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‎The next morning, you called Jake while speed-walking to work, coffee sloshing dangerously in your cup.

‎“Dude,” you said before he could even say hello, “I need a new place. Like immediately.”

‎Jake snorted. “Good morning to you too.”

‎“I’m serious. My roommate is a drunk disaster and I genuinely think I’m one bad night away from becoming a true crime documentary.”‎

That got his attention.

‎“What happened?”

‎“Nothing happened,” you said quickly. “That’s the problem. I keep waiting for something to happen.”

‎There was a brief silence on the other end.

‎Then-

‎“Actually…” Jake dragged the word out thoughtfully. “I think I know someone.”‎ You nearly cried from relief right there on the sidewalk.

‎“My friend Heeseung’s roommate moved out recently. Moved in with his girlfriend or something. He’s looking for someone to take the spare room.”

‎“Is it affordable?”

‎“Shockingly.”

‎“Is it clean?”

‎“Very.”

‎“Does he murder people?”

‎Jake laughed. “Not that I know of.”

‎“Perfect. Send me the address.”

‎“Wait,” Jake said quickly, “there’s something you should probably know first—”

‎“Jake, I love you,” you interrupted. “You’re a lifesaver.” ‎And then you hung up before he could finish.‎

The apartment building was only twelve minutes away from your office.

‎Twelve.

‎You almost wanted to kiss the sidewalk.‎

The building itself was modern and quiet-looking, all clean windows and soft lighting in the lobby. The kind of place where people probably recycled properly and didn’t blast EDM at three in the morning.‎

Already an upgrade.

‎You stood outside apartment 407, suddenly aware of your heartbeat.‎

Then you rang the bell.

‎A few seconds later, the door opened. ‎And your brain stopped functioning entirely.

‎Oh.

‎Oh no.

‎Jake had failed to mention that his friend looked like that. ‎Tall enough that you had to tilt your head slightly upward. Broad shoulders filling out a black t-shirt that looked soft enough to ruin lives. ‎Dark hair falling messily over his forehead like he’d pushed his fingers through it one too many times.

Sharp eyes. ‎

Really sharp eyes.‎ The kind that lingered.

‎“You’re Jake’s friend?”

‎His voice was low and rough around the edges, like he’d just woken up.

‎You swallowed.

‎“Y-yeah.”

‎Smooth.‎ Very smooth.

‎“I’m here about the room.”

‎For a second, he simply looked at you.‎ Not in a rude way.

‎Just… quietly observant.‎ Then he stepped aside.

‎“Come in.”

‎The apartment was nicer than you expected.‎

Warm lighting.

Clean counters.

A gray couch facing a large TV.

Plants near the windows that somehow looked alive, which meant someone here was capable of responsibility. ‎Probably not you.

‎“Kitchen’s yours whenever,” Heeseung said as you walked further inside. “Bathroom cabinet’s split down the middle. And the room’s this way.”

‎You followed him down the hallway, hyperaware of how close he was. ‎

The room itself wasn’t huge, but it was perfect, Enough space for your bed and desk.

A decent closet. Big window. Natural light.

‎Heeseung leaned against the doorframe while you looked around.

‎“It’s not anything fancy,” he said. “But it’s decent.”

‎You turned toward him immediately.‎ “I’ll take it.”

‎One eyebrow lifted slightly.‎ “You don’t want to think about it first?”

‎“Nope.”

‎“You sure?”

‎“Yes.”

‎His mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile.

‎“Alright then.”

‎You signed the papers that same evening.

‎Heeseung explained the basics while you filled things out at the kitchen counter.‎

Rent due at the beginning of the month.‎

No smoking inside.

‎Take your shoes off near the entrance because apparently the downstairs neighbor complained about footsteps once and never emotionally recovered from it.

‎Simple.‎ Easy. ‎Normal.

‎Before you left, Heeseung glanced at his phone and sighed quietly.

‎“I won’t be home tomorrow,” he said. “Work thing. So you can move in without me getting in the way.”

‎“That’s actually perfect.” ‎He nodded once.‎ Then his gaze flicked toward you again briefly, unreadable.

‎“See you tomorrow.”

‎—

‎Moving day felt like breathing properly for the first time in months. ‎You unpacked everything slowly, taking your time decorating your room exactly how you wanted.‎ String lights. ‎Soft blankets.‎ Your favorite books stacked neatly beside the bed.

‎By evening, your room finally looked like yours.

‎‎After a long shower, you changed into oversized sleep clothes and nearly melted into relief when you crawled into bed.

‎No yelling.‎ No music.‎ No drunk strangers.

‎You were halfway to your bedroom door after grabbing water from the kitchen when the front door suddenly opened.

‎You froze.‎

Heeseung walked inside.‎

But he wasn’t alone.

‎A girl was wrapped around him before the door had even fully shut, kissing him like she’d been starving for it. Her hands tangled in his hair while his gripped her waist hard enough to pull a gasp from her mouth.

‎“Oh my god,” she breathed against his lips.‎ Heeseung laughed softly — low and dangerous.

‎Your face immediately burned. ‎You should leave.

‎Instead, your feet stayed rooted to the floor for two horrifying seconds while Heeseung backed her against the wall and kissed her again, slower this time.

‎His hand disappeared under her shirt.‎ She made a sound that went straight through you.

‎Then his eyes lifted. ‎

And met yours.‎

Everything stopped.

‎For half a second, neither of you moved.

‎The girl was still clinging to him, too distracted to notice.‎ You felt heat crawl violently up your neck.

‎“Sorry,” you blurted out.

‎You practically fled down the hallway and locked yourself in your bedroom like your life depended on it.

‎What the actual fuck.‎ What the fuck was that?

‎Maybe he didn’t even see you properly.‎ Maybe—

‎A muffled moan echoed through the wall. ‎Your eyes widened. ‎Oh, you had to be kidding.

‎You threw yourself into bed and pulled a pillow over your head.‎

It did absolutely nothing. ‎Every sound slipped through them effortlessly.‎ The couch creaking rhythmically.‎ Soft gasps. ‎His voice — lower now, rough enough that it curled strangely in your stomach.

‎“Yeah?” you heard faintly. “That feel good?” ‎You nearly died on the spot.‎

You shoved your earbuds in so aggressively one almost fell out.‎

You tried to sleep.

You really did.‎

But the walls were thin.‎

Extremely thin that You could hear everything.‎ Her breathy moans.

His deep, husky groans.

The wet sounds.

‎This could not be your life.

‎And yet somehow, despite your embarrassment and horror and genuine desire to evaporate into dust—‎Your heart wouldn’t calm down.

‎—

‎The next morning, sunlight spilled across the kitchen while you stood half-awake beside the coffee machine.‎ You were still mentally recovering from the previous night when the hallway door opened.

‎A gorgeous girl walked out.‎

Behind her came Heeseung.‎

Shirtless.‎

Fresh from the shower.

‎Your brain short-circuited for the second time in less than twenty-four hours.‎ Water still clung to his skin. His dark hair was damp, pushed loosely away from his forehead, and gray sweatpants hung dangerously low on his hips.

‎You stared at your coffee like it had personally betrayed you.

‎“Text me later,” the girl said with a grin.‎ Heeseung leaned down and kissed her lazily.

‎“Drive safe.” ‎Then the door shut behind her.‎

Silence settled.‎

And slowly—‎Heeseung turned toward you.

‎There it was again.‎ That stupidly attractive half-smile.

‎“Morning.”

‎“Morning,” you squeaked..

‎He walked toward the fridge completely unbothered by the fact that he looked like a problem specifically designed to ruin your peace.

‎“How was moving in yesterday?” he asked casually while grabbing a water bottle. “Sorry I couldn’t help.”

‎“It’s okay. I managed.”

‎“Good.”‎ He twisted the bottle cap open, taking a long drink before glancing at you again.

‎“I hope I didn’t disturb you last night.”

‎You nearly inhaled your own tongue.‎

“I didn’t hear anything.” ‎A pause.‎ Then one corner of his mouth lifted slowly.‎

Like he knew you were lying.

‎“Right.”‎ Heat flooded your face instantly.

‎Heeseung leaned against the counter across from you, arms crossing over his chest.‎ “We should probably set some roommate rules.”

‎You nodded quickly.

‎He started listing them casually.

‎Laundry schedule.‎ Cleaning rotation. ‎No surprise guests for longer than a week.

‎Then you cleared your throat awkwardly.

‎“I’d also appreciate,” you said carefully, “if there weren’t drunk people screaming in the apartment at three a.m.”

‎His expression softened slightly.

‎“Fair enough.” ‎You relaxed a little.

‎Then he added casually:‎ “I do bring girls over pretty often, though.” ‎Your spoon stopped moving.

‎“The walls are thin,” he continued, voice smooth. “So you might wanna invest in better headphones.”

‎The way he said it felt intentional.‎

Teasing.‎

Dangerously close to flirting. ‎

You looked up despite yourself.‎

Big mistake.‎

Heeseung was already watching you. ‎

Completely focused.‎ Like he was waiting to see how you’d react. ‎

‎“I’ll survive,” you said.

‎His smile deepened slowly.

‎“We’ll see.” ‎The words followed you like a promise.

‎—

‎The apartment was quiet for most of the evening since you returned from work.‎ You tried not to think about him while unpacking the last few boxes scattered around your room. ‎Tried not to think about the way his wet hair had curled slightly at the ends this morning. ‎It irritated you.‎ Mostly because your body seemed determined to betray you every single time he walked into a room.

‎By midnight, you were buried under your blankets scrolling mindlessly through your phone, half-asleep already. ‎

Then you heard the front door open.‎

Your stomach dropped instantly.

‎A girl laughed softly from the hallway.‎ Heeseung said something too low for you to hear, followed by another laugh — quieter this time, more breathless.‎

Then came the sound of kissing.‎ Your thumb froze against your screen.‎ It was impossible not to hear.‎ ‎

The kind of kissing that sounded like they’d barely made it through the front door before losing patience completely.‎ You squeezed your eyes shut. ‎Ignore it.‎....Just ignore it.

‎A soft thud hit the wall outside your room, followed by a muffled gasp.‎ “Fuck,” the girl whispered breathlessly.‎

Your heartbeat stumbled.‎ You could practically picture it without meaning to — Heeseung pressing her against the hallway wall, one large hand on her waist while she tangled herself around him. His head tilted down. His mouth moving slow and filthy against hers.

‎“Someone’s impatient tonight,” he murmured.‎ His voice traveled through the thin walls far too clearly. ‎‎Heat pooled embarrassingly low in your stomach.‎

You threw your blanket over your head like that would somehow help.

‎It didn’t.‎

Their footsteps moved toward the living room. ‎Then the couch creaked loudly. ‎You stared at the ceiling in horror.

‎No way.‎

Not again.‎

A breathy moan slipped through the wall.‎ Another...

‎Then his voice again, softer now — the kind of tone that made your skin prickle.‎ Your entire body went rigid.

‎You should put your headphones in.

‎You should turn on music.‎

You should literally do anything except lie there listening.‎

Instead, you stayed perfectly still beneath your blankets, pulse racing harder with every sound that drifted down the hallway.‎ The couch shifted rhythmically.‎ The girl let out another broken moan.‎ Every noise felt vivid enough to crawl beneath your skin.

‎ And the worst part?‎ Your body reacted before your brain could stop it.‎ Heat spread slowly between your thighs. ‎You pressed them together immediately, horrified.

‎No....

‎You were not getting turned on by your roommate having sex ten feet away from you. ‎

Another sharp gasp echoed through the wall.

‎God. ‎

The walls really were thin.‎

You buried your face into your pillow with a frustrated groan, trying desperately not to imagine his hands, his mouth, the way he probably looked hovering over someone with that same dark stare he always gave you.‎ The sounds only continued..

‎By the time the apartment finally fell silent, your heart was still pounding hard enough to keep you awake for another hour.

‎—

‎The second night was somehow worse. ‎Maybe because now you knew exactly what to expect.‎ Or maybe because Heeseung seemed completely aware of the effect he had on people. ‎

Including you.‎

Which was deeply unfortunate.

‎You had just stepped out of the shower when you heard the apartment door unlock around midnight.‎ Steam still clung to your skin as you rubbed your towel through your damp hair. You wore nothing but an oversized t-shirt and panties, too tired to bother finding actual sleep shorts yet.

‎Then laughter drifted into the apartment.

‎Female.

‎Oh my god.‎..Again?‎

You took exactly one step toward your bedroom before the front door swung fully open.‎

And there he was. ‎

Heeseung walked inside with a girl wrapped around him like she physically couldn’t stand being more than two inches away from him. ‎Long dark hair cascading over her shoulders. Sharp eyeliner. Tiny black dress hugging every curve of her body.

Wait ‎- isn't that minjeong?

‎Heeseung barely managed to kick the door shut before kissing her.‎ The girl gasped softly as he backed her against the wall, one hand gripping her waist while the other slid down her thigh.

‎“Missed you,” she whispered against his mouth.‎

Heeseung laughed quietly.‎ “Yeah?”‎ Then he lifted her leg around his hip effortlessly. ‎

You nearly stopped breathing.

‎You should leave.‎

Instead, you stared.‎ Mesmerized in the worst possible way. ‎Heeseung’s head dipped toward her neck slowly, lips brushing her skin while she tilted her head back with a soft moan. ‎Then he guided her toward his bedroom, fingers hooked around her thigh possessively as they disappeared behind the door.

‎Silence lasted exactly three seconds.

‎Then—‎“Oh my god—”‎ And then the real torture began.

‎Minjeong was loud. ‎Shamelessly loud.‎ The headboard hit the shared wall with a loud bang.‎ Your eyes widened.‎ You had to be cursed.

‎“Heeseung—”‎The moan echoed shamelessly through the apartment.‎ You grabbed your pillow aggressively and screamed into it.‎ It did nothing.‎ Nothing could save you from this. ‎The wet slap of skin.‎ His low groans breaking occasionally into quiet curses that made your stomach tighten embarrassingly hard.

‎And his voice—‎God, his voice.‎

You physically felt your thighs press together.‎ Your body betrayed you instantly.‎ Heat spread lower and lower until your entire face burned with humiliation.

‎You hated this.‎ Hated how easy it was to picture him.‎ The broad shoulders.‎ The messy black hair falling into his eyes.‎ The silver necklace resting against tan skin while he hovered over someone else.‎ Your breathing turned uneven.‎ You shifted beneath your blankets restlessly, squeezing your eyes shut.

‎Ignore it. ‎

Ignore it.

‎Ignore—‎A loud moan cut through the wall.

‎ Without fully meaning to, your hand slipped slowly beneath the blanket.‎ Just for relief. ‎Just enough to stop feeling so painfully aware of your own body.‎ Your fingers brushed between your thighs and you nearly choked.‎ You were soaked.‎

Heat flooded your face instantly. ‎“Oh my god,” you whispered to yourself.

‎You imagined those hands touching you instead.‎ Imagined his voice in your ear instead of through the wall.‎ Your fingers moved carefully at first, hesitant and embarrassed, but the sounds coming from his room made it impossible to think properly.‎ ‎The pace of the bed grew faster.‎ Minjeong’s moans turned louder, more broken.‎ Your body followed helplessly.‎ Every sound pushed you closer to the edge.

‎You bit down hard on your lip to stay quiet, trembling beneath your blankets while pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your stomach. ‎Your orgasm hit hard enough to make your thighs shake.‎ You buried your face into the pillow immediately to muffle the sound that escaped you, chest heaving while frustration and humiliation crashed together inside your ribs.

‎Because this was insane.‎

Actually insane.‎

You had known this man for less than a week.‎ And somehow he was already ruining you without even touching you.‎..

—‎

The next morning, you woke up determined to avoid him.‎ Which should have been easy.‎ Except fate clearly hated you.‎ You shuffled into the kitchen quietly, hoping to grab coffee before escaping to work unnoticed.‎ Instead, you nearly walked directly into Heeseung.

‎ Your brain stopped functioning instantly.‎ He stood near the stove shirtless, flipping toast lazily in a pair of gray sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips. ‎

The silver Chrome Hearts necklace resting against his chest caught the morning light every time he moved. ‎Your eyes lingered for one fatal second too long. ‎Because his chest was unfair.‎ Broad shoulders. Defined stomach. Tan skin scattered with faint red scratches that disappeared beneath the waistband of his sweatpants.‎ Evidence of last night.‎ Your face immediately heated.

‎“Morning,” he said casually.‎ Like he hadn’t completely destroyed your sanity through a shared wall six hours ago.

‎“Morning,” you croaked.‎ He glanced over his shoulder at you while reaching for a mug.‎ And then—‎His eyes narrowed slightly.‎ A slow smirk appeared.

‎Oh no.

‎“You look tired.”‎ You nearly dropped your phone.

‎“I’m not.”

‎“Hm.”‎ He sounded unconvinced.‎ Very unconvinced.‎ You moved quickly toward the coffee machine before he could say anything else.‎ Unfortunately, Heeseung seemed to enjoy your suffering. ‎A lot.

‎“Sleep okay?” he asked lightly.

‎“Yes.” ‎Lie.

‎A soft laugh left him.‎ You refused to turn around.‎ The smell of toast drifted through the kitchen while silence stretched between you awkwardly.

‎Then Heeseung spoke again..

‎“By the way… you froze last night when I came in with Minjeong. Looked like you saw a ghost.”‎ Your heart skipped.‎

You hesitated, then muttered, “I… used to know her. We made out once. A few years ago.”

‎Heeseung choked on his coffee.‎ He set the mug down, staring at you with wide eyes.‎ “You what?”

‎Your face burned instantly.‎

“It was years ago,” you muttered quickly. “At a party.”‎ Heeseung was staring at you differently. ‎

Not badly.‎

Worse. ‎Interested.‎ Something unreadable flickered behind his dark eyes as he set his mug down carefully.

‎“Wow,” he said softly.‎ Heat crept slowly up your neck.

‎“You say that like it’s shocking.”

‎“I mean…” His mouth curved slightly. “Didn’t expect it.”‎ You rolled your eyes immediately.

‎“What does that even mean?” ‎His eyebrows lifted slowly.

‎“Wait… so you’re into girls?” ‎You shrugged, trying to act nonchalant even though your face was burning.

‎“Let's say I’m bisexual. It was three years ago. Not that deep.”‎

For a moment, Heeseung just looked at you, something unreadable flickering in his dark eyes. Then his lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile.

‎“Woah… that’s hot. I didn’t know you were like that.” He stepped closer, voice dropping.

‎“Tell me… what did you two do?” he asked casually. ‎

Your eyes widened.

‎“Oh my god.”

‎“What?” he said innocently.

‎“You’re such a pervert.”‎ He laughed quietly. ‎Deep.

‎“But now I’m curious.”

‎“You do realize that’s weird, right?”

‎“Probably.”‎ He stepped even closer. ‎Close enough that you could smell his body wash again — clean and expensive underneath the faint trace of last night lingering on his skin.‎‎ The necklace resting against his chest shifted slightly when he leaned against the counter beside you.

‎“But you look so straight the way you were staring at my abs earlier,” he murmured, thumb brushing your hip.

“Or was that my imagination?” ‎Your breath hitched. You could feel the heat radiating from his body. For a second, neither of you moved.‎ Then you pulled away abruptly.

‎“I was not.”

‎“I could never be attracted to someone who changes girls every night,” you mumbled, grabbing your toast and heading for the door.

‎“You were.” ‎His voice dropped lower.

‎“Pretty sure your eyes were glued right here.” ‎He tapped lightly just below his ribs.‎

‎“That’s literally not true.”

‎“Hm.” ‎His fingers brushed suddenly against your waist. ‎Barely there.‎ But enough to make your breath catch. ‎The touch felt deliberate.‎ Testing.‎ Your stomach tightened violently.‎ Heeseung noticed immediately. ‎A slow smile spread across his face.

‎“Interesting.”

‎“Stop doing that.”

‎“Doing what?”

‎“This.” You gestured vaguely between the two of you. “Flirting.”‎ His eyebrows lifted slightly.

‎“You think I’m flirting with you?” ‎The question made your chest tighten unexpectedly.‎ Because suddenly you weren’t sure.‎ You opened your mouth.‎ Closed it again.‎ And Heeseung smiled like he’d won something.

‎“You’re cute when you get nervous,” he said softly.‎ Your brain short-circuited.‎ You stepped back so quickly you almost bumped into the counter.

‎“I could never like someone who changes girls every night,” you blurted out.‎ The words hung awkwardly in the air.‎ For a second, Heeseung just looked at you.‎ Then he laughed.‎ Low and amused.‎ Not offended in the slightest.

‎“Cute,” he repeated.‎ Your face burned hotter.‎ You grabbed your toast aggressively before escaping the kitchen as fast as your dignity would allow.

‎

The days blurred into a dangerous routine. ‎You threw yourself into work at the advertising agency, designing campaigns late into the evening just to avoid being home when Heeseung returned. But no matter how late you stayed, you always came back to the same apartment.‎ And almost every other night, he brought someone home.‎ a new girl — different hair, different voice, same desperate moans that pierced straight through the thin walls. You started keeping earphones on your nightstand like a weapon, but more often than not, you found yourself abandoning them.‎ Because the ache had become unbearable.‎

One particularly bad Friday night, after listening to Heeseung fuck a girl so thoroughly that she screamed his name loud enough to wake the neighbors, you couldn’t take it anymore.

‎You opened a new tab on your phone with trembling fingers and searched for “quiet vibrator.” Thirty minutes later, you were standing outside a 24-hour convenience store near the station, buying the discreet pink bullet vibrator with flushed cheeks and a racing heart.‎

When you got home, the apartment was finally quiet. ‎Heeseung’s door was closed. ‎You slipped into your room, locked the door, and pulled the small toy out of the packaging.

‎You felt ridiculous. ‎Pathetic, even. ‎But the frustration had been building for weeks.

‎You lay back on your bed, pulled your shorts down, and turned the vibrator on the lowest setting. The soft buzz filled the room. ‎The moment it touched your clit, your back arched off the mattress.

‎“Fuck…” you whispered.‎ You closed your eyes and let the fantasies take over.‎ It was Heeseung’s hands instead of silicone. ‎His long fingers. ‎That necklace dangling above you as he hovered over your body. ‎His low, raspy voice whispering filthy....You turned the speed higher.‎ Your hips rolled against the toy, chasing the pleasure as you remembered every moan you’d heard through the wall — the way he groaned when he was close. Your free hand gripped the sheets as the pressure built fast and overwhelming.‎ When you came, it hit you like a wave — thighs shaking, lips parted in a silent cry, back bowing off the bed. ‎

For a few blissful seconds, the frustration finally eased.‎ But the relief never lasted long.

‎ ‎

The next morning, you woke up late.‎You rushed into the kitchen, still half-asleep, hoping to grab something quick and leave.

‎Heeseung was already there, as usual. ‎

Shirtless. ‎His hair was damp, and there were fresh scratch marks on his shoulder.

‎“Morning,” he said casually, pouring himself coffee. ‎His eyes flicked over you slowly. “You look… flushed. Rough night?”

‎Your heart skipped. “I’m fine.” ‎

He stepped closer, setting his mug down. The scent of his body wash wrapped around you. ‎He reached past you to grab a banana from the counter, deliberately brushing his bare arm against yours.‎

“You sure?” His voice dropped. “Because I could’ve sworn I heard something interesting last night.”‎

Your stomach dropped.‎ Heeseung smirked, clearly enjoying your reaction. ‎He didn’t push further, but the knowing look in his eyes stayed with you all day.

‎‎From that night on, something shifted.‎ Heeseung started getting louder.‎ Deliberately louder. ‎

One night, you heard him tell the girl he brought home, “Don’t hold back, baby. Let the whole apartment hear how good I’m fucking you.” The headboard slammed harder.

‎Heeseung’s groans were deeper, rougher, like he wanted you to hear every single sound.‎ You hated how much it affected you. ‎You used the vibrator almost every night now. ‎Each time, the fantasies grew more vivid.

‎‎One evening, you came home exhausted from a long day at the agency. ‎Heeseung wasn’t there yet. ‎You took a long shower, then decided to relieve some stress before he came back with another girl. ‎You were lying on your bed, completely naked, legs spread, vibrator pressed firmly against your clit on the highest setting. Your hips bucked desperately as you chased release.

‎“Heeseung…” you whimpered quietly, lost in the fantasy. ‎“Fuck— please…”‎ The pleasure built fast and intense. Your free hand pinched your nipple, back arching as the vibrator buzzed relentlessly against your clit. ‎You were so close — right on the edge —‎The front door opened.‎

You froze for a moment. ‎But it was too late to stop. ‎Your orgasm crashed over you hard, a broken moan escaping despite your best efforts. You bit your pillow, body shaking violently as waves of pleasure rolled through you.

‎You didn’t hear Heeseung’s footsteps pause in the hallway.‎ Or the way he stood there for a long moment, listening.

‎‎One morning you were searching for the vibrator that you lost because you were so comfortable playing with it in the couch last night since you were alone and when you heard the door open you fled to your room forgetting it.‎ So you walked into the kitchen praying he’d already left.‎

No such luck.‎ Heeseung was leaning against the counter as usual.

‎He was holding your pink vibrator.‎ Twirling it between his long fingers with a dark, amused smirk.‎

Your soul left your body.‎ when did he get that?

‎“Looking for this?” he asked casually, voice low and teasing. ‎He held it up, eyes locked on yours. “Found it on the couch while I was looking for my charger. Interesting choice, princess.”

You wanted the ground to swallow you whole.‎ Heeseung stepped closer, backing you against the kitchen counter. ‎The necklace swayed between you as he leaned in, breath warm against your ear.

‎“Been using this while listening to me fuck other girls?” His voice dropped to a whisper.

‎“Moaning my name like that last night… you’re not as unaffected as you pretend to be, are you?”‎ Your face burned with humiliation and arousal. ‎You couldn’t speak.‎ Heeseung pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark with something dangerous and hungry. The vibrator still dangled from his fingers like a taunt.

‎“So…” he murmured, thumb brushing your bottom lip.

‎“How long are we going to keep pretending?”

‎You stepped away from him and took the item from his hand and walked away without answering his questions. You can hear his chuckle behind you. ‎You were so embarrassed.

‎‎The next few days passed in a haze of unbearable tension. ‎Until one Thursday evening, everything changed. ‎You came home from work earlier than usual, exhausted from a long client meeting. ‎The moment you stepped inside, you froze.‎ Heeseung was already home.‎ He was sprawled on the couch in black sweatpants and a loose white t-shirt, his necklace visible against his collarbones. His hair was messy, cheeks slightly flushed, and he looked… unwell.

‎“You’re home early,” you said, surprised. ‎Heeseung glanced at you, voice raspy. “Caught a cold. Boss sent me home.” He coughed lightly, looking miserable but still unfairly attractive.‎ You didn’t say anything. You simply went to the kitchen, rolled up your sleeves, and started cooking. ‎Thirty minutes later, you placed a steaming bowl of warm chicken soup in front of him.‎ Heeseung stared at it for a long moment, then looked up at you with genuine surprise.

‎“You made this… for me?” ‎You shrugged, suddenly shy. “You look like shit. Eat.”‎ He smiled — soft, almost boyish — and ate slowly while you sat across from him. For the first time, you two had a real conversation. ‎He told you about his work at the studio, how stressful deadlines were. You told him about your annoying clients at the agency. The atmosphere felt strangely… domestic.

‎When he finished, he leaned back and murmured, “Thank you. That was really good.”‎ You nodded, about to stand up when his next words stopped you cold.

‎“So…” Heeseung smirked, eyes darkening. “Why did you need a vibrator?” ‎Your face exploded with heat.

“I— I don’t use it. It was just… there.” ‎Heeseung laughed, low and amused. He stood up slowly and walked around the table until he was right in front of you.

‎“If you’re that horny or stressed,” he said, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, “you can use me instead.”

‎The air thickened instantly.‎ Your heart slammed against your ribs. “Heeseung…”

‎“Trust me,” he murmured, stepping closer until your back hit the counter. ‎ “I’m very good at relieving stress.”

‎Before you could respond, his hands were on you.‎ One slid around your waist, gripping firmly. The other dipped into the waistband of your low-rise pants, long fingers slipping beneath your panties. You gasped as he found you already wet.

‎“Fuck… so soaked already,” he breathed against your ear, the Chrome Hearts necklace brushing your chest. ‎“All this time listening to me… and you never said anything?”‎ Two fingers circled your clit slowly, teasingly, before sliding down to your entrance. ‎He pushed one finger inside you, then another, curling them perfectly against that spot that made your knees weak. ‎You moaned softly, gripping his shoulders. Heeseung worked his fingers expertly — slow and deep at first, then faster, thumb pressing against your clit with every thrust. ‎His mouth hovered near your neck, breath hot as he whispered filthy praises.

‎“You’re so tight around my fingers, princess.” ‎Your hips rocked against his hand desperately. The pleasure built fast and overwhelming. When you finally came, clenching hard around his fingers, Heeseung watched your face the entire time, eyes dark with lust.‎ He pulled his hand out slowly, bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth and licking them clean.

‎“Goodnight,” he whispered with a smirk, then turned and walked into his room, leaving you trembling and empty against the counter.

‎You couldn’t sleep. ‎An hour later, frustration and need burned through your body.‎You pulled out the vibrator again.‎ You lay on your back, legs spread, and turned it on. The buzz filled the room as you pressed it hard against your swollen clit. Your hips bucked immediately.

‎“Ah— fuck…”‎ You started slow as usual, then faster, moaning freely as pleasure coursed through you. You were so lost in it that you didn’t hear the door open.

Heeseung stood in the doorway, eyes pitch black with hunger. ‎“Don’t stop,” he said hoarsely. “Please… keep going. I just want to watch.”

‎You froze. ‎He walked closer, watching every movement.

‎“Or…” he murmured, climbing onto the bed, “should I help you?”‎ He took the vibrator from your hand, locked eyes with you, and pressed it back against your core. ‎He turned it on high. ‎The sudden intensity made you cry out. Heeseung leaned down and kissed you deeply, swallowing your moans while working the toy against you with perfect pressure. His tongue explored your mouth as he whispered between kisses:‎“I couldn’t sleep because of the sounds you were making… I was so fucking curious.”‎ You were shaking, so close again.

‎“I’m— I’m close—”‎ Right as you were about to tip over the edge, he pulled the vibrator away.

‎You glared at him, frustrated and desperate. “Heeseung—”

‎He smirked, pushing his sweatpants down. His cock sprang free — thick, hard, and leaking at the tip.

‎“Not yet, princess.”

‎He teased your entrance with the head of his cock, rubbing it against your clit, coating himself in your wetness.‎ You were practically begging. “Please…”

‎Heeseung finally pushed in.‎ The stretch was intense. He sank into you slowly at first, letting you feel every inch, groaning deeply as your walls clenched around him.

‎“Fuck… so tight,” he hissed.‎ Then he started moving.‎ He fucked you hard and deep, hips snapping against yours with rhythm. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. Heeseung’s necklace swung above you with every thrust as he gripped your thighs, spreading you wider.

‎“Look at me,” he growled, pounding into you relentlessly. ‎You moaned his name like a prayer, nails digging into his back. Heeseung kissed you messily, biting your lip as he drove deeper, hitting that perfect spot over and over.‎ When you finally came around him, clenching hard, Heeseung followed right after with a broken groan, burying himself deep as he spilled inside you.

‎

‎The next morning felt like a slap to the face.‎ Heeseung acted like nothing had happened.‎ He moved around the kitchen with the same effortless confidence as always —  When you walked in, he glanced at you with a casual smile, like he hadn’t spent the previous night buried deep inside you.

‎“Morning,” he said lightly, pouring himself a cup of coffee. “Want some?” ‎You stood there frozen, heart squeezing painfully.‎ What did you expect?‎ He was a fuckboy. ‎This was what fuckboys did. ‎They fucked you senseless, made you feel wanted for a few hours, then acted like it was just another Tuesday. ‎The realization hurt more than you wanted to admit.

‎You forced a small nod. “Yeah… thanks.”‎ Heeseung handed you the mug without another word. ‎No teasing. ‎No lingering touches. ‎No acknowledgment of the way you’d moaned his name just hours ago. ‎You drank your coffee in silence, feeling cheap and stupid.‎ Of course he doesn’t care. You’re just another girl who lives next door.‎ The thought stung.

‎To your shock ‎ that evening, Heeseung brought another girl home.‎ You heard the front door open, followed by giggles and sloppy kissing. ‎

This time, it wasn’t just arousal you felt — it was pure anger. Jealousy burned hot in your chest as you lay in bed listening to him fuck her. Every moan, every creak of the bed, every “Fuck, Heeseung, you’re so good” felt like a personal insult.‎ You hated how much it affected you.‎ You hated yourself for caring.

So ‎the next night, you decided you were done being pathetic.‎ You went clubbing.‎ You didn’t drink much — just two cocktails to take the edge off. You danced, flirted, and eventually left with a guy named Jihoon. He was tall, charming enough, and seemed genuinely interested.

‎You brought him back to the apartment.

‎When you walked through the door, Heeseung was already there, sitting on the couch in the dark, scrolling through his phone. ‎His eyes snapped up when he saw you with another man. Shock, then something darker, flashed across his face.

‎You didn’t care.

‎You pulled Jihoon straight into your room and closed the door with a loud click.‎ You made sure to be loud.‎ You moaned exaggeratedly as Jihoon touched you, even though his hands were clumsy and he finished embarrassingly fast.

‎He didn’t make you cum. ‎Not even close.

‎But you kept moaning anyway — loud, breathy, dramatic — making sure every single sound traveled through the thin walls.

‎Heeseung lost it.

‎A few minutes after Jihoon collapsed beside you, loud knocking echoed through your door.‎ You quickly threw on a robe and opened it.‎ Heeseung stood there, jaw clenched, eyes burning with barely contained fury.

‎“What the fuck are you trying to do?” he hissed, voice low.

‎You lifted your chin defiantly. “I’m just having a good time. Is that a problem?”

‎His eyes darkened. ‎“You’re being too fucking noisy. And we both know that guy isn’t making you moan like that.”

‎You laughed bitterly. “How would you know?”

‎Heeseung stepped forward, grabbing your wrist and pulling you out into the hallway. He shut your door behind you, trapping you against the wall.

‎“Did he make you cum?” he asked, voice deadly quiet, eyes locked on yours.

‎You stayed silent.

‎He smirked, dangerous and knowing. “Exactly. See? I can make you cum with just my fingers.”‎ Before you could respond, he kissed you — hard, possessive. His hands gripped your waist as he whispered against your lips, “Let that idiot sleep. Come enjoy yourself with me.”

‎He dragged you into his room. And started undressing...

Heeseung pushed his pants down, revealing his hard, throbbing cock, then lay back on the bed.

“Come here, princess. Ride me.”

‎You wanted to say no but you couldn't resist so you straddled him, grinding your soaked pussy along his length. ‎The raw, hot contact made both of you hiss. Heeseung’s head fell back, eyes squeezed shut.

‎“Fuck… don’t tease me like that,” he groaned.

‎You sank down slowly. He was so thick it burned in the best way. The moment you took all of him, you clenched hard around his cock. Heeseung whimpered — a broken, beautiful sound — his hands gripping your waist tightly.‎ You started riding him desperately, tits bouncing with every movement. Heeseung stared like he was hypnotized, one hand holding your waist while the other squeezed your breast, thumb brushing your nipple.‎ When your pace faltered from exhaustion, he thrust up hard, fucking you deep while you were pressed chest to chest.

‎“You kept moaning so loud because you wanted me to hear it, right?” he growled, hips snapping up relentlessly. “You wanted me to know how badly you needed my cock.”

‎You came hard around him, as pleasure ripped through you.‎ Heeseung didn’t stop.‎ He flipped you onto your stomach, pulled your ass up, and slammed back into you from behind.

‎His stamina was insane.

‎He fucked you like he was punishing you — deep, powerful thrusts that made your eyes roll back. You came again, burying your face in the pillow to muffle your screams as he gripped your ass and pounded into you.‎ Only then did he finally let go, burying himself to the hilt as he came with a deep groan.

‎After you both caught your breath, Heeseung pulled you into his arms, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder.

‎“I hope we didn’t disturb your guest,” he said, smirking.‎ You let out a tired laugh despite yourself.

‎Then his voice turned serious.

‎“I was waiting for you,” he admitted quietly. “I wanted to apologize for acting like nothing happened after we… you know. But when I saw you come home with that guy… I lost it.”‎ He brushed your hair back, eyes softer than you’d ever seen them.

‎“I don’t want anyone else hearing you moan.”

‎You looked up at him, heart racing, unsure what this meant for the two of you.‎ But for tonight, you let yourself stay in his arms.

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‎The morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains.‎ You woke up tangled in Heeseung’s sheets, his arm slung over your waist and his necklace cool against your bare back. He was still asleep, breathing steady, looking far too peaceful for someone who had ruined you multiple times last night.

‎A loud knock on the front door made you jolt.

‎Then another.‎ Then a very confused voice:

‎“...Hello? Is anyone there?”

‎Your stomach dropped.

‎Jihoon.

‎The guy you had completely forgotten about in your room.

‎Heeseung stirred beside you, cracking one eye open. A lazy, mischievous smirk spread across his face the second he registered what was happening.

‎“Oh no,” he whispered, voice raspy with sleep and amusement. “You left your little toy in the other room.”

‎“Shut up,” you hissed, face burning as you scrambled for clothes. ‎You threw on one of Heeseung’s shirts and rushed out, trying to fix your messy hair on the way.

‎When you opened the door to your bedroom, Jihoon was standing there awkwardly, fully dressed, looking equal parts confused and concerned.

‎“Hey… um,” he scratched the back of his neck.

‎“I woke up and you were gone. I thought maybe you got kidnapped or something.”

‎Behind you, Heeseung appeared in the hallway. He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, looking entirely too satisfied.

‎Jihoon’s eyes flicked between you two. The pieces clicked slowly in his head.

‎“Oh,” he said, voice flat. “...Okay.”

‎You wanted the floor to open up and swallow you whole.

‎“I’m really sorry,” you said quickly. “Last night was… a lot. I didn’t mean to ditch you like that.”

‎Jihoon let out a weak laugh, clearly uncomfortable. “Yeah, no worries. I, uh… heard a lot. Through the wall but I thought it was just in my head. Turns out you guys are… very enthusiastic.”

‎Heeseung coughed to hide a laugh.

‎Jihoon gave you one last awkward nod. “I’ll just… see myself out. Nice meeting you. Both of you, I guess.”

‎The second the front door closed behind him, Heeseung burst out laughing, pulling you back against his chest.

‎“Poor guy,” he chuckled. ‎“He came here thinking he was getting laid and ended up listening to me fuck his date all night.”

‎You groaned, hiding your face in his neck. “I’m never bringing anyone home again.”

‎“Good,” Heeseung murmured, voice dropping as his hands slid under your shirt. “Because the only person moaning in this apartment from now on is you. And I want to hear every single sound.”

‎You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face.

‎“Cocky bastard.”

‎He grinned against your lips.

‎“You love it.”

”Ngh- fuck Noona…” his voice is quiet and breathy.

Jake is in his bedroom. His hand working furiously at his cock. Fuck he’s so turned on. The fabric of your panties wrap around his cock perfectly.

”ahh….”

You open the apartment door. It’s awfully quiet, usually your roommate Jake is in the living room watching something on the tv. You don’t think much of it. Instead you move your way further into the apartment.

As you pass Jake’s bedroom door you hear soft mumbling. Raising your eyebrow you stop walking and prop an ear to his door.

”Ngh…Noona…”

’Noona’ could be anyone… sure you are his noona but it doesn’t mean that he’s jerking off to you. Right?

”Ah… fuck… y/n…”

Oh okay.

Your face turns red as you realize that it is in fact you, he’s jerking off to. A hand covers your mouth in shock. Surely you should be weirded out, disgusted even. But by the way your lower stomach gets hot and you squeeze your thighs together…

Fuck you wanna see so bad.

Quietly you open the door. You’re met by a strangely attractive scene.

His T-shirt is loose, hanging off his shoulder. Legs moving across the bed in desperation of reaching his high. You can see his cock, he’s stroking it hard and fast. Around it you can see something moving.

Your black laced panties that are now covered in something white.

Wow… it’s not his first round.

creek

He looks up, eyes wide. Fuck, the old floorboards gave up your position. Immediately his face turns red and he panics slightly as he scrambles to get covered.

”Y-y/n! I- didn’t hear you.” He balls together your panties in his fist, hoping you wouldn’t notice them. But little did he know, it was too late.

”Jake…” you try to act disturbed but the facade crumbles immediately when he lets out an ashamed whine.

”Y/n… I’m sorry… I don’t know what to say…” he tries apologizing. But it doesn’t matter to you.

You walk over to his bed. Crawling over to him slowly, back arched, the tank top’s strap slowly sliding down your shoulder, eyes locked onto him like a puma.

His breath quickens, the red hue of his skin turns more pink as he realizes he hasn’t made you upset. He relaxes and looks at you.

”If you were so needy….

…you could’ve just asked.”

He gulps.

”N-Noona…” the apple of his throat bobs.

When you’re close to him you trace your fingers lightly over the skin of his thighs. Goosebumps form over his pale skin. He lets you pull off the blanket that he tried covering his cock with. Your hand reaches the base and your fingers wrap around it. He bites his lip to keep in the filthy noises he wants to make.

It’s easy to jerk him off, his dick is fully covered in his own juices.

”Ngh… noona… slow down- ah…” he whines.

”You don’t want to come? Alright.” You say, then let go of his cock. He whines again. But before he can protest you push him back to lay on the bed. You get off and take off your jeans. Leaving you in your tank top and panties.

His eyes widen in anticipation. Then you get on top of him, sitting down on his chest. He looks up at you and rolls his eyes back when he smells your wetness. A fairly large wet spot has formed in your panties. His cheeks turn pinker and his gaze flicks up to you, then down to your panties then back up at your face again. A smirk forms on your face.

”take them off.”

His eyes widen. ”W-what.”

”I want you to eat my pussy.”

”I- o-okay… y-you’re gonna… gonna sit.. sit on my face?”

You nod. He lets out a shaky and nervous breath. Then he slides your panties off. They’re not as sexy as the ones he’d been jerking off with earlier. But it doesn’t matter.

You spread your legs wide and that gives him the opportunity to lay a finger there. You shiver as he runs his finger over your slit.

”Sit on me…” he whines. A chuckle escapes you. You switch positions and hover over him, then you sit down. Immediately he starts kissing your pussy. He runs his tongue over your opening and moans softly.

”Noona… you taste so good..” his moan vibrates through your body and you moan quietly. The moan seems to fuel something inside of him and he gets more eager to please you.

He finds your clit and starts sucking.

”Ngh… good- good boy… just like that…” you say in between cut off breaths.

”Mmh… yes Noona…”

You can feel your orgasm building and he notices it too by the way your thighs tenses up around his face.

As you come here licks up all of your juices. Every single drop. Your thighs shake slightly as you get off his face.

”Did I do good?”

”So good, baby…”

You couldn’t believe it was Jake’s first time.

”Let me make you feel good too, baby…”

”Y-yes Noona…” he moans. You sit up and look around. You find your panties that he’d previously pulled off of you. You ball them up in your fist and stuff them into his mouth. He whines loudly.

His cock stands proudly in the air, waiting to be touched by you. And you don’t waste a second.

Your mouth reaches his cock quickly and you can hear a muffled whine escape him.

”Does that feel good?”

His hands and legs tense up as he moans. ”Ngh- y-yes n-noona..” it’s so muffled you can barely hear it but it only makes it better. Your lips wrap around his red and twitching tip. Slowly you use your tongue to spread the juices over his cock. He arches his back, so sensitive.

He moans loudly as you take him deeper and it’s clear that he won’t last much longer. So you go slow, wanting to torture him for as long as possible.

”F-faster…” he mumbles, head thrown back. You don’t listen and continue your slow and torturous pace. You reach the base of his cock and swallow. Your throat tightens around his cock and you can feel long ropes of white sticky come shoot down your throat.

This was the nth time. The nth damn time since you’d moved in six months ago. With a sharp exhale, you shoved your chair back and stormed out of your apartment, not even bothering to change out of your oversized hoodie and sweatpants. The hallway reeked of spilled beer and expensive cologne.

You could already hear the chaos before you even reached his door. Laughter, glasses clinking, some girl’s high pitched giggle cutting through the music.

You banged on the door harder than necessary. It took a few seconds before someone inside yelled over the noise, “Yoo Heeseung! Someone’s banging at your front door!”The door finally swung open.

Heeseung stood there in all his infuriating glory tall, broad shouldered, black hair slightly tousled like he’d been running his hands through it. His button up was half undone, revealing a silver chain that rested on his collarbones and a glimpse of toned chest. Behind him, the party pulsed with red solo cups, dim lights, and at least half the basketball team.

A pretty girl with long hair and a tight dress was pressed close to his side, her hand resting possessively on his arm. He’d clearly been in the middle of charming her into his bed by the end of the night.

The second his dark eyes landed on you, that signature cocky smirk curved his lips.“Hi, miss morals,” he drawled, voice low and teasing, like he’d been waiting for this exact interruption.

You rolled your eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t get stuck. “Can you turn it down? The music is too loud.”

Heeseung didn’t move. Instead, he leaned one shoulder against the doorframe, crossing his arms in a way that made his biceps strain against the fabric of his shirt. The girl behind him shifted, clearly annoyed at the sudden attention shift, but Heeseung didn’t spare her a glance now.

“Miss morals strikes again,” he laughed, the sound rich and mocking. It sent an unwelcome spark of irritation down your spine. “What’s the problem this time, neighbor? Come to bless us with your righteous presence?”

“I’m serious, Heeseung,” you said, voice sharp as you folded your arms tightly across your chest. “Not everyone has the pleasure of partying all night. Others have to actually study to pass their exams whereas others can just have daddy pay for everything when they fuck up.”The words hung in the air between you.

Heeseung’s smirk faltered instantly. His jaw tightened, and he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. For a split second, something raw annoyance, maybe even hurt flashed across his face before he quickly shoved it back into that indifferent mask. His eyes darkened, the playful glint gone.

“Whatever,” he muttered, voice suddenly flat and cold. “I’ll lower the volume.”He said, “Thank you,” you replied curtly, refusing to let the small victory show on your face even though your heart was hammering.

Heeseung didn’t say anything else. He simply stepped back and shut the door right in your face with a firm click that echoed down the empty hallway.

You stood there for a moment, staring at the closed wooden door, fists clenched at your sides. The music inside dropped almost immediately, not completely off, but low enough that you could finally breathe. Muffled laughter and voices still filtered through, but at least your walls wouldn’t shake anymore.

“Asshole,” you whispered under your breath, turning on your heel and heading back to your apartment.As you closed your own door behind you, you leaned against it for a second, eyes closed. Why did he always have to make everything so difficult? Why did one look from him always manage to crawl under your skin like this?

You shook your head, forcing the thoughts away. Back to studying. Back to pretending Lee Heeseung didn’t exist. But deep down, you already knew tonight’s silence between you two had just gotten a little louder.

You were halfway through rewriting your notes when your phone buzzed on the desk, the screen lighting up with a new message.

yunjin : you know sunghoon righttt? he’s throwing a massive party after midterms and he personally invited me. pleeease come with me?? i don’t wanna go alone 🥺

You stared at the text, already feeling the familiar dread settle in your stomach. Another party of course. You typed back quickly

you : No thanks im good have fun tho

The two dots appeared immediately.

yunjin : babe come onnnn

yunjin : it’s after midterms!! you deserve to relax

yunjin : sunghoon’s parties are actually fun i swear

yunjin : there’ll be good music, free drinks, and i heard the basketball team is coming too 👀

You groaned, rubbing your temples. The last thing you wanted was to be anywhere near the basketball team especially not after tonight’s lovely encounter with their captain.

you : exactly why I’m not going pass

yunjin : please please please i really like sunghoon and this could be my chance

yunjin : i’ll owe you big time i’ll even help you study for the next round of exams i’ll buy you that expensive matcha you like for a month!!

You leaned back in your chair, biting your lip. Yunjin was relentless when she wanted something. And honestly she had been there for you through every late night breakdown this semester. Saying no felt a little cruel the pleading texts kept coming

yunjin : i won’t leave your side the whole night ( she is lying )

yunjin : we can leave early if you hate it , pretty please with cherries on top?? 🥺🍒

You sighed deeply, already knowing you were about to lose this battle.

you : fine, ONE HOUR that’s it if it sucks, we’re out.

yunjin : YESSSSS!!! you’re the best i love you so much

yunjin : we can dress up together at my place okay , see you tomorrow <33

You tossed your phone onto the desk and dropped your head into your hands. Great, just what you needed. Another night surrounded by loud music, drunk athletes, and the very real possibility of running into the Lee Heeseung again.

You glanced at the wall that separated your apartment from his. The music was still playing faintly, but at least it was bearable now. Just one party, you could survive one party right?

The next morning, the art history lecture hall was already filling up with the usual mix of sleepy students and last minute crammers when you slipped into your regular seat in the middle row.

The faint scent of fresh coffee and old books lingered in the air. Yunjin dropped dramatically into the chair on your right, her long hair still slightly damp from her morning shower, eyes bright with far too much excitement for a 9 am class.

On your left, Soobin settled in quietly, tall frame folding gracefully into the seat. He placed his neatly organized notebook on the desk and pulled out a perfectly sharpened pencil, offering you a soft, reassuring smile.

Soobin was always like this calm, steady, the kind of friend who showed up without making a fuss. He was the complete opposite of the loud, chaotic energy that seemed to follow Heeseung everywhere.

Yunjin, however, was already completely distracted. She was leaning forward, chin resting on her hand, openly staring toward the front rows where Sunghoon sat chatting with a couple of friends. Her gaze was soft and dreamy, a tiny smile tugging at her lips every time he laughed at something.

You nudged her arm with your elbow, voice low and teasing. “You’re oogling him again it’s getting embarrassing at this point.”Yunjin didn’t even pretend to deny it. “I’m not oogling, im appreciating art,” she whispered back, still not tearing her eyes away. “Look at him he’s literally perfect.”

Soobin let out a quiet chuckle beside you, shaking his head as he flipped open his notebook. “Sure ‘appreciating’ that’s why half your notes from last week were just little hearts around his name.” He teased her, to which she replied,

“Traitor,” Yunjin hissed playfully, finally glancing at both of you as her cheeks flushed pink. “You two are supposed to be on my side.”The light banter continued until Soobin turned to you, lowering his voice a little. “Hey, I heard there was a party at Heeseung’s last night, did you survive the noise?”

You let out a long, dramatic groan and slumped back in your seat, the memory of last night’s confrontation still fresh and irritating. “Barely. That idiot had the music blasting so loud my textbooks were literally vibrating on the desk. I had to march over there in my hoodie and sweatpants like some angry neighbor from a sitcom again.”

Soobin listened attentively, his expression patient and sympathetic. He never interrupted your rants or told you to just ignore it. He just nodded along, dark eyes focused on you, making you feel genuinely heard.

It was one of the many reasons you treasured his friendship he was thoughtful, kind, and never loud or arrogant for the sake of it. The polar opposite of Heeseung.

“And of course he answered the door half dressed with some girl hanging off his arm like a trophy,” you continued, voice dripping with annoyance. “Called me ‘miss morals’ like it’s the funniest joke in the world.

Then when I pointed out that not everyone has a rich daddy to bail them out when they party instead of studying, he got all pissy, sucked in this dramatic breath, and slammed the door right in my face. He’s such an entitled asshole.”

Soobin hummed softly, a small frown creasing his brow. “That sounds exhausting, you should’ve texted me you know, i could’ve come over with snacks and we could’ve studied together instead of dealing with his nonsense alone.”

You smiled faintly at the offer, warmth cutting through the irritation. “Next time, maybe at least someone in this building has basic human decency.”

Yunjin finally tore her gaze away from Sunghoon long enough to grin at you. “Heeseung’s just bored and likes getting a rise out of you if you stopped reacting, he’d probably get bored and stop.”

“Easy for you to say,” you muttered, crossing your arms. “You don’t have to live next door to the human equivalent of a walking migraine.”The professor walked in moments later, cutting off any further complaints.

The next hour passed in a blur of projected slides on Renaissance techniques, quiet note taking, and the occasional whispered comment from Yunjin whenever Sunghoon shifted in his seat.

When class finally ended, the three of you packed up your things and joined the stream of students flowing out into the crowded hallway. The air was filled with chatter about upcoming midterms, weekend plans, and the usual campus gossip.

As you walked side by side, Yunjin suddenly looped her arm through yours, her excitement bubbling over again. “So, about Sunghoon’s party after midterms you’re definitely coming, right? And Soobin you should come too! It’ll be so much more fun with all three of us there.”

Soobin blinked, surprised, his eyebrows raising slightly. “Wait you’re actually going?” He looked at you, genuinely shocked. “I thought you hated parties, especially ones thrown by the popular crowd.”

You shrugged, already regretting your decision a little. “Yunjin begged a lot and guilt tripped me with matcha promises. One hour max, if it sucks, I’m dragging her out.”

Yunjin squealed happily and squeezed your arm. “See? She’s coming! So you have to come too, Soobinn please?”Before Soobin could respond, a familiar voice cut through the hallway noise from behind you.

“Can’t imagine miss morals at a party but I’m looking forward to seeing you there.” Your stomach dropped, you didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was.

Heeseung was leaning casually against a set of lockers a few feet away, arms crossed over his varsity jacket, that signature cocky smirk playing on his lips. He must have overheard the entire conversation.

His dark eyes locked onto yours with clear amusement, like he lived for these moments of catching you off guard.

You rolled your eyes so hard it almost hurt, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a verbal response. Heat crept up your neck partly from annoyance, partly from the embarrassment of him hearing your plans.

Yunjin stifled a laugh beside you while Soobin just shook his head quietly, a small, amused smile tugging at his mouth.

Heeseung’s low chuckle followed you as the three of you kept walking, but you kept your gaze fixed straight ahead, jaw tight. God, you really, really hated that guy.Midterms week stretched into a brutal two week marathon, and as an art curator major, you felt every single hour of it in your bones.

Your apartment had become a war zone of curated chaos towering stacks of books on museum exhibition design, printed slides from Art Conservation and Curatorial Practices, mood boards pinned to the wall for your upcoming gallery proposal project, and color coded flashcards scattered across every surface.

Late nights blurred into early mornings as you hunched over your laptop, drafting proposals for hypothetical exhibits while trying to memorize the intricate history of 19th century European collections. Sleep was a distant dream. Caffeine was your only reliable companion.

And then there was Heeseung.

He didn’t blast music or bring girls over every single night that would have been almost predictable. No, he was crueler than that. He chose random days, like he knew exactly how to keep you off balance, turning your already exhausting study schedule into a minefield of unwanted interruptions.

The first time hit on the second night of midterms. You were deep into analyzing a case study on museum ethics when the wall behind your desk started to vibrate faintly. At first it was just low music.

Then came the giggles two distinct female voices, breathy and flirtatious. Heeseung’s deep laugh cut through it all, followed by the unmistakable sound of bodies moving against furniture.

“Fuck, Heeseung you’re so good at this,” one of the girls moaned loudly, the words carrying crystal clear through the thin shared wall. The headboard started thumping a slow, steady rhythm against your wall rhythmic, insistent, growing faster.

You could hear the wet slap of skin, her exaggerated gasps turning into full throated cries every time he thrust.You yanked your noise canceling headphones on so hard the band dug into your temples, cranking the volume until classical music drowned most of it out.

But you could still feel it, the steady bang bang bang vibrating through your desk, through your chair, through your skull. Your cheeks burned with secondhand embarrassment and pure rage.

'Of course he’s fucking some random girl while I’m trying to memorize the difference between Baroque and Rococo curation techniques.' You thought bitterly, stabbing your highlighter across the page. Must be nice to have zero responsibilities except basketball and dick appointments.

It stopped around 2 a.m., but the damage was done. You only managed three hours of sleep before your 8 a.m. lecture.

The next morning, you were running on pure spite and too much coffee when you caught Heeseung in the hallway just as he was stepping out of his apartment. He looked annoyingly fresh — hair still damp from a shower, varsity jacket slung over one shoulder, that perpetual cocky smirk already in place.

You stopped right in front of him, arms crossed tightly. “Keep it down next time,” you said flatly, voice low but sharp. “Some of us are actually trying to pass our midterms instead of auditioning for porn.”

Heeseung raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Aw, miss morals heard everything? Didn’t know you were such a light sleeper.” You glared at him, heat rising to your cheeks. “Just tone it down, the headboard banging is ridiculous.”

He chuckled lowly, the sound sending another spike of irritation through you. “Noted.” Then he leaned in slightly, voice dropping. “Though from the sounds of it last night, she seemed to enjoy the banging.”

You rolled your eyes and walked away without another word, his soft laugh following you down the hall.The next disruption came four days later. A random Thursday when you had a massive group project due on modern curatorial strategies.

You’d just settled in with your laptop open to a half finished exhibition proposal when his door slammed open down the hall. One girl this time, but she was even louder.

The moment they got inside, the sounds started again her high pitched whimpers, Heeseung’s low, cocky murmurs “Yeah? You like that? Tell me how much you want it” followed by the unmistakable wet sounds of them going at it on what sounded like his couch first, then migrating to the bed.

The headboard slammed against the wall so hard your framed print of Van Gogh’s Starry Night rattled. Her moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure, each one punctuated by Heeseung’s grunts and the filthy slap of bodies. “Harder fuck, right there, Heeseung don’t stop—”

You ended up studying in your bed instead, laptop balanced on your knees, pillows stacked around you like a fortress. Headphones on full blast. Still, every thrust made the wall tremble.

Every moan crawled under your skin and made focusing on your notes feel impossible. By the time they finally finished (or at least quieted down) around midnight, your eyes were burning and your proposal was only half done.

You hated how your body reacted sometimes not with attraction, but with pure, simmering resentment that made your stomach twist.That same night, after the noises finally stopped, you grabbed your phone in a fit of exhausted anger and texted him.

you : keep the noise down, some people are trying to study for actual grades, not coast on basketball talent and daddy’s money

His reply came faster than you expected. A picture popped up first. A close up selfie of Heeseung lying in bed, shirtless, messy hair, lazy smirk on his face, with the caption

heeseung : sorry, miss morals hard to stay quiet when they scream my name like that

heeseung : next time i’ll try to fuck quieter or maybe you can just join and tell me how to do it right?

You stared at the message, face flaming with a mix of rage and disbelief. You immediately blocked the image from your mind ( and definitely did not linger on the way his abs looked in the dim lighting ) before typing back a single furious reply

you : delete my number, asshole

The worst random night came during the final stretch, just three days before your last exams.

You were pulling an all nighter on your capstone project a full digital mock up of a contemporary art exhibit you’d spent weeks perfecting when the noises started again around 11 p.m. This time it was two girls.

Their laughter spilled into the hallway first, then straight through your wall. Heeseung’s voice was low and teasing, the kind of filthy charm that probably worked on every girl on campus.

Soon the bed was creaking loudly, headboard banging in a frantic rhythm while both girls moaned in tandem one breathy and high, the other deeper and more desperate.

“Heeseung oh god, yes fuck me like that—” mixed with wet, obscene sounds that left zero doubt about exactly what was happening next door. The wall vibrated so intensely your coffee mug slid an inch across the desk.

You sat there in your oversized hoodie and sweatpants, staring at your glowing screen, jaw clenched so tight it ached. Every moan, every dirty encouragement from Heeseung, every rhythmic thud felt like a personal attack on the one thing you actually cared about your future.

Your grades, your dream of curating real exhibitions someday. While I’m over here trying not to fail out of the only thing I’m good at, you thought, fingers flying angrily across the keyboard, he’s over there living his best life with a rotating cast of girls screaming his name.

You wore the headphones until your ears rang. You even tried white noise apps, earplugs underneath nothing fully blocked it. The sex noises went on for nearly two hours that night, loud and shameless, until they finally quieted around 1:30 a.m.

By the end of the two weeks, you were running on fumes dark circles under your eyes, caffeine shakes in your hands, and a permanent knot of irritation lodged in your chest whenever you passed his door.

The random nights had been spaced out just enough to feel like psychological warfare instead of constant chaos.Heeseung never once toned it down. Never once seemed to care that someone on the other side of the wall was actually trying to build a future that didn’t involve daddy’s money or NBA scouts.

When Friday morning finally arrived and your last exam was over, you dragged yourself back to the apartment building, shoulders heavy with exhaustion. The hallway was quiet for once. Heeseung’s door looked innocently closed.

You unlocked your own door, stepped inside, and immediately collapsed face first onto your bed, still in your clothes midterms were done.But the resentment toward the boy next door had only grown sharper and Sunghoon’s party was tonight. You groaned into your pillow one hour in and out. Just don’t kill Heeseung on sight.

You took the quickest shower of your life, and changed into the first comfortable outfit you could find—a simple black crop top that showed just a sliver of your midriff and your favorite pair of dark jeans—comfortable, practical, safe.

You texted Yunjin that you were ready to head over to her place to “get ready together,” secretly hoping she wouldn’t make a big deal out of your clothes—big mistake. Yunjin’s apartment was only two blocks away, and the second you stepped inside, she took one look at you and gasped like you had personally offended her.

“No no absolutely not,” she declared, hands on her hips, eyes scanning you up and down with pure horror. “You cannot go to Sunghoon’s party looking like that.”

You glanced down at yourself, confused. “What’s wrong with this? It’s cute it’s comfortable.”“Cute? Comfortable?” Yunjin repeated, already dragging you toward her bedroom like a woman on a mission.

“Babe, we’re going to a party, not the library. You just survived two weeks of hell tonight you’re supposed to look hot, not like you’re about to give a museum tour.”

Before you could protest, she flung open her closet and started pulling out clothes with frightening speed. She held up a black mini skirt dangerously short, made of soft leather like material and a sheer black button up shirt that was practically see through.

“Try these,” she ordered, shoving the hanger into your hands. You stared at the outfit like it might bite you. “Yunjin, no way, that skirt is barely legal and the shirt is see through i’m not wearing that.”

“Yes way, you are,” she sang, already pushing you toward the bathroom. “You agreed to come to the party that means you’re under my styling jurisdiction for tonight go change now”

You argued the entire time you were changing. “This is ridiculous! im going to freeze, people are going to stare i look like I’m trying way too hard—”

But Yunjin was relentless. The second you stepped out in the mini skirt and sheer shirt ( with a black bralette underneath so you weren’t completely exposed ), she clapped her hands and squealed.

“Oh my god, yes! Look at you!” She spun you around in front of her full length mirror. The skirt hugged your hips and ended high on your thighs, making your legs look longer.

The sheer shirt draped softly over your shoulders, the black bralette visible underneath in a way that was teasing but not outright scandalous. “You look insane like, dangerously hot.”

You tugged at the hem of the skirt, cheeks burning. “I feel naked. Can't I at least wear the jeans over this or something?”“No,” she said firmly, already sitting you down in front of her vanity. “We’re doing makeup now sit still.”

For the next twenty minutes, Yunjin worked her magic. Winged eyeliner sharp enough to cut glass, soft smoky eyes, a touch of highlighter on your cheekbones, and a bold red lip that made your mouth look fuller. She even styled your hair into loose, effortless waves that framed your face perfectly.

When she finally stepped back, she let out a satisfied sigh.“Anyone would worship the ground you walk on looking like this,” she said, grinning proudly. “Trust me tonight, you’re not the stressed out art curator girl who yells at her neighbor. You’re the girl who turns heads even Heeseung won’t know what to do with himself when he sees you.”

You rolled your eyes, but a small flutter of nerves mixed with reluctant confidence settled in your stomach as you looked at your reflection. The outfit was way bolder than anything you’d normally wear, but you had to admit it looked good.

“Fine,” you muttered, smoothing down the skirt one last time. “But if I hate it, we’re leaving early and if Heeseung says one word about ‘miss morals’ in this outfit, I’m pouring a drink on him.”Yunjin laughed and linked her arm with yours. “Deal now let’s go make Sunghoon’s party unforgettable.”

You and Yunjin barely made it out of her apartment before your phone buzzed with a text from Soobin saying he was already waiting downstairs. The three of you had agreed he would drive so none of you had to worry about getting home later.

The elevator ride down felt too short. Your heart was already beating a little faster than usual partly from the unfamiliar outfit, partly from the knowledge that you were actually going to a party after surviving two brutal weeks of midterms.

The black mini skirt kept riding up slightly with every step, and you kept tugging nervously at the hem while Yunjin wouldn’t stop complimenting how good you looked.

When you stepped out of the building into the cool evening air, Soobin’s car was parked right in front, engine idling. He was leaning casually against the driver’s side, scrolling through his phone, but the moment he looked up and saw the two of you approaching, his eyes widened noticeably.

Especially when they landed on you. Soobin froze for a second, his usual calm expression cracking into pure, genuine shock. His gaze traveled slowly from your loose waves and sharp winged eyeliner, down to the sheer black shirt that subtly revealed the black bralette underneath, then to the dangerously short leather like mini skirt that made your legs look endless.

He blinked once, twice, before quickly clearing his throat and straightening up, ears turning a light shade of pink.“Wow” he said, voice a little higher than his normal soft tone. “You both look really nice like, really nice.”

Yunjin grinned triumphantly, looping her arm through yours and squeezing. “See? Told you! Even Soobin is shook, she looks hot, right?”

You felt heat creep up your neck and quickly crossed your arms over your chest, suddenly hyper aware of how different you looked from your usual oversized hoodie and jeans self.

“It’s all Yunjin’s doing. She basically held me hostage in her room until I changed. I tried to wear my normal clothes and she acted like I committed a crime.”

Soobin gave a small, shy laugh, rubbing the back of his neck as he opened the back door for both of you like the gentleman he was. “No, it really suits you, you look great tonight.” His compliment was sincere and gentle, making the awkwardness feel a little softer. “Ready to go? Sunghoon’s place isn’t too far from here.”

The car ride was filled with easy, light chatter that helped calm your nerves. Yunjin sat in the front passenger seat, already buzzing with excitement about seeing Sunghoon, while you sat in the back, occasionally tugging at your skirt and staring out the window at the passing streetlights.

Soobin kept the conversation flowing comfortably, light complaints about how brutal midterms had been, predictions about how wild the party might get, and Yunjin’s endless teasing about how

Sunghoon had “personally invited” her. Every now and then Soobin would glance at you through the rearview mirror, still looking a little flustered whenever your eyes met.

Before you knew it, Soobin was pulling up to a large off campus house that was already pulsing with loud music and flashing colored lights. Cars lined both sides of the street, and groups of people were laughing and chatting on the front lawn, red cups in hand.

The three of you climbed out of the car, and the heavy bass from inside immediately hit you like a wave. The night air smelled like a mix of cheap beer, sweet perfume, and fresh cut grass. Yunjin practically bounced on her heels with excitement as the three of you walked up the pathway toward the front door.

Sunghoon was standing right at the entrance, playing the perfect host in a simple black shirt and jeans. His sharp, handsome features broke into a warm, genuine smile the moment he spotted your group approaching.

“Hey! You guys actually made it,” he greeted cheerfully, voice carrying easily over the noise from inside. His eyes lingered on Yunjin for an extra beat, a soft grin tugging at his lips. “Yunjin, glad you came and you brought friends, nice.”

He gave Soobin a friendly nod and then turned his attention to you, eyebrows raising slightly in pleasant surprise as he took in your bold outfit. “Hey! you clean up really well. Welcome to the party, hope you guys have fun tonight.”

You managed a small, polite smile, still feeling slightly out of your element. “Thanks for inviting us.”Sunghoon handed each of you a red solo cup filled with something fruity and strong smelling a sweet cocktail that had a sharp kick of alcohol when you took your first cautious sip.

“Drinks are flowing inside help yourselves to whatever you want. There’s food in the kitchen, beer pong in the living room, and dancing. Pretty much everywhere enjoy!”

Yunjin thanked him brightly, her cheeks already a little flushed with excitement, and steered you and Soobin further into the crowded house. The interior was packed wall to wall with people.

Students were laughing loudly, dancing in the middle of the living room, playing intense games of beer pong, and making out in dimly lit corners. The music was loud but not yet overwhelming, colorful lights flashing across the walls and bodies.

For the first few minutes, the three of you stuck close together, weaving through the crowd while sipping your drinks. Soobin stayed protectively near your side, occasionally leaning down to say something quiet and reassuring whenever he noticed you looking a bit overwhelmed by the chaos.

Then you felt it. That familiar, annoying prickle on the back of your neck, like someone was watching you. You turned your head slightly, and there he was.

Heeseung was leaning casually against the wall near the staircase, a red cup dangling from his fingers. He was surrounded by a small group of his closest friends—Beomgyu laughing at something on his phone, Jake with his usual bright smile, and Jay nursing his own drink while scanning the room.

Heeseung looked effortlessly good tonight in a black button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing his toned forearms, and dark jeans that sat low on his hips. His hair was styled in that signature messy but perfect way.

The moment his dark eyes found you across the crowded room, his conversation with the guys stopped mid sentence.

His gaze dragged slowly and shamelessly down your body, taking in the short black mini skirt that hugged your hips and thighs, the sheer shirt that teased the black bralette underneath, the way the outfit accentuated your curves before snapping back up to your face.

For once, his usual cocky smirk didn’t appear instantly. Instead, there was a flash of genuine surprise, followed by something darker, more heated, and appreciative.

He pushed off the wall and started walking straight toward your group, completely ignoring whatever Beomgyu was saying behind him.

“Well, well, well,” Heeseung drawled when he was close enough, his voice cutting smoothly through the music. His eyes were still shamelessly roaming over you. “Look who decided to show up. Miss morals in a mini skirt i almost didn’t recognize you damn.”

You felt your stomach twist with that familiar mix of irritation and unwanted warmth. Before you could even open your mouth to snap back, Yunjin jumped in defensively, stepping slightly in front of you with a bright but sharp smile.

“Excuse me, Heeseung? She looks amazing, and she doesn’t need your backhanded compliments,” Yunjin said, tilting her head with fake sweetness.

“Unlike some people who only know how to throw loud parties and bring random girls over during midterms, maybe focus on your own game instead of commenting on her outfit.”

Heeseung chuckled lowly, clearly amused by Yunjin’s quick defense, but his eyes never left you. Jake, Beomgyu, and Jay were now watching the exchange from a few feet away, Beomgyu smirking like he was enjoying the show and Jake looking mildly entertained.

“Relax, Yunjin,” Heeseung replied smoothly, taking a sip from his cup. “I’m just saying that she cleaned up dangerous tonight, didn’t think our neighbor owned anything shorter than ankle length. Beomgyu, Jake, Jay back me up here. She looks good, right?”

Beomgyu grinned and raised his cup in a lazy toast. “Yeah, she do be looking fire tonight.”Jake nodded with a bright laugh. “For real, new look suits you.”Jay just shook his head with a small smile, staying quiet but clearly entertained.

You rolled your eyes, lifting your red solo cup to your lips to hide the flush creeping up your cheeks. “Don’t start with me tonight, Heeseung i’m only here for one hour, and I’d rather not spend it dealing with your nonsense.”

Heeseung tilted his head, that signature cocky smirk fully back in place now as he took another slow step closer. The way he was looking at you made the noisy room feel suddenly ten degrees warmer.

“Gonna dance tonight, or are you just here to supervise everyone else’s fun like usual, miss morals?”

You didn’t even give Heeseung the satisfaction of a proper reply. Instead, you flipped him off with a sharp middle finger, turned on your heel, and grabbed Yunjin’s arm. “Come on, let’s go.”

Yunjin laughed loudly, clearly proud of your reaction, and let you drag her deeper into the crowded house while Heeseung’s low chuckle followed behind you. Beomgyu, Jake, and Jay were already teasing him in the background, but you refused to look back.

For the first half hour, the party actually felt manageable. You stuck close to Yunjin and Soobin, sipping from your red solo cup and people watching from a quieter corner of the living room.

The music was loud, the lights flashed in rhythm with the bass, and the alcohol slowly started to loosen the tight knot of stress that midterms had left in your chest. Then Sunghoon appeared again.

He approached your group with that easy, charming smile, eyes mostly locked on Yunjin. “Hey want to dance?”Yunjin’s face lit up like he’d just offered her the moon. She turned to you quickly, squeezing your hand. “You’ll be okay for a bit, right? I’ll be right back!”

Before you could even answer, she was gone, disappearing into the sea of bodies on the dance floor with Sunghoon’s hand on her waist, now it was just you and Soobin.

You tried to keep the conversation light, but the longer you stood there, the more the party energy started to pull at you. The drink in your cup was strong and sweet, and after two weeks of pure academic hell, the idea of letting loose felt dangerously tempting.

“Fuck it,” you muttered under your breath. You downed the rest of your drink in one go, the burn sliding warmly down your throat. Then you grabbed another cup from a passing tray and started sipping again. Why not? Midterms were over. You deserved this.

Soobin noticed and raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t judge. He stayed beside you, chatting quietly, making sure you weren’t completely alone. But after a while, you started feeling guilty. He was sweet, always listening, always there and here he was babysitting you instead of enjoying the party.

“Go talk to your friends,” you told him, giving him a gentle push toward a group of guys waving at him from across the room. “Seriously, Soobin i’ll be fine, i don’t want you wasting your night stuck with me. Go have fun i’ll text you if I need anything.”

He hesitated, looking concerned, but you begged him with your best pleading eyes until he finally nodded. “Okay but stay safe, text me if anything feels off.”

Once Soobin walked away to join his friends, you let yourself drift toward the dance floor. The alcohol was hitting nicely now a warm, fuzzy buzz that made the music feel better and your body lighter.

You moved to the edge of the crowd first, swaying gently, then slowly worked your way deeper into the pulsing bodies.

You didn’t notice him at first. But Heeseung had been watching you the entire time. From the moment Yunjin disappeared with Sunghoon, his eyes had followed you. He watched you down your drinks. He watched you convince Soobin to leave.

And now he watched as you finally stepped fully onto the dance floor, hips moving to the heavy beat, the short black mini skirt riding up just enough to draw attention, the sheer shirt catching the flashing lights.

Heeseung set his cup down and started moving through the crowd toward you, slow and deliberate. When he was close enough, he didn’t just grab you like most guys would. Instead, he leaned in slightly, voice low and surprisingly respectful against the loud music.

“Hey can I dance with you?”

You turned your head, alcohol making you bold. Your eyes met his, and for once, you didn’t immediately snap at him. The buzz in your veins, the way he was looking at you like he couldn’t look away…it made something reckless spark inside you.

You nodded “Yeah okay.” Only then did Heeseung step closer. The moment he did, the space between you disappeared. His body pressed lightly against yours at first, hands hovering respectfully before you started moving together.

The music was sensual, slow and heavy, and your bodies naturally fell into rhythm. It didn’t stay innocent for long. Heeseung’s hands gradually grew bolder one sliding to your waist, the other brushing up your side, fingers grazing the sheer fabric of your shirt.

You moved closer, hips rolling against his, the short skirt brushing against his thighs. His touch grew hotter, palms sliding down to grip your hips, then slowly roaming over the curve of your ass, pulling you flush against him.

The air between you thickened. Your breathing grew heavier. Every brush of his body sent sparks through your skin. Heeseung leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he spoke, voice low. “fuck, not being able to kiss you right now is actual torture.”

The words hit you like a shot of pure heat. The alcohol, the weeks of built up tension, the way his hands felt all over your body everything crashed together in one reckless moment.

You didn’t think, you just acted. turning your head as you grabbed the front of his shirt, and crashed your lips against his.

The kiss was messy, desperate, and instantly wild. Heeseung groaned into your mouth the second your lips met, one hand flying up to cup the back of your neck while the other tightened possessively on your waist, pulling you even harder against him.

You kissed like you were angry at each other—teeth clashing, tongues sliding hot and deep, lips moving with raw hunger.

Heeseung kissed like he’d been waiting for this exact moment. His mouth was demanding, devouring, tilting your head to kiss you deeper. You moaned softly against him, fingers threading into his hair and tugging, which only made him kiss you harder.

The dance floor disappeared around you. The music faded into background noise. There was only the heat of his body, the taste of alcohol on his tongue, and the way his hands roamed greedily over your curves sliding up your back under the sheer shirt, gripping your hips, pressing you so close you could feel exactly how much he wanted you.

The makeout was crazy sloppy, passionate, breathless. You bit his lower lip, and he responded with a low growl, sucking on your tongue before kissing you even harder.

Your bodies moved together to the beat, grinding slowly while your mouths stayed locked in a heated battle.

When you finally pulled back for air, both of you were panting, lips swollen and shiny. Heeseung’s eyes were dark, pupils blown wide as he stared down at you like he wanted to devour you right there on the dance floor.

“Shit” he breathed, forehead resting against yours. “You’re going to kill me tonight.”The kiss finally broke, both of you breathing hard, lips swollen and glistening under the flashing party lights.

Heeseung’s forehead rested against yours, his hands still gripping your hips like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go.

His eyes were dark, pupils blown with want, and the way he looked at you sent another rush of heat straight through your body.

You didn’t think. The alcohol, the weeks of hating him, the way his hands had felt all over you everything made you reckless. You leaned in closer, voice low and breathless against his ear. “Wanna go back to your apartment?”

Heeseung pulled back just enough to look at you, a dangerous smirk tugging at his swollen lips. For a split second, surprise flashed across his face, but it quickly melted into pure hunger.

“Fuck yes”

He didn’t waste another second. His hand slid down to grab yours firmly, fingers lacing tight as he started pulling you through the crowded dance floor. People moved out of the way as Heeseung cut a path toward the front door, his grip on you possessive and urgent.

You barely had time to register anything else Yunjin and Soobin were somewhere in the house, but right now, none of that mattered.The cool night air hit your flushed skin the moment you stepped outside, but it did nothing to calm the fire burning in your veins.

Heeseung’s car was parked a little down the street. He didn’t let go of your hand the entire way, and the second you reached the passenger side, he opened the door for you with surprising speed before rounding the car and sliding into the driver’s seat.

The moment the doors closed, the tension exploded again. Heeseung started the engine, but you were already growing impatient. The short drive back to your apartment building felt too long. Every red light, every stop sign made the ache between your legs worse.

You kept stealing glances at him his jaw tight, hands gripping the steering wheel, the way his shirt was slightly undone from your earlier tugging. At the third red light, you couldn’t hold it in anymore.“Fuck this,” you muttered.

Before Heeseung could react, you unbuckled your seatbelt, climbed over the center console, and straddled his lap in one swift motion. The mini skirt rode up high on your thighs as you settled on top of him, your hands immediately cupping his face as you crashed your lips back onto his.

Heeseung groaned loudly into the kiss, his hands flying to your waist to steady you. The kiss was even wilder than on the dance floor desperate, messy, all tongue and teeth. You rocked your hips against him, grinding down slowly at first, then harder, feeling him harden beneath you through his jeans.

His hands roamed greedily, one sliding up under your sheer shirt to palm your breast over the bralette, the other gripping your ass and pulling you tighter against his growing bulge.

“Shit you’re driving me crazy,” he muttered against your mouth between kisses, voice rough and wrecked.

You moaned softly, grinding down harder, the friction sending sparks through your entire body. The car windows started to fog up as you moved together, lips never leaving each other for long.

Heeseung’s tongue slid against yours, deep and filthy, while his hips bucked up to meet your movements, the steering wheel pressing into your back.

You were completely lost in him hands in his hair, tugging, lips sucking on his bottom lip, hips rolling in desperate circles when the sharp sound of honking suddenly pierced through the haze.

Once, twice, then a chorus of angry car horns blaring behind you reality crashed back in.

You pulled away from the kiss with a gasp, lips shiny and swollen, breathing ragged. The light had turned green, and the cars lined up behind you were laying on their horns, some drivers shouting out their windows.

Heeseung let out a breathless laugh, his hands still gripping your thighs tightly. His eyes were dark, hair messy from your fingers, lips red and kiss bitten.“Fuck,” he rasped, voice hoarse. “We’re gonna cause an accident if you keep this up.”

You quickly scrambled back into the passenger seat, heart pounding, cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and lingering arousal.

Your skirt was hiked up dangerously high, and you tugged it down with shaky hands while Heeseung adjusted himself in his seat, clearly struggling to focus on the road.

He shot you a heated sideways glance, smirk returning as he pressed the gas pedal.“Almost home,” he said, voice low and promising. “Try not to jump me again until we’re inside or don’t. I'm not complaining.”

The rest of the short drive was torturous. The air in the car was thick with tension, both of you stealing glances, the memory of your grinding still fresh and electric.

When Heeseung finally pulled into the parking spot outside your shared apartment building, he killed the engine and turned to you, eyes blazing.

The second you were both out of the car, he grabbed your hand again and practically dragged you toward the entrance, the promise of what was about to happen hanging heavy between you.

The second the door to Heeseung’s apartment slammed shut behind you, all restraint vanished.He had you pinned against the wood before you could even catch your breath, mouth crashing back onto yours in a filthy, open mouthed kiss.

His hands were everywhere one sliding up under your sheer shirt to palm your breast roughly, the other gripping your ass and yanking your hips flush against the hard line of his cock already straining in his jeans.

“Been thinking about this since you walked in wearing that tiny fucking skirt,” he growled against your lips, biting your bottom lip hard enough to make you moan. “Look at you acting like such a good girl all semester and now you’re begging to get fucked in my bed.”

You didn’t deny it you couldn’t. The alcohol and weeks of pent up hatred had turned into pure, desperate need. You tugged at his shirt buttons, popping a few open in your haste, and Heeseung chuckled darkly before ripping the rest off himself.

The shirt hit the floor. Yours followed a second later, then your bralette, leaving your tits exposed to the cool air of his apartment.

Heeseung’s mouth was on your neck instantly, sucking a mark right below your jaw while his hands squeezed your breasts, thumbs flicking over your nipples until they were hard and aching. “So fucking pretty when you’re needy like this,” he muttered, voice low and rough. “Bet you’re already soaked for me, huh?”

You whimpered when he shoved the mini skirt up around your waist and cupped you over your panties. His fingers pressed against the soaked fabric, rubbing slow circles over your clit.

“Shit you are dripping already.” He smirked against your throat. “Such a dirty little secret you’ve been hiding, miss morals.”

You didn’t have time to snap back. Heeseung dropped to his knees right there in the entryway, hooked your panties to the side, and buried his face between your thighs without warning. His tongue dragged a long, nasty stripe up your pussy, groaning at the taste of you.

“Oh my god—” Your head thunked back against the door as he licked and sucked like a man starved, two fingers sliding inside you easily because you were so wet.

He curled them perfectly, pumping fast while his tongue flicked mercilessly over your clit. The sounds were obscene wet, sloppy, loud and he didn’t care. He ate you like he wanted to ruin you.

You came hard on his tongue within minutes, thighs shaking, fingers yanking at his hair as you cried out his name. Heeseung didn’t stop until you were trembling and pushing at his head, then he stood up, lips shiny with your arousal, and kissed you deep so you could taste yourself.

“Bedroom now,” he ordered.

He didn’t wait for you to walk. He grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you like you weighed nothing, carrying you down the short hallway while your legs wrapped around his waist.

Your skirt was still bunched around your hips, panties shoved to the side. You could feel his cock pressing against your soaked core with every step.

The second he kicked his bedroom door open, he dropped you onto the bed. You barely had time to bounce before he was stripping the rest of his clothes off. His jeans and boxers hit the floor and his cock sprang free—thick, hard, and already leaking at the tip.

Your mouth watered at the sight. Heeseung climbed over you, caging you in with his arms. “You want this?” he asked, voice dark, one hand stroking his cock slowly as he looked down at you. “Tell me you want it.”

“I want it,” you breathed, reaching down to wrap your hand around him. “Fuck me, Heeseung.”That was all it took.

He shoved your legs apart wider, lined himself up, and pushed in with one long, brutal thrust. You gasped at the stretch, nails digging into his shoulders as he bottomed out inside you, so deep you swore you could feel him in your stomach.

“Fuck, so tight,” he groaned, forehead dropping to yours. “Taking me so well already.”Then he started moving hard fast and filthy.

The headboard slammed against the wall with every thrust, the same wall that separated your apartments. The irony wasn’t lost on you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Heeseung fucked you like he’d been imagining this exact moment for months.Deep, punishing strokes that made your tits bounce and your breath hitch.

He grabbed one of your legs and hooked it over his shoulder, folding you in half so he could fuck you even deeper. The new angle made you cry out, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the room.

“Look at you,” he rasped, eyes locked on where his cock was disappearing inside you. “Taking every inch like a good little slut, who would’ve thought the girl next door gets this fucking nasty?”

The degradation was light, just enough to make your pussy clench harder around him. You moaned louder, hips trying to meet his thrusts.

Heeseung’s hand slid between your bodies, thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit while he pounded into you.

“Come on, baby. Come on my cock again, wanna feel you squeezing me.” You shattered for the second time, back arching, walls fluttering around his thick length as your orgasm crashed through you. Heeseung fucked you through it, hips never slowing, chasing his own release.

“Fuck— I’m close,” he growled, voice strained. “Where do you want it?” He asked, “Inside,” you gasped, still riding the high. “Come inside me.”

Heeseung cursed loudly, thrusting a few more brutal times before he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. You felt every pulse, every hot spurt filling you up as he groaned your name against your neck, hips jerking through the aftershocks.

For a moment the only sounds were both of you breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat.

Heeseung stayed inside you for a long minute, forehead pressed to yours, before he finally pulled out slowly. A trickle of his cum leaked out of you onto the sheets, and he watched it with dark, satisfied eyes then collapsed beside you.

Instead of pulling away, Heeseung immediately reached for you. He wrapped one strong arm around your waist and tugged you against his chest, your back flush to his front in a tight, warm hug. His other hand gently pulled the duvet up over both of you, cocooning your naked bodies in soft warmth.

You were still sticky with sweat and cum, thighs trembling, but the way he held you possessive yet surprisingly gentle made something soft flutter in your chest despite everything.

Heeseung pressed a lazy kiss to the back of your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin.“Stay,” he murmured, voice already thick with sleep as he tightened his arm around you. “Just stay.”

Exhausted, fucked out, and strangely comforted by his warmth, you let your eyes drift shut. His steady heartbeat against your back and the heavy duvet wrapped around you lulled you quickly into sleep, safe in Heeseung’s arms for the night.

ꪆ୧ ─── ドラマ. next morning !

The first thing you registered was the pounding in your head. Your eyes fluttered open slowly, the dim light filtering through unfamiliar curtains making everything feel hazy. The digital clock on the nightstand glowed red 4:28 a.m.

Your mouth was dry, throat scratchy, and a dull throb pulsed behind your temples the unmistakable aftermath of too many drinks and not nearly enough sleep. You shifted slightly under the heavy duvet, and that’s when you felt it.

A warm, solid body pressed against your back. An arm draped heavily over your waist, holding you close skin against skin. The faint scent of cologne, sweat, and something distinctly masculine filled your senses.

Your heart slammed against your ribs. Memories from last night crashed over you like ice water.

The party, the red solo cup dancing. Heeseung’s hands all over your body on the dance floor. The reckless invitation. The car ride where you’d climbed into his lap like you had no shame.

The way he’d pinned you against his door, dropped to his knees in the entryway, fucked you hard on his bed until you were crying out his name. The filthy sounds. The way he’d filled you up. The way he’d pulled you against his chest afterward, hugging you tight under the duvet as you both drifted off.

You had fucked Lee Heeseung

You had fucked your loud, cocky, insufferable neighbor the basketball captain you’d spent months complaining about, the one who called you “Miss Morals” like it was the funniest joke in the world.

Mortification burned hot through your entire body. Your stomach twisted violently. What the hell had you been thinking? The alcohol had stripped away every ounce of common sense, and now you were lying naked in his bed, his cum still faintly sticky between your thighs, his arm wrapped around you like you belonged there.

Heeseung was still sound asleep behind you, breathing deep and even, his chest rising and falling steadily against your back. His face was relaxed in sleep no smirk, no cocky grin but you knew the second he woke up, everything would change.

He would never let you live this down. The teasing would be relentless. “Miss morals” would turn into something far worse. He’d smirk every time he saw you in the hallway, make dirty little comments about how loud you’d been, how desperate you’d sounded begging for him.

The walls between your apartments were thin he’d probably bring it up every time you complained about his noise again. Your life next door would become a living hell.You couldn’t stay here.

Panic clawed up your throat. You had to leave before he woke up. Before this became real. Before he opened his eyes and looked at you with that knowing, satisfied smirk.

Carefully, so carefully, you lifted his arm from your waist. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake, murmuring something incoherent under his breath. Your heart hammered as you slowly slid out from under the duvet, the cool air hitting your naked skin and raising goosebumps.

You moved like a ghost around his room, gathering your scattered clothes as quietly as possible. Your sheer black shirt, the black bralette, the dangerously short mini skirt, your panties all crumpled on the floor where they’d been tossed in the heat of the moment.

You dressed as fast as you could, fingers trembling as you buttoned the sheer shirt and tugged the mini skirt down your thighs. Your hair was a mess, makeup probably smudged, but you didn’t care. You just needed to get out.

Barefoot, shoes in hand, you tiptoed toward the bedroom door. Every creak of the floorboards felt deafening. You glanced back once at Heeseung still asleep, one arm now stretched across the empty space where you’d been, dark hair messy against the pillow.

A strange, unwelcome pang twisted in your chest, but you shoved it down hard. This never happened.

You slipped out of his bedroom, quietly closing the door behind you. The living room was dark and silent. You navigated through the unfamiliar space, heart racing, until you reached the front door. The lock clicked softly as you turned it.

The hallway was empty and dimly lit when you stepped outside. The cool air felt like freedom. You didn’t even bother putting your shoes on yet you just hurried the few steps to your own apartment door next door, fumbling with your keys until they finally slid into the lock.

The moment you were inside, you locked the door behind you, leaned against it, and slid down to the floor, breathing hard.

Your body still ached in the best and worst ways. Thighs sore, a faint bruise forming on your hip from his grip, the ghost of his touch lingering everywhere. You could still feel him inside you, still taste the heat of his mouth.

You buried your face in your hands, mortified beyond words. What had you done?You had slept with the one person you couldn’t stand and now you had to live right next door to him, pretending it never happened.

Because if Heeseung ever found out you’d run away like this, the teasing would only get worse much, much worse. You spent the rest of that early morning in a haze of denial.

Your phone vibrated then again. You reached for it with a heavy sigh, squinting at the bright screen.

yunjin ( 3 new messages )

yunjin : babe where did u go?? one second u were dancing and then u disappeared 😭

yunjin : sunghoon said he saw u leave with someone?? pls tell me ur okay

yunjin : im worried call me when u wake up!!

soobin ( 4 new messages )

soobin : hey, you okay? you left pretty suddenly last night without telling both of us yunjin’s freaking out a bit

soobin : let me know if you got home safe

soobin : if you need anything or want to talk, i’m here no pressure

soobin : hope you’re resting well ❤️

You stared at the messages, throat tightening. The kindness in Soobin’s texts and Yunjin’s worried energy made fresh tears prick at your eyes. They had no idea what you had done. No idea you had spent the night in Heeseung’s bed, letting him touch you, kiss you, fuck you like you’d lost all common sense.

You typed back with trembling fingers, keeping it short and vague

you : got home safe, just drank too much and needed to leave early sorry for worrying you guys i’m okay, just tired talk later ❤️

You sent it and immediately turned your phone on silent, burying your face in your hands the memories wouldn’t stop replaying. Heeseung’s hands on your hips, his mouth on your neck. The way he had groaned your name when he came inside you.

How safe and warm his arms had felt when he pulled you under the duvet afterward. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to push it all away this never happened.

After sliding down your front door and sitting on the cold floor for what felt like hours, you finally dragged yourself to the shower.

You scrubbed your skin until it was raw, trying to wash away every trace of Heeseung his scent, his touch, the sticky evidence of what you’d done between your thighs. The hot water did nothing to erase the soreness or the vivid flashbacks that kept playing on loop in your head.

By the time the sun came up, you had made a decision this never happened. You would bury it so deep that even you would start to believe it. No one needed to know. Not Yunjin, not Soobin, not even yourself on most days.

You would go back to normal go to classes, focus on your art curator projects, complain about the noise next door like always. And most importantly, you would avoid Lee Heeseung at all costs.

ꪆ୧ ─── ドラマ. flashback !

Heeseung stepped out of his apartment with a half empty water bottle in hand, planning to grab the last box from his car before the evening practice. The hallway was quiet until it wasn’t.

A girl came rushing around the corner, arms overloaded with a massive cardboard box that completely blocked her line of sight. She collided straight into his chest with a startled gasp.

The box flew out of her hands and crashed to the floor, spilling books, notebooks, and what looked like art supplies everywhere across the hallway carpet. Heeseung instinctively reached out and grabbed her arms to keep her from stumbling backward.

She looked up at him, flushed and clearly annoyed, strands of hair falling across her face from the chaotic move. She was pretty, sharp eyes, determined expression the kind of girl who didn’t seem impressed by campus status.

A smirk tugged at his lips before he could stop it.“Easy there, neighbor,” he drawled, voice laced with amusement. “You always run into people like you’re trying to tackle them, or am I just lucky?”

She blinked, then quickly crouched down to gather her scattered belongings, avoiding his gaze.“Sorry,” she muttered, tone tight and clipped. “Didn’t see you.”

Heeseung crouched down as well, picking up a thick book on museum curation that had slid toward his foot. He turned it over in his hands, raising an eyebrow.“Art stuff, huh?” he asked casually. “You moving in next door?”

“Yeah just today,” she replied shortly, snatching the book back from him with a little more force than necessary.

He stood up first and leaned against the wall, arms crossing over his chest as he watched her struggle to reorganize everything into the box. Most girls would have smiled, maybe even recognized him as the basketball captain.

This one? She looked like she already wanted nothing to do with him.“I’m Heeseung,” he said, flashing his most charming grin. “Lee Heeseung, your new neighbor. Need help carrying that? Looks heavy.” He offered,

“I’m good thanks,” she answered without even looking up, standing quickly and slinging the tote over her shoulder.

Heeseung didn’t move out of the way. Instead, he tilted his head, studying her with open curiosity. There was something refreshing about her indifference that it made him want to push a little harder.

“Just so you know,” he added, voice dropping into a teasing tone, “The walls here are pretty thin, try not to be too loud when you’re studying or doing whatever it is, serious art curator girls do at night.”Her eyes finally snapped up to his, narrowing with clear irritation.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said flatly. “And maybe you can try keeping your parties down some people actually have to study to pass their classes.”

Heeseung let out a low, genuine laugh that echoed down the empty hallway. She had bite and he liked that.

“Welcome to the building, miss morals,” he called after her as she turned toward her door, the nickname slipping out naturally. She didn’t respond. She fumbled with her keys, unlocked her apartment, and slipped inside without another word, the door shutting with a firm click.

Heeseung stood there for a moment longer, still grinning to himself. The girl next door already hated him, and he hadn’t even thrown his first party yet. This was going to be interesting.

The gym echoed with the sharp squeak of sneakers and the rhythmic bounce of basketballs. Afternoon practice was in full swing, but during a water break, Heeseung leaned against the bleachers, towel draped over his shoulders, a cocky grin already plastered on his face.

Jay tossed him a bottle of water. “You look way too happy for someone who just ran suicides.”Heeseung laughed, taking a long sip before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Can’t help it ran into the new neighbor again this morning.”

Beomgyu perked up immediately, spinning the ball on his finger. “The girl next door? The one who already hates your guts?”

“miss morals herself,” Heeseung confirmed, his smirk widening. “I was just leaving for practice when she came out, i told her the walls are thin and she should try not to be too loud at night. You should’ve seen her face, she looked like she wanted to throw her coffee at me.”

Jake, who was stretching nearby, let out a loud laugh. “Dude, you’re obsessed! that’s like the third time this week you’ve mentioned her.”

“I’m not obsessed,” Heeseung shot back, but his grin betrayed him. “It’s just too easy. She gets so worked up over the smallest things. Last week I had a couple of people over, nothing crazy and she banged on my door at midnight like the apartment was on fire, called me an entitled asshole who only passes because ‘daddy pays for everything.’”

The group burst into laughter. Sunghoon shook his head, amused. “She’s got balls, most girls on campus would be throwing themselves at you the second they find out you’re the captain.”

“Exactly,” Heeseung said, tossing the towel aside. “That’s what makes it fun, she doesn’t give a single fuck who I am. No flirty smiles, no asking for tickets to games, nothing. She just glares at me like I personally ruined her life by existing next door it’s hilarious.”

Beomgyu grinned mischievously. “So what’s your plan? Keep annoying her until she moves out?”

“Nah,” Heeseung replied, bouncing the ball once. “I’m just getting started, next time the music’s on, I might turn it up a little louder to see how long it takes before she comes marching over again. Bet she’ll have that cute little angry face on.”

Jake, who had been quietly listening while stretching his hamstrings, suddenly straightened up with a knowing look.“Don’t you think you’re in love with her or something?” he asked casually, but loud enough for the whole group to hear.

The gym went quiet for half a second before the guys exploded with laughter and teasing whistles. Heeseung nearly choked on his water. “What the fuck, Jake?”

Jake shrugged, completely unfazed. “Think about it, she’s literally the only girl who doesn’t give a shit about you no ego stroking, no chasing after the basketball star. She treats you like any other annoying neighbor and instead of leaving her alone, you keep poking at her like a kid with a new toy. That sounds like a crush to me.”

“Bullshit,” Heeseung scoffed, but his ears turned slightly red. He dribbled the ball harder than necessary, trying to play it cool. “I’m not in love with her, she’s just entertaining. It's fun watching her get all riled up, that’s it.”

Jay raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Sure ‘Entertaining.’ that’s why you bring her up every single practice.”

“Exactly,” Jake added with a grin. “If she suddenly started being nice to you, you’d probably be bored in a week but because she ignores you and calls you out, you can’t stop thinking about her.”

Heeseung pointed the ball at Jake threateningly, though his smirk was fighting to stay hidden. “Keep talking and I’ll make you run extra laps, Sim.”

The team laughed again, but Jake just held up his hands in surrender, still smiling. “I’m just saying, man. One day you’re gonna realize you’re not annoying her because it’s funny, you’re doing it because you like the way she fights back.”

Heeseung rolled his eyes and turned away, dribbling the ball toward the court to end the conversation. But as practice resumed and he sank a clean three pointer, Jake’s words lingered in the back of his mind longer than he wanted to admit.

Maybe there was a tiny bit of truth to it. Or maybe he just really, really enjoyed getting on your nerves.

The laughter from the team slowly died down as practice resumed. Heeseung shook off Jake’s teasing comment, channeling the slight irritation into sharper shots. He sank another clean three pointer, the ball swishing through the net with satisfying precision.

For a few minutes, the court felt like the only place where everything made sense no annoying neighbors, no complicated feelings, just the game. Then the gym doors swung open with a loud bang.

Everyone turned as a tall, sharply dressed man in a tailored coat strode in, his presence immediately sucking the casual energy out of the room. Coach paused mid instruction, nodding respectfully.

Heeseung’s stomach dropped the moment he recognized the figure his father. Mr. Lee didn’t smile. He never did when he showed up unannounced like this. His eyes scanned the court with cold calculation, lingering on Heeseung with clear disapproval.

“Take five, boys,” Coach called out, sensing the shift in atmosphere. Heeseung wiped the sweat from his brow and walked over, jaw already tight. “Dad what are you doing here?”Mr. Lee stopped a few feet away, arms folded behind his back. His voice was low but carried easily across the quiet gym.

“I came to see if my son is actually putting in the work that’s supposed to get him into the NBA,” he said flatly. “From what I’ve been hearing, it doesn’t look like it.”Heeseung’s friends lingered nearby, pretending to drink water but clearly listening.

“I’ve been at every practice,” Heeseung replied, keeping his tone even. “Coach said my shooting percentage is up this week—”

“Don’t make excuses,” his father cut him off sharply. “Your brother Heedo was never this distracted at your age, he was laser focused top scorer captainfull ride to the best program in the country. And you? You’re out here laughing with your little friends during water breaks, probably thinking about parties and girls instead of the game.”

Heeseung’s grip tightened on the basketball until his knuckles turned white.“I’m not distracted,” he said through gritted teeth. Mr.Lee stepped closer, voice dropping into that familiar, cutting tone that always found its mark.

“You’re good for nothing if you can’t even focus on what matters. All that talent wasted because you’d rather play around and act like some campus king. You think the scouts care about your popularity? they don’t, you will never be enough if you keep this up and you will certainly never be better than your brother.”

The words landed like punches. Heedo — the golden child. The one who had already made it pro overseas. The one their father never stopped comparing him to.Heeseung’s jaw clenched so hard it ached. He wanted to snap back, to defend himself, but years of this had taught him it was useless. His father never listened.

Mr. Lee straightened his coat, expression unchanging. “Fix it or don’t bother coming home for the holidays, i didn’t raise a failure.”Without waiting for a reply, he turned and walked out of the gym, the heavy doors swinging shut behind him with a final, echoing thud. The silence that followed was uncomfortable.

Heeseung stood there for a moment, staring at the floor, chest tight with anger and something heavier he refused to name. The team slowly went back to practice, but the energy had shifted. Jake shot him a concerned look, but Heeseung ignored it, dribbling the ball harder than necessary as he moved back onto the court.

Inside, the familiar bitterness churned.His father’s words echoed louder than any cheering crowd ever could. You will never be enough. You will never be better than your brother. Heeseung sank another shot, but this time it didn’t feel satisfying.

All he could think about was how easy it was to annoy the girl next door because at least when she glared at him and called him an entitled asshole, he felt something other than this hollow, crushing weight.

The heavy gym doors swung shut behind Mr. Lee, leaving an awkward silence in his wake. The team tried to resume practice, but the atmosphere had soured.

Heeseung stood frozen for a few seconds, staring at the spot where his father had been. The familiar sting of those words good for nothing, never enough, never better than your brother settled heavy in his chest like lead.

Jake jogged over, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, man don’t let him get to you, your dad’s always been like that you’re killing it out here.”

“Yeah,” Beomgyu added, spinning the ball on his finger. “Ignore him, you’re the one who’s gonna make it to the NBA, not Heedo.” Jay nodded. “Come on, let’s run some more plays we’ll crush the next game.”Heeseung forced a half smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah sure.”

He went through the motions for the rest of practice dribbling, shooting, defending but he was quiet. No cocky jokes no teasing his teammates no loud laughter. Every time someone tried to pull him into conversation or hype him up after a good play, he gave short, one word replies and kept his head down. The usual spark was gone.

Even Coach noticed, shooting him concerned glances but saying nothing.The moment practice officially ended, Heeseung grabbed his bag and left first, ignoring the calls from his friends asking if he wanted to grab food. He needed air. He needed to get away from the echoes of his father’s voice.

He walked aimlessly for a while, the cool evening air doing little to clear his head. Eventually, his feet carried him toward the small café just off campus the one with decent coffee and quiet corners where he sometimes went to think.He pushed open the door, the bell jingling softly, and scanned the room out of habit and then he saw you.

You were sitting alone at a corner table near the window, surrounded by textbooks, notes, and your laptop. Your hair was tied up messily, a pen between your teeth as you frowned at something on the screen. You looked focused serious and annoyingly cute in that concentrated way of yours.

A small, familiar spark ignited in his chest the one that always appeared whenever he spotted you. Before he could think better of it, Heeseung walked straight over and slid into the seat across from you without asking.You looked up, startled at first, then your expression quickly shifted into pure annoyance.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you asked, voice sharp but low enough not to disturb the other customers. You closed your laptop slightly, glaring at him. “This is my table, go sit somewhere else.”

Heeseung leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms, that signature smirk slowly returning despite the heavy weight still sitting in his stomach. Seeing your irritated face felt lighter somehow. Easier than dealing with everything else.

“Relax, miss morals,” he said, voice teasing. “I’m not here to ruin your precious study time. Just saw you and thought I’d say hi to my favorite neighbor.”

You rolled your eyes so hard it was almost impressive. “Favorite? We barely tolerate each other and I’m trying to work unlike some people who can afford to slack off because ‘daddy can pay for everything.’”

The jab should’ve stung more, especially after his father’s visit, but instead it made Heeseung’s smirk widen. There, it was that fire. That complete lack of care for who he was or what people usually said to him. You didn’t tiptoe around him. You didn’t try to impress him. You just called him out.

It felt strangely nice. Not in a romantic way, just refreshing ( liar liar liar he is totally in love with her ) He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table. “Ouch straight for the throat today. What are you working on that’s got you so grumpy? Another museum thing? Planning to curate an exhibit called ‘Why Heeseung Should Shut Up’?”

You gave him a flat look, clearly not amused. “It’s for my capstone project and yes, if it helps keep loud neighbors quiet, I might include a whole section on it.”

Heeseung chuckled softly, the sound genuine even if it was quiet. For the first time since his dad had shown up, the tight knot in his chest loosened just a fraction. He realized something in that moment. Your company wasn’t bad.

In fact, sitting here watching you get all annoyed and snappy at him felt better than sitting alone with his father’s words ringing in his head. It was simple predictable in the best way. You gave him a reaction real, unfiltered and for a few minutes, it made everything else fade into the background.

He loved annoying you. Not because he wanted to hurt you but because when you pushed back, it reminded him he was still here. Still capable of feeling something other than pressure and disappointment.

“Fine,” he said, raising his hands in mock surrender, though he made no move to leave. “I’ll behave for now but only if you tell me what that exhibit is actually about.” You narrowed your eyes suspiciously, clearly debating whether to kick him out or just ignore him. Heeseung waited, smirk still in place, secretly hoping you’d keep arguing with him a little longer.

ꪆ୧ ─── ドラマ. heeseung’s pov !

Heeseung woke up to a heavy, unfamiliar silence.

His eyes opened slowly, the soft gray morning light filtering through the curtains. His body felt sore in places that reminded him immediately of last night a dull ache in his shoulders, the faint stickiness between the sheets, the faint scent of sex still hanging in the air.

He turned his head to the side the bed was empty. The spot where you had been lying was cold, the pillow slightly dented but untouched now. No clothes scattered on the floor no shoes by the door nothing.

Heeseung sat up slowly, rubbing his face with both hands. The memories came back in quiet, unflinching flashes the party you in that short black skirt.The heated dancing that turned into something reckless.The desperate makeout in his car while horns blared behind you.

How he’d carried you inside, how urgently you both had moved against each other against the door, then on this bed.The way you had moaned his name.The way he had finished inside you.

And how, afterward, he had pulled you close under the duvet, your back against his chest, both of you falling asleep in silence.

Now you were gone. He glanced at the clock. 7:23 a.m. You must have woken up in a panic sometime in the early hours and slipped out while he was still asleep. The realization settled in his stomach like a stone heavy, uncomfortable, and strangely final.

Heeseung let out a long, tired breath and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He sat there for a moment, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. This was a mistake, a stupid, drunken mistake.

You had always made it clear how much you couldn’t stand him. The constant complaints about his noise, the glares in the hallway, the way you called him entitled behind his back.

Last night had been nothing more than too much alcohol and bad judgment on both sides. You waking up and running away only confirmed it.He didn’t blame you. If anything, he felt a quiet wave of regret wash over him. He should have known better.

He should have stopped things before they went that far. Now things between you two were already tense, this was going to be even more awkward.

Heeseung stood up and walked to the bathroom. While the shower heated up, he looked at himself in the mirror. There were faint scratch marks on his shoulders and a small bruise near his collarbone. Physical proof that last night had really happened.

He stepped under the hot water, letting it run over his face and shoulders. It never happened, he told himself. That was the only way forward.He would forget about it. Pretend the entire night was a blur he couldn’t quite remember.

No teasing no comments in the hallway no bringing it up ever again. You clearly wanted to erase it, and honestly so did he. The last thing he needed right now was more complications in his life especially with someone who lived right next door.

After the shower, he got dressed in a simple black t-shirt and sweatpants. He made coffee in the kitchen, moving on autopilot. The apartment felt too quiet now.

Heeseung leaned against the counter, sipping the bitter drink, and stared at the wall that separated his place from yours.From now on, things would go back to normal. You would keep avoiding him like you always did.

He would keep his music at a reasonable volume when he remembered. And neither of you would ever speak about what happened last night. It was better this way, cleaner and simpler.

He finished his coffee, rinsed the mug, and set it in the sink. Last night was a mistake and as far as Heeseung was concerned, it was already forgotten.

For the next two weeks, you turned your life into a carefully orchestrated mission of avoidance while your body slowly started betraying you in ways you couldn’t ignore. The mantra remained the same this never happened.

Every morning began the same way. Your alarm went off at 6:15 a.m., pulling you from restless sleep. The moment you sat up, a familiar wave of nausea rolled through your stomach, not violent, but persistent and queasy, making the room feel slightly off balance.

You’d sit on the edge of the bed for a few minutes, breathing slowly through your nose, waiting for it to pass. Some mornings it did. Others, you’d rush to the bathroom and dry heave over the sink, nothing coming up except bitter bile and a metallic taste that lingered on your tongue.

Once the worst of it subsided, you’d quickly get ready, choosing simple, comfortable clothes that wouldn’t draw attention. Then came the listening part. You’d press your ear to the front door, heart beating a little too fast, straining to hear any sound from Heeseung’s apartment next door.

If you caught even the faintest click of his lock or the low murmur of his voice on a phone call, you’d wait sometimes ten minutes, sometimes twenty pretending to reorganize your bag or check your notes until the hallway was silent again.

Leaving became a tactical exercise. You slipped out as quietly as possible, taking the side staircase instead of the main hallway whenever you spotted his car in the parking lot. The fatigue hit hardest during these moments.

Your legs felt heavier than usual, and by the time you reached campus, you were already drained, needing to sit down in the library for a few minutes just to catch your breath. Coming home was even more stressful.

You started timing your returns obsessively. If practice usually ended around 6 p.m., you’d stay late at the library or in an empty classroom, working on your capstone exhibition proposal until you were sure Heeseung was either out with friends or already inside. One evening, the dizziness caught you off guard.

You had just turned the corner into your hallway when the world tilted slightly. You had to lean against the wall, breathing shallowly, while a strong wave of nausea made your stomach churn.

The faint scent of someone’s dinner cooking nearby sent you rushing the last few steps to your door. The moment you got inside, you barely made it to the toilet before vomiting actual, forceful vomiting that left you trembling on the cold tile floor.

You told yourself it was stress. The constant hyper vigilance. The lack of proper sleep. The emotional weight of pretending that night had never occurred. But the symptoms kept creeping in, growing harder to dismiss.

Smells became your enemy. The aroma of coffee from the café near campus, which you used to love, now made your stomach revolt. You switched to plain crackers and ginger tea, keeping a secret stash in your bag.

Even the scent of your own shampoo sometimes triggered a gag reflex. Food tasted strange too salty, too sweet, or completely off. You lost interest in meals altogether, surviving on small portions that you could keep down.

The fatigue settled deep in your bones. You’d come home from classes, collapse on the couch, and wake up hours later feeling like you hadn’t rested at all.

Your breasts felt tender and slightly swollen, brushing against your shirt making you wince. Mood swings hit at random. One minute you were focused on your work, the next you felt inexplicably teary or irritable. All of this made the avoidance even more draining.

One Thursday night, your timing failed you had stayed late at the library, hoping Heeseung would already be inside. When you finally dragged your tired body back to the building, the hallway lights felt blindingly bright.

Just as you reached your door, fumbling with your keys, you heard the unmistakable click of his lock opening.Panic surged through you. Your hands shook so badly that the keys nearly dropped. You managed to slip inside just as his door opened, pressing your back against the wood, heart hammering wildly.

You held your breath, listening to his footsteps pass by. The moment they faded, the nausea hit like a wave. You barely made it to the bathroom before throwing up again, knees weak, tears stinging your eyes from the force of it.

Afterward, you sat on the bathroom floor with your forehead resting on your knees, breathing shakily. This was getting worse.You were exhausted from the constant calculation when to leave, when to return, which route to take, how long to wait in the stairwell. The thin wall between your apartments felt like a constant threat.

You’d hear him moving around sometimes. The low sound of his music ( mercifully quieter these days ), the murmur of his voice when he was on the phone, the occasional laugh. Every sound made your stomach twist with anxiety and unwelcome memories.

You became hyper aware of everything. You avoided cooking anything with strong smells. You did laundry at 2 a.m. when you were sure he was asleep. You even changed the time you took showers, worried the sound of running water might coincide with him coming home.

Yunjin and Soobin noticed the changes. “You’ve been canceling plans a lot,” Yunjin said during one quick lunch. “And you look really tired, are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” you lied, forcing a weak smile while fighting the nausea brought on by the smell of her food. “Just stressed about the capstone deadline it’s taking everything out of me.”

Soobin watched you quietly, concern clear in his eyes, but he didn’t push. Inside your apartment, the symptoms continued to build.

Mornings were brutal. You’d wake up with tender breasts and that persistent queasy feeling. Some days the vomiting was so bad you had to keep a small bucket discreetly by your bed.

The fatigue made it hard to focus during lectures. You'd find yourself zoning out, head heavy, fighting the urge to lay your head on the desk. Yet you refused to connect the dots .It’s just stress, you told yourself repeatedly. The avoidance the guilt the lack of sleep.

You pushed through, continuing your careful dance of avoidance. You timed every exit and entry with military precision. You became an expert at predicting Heeseung’s schedule ( she should become a dispatch employee )

You kept your headphones on to drown out any sound from next door. You buried yourself in your art curator work, sketching exhibition layouts late into the night until your eyes burned.Two full weeks passed in this strange limbo.

You were pale, exhausted, and constantly on edge. The nausea came in unpredictable waves. The fatigue made simple tasks feel monumental. And the fear of accidentally seeing Heeseung in the hallway kept you trapped in this self imposed isolation.

Deep down, a small, terrified voice in the back of your mind whispered that something was very wrong. But you silenced it the same way you silenced every memory of that night this never happened.

You would keep avoiding him. You would keep pretending everything was normal.Even as your body screamed louder and louder that nothing was normal anymore.

One ordinary afternoon, everything shifted. You were sitting in the small campus café with Yunjin and Soobin, the three of you squeezed around a corner table. Yunjin was dramatically slumped in her chair, one hand pressed to her lower stomach, complaining loudly.

“Ugh, my period is literally killing me today,” she groaned, stirring her iced latte with a pout. “Cramps are so bad, I can barely sit straight why does it always hit the worst during the worst season? I swear my uterus hates me.”

Soobin chuckled softly, offering her a sympathetic smile. “Do you want me to grab you some painkillers from the convenience store?” You tried to smile and nod along, but the words barely registered.

Her period is killing her…..

The sentence echoed in your head like a siren your own period. You mentally counted the days. It should have come a full week ago. Seven days late. Maybe more.

You had been so caught up in avoiding Heeseung, dealing with the constant nausea, fatigue, and vomiting that you hadn’t even noticed the date slipping by. Your heart started beating faster.

You pulled out your phone under the table and quietly opened your cycle tracking app. The screen glowed with the familiar calendar. A bright red notification stared back at you

period : 7 days late

You stared at the words until they blurred. No no, no, no. You tried to push the thought away immediately. It had to be stress. The irregular sleep, the constant anxiety of avoiding Heeseung, the vomiting all of it could easily throw your cycle off. That was normal right?

But then the symptoms started flashing through your mind like warning lights. The persistent nausea every morning. The vomiting that left you weak on the bathroom floor. The crushing fatigue that made it hard to stay awake in lectures.

The dizziness, sensitivity to smells, tender, swollen breasts. Your stomach dropped, could you be pregnant?

The word felt foreign and terrifying in your head. No. Absolutely not. You wouldn’t get pregnant from one night. One reckless, stupid night. People had unprotected sex all the time and nothing happened.

You were on the pill…wait, were you? You had been so stressed with midterms that you couldn’t even remember if you had taken it properly that week. The thought made bile rise in your throat again.

Across the table, Yunjin and Soobin were still talking something about upcoming assignments and a group project. Their voices sounded far away, like you were underwater.You couldn’t focus on a single word they were saying. Your mind was spinning, heart pounding so hard you were sure they could hear it.

Yunjin waved a hand in front of your face. “Hello? Earth to you! you’ve been spacing out the entire time are you okay?”You blinked, forcing yourself back to the present. Your mouth felt dry.

“I—yeah, sorry just tired,” you mumbled. “Guys, I think I’m gonna head home early today my head’s killing me.”Soobin frowned, concern clear in his eyes. “Do you want me to walk you back?”“No, it’s fine,” you said quickly, already standing up and grabbing your bag. “I’ll text you later promise.”

You left the café before they could protest, walking fast, then almost jogging once you were out of sight. The nausea was back, stronger now, mixing with pure terror. Your hands were shaking as you headed straight for the small convenience store two blocks away.

Inside the store, you felt like every camera was watching you. You moved quickly through the aisles, heart hammering, until you found the family planning section. There were several pregnancy test kits.

You grabbed the most reliable looking one with trembling fingers, not even reading the brand properly. The cashier gave you a neutral look as you paid, but you couldn’t meet her eyes.

Bag clutched tightly to your chest, you practically ran the entire way back to your apartment building. You took the side stairs again, praying Heeseung wasn’t around. The moment you were inside your own apartment, you locked the door twice and leaned against it, breathing hard.

You pulled the kit out of the bag with shaking hands. The box felt heavy dangerous. You read the instructions carefully, twice. Pee on the stick. Wait three minutes. One line = not pregnant. Two lines = pregnant simple but terrifying.

You went to the bathroom, heart pounding so loudly it echoed in your ears. You followed every step exactly, hands trembling so badly you almost dropped the test. When you were done, you placed the stick on the counter and set a timer on your phone three minutes.

You paced the small bathroom, arms wrapped tightly around yourself. Every second felt like an hour. The nausea was back, but this time it had nothing to do with morning sickness. It was pure fear.

What if it was positive?

What if you were actually pregnant with Heeseung’s baby?

The thought made your knees weak. You slid down the wall until you were sitting on the cold tile floor, staring at the test on the counter like it was a bomb about to go off.The timer was still counting down.

Two minutes left. You hugged your knees to your chest, eyes fixed on the small plastic stick that now, held your entire future in two little lines. You were so scared.

The timer on your phone hit zero with a soft chime that felt deafening in the small bathroom. You stayed frozen on the cold tile floor for several long seconds, knees drawn to your chest, staring at the pregnancy test lying face up on the counter like it was a live grenade.

Slowly, you pushed yourself up on shaky legs and stepped closer. One line was already dark and clear the control line. The second line was faint at first, but unmistakable. A pale pink line slowly darkening right beside the first one.

two lines = positive

You blinked hard, once, twice, as if the result would magically change if you stared long enough.“No…” you whispered, voice cracking. “No, that can’t be right.”Denial crashed over you like a wave. You snatched the test off the counter and held it closer to the light, turning it at different angles. Maybe it was a faulty test.

Maybe the line was an evaporation line. Maybe you had read the instructions wrong. You grabbed the box again and reread the instructions three more times, your hands trembling so badly the paper shook.

But no matter how many times you checked, the two lines stared back at you, clear and undeniable. It was positive. You were pregnant. The reality slammed into you all at once.

Your knees buckled. You sank back down to the bathroom floor, the test still clutched tightly in your hand. A sob tore out of your throat before you could stop it. Hot tears spilled down your cheeks as the full weight of what this meant crashed over you.

You were pregnant with Heeseung’s baby. The boy you couldn’t stand. The neighbor you had spent months avoiding. The one person you had sworn to pretend never touched you.

A broken sound escaped you half sob, half laugh of pure disbelief. Your free hand moved instinctively to your stomach, pressing lightly against the still flat surface. There was a life growing inside you right now. A tiny, real consequence of one reckless, drunken night.

The crying came harder. You curled in on yourself, forehead resting on your knees as sobs wracked your body. All the symptoms you had tried to blame on stress the nausea, the vomiting, the fatigue, the dizziness suddenly made perfect, terrifying sense.

You were going to have a baby. And the father was the last person on earth you wanted to be tied to. After several long minutes, the tears slowed, leaving you drained and hollow. You wiped your face with the back of your hand, staring blankly at the two pink lines.

You made a decision right there on the bathroom floor. You were not telling Heeseung anything, not a single word.He didn’t need to know. He would never know. Telling him would only make everything worse the teasing, the drama, the forced proximity, the endless complications with someone you already couldn’t stand.

You could barely handle living next door to him as it was. Bringing a child into that mess was unthinkable. This was your problem. Your body, your choice. You would handle it quietly. You would get rid of it.The thought made fresh tears sting your eyes, but you forced them back. There was no other option.

You were still in school, chasing your dream of becoming an art curator. Your life was barely stable right now. A baby, especially one with Heeseung as the father would ruin everything.

You stayed on the floor for a long time, clutching the test, letting the weight of the decision settle over you.

Eventually, you stood up on unsteady legs. You wrapped the test in toilet paper and hid it deep in the trash can under some tissues. You washed your face with cold water until the redness in your eyes faded a little.

You looked at your reflection pale, exhausted, terrified and whispered to yourself “This never happened.” You would schedule an. appointment. You would end this quietly.You would move on with your life and never speak of that night again.

But as you turned off the bathroom light and stepped into your silent apartment, the weight in your chest felt heavier than ever. You were pregnant. And for the first time since that night, the wall between you and Heeseung felt like it was closing in.

The decision sat heavy in your chest like a stone. You weren’t going to tell Heeseung. You were going to end this quietly and move on with your life. The very next morning, you tried to make the appointment.

You sat on your bed with your laptop open, hands shaking as you searched for clinics near campus that offered termination services. Your stomach was already churning with nausea again, but you forced yourself to focus.

You found a few options a women’s health clinic downtown and a Planned Parenthood branch about twenty minutes away. You clicked on the booking page for the first one. The form asked for your name, date of birth, contact number, and reason for visit.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard for a long time. You couldn’t do it. Every time you tried to type your real information, panic surged through you. What if someone recognized your name? What if the clinic called or sent confirmation texts while you were near Heeseung?

What if the appointment somehow got back to campus gossip? The thought of walking into a clinic alone, explaining your situation to a stranger, and going through with it made your throat close up.

You closed the laptop without saving anything. You told yourself you’d try again tomorrow when you felt calmer. But tomorrow came and went. Then the next day. And the next. Meanwhile, the symptoms grew worse.

The nausea was no longer just morning sickness it hit you at random times throughout the day. The smell of food in the cafeteria made you gag. Even walking past the coffee shop near campus triggered violent waves that left you rushing to the nearest bathroom.

You started carrying saltine crackers and a small bottle of ginger ale everywhere, but they barely helped anymore.

Vomiting became more frequent. One afternoon during a lecture, you had to excuse yourself midway through and barely made it to the restroom before throwing up.

You returned to class pale and sweaty, mumbling something about food poisoning when Yunjin looked at you worriedly.

Fatigue wrapped around you like a heavy blanket. You fell asleep in the library twice that week, waking up with your cheek stuck to your notebook. Simple tasks like climbing the stairs to your apartment left you breathless and dizzy.

Your breasts were constantly tender, and your mood swung wildly one moment you were numb, the next you felt like crying over nothing. Yunjin and Soobin started noticing. During lunch on Thursday, Yunjin set her chopsticks down and stared at you.

“Okay, something is seriously wrong,” she said, voice firm but concerned. “You’ve been looking like a ghost for days, you barely eat anything, you keep disappearing to the bathroom, and you look exhausted even when you say you slept are you sick? Is it stress? Talk to us.”

Soobin nodded, his gentle eyes filled with worry. “You’ve been canceling plans and spacing out a lot. If something’s going on, you don’t have to deal with it alone. We’re here.”You forced a weak smile, pushing your untouched food around your plate. The smell of it was making you nauseous again.

“I’m okay, really,” you lied, voice quieter than usual. “Just… really behind on my capstone. The deadline is stressing me out more than I thought. I’ll be fine once I catch up.”

They didn’t look convinced, but they let it drop for the moment. Still, you could feel their eyes on you for the rest of the meal. Even Heeseung started noticing something was off.

You had managed to avoid direct contact with him for weeks, but it was impossible to hide everything when you lived next door.

One evening, you were coming home later than usual after another failed attempt to book the appointment online. You felt dizzy and nauseous, moving slowly up the hallway with your keys already in hand. As you reached your door, Heeseung’s door opened.

He stepped out, wearing a simple black hoodie, hair slightly messy like he’d just come back from practice. His eyes landed on you immediately.

You froze for half a second, then quickly turned your face away and fumbled with your lock, trying to get inside before he could say anything. But Heeseung didn’t tease you this time.

Instead, he paused in his doorway, brow slightly furrowed as he watched you. You looked pale. Thinner. There were dark circles under your eyes, and the way you moved seemed off fragile.

He opened his mouth, then closed it again. For once, the usual cocky remark didn’t come.“You good?” he asked quietly, voice lacking its normal edge.

You didn’t answer. You finally got the door open and slipped inside without looking at him, shutting it quickly behind you

Heeseung stood there for a moment longer, staring at your closed door with a strange, unsettled feeling in his chest. Something wasn’t right with you. He could see it.But after everything after that night you both had silently agreed to forget he didn’t know if he had the right to ask.

Inside your apartment, you leaned against the door, breathing hard. Fresh tears stung your eyes as another wave of nausea hit you. You slid down to the floor, hugging your knees. You still hadn’t been able to book the appointment.

The symptoms were getting worse every day, your friends were worried and now even Heeseung had noticed something was wrong. You pressed your forehead to your knees, whispering to yourself again and again

“This never happened… this never happened…” But the lie was starting to feel impossible to keep. Heeseung had noticed. For the past two weeks, it had become painfully obvious that you were avoiding him like the plague.

At first, he thought it was the usual the cold shoulder after that night you both had silently agreed to forget. But it quickly went beyond that. You timed your movements with military precision.

He would hear your door open and close at odd hours, always when he was either inside or already gone. You took the side stairs. You left earlier than usual in the mornings and came back much later at night.

Even at university, catching a glimpse of you had become nearly impossible. You seemed to disappear into the library or empty classrooms the moment practice ended.It was clear you were doing everything in your power to never cross paths with him.

Heeseung told himself it didn’t bother him. He had decided to forget that night too. No teasing. No bringing it up. Just normal or as normal as things could be when you lived right next door

But something was wrong. You looked terrible lately. He first noticed it in passing the dark circles under your eyes, the way your shoulders seemed to slump with exhaustion. Then it got worse you moved slower.

Your face was paler than usual. You barely left your apartment except for classes, and even then you looked like you were running on empty.

One evening, after a long basketball practice, Heeseung was walking back to the apartment building, gym bag slung over his shoulder. The sun had already set, and the streetlights cast long shadows on the path. That’s when he saw you.

You were a few meters ahead, heading toward the entrance. Your steps were unsteady, one hand pressed lightly against the wall for support.

Even from behind, he could tell something was very wrong. Your posture was slumped, your breathing looked shallow, and you looked like you were barely holding yourself upright.

Heeseung’s stomach tightened. He quickened his pace without thinking and caught up to you just as you reached the building door.“Hey,” he said, voice low and serious, no trace of his usual teasing tone. “Are you alright?”

You turned your head slightly, eyes glassy and tired. The moment you recognized him, your expression hardened.“I don’t have time for your teasing right now, Heeseung,” you muttered weakly, trying to push past him toward the elevator.

Heeseung felt a flash of annoyance, not because you were dismissing him, but because he was genuinely worried and you clearly didn’t believe it.“I’m not teasing,” he said, more sharply than he intended. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

You didn’t respond, just kept walking toward the elevator. Heeseung followed, stepping in right after you. The doors closed, trapping the two of you in the small space. The silence was thick and uncomfortable. He could hear your breathing too fast, too shallow.

When the elevator reached your floor, you stepped out first. But the moment your feet hit the hallway, your legs buckled. You swayed dangerously, one hand reaching out blindly for the wall as the world spun around you. Heeseung moved fast.

He dropped his gym bag and caught you before you could hit the floor, one arm wrapping around your waist, the other supporting your back. Your body went limp against him for a few terrifying seconds.

“Shit—” he muttered, heart pounding. “Hey, stay with me.” You were half conscious, mumbling something incoherent about being fine. Heeseung didn’t waste time arguing. He adjusted his grip and lifted you carefully into his arms in bridal style, your head lolling against his shoulder.

Your apartment was right next to his. He fumbled for a moment with your keys ( which had fallen from your hand ) until he managed to unlock the door. He carried you inside, kicking the door shut behind him, and headed straight for your bedroom.

The room was neat but clearly lived in textbooks stacked on the desk, a half finished sketch on the table, a small trash can near the bed. Heeseung gently laid you down on the bed, pulling the blanket over you. Your face was pale, forehead slightly damp with sweat.

He stood there for a moment, unsure what to do. You looked so small and fragile like this. Nothing like the fiery girl who used to bang on his door and call him an entitled asshole.

Heeseung grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen and placed it on your nightstand. Then he pulled up the chair from your desk and sat down beside the bed, watching you carefully.

Your breathing slowly evened out. The tension in your face relaxed as you slipped into a deeper sleep. Heeseung stayed there, elbows on his knees, running a hand through his hair. He didn’t know what was going on with you.

He didn’t know why you looked so sick. He didn’t even know if you’d want him here when you woke up. But right now, leaving you alone didn’t feel like an option. So he stayed quietly waiting.

Until your breathing became steady and deep, and he was sure you were fully asleep. Heeseung stayed. He told himself he’d only wait until you fell into a proper sleep, but the longer he sat there watching your pale face and shallow breathing, the harder it became to leave.

You looked exhausted, truly exhausted in a way that went beyond simple tiredness. Dark circles under your eyes, lips slightly chapped, skin lacking its usual color. Something was clearly wrong, and the protective instinct he didn’t know he had kept him rooted to the chair.

After almost an hour, when your breathing had deepened into steady, even inhales, Heeseung stood up quietly. He couldn’t just sit there doing nothing. He moved silently through your apartment, careful not to make noise.

Your kitchen was small and neat, but the fridge was nearly empty a few bottles of water, some crackers, and not much else. Heeseung frowned. No wonder you looked so drained. He opened the cupboards and found rice, a couple of eggs, and some ginger.

Simple gentle on the stomach. He decided to make congee something light that his mom used to make for him when he was sick.

He worked quietly, chopping what little he could find, boiling water, and stirring the pot on low heat. The smell of ginger and warm rice slowly filled the small apartment. He hoped it would help when you woke up. Maybe it would make you feel a little better.

He kept glancing toward the bedroom every few minutes, making sure you were still resting. Almost two hours later, you started stirring.

Heeseung was just turning off the stove when he heard movement from the bedroom. He poured some congee into a bowl, added a bit of water to make it lighter, and was about to bring it to you when

You bolted upright in bed, eyes wide with sudden panic. The smell of the food hit you like a wave. Your face went even paler, hand flying to your mouth as nausea surged violently. Heeseung’s eyes widened. “Hey—”

You didn’t wait. You scrambled off the bed on shaky legs and ran straight to the bathroom, barely making it in time.

Heeseung followed right behind you, worry spiking through his chest. He reached the bathroom door just as you dropped to your knees in front of the toilet and started throwing up violently.

“Shit—” He moved quickly, kneeling beside you without hesitation. One hand gently gathered your hair, holding it back from your face. His other hand rubbed slow, soothing circles on your back. “It’s okay I’ve got you, just breathe.”

You retched again, body trembling with the force of it. Heeseung stayed right there, murmuring quiet reassurances, his hand never stopping its gentle motion on your back.

When the worst of it seemed to pass, he reached over and flushed the toilet, then grabbed a clean towel from the rack and dampened it with cool water.“Here,” he said softly, handing you the towel. “Wipe your face.”

You took it with trembling hands, still breathing hard. Heeseung stood up briefly to get a glass of water from the sink and brought it back to you.“Small sips,” he instructed, crouching down again. “Don’t drink too fast.”

While you rinsed your mouth and took careful sips, Heeseung’s eyes wandered around the small bathroom, looking for anything that might help. His gaze landed on the trash can beside the sink. Something white and plastic was poking out from under some tissues.

Curious, he reached down and pulled it out, it was a pregnancy test. Two distinct red lines stared back at him clear, unmistakable, and positive. Heeseung froze.

His brain short circuited for a second. The test felt heavy in his hand as the reality sank in. Positive you were pregnant. He slowly turned his head toward you. You were already looking at him.

Your eyes were wide with pure terror, face drained of all color, lips parted in shock. You looked caught completely and utterly caught like the worst secret in the world had just been ripped open. The glass of water trembled in your hand.

Heeseung’s mouth opened, but no words came out at first. His gaze flicked between the test in his hand and your terrified expression.

The pieces clicked together horribly fast the avoidance, the exhaustion, the vomiting, the way you looked like you were barely holding yourself together for the past two weeks.

This wasn’t just stress this was because of that night because of him. Heeseung swallowed hard, his voice coming out quieter than he expected.

“…Is this yours?” The bathroom fell into a heavy, suffocating silence. You were still staring at him, tears already gathering in your eyes again, looking like you wanted the floor to swallow you whole.

Heeseung didn’t know what to say. He only knew that everything had just changed. Heeseung stared at the two red lines on the pregnancy test for what felt like an eternity.

The bathroom was deathly quiet except for your shaky breathing. When he finally looked up at you, your face was pale, eyes wide with pure terror, tears already spilling down your cheeks. He swallowed hard, his throat tight.

“…Are you pregnant?” he asked, voice low and rough. You didn’t speak at first. Your lips trembled as fresh tears rolled down your face. Then you gave a small, barely noticeable nod.

Heeseung felt something twist sharply in his chest. He looked back down at the test, then at you again. His next question came out quieter, almost hesitant.

“Is the baby mine?” The moment the words left his mouth, your face crumpled completely. You broke into heavy, broken sobs, shoulders shaking as you tried to cover your mouth with one hand.

“I’m sorry…” you choked out between cries. “I’m so sorry… I didn’t want this to happen, i never meant for any of this, it was just one stupid night and I— I’m planning on getting rid of it. I won’t bother you with any of this, i won’t get in your way. You don’t have to worry about anything, i’ll handle it quietly.”

Heeseung’s expression shifted the instant you said those words. Hurt flashed across his face raw, unguarded hurt. His brows drew together, jaw tightening as he processed what you were saying.

The idea that you were planning to terminate the pregnancy without even telling him felt like a punch to the gut. His hand holding the test lowered slowly to his side. You kept crying, words tumbling out faster now, desperate and apologetic.

“I’m really sorry. I know you didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask for this either, i’ll take care of everything. You can just forget about it…i promise I won’t drag you into anything.”

Heeseung stayed silent for a long moment, staring at you as you sat on the bathroom floor, looking small and devastated.

The hurt in his chest mixed with something heavier confusion, disbelief, and a strange ache he couldn’t quite name. Finally, his voice came out low and strained.

“and you didn’t bother telling me?”

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