’s dating the most talented, beautiful person he knows! he likes that people can notice that you two are so well suited for one another.

the problem is the fact he can’t hide it. not at all.

his tail practically wags every time your mentioned. a bright smile is plastered on his face, only to be reprimanded by his manager right after. ”jake, we’ve talked about this.”

“i just really like her!” he’ll whine. “they think i can pull that. im so happy!” and that’s the exact problem.

what they don’t realise is that you are just as excited about the rumours as he is. both of you send eachother fan edits daily!

PARK SUNGHOON is so incredibly stressed. not because he doesn’t like you — he so obviously is madly in love.

he’s conscious about his public image. every interaction becomes a carefully calculated move, to him appearing as a way to prevent rumours from being fuelled, but to everyone else, two painfully shy love birds.

purposefully ignoring you as he walks past, only to be caught staring at you from a distance seconds later. takes your keychain off his travel bag, moments later photographed with it clutched tightly in his hands.

he looks suspicious as ever, worried that his awkward behaviour might come in between you and him. he doesn’t realise that he himself is giving the shippers more fuel!

“you realise you’re making it worse, right?” you’ll tease.

sunghoon just stares. he knows. and maybe, it’s not such a big deal.

YANG JUNGWON immediately understands that the situation is serious. he’s not embarrassed, nor is he ashamed. he’s realistic, and doesn’t want the rumours to cause any stress.

he’s constantly checking up on you. “are you okay with these? do you want me to shut them down? or i could tell everyone the truth— if thats okay with you?” he would do anything to make sure you feel comfortable, no matter what the situation is.

and when you constantly reassure him it doesn’t bother you, and that people were bound to find out soon enough anyway, he relaxes. he begins to listen to fan theories about the two of you and laugh at how wrong they are.

“look, baby, they think we met earlier this year at the award show. they don’t know that we’ve been seeing each other since trainee days!”

KIM SUNOO LOVES the edits. they’re cute and capture the best aspects of his life — his love for you. he saves all of them to his camera roll, laughing at the ones that tease him for being ‘whipped’.

he loves the gossip — even if it involves his own life. it doesn’t matter to sunoo, because at the end of the day on him and you truly know the truth.

whenever your name is brought up, he will smile professionally, it’s his job to perform, obviously. but that doesn’t mean he won’t ask for your name to be brought up, already thinking up of the edits the fans would make.

“sunoo. did you seriously ask the reporter if shes a fan of me?”

“she was! and look at this edit this fan made of the interaction—“

but both of you know that your love lies past these edits. it’s true, and that all that matters.

NISHIMURA RIKI will actively make the rumours worse. he likes to see you blush and stammer when confronted about the situation, pr training faltering for a moment.

he’ll buy you even more matching accessories, making sure you wear them at any event you both attend. when the camera pans to him during your groups performance, he’ll watch with a smug grin and nod along to the music.

niki would even begin to become a bit more careless about covering the tattoo of your kiss mark he had on his hip, taking the scolding from his manager in reward for the fan base going crazy and analysing your lip shape to match it to the tattoo.

everyone tells him to stop. he doesn’t. because it’s way funnier to see everyone guess and get things wrong.

Chapter 1. The café. 

The sound of keyboard clicking always clicked your brain in the right way, especially when you were collectively using your brain and will to finish and submit the assignment—which was due in, oh well, thirty minutes. 

It should’ve been perfect, you thrived working under pressure, you were researching on your favourite topic and were sitting in the comfort of your favourite cafe. It should’ve been the ideal environment for you to work on and yet, that just wasn’t the case. 

You were so close to completing it, finally working your brain to form the best possible conclusion for the assignment, but that was the exact second your train of thought broke, courtesy of the most obnoxiously loud laugh you’d ever had the pleasure of hearing. 

“Can’t you shut up for a fucking second?” Your voice boomed through your friend group, reaching the person who was sitting right beside you, “just because you have nothing to do doesn’t mean that others are free of work too,” you ranted, frustration clear on your face. 

Your words were clear, however, the guy only smiled in amusement, causing your other friends to sigh. 

You took that second to cuss out just how effortlessly devious he looked with his ruffled black hair, his specs perched upon his perfectly upturned nose only hid his dark eyes as he stared at you, his lips a light shade of red from how much he bit it while trying to suppress his laugh, and a smirk always plastered on his annoying little face. 

“Can’t you guys stop fighting and fuck it out or something? The sexual tension is so insanely thick, I might have to use a knife to cut it down,” Sunoo huffed out, staring at your way disapprovingly. 

“It’s too obvious if I’m being honest, Heeseung can’t stop talking about Y/n even when she’s not around,” Jay went on, giving his input, your eyebrow cocking up his way. 

“Wait! Do you remember the Beomgyu guy? Fifteenth March, twenty twenty four, he was coming to ask Y/n out and, Heeseung completely sabotaged it by grabbing her book and running away to some other place as soon as Beomgyu started walking towards Y/n? Which distracted her as she ran after him,” Jungwon said, eyes wide and head nodding as he agreed with himself. 

“Oh and, when Y/n got herself the vanilla perfume when she overheard Heeseung mentioning he hated the scent of vanilla?” Winter added. 

“Right. When in reality he’s quite literally obsessed with that scent,” Sunghoon chuckled, watching your eyes widen in disbelief. 

“And now she smells just like he wants each day, not that he wasn’t obsessed with your scent already,” Ningning helpfully added with a shrug. 

You blinked twice to process this, having gone through a series of emotions within the span of two minutes was a tiring process, however, Heeseung was only amused, as if the teasing didn’t get to him at all. 

Almost as if he was enjoying it. 

“Oh, fuck you guys. He’s not worth my attention.” You side eyed Heeseung, the corner of his lip quirking up with your comment. 

You still had your assignment to finish, and there was absolutely no way you were going to sit next to Heeseung with your cheeks heating up at the countless instances of your so called obsession thrown your way, so you got up, trying to collect your papers and laptop, only for your wrist to be grabbed by Heeseung. 

“I’m not worth your attention and yet you’re leaving, hm?” He asked, voice so calm, almost as sweet as honey as he stared into your eyes, smirking soon after, “are you sure I don’t affect you in any way, darling?” 

A series of hoots slash gasps were heard, which surely disturbed the entire cafe but your friend group lived for the drama. 

You scoffed, looking elsewhere, trying to walk away but his grip on your wrist was too strong. 

“Let go, Heeseung,” you gritted your teeth. 

“Wow,” Sunghoon whispered, sipping on his drink with more interest than ever. 

“I think you’re obsessed with me,” he chuckled, voice smoother than velvet, tugging your wrist closer to him, a gasp leaving your mouth as you trip and fall right on his lap, “am I wrong?” 

Two flashes went off at that very second, your wide eyes turning to look at Sunoo and Ningning with an accusatory glance as your heart beated out of your chest, his arms holding you close to his body. 

“Don’t let us interrupt, go on,” Sunoo nodded, making you groan while Karina tried to say something to calm you down, which your mind didn’t bother registering in the middle of the chaos. 

“Don’t fucking create a scene here and let me go,” you warned Heeseung, looking at him, trying to ignore the evident lack of distance between your bodies, and well, your faces. 

“Only if you agree to it, darling,” He whispered back. 

“I don’t think we should watch this anymore,” Jay coughed out in distance. 

“There’s nothing to agree here, Heeseung,” you gritted out, trying to get up and get out of his grasp. 

“Yeah?” He asked. 

“Yeah,” you whispered.

“Fine, then live with me for a week.”

“What?”

“Wait, what?”

“Huh?” 

You didn’t even bother realizing which friend exclaimed what, you just stared at Heeseung in disbelief, hating the fact that his vanilla musk scent was invading your senses. 

“Have you officially lost your mind?” You asked, genuinely concerned.

He shook his head with a little chuckle, eyeing the whole friend group as if they’ve been hiding something you should be knowing. Their gulps and inability to meet Heeseung’s eyes only made you more curious, “what the fuck is going on?” You asked. 

“We’re practically gonna be roommates now,” Heeseung let out ever so smoothly. 

“What?” You asked back dumbly, ignoring Jay’s cough in the background. 

“Well, you see,” Karina started with an awkward laugh, “Since Sunoo moved out to live in the dorms now, one room is empty in our apartment,” she explained, playing with her nails just to avoid your gaze. 

“And you’re giving it to him?” You asked, thumb pointing at Heeseung in a very demeaning manner. 

“Well, ouch,” he commented just to piss you off more. 

“Wow guys. And when were you planning on telling me all this?” You asked, annoyance heightened even more, you could feel a headache coming, almost rushing to you from a mile away. 

“Well, we’re all going for the exchange program next week so we figured it would be nice for Heeseung to shift before that, given that you both are the only ones in our group who didn’t bother joining our exchange program club,” Jake tried to avoid eye contact as he explained. 

Your mind was spinning. Having Karina, Ningning, Jay, Sunghoon, and Jake as your roommates was enough even though Sunoo moved out, albeit you had to pay more rent, but having Heeseung in the same space as you each day? Sharing the necessities, eating together, commenting on your daily lifestyle with the nastiest smirk on his face? Criticizing the way you pair up your comfortable shorts with the same, favourite pair of T-shirt you own each day just because it feels right. The way—

“I don’t think there’s gonna be any problem in all honesty, cause she’s comfortable with me already,” Heeseung pointed out, gripping your waist tighter, a reminder that you were still sitting on his lap. 

You gripped on his arm, digging your fingers to hurt him, “I’ll kill you if you don’t let me get up this second,” you seethed out, your ears warmer than ever. 

“Just agree to it then, baby,” he whispered, staring at your lips and even your friends had stopped looking your way by now, not wanting to interrupt anymore. 

“A week alone with you would be nothing but hell, Lee Heeseung,” you said, still looking into his eyes. 

“I’ll take that as a yes then. A bet is a bet baby, don’t fall in love with me,” he winked, loosening his grip on you as you got up right that second. 

Even your legs felt wobbly by now, the proximity being too much for you to handle. Yet, you weren’t one to lose. 

“Love and me? Ah, yes why not? Your own face is blood red with how much you’re blushing, I hope that helps,” you pointed out before grabbing your belongings and rushing out of the cafe, completely missing the smile on Heeseung’s face. 

“They’re down bad, aren’t they?” Jake whisper-asked Jay, who chuckled. 

“Yeah. Yes, they are.”

Chapter 2. The humble abode. 

Rushing out of the café was the only thing you could manage to do, getting into your car and deciding to do your assignment right there before getting back home and thinking about what happened a few minutes back. 

It wasn’t easy. 

Not when your ears were burning hot, and you weren’t even sure if it was because of anger or embarrassment. Or the underlying fear of what was to come. 

Heeseung was going to be your roommate. 

The same Heeseung who had been nothing but annoying throughout your high school years, and now, in your university too. Having the same group of friends helped, it really did as you could avoid him (read: or try to avoid him) but having him invade your personal living space would revoke any sense of comfort for you. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” 

You were tired, almost lifeless on the couch after you had typed out your assignment, keeping your swirl of emotions to yourself, however, you weren’t gonna let your friends get away with this.

Which is why you attacked Jake as soon as he entered the apartment. 

And he silently cussed himself for being the first one to come back home. 

“Listen, I know you’re mad,” he started, sighing and brushing his hair back as he made his way towards you, sitting down right next to you. 

“I’m so gonna die,” you mumbled. 

“But it won’t be that bad, trust me. You won’t even have to be home all day, you can hang out with your friends and just come back, sleep, avoid him and repeat the cycle!” Jake smiled, as if he had solved the biggest problem this world had. 

“Right. All my friends, including your stupid ass, will be going out for an exchange program. Did you forget that, Jakey?” you smiled back sarcastically. 

“Don’t you have any other friends?” He asked and you slapped his head, “ouch!”

“Where are others anyway?” You asked, looking around the empty apartment. 

“Hoon and Ning should’ve been back by now, they left right after you did,” he said, you both stood up a second after in realization. 

He tiptoed to the door of Hoon’s room while you made your way to Ning’s room, “ready?” you smiled, “three, two, one—”

And there they were, in their respective rooms, practically eating the faces of their girlfriends. 

“Wow, now that’s life,” you chuckled as Ning stopped and looked at you with a red face, while her girlfriend, Nics, waved hi to you. 

On the other hand, Sunghoon only cussed out loud, trying to hide his girlfriend, Moon, as he asked Jake to ‘close the damn door.’

“Well, when’s he shifting?” You asked, retrieving back to your old position on the couch. 

“I think he’s gonna start sending his stuff in here like, today,” Jake nodded, checking the date. 

“I’m gonna explode. This is not how I wanted to spend my vacations,” you groaned and Jake only patted your back softly. 

“It’s okay, it’ll be okay,” Jake smiled. 

Not even a second later, the sound of the door swinging open startled you, your body shifting close to Jake’s in the process, as he did the same, a hand on top of his beating heart. 

As soon as Heeseung entered the apartment, carrying a duffle bag on his back, his eyes fell on how you and Jake sat in close proximity, staring at him with a questionable glare, his eyebrow cocking up at the sight. 

“Since when are you guys so close—cozy with each other?” He asked, walking to you both, a scoff leaving your lips as you stood up, standing right in front of him. 

“And how’s that any of your business?” You asked, walking away and making sure to bump your shoulder to his in the process. 

“Ah,” he chuckled, shaking his head as he heard you walk to your room, slamming the door shut behind you, his eyes finally turning to Jake, giving him a look he couldn’t quite decipher. 

Jake only tilted his head, not understanding the enmity between you, also the sudden change in the atmosphere of the room, he only looked at Heeseung with confused eyes as he asked:

“What did I do?” 

Chapter 3. Not so humble. 

Heeseung loved to make his presence known, especially when he observed how hard you tried to avoid him every passing second, as if you didn’t wish to acknowledge him at all. He was settling in just fine. In fact, he made sure to send in his bed the first thing the next day, which only gave him the perfect opportunity to stay for the dinner, rest the night, and stay for the breakfast before winding up his stuff at his old place. 

It was still fine when he sat down next to you for meals, at least you had your friends around for four more days, which helped you ignore the said man for a while. 

It was still okay when he continuously poked your arm to ask you for a spoon that was clearly closer to him, yet you passed it to him before turning your attention back to Ning, who was around for three more days. 

It was still bearable when he played loud music at night, making sure to blast it on the speaker right after playing video games, which definitely irritated all your friends, but Jay was kind enough to lend you his noise cancellation headphones as you went to sleep, which you could keep for two more days. 

It was your last straw when Heeseung stabbed his fork way out of where it should’ve been. There was absolutely no reason for Heeseung to eat from your plate, and not just any dish but your favourite side dish. That’s when you took a deep breath, turning to look at him, only to be surprised as he was ready with his fork up, offering you a bite of the exact same snack he had picked up from your plate. 

His brow was raised, and Hoon looked concerned, being the only one who sat down to have dinner with you guys, but Heeseung didn’t really seem to mind. 

“What? Don’t wanna eat anymore, princess?” He asked. 

“I’d rather die than eat from the same plate as you,” you said, trying to ignore his muscles which were clearly visible as he was clad in the comfort of his tank top. 

“Why not? I’ve heard it helps in spreading love y’know?” He said, biting his lower lip as he looked your way. 

“Hah, as if.”

“Scared you’ll fall for me?” He smirked. 

You scoffed, grabbing his hand and taking a bite of what should have been your meal, chewing it before saying, “let’s see what kind of love is gonna spread now, yeah?” 

You gave him a look before retreating back to your room. 

“Why exactly are you bothering her?” Hoon asked, taking a spoonful of rice in his mouth, “are you that desperate for her attention, loverboy?” 

“C’mon, I’m not in love with her,” Heeseung spoke lazily, eyes still on your closed door. 

“Right,” Hoon clicked his tongue, “you’ve never once denied it.”

“It’s just fun to see her bothered, she hates me anyway—”

“—which bothers you, and hence you try to grab her attention even more,” Sunghoon said, as calm as ever. 

“Stop. You’re crazy,” Heeseung laughed it off, getting up and throwing a piece of carrot on Hoon, who in turn threw a cap of the water bottle right on Heeseung’s head, making him scream out comically as Hoon chuckled, mumbling something under his breath. 

“They’ll be fucking by the time we come back.”

Chapter 4. Not your driver. 

“Toothbrush?”

“Check.”

“Laptop?”

“Check.”

“Charger?”

“Check.”

“Passport?”

“Oh fuck, I almost forgot that,” Karina gasped as you helped her finish some last minute packing. 

“I don’t wanna go to uni, but I have to submit these files,” you sighed while Karina finally zipped up her bag.

“I would have dropped you there but I have to pick up Ningning from her girlfriend’s place,” she sighed. 

The door opened right then, “I couldn’t help but overhear—”

You rolled your eyes, “—eavesdrop.”

“Overhear,” Heeseung repeated, “that you need a ride. I’m going that way I’ll drop you off,” he smiled. 

You stared at him, expressionless. 

You wanted to punch the perfect smile off his face. 

“I told him to be nice to you, so hopefully he’s gonna follow that,” Karina gave her input at your obvious reaction. 

You looked her way with a surprised smile, “you did?”

“Of course! You should go now,” she said, shooing you away and asking you to get back as soon as your friends will be leaving by the evening. 

“Yeah, we should save the gas and travel together, be good to the environment and our Mother Earth,” Heeseung cheeked. 

“Oh! Great, I have to go and submit my file too, can I tag along?” Jake asked, looking at you. 

“Yes!”

“No!”

You and Heeseung exchanged glances. 

“We’ll share, we have to take care of our environment, Heeseung,” you smiled, grabbing Jake’s arm and walking out of the apartment. 

You didn’t wait before getting into the backseat, which made Jake opt for the passenger seat, Heeseung looked your way in disbelief, even more so when you smiled his way. 

It was one of the few genuine smiles of yours, which Heeseung didn’t get to see much around him, however it was a given that him being irritated brought you happiness. 

Jake’s campus was farther away, yours was comparatively closer, and you looked out as Heeseung played music—one of those bands he loved, but he didn’t stop at your campus. 

“Hey, she has to get off,” Jake said, looking at Heeseung. 

“I’ll drop you off first, you have a flight in a few hours,” he theorized. 

You rolled your eyes. 

“Since when do you care so much about everyone?” You asked, looking at his eyes through the front mirror. 

“I don’t,” he said, winking back at you, “only you.”

You sighed, closing your eyes as Jake got off, saying a goodbye to you both. 

However, Heeseung didn’t start the car again, which caused you to open your eyes again, “why aren’t you driving?” 

“I’m not a driver, my love. Sit here,” he patted the passenger seat twice. 

“You can’t be serious, it’s literally a five minute drive.”

“Six minutes now that you’ve wasted sixty seconds arguing with me,” he spoke, checking his watch as if that would do anything. 

You rolled your eyes yet again, something you’d do quite frequently around him, but nevertheless, you got off and walked to the passenger seat, closing the door shut and grabbing the seatbelt, only to turn around and see Heeseung’s face right in front of you. 

“W—what are you doing?” You asked, breath shaky. 

“Was gonna help you with the belt, but you’re fast hm?”

“I can do it—”

“Shh, just sit comfortably,” he whispered, his warm fingers touching yours, covering your hand fully before you let go of the belt, allowing him to buckle you up. 

His messy hair fell on his forehead in soft waves, a constellation of light freckles covered his cheek, a broken eyelash rested there comfortably, and his scent, his ever so present scent invaded your scenes yet again. 

“You’ve got a little something here,” you told him gently, pointing out where his eyelash was. 

“Oh, just a minute,” he mumbled, carefully picking it up and placing the lash on the back of his hand.  

Observing him was all you could do, especially when he looked so innocent as he closed his eyes, mumbling something under his breath before he curled his lips into a sweet pout, blowing the air on his fist in a gentle breeze. 

“What did you wish for?” You asked before you could stop yourself.  

He chuckled, only looking your way, “let me know if it comes true, princess.”

You couldn’t speak anymore, even when he leaned back with a slight smile on his face, starting the car again and driving. 

You somehow subtly kept on noticing him, his grip on the steering wheel, the veins prominent on his hand and arms, his lip bitten in slight concentration. You shook your head, looking outside again, and in no time, you were in front of your campus. 

“You’re welcome, princess,” he spoke, voice ever so smooth and you simply squeaked out a thank you before rushing out. 

You blamed his scent. 

It was all because of his scent. 

Chapter 5. Home Alone. 

It was three minutes past seven, the sun was setting and so was your mood as you bid goodbye to your friends who were filling up their bags in the backseats of the cabs they had booked. 

Jay was busy giving you a list of things to take care of while they were gone. Karina hugged you as she waved a bye, Ningning only winked your way, looking at Heeseung right after. Sunghoon and Winter were already sitting in the car, too excited to leave while Jake waved at you like a happy puppy. 

Heeseung stepped right in front of you, waving back with more enthusiasm than he had ever displayed before, screaming happy journey to everyone as the cars left one by one. 

That’s what you have to deal with now. 

With that, Heeseung made his way into the apartment again as you stood there for a minute more, slapping your forehead a few times, “I can do it,” you whispered, “it’ll be okay, I’ll keep myself busy, I’ll be okay.”

Overthinking was your detrimental forte, the one that Heeseung never failed to fuel. You should catch him off guard too, shouldn’t you? You should’ve grabbed his collar and warned him instead of freezing on the spot. 

Your train of thought broke the second you stepped into the house, being caught off guard yet again by none other than Lee Heeseung, who so carefully grabbed one of your wrists and pinned you against the door, closing it right behind you in a swift go, “hi,” he smiled. 

You’ve had enough, grabbing his collar into a fist and pulling him even closer, “fuck,” he groaned. 

“It hasn’t even been a fucking minute and you’re already making my life a living hell, I swear to god, Heeseung.” You let go of the collar, grabbing his hair by the nape to pull him away. 

The action which caused him to moan.

You let go of him that very second as he closed his eyes, “you’re such a pervert. Ew! What the fuck?” You looked at him with wide eyes, even more so when he chuckled deeply, his eyes on you again. 

“Can’t blame me for that one, it feels really good, princess,” he said, putting his hands up in surrender. 

“This won’t do,” you said, a hand on your forehead again. 

“So what? Wanna set up rules like they do in those stupid movies?” He suggested, sitting down on the couch and looking at you, as if he expected you to sit down with him. 

“Rules?” You pondered for a second, “yeah, anything to keep your behaviour in check,” you mumbled, and soon, you both were sitting on the opposite chairs of the dining table as you scribbled down the rules. 

Y/N and Heeseung’s one week agreement <3

1. No touching each other. 2. No stealing food.  3. No loud music and video games.  4. No bringing guests without prior notice. 

“No guests?” 

“No. Keep your girlfriends away from here, understood?” You asked. 

He chuckled, amused, “why? Would that bother you, princess? You don’t have to worry y’know? You’ll always be the number one in my heart,” he winked, resting his hand on his chest.  

“No, thanks. Still don’t want you,” you told him, even though his last statement did sound sincere. 

Way too sincere for your own liking. 

“Can I write too?” Heeseung asked, and you raised your brow. 

“Since you asked nicely.”

5. Chores will be divided equally.  6. One hour bonding time each day. 7. Y/N can’t avoid Heeseung. 

“Why do we need bonding time?” You asked midway. 

“Cause we’re gonna live together, so we should put our differences aside,” he shrugged, and you stared at him. 

“We can just ignore each other.”

“Now, where’s the fun in that?”

“This isn’t a game, Heeseung.”

“But it’s exciting,” he said, and you sighed.

Arguing with him was pointless. 

“Okay, fine.”

9. Maintain cleanliness.

That was the last point you added before you both signed the sheet, agreeing to add more in case you come up with any rules. It was the most normal you had been with Heeseung, but you still wanted to be away. 

You didn’t wanna hurt yourself. 

You tried not to think about it as you went to sleep, but it didn’t work much, not when your mind was hyper aware of the silence in the apartment. That’s when you decided to get up and grab a midnight snack, perhaps a cup of noodles would help you sleep better. 

With tiredness still evident in your eyes, you worked the stove on, grabbing a pot to heat up water, standing still as you took the support of the marble countertop, your palms lay flat on it as you stared at the packet of mint chocolate that was in the shelf in front of you, something that Sunoo possibly had forgotten to take with him. 

“Not sleepy?” A husky voice made you gasp and turn around, caging you right in between the counter and Heeseung. 

“Fuck! You scared me,” you gasped at his shirtless figure, “why the fuck are you awake and why are you not clothed?” You asked, distressed. 

“I heard noises from the kitchen so I obviously had to come over and check,” he said, tilting his head innocently right after, “I have to make sure the princess is safe, right?”

“I can very well take care of myself, thanks,” you huffed, waiting for him to move, which did not happen.

“Okay, then try pushing me away,” Heeseung said, a slight close-lipped smile present on his face. 

You simply made use of the little space to pour the hot water into the cup noodles, covering it with its lid. 

“You love these games too much, don’t you?” You said, finally looking up to see his body right in front of your face. 

With thick yet lean muscles, he stood tall, his clavicles visible in an attractive fashion as the dim lights of the room only enhanced the slight traces of his abs, making it evident that Heeseung included working out in his daily routines. 

You gulped unknowingly, closing your eyes for a second before meeting him, only for his eyes to fall on your lips for a slight enough, just enough for you to miss it. 

“Not gonna push me?” He asked, still playful, but with a gentle rasp in his voice. 

“You’re not appropriately clothed for me to touch you, Heeseung,” you said, trying to muster a bored, unimpressed expression, as if your ears weren’t burning warm. 

“Why? Does skin to skin contact scare you now?” He challenged, “one touch is all it takes, babe.” 

“Oh lord,” you groaned, stretching your neck back, only to find Heeseung’s gaze more intense than ever, “fine, move.” 

You placed your cold hand on his warm torso, right above his heart, and you could have sworn it was beating a tad bit faster than how a normal heart should be beating. 

Pushing him was practically impossible, especially when he bit his lip and chuckled, not moving an inch despite your efforts. The room felt warm as you scoffed and retrieved your hand.  

“Can’t move?” He teased. 

“I’m just tired, move.”

“Or, you’re just weak.”

“That’s all you can do Heeseung, challenge a tired girl who’s trying to eat.” You pushed him again.  

“I’m strong, princess. Don’t you see?” He pointed at his body, and you closed your eyes yet again, trying to convert your feelings into anger. 

“Your body might be strong but your fucking ego is weak.” You said finally shoving him enough for you to move. 

“Now, now. That’s wrong, princess.” He said, grabbing your cup noodles and testing your patience yet again.  

Messing with you was one thing. 

Messing with you while you were sleepy was another thing. 

But messing with you while you were sleepy and hungry, that was war. 

“Give me the noodles back you small dicked asshole!” You chased after him. 

He stopped you easily with a hand, twirling you around and pulling you back, his bare chest pressed against your back. 

“Small dick, hm?” He mumbled, keeping the noodles on the counter beside you, dragging his warm fingers across your bare tummy, stopping right on your belly button, “it would go up to here, yeah,” he caressed the area before letting go of you. 

You stood there, breathing hard as your cheeks burned with the implication of his cock in your cunt, deep inside you at that. 

“How do you even get women, all talk and no action?” You asked, walking back to your room with the noodles in your hands, avoiding the fact that you were completely flustered. 

“Oh I’ll show you all the action you need to see, princess,” he winked as you turned to look at him, his hands stuffed in the pocket of his sweatpants, “g’night, darling,” he smirked, walking away as you spent the night punching your pillow, eating your now soggy noodles.  

Lee Heeseung was going to be the end of you. 

Chapter 6. A proof? 

In the span of a few days that Heeseung shifted at your apartment, you realized a few things. 

First, Lee Heeseung loved being shirtless. 

Second, Lee Heeseung was a good cook. 

And third, Lee Heeseung was the biggest flirt known to mankind. 

Now, putting them all together; you didn’t expect to wake up with the scent of fresh waffles and fruits spreading around the apartment. Nor did you expect Heeseung to set up a plate full of breakfast for you right around the time you woke up, that too with the biggest smile on his face. 

It felt like a dream almost, and you were ready to ignore his shirtless body that gave you goosebumps and a sincere smile that almost made you smile too, to thank him. 

But then, he did what he had to. 

He opened his mouth and ruined it, going on about how you should eat fruits, it makes the cum taste sweeter, he said munching on an apple, laughing louder when you threw a spoon at him. That added to your annoyance simply because of the fact that he was practically glowing even in the morning, the radiant aura was too much for you to handle and you simply decided to avoid and ignore everything to have a spa day to yourself. 

Heeseung did question why you were leaving, and you didn’t miss the hint of frown that was plastered on his face for a split second when he learned that you wouldn’t be around for the day, which you ignored because why would he even be sad? Just because he wouldn’t get to bother you today? That must be it. 

“Come back soon, I still have things to prove to you,” he said, and you didn’t know what to expect anymore as you left the apartment. 

There’s some sort of power in self care that makes you feel as if nothing could ever go wrong with you once you’re fully pampered, especially when your nails are freshly done, shaded in your favourite tone. 

It’s seven in the evening when you get back home with three bags full of clothes hanging on your arms. Retail therapy was the way to go, it definitely de-stressed you for the day. It was too peaceful, and you didn’t know what was to come when you unlocked the door to your apartment, entered the hallway, taking off your shoes and furrowing your brows at the extra pair of heels there, along with the unusual sound. 

You couldn’t quite pinpoint the noise that you were hearing. It wasn’t the usual music Heeseung played, nor was it the sound of the gaming system he often used, so you stepped in further, your heart pounding as the weak whimpers and the sound of slapping got closer. 

The door to Heeseung’s room was wide open, and you found yourself peeking in before you could stop yourself, only for your eyes to go wider than ever as you saw what was going on inside. 

The lights were dimmed, set to blue which made the room look hotter. On the bed was a girl you had never seen before, her face buried into the mattress as she made lewd noises, your mouth hung open, your heart beating faster as your eyes met that of Heeseung’s, his hair messier than ever and the cockiest smirk plastered on his face. 

He was naked. 

He was fucking the most brutal backshots into the cunt of the stranger, holding onto her waist and squeezing it, as if putting up a show for you as Meddle about by Chase Atlantic played in the background. 

“Heeseung?” You whispered to yourself, your eyes never leaving his thick cock, observing his strong thrusts as if you were dazed—which you were. 

And if that wasn’t enough, Heeseung had to take it up a notch by groaning out your name, spanking the girl’s ass and throwing his head back, mumbling your name and gulping as you saw his adam’s apple bobbing up and down. 

He was fucking another girl and thinking of you, deliberately so. 

You were too shocked to function, your arms losing their strength as your bags fell to the ground. The noise made you snap out of your dazed state, and soon you found yourself running to your room, locking the door behind you and leaning on it, covering your mouth as your chest heaved up and down. 

That’s when you realized what Heeseung was trying to do—he proved it. 

He proved exactly what he had promised you at night, and you knew you weren’t going to sleep tonight, simply because the guy you hated had proved it. 

He indeed had a big fucking cock. 

And he knew exactly how to use it. 

Sleep was merely a concept to you for the majority of the night. How could you even close your eyes when you could see the most vivid image of Heeseung fucking a girl the second your eyelids close? 

You had goosebumps over your body, your thighs pressed together as you thought back upon how he specifically groaned your name right after he saw you watching him. 

“Ugh!” You groaned, rolling around and punching the pillow out of pure frustration. 

You hated Heeseung yet he was the only thing on your mind. 

“This can’t be real, there’s no way this is real,” you mumbled to yourself, your face getting hotter by the second but somehow, you managed to shut your eyes and drift to the wonderful place called the dreamland. 

Chapter 7. Adulterated retaliation. 

Overthinking was going to be your demise. 

If it wasn’t enough as it was when you were awake, it was worse when you were asleep in your subconscious because there was no way you had just woken up with a gasp and, well, wetness in your panties that seeped through them and covered the crotch of your shorts. 

You had a wet dream about the very man you swore you hated. 

Grabbing your pillow, you hid your face as you let out a scream, looking distressed as you stared at your reflection when you got up. Flashbacks of how you dreamed to be the girl Heeseung fucked were scattered all over your mind. 

“He groaned my name,” you mumbled, trailing your hand down your pants and into your panties, caressing the length of your cunt only for your pretty manicured fingers to come out soaked in your wetness. 

“Fuck,” you groaned, “I need to avoid him.”

You knew for a fact that after last night, avoiding Heeseung would be the most difficult thing to do, cause he wouldn’t let it slide by any means. 

However, you were surprised when you saw the kitchen and dining area empty, a plate was still kept there full of food for you, and you couldn’t be happier sitting peacefully and having your brunch, now that you had woken up late. 

It was only when you were done washing your hands, wiping them clean of water with the towel, you felt someone’s presence behind you, and before you could fully turn around, Lee Heeseung had his slender fingers wrapped around your wrist, your body going stiff as a reminder of what had happened yesterday, but at least he was fully clothed today. 

“Pretty nails,” he inspected them, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “hold this,” he asked you, giving you a bottle, not waiting for you to hold it as he practically made you wrap your fingers around it. 

“The fuck—” you opened your mouth but Heeseung let go that very second. 

“Yeah, they would look pretty wrapped around my c—” he mumbled, walking away, leaving you shocked yet again. 

At this point, you were pretty sure he was toying with you cause there’s no way he was acting so nonchalant about everything he did since he shifted to your, now his too, apartment. 

You sighed loudly, keeping the bottle away on the counter before you leaned back against it, wondering what to do to deal with Heeseung. There was a bitter feeling in your chest, you weren’t sure why. Was it that easy for Heeseung to bring someone home? Fuck rules, he didn’t care about any of that. You wondered why you both even bothered to make them in the first place. 

And somehow, just somewhere deep inside you, there was this feeling that you wanted to do something similar to take revenge on him. But would you call a guy to aimlessly fuck you on your bed? No. 

You’d rather call a guy up for a hangout, a guy who was actually your friend and didn’t go for the exchange program, a guy you knew Heeseung despised. 

Maybe that would keep Heeseung at bay. 

Or maybe that’ll make him jealous and keep you closer. 

A voice whispered from inside your subconscious, and you clenched your jaw, wondering why you couldn’t decide which scenario you would prefer more. 

Nevertheless, you went on with the plan, texting Gyu to ask him if he was free for the day, mentally thanking the teacher that paired you up with him last semester for a presentation, courtesy of which you got his number. He called you the second his phone chimed from your text. 

“Y/N,” he practically cheered, you could feel the happiness ooze out of his voice, and you smiled as you asked him how he’s been, and if he was free this evening. 

“Fuck! I have to run errands today, can I come over tomorrow though?” He asked and you sighed, saying yes. 

At least you’ll have a distraction tomorrow, right? 

“How do you miss me all of a sudden though? Finally realized you’re in love with me?” He chuckled, asking you the question and you shook your head laughing, knowing he couldn’t see you. 

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Gyu, I’m just bored at home, yeah?” You explained, and he promised that he’d be there to entertain you tomorrow afternoon. 

Now though, you weren’t sure what to do for the day. Writing a diary? Nah. Listening to podcasts? Your brain was too clouded for that. You simply opted to take a shower and go out for a drive. It wasn’t like you were inexperienced by any means, it was just the fact that you hadn’t had sex in long which is why you were so frustrated. 

Right? 

You gulped, letting the warm water droplets caress your skin as they cascaded down the curves of your body. Even the slightest touch made you feel good, the bathroom getting fogged up as you took your time with the shower. But were you satisfied? You could hear the music blasting from Heeseung’s room now and his level of unbothered definitely bothered you. 

“Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,” you groaned, stepping out after getting ready for your drive. You thank the lords that you had a car, and you simply decided to visit the lake nearby as you grabbed your car keys and put on your shoes. 

“Where are you going?” Heeseung asked, and you wondered how he always had the perfect timing when it came to you being out of your room. 

“Away from you,” you mumbled. 

He chuckled, “why, princess? What’d I do?” He rasped, and you didn’t bother looking at him, tightening your laces the second you heard him call you that stupid nickname yet again. 

“Nothing. Nothing at all,” you grumbled, standing up, “you’ve been breaking rules left right and straight ever since you entered this apartment, and the audacity to bring someone else home to fuck while keeping the door open and—” you said it all in a breath, closing your eyes simply because you couldn’t repeat what he had done. 

“And?” Heeseung came closer, and you looked at his wet bangs as if he had freshly come out of the shower. 

Your tongue poked your inner cheek as you grabbed his T-shirt, something he did not expect as his hand landed on your waist, pulling you to him, “you’re so fucking annoying, I hate you,” you seethed out. 

You could clearly see him being flustered, probably because you instigated this interaction, “you hate me?” He asked, dazed, looking down at your lips, “you sure? Cause I think you’re in love with me.” 

“You’re the one who’s looking at my lips, you’re the one who was moaning out my name, you’re the one who’s dreaming about my fingers wrapped around your fucking cock,” you finally let out, “are you sure it’s not you who’s craving me?” You chuckled. 

You had officially lost your mind. 

“I—” Heeseung started, his eyes never leaving yours, but you could see a hint of uncertainty on his face, as if he was contemplating on saying something, and you didn’t let him. 

“You’re pathetic.” You let go of him, pushing his shoulder, but he only grabbed your neck and pulled you back, his other hand now behind your head so you wouldn’t hurt yourself as he pushed you against the wall. 

“Yeah? And you’re not? Are you not thinking about last night, Y/N?” You gasped as his lips barely caressed yours. 

You would feel your knees giving up, especially when he took your name with such emphasis that you couldn’t help but look at him, his fingers coming up from your neck to your jaw, cupping it gently before he placed his thumb on your bottom lip. 

“Isn’t that why you’ve been avoiding me, hm? You wanna be that girl so fucking bad, don’t you?” A shiver went down your spine as his voice got deeper by an octave. 

“Shut up,” you breathed out. 

“Why, princess? Do you not wanna kiss me?” He bit his bottom lip as you stared at him hopelessly, your breath hitched as your heart hammered against your ribcage. 

“No,” you mumbled. 

He smirked, “no?” 

“Heeseung,” you whispered, frustration clear in your voice. 

You hated him. 

And you hated yourself more for wanting to kiss his stupidly inviting lips. 

“Yes, baby?” 

“I—”

“You?” 

“Please,” you closed your eyes, not believing the situation yourself. 

“Please what, my love?” 

You whined, not having it in you to say it out loud. 

“I won’t kiss you till you say yes,” he shook his head slowly, his thumb still tracing your lip. 

“Fuck it, yes,” you groaned, pulling him closer by his collar as he quickly cupped your face. 

His lips were plush against yours, warm and inviting to the point he was rushing to have you closer to him, absorbing the moan that you barely got to let out. He was needy, almost as frustrated as you, your fingers gripping the hair on his nape, a gasp leaving his mouth as you both leaned back for a microsecond, still connected by a string of saliva. 

You were on your tiptoes, your body getting warmer by the second, pressed against his as you breathed heavily as he licked your mouth open, shoving his tongue in to get a taste of you, his warm breath made you lose your last bit of sanity. He was groaning, trying to get used to your taste, something which he had wanted to do for a while now. He was practically drooling into your mouth like a hungry puppy, his spit dripping down your chin. Your tongue was quick to lap it up when he leaned back to breathe, but his own tongue was quick enough to rest on yours as you both tasted your mixed saliva.  

That’s exactly when you opened your eyes, only to see Heeseung’s flushed face looking at you with dark, desperation filled eyes. That’s when you finally came back to your senses. 

You had just kissed Heeseung. 

And you liked it. 

Well, fuck!

You had to run, you had to leave. 

That’s exactly what you did, panic clear on your face as Heeseung saw you rush out of his arms and run out of the apartment, he called out your name but you didn’t look back, your heartbeat skyrocketing as you started your car to drive away. 

It was all a blur to you as you somehow managed to reach the lakeside parking, which was almost empty on the side you had parked your car. Your mind was elsewhere, the taste of him lingered on your lips. 

“What did I just do?” You asked yourself, covering your mouth as you groaned. 

Mentally slapping yourself, even more so when you shifted in your seat, only to discover that you felt wetness in your panties. They were soiled simply because Heeseung had shoved tongue in your mouth. 

“Fuck you, Lee Heeseung,” you mumbled closing your eyes and leaning your head against the cold window, slowly unbuttoning your jeans, unzipping them right after. 

“I hate you, I hate you,” you whispered, letting your fingers travel down your body, and into your panties. 

The cold of your fingertips juxtaposed the warmth of your cunt, the warmth of your clit, your body reacting to the touch as you gasped, the image of Heeseung’s slender fingers crossing your mind as you pressed your cunt to feel something, anything, that would make you feel better. You were soaking wet. 

All you wanted was to be taken care of, you wanted this frustration to go away and it didn’t matter that you were in public, your car windows were tinted for a reason as you spread your legs and pulled your bottom wear down, exposing your cunt. A deep shaky breath left your mouth as you placed your fingers yet again. 

Heeseung would rub your cunt in gentle circles. 

Your subconscious said, as you stimulated your cunt, your eyelids fluttered close, thinking about Heeseung and his veiny hands. That’s exactly what you needed—what you craved. 

Heeseung was right, you’re the one who’s been so desperate to have him, that was proof enough as you moaned out his name, shoving two fingers inside your cunt that was begging to be filled with Heeseung’s cock. You threw your head back, desperately fucking yourself, teasing your neglected clit with your other hand. 

“Ah—fuck!” You cried out, thrusting your hips up to meet your fingers. It was almost pathetic how needy you were being, especially when you didn’t even remember the last time being this horny. 

Truth be told, no guy ever made you this wet with just a kiss, so it was definitely concerning how Heeseung (read: your enemy) had managed to do so just by provoking you non stop. 

You mumbled his name, your thighs closing when you felt your high approaching, sweat forming on your forehead as you leaned against your seat, your right on the edge, a few more thrusts and you’d be done.

Your breathing gets louder, the plea of Heeseung’s name only makes your climax approach faster as you thrusted your digits in, sloppily so, a tear rolling down your cheek as the image of Heeseung moaning out your name flashed in your mind. That was your last straw. 

Your thighs shook as your body tensed up, the familiar feeling of your unadulterated pleasure approaching washed over your body, now more powerful than ever, coating your fingers with your juices of desperation. 

You were breathing hard, trying to come back to yourself after having the quickest, best orgasm of your life which most certainly did fog up your side of the window. 

That’s when you let everything settle in your head, a scoff leaving your lips as you realized. 

You wanted Lee Heeseung. 

 Chapter 8. Revenge, sue for damages? 

It felt like a walk of shame when you entered the apartment again, being careful to tiptoe, as to not alert Heeseung of your presence by any means. Too much had happened to you in the span of two days, and you weren’t sure how you’d even get on terms with all of this. 

You had successfully closed the door to your room by the time a thought popped up in your mind: what would Heeseung be up to now? 

He didn’t have any time to react when you left, even then he was calling out your name. You wondered if he even wished to talk to you anymore. You wondered if it was just a game to him, now that you had realized that you actually truly did want a piece of him, you couldn’t help but think if he wanted the same, or was it just his way to maybe bother you? 

You had no clue, and you most certainly weren’t going to confront him about it, you hated every bit of confrontations, and this was something that made you want to run away and never come back. 

Heeseung on the other hand was wide awake and aware of your presence. He felt calm now that you were back, he had been worried ever since you left hours ago, you never once checked your phone when he called you, it was on do not disturb, and you hadn’t checked it. Heeseung wondered what you’d think of him when you see 26 missed calls on your phone. 

He was confused, but there was a hint of a smile on his face as he touched his lips again for the nth time today, frowning right after as he thought of you never wanting to talk to him again. 

Did he go too far this time? 

He was dazed, a groan left his mouth as he punched the pillow next to him, he couldn’t control himself, not when you were so close to him, not when your scent lured him in. That wasn’t how he expected to kiss you, but now that he knew what you tasted like, it was hard for him to think of anything else but your lips. 

However, the thought of you hating him kept him awake. 

The thought of him hating you kept you awake. 

And somehow you both fell asleep at the same time, your mind too tired to form another thought as you let the sleep take over. 

You knew you’d wake up late, you were bound to wake up at 2 when you had slept (barely) at four in the morning. 

However, in the midst of this chaos, you very conveniently forgot the plans you had made the prior day. Your head was hurting when you woke up, and you had no plans to go out of your room as you got up and took a shower in the bathroom attached to your room. 

“Ugh, why’s my life like this?” You asked yourself as you brushed. 

There was no answer, which only irritated you more. 

It wasn’t the best day, of course, but you decided to dress up a little just so you could feel better—something you did when you felt down, despite not having a reason to dress up. You had to keep yourself occupied, especially when you could hear the cabinets opening and closing in the kitchen, which only made you hyper aware of how Heeseung was so close to you, yet so far away. 

Were you making a big thing out of this? 

You shook your head, grabbing your favourite cherry gloss and applying it over your lips, the lips that kissed Heeseung last night. It was hard not to stare at your lips in the mirror after that, you simply got zoned out yet again. 

You’ve had enough of this, you sighed as you grabbed your phone, getting comfy on your bed yet again as you finally unlocked it, scrolling through the notifications to find something you didn’t expect. 

26 missed calls from Heeseung. 

Did this mean that he was actually worried? Maybe he had something to say? Maybe he wanted to tell you that he didn’t wish to talk to you anymore? Or maybe he simply wanted to confront you about it? 

You were contemplating as you stared at the notifications, almost getting up to ask Heeseung about it, but then another ping of your phone stopped you right before you could go on outside. 

Gyu 🐰: I’m here!! 

Gyu 🐰: Do I ring the bell or will that be disturbing? 

Fuck. 

You had called Beomgyu in for the day, the past few events lingered so hard in your mind that this fully skipped your mind. And he was outside already, which means if he rings the bell then Heeseung would probably be the one to answer the door. 

“Oh no,” you stood up, almost tripping on your feet as you heard the bell ring. 

The door was open by the time you opened the door to your room, only to find Beomgyu and Heeseung right in front of each other. 

“—I didn’t know you lived here,” Beomgyu said, patting Heeseung’s shoulder as you observed them carefully. 

Heeseung had his jaw clenched, his eyes on the flower bouquet that Gyu had oh so conveniently bought for you. That’s exactly when Gyu spotted you, waving at you and saying your name in a cheerful tone, that made Heeseung turn to look at you. 

Only to find you dressed up, as if you got ready for Beomgyu, a scoff leaving his mouth which you missed as you stared at each other for a few seconds, not sure what to say. 

That’s when you simply grabbed Gyu’s arm and dragged him to your room, closing the door behind you as he simply let you do everything with a whipped smile on his face. 

“Oh so we’re moving fast today, hm? You look so fucking pretty by the way—” he started blabbering, making himself feel comfortable on your bed. 

“Shh,” you groaned, “stop please,” you whispered, and that’s when he realized that you were being serious. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, concern evident on his face. 

“A lot,” you said, grabbing his arm and making him face you, “are you ready for some gossip, Gyu?” 

You didn’t give him a chance to reply, telling him everything from the very start as his eyes widened. He let out a scream or two in between which definitely hurt your ears, and you were hiding your face by the time you reached the part where you kissed Heeseung. 

“I’m so jealous right now,” Gyu said out loud and you only gave him a look before continuing, leaving the majority of the part where you touched yourself, but also including the fact that you’ve been sexually frustrated. 

“So that’s what happened,” you said, gulping down and looking up at him. 

He only blinked, once and then twice. 

“So what I’m gathering here is the fact that Heeseung likes you and you, very sadly, like him back. Not to mention how you’re itching to have him fuck you,” he said, counting god knows what on his fingers, “bro really fucked a random girl after being hopelessly in love with you to prove his point, goddamn,” he whispered under his breath. 

“Oh shut up,” you mumbled, pouting at the reminder, “he doesn’t love me.”

“Are you blind? He chased me away each time I tried to approach you,” he said, eyes wide as he tried to tell you how wrong you were, your heart beating faster all of a sudden.  

“I’m gonna kill myself actually.” A groan left your mouth as you covered your face, “I’m so embarrassed, so confused.”

“You know what? You should fuck me to even things out with him,” Gyu said in the most innocent voice ever and you looked up at him yet again. 

“Gyu.”

“Yes?”

“Shut up.”

“Okay.”

He only chuckled, coming closer to you with a mischievous smile, “oh so you wanna fuck Heeseung, hm? Not me? Only Heeseung? Wow, you’re so down bad,” he teased you and you somehow tried to push him away but he only got louder. 

“I’m gonna kill you,” you mumbled as he went on singing something. 

“Heeseung and Y/N sitting under a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g,” He screamed. 

That’s when you got up and started tickling his sides, to which he had an explosive reaction as he fully let out a whine like the subbiest-sub ever, moaning out your name shamelessly as you hit his chest, asking him to shut up and lower his voice. 

But that didn’t stop him from whining again when your fingers accidentally touched the sliver of his tummy, making him giggle like a kid right after, “please—go slow,” he cried out. 

You stopped, looking at him being completely helpless and pouting, which was enough to get a giggle out of you, “oh lord,” you mumbled, shaking your head at his endless antics. 

It certainly did help how he was there to listen to you, and of course, how he randomly suggested playing a game right after he was done whining. 

However, what you didn’t know was that Lee Heeseung had his ear pressed against your door, his timing ever so convenient as he managed to hear whines and groans reverberating your room, that being his last straw as he stomped away, back into his room to possibly throw a vase away or two, but he simply resorted to punching the wall a few times, his blood boiling at the imaginary image of you being intimate with Beomgyu of all people. 

He sighed, punching the wall again, leaning his head against it right after, “this can’t be happening,” he mumbled, getting away and dramatically falling down on his bed with a face that screamed upset. 

Heeseung felt like his life was ruined. 

Beomgyu was living his best life teasing you. 

You felt as if your life was a game as you sat down to play a board game with Gyu.

It was kind of funny how you were playing the game of life. 

It was even funnier when Gyu added a blue peg to your car after you got married at the church and named the peg Heeseung. 

It wasn’t funny that Heeseung had yet again tried to eavesdrop by standing in front of your room, only to hear you and Gyu laughing about something, a clear reminder that he made you laugh, that you enjoyed your time with him.

Heeseung stared at the door as if he couldn’t believe this. 

He had to do something. 

Chapter 9. The thin line between hate and love. 

It was dark outside by the time Gyu left your apartment, peacefully so, as there was no sight of Heeseung when you got out of your room and it gave you enough time to clean up and take yet another shower, getting comfy in your shorts again. 

You weren’t sure what was in your mind anymore, while it was a given that you appreciated the distraction Beomgyu provided you with, you were also confused about everything that’s been happening lately, and even if you did hate confrontations, you wanted to confront Heeseung about this. 

However, it was nearing midnight by the time you realized exactly how hungry you are, munching on snacks did not help you much through the day and you didn’t have much energy to go and cook something for yourself. 

So, you opted for home delivery from one of your comfort food restaurants, happy about the fact that they were quick to deliver your meal, even if it was late at night. You paid the delivery man and headed straight to the kitchen to grab a plate and fork. 

“Hungry, hm?” A deep voice spoke right beside your ear, alarming you as you turned around to look at Heeseung, who didn’t have a hint of a smile on his face, which was an unusual sight as he was always sporting at least a little grin if not more. 

“Hee—” you gulped. 

“—yeah?” He asked, his warm fingertips resting on your chin as he made you look up at him, “look at me.”

You still couldn’t look in his eyes. 

He scoffed, “you’re funny honestly, one second you’re kissing me as if your life depends on it, and the next second you’re fucking another guy,” he said, clicking his tongue before he poked his inner cheek with it. 

You didn’t expect this to happen, and you most certainly weren’t expecting Heeseung to be mad about it. Did he interpret it wrong? You didn’t fuck Beomgyu, but that’s exactly what Heeseung thinks it is that you did the whole day, the whines probably didn’t help, and it was no secret that Gyu was loud in everything he did. 

Heeseung had you caged in his arms again, something he had done quite a few times after he shifted into your apartment, but the proximity never failed to faze you, his scent was as intoxicating as ever, and but at least he had decency to wear a loose fitted t-shirt this time. 

You were zoning out again, but at the same time you were focused on his lips and how bruised they looked, as if he had been biting them out of frustration all day—the same lips you had so desperately kissed just yesterday, the same lips who had taken over your senses. They were so close to you again. 

“Why do you care?” You asked, something you’ve been meaning to ask for a while, your face devoid of emotions. 

“What?” He asked, taken aback by the sudden irritation that your voice now held. 

“Why the fuck do you care, Lee Heeseung? Isn’t this just a game to you, hm? Isn’t that what you’ve been doing all along?” You pointed your finger at him. 

It had started to rain outside, the downpour making the atmosphere seem darker than usual, you weren’t the biggest fan of rain, and the situation only made it worse. 

“Why the fuck do you not understand?” He groaned, his arms on either side of you now as he took a shaky breath in, looking aside for a second as if trying to control his emotions from bursting out, “you think it’s a fucking game to me?”

“What else?” You scoffed, you needed him to say whatever was on his mind, you needed to rile him to the point he couldn’t help but tell you exactly what was going on, “is it not a game that you sabotage every time someone tries to approach me? Or when you keep bothering me with your constant attempt to pick fights? So why’s it a problem that I called Gyu here—”

“—don’t call him that.”

“Why not? Don’t like it? It’s so cute—”

Heeseung scoffed, “did he fuck you that good?” He asked, his blood practically boiling by now. 

You bit your bottom lip, smirking right after, “better than the girl you fucked, seeing how she didn’t come back for more.”

“Yeah, princess. That’s why you wish you were her, right? You watched me fuck her with wide eyes, you gulped your drool down when you saw my dick thrusting into her cunt—you wanted it to be yours, I saw the jealousy in your eyes, baby. You can’t lie to me,” he whispered, his lips caressing yours. 

“Or, you’re jealous cause it wasn’t you who fucked me. Isn’t that what you wanted? Isn’t that why you were moaning my fucking name?” You asked, your head tilted slightly to provoke him even more. 

“Yeah,” he breathed out, making you look up at him in confusion as you saw him being dead serious about what he was saying, his eyes dark, “Yes I’m jealous, I fucking hate it, cause you’re mine.”

“What?” You were taken aback. 

“Why? What’s so surprising, princess?” He chuckled, and you swore the butterflies you felt in your body were going feral, “you’re mine, are you not?” He asked in a whisper. 

The indirect confession hung in the air, the sound of your breathing along with the heavy raindrops was loud, but not louder than your own thoughts. You couldn’t believe this was happening, it’s you who pushed him to confess, but it wasn’t something you had expected. 

There was nothing but sincerity in the way he stared at you, waiting for some kind of reply, and suddenly you were back in fifth grade, trying to make sense of your feelings for the same guy who stood in front of you, your lips parting to say something, but it was hard for you to form words. 

He had you trapped, mentally and physically. Did you belong to him? Did he belong to you? Did you wish to see him with someone else again? The thought was enough to make your blood boil. Did you want him to fuck anyone who wasn’t you—

“Are you fucking mine or not, Y/N—?” He asked and you didn’t let him speak anymore, grabbing him by his shirt as you surged forward in a rush to capture his rosy lips to yours. 

His body reacted just as quick to kiss you back harder, his warm hand gripping your nape to keep you in place, your familiar taste simply had him groaning into your mouth, invading all your senses as you got dizzier in the essence of him, holding on to him tighter as you let yourself go as he sucked on your lips harsh enough for it to be swollen. 

“Mine,” he murmured against your lips, voice deeper than ever as he squeezed your waist, a gasp leaving your mouth, “be good for me, hm?” He said, helping you sit on the kitchen counter right behind you. 

He holds on to your leg, wrapping them around his waist as you pull your body even closer before he kisses you harder, even deeper, making sure that there’s absolutely no space left in between you—he needs to be close to you. Your clothed cunt pressed against him in a way that created the slightest amount of friction as you bucked your hips up in a rush. 

He gladly swallowed all your whines, anger bubbling up about the fact that other people have gotten a chance to hear your pretty noises before him, but not anymore, cause you belonged to Lee Heeseung. 

He was being rough the way he shoved his tongue into your mouth, hungry to taste you again and again, simply because it was impossible for him to get enough of you, your hands roaming all over his body to trace the hard muscles you’ve been feeling up, hidden underneath his T-shirt, the tension lingering, the agitation increasing. You wanted more, you needed more. 

“Say you want it,” he whispered, his forehead pressed against yours as you both took deep breaths, practically breathing each other in, his thumb prodding at your mouth as you swirled your tongue around it, making him groan and push his two digits into your mouth, watching how you suck on them so diligently, a whine leaving your mouth as he pulled the fingers back, depriving you of them, “say it.” 

“What if I don’t?” You clicked your tongue, pushing him back slightly with a smirk on your face, “won’t you touch me then?” You asked, looking at him innocently as you got off the counter, you could feel your panties being wet, walking to him, taking a step further to whisper in his ear, “won’t you fuck me?” You asked, biting his earlobe right after as you heard him suck in a sharp breath. 

With that, you leaned back, walking back to your room as Heeseung stood there for a minute, trying his best to stay in control with his semi hard dick getting in the way, you being a brat wasn’t helping him by any means. A groan left his mouth as he followed you into your room, to find you waiting for him on your bed, sitting comfortably. 

“Were you this much of a brat with Beomgyu too?” He asked, the question itself had him frowning as you chuckled and shook your head no slowly, “ah—no.”

He rolled his eyes, jaw clenched as he lifted his T-shirt up, messing up his hair even more as he threw it away somewhere on the floor, “you’re a spoiled little princess, aren’t you? Don’t worry, love, I’ll make sure you beg for me.” 

You raised your brows, your eyes travelling down to stare at his body shamelessly, your bottom lip bitten as he walked over and climbed on the bed in a way that excited your body to the point that one touch from him would be enough to give you goosebumps. 

“You look cute when you’re jealous, y’know?” You cooed right as he got close to you. 

He didn’t waste any second, pulling your body to him easily so you were sitting right on his lap, his back pressed against the headboard, hands resting on your ass, rubbing gentle circles on it with his thumb as he looked down his nose caressing yours in a touch that made your eyelids flutter shut. 

“Yeah, doll? Let’s see how cute I look when I don’t let you cum, hm?” 

“What?” 

“What? Pretty baby wants to cum?” Heeseung teased, his hand inching upwards in a manner that pushed your t-shirt up just enough so his hand could squeeze your waist, his fingers tracing your skin smoothly. 

You couldn’t focus, not when he knew exactly how to invade all your senses. You liked the game of push and pull, but with how things have been, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer, not when having Heeseung control your body, touching and guiding you, felt so good. It wasn’t as if he knew what made you feel good, yet he was discovering how to make you gasp out of pleasure with ease. 

Your hand on his bare skin only made the atmosphere seem hotter than it actually was. You simply nodded as a reply to his question—you needed to cum. 

“Can’t even use your words now, princess? What happened to your bratty attitude?” Heeseung chuckled against your skin, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your jawline, your body reacting to it almost instantly as you threw your head back, giving him more space to kiss you down your neck. 

You needed to do something, so you lifted your hips slightly, only to sit right on top of his hardened cock, making him groan out against your skin, almost biting your neck which had you whining out loud, your fingers tugging on his hair—something that you had learned would drive him crazy. 

“Can’t control yourself, Lee?” You breathed out as a taunt, letting him bite your earlobe and practically growl out of frustration, licking and swirling his warm tongue on the expanse of your skin again, making you shiver and press down on his cock even more. 

“So fucking needy,” he rasped out, fingers playing with the hem of your shorts now, which was easy with how your legs were spread as you sat on his lap, making you hide your face in his neck, warmth spreading all over your body. 

“Please—fuck!” You cried out, biting on his shoulder as he gently caressed your clothed cunt, making him chuckle even more.

“Please what, princess?” He urged you to speak, even though your voice came out muffled as you pressed your face to his neck, the vibrations of your words making it hard for him to function. 

“Want you,” you finally spoke up. 

“Yeah? Who do you belong to, doll?” He cups your cunt, just to see how your body would react. 

You moaned, hips bucking to get more friction but he only pressed your cunt harder, possessiveness lacing every single one of his touches. 

“You.” Saying it out loud was the only way you could stop the teasing. 

However, you couldn’t deny how you felt butterflies when he finally repeated after you, “that’s right, you’re my pretty little doll. All mine.” 

You nodded meekly, letting him take control of your body as you squirmed under his hold. Heeseung knew he had won as he easily turned you over to help you lay on your back, getting on top of you with ease, staring at you, his chocolate brown eyes sporting a lust filled expression, “I’ll take care of you now.”

He dipped down to pepper kisses over the expanse of your skin, having had enough of your body being fully clothed, he asked if he could take your T-shirt off you and you lazily nodded, watching the most attractive man you’ve ever laid eyes on helping you out of your shirt, scoffing once he learned that you weren’t wearing a bra. 

Suddenly, you were hyper aware of his gaze on your body, your hands working quick to cover your tits with embarrassment flooding your cheeks. However, he was still quicker to grab your wrists, pinning them above your head in a swift go. 

“Never hide your pretty body from me ever again, it’s mine to worship, yeah?” He whispered, his hot breath nuzzling against your lips as you nodded along with him, as if in a trance. 

Your chest heaved up and down with the bubbling excitement in you, your thighs pressed up against each other as the wetness seeped through your panties, soiling your shorts as well. 

Heeseung smirked, “such a good girl when you listen to me,” he praised, eliciting a whine out of you. You never knew a praise would be enough to give you goosebumps. 

The tip of his nose grazed your skin as he stopped right on your throat, licking your sensitive spot with his warm tongue, your back arching as you obliviously gave him more space to kiss and suck on your clavicle as he grinds against you, and you love how he overpowers you. 

Your breath hitches the second his lips reach your torso, right above your left boob, and you’re almost sure he can hear your heart beating out of your ribcage with how much his presence affects you, and he simply looks up at you to press the most daunting yet soothing kiss right above your heart, as if he was trying to get the fact across that it belonged to him now. 

You couldn’t look away, gaze peering down as he covered your nipple with his puckered lips, your moans encouraging him even further as he shamelessly sucked your tits, setting your wrists free to fondle your other tit, squeezing it harshly to see your expression contort into that of pain, but it was full of pleasure instead. 

His thumb played with your nipples, rubbing circles on it gently to get them hard, only to pinch them right after, covering them with his mouth right after to soothe the pain—something you didn’t think you’d find pleasing but you did, especially when you squirmed around and he held you in place with ease. 

Grazing your tits with his teeth had you whimpering, holding on to his arm, digging your nails as you held on to him tight. 

“You like that, baby?” He smirked, hand sneaking down into your panties, your eyes rolling back at the slightest touch of his fingers against your sensitive slit, which was wet with your arousal.

“Taste how wet you get for me, princess,” he muttered, proud of how his two digits were covered with your slick, glistening under the warm, dim lights of your room. 

You parted your lips, pushing your tongue out to let him rest the two of his fingers there as you took him in, swirling your tongue around his slender fingers coated in your wetness. A hum left your mouth at the same time as Heeseung groaned at the sight of you being a sweet little doll for him, doing whatever he says. 

He couldn’t be gentle anymore, he had to taste you. 

“Good girl,” he praised, brushing his thumb on your bottom lip before coating your tits with your saliva, circling your nipples as he placed open mouthed kisses as a trail down your torso, trying his best not to leave any area untouched. 

You mindlessly chanted his name, moaning out in desperation as he got closer to your cunt, looking at you once. He appeared to be a hungry beast, the one who wouldn’t stop once he gets a taste of your cunt—the cunt he’s been dreaming about for so long. 

He made you feel the things you hadn’t ever felt before, sending shivers up your spine with each touch of his. However, he was done being slow with you. As much as he loved to give your tits his undivided attention, he couldn’t leave your desperate little cunt unattended. 

Your shorts were off in a swift go, leaving you almost bare with your panties on, his eyes darkening as he let lust cloud his mind. Holding your thighs open, he made himself comfortable in between them, mumbling about how every inch of you is perfect to him, your toes curling his breath got heavier. 

He pressed an experimental kiss on your inner thigh, squeezing them once he heard your body react to it, a sweet little whimper leaving your swollen lips in the process. You grab a chunk of his hair, pulling on them and crying when he pushed your knees up, biting and sucking on your soft flesh of thigh as a promise that it’ll leave bruise marks. 

His marks all over your body, he needed to mark you up, not even bothering to hide his possessiveness as he mumbled mine under his breath, continuing his ministrations, stopping right in front of your soiled panties, taking a deep breath. 

“Oh princess, you smell so sweet for me,” he said, grabbing the thin fabric of your underwear, pulling them to the side, wrinkling them up without any care. 

You propped yourself up slightly, the sight of Heeseung staring at your cunt as if he’s found treasure which he wishes to devour carnally wasn’t something you had ever thought you’d witness, but here he was, breathing deeply inches away from your cunt, purposely blowing hot breath on your soaked core, trying to agitate you further.  

“Heeseung—fuck! Please,” you groaned, urging him to get closer, to be where you need him the most. 

“Yes, princess?” He asked breathily, dark eyes still fixated on your pussy as he whispered, “pretty.” 

“Please,” you begged feebly. 

“Please what, love?” 

You couldn’t help it anymore, pushing his head into your bucked hips was the easy way to get things going, tugging on his silky roots as you held him in place, a loud moan reverberated the room just as he groaned into your cunt, your eyes fluttering shut at the heavenly sensation you felt all over your body. 

“Fuck, I’ve wanted this from so long,” Heeseung mumbled like a madman, absolutely letting himself go, not holding back as he devoured your cunt, licking and sucking on your folds, commanding your body well as he held your legs open with his strong grip on your thighs.  

Peppering featherlight kisses on your clit, he made you sigh breathily, his name on the tip of your tongue as you kept on whining, even more so when he shoved his face deeper, sucking on your sensitive nub as the warmth of his fingers traced the long strokes on your folds. 

“Love—your—cunt,” he groaned with each lick, pulling you into him, easing your thighs on his sturdy shoulders as he slipped his tongue into your clenching hole, “all mine now, all fucking mine.”

His lips were covered with your arousal, his thumb taking over to rub circles on your clit, sending your over the edge as you tried to get a hold of yourself, but it felt good—the best you’d ever felt, and you could already feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he added more pressure to your poor clit. 

Your legs shook around his head, your cunt clenching as he continued to fuck his tongue deeper and deeper, as much as he could humanly manage. He could have sworn he was drunk, too pussy drunk to even move from there. He was the reason you were this wet, he got you wet, he needed to take care of your cunt and be accountable for the same. 

With his movements getting harsher, it only took a moment longer before you found yourself reaching your high, whines leaving your mouth as you fell apart on his tongue, giving him exactly what he had been so eagerly trying to get out of you. 

Your cum covered the expanse of his skin—lips and chin shining as he licked big stripes of your now overly-sensitive cunt just to make sure he laps up every bit of the juice you so lovingly gave to him, “so fucking beautiful,” he kissed your clit again. 

You took deep breaths, eyes still closed as you savored the moment, Heeseung staring at you with shiny eyes, trying to memorize every bit of your expressions. You looked like an angel to him, a sweet doll who was made to be kept safe with him. He wanted to keep you safe. 

The sight was orgasmic, Heeseung’s raging boner would agree with it, however he wasn’t done having a taste of you, he was greedy by all means, almost as if he got addicted to your taste within seconds, he wanted to taste you again, and again. 

Before you could even register what was going on, Heeseung grabbed your panties from the hem, ripping them into two instead of simply sliding them down your legs, your eyes widening at the sight of your now torn underwear. 

He doesn’t give you much chance to say anything, his lips latched to your sensitive cunt in an instant, your response of moans almost pavlovian, even more so when his digits prodded your entrance. He buried two fingers at once, deep down to the knuckles, loving how you clenched around him uncontrollably, your lewd noises almost pornographic as he continued his ministrations. 

The tip of his nose brushed your clit in the right way, his fingers curling inside you at the same time just for you to try and close your thighs out of sheer pleasure, which overstimulated you, but he was stronger as he held your legs open. 

Heeseung didn’t feel sober by any means, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer either, especially with how he’s absolutely drunk on the essence of your cunt and the melody of your moans. Pressing his clothes cock harder on the mattress, he sped up, fingering you with no resistance, your wetness being the perfect lubricant for him. 

“Doing so well for me, such a good slut for me,” he groaned against your cunt. 

You jolted out of pleasure, his pace and words left your pussy tightening as a signal that your second orgasm was approaching faster than ever, which only encouraged him to eat you out faster, shoving another finger into you as his dick twitched with unadulterated pleasure. 

Heeseung’s name was all you knew as you rode out your orgasm with desperation, tears cascading down your cheek and you swore you saw stars with how hard you came undone, watching him lick you up before he got up, getting rid of his pants and boxers in one go. 

You could only breathe deeply, eyes shamelessly taking in his hardened cock, the tip red and leaking with how much he’d held back all this while. You clumsily tried to get up, your legs still shaking as you sat up, “can I—” you tried to ask, embarrassed. 

“Hm, can you what, princess?” He asked, looking extremely attractive with his hair all over the place, lips cherry red and swollen, still glistening with the remains of your cum all over. 

“Wanna taste you,” your voice was barely a notch above whisper. 

“Oh—fuck. You’re such a pretty little slut for me,” he chuckled with amusement, “yeah? Is that what my doll wants? Want my cock in your sweet little mouth?” He asked, standing right in front of your mouth. 

You nodded, your eyes big and pleading which only had him twitching, even more so when you gently grabbed the base of his cock, placing the faintest kiss on his tip, “a slut for you, yeah,” you mumbled, peppering kisses all over his length as he bit his lip at the sight, adam’s apple bobbing up and down when he gulped. 

With your tongue swirling around the tip, you finally took him in the warmth of your mouth, a loud moan escaping his lips once he saw you with your cheeks hollowed, sucking him in so desperately, your hands massaging his balls simultaneously. He grips the back of your head, holding you in place as you sucked harshly on the tip of his dick, his body shuddering with immense pleasure. 

He was already leaking when he tasted you, but having you on your knees for him, looking up with tears in your eyes as you drooled and whined, sending vibrations up his cock, that was it for him, but you didn’t let him move back, feeling the warm clawing of his orgasm on your tongue as you let him finish inside your mouth. 

He had beads of sweat forming on his forehead by the time he finished, taking deep breaths but still staring at you, eyes full of adoration as you took his cock out of your mouth with a pop. 

“You okay, love?” He asked, sitting down next to you, caressing the curve of your cheek gently. 

You let him sit down next to you, and he did not expect you to open your mouth to show your tongue after you gulped down his cum. 

“Fuck, oh fuck,” he groaned, chuckling right after and cupping your jaw, “we’re so not done here, princess,” he said and your eyes widened. 

“W—what?” You asked, breathing in deeply when he pressed a firm kiss on your lips, not moving back as he spoke. 

“You really thought I’d let you go without fucking that pretty cunt of yours, hm?”

“Heeseung—It’s so sensitive right now,” you whispered, holding on to his arm. 

“Shh, you can take it, right?”

His tone was enticing, the proximity paired with the intoxication Heeseung so eagerly provided had you nodding at his words. No guy had ever made you cum more than once and here Heeseung was, on his way to give you your third orgasm of the night. 

“Yeah,” you whispered. 

“Yeah?” He asked, tone breathy. 

“Yeah, please,” you replied, and he chuckled, pulling you into another rushed kiss, slotting his lips against yours. 

His kisses got harsher as he pushed you down on the bed again, holding you underneath him, your body reacting to him in an instant as you spread your legs further when he pushed his thigh up, pressing it on your cunt. 

You moaned into his mouth, he swallowed every bit of it, almost greedy as if he didn’t want anyone else to even hear how pretty you sound. It was just for him, you were made for him. 

“Ready, baby?” Heeseung asked, rubbing the tip of his cock against your pussy, the wetness lubricating his length as he stroked himself a few times, looking back at you when you nodded, “are you sure?” 

“Hm—yeah. Are you?” You asked back. 

“Never been more ready for anything, princess,” he whispered, dipping down to press his lips against yours. 

He wastes zero time, both your eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy as he pushed himself into your needy hole, your back arching as you both shifted to be closer to each other, the stretch of his thickness was almost delicious and you couldn’t help but dig your nails on his back, trying to get a hold of yourself. 

Heeseung moans out loud without any care, the way your walls gripped his bulbous size, “fucking hell you feel so good,” he cursed out loud. 

Bottoming out was easy with how aroused you were, your wetness making him slide in deeper than any cock you’ve ever taken before. It felt straight out of a wet dream how Heeseung looked at you with hooded eyes, a smirk forming on his face at your obvious pleasure filled expression. 

“You see this, princess?” He pulled back, thrusting in harder as you mewled, his hand coming to rest right on top of your abdomen, pressing down right there just enough so he could feel his cock bulge, “told you it’d reach right here.” He chuckled. 

“You’re crazy,” you cried out, “so fucking b—big.”

“And you love it,” he hisses as you clench up around him, moaning and agreeing with whatever your pretty boy had to say. 

Ramming into your hole made your tits bounce with each hard thrust of his, tempting him enough to reach forward to capture your nipple between his lips, sucking on them with no gentleness.  

You tug on his hair, something that you knew would drive him insane. He practically growled, biting your nipple and sucking on it, littering marks all around your chest all while pistoning into you. 

“Mine, you’re fucking mine,” he mumbled, the sound of skin slapping resonating the room, which was the prettiest sound Heeseung had ever heard, simply because it was a harmony of you and him, adding your whines and moans to the mix only made it better. 

“God—Heeseung,” you struggled to breathe, now gripping your sheets as he abused your pussy, almost demonic in a way—something you really needed to satiate your desires, which Heeseung was fulfilling oh so beautifully. 

Just when you thought it wouldn’t get any better, Heeseung pushed two of his fingers right on your sensitive bundle of nerves, working them in circles as if he was a professional and you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore. 

“Did I say you were allowed to look away?” Heeseung asked, coming closer to your face, however you could barely form a reply, which had him scoffing and stopping his actions, finally getting a cry out of you as you looked at him. 

“That’s a good doll, keep your eyes on me, yeah?” He whispered, sinking in impossibly deeper as you let your tears out, which turned him on even more than he thought was possible, “love how wet you get for me, shit—you feel so fucking good for me,” he said, dragging his tongue up your cheek, gathering your salty tears and licking them up. 

You loved every second of this, his hand coming to slap your ass, grabbing a fistful of it to grope you harder while you absolutely let yourself submit to him, his dirty words only making you clench harder, your skin burning with the traces of his touch all over. 

You felt like you were being split open as he rambled about how good you felt, it was addicting how your name rolled off his tongue in a possessive moan as he fucked you with pure need, also kissing you from time to time, his forehead pressed against yours as he stimulated your clit faster. 

The room felt misty almost, but that was just the essence of you both being ever so desperate with each other, like your friends had always said—you needed to fuck it out. 

And Heeseung was doing a splendid job at it, your legs twitching at this point with how sensitive your body was, body too fucked out, words not making any sense minus the few weak moans of Heeseung’s name. 

You were so turned on, you didn’t want this to end but it was beyond impossible for you to hold yourself any longer, “gonna—gonna cum, please,” you begged, grabbing his face and pulling him into a kiss as he grunted out. 

“Yeah, kitten? Gonna cum for me? Do it, baby,” he whispered. 

His strong arms held you in place, pushing himself deep in your pulsing pussy as if you were a toy to him, but his kisses said otherwise, they were full of longing and endless desire, and he never wished to stop. 

With a deep breath, you pulsated around him, leaking around his size with each aggressive pounding he gave you, and before you knew it, you were squirting all over his cock, ruining your bedsheets and surprising Heeseung who only rubbed your clit harder. 

“Fuck—you’re so hot,” he groaned, a final thrust shooting his load of cum inside your cunt, staying right there as you both breathed the same air, taking a few minutes to lay side by side when he pulled out, the mixture of your cum dripping down your cunt. 

Heeseung still held on to you, his arms wrapping your body close to him, patting your back gently, “you okay, love? You did so well for me,” he mumbled, kissing your forehead. 

A newfound warmth spread your body as you witnessed Heeseung being genuinely sweet to you, a small smile caressing your face as you nodded, snuggling close to him and he let you do that, whispering praises in your ear, making you laugh and laughing along with you. 

He knew you both couldn’t sleep on your bed for the night, so he asked you if you wished to sleep with him, and it somehow left you shy as you said yes. Getting up was hard when your legs felt wobbly, but Heeseung was strong enough to help you up and go to the washroom with you. 

You both were silent as he helped you sit on the marble counter of the washbasin, grabbing your towel and dampening it with lukewarm water, you simply observed him being absolutely concentrated, devoted almost with how he cleaned you up, a pout forming on his lips as he did so. 

It was endearing how soft he was all of a sudden, and you needed him to speak up and talk about everything that’s been happening with you both, the mixed signals, the teasing, the jealousy, and of course, the intimate moment you just shared, it needs to be discussed. 

You stayed mum, observing him till he was satisfied cleaning you, asking if you felt okay, comfortable with him. Nodding with a little smile was enough of an answer for him, as he made sure to dress you up in the comfiest oversized t-shirt he owned, and soon you were both getting comfortable under his blanket.

That’s when you decided to finally talk to him about the whole situation. 

“So—” you started, slight awkwardness in your voice as Heeseung turned to look at you, his face practically shining. 

“Uh—why did you like—hate me? Or did whatever you did to—”

“Woah woah, calm down, baby,” he said, clearly noticing the panic in your voice. 

You were never the one to confront. 

“I never hated you, how could I? You just ignored me from the fifth grade and I didn’t know what to do—” he paused, as if ashamed of himself in a way. 

“You hated me, Heeseung,” you said, eyes widening at the accusation. 

“Me?”

“Yeah, don’t you remember?”

“No,” he dragged, as if trying to think of where it went wrong. 

You sat up straighter, wincing slightly due to the obvious soreness between your legs, looking at him, “wow, you really don’t know?”

Heeseung looked lost as ever.  

“Fifth grade, the house party? The so-called biggest party of the year? You don’t remember playing truth and dare?” You asked, looking up at him with big eyes which he found so adorable. 

“Oh, yeah. That’s the party we went to but then you started ignoring me after it,” Heeseung spoke, wondering what went wrong. 

“God, you really are so clueless. We all went together, you and our group, we never really talked much but—but I had a little crush on you—hey! Don’t smirk, so yeah,” you continued and he chuckled. 

What you didn’t know was that he was feeling all sorts of giddy deep inside. You liked him? You? The girl he’s always wanted, liked him back? 

“You were asked this question in front of every single person we knew,” you said, a sad pout on your face, “to name someone you’d be willing to kiss in that room.”

Heeseung finally understood where you were heading but you didn’t let him interrupt, resting your finger on his lips. 

“You know what you said?”

“I didn’t mean it that way—”

“Do you really remember what you said?” Your voice was louder now, a genuine look of disbelief on your face, “you said you’d kiss anyone in that room but me.”

There was haunting silence as you finished your sentence, you tried to sit up, only for your legs to give out as you fell directly into Heeseung’s arms. This shut you up in a second before you gulped and folded your arms, face heating up regardless of the whole situation, which almost felt comical at this point. 

Then you started whining and complaining about how humiliating the situation was, a clear sign that Heeseung absolutely hated her and how she had to run away from the party with a heavy heart feeling hurt, as her crush had practically rejected her. 

In front of everyone at that. 

“Listen to me,” he said, voice deep and eyes earnest as he grabbed your arms, making sure your whole attention was on him. 

“You never used to look at me, even then. Whenever I tried to, someone would get in between us. That day—I truly wanted to ask you out.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I do think I said it the wrong way. I knew you hadn’t had your first kiss,” he said, looking elsewhere for a second, “and I knew if I took your name then they’d make me kiss you as the dare right after. I didn’t want our first kiss to be like that, in front of everyone, as a dare.”

“You cannot be serious,” you muttered in complete amusement. 

“But you ran out of the party and stopped talking to me altogether so I had to resort to other ways—”

“Like pranking and bothering me?”

“—well, it did help me get your attention, didn’t it?” He smirked, and you scoffed. 

“You’re such a duffer, Lee Heeseung,” you chuckled, still not over the fact that all of this hatred, jealousy, pranks, and well, weird but angry arguments, were all based on what?

A misunderstanding. 

You both stared at each other for a few seconds before bursting into laughter, him pulling you close as you felt his chest vibrate, chuckling over this ridiculously stupid misunderstanding. 

“So, you’ve liked me all along, huh?” He teased, and you pushed him away with a chuckle, mustering a stoic expression. 

“Don’t even start, Lee Heeseung. You have been bothering me because you liked me but didn’t have the balls to say it!” You laughed and he looked offended. 

“Excuse me?” He raised his eyebrow, tickling you all over with a smile as you squirmed, laughing uncontrollably before hitting on his arm a few times. 

“Wait—wait! I have to tell you something,” you said, trying to sit up again. 

“Yeah, princess?” He whispered. 

“So, about what happened—”

“God, you look so pretty,” Heeseung said out of nowhere, staring at you with heart eyes, making you smile shyly. 

If the past you would look at yourself, you’d probably end up throwing up with how cheesy it looked, yet right now, in the moment, everything felt right with Heeseung. 

“Anyway.” You shook your head before looking at him sheepishly, “remember when Beomgyu came home right?”

Heeseung frowned at the mention of his name. 

“We—didn’t have sex,” You let out. 

“What?” He practically exclaimed, “he didn’t touch you? You didn’t do anything? But I heard—”

“Yeah he was bothering me so I tickled him and he moaned—but wait, you were listening to us? Eavesdropping?” You asked, “oh you were that jealous? Couldn’t help but listen pathetically from behind the closed doors—”

He shut you up by kissing you again, not stopping as you pulled him closer with a smile. 

“You’re crazy,” Heeseung breathed out and you knew he meant it in a good way. 

“And you’re mine,” you smiled, gently rubbing your nose against his. 

“So fucking yours.” He mirrored your expression, pulling you in for a sweet kiss. 

At that moment, you truly felt happy. 

And that’s all that mattered. 

Chapter 10: I saw it coming. 

It’s baffling. 

Transitioning from your so-called enemies to future potential lovers. The bickering is still there, however, now it results in a passionate makeout session and more. 

Apparently Heeseung was hellbent on fucking you in every corner of your house, till everyone came back that is. He wouldn’t even sleep in separate rooms, sticking by your side as if his life depended on it, even offering to shower with you saying—“it saves water” only for him to fuck you in there. 

It was surprising each time Heeseung acted cheesy in front of you, making food for you, only to feed you with his own hands. He, the one who acted all tough and nonchalant in front of others, was the same guy who begged you for cuddles, head pats, kisses. 

You had never thought he would ever be willing to sit down and watch Barbie movies with you but yet again, he proved you wrong. He was so loving, as if it came naturally to him, which was a surprise given he never had a girlfriend before. 

He had the biggest pout on his face as you laughed with your whole heart, holding the couple keychain Heeseung insisted you have. As cheesy as it got, you loved it, and he loved seeing you smile. 

Especially when he was the one who made you smile. 

“Does this mean we’re dating now?”

“W—what? Are we not?” Heeseung asked, slightly taken aback and you chuckled. 

“Well, you didn’t ask me to be your girlfriend yet,” you mumbled. 

“Oh, okay then let me do it right now,” he said, getting down on one knee with the keychain in his hand, “will you, Y/N, make me the happiest man alive and let me be your boyfriend?” He asked, with glittering eyes. 

You rolled your eyes affectionately, “you’re so cute, Lee Heeseung, and yes, I allow you to be my boyfriend,” you smiled, pecking his lips softly. 

However, being so engrossed in your own little world now, you both forgot something highly important that was going to happen today. 

Your friends were literally standing outside the apartment, opening the door, as you and Heeseung casually sat on the couch, practically eating each other’s faces off. 

Safe to say, the reaction was no less than explosive, especially the scream that left their mouths, a look of pure horror gracing their faces, your expression mirroring their own, as if you got caught doing something illegal. 

Everyone was shocked, minus Sunghoon, who simply leaned against the door with his arms folded and a knowing smirk on his face. 

“Told ya they’d be fucking by the time we come back.”

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