icantpickabiasugh - Tumblr blog

icantpickabiasugh · 9 months

Text

Omg I loved this so much!! I’m really glad it’s not like all the other ones where she’s all like good grades and doesn’t know a thing about sex even though she’s like an adult almost like hello? Have you been living under a rock and it wasn’t all kinky and I liked that it was a lot more natural😎

sum ⨾ Being the all star student you were, you get assigned to tutor the all time delinquent. Lee Heeseung. He clearly isn’t going to change anytime soon. So instead of wasting his time with you, he decides to tutor you about other things.

includes ⨾ delinquent!heeseung x inexperienced!reader, smut, teasing, virginity loss, fingering, size kink, dirty talk, explicit words, squirting, strangers to lovers?

wc ⨾ 4k

You were everyone’s role model, people never knew if they wanted to be you or be with you. You were smart, incredibly pretty and respectful. It didn’t help that you could pick up any hobby and perfect it like it was nothing.

Your parents loved you endlessly and to be honest without them you probably wouldn’t have gotten so far. So it was no wonder as to why your teacher would assign you as a tutor for Lee Heeseung.

The boy was intimidating and scary. He was failing all his classes and beat up boys that thought it was fun to bully other people. So he wasn’t entirely bad right? Although your guys first time meeting each other was coincidentally the day before you got assigned as his tutor.

It was the end of the school day and it was your turn to take out the trash. You huffed as you trudged down the stairs, a pout on your lips as you carried the trash out to the back of the school. Of course, not paying attention to your surroundings, you bumped into him. He grunted as you fell to the ground, dropping the trash bag.

You heard him sigh as he turned around and you slowly looked up at him. He was smoking a cigarette, a little bit of blood on the corner of his mouth. He had an eyebrow piercing and his ears adorned piercings as well. All the rumors about the boy were true, he was indeed intimidating. Yet you couldn’t pass up on the fact the boy had such pretty eyes.

He truly resembled a deer with his soft button nose and big round eyes. His hands were bruised up and in the distance, there were more boys, however you could see how one was unconscious, clearly beaten to a pulp, you gulped.

“What’s the all star student doing all the way over here huh?” He smiles, his pearly whites on full display as he stomps out his cigarette. His hands rest on his knees as he bends down to look at you.

“Um I’m here to throw away the trash.” You say timidly, not being able to match his intense stare.

“Look at you take care of the school, such a good girl yea?” He laughs, offering a hand for you to grab. You blink at him and then his hand, with a little hesitation you grasp it. He pulls you up and grabs the trash bag for you.

“Here.” He hands the trash to you. You don’t miss the way his eyes rake up and down your body, easily towering over you. The edge of his tongue swipes at the corner of his mouth.

He moves aside and let’s you hurriedly throw away the trash as you rush back around the corner. He laughs in amusement as his hands move inside his pockets.

When you come to school the next day your teacher greets you.

“Good morning Y/n. If you could take a seat, I’d like to ask you for a favor.” You nod up at your teacher and he speaks. “I’m sure you know about your fellow classmate Heeseung, he’s falling behind on all his studies. Do you think you’d be able to tutor him and set him back on track?”

Almost if on cue he walks in, standing next to the teacher with a smile. He has a toothpick in his mouth as he waves at you, raising his brows. You’re a little skeptical but you agree nevertheless. As the teacher thanks you, Heesung walks over to you.

“So, when does our first lesson start?” He says, sitting in the desk behind you, he pops his chin on his hand. You glance at him and then back to your books.

“Today after school if you’re not busy.”

His smile widens, “Nope, m’all yours.” He almost purrs and you blush, once again not able to hold his stare.

When you trudge up to your house, you stop at the door turning around to him.

“Please be respectful, I’m doing you a favor so just do me one as well.” You peer up at him, he scans your features, liking the way your eyes looked so big and innocent. He obliged so you open the door.

“Hi honey! Oh—” She stands there shocked, blinking at the both of you.

“This is Heeseung, I’m gonna be tutoring him.” He bows, mumbling a small hi.

“Oh perfect! Well dinner will be ready soon.” She smiles at the both of you and you make it to your room.

Once he’s in you shut the door, placing your backpack on the ground.

“Turn around or something I’m gonna change.” You mumble and he grins.

“I can help~” You roll your eyes at his tone, throwing your uniform shirt at him.

Before he could pull it off and turn around you were already finished. You take a seat on the floor and look at a paper consisting his grades.

“Jeez you really are failing every class.” He leans back on his hands taking in your room. You slap his leg with a ruler making his brows furrow. “We can start with English first since it’s easy.”

The whole time you’re explaining stuff he isn’t even paying attention. Just muttering mhm’s and yup’s as he stares at you.

You sigh frustratedly, “Why are you not listening.” You glare at him and he bites his lip.

“Because my tutor is distracting.” He licks his lips, staring at your own.

“How!—”

“You got pretty lips you know that?” He mumbles, holding the same ruler under your chin.

You blush, your breath hitching. He leans in closer and you make no move to stop him, your eyes slowly closing. You gasp when your lips meet, he pushes aside your books and pulls you onto him.

Surprising you, you gasp again, he takes this opportunity to glide his tongue in your mouth, making you whine. One hand is on your hip and the other is tangled in your hair, his tongue tangles with yours.

It’s a messy makeout, already having saliva drip down the corner of your mouth he pulls away with a huge grin. Your hands are on his shoulders as you try to catch your breath.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” But before he can continue, your mom calls out for you.

“Dinner is ready!” You throw yourself off of him, your cheeks hot and you blink between him and your books. He raises his brows at you and you huff, making sure you didn’t look weird, you leave your room.

Your eyes widen a little when you see your Dad seated at the dinner table you mentally prepare yourself.

Your dad’s brows immediately furrow at the sight of Heeseung. He bows at him however he’s still confused and mad.

“Who’s this.” Your dad grumbles as your mom served you all.

“My classmate, I’m tutoring him.” You both take a seat and Heeseung peers at your dad, seeming like he’s changed his demeanor.

“Your name?” Your dad locks eyes with him and he smiles.

“Lee Heeseung, sir.” He holds out his hand but your dad doesn’t shake it, making him pout a little as he retreats it back.

“So what is she teaching you.” He sounds almsot uninterested as he starts to eat.

“I’m failing all my classes, but English right now. It’s the easiest right?” He turns to you his eyes looking almost playful when he looks at you.

“Yea.” You mutter. Your dad scoffs at the point that he’s failing all his classes.

After that no words are spoken yet your dad says that it’s time for him to go home. So you rush to your room with him so he can grab “his things”. When he’s back in your room, he grabs your waist, kissing you again.

“Same time tomorrow?” He mutters against them and you’re dazed, not noticing yourself already nodding. “Great see you later, pretty.” He winks, leaving you speechless in your room.

Your dad eyes him as he leaves, Heesung bows to the both of your parents. Right when he shuts the door, your dad goes on a tangent on how he doesn’t like him, that he seems like bad news, Heesung grins, walking down your doorstep.

The next day at school, he’s waiting outside your class. Students give him weird looks as you both walk side by side each other.

“Your dad doesn’t like me.” He purses his lips and you eye him.

“Yea I know.”

“That’s to bad hm?” He looks down at you and you blink at him.

Once again your back home, yet this time your mom isn’t home. Which Heesung takes notice to very quickly. This time when you enter your room he sits on your bed, groaning he throws himself on it.

Your eyes narrow at him but you set up your books again, having a strong feeling you weren’t gonna need them.

“So what are we learning today teach’?” He smiles teasingly, you glare at him.

“Are you gonna pay attention this time.” He shrugs, that same playful glint in his eye again.

“Depends if I get bored or not.” He smiles, twirling your hair around his finger, you turn away hurriedly.

This time he actually does pay attention at least that’s what you think with the way he jotted down notes. But after a minute he places your pencil down, you notice this however you keep talking.

He scoots closer to you. His hand gliding up your bare leg. Your breath hitches as you stumble on your words.

“Keep talking, I’m listening.” He whispers in your ear. His hand slips past the waistband of your shorts, rubbing slow circles on your clothed clit. You moan, gripping his thigh.

“I can’t hear you.” You whine, trying to keep up your composure however his fingers are sliding your panties to the side, rubbing your slit.

A low moan leaves your mouth and you throw your head back, you don’t realize that he’s moved behind you. He lips move across your neck, biting and sucking bruises. Your breathing hard with your head thrown back on his shoulder and he coos at you.

“Feels good?” You nod immediately, another whine leaving you. “Let’s take these off?” He tugs at your shorts and you obediently rip both of them off, making him smile at your impatience. He pats his lap and you go back to sitting on his lap, he spreads your legs, not wasting anytime he pumps two fingers in you.

“Fuck, look at you suck my fingers in like a slut.” He laughs in your ear and your breath is hot against his neck and he shudders. You feel him harden underneath you, only making you more needier.

“Please Hee.” He bites his lip at the way you moan his name.

“You wanna cum?” You whine against his neck, your lips moving to place sloppy kisses on it. He hisses, speeding up his hand. Your hand moves up to grab at his neck, moaning louder.

“God, you’re so pretty like this, driving me crazy.” He whispers against your lips and then he’s kissing you.

He kisses you with so much force and need, his tongue exploring your mouth with ease. Your legs begin to shake against his, your moans being more frequent.

“Cum for me baby.” He mutters against your lips, he pulls your bottom lip with his teeth and at the same time, his other hand moves to flick your clit.

You still, your jaw dropping in a pornographic moan. Your nails dig into his neck and he groans, blowing his load in his pants. He smiles at the way your hips slowly buck due to your sensitivity.

“Such a good girl.” He whispers and you lean your head to the side.

“K-Kiss me, please Hee.”

Your mind is mush and he’s thankful for that so you don’t notice the blush that rises on his cheeks. His eyes soften and he’s moving a piece of hair out of your face, he smiles warmly and grants your request.

You could tell this kiss was different then any other kiss you two shared. It was softer, gentle, he didn’t move to shove his tongue in your mouth yet he let his lips linger.

You’re snapped out of your after high when you hear the front door open and shut. You gasp and quickly move to throw your panties and shorts back on.

All the while Heeseung stares at you, softly laughing. You shove his chest and he laughs harder. You bring your books and papers close to you, the same time the door opens.

You turn to see your dad glaring at Heesung. Heesung smiles, offering a small wave.

“This door stays open.” You nod and he’s walking down the hallway. Heesung looks at you with a grin and you’re shoving him again, a small smile rising on your face as well.

The weekend rolled around pretty fast and you found yourself, bored in your room. It was late already and you couldn’t stop thinking about Heesung.

What the hell were you guys? I mean you weren’t even friends to begin with but here he is doing all these things to you. You couldn’t ignore the fact that you had some sort of attraction for him, he was the first boy you’ve done anything with. He really didn’t seem bad like people made him out to be. Your cheeks heat up when a memory of his smile and laugh cross your mind. You cover your face with your hands, shaking your head.

As you’re about to shift around to get some sleep your hear a knock. You turn to your window and see Heesung, making your soul leave your body. You rush over to the window, hurriedly opening it.

“What the hell are you doing here!” You whisper shout, he leans up and places a peck on your lips, making you blush.

His doe eyes stare up at you, “I missed you, and I was bored so.” He shoves his hands in his hoodie pocket. “Are you gonna let me in? It’s kinda cold out here.” He sheepishly laughs, you move aside so he can climb in.

He’s in a black hoodie and baggy grey sweats, converse adorning his feet. His hair is a little messy and you noticed his knuckles are bruised. He smiles down at you and your brows furrow.

You grab his hands, trailing your fingertips along his knuckles. He blinks at you, butterflies swarming in his stomach.

You hear footsteps approaching and your eyes widen, you quickly shove him, signaling for him to go under your bed.

Your dad swings open the door, “You okay?” He asks in concern.

“Uh yea, just thought I heard something at my window.” You gulp. He walks over, peering outside. With a hum, he locks it and shuts your blinds.

“Alright, well goodnight love you.” You mumble it back, locking your door. Heesung giggles, as he slides out from underneath your bed.

You quickly shush him, “If my dad finds out your here, he’ll kill both of us! You know he doesn’t like you.” You scold him and he smirks. Moving over to mess with your tank top strap.

“Is it because you’re calling me daddy too?” He teases, and you glare at him.

“I don’t even call you that.”

“I bet I can make you.” He laughs and you roll your eyes.

“I doubt it, I hate that word.” You cross your arms.

He smiles, gliding his hand across your face, thumbing at your lip. You glance over to him, scanning his face. It’s quite but not awkward, you let him study your features because it gives you time do the same. He hums, a content smile etching on his face.

“What?” You frown, making his smile widen.

“You’re really beautiful.” You blush, averting your gaze from him. He pecks your cheek and you turn to him, your hands slide under his hoodie, only to find out he isn’t wearing a shirt.

His breath hitches at your cold hands resting against his warm body. And for the first time, your the one to kiss him. He smiles, quickly kissing you back. He backs up to sit on your bed, pulling you on top of him.

You climb on his lap, not breaking the kiss once. Your hands wander around his body, and you can feel his toned abs. He had a slim waist, urging you to glide your nails along it. He huffs, his hands move down to the bottom of your thighs, picking you up, he flips you over, placing you gently on the bed.

He moves himself between your legs, pressing his hard on against your clothed cunt. You whine, feeling how big he was. His eyes are filled with lust as he looks down at you. He moves to kiss you again but your hands on his shoulder stop him.

“Is something wrong?” He mumbles, and you gulp.

“Um, I’ve never gone this far before. I-I’m a virgin.” You avert your eyes and he blinks.

“Do you wanna keep going?” He asks and you nod slowly. “We don’t have to.” He whispers and you nod.

“I want to.” His face lights up, pecking your lips.

“It’s my first time too.”

You freeze for a second, that comment leaving your mind blank and butterflies rise in your stomach as he leaves pecks on your neck. You feel your core burn with need at the new information.

So you tug at his hoodie. He quickly takes it off tossing it behind him. Before he can kiss you, your hands on his chest stopping him as you admire his body. He did have a toned body, some bruises littered across it. Your hands hold his waist as you place pecks down from his stomach up his chest. His Addams apple bobs when you suck a bruise on his neck.

“Ive never touched you before.” You mumble against him and he sighs.

“You’ll have time for that later.” He whispers back, lightly pushing you down against the bed again. He slowly peels off your shirt just to find out you weren’t wearing a bra. He halts, looking up at you.

“I never wear one to bed.” You blush and he smiles, you help him take it off and his mouth is latching onto you what’s it out of the way. You breath shakily in his ear and it only spurs him on. “Hee, I need you.” You moan quietly, he releases your breast with a pop, smiling at the bruises that were scattered on your chest.

Before he can get rid of the rest of your clothes you stop him again. “Um, don’t you think the bed is gonna make noise?” You blink and he ponders.

“Yea you’re right.” So he helps you lay on the floor, he grabs a pillow and slips it under you, making you gaze up at him confusingly. “It’ll make you feel good, trust me.” He kisses you again, slowly taking off your shorts and panties. He looks down to see a skimpy black pair, making him grin. “It’s like you knew I was coming.” You blush and whine, wiggling your hips for him.

His thumb brushes your clit and you bite your lip. You watch as strips himself of his clothes, but before he’s pulling a condom out, tearing it open with his teeth. You stop him, grabbing his wrist.

“Can I put it on.” He could feel his cock twitch in his boxers as he nods. You tug down his boxers, and you’re met with his thick cock. Your mouth waters at the sight, before you slip the condom on you wrap your hand around him. He bites his lip, telling you to just slip it on.

So you do, achingly slow but you manage. Once you do he’s pushing you down again, position himself.

“I-It might sting, so just relax.” He holds the back of your thighs, pushing the tip inside your warm cunt. You gasp, slapping a hand over your mouth.

He squeezes his eyes shut, slowly fitting more of himself inside. His eyes open to watch you suck him and it almost has him cumming.

“Oh my god, you’re so tight and warm.” He blabbers, wrapping your legs around him, his hands shoot to your hips. You moan at the stretch, feeling so full with the way he opened you up. “Can I move?” You nod and he’s pulling back, slamming his hips against yours.

Your hand slips from your mouth, your eyes squeezing shut, his hand shoots to cover your mouth when you moan. He begins to rolls his hips against yours, already making you clench around him.

“Fuck, you’re already milking my cock.” He whines, throwing his head back. His words don’t quite meet your ears, all you can focus on was your orgasm already bubbling up.

“Harder.” You say breathlessly and he grunts, moving faster. He removes his hand from your mouth to replace it with his lips so it can join your hips. He fucks against you roughly as you whine in his mouth. “So good, gonna cum.” You moan, he bites your lip, feeling his own high reaching.

“Yea? Gonna cum for me like the good girl you are?” You nod, your own hips starting to buck in time with his thrusts.

“H-Heeseung.” Without warning, your head falls back, your cunny spasming around him. Your eyes roll back and your nails rake again his back. With the sensation of pain and the way you tighten around him has him thrown over the edge.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” He chants, his eyebrows pull together as he whimpers against your neck.

“To much, it’s to much.” You try to push him away and his hand comes up to shove his fingers in your mouth. Your legs shake as another orgasm hits you and your making a mess all over his dick and your carpet.

He moans, as the condom fills with his seed. As you try to catch your breath, he slips out his fingers from your mouth replacing it with his lips. You’re barely kissing him back, to fucked out to think properly. Your legs unfold from his waist as they shake.

When he pulls out he looks down to see your juices all over his thighs. He slips off the condom tying it and tossing it in your trash. You feel your body ache as your arm comes to rest over your eyes. He pulls on his boxers and sweats, trying to find something in your room to clean you with.

You hiss when you feel him clean you up. He slips a new pair of panties on you and his hoodie. He feels a little bad at your worn out state.

So he gently picks you up, placing you on the bed. He slips in with you and with whatever energy you have left you use it to crawl on top of him, clinging to him. You hug him close to you and he smiles, combing his hand through your hair. You lazily press kisses on his jaw, your breathing turning shallower by the second.

“Go to sleep, baby.” He mumbled against your hair. He waits until he knows your fast asleep, he slips from under you, careful not to wake you. He ends up stealing a t-shirt of yours since you were wearing his hoodie, also stealing the black panties you were wearing with a stupid grin.

He watches as you sleep peacefully, smiling at your pouted face. He leans down, moving a piece of hair out of your face. Smiling softly at you, he let’shis hand linger on your cheek, placing a peck on your forehead, he leaves.

When you wake up for school, you’re met with an empty bed and an ache between your legs. Yet when you look at the window there are flowers, that were obviously picked from bushes, on your window sill.

With a smile on your face, you open the window, holding them close to you. Maybe you and Heeseung weren’t that much different than you expected.

reblogs and feedback is much appreciated <3

#heeseung x reader #—enha(๑╹ω╹๑ )#heeseung x yn #enha heeseung #enhypen ff

2K notes · View notes

icantpickabiasugh · 9 months

Text

Aaaaaaaaaawww Yoongi looks so happy 😭😭😭 🫶🫶🫶🫶

MY HYUNG LINE 😭😭😭

#bts hyung line #bts namjoon #bts yoongi #bts jin #bts hobi

269 notes · View notes

icantpickabiasugh · 9 months

Text

Dead this was sooo cute I’m actually drowning in a pool of my own lovesickness

OFF MY FACE ( in love with you ) ⋆ lee heeseung

pairing : basketballer! heeseung x fem! reader

genre : strangers to lovers, romance, comedy if you squint, she fell first he fell harder, love at first kiss, literally no angst no problems they are in love with each other

synopsis : he’s talented, he’s smooth, he’s funny, he’s the popular basketball captain lee heeseung! when you find yourself saving him from a predicament, you muster up the courage to ask this long time crush of yours for a kiss in return. his mind tells him it’s just another kiss given, but why does his heart keep accelerating at the thought of you?

warnings : cursing, kys joke, mutual pining, sickening love that leaves singles ( me ) crying for one chance, heeseung comes so dangerously close you might faint imagining it, slight jealousy, suggestive? descriptions of making out, heeseung kisses another girl like twice ( booooo ), cucumbers

word count : 7.7k ( i have absolutely no vocab left in my head )

nella’s notes : long fics are so hard to write i am not fit for this?! kudos to those amazing amazing writers because how… again, not my best ( I’m past my peak ) so please please please give me feedback. i will read it when i stop being such a coward and face the fact that this is extremely mid.

for astrid : thank you so sososososo much for constantly hyping me up and cheering me on during the writing process. you were the first person i ever gave a spoiler to and you really make me feel like i’m floating whenever you say that you can’t wait for this very fic to come out ( i hope it lives up to at least half your standards )❤️‍🔥😻‼️

for rim : thank you cat woman, george, the cavity to my toothpaste for beta reading and helping me improve the flow of the whole fic ++ dealing with my dramatic ass cause told you not to text one too many times😈🕺🤨 this is the middest thing i’ve ever churned out but you actually read it so you’re literally on top☝️

important

part one of hylfab series :: series masterlist

LOVE is crazy and unpredictable, like the storm that comes after a sunny day. It washes you, drenching your whole body and soul in it. And some people decide to run, seeking for shelter desperately while others decide to dance in the shower of nature, accepting the love the earth blesses them with. But you, you were the type who waited for it with anticipation, crazily in love with the thought of love.

You feel a drop and then another. A kiss. A kiss. And then another kiss.

i. when your grassy lips touch mine

“With seconds left on the clock, Decelis’ Captain Lee Heeseung looks determined to score a tiebreaker, he’s driving towards the basket, and with a layup he-” You watch the boy whizz through the court, light on his feet as he dodges everyone in his way.

The way he moves is magnetic, you think, and he jumps easily tossing the ball into the basket.

“Scores!” And you’re on your feet, eyes wide and mouth agape as your scream blends into the cheers of your fellow schoolmates. “Lee Heeseung has done it once again, he’s led his team into the semifinals of the HYBE Basketball Tournament!”

The final whistle blows and you watch as the basketball team huddle together, specifically at a number 11, who was patting your good friend Jungwon on the back. The sweat from his temple rolls down to his chin as he pulls his jersey to wipe it, exposing the tiniest bit of skin that leaves you blushing.

“Would it hurt for you to look away once in a while?” Minjeong says, rolling her eyes, “I know you like him but god, get a change of scenery or you’ll get bored.”

The tips of your ears turn pink as you turn your head towards her, rebutting, “One, looking at him is a change of scenery from looking at you. Two, I was literally looking at Jungwon so that I could go congratulate him.” She scoffs, rolling her eyes at your pitiful attempt to explain yourself.

“Y/n! Minjeong!” Jungwon yells, capturing the attention of the both of you as you stop your bickering to congratulate him. As you walk down the steps, your eyes move to Heeseung, eyeing the way his tongue darts out to lick his lips as he listens to his coach.

You think he’s gorgeous, how his hands move to brush his hair back and how his skin glowed under the harsh lighting of the hall. His gaze shifts to meet yours for a split second before returning back, nodding at something his coach said.

“Congratulations Won, you were amazing!” Minjeong exclaims, giving him a big slap on the back. “Yeah Won, you’re the MVP of this game in my heart,” you add, passing him a water bottle like you always do after his matches. He holds back a laugh and you shoot him a sharp glare, cautioning him not to embarrass you in any way, especially when Heeseung was right beside him.

Before he can reply, Heeseung returns, patting Jungwon on the shoulder. “I have to get something for Coach Yoon, see you at the afterparty later?” Jungwon nods and he smiles, gaze darting from Jungwon to Minjeong to you before taking his leave.

“You’d think from the way you look right now, it’s the first time you’ve seen his face. But from the amount of times you’ve watched him from behind, I guess it actually is.” Minjeong jokes.

“Kill youself,” you reply, cursing her under your breath. It wasn’t the first time she’s teased you about your crush on Lee Heeseung. Just as you were about to call Minjeong out on the way she acted with her crush, your phone rings.

“Shit, sorry guys, I can’t hang out today. My brother just returned home yesterday, and he’s here to pick me up.” You apologise as you hurriedly grab your bag.

“Sunoo’s back? Tell him we said hi, and that we can’t wait to see him around school again!” Jungwon says, as the two of them wave goodbye to you.

The sky was turning a dark shade of blue as you finally breathed in some fresh air, starkly contrasting the musky smell of sweat that occupied the arena. Humming a song under your breath as you made your way across the empty hallway to the academy’s carpark.

“Hey, is anyone there?” The sound of rattling and thumping breaking the serene silence you were walking in. You turn, eyes at work, trying to find where the seemingly familiar voice was coming from. “Hello?” Your eyes dart to the equipment store.You walk towards the storage room, easily turning the knob on the door, opening it only to find Lee Heeseung, in all his glory, holding a door knob?

“Thank god, someone heard me,” he heaved a sigh of relief, hand moving up yet again to brush his hair back – which came to be useless as the strands of hair returned back to their places on his forehead. “Thank you so much, Jungwon’s friend,” he says, tossing the door knob into an empty basket.

“Jungwon’s friend?” You ask, head tilting in curiosity.

“Yeah, aren’t you Jungwon’s friend? I saw you with him just now. Thank you again for helping me.” He replies, meeting your gaze for the third time today and you feel a little faint.

“I helped you,” you repeated, processing his words, “well then, you owe me,” a lazy grin spreading on your face.

“What?” he says, slight shock evident in his voice, “what do you mean I owe you?”

You sigh exaggeratedly, “I was busy but I still helped you, and now I’m late for a meeting with a very important person. So, you owe me.”

“Okay,” he trails off, “so you want me to buy you lunch?”

“Lunch? Huh, is that how you ask out all of your side chicks,” you joke, having fun teasing the oblivious boy in front of you, “chuck them in a smelly room with you then tell them you’ll treat them for lunch?”

He scoffs, eyeing you for the first time. He thinks you’re pretty, how you were drowning in Jungwon’s oversized jersey with cheeks painted in streak of Decelis’ renowned navy blue and white. “No lunch then, so what exactly do you want, hm pretty girl?”

You look him up and down, and he’s intrigued. He’s used to girls falling to their knees for him. The kind with shy personas yet starkly contrasting gazes, as if they were going to eat him up. But he’s never really seen the look in your eyes, like you had him where he was supposed to be, and he was obliged to listen to your every beck and call.

“How about, “ you pause, thinking, “a kiss.”

“A kiss?” Heeseung’s taken aback. Never in his life has he been asked for a kiss this directly, especially not from such a pretty girl like you. He watches as you look up at him, doe eyes and glossy lips, and he thinks he’s gotten soft. “Sure,” he agrees cooly, keeping his composure.

You wonder where the surge of confidence had come from as you tilt your head up, gesturing to him to bend down before you move in.

He catches a whiff of your perfume before tasting the honeyed vanilla of your lips. It’s sweet yet subtle and he can’t help but yearn for more. His fingertips dance on your waist as he pulls you closer, hair softly brushing against his face as he drowns in the cream-like warmth of you.

He thinks paradise is between your lips and he’s in a dream. Like his heart is a stone that skims across the ocean of your skin, leaving dents of throbbing desire with every touch of your tongue with his.

But before he can go any further, you break the kiss, a frown etched on your face as you wipe your lips.

“Ugh, what is on your lips? Do you use some kind of olive oil lip balm? That’s disgusting,” you say, looking up to him appalled. “Don’t know if it’s you or the girl you kissed before the game, but whatever it is, it’s nauseating.”

Heeseung’s taken aback and wants to refute, but you were already walking out of the equipment room, the back of your hand trying to rub off the lingering taste of grass on your lips. He scoffs at your disappearing silhouette, ignoring the slight disappointment at the back of his mind.

It’s fine, he thinks, it’s just another kiss.

ii. stomach, meet butterflies

It’s been four days and Heeseung still can’t get you out of his mind. Suddenly you were everywhere, at basketball training, five people in front of him in line at the cafeteria ( he counted ), and his eyes constantly wandered, sifting through the different faces just to find a doe eyed girl with a sharp tongue and witty attitude.

The arm wrapped around his bicep tugs him down, bringing him for a kiss. It’s bitter and sour all at once, and he can taste it, the hint of the grass-tasting product on Sooji’s lips.

“Hey, what product do you use on your lips?” Heeseung asks her, curious of the disgusting flavour of the girl’s lip gloss.

“You like it that much, huh?” She purrs, shifting closer to Heeseung. “It’s actually cucumber, all natural as well, makes my lips softer. My mother actually bought it for me when she went to –” Heeseung nods, tuning out the girl’s annoyingly high pitched voice as he finds himself looking for you in the midst of the crowd of the cafeteria yet again.

To his surprise, he finds you already staring at him and he awkwardly shifts in his seat, moving away from Sooji. He doesn’t know why, but it suddenly feels wrong to be sitting so close to a girl, kissing and touching Sooji who he’s barely had five full conversations with when you were around. ( even if you were sitting across the cafeteria )

Heeseung can’t hear your soft voice that keeps replaying in his head, so he results to just watching as you break eye contact to wave your hand at Jungwon, who was walking towards your table. The way your eyes sparkle as Jungwon approaches you and your friends, and the grin plastered on your face as you call him out by his nickname irks Heeseung.

‘Won’, one simple syllabus and a silly nickname. So why is he feeling envious?

You’re just another girl he’s kissed, nothing more. He thinks, trying to console himself. It didn’t matter that you were confident, hilarious, or the prettiest person he’s ever met. Nor is it about how your lips felt so so soft against his, the taste of delicate vanilla that stayed on the tip of his tongue.

“Seungie, are you even listening to me?” a shrill voice interrupting his thoughts, and he turns back, annoyed at the fact that his line of sight was no longer you, but a cakey face of makeup paired along with a sickening amount of perfume. “What was I talking about?”

“Uh…cucumber lip balm?” He’s dazed, all his attention on you, not sparing a single glance at the girl leeched onto his arm. He can’t help but be mesmerised at how alive you were as you laughed along with your friends, the strong glare of the sun somehow cradled your figure, like a natural spotlight.

It’s like you have him wrapped around your finger, unknowingly tying up his heartlines like telephone cords. And he doesn’t know what to do.

So he results in asking Cupid. “I’ve retired Hee,” she says, “I’m not cupid anymore.” Her boyfriend Jay’s arm slung around her shoulder, as he twirls the ends of her hair.

“I’m not asking for matchmaking, I just don't know what to do next,” He mutters, slightly embarrassed. He’s Lee Heeseung, the basketball captain who led his team to the championships, the guy who could get any girl he liked, yet he finds himself stumbling over one small kiss with you.

Jay examines his friend’s expression, “if she really asked you for a kiss, then why are you the one chasing her around, following her like a lost puppy?” The girl beside him stifles a giggle, unable to fathom how the tables had finally turned. That after constantly teasing the both of them for following each other everywhere, it was finally his turn.

“Am not,” he argues, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed.

The couple looks at him in disbelief, “you’ve literally been asking around about her, looking for her every second you’re free, or do you not remember?”

Heeseung remembers. How could he ever forget when all he does these days is stare at you.

“You’re down, bad.” Jay’s voice bringing him back to reality, “so? She liked the kiss, right?”

Heeseung sighs, not knowing how to answer. He enjoyed it, but did you? Most probably not. Not when his lips were smothered with Sooji’s all-natural cucumber balm ( they make your lips soft, but at what cost? ) “You promise not to laugh?” he casts knowing looks at the duo who loved making fun of him, “she said my lips taste like grass.”

He watches as Jay and his girlfriend hold back their laughter, looking at each other in amusement. “Oh god, she’s way out of your league,” he says, “we have to meet her.”

Heeseung groans, palms rubbing his face as he deliberates why he ever came in the first place, “just fucking tell me what I should do.”

iii. if i had two hearts, i would fall for you twice

You think it’s pathetic; you’re pathetic — as you watch the boy you’ve liked for a year bend down to kiss a different girl with his lips, as if nothing had ever happened just a few days ago. Maybe you were being dramatic, making a big deal out of such a normal act from Lee Heeseung, but you couldn’t help but frown at the thought of your unrequited feelings.

Though you were the one who broke the kiss up, you had to admit it was one of the best kisses you’ve ever received in your life. An intricate memory of your first kiss with your crush that should be stored in the treasure chest of your heart. You wished it could last forever. But tasting another girl’s gloss on his lips made you feel so worthless, like you were a side piece – even if he wasn’t really yours to begin with.

“He’s a wuss, he’s a coward,” Minjeong exclaims as the both of you sit on the bleachers of Decelis’ indoor sports hall, “he gets the kiss of his life, follows you around school like a bitchless loser, and when you finally look at him he kisses someone else?”

You slap your palms onto Minjeong’s mouth, nodding your head towards the hall full of basketballers practising. “Way to be secretive,” you groan, “but I guess it’s normal for him to kiss people. Plus, he does not follow me around, he’s always with Sooji.”

“We literally saw him outside our class just now, looking directly at you through the window,” she comments, “you’ve definitely caught his attention.”

You sigh, watching Heeseung as he bends down to catch a breather, body flushed like roses as he mouths something to his teammate. And you think it would take you more than a lifetime to get over the boy. He never needs to know how you replay your conversation with him in your head all the time. The way he smiled when you opened the door, the lovesick feeling that only he could give you.

“No, I-” you start, turning to face Minjeong, before you are interrupted by her furious tapping, “yeah, you did, because he’s on the way here right now.”

“Hey Y/N, hey Minjeong,” he greets, standing in front of you looking like a god. Your eyes widen in shock as your name rolls off his tongue and you’re buzzing, burning, flying.

“Hey guys,” Jungwon follows, hands reaching out to ruffle your hair and you scream.

“Won, it took me such a long time to do my hair today,” you complained, whining as you glare at him in anger, completely forgetting the fact that your crush was right in front of you at the thought of your messed up look, “and your palms are sweaty.”

“This is the one I told you about, the brat,” Jungwon explains to Heeseung, a playful glint in his eyes as he points towards you. Heeseung looks at you, an amused smirk forming on his lips.

“I know what she’s like,” he says, “we’ve talked before.” Your heart squirms around your chest under his gaze. We’ve kissed. You think, as you calm the throbbing heart of yours.

“So,” you start, attempting to change the topic at the price of your embarrassment, “what brings the almighty captain of our basketball team here? Doesn’t really seem like you’re in need of any saving.” You trail off, smiling at the thought of getting back at him.

“Of course not, pretty girl,” he challenges back, neither of you backing down, “but if you want, you can save me anytime.” You don’t know when he moved in, so close you shuffle back.

And you think that God was so unfair, that the universe hated everyone but Lee Heeseung. Because it was criminal, how he looked so good drenched in sweat with flushed cheeks and pretty eyes so powerful one gaze could easily knock a faint hearted out.

“Do I look that easy?” You tilt your head, the tips of your lips curving up forming a sly smile, “you might be smooth, Lee, but I don’t save just anybody.”

“Well, thank god I’m not just anybody,” he mutters before moving back, a cocky smirk plastered on his face, “so, would you come save me?”

Heeseung’s words bury itself in every layer of skin belonging to you, and he owns every feeling that blossoms in the pit of your stomach when you think of him. You hear him, and almost plead for him to save you as you stargaze at the opaque galaxies in his irises.

“Since you so earnestly begged,” you answer, catching a small falter in your voice. And he crushes you with his reply.

“You promised,” the creaminess of his voice wrapping around you as the shrill sound of his coach’s whistle cuts the tension between the both of you. “See you soon, pretty girl.”

He runs off, leaving you tongue tied, numb, as your heart falls again and again.

iv. language is so miserably insufficient when i talk about you

Heeseung makes lists in his head about what he wants in a lover, like brown hair and a sweet voice. Athletic, and maybe someone soft, gentle, and caring to him. And it’s all bullshit. Because people aren’t lists and the girl he’s staring at across the hallway is showing him that.

You’re different from the list in his head, equipped with a sharp mind and a sense of humour that actually makes people laugh like they mean it. And he finds you spilling into him, but for once he doesn’t care. His veins brimming, bones soft, and lungs inflated as his lips smiles at the remembrance of the imprint of your mouth on his.

He doesn’t know when it happened, barely catching himself slipping away from his past antics of having random cheerleaders on his arms or giving kisses because he felt like it. Now, he felt the need to save. To save his unlimited kisses for someone, you, who stood across the hallway with perfume that smelt like a fleeting dream.

“Bro’s too love struck to even look at us when we talk,” Jake says, eyeing the boy with hearts in his eyes.

“Just go for it,” Sunghoon pipes up, “how hard can it be to get a girl?”

Heeseung’s head whips back, eyes slitted as he glared hardly at him. “You wouldn’t even know, you’re too busy arguing with that neighbour of yours.”

“Just give her flowers and shit, girls like that.” Sunghoon rolls his eyes, unable to even imagine why his friends were all so infested with their love lives now.

Jay slaps Sunghoon on his back, face contorting into slight annoyance. “Not all girls like that, you have to get to know her, what she likes, and what she doesn’t. Don’t take advice from a idiot who shows his liking by being a nuisance to his crush.”

“I do not like her, she is the most annoying person in the universe.” Sunghoon refutes. And Heeseung stares at the scene — of two of his friends bickering.

He turns to Jake, gesturing as if asking him to tell Heeseung his thoughts and Jake sighs, “not me bro, I’m literally fake dating my crush and she thinks every gift or kiss i give her is fake. You should listen to Jay.”

So Heeseung turns to Jay, face with an expression ever so vulnerable; with the innocence of a love struck puppy and the wish to become a lover.

“I mean,” Jay starts, and Heeseung’s eyebrows furrow in concentration, wanting to capture every last detail of Jay’s love advice. “Do you like her?”

It’s a simple question but it wrings the life out of Heeseung. Liking someone is simple, but admitting it is not.

And he thinks back, to the time when he felt as if he kissed the garden of eden on the lips, tinted mosaic love, heart soft in soft hands, warm fingertips grazing warm skin. He smiles, and fuck, he likes you. A lot.

He opens his mouth, but is too overwhelmed by the enriching feeling washing him down. So he results in just nodding, and for once his eyes sparkle; so bright it puts the sun to shame.

“Then go talk to her, ask her out, find out what she likes to do, what she despises, and go for it.” Jay answers, reminiscent of the time he first felt the intense feeling of love, of crush.

Heeseung doesn’t need to be told twice as he makes a beeline to you. It’s not the first time he’s approaching you, yet his palms are sweaty and his breath is staggered when he reaches you at your locker.

You look up from your phone to the boy who stands in front of you, shadow casted onto the screen of your phone. “Lee Heeseung, fancy seeing you here. What’s up?”

Your voice is tranquil as it kisses his eyelids, that he can now no longer see anyone but you. His mind turns a blank sheet — the flower petal used to write you the sweetest letter erased.

“Uh, Friday?” He stutters, and he mentally kills himself for losing composure in front of you. “I mean,” he pauses, catching his breath, “hey, are you free Friday?”

You stifle a laugh at the poor boy’s lack of speech, his obnoxious confidence replaced with fragile dandelions at the tip of his tongue.

“Sure,” he’s cute, “see you Friday Heeseung.”

And he feels like he’s scored a winning basket.

v. my heart is so full of you, i can hardly call it my own

The devil works hard, but Lee Heeseung works harder. With his muscular arms crossed against his chest, body leaning against the metal frame of your locker as he waits, like he has for the past hour, scanning the crowd for you.

“Sorry for the long wait, Heeseung.” you say as you approach. Hearing his name come out from your lips made the hairs on the back of his neck stand. He’s never known a better sound than his name on your lips.

“No problem,” he replies, staring into the same eyes that got him hooked and he thinks, “she’s so pretty, I could cry,” a pretty girl, his pretty girl with pretty hair and pretty eyes. “I’ll always wait for you.”

You look away nonchalantly, but he’s observant enough to notice the blush forming on your cheeks. “Okay, loverboy, if that’s what you want to do.” And he laughs, fingertips sliding around your wrist as he pulls you out of school.

“Hey! Where are you taking me,” you exclaim at the sudden movement from the boy who opens suns in your heart, “this is so ungentlemanly of you! Is this how you take all your side chicks out? Manhandle them?”

Heeseung stops in his tracks, turning his body around before pulling you in by the wrist. His eyes etched onto yours, “stop being such a princess and just follow me.”

And with that he continues to lead you into the mall, a winner’s smile etched on his face at the thought of your shocked expression.

He pulls you into the mall, guiding you to the arcade situated on the ground floor, professionally swerving through the crowd of children to the basketball machines tucked in the corner of the bustling place.

“This? You want me to save you, the almighty basketball captain, from an arcade shooting game?” You say, a baffled expression on your face.

“I hold the highest score, sweetheart,” he replies cockily, as he watches you scoff at his arrogance.

“Oh, so this is a challenge?” You say as you jokingly stare him down, and he smiles. He smiles because he sees the warmth in your eyes, so intense he was sure you could read all of his thoughts, everything he felt and thought about you, written on his pupils.

“Yeah, whatever you wish,” he mumbled to himself, his heart swelling at the sight of you so adorably eager to win.

You turn to him, snapping him out of his thoughts, “play with me, Hee, I want to see your face when you lose.”

And he goes mad at the way your eyes morph into crescents when you laugh, stars glittering your smile and your face so colourful. He slowly finds that with you around, everything's a blur and time moves too quickly.

You laugh and he feels…relief. Relieved that you simply exist, and he’s privileged enough to exist with you in the same lifetime, in the same world, right beside you.

It’s an easy win for you, but only because he’s distracted by the pureness of your giggles, his eyes constantly moving away from the metal netting of the basketball hoop to you.

“Loser,” you exclaim, sticking your tongue out in sheer happiness. It wasn’t often that you would beat a captain of a basketball team in his sport after all, “now you have to treat me to ice cream.”

He’s about to refuse before he holds himself back, wanting to blurt out how it was you who caused him the loss. “Don't’ be a sore loser, Hee, not everyone can be blessed with such immaculate talents,” you teased.

You are not wrong. You are immaculately talented with the way you spin his heart dizzy, lightheaded, drunk on the tiniest of memories he has with you. You may not be the world, but you are everything that makes the world good. And now that Heeseung’s met you, he thinks all he’s done in his life was just existing, not living.

A soft tug snaps him out of his daydream of you, tiny fingers bunching the fabric of his shirt. “Excuse me, can you help me?”

Before he can register the unfamiliar voice, you’re already bending down, squealing over the cute boy, “Aww, you’re so adorable!”

You interact excitedly with the little boy, eyes practically shaped into hearts as you stare at him in adoration. “I’ll help you, let’s go! Don’t ask this sore loser, he’s still crying over how I absolutely trashed him in basketball!”

Heeseung bends down as he gasps, feigning hurt. “You wound me, princess,” a hand on his chest as he entertains the small boy in front of him.

“Hyung, why is your girlfriend so mean to you?” His eyes wide as he asks ever so innocently, scratching the side of his head in confusion.

“Ah, he’s not-”

“Yeah, why are you so mean to me, my girlfriend?” He sided with the little boy, turning to face you. He’s amused as you shoot him a warning look, mind racking for a response in your flustered state.

He wishes that he could hear about all the thoughts flying through your head at the moment. He wishes that inside, there’s a garden blooming just for him.

Do you think about him the way he thinks about you?

The question gnaws at him, because even though he knows that you have had a crush on him, he doesn’t know what it feels like.

But maybe now he does.

It’s like he’s hell bound and you’re heaven sent, and he’s never really believed in love at first sight ( or kiss ) till he met you. But there was no other explanation, of why his eyes looked for you in the midst of the crowd even when he barely knew your name and just the taste of your lips, or why his pulse would jump whenever he hears your name even though he’s at the other end of the hallway.

You haunt him, and he loses sleep as he stares at the countless stars in the sky, looking for one that’s shaped like the stars in your eyes.

Pouting, you try to explain yourself, “he’s mean to me first,” you say, putting the blame on Heeseung. But to your dismay, the little boy doesn’t believe you one bit.

“He literally looks at you like how a dog looks at a bone,” Heeseung’s laughter rings through your ear and into your heart as the tips of your ear blush red.

“You make it seem like he wants to eat me,” you say, hands moving up to soothe the heat of your ears.

“But he looks like he wants to kiss you so badly,” and Heeseung wonders how the little boy is so accurate in his observations. You’re stunned, and he takes the chance to dip down, finally tasting the sweet vanilla dripping from your lips again.

“Come on, I’ll help you,” Heeseung says as he stands up, grasping the tiny hand of the boy, “my girlfriend is a little preoccupied right now.”

vi. one boy, thousand feelings

You presume that you’ll never finish falling in love with Lee Heeseung now that he’s planted himself firmly in the garden of your life, conducting the butterflies in your stomach with how he waits for you after school at your locker, in the same leaning stance that has slowly become familiar after the past two weeks.

You remember when you asked him why he waited in that stance, with his arms crossed leaning against the locker coolly. And you remember calling him a hypocrite when he said it was the position he looked best in, because all he was in your eyes was a loser.

Or because he always looked his best in your eyes.

Even so, with his charming tactics and smooth ways, here you are; with a sour aftertaste in your mouth and a sunken heart as Minjeong asks you about the basketball game this evening.

“So he didn’t ask you to watch him at the basketball game?” She scoffs, “what a boyfriend he is.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you reply, bashful at the intimate label. “And maybe it’s because he knows I always go either way.”

“But still,” she reasons, “with the way he goes around proclaiming and calling you his girlfriend, he should’ve at least asked.”

You sigh. Maybe it’s a sign, you think, a sign that he doesn’t actually like you as much as he seems to, a wake up call that this will never be real, that it’ll forever stay a coin that you’ve thrown into the wishing well.

“Don’t worry Y/N,” Minjeong consoles, “we’ll be going together, matching in Jungwon’s jerseys! Who wants to match with Lee Heeseung when you can match with the Kim Minjeong instead?”

A small smile forms at the words of your best friend, “okay then, let’s go get ready, I can’t wait to match with the Kim Minjeong.”

She squeals, pulling you into her room, where two of Jungwon’s white jerseys hung. And you spend the afternoon with Minjeong, giggling and gossiping, as you dress up to watch the basketball game.

The both of you finally reach the indoor hall, seated at the usually second row of your school’s bleachers. Eyes scanning the crowd of boys on the basketball court, only to find Heeseung in the midst of the chaos.

The gradual beat of your heart suddenly accelerates. No, you were supposed to be upset that he didn’t invite you, get your act together, you think to yourself.

Curse him, curse Lee Heeseung, because with that face and skill, it was near impossible to look away. He dazzles on the court, easily manoeuvring past everyone, and you’re way too distracted by trying to keep your gaze off him you barely focus on the scores.

‘Jungwon, I’m here for Jungwon’ is the mantra you tell yourself as you fix your gaze on your other best friend, who was proclaimed to be the upcoming ace of Decelis’ basketball team.

And he proves it himself, with the way he catches the ball thrown to him by Heeseung, eyes focused as he shoots a clean three pointer.

You and Minjeong immediately stand up cheering, hollering like crazy fans. “Oh my gosh, with the way he’s playing, he’s definitely getting mvp tonight instead of Heeseung.” A wide smile on her face starkly contrasting yours, “looks like lover boy isn’t doing so well today.”

Turning to look at him, your heart squeezes, not only because of your deep feelings for the boy, but also due to how drained he looks. Face pale as sweat drips down his hair onto the court in droplets.

You hate yourself. For not paying attention, for being petty, for missing out on how his legs tremble ever so slightly as he struggles to stand straight.

He looked fine at a glance but the more you observed his actions you realise how much of a bad shape he was in. A huge sigh of relief exits you when the halftime whistle blows and you fly down the stands to the barrier, sourness replaced with worry.

“Heeseung,” you call, and amidst the bustle of the hall he hears you clearly, jogging to you with shining eyes.

“Hey my pretty girlfriend,” he says with a small frown as he examines your outfit, “why are you wearing Jungwon’s jersey?”

You ignore the boy’s envy laced comment, “Hee, are you feeling okay? You didn’t look too good on court today.”

He musters up a tired smile, “only because a pretty girl is watching me, makes me nervous.”

You sigh as your words enter his left ear and exit through his right, “I think you should sit out for the last half of the game,” your eyebrows furrow in worry, “don’t overwork yourself.”

You wonder if the boy in front of you is even registering your words when you see the dazed look in his eyes, as if he was ticked off by something on you.

“Lee Heeseung, are you listening to me?”

“Why are you wearing Jungwon’s jersey?” He repeats, this time in a stern tone that sends shivers down your spine. His voice raspy as he asks.

“I always do, you know that,” unaware of the situation you were in, “not like it matters.”

“It does,” he grunts, “how can my girlfriend wear another boy’s jersey to my game, cheering his name, and waving a sign for him.”

“You never gave me yours,” you mutter under your breath, not wanting to seem too dramatic in front of him, “and I’m not even your girlfriend.”

A string of curses leave his mouth under his breath, and he pauses for a moment, “yet,” he says, “you’re not my girlfriend yet.”

And you feel like you could look into his eyes forever, memorise the mesmerising patterns of his irises. More than that, maybe you could recognize him by his touch alone, by smell even; you would know him blind, by the rhythm of his breaths, the loudness of his footsteps.

The call of Heeseung’s name breaks your gaze from his, and you gesture to him to go back. But his eyes are etched to your face, as if you were an angel bestowed upon him.

“Hee,” you echo his teammate’s calls, “your teammates are calling.” And he snaps out of it at the sound of your voice, nodding before placing a soft kiss at the corner of your lips.

“Wait for me,” he says, expression serious. And you liked it, how it softened slightly when he looked at you. Like the way he looked at you differed from how he looked at anyone else.

Heeseung turns away but you pull him back, fingers encasing his wrists, cheeks sullied the colour of love, “don’t strain yourself out there, you’re always the best player to me.”

You don’t know how your reassurance melts him, thaws him down to his raw emotions and bones. You squeeze his wrists, offering him a comforting smile, and he thinks he’s fucked.

vii. i think i’ll call you love !

Heeseung thinks the universe must hate him, as he blows his nose into the nth tissue of the day. He had so much planned; to finally treat you to ice cream from your previous date, and to ask you to finally be his girlfriend. But he thinks it’s all ruined.

He doesn’t know the exact moment he fell for you, nor did he know that he would fall. But he thinks that’s the beauty in it, that he wasn’t even looking when he found you.

“We could get ice cream,” he suggests, voice low and stuffed as he sniffs. Watching the adorable way your face scrunches up in disbelief entertains Heeseung as you scold him for not taking care of himself properly.

“Ice cream? When you’re sick?” casting a stern glance at the tall boy, “do you want to die?”

He smiles at your cute expressions, and god he wants to kiss you so badly. There wasn’t a single word in the universe to describe how he felt about you.

There’s nothing in the world he’ll ever find more beautiful than you. Not the sun. Not the moon. Not even the galaxy compares to the light you radiate.

Yes, as long as the last thing he’d see was you. He wants to reply, but instead a few coarse coughs exit his throat as his hands fly up to cover his mouth.

“I think you should head home, Hee,” you say, anxious for him, “you’re burning up.” Your hands push his hair back gently as you gauge his temperature from your touch on his forehead. “I told you that you should’ve sat out from yesterday’s basketball game.”

“Guess I’m in need of saving again,” he mumbles, resting his forehead on your shoulder, nausea drifting away at the smell of your vanilla perfume.

Your hand caresses him back, softly asking him to stand up before pulling him to the direction of the nurse’s office.

“No,” he groans, “let’s go out.”

You tsked at Heeseung’s childish complaining, “stop being such a big baby and follow me.”

“I hate the smell of the nurse’s office,” he whines, “let’s go.”

And he pulls you, hands encasing your fingers as he walks out of school. “Where?” You ask, not even trying to persuade the boy to go back, as if he would listen to you.

“Home,” he says, pulling you across the road, passing a few houses before he stops.

“This is your house? I never knew you lived so close to school.”

“You don’t know where your boyfriend lives?” he teases, masking the dizzy feeling in his head, “and yet I know so much about you. Like how you like to dance, how you’re called the pretty girl of your year, how you devour strawberry covered chocolates like you’re starved.”

You’re blushing and Heeseung is proud. “Asking around about me now, Hee? Don’t make it so obvious, or else people might think you’re obsessed.”

Maybe he was. Obsessed with you. He sees you before he sees anything else in the room, vanilla was never his favourite scent till he smelt it on you, and he’s tangled, blurred into you.

He unlocks the door and welcomes you in, watching as you look around in awe, “Oh my god, you look so cute here!” You point towards a framed picture of a baby Heeseung placed on the top of a drawer.

He flushes, quickly moving to turn the photo down before awkwardly changing the topic. “How about we watch a movie?”

“Didn’t we come here so you could rest?” You say, “You should go to sleep Hee, I’ll let myself out.”

He shakes his head furiously, distasting the idea of missing precious time with you. “No, let’s watch a movie,” he insists.

“Fine,” you sigh at the stubborn boy, “just for a while then you go to sleep.”

Heeseung randomly chooses a movie, unable to focus as he flops back onto his sofa. He moves his head, laying it on your shoulder, shifting to find a comfortable position.

And it’s silent as the both of you watch the movie, with Heeseung’s head propped on your shoulder, curled up against you.

Heeseung, for once, feels at peace. His head is void of basketball strategies or maths equations, filled with just you. With the lovely silken murmur of your breath, like an angel clad in wings and the soothing feeling of strawberries, cherries, and kisses during spring.

He can’t take it anymore, it’s killing him. He hates how nothing goes according to plan, how he couldn’t take you out today, tease you in front of the world and ask you to be his. But he guesses this is what love really is, not really showing you off, no. But more so the urgency to trace over the spots you last touched, a gentle graze, a pat on the shoulder, or even a simple hug. He feels you even when you’re not near, and your scent has perfectly settled into his senses.

“Be my girlfriend Y/n,” he blurts out, “my real girlfriend.”

You freeze up, in shock and he feels the need to explain, to confess, to cough up all the words that are stuck in his throat.

“I like you, so much I can’t put it into words. You’re stuck in my head, everywhere I go you’re the first person I’ve come to look for. Anytime someone looks at you, or speaks to you, I’m jealous. I want all your minutes and all your words. I want all of you, to myself, all the time. I-”

You cut him off, lips pressing against his. This is what it’s like to kiss Venus, he thinks. And he never thought a kiss could be such a dream. His heart intoxicated, his mind derailing into madness, anaesthetised bodies against each other as the both of you run wild like the fire in your veins.

Giving in and pulling away, taking it all in with smoke in the air, in the comfort of each other's arms and sedated beings. Just you and him.

“So, is that a yes?” He’s dazed and worried, worried that you would say no and he’d never be able to forget about you.

You crack a big grin, giggling at his stupid question. Your cheeks dusted in fairy red as you glow, “I guess you’re my real boyfriend now, Lee Heeseung.”

viii. i don’t know how you do it, but i’m forever ruined by you

Instead of the usual #04 on the back of your shirt, you’re donning a #01. Definitely because your boyfriend was a jealous brat, and not because you wanted to. ( Actually you instantly agreed when he asked you to )

It’s been two weeks and you’re absolutely sick. Sick of the butterfly galore fested in your stomach, and even more so of the handsome boy who owns it, constantly clinging onto you like he was right now.

“Babe, I can’t believe you’re not going to give me a good luck kiss, I’m literally going to faint right now.” He says, dramatically flopping into your arms.

“I know you’re weak Hee,” you say to the boy who looks extremely happy in your arms, “but I can’t be saving you all the time.”

“But you’re a hero. My hero.” He replies, his words working past the interlacing fingers of your ribs, there, into your heart. And you can and never will get enough of Heeseung, with his tall figure and messy hair, deep voice and words that come out of his mouth like waves you ride on into the ocean of love.

He says what he means and some people may mistake this for simplicity, but it doesn’t take a genius to cut into a heart. Especially with your boyfriend being a #01 idiot. ( your #01 idiot )

“Go to your teammates Hee, you’ve got a game to play.” You shoo him away, and his eyes widen, turning glossy as he crosses his arms at your words.

“Trying to get rid of me already? You hate me that much, huh babe?”

You huff, stepping into his embrace, hands snaking around his neck and his, your waist. You press a kiss onto his pillow lips, and you beg each other for warmth, till you’re rubicund flushed, till your lips and cheeks and sun-splotched.

He breaks the kiss, and both of you stay; forehead against forehead, your heavy breaths mixed with his. And he smiles, it’s sweet and easy, like milk, dribbling through your fingers in a laugh warm as the melting of a love scented candle. And it’s all the better for no one else to hear it. Because this is your loveline, this, you think, is living.

“Go kick their asses, boyfriend.”

bonus. somewhere far far away, in the land of eumpapas, nella presents ‘not so love letters’

Dear Y/n ( My Prettiest Hero ),

It’s been three years since we’ve started dating yet I’m still mad about you. This is the cheesiest shit I’m ever going to write so this is a warning to never use this as blackmail against me or show this to my family members when they ask you how I’ve been performing as a boyfriend. ( as if I’m not the best boyfriend in the world )

For the past three years, you’ve made my life so much easier to bear. My repetitive routines felt more lively, and you make my life better, all by just being you. In my long long life to come, it’s you, who will forever be the most special moment.

Though we may have argued over many petty things, especially during your senior year and my first year in uni, I wouldn’t change a thing. And I’ll choose you, over and over and over. Without a doubt, in a heartbeat, I’ll keep choosing you just like how you’ve chosen me.

Everything has a reason for falling, and I have you. I love you so much, I’m so glad heaven sent you to me.

Ps: stop laughing at my hair colours or I’ll replace your vanilla lip glosses with those cucumber ones you love.

A boy who's off his face, in love with you.

Lee Heeseung ( Your Hee )

exeunt. he kisses you even when the sun sleeps.

3K notes · View notes

icantpickabiasugh · 9 months

Text

Omg I loved this soo much I’m also a simp for Heesung but this is just amazing 👏👏👏👏

POOL PARTY (l.hs)

MDNI! MDNI! MDNI!

PAIRING: brother's best friend! Heeseung x fem! reader

WC: ~7.3k (whoops my bad)

CW/TW: older brother's best friend, smut (MDNI, 18+) , 1% angst, family problems, fluff, degrading + praise (receiving), oral (both), fingering (receiving), protected (BE SAFE), choking (receiving), spit, hickeys, hee calls reader a slut/whore like twice, public sex/outdoor sex, drinking, assault (if you squint), jealous heeseung, he kind of has a corruption kink and size kink (?), inexperienced reader, lmk if I missed anything!

SUMMARY: Blaring music, colorful lights, free alcohol, horny girls, cool water: pool parties were Lee Heeseung's favorite type of party. When you heard that your older brother, Jake, was throwing one in your back yard for Heeseung's birthday, you took your chance to have Heeseung finally notice you. Luckily for you, Heeseung knew your plan; and two can play that game.

FEATURING: Taehyun of TXT, enha (minus Niki and jungwon)

Buy me a Ko-fi!

Much like every college student, Lee Heeseung loved three things: money, alcohol, and pool parties. You recalled this as Heeseung and your brother walked into the living room shouting about how “awesome” their party will be, raving about your parents finally deciding to go out for the weekend. Heeseung stopped in the doorway upon seeing your figure curled onto the couch, watching Twilight for the thousandth time.

“Hey, birthday boy,” you teased, your eyes leaving the television in front of you. Jake locked eyes with you before rolling his own.

“No, you can't go,” Jake replied, annoyance coating his tone. “This party is for cool people only," he swiped at a loose strand of his blonde hair as it fell over his face.

You sighed, putting a piece of popcorn into your mouth. “Then why are you going?” You joked back. Heeseung laughed lightly at your response.

He walked to where he could see the screen before turning to Jake. “I don't see why she can't come, it'll be here and all the guys will be here to make sure she's safe,” Heeseung reasoned. His arms rested against the top of the couch, leaning forward as he came closer to you.

Your head turned to face your brother’s best friend, eyeing how his newly silver hair complimented his tan skin. He wore a silver chain over his shirt, the metal dangling dangerously close to you.

Jake groaned, rolling his eyes again. “That's the problem, dude! Tons of guys will be drinking and looking at my baby sister like a piece of meat!” He shouted. “It's best if she just goes to her friend's house and stays far away that night.”

Jake angrily tapped his phone, sending a text to his friends.

You scoffed. “‘Baby sister’? Jake, I'm almost twenty years old.”

He ran a hand through his hair, aggravation evident on his face. “Twenty, twelve, same shit. My answer is final, you are not going to our party.”

You shrugged in response. “And if I happen to want to go for a swim in my own pool with Sunoo, then what?”

“I’ll inflate the kiddy pool for you two.”

You fiddled with the tiny black box in your hands nervously as Sunoo, your best friend, examined its contents. “Y/N, I'm not sure this is a good idea,” he sighed, placing the object back in the box.

Your shoulders fell as you put the box next to you. Sunoo came to sit next to you, running his hand over your back soothingly. “Maybe if you would tell me why this damn thing was ‘so cool’ I'd reconsider my opinion,” the blonde gestured towards you.

You held the silver sun-shaped pendant in your palm. “It's embarrassing,” you mumbled.

“Then why are you giving it to hot boy Heeseung?”

You slapped your palm on top of Sunoo’s mouth, glancing towards your door in a panic. “Don't say that shit so loud, Sunoo!” He raised his arms in surrender before you spoke again. “I just… It's something between me and him, and I'm sure he'll understand the meaning.”

“Ooh, did you two fuck on the beach or something?” Sunoo bounced up and down, hitting his knees excitedly. “Tell me EVERYTHING!”

You laughed lightly. “No, that's not it,” you traced the outline of the metal Sun. “It’s much more meaningful and realistic than that.”

When you were sixteen, your family took a trip to the beach. You had just begun to bloom into womanhood, according to your mother. Jake had decided to bring his friend from school, Heeseung.

Heeseung was possibly the most popular senior at your high school, your brother a close second to him. You had sat at the bottom of the food chain your entire freshman and sophomore year, until you’d come to school after spring break with a completely new look.

It was the last night of your trip, and you'd decided to go out to the shore one more time before going home. You made your way out in your tank top and shorts, the sandals on your feet crunchy with sand.

The sea greeted you with its soft crashes, the salty, sticky breeze hitting you slowly. You closed your eyes and relished in the tranquility.

Quietly, sniffles began to enter your ears. Your head snapped in their direction, seeing your brother's best friend still shirtless and in his swim trunks that he'd worn all day. He sat with his knees curled into his chest, his brown hair blown askew from the wind.

You walked over to him quietly, sitting next to him with your legs out and arms behind you. “Wanna talk about it?” You asked gently, your eyes never leaving the shore.

He shook his head as it sat against his knees with another sniffle. You brought your hand up to run through his hair, a common gesture you did. Stopping mid-air, you watched as his shoulders shook with the force of his breathing.

Heeseung’s body visibly relaxed at the feeling of your fingers gently carding through his hair. “Whatever it is, it'll be okay. I'm here for you, if you need someone to talk to,” you comforted him in a light voice.

He couldn't get himself to pick his head up, too afraid to have anyone see him so disheveled. “It's- It's-” he stammered, hiccuping between words.

You shushed him, whispering that it was okay and that he didn't need to force himself. He lifted his head up, watching the way you stared towards the open ocean as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

He admired the way your hair fell over your shoulders, slightly wavy from the salt water. He watched a smile grace your cheeks, freckles and a slight tint from a sunburn being gently illuminated by the moonlight bouncing from the water.

“It's my family,” he scratched out, his throat burning from his emotions. “They just, God, they're so shit. My parents fight all the fucking time, and then they expect me to clean up their messes when they throw shit and scare my little siblings. I come home half the time to one of my parents drunk as shit, high off their ass, or flipping their shit at one of the kids.”

He glanced at you, as if to ask if he could continue. You nodded slowly, your eyes giving him all of the reassurance he needed. “I don't want to go home,” he mumbled. “This week with your family has been the best week of my life. I'm not scared to walk out of my room or talk to you all, your family is so loving and easy to be with. I'm so thankful your family let me come and treated me like one of their own.”

Heeseung cracked out another choked sob. “I'm so tired of having to work my ass off to pay bills, and fix shit, and take care of my siblings in my parents’ place, and do good in school, and-”

Heeseung felt his body freeze at the feeling of your soft fingers wiping the tears from his cheeks. He leaned into your touch as you continued to hold his face, his eyes closing in comfort. “You don't have to keep this all to yourself, y'know,” you smiled down to him.

He lifted his eyes to yours, making your breath hitch. The delicate moonlight created a shadow over his face that only served to increase his attractiveness, despite his puffy eyes. His round, doe eyes had a white shine from the illuminated night above him, and you couldn't tell if the stars you were seeing lived in the sky or if they simply lived in his eyes.

“Heeseung,” you breathed out. “You'll always be part of our family.”

Heeseung wrapped his arms around your arms, his chin coming to sit on your shoulder. You let your hands hold his back soothingly, your palms running up and down as he breathed. He brought his face back, staring into your own eyes.

His breath reached your lips with each exhale. “Y/N, you're like a ray of sunshine, y'know?” He laughed, a perfect smile over his features.

“You sound cheesy,” you joked. “But if I can be a ray of sunshine for you when you need it, then I'll be your Sun.”

The two of you sat like that, the last words of your conversation hanging in the air. His face was so, so close to your own.

His eyes flicked down to your lips as he slowly leaned in. “Whenever I need it?” He asked, gauging your reaction.

“Anytime,” you breathed out, almost whispering.

His arms unraveled from your body, hands holding your chin and cheek softly. “What if I just want it?”

You closed the distance, pressing your lips against his, hoping to God that he'd reciprocate. His lips moved against your own slowly, never escalating the kiss beyond just that: a kiss. He pulled away after a few seconds, resting his forehead against your own. He laughed lightly, his shoulders bouncing with him. “Thank you, Y/N, for talking to me. I won't forget this.”

Sunoo sat with his jaw hung open as you finished recalling the story of your conversation with Heeseung. “So you two kissed?!” Sunoo all but yelled.

You jumped up and slammed your door shut, a threatening glare in your eyes. “Shut up!” You whisper-shouted. “The last thing I need is for Heeseung to hear you, or worse, Jake!”

Sunoo swooned in your bed overdramatically. “And you got him a sun pendant to remind him you're his Sunshine, oh my GOSH! So romantic!”

You put the box back onto your desk. “Not exactly,” you smiled. “Just… friendly.”

“Oh, shut up! You guys kissed all romantically, have you two been sneaking around?”

“Nothing ever happened after that, actually. We just went back to how it was before, with him being Jake's friend and me not being allowed to interact with Jake’s guy friends.”

Sunoo slammed his hands onto your mattress. “Okay, I see the problem. We have to kill Jake.”

Your eyes widened as Sunoo wordlessly slid his finger across his throat. His eyes were wide with exaggeration.

“Oh my God, Sunoo, no! We're not killing my brother!” You laughed, your large t-shirt falling over your gym shorts.

Sunoo shrugged. “No fun,” he mumbled. He suddenly snapped his fingers as he got an idea, jumping off your bed and tearing through your closet.

You ran over to him, catching clothes as he threw them behind himself. “Sunoo, what are you doing?!” You shouted, laughter tearing through your body.

He mumbled, “I know you've gotta be hiding your sexy clothes in here,” as he flipped your entire dresser drawer of swimwear upside down. He smiled devilishly, pulling out a white bikini. He held it over your body, his tongue poking from the side of his mouth as he squinted his eyes.

“Sunoo, what are you planning?”

“We're crashing that party, and you're crashing Heeseung,” he stated. He nodded once as he examined where the suit fell and exclaimed, “SEXALICIOUS!”

You giggled, the two of you falling into fashion show mode, trying on different clothes from your closet.

Heeseung stood outside your door, a blush on his cheeks. As he'd promised, he never forgot that night on the beach. In fact, he thought about it quite often. Hearing you laugh every time he came over, seeing you run around with Sunoo happily, the way you would innocently smile at him as if he wasn't thinking about how beautiful you were that night: it drove him crazy.

As time passed and you grew into the adult you are now, Heeseung began to think about how beautiful you would be in front of him, with his cock down your throat. He wanted to ruin the innocence behind your smile.

The day had finally come. It was Heeseung’s twenty-first birthday, the day that you and Sunoo had been planning for weeks. Your parents cooked a simple ramen for everyone, the cake being the main course.

Of course, you'd helped decorate the cake. Your mother was only capable of making a sheet cake, so you helped her ice it with smiley faces everywhere and “HAPPY BIRTHDAY HEESEUNG” being drawn in the center.

Heeseung watched as you placed the candles carefully, wanting all twenty-one to be even. He walked over to you as you placed the finishing candle, noticing you were alone.

Heeseung had been planning for this day. At least, he'd been planning since he overheard your plans. He was going to drive you to your absolute limit, and put your simple plan (which he knew would already be highly effective) to its fullest potential.

He smiled at the cake, glancing at you. “Thank you, Y/N. This looks delicious,” he commented.

Your eyes shot around the room. “Watch out, Heeseung. Jake might froth at the mouth if he sees any of his friends talking to me tonight.”

“Well,” he swiped his finger into the icing, gathering a dollop of white on it, “we'll just have to be sneaky, then.”

You turned to him, mouth open and ready to scold him for messing with the cake (and your head). He smirked, dragging his finger along his tongue slowly. You watched as the icing spread over it, his tongue flat against his finger. He quietly groaned at the flavor. “Fuck,” he practically moaned.

“‘Fuck’?” You breathlessly whispered.

He looked at you, licking the rest off of his lips. “Tastes so good, Y/N,” he murmured with half-lidded eyes.

Suddenly, his sweet eyes had opened back up as his smile reached his ears again. “Can't wait to eat it!” He cheerily harped before walking out of the room, leaving you in a state of confusion and with a puddle in your skirt.

“BITCH!” Sunoo shouted upon hearing of your interaction with Heeseung. He laughed loudly, his tropical shirt and black swim trunks complimenting the sunglasses he wore atop his head. “He is so flirting with you!”

You walked out of your closet, doing a dramatic twirl in your bikini. You had a pair of glasses on your head, matching Sunoo’s. He clapped and hooted while you did a few more moves, including the iconic Elle Woods “bend and snap”.

Sunoo scanned your figure, from your curled hair down to your painted toes. “Are you seriously wearing an anklet?” He asked as you stood.

You looked down at it. “Yeah, what's wrong with it? It matched the pendant I'm giving Heeseung, I thought it would be cute.”

“It is,” Sunoo nodded, “if you want to tell him you want it to dangle over his shoulder, that is.”

He looked up at you, expecting you to take it off.

When you made no move to do so, his eyes widened as he began to shout. “Oh my God! You dirty whore, look at you growing up!”

He stood next to you, eyeing the both of you in your mirror before putting an arm over your shoulder. “We could pass as a cute couple, couldn't we?” He commented.

The two of you faked it for about two more seconds before bursting into laughter, Sunoo holding onto your shoulder to keep from falling.

As you heard the door to your house opening, followed by boisterous laughter and shouting, you knew that the party was starting. You and Sunoo walked down the stairs, your gift to Heeseung in your hands.

Jake's friend, Sunghoon, whistled lowly as you walked into the room. “Damn, Jake, didn't know you had a girlfriend,” he commented.

Heeseung turned to you quickly, his eyes going wide and his cheeks turning red as he checked you out. If he had been trying to hide it, he did not do a good job of it. He shut his open mouth and blinked quickly before trying to get ahold of himself.

Jake looked at you in shock and disgust. “That's my sister, you douche!” Jake shouted.

“Is she single?” Sunghoon asked flirtatiously.

Heeseung and Jake both shot a look at the boy.

“Off limits.”

“Don't even try it.”

The two looked at each other after they spoke simultaneously, both shrugging and looking back at Sunghoon with glares.

You came up between Heeseung and Jake, eyeing Sunghoon up and down. “Actually, I am single,” you smiled. “I'll be at the party all night, if you wanted to hang,” you hoped your attempt at blatantly flirting would get to Heeseung.

From the way his jaw clenched, it did.

Your bubble was burst, however, by Jake’s hand on your wrist. “Oh, no. No, no, no. I told you, you are not invited,” Jake dragged you back to the stairs. “Whether you live here or not, you will stay in your room.”

You opened your mouth to protest, only for Heeseung to come up next to you and pluck the sunglasses off of your head. “Why do you have these anyways? You do realize it’s nighttime, right?” He asked, putting them in his own hair.

You rolled your eyes. “Can I at least give Heeseung his birthday gift?”

Jake shook his head no as Heeseung nodded at you. He smiled tenderly, his hand settling on your shoulder. “I'll find you after the party's over so you can give it to me, yeah?”

You sighed, pretending to give in. “Alright, that works. If anyone needs me, I'll be in my room all night. All alone! The one right by the-”

“Alright, horndog, I'll be sure to relay the message that your brother will beat the shit out of anyone who tries to go, don't worry,” Jake began to push you up the stairs.

As Jake and Heeseung greeted more people, you watched the red solo cups fill outside your window. “Sun,” you called out, “do you think girls are gonna hit on Heeseung?”

“I think girls are going to flash him, too,” Sunoo deadpanned. You frowned at him, your makeup not being able to hide your worry. “Girls are going to throw themselves at a hot guy like him, but that guy out there was one of many who will be begging for your attention tonight.”

He walked over to you, rubbing your arms. “You are hot shit tonight, babe. If you want Heeseung to notice you, you've gotta flaunt it.”

After the two of you snuck back into the party, it took about five minutes before a guy offered to show you how to use a keg. Once you'd gotten that information, you were unstoppable.

You had about four cups of beer before deciding to take a break, the buzz making you dizzy. You let your feet dangle into the water of the pool, watching the way the water rippled under your feet.

The slight waves in your pool from people swimming reminded you of that night on the beach so many years ago. There was no way Heeseung remembered, you thought. You were probably just a kid to him, or a little sister.

You looked up and took in the scene of your backyard. You’d seen it from your window many nights, but you’d never been immersed into it. Girls ran around with pool floats in skimpy swimsuits, guys targeted one another with water guns, your pool was decorated with LED lights and stray solo cups, and your brother was easily the life of the party.

Currently, your dad’s expensive speaker setup for the pool was blaring “Beauty and a Beat” by Justin Beiber. You watched as a beach ball was tossed around the party, beer splashing onto the ground and water dripping down bodies.

You felt a leg brush against your own as someone sat next to you. A shirtless man with big eyes and an impressive physique sat next to you, his hair dripping with water. “You ever been to one of Jake’s parties?” The man asked.

You shook your head, “I’ve only ever heard of them, this is my first party.” The man watched as you took another chug of your drink.

He let his hand touch against the flush on your cheeks, smiling at you. “I can tell, you look bored as fuck. My name’s Taehyun.”

“Hi, Taehyun. I’m Y/N,” you smiled, holding your hand out for him to shake.

He looked at you with a confused smile, shaking your hand slowly. He then intertwined your fingers, his pink hair dripping water into your hand. His muscles flexed as he helped you stand with him, his pretty hand coming to steady you. “Say, do you want something a little better than beer? It tastes like shit, a pretty girl like you needs quality drinks."

You glanced at your cup, eying the amount of beer you had left. You chugged the rest, nodding as you swallowed. “Yeah, what the hell? I'm always up for a challenge.”

He cocked a brow. “Oh? I like that,” he held your hands as he led you to the drink table.

You handed him your cup as he poured a mixture of clear liquid, lime, and frozen pink lemonade into a cup. “Try this. It's good, and it's not enough to fuck you up off one cup,” he smiled.

You pushed the drink down your throat, your eyes widening as you swallowed. “Holy shit, Taehyun. This tastes like a fucking slushy.”

“I know, it's awesome,” he praised himself.

As you laughed, you felt a pair of eyes glaring at you. You hoped it wasn't Jake as you sound around.

Heeseung sat behind you, a girl sitting sideways on his lap. You watched as she ran her hand up and down his chisled abs, his hands behind his head. She whispered into his ear, a smirk crossing his lips, but you knew she didn't have his undivided attention at the moment.

His eyes were burning into you, and if looks could kill, the entire neighborhood would have gone up in flames. With a clenched jaw and raised eyebrows, he glared at you as if to say don't even try it. He stared at you so intently that you felt almost ashamed for talking to Taehyun.

You shook your head, snapping yourself out of your trance. “Taehyun, do you want to try a sip?”

He looked you up and down. “I mean, sure,” he stepped closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close enough to have you pour the drink into his mouth yourself.

Your lips curved into a smile. “Flirting, huh?” You teased him.

He smiled back. “Is it working?”

You grabbed his chin, forcing his face closer to yours. “Only if you're looking to get laid tonight,” you said, sure that Heeseung was reading your lips.

You glanced at the boy, his jaw clenched again. He returned his focus to the girl on his lap, his hand gripping at her thigh. You watched as she turned to him, a gasp escaping her lips.

Taehyun smirked as he crashed his lips into yours, a much different kiss from the one you shared with Heeseung four years ago. His hand wove its way into your hair, his other hand holding your hip. He pushed your body against his, your back arching into him as you let out a moan.

He took the opportunity to insert his tongue into your mouth, clashing against your own. He sucked your tongue harshly, his lower hand gravitating towards your ass. You brushed your leg against Taehyun’s crotch, a low groan leaving his lips as he pulled away. “Maybe we should take this where we can't be seen by everyone, yeah?”

You nodded, Taehyun already starting to lead you to the side of your house. You watched as the two of you walked into the seclusion of the shadow cast by it, your heart racing.

Maybe, having seen Heeseung with the other girl and believing he doesn't want you the way you want him, you could move on.

Taehyun placed a hand on the wall of your house, your foreheads touching. “God, you're so hot,” he sighed, capturing your lips again. It was one filled with lust, with teeth clashing and lip biting.

You grabbed his hand and lifted it to your chest as he backed away and looked at you. “Are you sure?” He asked. “I don't want it to be the beer talking.”

You nodded, throwing your head back as he kneaded your boob over your swimsuit. He squeezed your mound in time with every jab of his tongue into your mouth, occasionally pinching your nipple through the material. You had all but cum from him just kissing and touching your chest when he was suddenly ripped away from you.

“Dude, what the fuck?!” Taehyun shouted, bracing himself as he hit the ground.

You watched as Heeseung didn't spare the man a glance, his attention entirely on you. His eyes raked over your figure mercilessly, making you feel small in your own yard.

Taehyun looked between the two of you, confusion and anger evident on his face. “Tae, go back to the party. You don't want her,” Heeseung said in a low voice.

Taehyun scoffed. “And who are you to make decisions for her?” His arms came to cross in front of his chest.

“She's Jake’s little sister,” Heeseung turned his head to face the other. “He'll kill you.”

Taehyun cursed under his breath before running off, hoping your brother hadn't seen your show earlier. Your eyes followed him, wondering if he could’ve given you what you’d been hoping for.

You glared at Heeseung. “What the fuck is your problem, Hee? You can't just tell me what to do!” You pushed him back by his chest, your smaller hands barely moving him.

Heeseung’s eyes locked onto yours, his stare harder than anything you’d seen before. He stared at you like you were wrong for kissing Taehyun, wrong for kissing anyone else. His hair, which he used your sunglasses to push back after jumping into the pool, still dropped some water onto his neck and shoulders. You watched as a droplet fell down his collarbones, trailing down his chest and stomach, collecting in the waistband of his swim trunks.

You wanted to lick every bead of water off of his body.

His tongue peeked out of mouth to wet his lips, his teeth catching the bottom of the two as his eyes fell to where Taehyun had touched.

His hands balled into fists as he fought his desires. He closed his eyes, groaning in anger. “Go to your room. Jake will never talk to either of us again if we do this.”

He turned to walk away, taking two steps before you spoke up. “Do fucking what, Hee? Instead of me falling for that fucking show you put on earlier with the cake, I decided to go and find someone who was actually into me. Nowhere does that involve you!”

Heeseung turned around. “You think I’m not into you? You don’t think I’ve been fighting myself to not kiss you all this time?” He raised his voice, the tension finally getting to him.

Suddenly, it was too hot outside. In the cool night air, your body temperatures began to rise to unseen numbers.

“I don’t know, Heeseung. You sure didn’t have to do much fighting if you’ve lasted four years.”

He slammed his hand against your head onto the wall, much harder than Taehyun had. Your faces were inches away from one another, you could smell the beer on his breath. “I see your pretty fucking lips in my dreams, Y/N. I’ve had to imagine your pretty little face and how it would look if you were choking on me for ages, and tonight, I have to watch you parade around with your ass out and your tits barely covered? Do you know how badly I wanted to rip these clothes off you when you walked down those stairs?”

You held your breath, his eyes glancing to your lips. “What makes you think I won't just walk away and go find someone else?” You asked. The two of you both knew you were bluffing, an empty threat that only served to make Heeseung angrier.

“If anyone’s fucking you tonight, it’s gonna be me.”

Heeseung looked into your eyes, how they were wide with anticipation for him. He looked down to your lips, admiring how they were already pouty and puffy for him, begging for him to kiss you right. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he mumbled, pressing his lips to your own.

You threw your arms over his shoulders, his hand holding the back of your head as he pushed your mouths impossibly close. His other hand slid down the curve of your hips, holding onto your leg and pulling it up to wrap around his hips. You moaned as you felt his hard-on press into you, Heeseung taking the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth. The two of you fought for dominance over the kiss, Heeseung winning and taking your lip between his teeth. He backed away, loving how you looked under him. “Go inside. I’ll excuse myself from the party and meet you in your room.”

You nodded, walking towards your front door to sneak back in. Heeseung jogged back around the house to find your brother. Jake was laughing with his friends, a girl sat on his leg as he played with her hair. “Yo, Heeseung!” He called out, obviously plastered.

Heeseung walked to him, yawning. “Dude, I hate to say this, but I’m feeling super tired. Must’ve been all the swimming and all the beer, man.” Jake looked around the party, seeing how everyone else was still partying.

Jake put his cup onto the table behind him. “Do you want me to call off the party? It is your party, after all.”

Heeseung shook his head. “Nah, keep it going. I’m just gonna head inside and go to bed, but don’t stop the party. Keep it going as long as possible, actually.” Jake cocked a brow at him in confusion. “In my honor, y’know,” he added. Jake gave him a thumbs up, standing and shouting something incoherent, to which everyone else cheered.

Heeseung ran inside, practically flying up the stairs and to your room. He swung your door open, slamming it shut and smashing his lips onto your own again. He reached his hand behind your back to push the straps of your swimsuit off your shoulders, halting all movement when you pushed him off of you.

“Is something wrong?” He asked with worry.

You shook your head, grabbing the black box from your desk and handing it to him. “I wanted to give you this first. I think you’ll like it.”

He nodded, opening the box. “Is that for this?” He asked, holding his chain out. You nodded, helping him put the pendant on.

You sighed as you looked at it. “It’s supposed to be because-”

“Because I called you my ray of sunshine, I remember. I go to sleep thinking about that kiss,” he mumbled at the end.

You pointed to your ankle. “I have the matching anklet. Figured it would look good over your shoulder.”

Heeseung looked up at you, the toothy grin on his lips contrasting the filthy words coming from them. “I know exactly what position I want you in first.”

He kissed you again, unclasping your top and pulling it off of you as he made his way down your jawline and neck. His fingertips fluttered down your arms gently, goosebumps appearing behind them. He bit along the bottom of your neck, leaving small bruises in his wake. You swallowed a moan, earning a harsh bite from him. “Let me hear your pretty voice, babe,” he whispered into your ear.

His hand slid to your boob, experimentally pinching your nipple with his thumb and index finger. You let out a quiet moan, melting into his touch.

He brought his other hand to your waist, his thumb rubbing circles onto the side of your stomach. He kissed his way down your chest, leaving hickeys all the way down to your free boob. You moaned as he licked your other nipple, the cold air hitting his saliva and making it perk.

You let out a loud moan, hands flying to the top of his head as he sucked harshly and rolled your other nipple between his fingers. He pushed you against your bed, your legs falling over the side as your back lay on the edge. He continued to roll your nipple between his fingers as he kissed down the valley of your tits, down your stomach, and to the hem of your swimsuit bottoms. "Already so wet for me, why didn't you say you needed me, baby?" He smirked against your stomach, his fingers already curling underneath the material.

“You talked so much shit earlier, and now look at you. You can't even tell me how bad you want me to eat your fucking pussy,” he mused. “Tell me, am I the first?”

You felt his hot breath fan over your clothed core, your wetness showing through the white material. “Y- You’re the first,” you breathily said. Heeseung let out a low groan, a dark smile appearing.

He ripped the clothing down your legs, throwing them to the corner of your room. He looked down at your core, your lips glistening with your wetness. “Fuck, I’ve barely even touched you,” he let the sight and smell invade his senses. “So pretty, baby, so pretty for me. Almost like you were made to be my pretty whore.”

Your hole clenched around his words, the praise going straight to your stomach. He put his finger on your clit, rubbing slow circles over it before dragging it down to your hole and back up. He pulled his finger to his mouth, his eyes never leaving yours. Sucking your juices into his mouth, he closed his eyes and moaned. “Taste so good, might have to just eat you out until you’re begging for my cock.”

“Hee, please,” you whined.

“Please what, babe?” He cooed, the tip of his finger pushing into where you needed him most. “You think Taehyun could’ve made you needy like this? Think he could’ve had you whining for him like this?”

“N- No, Hee, only you,” you moaned as he pushed his finger all the way in, curling it to make your back arch.

He laughed cruelly at how sensitive you were, fanning his breath over your heat. He wanted to watch the way you squirmed over a singular finger, wanted to see the way you saw stars from him doing so little to you. He wanted to stay strong, palming himself over his shorts to the sound of you.

You moaned loudly, your legs twitching. Heeseung growled, his resolve shattering into pieces as he dragged the tip of his tongue up from your hole to your clit slowly, eyes rolling back in his head at the taste.

"Fuck, Y/N, you taste so amazing. Could eat you all day."

He latched his lips onto your folds, licking and sucking your slick until his nose and chin were shiny with it. He pumped his finger fast, a relentless pace building up. You felt a knot in your stomach building, his lips coming to latch around your clit and suck. “‘m close,” you mumbled, your head thrown back.

He sloppily licked over your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the euphoria he’d been building you up to. He added a second finger, stretching you out and pushing you over the edge. You saw white and your ears rang as he swallowed as much of your juices as he could, the rest coating his chin and nose still. Once he was sure you’d come down from your high, he brought his lips to your own and kissed you, forcing you to taste yourself. It wasn’t as sweet as he made it out to be, but if he enjoyed it, you guess.

“So good for me, you’re so, so good for me baby. My pretty baby, already all fucked out for me,” he commented, holding your jerking hips down. “Get on your knees.”

You obeyed, sliding to the floor on your weak legs, your eyes staring into his. He pulled his shorts off of his body, his hard dick slapping his stomach, leaving a string of precum attaching his tip to his lower abdomen. He looked at you expectantly. “Can’t expect me to teach you everything, not when you were gonna give another guy the same like I haven’t been waiting.”

You wrapped your hand around his member, the tip continuing to leak into your hand. Heeseung wasn’t monstrously thick, but he was long. His girth was what you’d consider average, if not a little above, but his length was longer than you’d imagined he could be. You used your thumb to spread his precum down the underside of his cock, bringing your head to lick up the trail you created from base to tip. He threw his head back, a pretty moan slipping past his lips as you put your lips around the tip and sucked.

The tension in his shoulders released, his jaw going slack as you tried to fit him inside your mouth. He found it so cute how you tried your best, but so sexy that your proportions were so much smaller, that he had to fit himself in you.

You used your hands to stroke where you couldn’t reach, your head not going very far beyond his head. He moaned loudly as you used your tongue against his slit, his hand collecting your hair into a ponytail. He thrusted into your mouth, his dick going down your throat and making you gag. “Shit, baby, are you okay?” He asked quickly.

You nodded, pulling yourself off of him. “I’ve never done this before, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” he stroked the side of your face. “That makes this more fun. I can help, if you want.”

“Please.”

His cock twitched in your hands as he looked down at you, your eyes teary and your chin dripping with slobber. You were fully naked on the floor in front of him, your hair messy and your chest marked. And you looked so beautiful for him.

He moaned at the begging tone of your voice, the hand in your hair holding your head in place as he thrusted forward. He was holding back from going fast, you could tell. You gripped his thighs, your nails digging into them as you moaned around his dick. He sucked in a breath, pulling out of your mouth. “Shit,” he hissed, “I almost came doing that.”

He pulled you up by your hair, the pain making you drip down the inside of your thighs. You moaned loudly as he jerked your head around, littering your chest with more hickeys. “Trying so hard to be gentle with you, I promise. You’re just so perfect, want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“Hee, be rough. Wanna feel you,” you moaned into his kiss.

His eyes squeezed shut, a low groan emerging from the back of his throat. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” He threw you onto your bed, climbing on between your legs and pinning your hands above your head with one hand. He kissed you roughly, his teeth grazing whatever skin they could.

His finger tapped the side of your lips. “Open,” he commanded. You opened your mouth, watching the glob of saliva fall from his lips. “Swallow.” You let the warm liquid travel down your throat as he said it. “Good girl,” he cooed in your ear sweetly, his stomach filling with warmth as he watched you. “Want everyone out there to hear how good you are for me. So bratty and talkative outside, and now you want my cock so bad you’ll do anything, isn’t that right?”

You nodded. “Want you s’ bad, Hee,” you whined as he rubbed his thumb against your clit. “Wanna feel you in me.”

You reached under your pillow, pulling a condom out and handing it to him. He ripped the package open with his teeth, sliding the rubber on easily. “Had it ready for me, you knew I’d be in you tonight, didn’t you? My pretty little slut,” he teased as he pressed the tip of his dick against your hole.

He grabbed your legs, bringing them over his shoulders. True to your word, your anklet dangled next to his face as his matching necklace hung over your face. He pushed your legs closer to you, pressing you in on yourself as he slowly started to push in. “Stop teasing,” you stammered. “P- Push it in all the way.”

He threw his head forward, watching his cock disappear into you and bulge in your stomach. “S’ tight, s’ happy I got to fuck this pretty pussy. Can’t believe you almost let someone else see this when you know it’s all mine,” he spoke filthily over you.

He slowly began to thrust in and out, building up to a fast pace that had your bed creaking. His jaw hung open, shameless moans spilling from his mouth. His breath would catch in his throat, short gasps telling you he found this as pleasurable as you did. His hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing until you felt lightheaded. He brought you up by your neck to kiss you.

This kiss was much softer and slower than the others. He took his time savoring your lips and their pillowy feel, he committed the feeling of your tongue wrapping around his to memory. He let your head fall back down as he brought his head into your neck. You felt the familiar tightening in your stomach that you had before, his dick filling you up entirely. He moaned into your ear, words of praise falling from his delicate lips with each thrust. “‘S good, ‘s perfect, all mine,” he said. "Ngh, fuck, feels 's tight around me."

Your nails scratched down his back as he ruthlessly pounded into you, a loud moan escaping him as he felt the pain. You moaned his name louder the harder he pounded into you, only fueling his drive. He picked his head up, his eyes bearing into your own. “Tell me whose cock is making you feel this good, hm? Who’s making this tight little pussy cum so hard, hm? Is it anyone out there, or is it me?”

“You, ‘s all you, Heeseung. Don’t want anyone but you, Hee,” you moaned. You felt your orgasm coming quick the more he teased you. “I’m gonna cum, baby.”

Heeseung sucked hard against your neck. “Fuckin’ love when you call me that,” he groaned in your ear. “You’re my baby, all mine, I’m all yours,” he cooed. “Only this pretty pussy makes me feel this good, nobody else.”

You pulled Heeseung back down to you, “Shut up and kiss me, ‘m so close.”

“Fuck, me too,” he said, molding his lips to your own. His mouth caught your whines and moans as you came undone onto him, your cum coating his abdomen and thighs. Your hole spasmed around his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm, making him release into the condom.

He panted into your ear, his forehead against your own. The two of you sat in that position for a few minutes, catching your breaths and kissing one another.

He slowly pulled out of you, tying the condom and tossing it into the trash can. He came back to lay on top of you, holding your waist as he did so. He pulled your blanket over you both, bringing you up to your pillows. “Jake’s gonna wonder where you are, Hee,” you ran your fingers through his hair.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he laughed, his hand intertwining with your free one. “Just had sex with the girl I’ve been in love with for four years, he can suck it up.”

You looked down at him. “You’re in love with me?”

He looked back up at you and nodded. “You couldn’t tell?”

“Heeseung, I was going to give up on you after tonight if nothing happened.”

“I was supposed to move on from you too, but I realized I didn’t give a fuck about Jake’s overprotectiveness.”

You laughed. “I don’t think he’ll be too mad. He does trust you with his life, after all,” you smiled while rubbing your thumb over his hand. He brought his head to lay on the pillow next to you, bringing your body closer to his. “So, what does this mean for us?”

Heeseung ran his hand down your side soothingly. “Well, Sunshine, even though I did it insanely out of order,” he laughed, “I’d like to take you out on actual dates and get your parents’ approval and all. Y’know, court you and shit. Treat you like someone I want to spend my life with.”

You smiled. “I’d like that, Hee.”

The two of you fell asleep like that. Needless to say, Jake was not pleased when he went to look for Heeseung in the morning. Your parents immediately gave him the seal of approval to date you, but Jake took much longer to come around. It wasn’t until Heeseung told him he wouldn’t ask you to be his girlfriend until he got Jake’s approval that Jake realized how stupid his friend was.

“You mean to tell me, you’ve been in love with my little sister since that vacation, but you’re waiting on something as stupid as my approval to ask her out?” Jake had asked one morning while the three of you ate breakfast together.

Heeseung nodded, pouring another bowl of cereal for himself. “Yep, pretty much,” he smiled.

“Dude, it’s been, like, a fucking month!” Jake exclaimed. “Why would you do that?”

“He wanted to wait for his best friend to be happy for him and the little sister,” you grumbled, morning crankiness being your worst enemy. Jake looked between the both of you, his eyes wide.

Heeseung’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes like it usually did, his spoon aimlessly stirring his meal. “I want my best friend to not hate me for life if I date his little sister,” Heeseung corrected you.

Jake slammed his fist onto the counter, making you both jump. “Dude, I might beat your ass. Really,” he glared at Heeseung. “I can get over you two dating, but I won’t be able to get over you hurting her.”

“I would never-”

“That includes being an idiot and making her wait,” Jake interrupted Heeseung. “Ask the girl out-”

“Hello, ‘girl’ is right here,” you waved.

Jake held a hand in front of your face. “Ask the girl out, and make her happy.”

Heeseung pushed Jake’s hand out of your face, leaning over the counter. “Hey, girl,” he smiled. Jake rolled his eyes and walked out of the room, leaving his cereal on the counter. Heeseung grabbed your hand with his. “How happy would it make you if I took you out tonight?”

“Well, in my mind we’ve been dating for four years, so I’d be pretty happy,” you smiled as you put a spoonful of cereal in your mouth.

“Well, girl, I’m excited to celebrate our imaginary four year anniversary when you become my girlfriend tonight."

NOTES: ohhh my gosshhhh this took so long to write 😭 never really written this much before, I'm scared it's repetitive or boring. I just listened to Beauty and a Beat and my mind was like "omg heeseung at a pool party yass"

Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated, and my asks/requests are always open!

#heesung enhypen #heesung smut #brothers best friend #pool party #enhypen jake #enhypen hyung line #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen jay #bff Sunoo #enhypen sunoo #enhypen ff

6K notes · View notes

icantpickabiasugh · 9 months

Text

Truly said well 😌 🙏🙏 lord have mercy

man what the fuck I want to rip those cardigan off of him, mark his chest, leave a lot of hickeys, suck and lick his titts until he is a moaning mess, rub his clothed cock until he wants more, kiss his lips, tongue wandering the insides of his mouth as i pull his hair, sit on his lap and gradually grind to tease him, i want to make a mess with him.

WHAT THE FUCK????? NOT ME GETTING HORNY BECAUSE OF THIS PHOTO OH MY GOD?? THIS MAN DEF HAS ABS FUCK

576 notes · View notes

icantpickabiasugh · 9 months

Text

“Good morning kids!” Mrs. park greeted as you both walked into the kitchen “you didn’t eat the cupcakes?” A red flushes both you and sunghoons faces giggling mrs park leaves the room with a pre-made breakfast ready for you.

#lovedthefic! One of my favourite Thorpes 😍 can’t wait to read the other members I have read jays one ‘never have I ever’ loved it I’ll probably read jakes next! Sorry if you don’t appreciate the side note I added I mean no offence by it I just kept thinking that’s a way it would end in my head Mrs park would have been keeping an eye out all night already planning where the nursery is going and when the wedding is

LOVERS IN THE NIGHT

PAIRING : sunghoon x fem!reader

GENRE : smut, bed sharing, cunnilingus, fingering, protected sex, making out, biting/marking, fingering in a bathtub, aftercare, cursing, angst, attempt at humour, fluff, fake dating, usage of nicknames (princess), a lot of plot, tons of cliché scenes, mentions of heeseung, misunderstandings, mrs. park with the worst timing, shirtless sunghoon.

WC : 6.4k words

SYNOPSIS : you despised dinner parties with the park family, solely because you had to face sunghoon there, your resident fuckboy and childhood 'friend'. things took a turn when his mom caught you both in a compromising position, mistaking it as a relationship, when in reality, all you were trying to do was to snatch your phone back from sunghoon. highly pleased, his father allows him to go to the trip he's been waiting for since long. desperate, he begs you to keep up with the facade in return to set you up with heeseung, your crush. before it all, they invite you for a dinner and night-stay, forgetting to inform you that you'll be staying in sunghoon's room, sharing the bed with him.

WARNING : 18+ content, minors dni.

A/N : hihi! i'm finally back with the second installment of the trope series and it broke the record of my longest fic! i'm sorry it took me a while to write down. i hope y'all enjoy it :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and reviews are highly appreciated! iloveyou all <3

a soft thud. that's what brought you back to reality, the whole situation being evidently messed up. your eyes widened as you realised where you were—on sunghoon's bed, under sunghoon himself. to top it all, his mother, mrs. park, had just made her entrance into his room, the door being unlocked.

her shock was very apparent on her face, and well, on the floor where a small box of cupcake laid fallen. not wasting anymore time, you practically pushed sunghoon off you, sitting up and frantically thinking of what to say to his mother as sunghoon almost fell down his bed.

“oh, i'm so sorry, i didn't know you both were dating!” mrs. park squealed, happy to have gotten to know this 'secret' of you both, not looking sorry at all.

sunghoon's eyes widened in a comical manner, mouth opening to shut down the false allegations, only to be stopped again.

“sunghoon, i'm so happy for you!” she spoke, emotions clear on her face, “your dad and i are always so worried about you but now you have y/n to take care of you! there's no one else i'd rather trust you being with.” she said, eyes shining.

you both were frozen, not wanting to break her sentiments but not wanting to be misunderstood as well. mrs. park was worried about sunghoon, it was valid. sunghoon was soft and happy as child who'd do nothing wrong and would always help others. what changed? he grew up, you both did. only, he turned into what everyone calls a 'fuckboy'.

habits changed, preferences changed and you both were left being nothing but acquaintances, no stain of friendship left except for the childhood photographs the old albums held.

with a quick hug to sunghoon and a soft caress to your cheek, almost as if she was your own mother, she left the room, all jolly to spread the news to everyone else.

you both blinked once, then twice, turning to look at each other before jumping out of the bed, running downstairs with a newfound stamina.

but it seems like mrs. park was faster than you both. your parents, alongside his, stood there with big smiles plastered on their faces.

“mom–” you started but was interrupted.

“i can't believe this, y/n! we've always wanted you to be with sunghoon, he's such a darling boy!” she cooed, not once understanding the distress in your eyes.

“from now on, you can stay out however long you want to, i trust sunghoon to take good care of you, yeah?” your dad spoke out, looking at sunghoon who nodded helplessly.

it would be practically impossible for your eyes to widen even further, but it was proved wrong. you had never been allowed freedom, except for a few days such as your birthday so, when they gave you what your heart always desired, you couldn't help but be silent, letting it all sink in.

meanwhile, sunghoon was suffering the same as you, “be good to y/n, alright? she's the best girl you could get.” his father spoke, words heavy but joyful look on his face, “you've made me very happy with this decision, hoon-ah.” he patted sunghoon's shoulder.

“you can go on that trip you've been planning with your friends, i'm proud of you.” he said, that latter part being referred to you.

he turned to look at you, seeing you already looking at him, both of you gulped, not sure of what to do next.

sitting next to each other on sunghoon's bed, you both stared into nothingness. being the children of well reputed families meant lack of freedom, which was being freely thrown at you now. the reason? dating.

“they're gonna get us married.” sunghoon spoke out slowly.

“we're not old enough to get married!” you said, being in college. but you knew they could do so for their reaction said it all.

“we have to tell them the truth.” you cried out.

“and miss my trip? no.” he spoke.

you saw desperation in his eyes, he knew how much you wanted your freedom too. “it's your fault we got into this mess!” you cried out loud.

how exactly did you end up under sunghoon? the guy who got on your nerves each time you met or interacted.

it was a normal dinner, the one your families have together each month. gathering around for eating and sending you to hoon's room for the rest of the time, thinking you both are on good terms still.

you were minding your business, texting your friend about your crush, lee heeseung, a close friend of sunghoon. bad news—they call him but it didn't stop you from falling for his big doe eyes.

sunghoon accidentally, or more like, intentionally, read the chats, a smirk plastered on his face.

“heeseung? really? i didn't know good girls like you would be into bad guys.” he marvelled out loud, snatching your phone away, reading more of the conversation.

you stood up, “sunghoon, give it back!” you screamed, face hot with embarassment.

“no–” he laughed before you pushed him. he held on to your arm for support, it didn't end well as you landed straight on him, on the mattress.

his eyes stared into yours, heartbeat fast for some reason he didn't want to know. he looked beautiful, his moles catching your attention.

sunghoon snapped out of his daze tho, switching the positions so he was on top of you, his face so close to yours that your nose tip touched his.

the phone still in his hand, clutched tightly so it doesn't fall down. he wasn't sure what he was doing, but he had no intentions to stop either. until his mother came in and dropped the cupcake box.

which got you into this mess.

“do you not want your freedom?” he asked, serious.

“i do, but at what cost? i don't like you, sunghoon.” your head in hands.

“well—ouch, i'm a good looking guy okay–” he spoke.

“stop being so full of yourself, park.” you were distressed.

“okay, listen, i really want to go on that trip, all three of my friends are going and we've been planning this for so long. i can't miss it. i promise to even help you get to talk to heeseung later.” he spoke, eyes pleading. “my parents have been refusing to send me because of decline in my grades, it's my only hope.”

you looked up at him, you didn't trust him, “then what do you suggest we do, sunghoon?” you sighed.

“i suggest we fake date.”

it had been two days since sunghoon suggested the idea of fake dating. honestly, it wasn't settling too well with you. going to college with him—in his car, wasn't something you expected him to do.

“it's just for show, y/n.” he had calmly theorised.

but it didn't stop the rumours. girls giving you nasty looks for they never gained sunghoon's attention while you did so without much ado. everyone was shocked to see a girl in sunghoon's car, he never let any of his fucktoys in there. so how were you allowed in?

“we have to hold hands, y/n.” he had said, not forgetting to call out your name each chance he got to.

breach of contract, that's exactly what was happening right there. after deciding to fake date, you both had sat down to write some ground rules, the rules being :

1. no having sex/kissing anyone else while being in this relationship.

2. no kissing each other. (kiss whenever needed -hoon)

3. no having sex with each other.

4. make it believable. (by kissing -hoon)

5. have fun i guess? (by hoon)

6. do not catch feelings. important.

yeah, just some basic rules, signed by you both. although sunghoon wasn't happy with some of those, “make it believable? without kissing? i think we're doing it wrong.” he had said.

“i'm sorry i don't kiss fuckboys.” you had said, done with sunghoon's attitude.

“and you can kiss yoshi?” he asked, referring to the cute guy you've had a fling with in the past.

“he's sweet, unlike you.” you said, “and how do you even know about him?” you asked.

“i just know!” he panicked. “i'll kiss you when needed.” he had finalized, switching the topic right after, not giving you a chance to argue back.

which brings you back to your current situation. tall, pretty and annoying girls stood in front of you, threatening you to stay away from sunghoon for the third time this day and you were fed up.

gladly, your knight in shining armour was just around the corner. “hello ladies.” he said, showing his fanged smile which made the three swoon. you rolled your eyes, wanting to walk away from the scene already.

“you guys aren't really dating, right?” one of the girl spoke, laughing slightly at the mere thought of sunghoon being with someone of your sort. you gulped down the feeling, insecurity flickering on your face.

sunghoon turned towards you, smiling softly before he hooked his fingers through the loop of your jeans, pulling you closer, his eyes boring into yours, urging your mind to think that it's right before capturing your lips into a kiss, slow and soft, he knew how to make girls swoon.

that small show was enough to send the girls away, angry and pissed at their dream guy being in an actual relationship.

you softly broke the kiss, looking at him with a confused gaze. “you're welcome, princess.” he whispered, pecking you once more before dragging you to the lecture hall.

your heartbeat was faster than usual, you weren't sure if you liked it but the smile on hoon's face made it worth it.

that's when your brain reminded you—you're not dating him, it's all an act.

rule two had been broken twice within two days.

“so you're dating sunghoon.” heeseung spoke out during lunch on thursday.

hoon had invited you to sit with his friends, to make the whole dating act more believable, 'forgetting' about your crush on heeseung.

“uh–” you panicked, not wanting to lose your chance with him but again, sunghoon beat you to it. he didn't want heeseung to know about the whole fake dating setup you both had, he wanted to keep you to himself for reasons he wasn't sure about.

“yes, we are dating.” he confidently let out, kissing your temple which made heeseung cringe.

you looked at sunghoon, angry and confused yet you didn't do anything till you met him in the car after the college was over. you wanted to talk about it clearly, in privacy.

“why did you do that?” you asked calmly when he started driving.

“do what?” he knew, well knowing what it was, he just wanted to avoid it.

you scoffed, “you know very well what i'm talking about, sunghoon.” you were pissed and he gulped down, knowing it won't end well.

no matter his reputation at university, he has always been civil with you, minus the flirting and teasing. he knew you both weren't on the best of terms but, in the past one week, it had improved by miles. he didn't want to destroy it by fighting. he liked the feeling of having you around him.

“can we just talk about this later?” he asked in a small voice.

“no.” you said, “you need to start listening to me, sunghoon, stop doing whatever comes to your mind! what about me? you're getting your trip but i'm just stuck with you here!” you almost screamed, not even focus on what words you spewed out anymore.

sunghoon wasn't sure whether to focus on driving or on you. he was nervous already, he had messed up.

“stop the car.” you said.

“y/n, please just–” he pleaded.

“right now.” you ordered.

and so he did, asking you to stay with sad eyes but you got off, opting to walk instead.

you didn't go home, you just couldn't. it was the perfect opportunity to use the newfound freedom you had. knowing you wouldn't get it for much longer after the fight today.

so you walked all the way to that one park your mother used to take you to when you were a kid. it was far, but the walk was worth it.

abandoned. that's what the park looked like, more green than before and no trace of other humans, in a calm manner.

you quietly sat down on one of the benches, staring at the evening sky, all colours merging together painting the sky as if it were a canvas.

the small playground brought back memories, it was the park where you and sunghoon had your first playdate as kids, a memory so old yet engraved beautifully in your brain. little hoon coming over and telling you that he'll marry you in the future just because you liked chocolate ice cream as well to which you had agreed back then, sealing the deal with a pinky promise and large dimpled grins.

simple and sweet, you smiled. it vanished soon when you realised how different the situation was now.

closing your eyes, you trying relaxing yourself but ended up falling asleep with exhaustion. by the time you woke up, the sky was dark and you weren't alone.

your head rested on sunghoon's shoulder, his hand holding your smaller one in his as he stared at the sky.

you finally stirred awake, “oh, did i wake you up?” sunghoon asked, worried.

“what are you doing here?” you asked softly.

“i always come here whenever i need to clear my mind.” he let out smiling softly. “it's the first time i'm seeing you here though.” he told.

you felt guilty, it wasn't his fault, he was just keeping up the facade. was heeseung worth the fight? did you even like him that much?

“i—” you started and he looked at you, eyes big and hopeful. “i'm sorry for lashing out on you earlier, i honestly am not sure why i reacted that way which isn't a good excuse. i'm so sorry, hoon.”

hoon, you had called him hoon, something that all his close ones call him but it felt different coming from you, he liked it.

he hugged you instead of verbally responding you. his hand on the back of your head, pushing your body close to his. it felt nice, comfortable and warm. you could hear his heartbeat with the proximity.

“i'm sorry too.” he whispered. “are we okay now?” he asked, breaking the hug after a whole minute and looking at you.

“we're okay now.” you softly whispered which made him smile along with you.

you both looked down at your fingers which were still intertwined and then back at each other. his gaze dropped to your lips before you both leaned in.

you were just about to kiss before your phone rang. you moved back, realising what you were going to do.

sunghoon looked away, disappointed that he didn't get to kiss you again, he loved how soft your lips felt against his own. he sighed, shaking his head and reminding himself that it's not real.

you hastily picked up the call, “yes, mom?” you spoke breathless.

“it's so late, you're with sunghoon right?” she had called to confirm.

“yes, sunghoon's here with me.” you said, smiling unconsciously.

and that's all she needed to know.

safe to say, you both had made up and agreed back on being friends. well, friends who are fake dating.

you also decided you liked staying out long, staring at the sky. it felt like freedom, you wanted it.

meanwhile, sunghoon was at war with himself. he hadn't even looked at any other girl since he made that contract with you. but was it just for the sake of his trip or was it more than that?

he changed, it shockingly came easily to him, he felt that spending time with you was a myriad times better than with his fuck buddies, whom he hadn't contacted in two weeks now, he didn't felt the need to do so.

taking you out each night, to that very park, talking for hours about everything, that's what sunghoon had been doing. stargazing with you. only, he looked at your face more than the stars.

something told him not to question it, the bubbling feeling he had everytime you tightly held onto his waist while sitting on his motorbike, when you would hold his hand while walking towards the lecture hall and when you smiled at him. he shouldn't question it.

but he did. he knows what it is. it's unfair to you, being with a guy like sunghoon, a guy who sleeps around, a guy who made you do this solely for his selfish plans of going out, a guy who kissed you which was against the rules but it felt right. a guy like him.

did he have the right to feel sad about this?

meanwhile, your emotions overpowered your brain. again, like sunghoon, you knew what was happening. it hadn't been long but you had started growing attached to the small night 'dates' you both have been going to, how sunghoon always paid his full attention to you. he felt different. it felt as if the baby sunghoon was back, the one you met as kids.

you didn't mind it, he did stick to his word, didn't fuck around at all. it almost felt like a real relationship, keyword being 'almost'.

you were all bubbly, going to the parking lot and waiting for sunghoon until you saw him. the same girl who asked him if you guys were dating stood there with him, close. sunghoon was smirking and held her face closer.

he was going to kiss her. your heart ached, you couldn't stand seeing it all unfold so you left. crying your way towards home. again you felt as if you had no right to act this way, he wasn't yours to begin with but the pain in your chest didn't agree. you had grown attached which was against the rules.

your phone kept ringing, it was sunghoon but you didn't bother picking it up. going home, you cried yourself to sleep. two weeks and he already had you in a chokehold.

you needed to end it all.

you stayed home all the day and sunghoon was worried sick. he wasn't sure why you were behaving this way, you never ignored him. he sighed, regretting what he did.

“hoon-ah, get ready, y/n will be over soon.” his mother informed him.

his eyes widened, “she's coming over?” he asked, trying to conceal his excitement.

mrs. park nodded, happy seeing sunghoon being so joyous at the mention of you coming over. he got up, rushing to take a shower, he wanted to look his best.

whereas, you at home were distressed. “why do i have to go alone?” you asked your mom.

“you know we have dinner with an important client tonight, you must go alone, it's your boyfriend's home afterall.” she said, leaving no room for argument.

you knew you had to go now. better to talk to him about this sooner than later. it did sting, throwing your little crush away to save yourself from hurting. you got ready nevertheless, getting in your car and driving to his house, mentally preparing a conversation for yourself.

patting your dress once, you rang the doorbell, the door opening not even a second later. sunghoon, he looked beautiful with that smile gracing his face.

“hey, y/n.” he spoke, trying not to sound breathless.

“hey.” you spoke, trying to fake a smile but failed.

sunghoon barely noticed but didn't ask you about it, ushering you in as his parents greeted you with big smiles and hugs making sunghoon's heart swell. he liked this.

you felt like home, you always did and he definitely wanted that in his life. so seeing you right in front of him yet being so distant hurt him.

“you both are quiet today.” mrs. park pointed out mid-way dinner, making you look up at sunghoon.

“um, i'm just tired from doing all the assignments, that's all.” you awkwardly laughed. sunghoon stared at you the entire time and it didn't go unnoticed by his mother who softly smiled at his son's affectionate stare.

a sudden notification from her phone reminded her of something, “y/n, darling, you're going to sleep in hoonie's room right?” she asked sweetly, making you choke on your food.

sunghoon's eyes widened as he quickly passed you the glass of water. after a second of calming down, you quickly asked her, “excuse me, what?”

“your parents won't be back home tonight, they've asked to stay here instead of going back home.” she said.

just like first day, you and sunghoon both looked at each other. one highly pleased, the other equally scared. but both faces showed the pure look of shock.

which finally brings you to his room. you both sat next to each other, not saying a word. the silence felt too loud to sunghoon so he tried to talk instead.

“you can wear my clothes.” he nonchalantly let out.

you didn't reply even though your stomach felt the entire zoo in it. he said it so normally, as if it was natural. he sighed as you stayed silent.

“i'm going to take a shower, just take whatever you wanna wear from the closet.” he said, tired and gloomy due to your unresponsive behaviour.

you didn't change and lied down on the bed instead, closing your eyes just to ease your mind. sunghoon looked good, wearing that black shirt, all prim and proper. keeping your feelings at bay wasn't easy for you anymore.

the sound of water brought you back to reality. you were in sunghoon's room, on his bed, waiting for him to come out of the shower. would he be naked? your brain was going places and it was hard for you to stay calm. so you closed your eyes, trying to sleep but it didn't work.

the door creaked open, revealing a very shirtless sunghoon, towel loosely hung around his waist doing nothing to hide his v-line. he caught you staring at him, for the first time in the whole night, he had your attention.

so he decided to embrace the opportunity. “you're staring.” he smirked and you instantly looked away.

“i am not!” you argued back.

“if you want me just say so, love.” he came closer and you moved back.

love, the mere nickname gave you goosebumps. grabbing the nearest pillow, you smacked it on his face, running away to take shower yourself.

a big black t-shirt, that's what you randomly picked up from his closet. the shower made you smell just like him—which didn't help your case anymore. you still wore your bra and underwear, not trusting yourself to go out without them. his t-shirt was big on you, reaching down your mid thigh.

with your hair only half wet now, you got out of the bathroom only to see sunghoon laying down on his bed, still shirtless but with sweatpants on this time.

he looked up from his phone to look at you. it was very evident how much he wanted to kiss you right then and there, his eyes said it all, he wanted you.

your bare legs out on display and your body covered with only a t-shirt, his t-shirt. he patted the space next to him, calling you to lay down as gently as he could.

you scoffed, “there's no way i'm sleeping in the same bed as you.”

he laughed, “you don't exactly have an option, y'know?”

“i do, see that couch over there? yeah, go and sleep there.” you ordered as if it was your own room before getting on the bed, trying to push sunghoon away.

instead of falling down, he held on to your hand wresting his way on top of you, “this is my room, my bed. i'm not going anywhere, princess.” he spoke with authority, well knowing the position he was in.

your emotions were swirling all over the place, your anger overpowering it all. why? he wasn't at fault. he could date anyone yet you let your whole sentiment shift towards that of a negative one.

“fine then i'll go.” you huffed out, trying to move but no avail, his hold further tightened on you, pinning you to bed.

“come on, let's not make a big deal out of this.” he tried to reason, being somewhat intimidating alongside.

“let me go, sunghoon.” you asked, not looking at him in the eye.

“sleep here i swear i won't do anything for god's sake!” his voice raised out of frustration as his head came closer to yours, his minty breath fanning your lips. that's where you broke.

“no! fuck you! go and sleep with her instead!” you screamed.

“what are you talking about?” his voice now matched yours.

“i saw you kiss her, sunghoon. you looked happy too.” your eyes watered but you continued to be loud.

“i know you wanna be with someone better so i think it's about time we end this fucking fake relationship—” you were screaming, so close to his lips and sunghoon wasn't having it.

he could see you were in pain yet you didn't give him any chance to explain, jumping straight to conclusion. so he had no other option but to shut you up.

“fuck it.” he whispered mid-way your rant and broke rule two, again.

his soft lips pressed against yours in a hastened manner, as to ensure your indulgence in the kiss as well. at first, it shocked you, it felt wrong. a second later, it didn't. so, slowly you kissed him back, fingers going around to get tangled in his silky blonde hair. both of your hearts hammering in your chest.

after a while of making out and practically forgetting about the heated argument that happened a hot minute back, sunghoon broke the kiss. he didn't move away though, his nose touched yours as he stared into your eyes with an earnest look.

“please hear me out once.” his voice came out shaky, almost as if he was scared you would leave him this second.

you gulped, his kiss still lingering your mind as you nodded, wanting to hear his explanation.

he grimaced before saying “listen, this is going to sound stupid–” you snorted, he ignored it, “i like you.” he breathed out, realising that it indeed sounded stupid.

“so you kiss other girls? that makes a lot of sense.” you said trying to push him off you now but he held on, continuing.

“i was scared! okay? you are just so prim, proper and perfect, and me? i'm the campus fuckboy. i was scared you'd reject me so i tried to–fuck this is stupid, i tried to talk to this one other girl to ignore my feelings. i was about to kiss her but i couldn't. not when i like you, y/n.” he said it all in one breath, looking at you with nervous eyes.

you knew it wasn't a good excuse—or explanation but then again, sunghoon had never been good at explanations. you saw his small frown and decided to not ponder about it anymore. so you brought his lips to yours, capturing them in a kiss.

sunghoon wasn't sure you'd forgive him this early, he even thought you won't forgive him at all but here you both were, in his bedroom, on his bed, kissing each other.

it deepened as sunghoon put his full weight on you, pressing himself on you, his hands going under your t-shirt to grip your waist. his fingers were cold against your skin, sending shiver down your body as he deepened the kiss, letting his tongue finally taste you.

sweet, just like he imagined. you moaned into his mouth, making him groan as well. his fingers inching closer to your boobs and squeezing them through your bra.

he broke the kiss again, his forehead on yours and breathing rigged. “believe me she's got nothing on you, princess.” he said, biting his lip before kissing your neck.

“hoon.” you breathed out, closing your eyes with pleasure. sunghoon softly bit you, kissing and sucking several spots on your neck, marking you up.

“fuck, you're beautiful.” he whispered before tugging at the hem of your t-shirt, asking if he could remove it. you arched up, helping him remove it in a swift motion along with your bra, leaving your upper body bare just like his.

“tell me you want this.” sunghoon asked, stopping to scan your face for any hints of discomfort and nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, almost in a childish manner.

“i want you, hoon.” you nodded with assurity and that flipped a switch in him. he groped and kneaded your ass while sucking on your tits, making sure to pay attention to both.

the sight of your nipples hardening made his cock twitch, him slowly getting hard as well. he sucked and fondled them with an urgency, the atmosphere of the room clouding with lust.

you imagined this happening before, unintentionally of course but the reality was undeniably better, it felt like heaven itself and you were just getting started.

his kisses getting sloppy as he went down to kiss all over your waist, and down till he finally reached the waistband of your underwear, he swiftly removed it in one motion.

he let out a string of curses as he spread your legs. your wet folds now in view. he licked his lips before planting faint kisses all over your inner thigh before reaching and planting an experimental one on your labia. the small action sending a searing wave through your body.

a knock on the door broke his momentum, it was mrs. park. “sorry to disturb you both! i brought cupcakes for you.” her voice sounded faint through the door and your eyes widened, hoping she doesn't ask to come in.

“uhh— thanks, mom! please keep it near the door, i'll get it from there!” he screamed, panicked.

a faint ‘okay, good night, kids’ was heard through the door and you both released breaths you didn't realise you were holding in.

“cupcakes can wait, i have better things to devour right now.” he smirked before diving right in to eat you out. he hummed against your cunt, sending vibrations down your body.

your back arched into him and he admired how well your body reacted to his own. the way he voiced out how he wanted to eat you, taste you, sent your brain into a spiral of dirty thoughts.

“so good.” you voiced out, hands going up to hold the bed for support. sunghoon expertly sucked and applied pressure on your clit. you weren't able to form words, squirming around trying to close your legs with overwhelming feeling but his strong hands prevented you to do so.

the wet noises increased even further when he added his finger in you, stretching you out. his thumb rubbed circles on your clit as he moved at a faster pace. your legs were shaking by now, your release close. “come on, princess.” he encouraged you, making you orgasm all over his fingers.

you bit your finger to prevent any loud lewd sounds from coming out. it was the best orgasm you've ever had. sunghoon collected your juices on his fingers, squeezing your thigh enough for you to open your eyes and look at him.

he got closer, eye contact never breaking, he sucked on his fingers, finally tasting your arousal. something about his gaze made your cheeks burn yet you were in a trance, not being able to look away from his deep honey eyes.

“even sweeter than i imagined.” he said coming up to kiss you, making you taste yourself on his tongue. “you've thought about this before?” you asked, breathless. “you haven't?” he retorted, raising his eyebrow.

you had imagined it, numerous times but that's not something you'd tell him. so instead, you rolled your eyes, making him chuckle and caress your cheek. “you're the only one who's been on my mind ever since we started this whole dating thing, no one else but you.” he confessed, somehow shyly as if he didn't make you cum a few minutes back.

“such a smooth talker.” you nibbled on his earlobe, “care to tell me what you've been imagining all along?” you whisper asked, bold all of a sudden.

his calm facade broke as soon as you gave him permission to do whatever he wanted to with you. he was relieved that you wanted more since he was painfully hard by now.

“you don't have to ask twice.” he pecked the corner of your mouth before removing his boxers, his length springing out, hitting his lower abdomen.

you gaped at his size, gulping down the excitement building up your stomach. sunghoon got up, getting a foil packet from the bedside drawer. “can i put it on you?” your mouth spoke before you could even think.

“fuck—” sunghoon cursed at your innocent looking expression, nodding and giving the condom to you. he was restless and you loved how his dick twitched with just a touch from you. so, you took your time with it, rolling the condom down with an agonisingly slow pace. as soon as you were done, he laid you down on the bed, hovering over you figure once again.

his tip teased your entrance, all wet and red with need. “tell me if it hurts, hmm?” he softly spoke and you realised that he wasn't doing it just for pleasure, he was doing it to prove how much he cared for you and he wanted to make you feel loved.

you captured his lips into a long, meaningful kiss as he pushed himself inside you, staying there for a while to let to adjust. you moaned in his mouth, the stretch being too much for you, he was bigger than you expected. after a few seconds of you squirming around, you pushed your hips against his to indicate that you're okay with him moving now.

that's where sunghoon took control, pushing his hips to fuck you deep, slow at first but the pace increasing as per your comfort. sunghoon stared at your face while doing so, observing each of your expression, kissing you whenever moan to prevent loud sounds from going beyond the room.

sunghoon reached the deepest spots in you, the ones which no one reached before and you were on cloud nine. his thrusts were perfectly angled, sharp and hit your g-spot—turning you into a moaning mess in his arms.

to add on to it, he started rubbing your clit harshly with his thumb, making you squirm even more. he chuckled near your ear, intertwining your fingers with his free hand.

your eyes opened to observe sunghoon, his hair matted against his forehead, his lip bitten with concentration which you captured into another kiss. you couldn't get enough of him. his thrusts got sloppier as the pressure in his stomach increased. you clenched around his cock, your own release close.

“you close, princess?” he asked, breathing hard.

“fuck—yes.” you managed to let out.

“just wait a second for me, yeah? we'll cum together.” he said, slamming his dick into your cunt. your back arched and toes curled. your brain stopped comprehending anything, the only thing on your mind being sunghoon.

“let go, princess.” he finally gave you the permission and you came all over his cock at the same time as him. his cum filling up the condom. he pulled out, throwing the condom away in the trashcan before he came close to you, looking at you once again to find any signs of distress.

finding none, he pressed his forehead against yours. both of you breathing heavily but still feeling euphoric. “you alright?” he asked, pecking your temple. you nodded, smiling lazily at him. “i'll run a bath, yeah?” he said before getting off you and going to the bathroom.

the shower you both took earlier was practically useless now considering you both made a mess, just after showering at that. you felt giddy like a schoolgirl who just got asked out by her crush. the feeling was mutual since sunghoon had the biggest smile on his face when he came out of the bathroom.

he gave you no warning before picking you up bridal style and carrying you all the way in to the bathtub. you yelped and held on to his shoulder, softly hitting him for being so unpredictable but he only laughed and cooed at your blushing face.

gently, he put you down, situating himself behind you and pressing you against his back. it was silent and comfortable, his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin on your shoulder. he wanted to clean you up but his mind said otherwise. his hand going down to rub your clit again, making you arch against his back.

“h—hoonie!” you cried out. he softly bit your ear, one hand holding you tight and the other finger fucking you mercilessly. “such pretty moans.” he commented, pecking a sensitive spot on your neck.

he's got his full attention on you, kissing the spots he marked earlier that'll end up bruising a beautiful shade of purple by the next day.

the water splashed around you as his hand thrusted faster and deeper down your core. he slowly pushed in another digit, making it three in total.

“please—” you whispered, overwhelmed with the sensation and hoon held your legs opened as you finally orgasmed, going limp against his back, closing your eyes with rigged breathing.

“we broke rule four.” you realised, making him laugh.

“i broke rule six as well.” he confessed, a flicker of seriousness in his voice. you gulped down.

“so our fake relationship—” you started.

“doesn't have to be fake anymore.” he completed. wrapping his arms around you again and tilting your head to the side, capturing your lips so softly it almost felt unreal. no more words were exchanged, only soft touches as he cleaned you up and took you back to the bed, applying lotion on all your bruises.

you smiled at him adoringly, stretching your hands and calling him over like a kid. he laughed and got in the bed next to you, pulling your body close to him. “you mean a lot to me, y/n, a lot more than words could describe.” he softly spoke.

“i like you a lot, hoonie.” you smiled, pecking him.

“i like you a lot more, princess.” he said, kissing your temple before covering you both up and cuddling you to sleep. his warmth radiating, making you feel comfortable in his embrace.

a soft ‘good night, love.’ was heard before you drifted off to dreamland.

the cupcake resting outside; long forgotten.

PERMANENT TAGLIST : @lowkeyjakey @softforqiankun @ye0njunzp1xie @eunoia-kth @lix-freckle3 @woniebae @baekhyunstruly @heenotes @sungniverse @heeyunkist @starryjake @wntrsgf @heelariously @liliansun @hoonstrology @abdiitcryy @w3bqrl @9900z @so-jays @cha-raena @faethefairy @seo-thicc-bin @lilacboba @fallinforgyu @irockgyu @jayegalaxy @violevantae @ivyvesisi @neonheeseung @sunshine-skz @nicksszzz @candidupped @02zjs

TROPE TAGLIST : @yuakagi @enhabb @tomorrowbymoa-together @rein-deer-stuffs @bbloombloompow @miyooki @ihatemitsuya @ihatesunghoon @kpopwrld @woonie-muffin @subbyjake @daisyhoon @heetrbl @sunshine-skz @wariaminute @sonjuyeonnie @melzzworld @byunhoebaek @milkycloudtyg @leeis @binnri

bold ones couldn't be tagged.

PERMANENT TAGLIST OPEN! SEND AN ASK TO BE ADDED.

#sunghoon #enhypen sunghoon #sunghoon smut #enhypen ff #fake dating #childhood love

5K notes · View notes

icantpickabiasugh · 9 months

Text

New found kink? 😱

❗️ HEESEUNG AUDIO 18+ (don’t listen if you feel uncomfortable!!) !fingering! And more❗️

guysss this was not the best one but I’ll pick better ones (and find the creator,if I can🙃)

Heeseung audio ABHCBSUSJSNDIDSJWWNSKXKQQQKKSM ITS HEESEUNG 👺❤️

Now enjoy♡︎

©️my1forwonniexluvs

Hiiii my name is Daisy!🤗

Follow like and comment or even ask me questions!😽

I’m writing now and trying my best but it’s going 2 be a lovely story😂

💕

#heesung enhypen #heesung smut #audio fiction

2K notes · View notes

icantpickabiasugh · 9 months

Text

Ugh I just can’t wait for more episodes/ chapters to come out eeek 🥳🥳 I absolutely love this couple so much they’re just too cute. I already know this’ll be one of those kinda of stories that I’ll just keep coming back to I could never get sick off these two

SPICY 'N SWEET MASTERPOST | JJK

PAIRING: Boxer Jungkook x shy ballerina Reader

SYNOPSIS:

Jeon Jungkook is the perfect guy… to piss off your parents. He’s buff, inked up and the definition of their worst nightmare but hey, when love comes knocking on your door there’s not much you can do. It’s not like you planned on falling for him… it just kind of happened, and honestly, you're not even mad about it. Not at all.

WORDS: 35k

——————————–♡———————————

Spicy 'N Sweet ★*☆♪ ɪɴᴛʀᴏ

Spicy ★*☆♪ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1

Sweet ★*☆♪ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

Sugar ★*☆♪ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3

Sour ★*☆♪ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 4

Salty ★*☆♪ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 5

Sugar-coated ★*☆♪ Coming soon ᴘᴀʀᴛ 6

☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡

Sweetener ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ 1

Soft ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ 2

Search; ☆ミS'NS Mail💌☆ミ & ☆ミTaking on S'NS 💌☆ミ for community S'NS Drabble ideas/etc <3

4K notes · View notes

icantpickabiasugh · 10 months

Text

Can’t express how much I loved this series!!! If you’ve made it this far I think we can agree that this ff speaks for itself! Kudo’s to the writer i don’t know if I’ve said this but I really love your work and your writing style 😍😍 if you’ve decided to read this amazing piece of work, buckle up it really is like a roller coaster ride, it’ll have you swooning with all the fluff and feelings but at the same time biting your nails at the angst and mixed messages along the way. Idk why it took me so long to say something about this! I was going through my reposts and saw this😊 I really do have a kind of soft spot for the fake dating to lover troupe.

Sorry that the description was really bad lol I didn’t want to spoil anything and I kinda just ended up rambling:D

Completely different but look how cute he looks *screams into pillow*

Coquet, Part 1 | JJK

Coquet, Part 1

\ kō-ˈket Definition: noun. a man who indulges in flirtation.

✫✫✫Coquet Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: Escort!JJK x Fem-reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Fake-dating!AU; Strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Warnings: cussing; explicit sexual conversations; hints of awkward family dynamic; fake-dating; hired escort; some anxiety; alcohol consumption

Word count: 2.3K+ words

Summary: On your brother's wedding, you dread traveling to see your family–whom you have successfully avoided for over a year after moving across the country for work. In an effort to save face, you hire an escort to get them off your back and perhaps even make your ex–who happens to be the best man–a little jealous.

A/N: I've been waiting for the right time and prompt to do another JJK fic so...I'm super excited for this. This is loosely inspired by The Wedding Date (2004) but with a slight twist. If you know the movie, I hope you'll still read along. I have a habit of getting prompts from random movies or shows that I revisit and then find some details that I'd like to switch up for my own personal wish-fulfillment bank so, I hope it does the same for yours as well! 😊

Thank you to @internetjunkdrawer for beta-ing and screaming with me (as if there was any other way of talking about this AU). Also thinking about you, @deepseavibez, my love. 💕

And with that, please enjoy Part 1!

“Hi, YN–It’s Jeon Jungkook. I apologize for not getting back to you last night but I just wanted to let you know that I got your message. Listen, I can tell that you’re nervous–I completely understand, but this is what I do for a living. And you know what? By the time this is all over, your ex will regret that he ever left you. Trust me,” he says.

“Anyway, I’ve got a couple things that I need to do this morning so I’m afraid we’ll just have to meet at the airport. I received the itinerary and the e-ticket, so I appreciate you sending those.” He sighs. “Well...I can’t wait to see you!”

******

Since taking your seat, you hadn’t been able to stop fidgeting–just unable to settle. You keep glancing back, past the business-class cabin entranceway, keeping an eye out for him.

You scroll through your phone for a couple minutes but even that can’t keep you calm as you couldn't stop your fingers from trembling. You slide your phone into your purse and pick up the in-flight safety instruction pamphlet and examine that instead.

“I’m guessing you’re not much of a frequent flyer?”

You look up to see a lady seated right across the aisle from you in business class. She gave you a kind smile and could sense your restlessness. “Oh…” You immediately tucked the pamphlet away. “No, I actually fly a fair amount. It’s just that–” you felt weird oversharing with this complete stranger but your anxiety just causes you to expel more words out of your mouth than necessary.

“My brother’s getting married and his best man is my ex. I just want to make sure that I know where all of the exits are in case I change my mind and you know…yeet myself out of this plane,” you rambled, finishing with a grimace.

She smiled at you uncomfortably before turning back to her e-reader. You sink into your seat in utter embarrassment. This trip was already off to a great start.

******

// Three months ago…

“Cris…I don’t know,” you said skeptically as you absentmindedly twirled your office chair around.

“What do you mean? I’m telling you, it’s very discreet. Literally, there’s an NDA option, if you really want to go there—“

“But that’s the point,” you protested. “I don’t know if I actually want to go there.” You ran your fingers gently over the calligraphy embossed on the thick, textured cardstock while talking to your friend on the phone.

“Maybe I’m just going to tell them that I’m tied up with a huge campaign and I have to be here to oversee everything.”

You hear Cristina groan angrily through your bluetooth earpiece. “YN, that is the coward’s way out and you know it. Why are you the one left feeling insecure and embarrassed after all this time? You did nothing wrong! If anything, that asshole should back out and retreat into a dark hole if he knew what was good for him,” she spat out.

“Also, do you really think that Taehyung would allow his favorite sister to bow out of his own wedding?” She asked.

Ever since your mother remarried, you and Taehyung have developed an unexpectedly close bond over the years. He was a bonus sibling that you didn’t ask for and he sure as hell felt the same way about you in the beginning. As time went on, you realized that you would be around each other for a while and so your relationship organically grew. You loved and protected each other as if you had shared the same DNA.

You sighed, tossing your brother’s wedding invitation on your desk, where it lands on a pile of the rest of your interoffice mail. The last time you were around your family was during his engagement party–which was already a stretch for you. You flew out there, intending on staying for the weekend but were so traumatized by nosey friends and relatives that you ended up taking a red-eye that same evening to escape it all.

When you are still silent on the other line, Cristina urges you further.

“Babe, listen. I have it on a very reputable source that this service is 100% satisfaction guaranteed—or your money back.”

You rolled your eyes then chuckled. “Cris, I’m not buying a vacuum cleaner.”

“Really, YN? Because by the sound of it, you seem like you need some good suction in certain places,” she cackled.

"Cristina!" you shrieked as her laughs rang on the other line.

You groaned. “Why are we friends again?”

She exclaimed, “Because! You love me and you know I’m not afraid to call you out on your bullshit,” she laughs. “And if there’s a chance that you can get a good dicking-down out of this—“

You immediately stop her right there. “Yah! Okay, Cris, I got it!” You sighed heavily, reaching over and picking up the invitation again, tapping it furiously on the surface.

After a long beat, you finally relent. “Fine. I’ll message him on the app. No promises, though. And who knows, he might not have any room on his calendar even with the three-month leeway. What with him being so popular and all,” you muttered.

You open the app on your phone and key in his name to pull up his profile–which turns up in your history because you’ve repeatedly visited and studied it obsessively for the last few days before chickening out and promptly closing it.

His page didn’t contain a photo but he was ranked at the top of your search results based on proximity and reviews alone. And boy, did he have a lot of them! He had hundreds of comments and triple the amount of anonymous ratings. Five stars on all of them. 10 out of 10, would highly recommend.

You shuddered at the thought.

Before losing your nerve, you finally made up your mind and decide to pull the trigger. You tap on the envelope icon to begin typing a direct message to him.

“Well, either way, tell me how it goes! I want to know every detail!” Cristina says excitedly.

As your thumb hovered over your phone’s keypad, you asked your friend one last question. “Cris, be honest–are you the reputable source claiming 100% satisfaction?”

After a brief pause, she says, “I’m afraid I can’t comment on that, YN. I signed an NDA.”

//END FLASHBACK

******

“Ma’am–ma’am, you can’t be back here,” the flight attendant warns you.

“I’m sorry–I swear, I don’t have a drinking problem,” you breathed out after you helped yourself to a couple of mini bottles of cognac from the in-flight crew’s stock. “And you can charge my seat. I just…I’m just really nervous,” you say anxiously.

“W-we have some dramamine, if you–”

“N-no, it’s not that.“ You blurted out. “I’m nervous because any second now, my date will show up at 2B. I’ve never met him so…if there’s any chance that I’ve made a huge mistake and he looks like a troll, I need to be drunk enough for him to look really good.”

“Oh, honey,” Her brows flick up as she looks past your shoulder. “I think you need to sober up now to appreciate the masterpiece that just walked in,” she says, sounding flustered.

Your brows furrowed. “What?”

She clears her throat and widens her eyes, tilting her chin up to gesture towards the cabin. “Say hello to 2B.”

You turn around slowly to find a man dressed in a dapper suit–his back facing you. He is welcomed by another flight attendant, who presents him with a tray of glasses filled with complimentary champagne.

You approached him carefully. As he reaches out to take a second flute, you catch a glimpse of his tattooed fingers, making your breath hitch.

“J-Jungkook?” You say with a hint of uncertainty.

Suddenly, time slips into slow-motion. At the sound of his name, he turns so fluidly. You couldn’t stop your jaw from dropping when you finally got a good look at him.

His hair was brushed up, letting a few strands fall loosely onto one side–barely brushing his eyebrow. He had big, dark eyes–eyes filled with youthful curiosity yet glazed with intense masculinity. It was a deadly combination that would unnerve anybody.

Your eyes zero-in on his mouth–pink and plush with a little freckle that sat beneath the fullest part of his lower lip. You watched it disappear as his lips curved into a slow, sexy smile.

“Hi, YN.” The sound of his voice was soft, but it was the underlying tone of it–firm but calm. And it oddly settled your nerves almost instantaneously.

When you finally pick your jaw up off the floor, he hands you the second glass of champagne. After you accept it, he takes your free hand in his and gently squeezes it. “Nice to meet you,” he says, then takes you by surprise when he leans in to plant a soft kiss on your cheek.

And just like that, your stomach is in knots again. He smiled after hearing you gasp softly at how forward he was. You gave him a tight smile in return, figuring that it was all part of the act.

“Let’s sit?” He offers.

You’d interacted with him for all but 30 seconds but you were all-too-happy to obey. After he settles into his seat, he turns his full attention to you.

“I, uh–hope you didn’t have trouble checking in,” you said meekly.

“Everything went smoothly,” he says. “Thanks for making all the arrangements.”

You took a sip–actually, it was more of a hefty gulp–of your champagne.

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t leave sooner. I know that you wanted some time to get settled before heading to the party but–I ran into some extenuating circumstances,” he says vaguely.

You chuckled. “Must be peak season for you, huh?” You regretted the words the instant they left your mouth.

His eyebrows quirk at your comment.

“I…I mean–” you stuttered. “I’m so sorry–I didn’t mean to say–”

He chuckled. “It’s okay, YN. Doesn’t phase me,” he says calmly.

You sink into your seat, willing the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

“So…maybe, we can take this opportunity to get to know each other? It’s a 5-and-a-half hour flight. We should maximize our time, don’t you think?”

You nodded at his suggestion. “Uh, yeah,” you sat up straight. “Yeah, for sure. I should tell you, though–right off the bat…You know those families who are totally crazy and chaotic? But at the end of the day, they’re still your family and you love them regardless of all that?”

“Uh huh?”

“Yeah, my family is not like that.” You said immediately.

He stifled a snort. “Noted,” he says with a smile before taking a sip of his drink.

You quickly added, “I love my brother, though. And my dad. Well…stepbrother and stepdad,” you clarified. “We don’t share the same bloodline–so…I consider them more as unwilling participants in the craziness. Kind of like hostages,” you gave him a small smile.

He thinks it’s endearing and he gives you that million-dollar smile once more.

Holy shit…an entire week of this. You cleared your throat in an attempt to stay on track. “Anyway, should we talk about our cover story? Just so we’re on the same page and all,” you say, suddenly all business-like.

“Of course,” he says politely. “Always good to get the basics down.”

You both agree to a rehearsed but realistic and sensible story.

Jungkook is a cardiologist and you were introduced by a mutual friend months ago by going on a blind date. Even though you both had ridiculously busy schedules, you were both just absolutely crazy about each other and couldn't stand the thought of being apart so you found a way to make this relationship work.

“Okay–I've got it down,” he says nonchalantly.

“Are you sure? We can go over the details again?”

“YN–” he says in that quiet but stern tone that stops you in your tracks. You were starting to think that you might actually enjoy being spoken to like this every now and then. Before you could let that sink in, he interrupts your thoughts. “I said, I’ve got it. And don’t worry. I’m a professional,” he says, reassuringly.

You nodded wordlessly, taking another gulp of your champagne.

Seconds later, he changes tact. “When we first spoke, you also mentioned a certain someone..."

Your eyes widen, knowing full well whom he was referring to. “Oh yeah…him." You paused. "Haru.” His name finally came to you as if it was a distant, forgotten memory that you had to pull from within the depths of your brain cells since you had been distracted for the last few hours by the magnificent piece of work sitting next to you.

“How do you want to deal with that? Should we come up with a plan for him?”

You chewed at your bottom lip. The last time you saw Haru, you spent all of your energy trying to dodge him during the engagement party. But you'd be circling each other all week, at which point, he'd be impossible to avoid. You had to deal with him sometime.

“How far do you want to take it? I can kick things up a notch whenever he’s around or…should I follow your lead?” He paused, waiting for any other ideas that you might have.

You looked away, pursing your lips, considering it. After a long beat, you look him in the eye again. “I just want him to see what he’s missing out on,” you replied confidently.

He regards you intently. “Well…easy-peasy then,” he says smugly.

You cocked an eyebrow and scoffed. “Oh, really?”

He smirks at your skepticism.

“All in a day’s work, huh?” You say to him.

He shook his head. “I say it’s easy because,” he turns his hot gaze towards you again. “Only a blind man would fail to see what they’re missing out on,” he finishes without blinking.

You swallowed hard while you watched him throw his head back, downing the final drops of his drink.

For a brief moment, you questioned his sincerity. If there was a fine line between truth and lies, Jungkook was excellent at blurring it.

And you wouldn’t even be able to tell the difference.

Part 2◥ | Main Fic Masterlist

Thank you for reading!

If you loved it and/or curious to learn more, please comment, reblog, or send me feedback! 📩. I love hearing from readers! If you didn't like it so much, I would still like to hear about it 💜

Taglist: @internetjunkdrawer @deepseavibez @itdoesntmatterwhy @reliablemittenmain @jiminisnotavirgin @taleasnewastime @jkkkkkay @bruisedscrewedandtattooed

#escortjk #bts fan fiction #jungkook #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #fake dating #strangers to lovers

661 notes · View notes

icantpickabiasugh · 10 months

Text

First of all wow you were so quick to respond, and second i started to read it wrong from the start lol. I think I first saw late at night so I read some but got tired and left it at them but when I found it again I went to the master list and I had read the little side post and not the series 🤦‍♀️ so I’m not entirely sure where I’m up to but I’ll just start from the beginning

SWEET | JJK

PAIRING: Boxer Jungkook x Ballerina Reader

GENRE: ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, BOXER AU, DANCE AU

SYNOPSIS:

Jeon Jungkook is the perfect guy… to piss off your parents. He’s buff, inked up and the definition of their worst nightmare but hey, when love comes knocking on your door there’s not much you can do. When your day starts off a mess, Jungkooks there to take your mind off things.

A/n: spent the whole day writing this 🫣

Your alarm goes off at the awful hour of 5 am, startling you out of your beautiful sleep. It's time to get up and get ready for the first ballet session of today–your schedule was full most of the time, and it was always the same routine; Get up, shower, brush teeth, breakfast, drive to practice–practice and fall into bed again. Repeat.

The stakes were at an all-time high right now. In one week, a fancy group of guests would be visiting and watching your performance with very critical eyes.

They had the power to decide whether you deserve to grace the stage in the annual Ballet competition–or not.

You've overcome every obstacle in your way since you can remember. You won first place each year after starting out in the 'Beginners Ballet Competition', surpassing everyone with by a mile.

One could say you were a little star amongst your fellow Ballet competitors.

As you grew older, you entered the world of international teen competitions, where you once more proves yourself as the winner while showing off your charm and perfection. You occupied 1st place each and every time, your parents soaking in the outcome of your never-ending success.

"You can be quiet now" you mumble to your alarm clock, turning it off with a click if a button

You get out of bed with a tired groan as the pressure of expectation presses over your shoulders like every morning. The important decision that will decide your candidacy for this year's adult ballet championship comes closer and closer every second.

Despite the fact that everything seems to be working in your favour, uncertainty lingers in your mind.

A sigh of regret escapes your lips once you stretch your poor feet, which are aching from your walk across the rough rocks on the beach yesterday.

What at first seemed almost like a pleasant foot massage, instantly relaxig your feet as you walked, now reveals to be the opposite.

"Y/n L/n you better not be in bed still" your mom yells from downstairs making you roll your eyes.

"No, mom, I'm already brushing my teeth" you yell, quickly running to the bathroom to do just that.

Starihg at yourself in the mirror a frown adorns your usual soft features. Your long hair in a loose bun while your cheeks are colored in a light pink shade as usual.

Faking a smile, you look at your reflexion, showing a young woman ready to take on any challenge in her way. The only problem was; were you really ready to take on any challenge?

Your train of thought is broken by a little ping, which causes your frown to reappear, replacing that hideous fake smile you've been perfecting over the years. On the screen appears a text from an unknown number. "Huh?" You purse your lips, toothbrush loosely hanging from your lips as you unlock your phone and open the message.

Unknown: Did you manage to sneak past your parents yesterday?

Today 5:07 am

Block Report Answer

Clicking answer, you keep brushing your teeth with one hand while clicking 'answer' and texting, what you could only assume to be Jungkook, a reply with your other.

You: you're up early ♡ send

No y/n you can't write that, you shake your head and change the heart for a smile emoji.

You: you're up early :)

Today 5:09 am

Jungkook🥰 is typing

Jungkook🥰: So are you ;)

Today 5:10 am

Shaking your head you laugh, cleaning out your mouth with some water before moving to your dressing room and picking out some clothes.

You: I'm always up this early 🤭

Today 5:12

You watch with a hint of anticipation as the familiar 'typing' symbol flashes on the screen, only to disappear in an instant. You can't help but bite your lip, doubt creeping into your thoughts.

Did you say something wrong? The question fucks with your mind, making you shake your head a bit trying to get rid of the doubts.

However, you quickly remind yourself not to read too much into it. It's early after all, and maybe the Jungkook just fell asleep.

Taking a deep breath, you put on your clothes and go on with your day, walking downstairs for a quick breakfast before practise.

"Could you be any later?" Your mom scolds you, your housekeeper passing you your breakfast with a smile and squeezing your arms reassuringly.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't decide what to wear," you confess, feeling shocked by the fact that you just easily lied to her like that. Your parents had always forbid you to ever lie to them, and you've never had any reason to–until now.

Your mother's critical eyes scan you from head to toe, raising her eyebrows and tightly crossing her arms, "You don't have any clothes that would remotely look bad on you" she speaks "Next time, I expect you to be better prepared and not embarrass yourself with being late. Is it too much to ask for a bit of effort?" She shakes her head.

You gulp down your coffee and shake your head, knowing not to talk back even if it would've been a simple "okay"

"Who are you texting?" the girl next to Jungkook asks, inching closer to him, her hand confidently placed flat on his abs.

With a blank expression, Jungkook turns off his phone, his smile fading away. "That's none of your damn business, the fuck are you still doing here anyway?" he groans, sitting up and effortlessly fixing his hair before slipping on a shirt.

"Well, you called me yesterday for a hookup, but suddenly changed your mind when I arrived," she shrugs, undeterred. "Thought you might want a morning blowie before your fight today, at least," she adds, biting her lip that adorned 2 liprings and some smeared black lipstick from sleeping with it on.

Locking her gaze with him, her dark eyes reveal a hint of annoyance when he shakes his head "Oh come on Jk" she rolls her eyes "it's like you've become a whole new person after coming back yesterday from your little bike ride"

Jungkook flips her off and then shifts his eyes to the mirror. His eyes flick to the hickey she gave him last night, a reminder of their unevenly five-minute make-out session that left him uninterested and bored.

Since he met you last night, you're all he can think about. It's not a crush; it's more like a deep fascination. He's never met someone like you before.

"Fuck off," he groans, cracking his knuckles and neck. "I need a shower and then I'm hitting the gym. You better be gone when I'm done," he gestures toward the bathroom, leaving her shocked and irritated on his bed.

"4 and 3 and 2 and..." Mrs. Chuu's voice yells over the loud music as you dance, maintaining your posture and focusing on following the choreography as best as possible.

Finally, after what seems like forever she pauses the awful loud music and hands you some water. "You're better than Wednesday, but not better than yesterday," she remarks, her tone filled with expectation. "Didn't you practice at home like I asked you to?" she lightly scolds.

You bite your lip, remembering the events of last night when you definitely did not practice at all.

"I did," you lie, attempting to justify yourself. "But I was very exhausted after yesterday, so-" Your explanation is cut off by Mrs. Chuu's voice. "Exhaustion is not an excuse at your level," she scolds sternly. "I can forgive Sana, I can forgive Mina, but I cannot and will not forgive you, Y/n. You know why?" she asks with unwavering seriousness, to which you shake your head.

"Because you're the best here. You're as exceptional as it gets at your age," she praises, causing a big smile to form on your face.

"So prove to yourself that exhaustion is a non-existent word in your vocabulary," she scolds, her arms crossed.

"And, above all that, show your parents what you're made of" Mrs. Chuu advises, giving your shoulder a reassuring pat. "Lets take a small break for now and have a look at your feet. We'll patch up those wounds." She says, retrieving a small first aid kit. Grateful, you nod and sit down, thanking her.

Although strict in her teaching style, Mrs Chuu, has always been kind to you. You've known her since you were a child, and she feels more like an aunt or maybe even a friend.

Deep down, you know that she doesn't fully agree with your parents' strictness, and controlling of your life. But you understand the situation—after all, they are the ones paying your dance lessons.

Nonetheless, you appreciate her genuine care and guidance sometimes more than othera, knowing that she genuinely wants whats best for you.

She even buys you some snacks sometimes to take home since your mom really only allowed you to eat healthy flavourless foods.

Y/n🐠: I'm always up this early 🤭

Today 5:12 am

Laughing and shaking his head, Jungkook types his reply with a smirk.

You: what a hardworking girl you are ;)

You: any reason as to why though?

Today 6:27 pm

He types with a frown on his face, playing with his lip piercing as he watches the messages go through. It's not long before he gets a 'read' receipt, getting his hopes up for a reply, only to get let down with you going offline again.

He runs a hand through his sweaty hair, sitting on the floor of the boxing ring, everyone having already left to go home or grab some food.

Before his thoughts can wander off, though, your reply lights up his phone.

Y/n🐠: had practise until now, just left :))

Today 6:35

You: you're telling me you dance for almost 10 hours straight? No way

Today 6:37

Y/n🐠: Not straight, but it's sort of my job, so... yeah, gotta practice for next week. Some important people are coming from America.

Today 6:38

You frown at yourself as you sit in the car of your parents' chauffeur, your pink ballet bag sitting on your lap as you texted away with a bright grin on your face.

Jungkook🥰: I hope your legs are alright

Today 6:40

You smile at his caring comment, Mr. Lin looking at you through the review mirror with a frown. "Yoh made a friend at ballet Mrs. L/n?" He asks curiously to which you only nod halfway "sort of"

You: they're used to it🤣

Today 6:41

A slight smirk tugs at Jungkook's lips as he looks at the message. Usually, he finds the use of emojis cringe-worthy, except when it comes to his grandma.

However, he knows that you might not be a big texter, considering he noticed a small total of five contacts in your phone when he saved your number. Of those five, two being your parents, and another was your grandma.

You: are you free tonight? I'm passing by the beach again

Today 6:47

You think for a second before replying a quick yes.

You're weren't actually allowed to leave the house later than 7, only exception being going to the venue to practice. You just figured you could maybe sneak out again like you usually did when you needed some peace of mind.

Jungkook🥰: Cool, meet me there at 7 sharp

Today 6:50

You arrive slightly after 7, the gentle night breeze causing your short pink sundress to sway in the cool air. With a hand shielding your eyes from the barely there sunlight, you search for Jungkook, your gaze sweeping across the beach in hopes of spotting his leatherclad figure or catching a glimpse of his Harley.

Disappointment creeps in when you cant find him, and a pout begins to form on your lips. Did he forget?

Just as you begin turning around, a sudden "boo!" Clears the silence.

Startled, you squeak as Jungkook's voice scares you, his hand firmly gripping your hips as he playfully spins you around to look at him.

"You seriously thought I'd ditch ya?" he smirks, his eyes filled with mischief as he pulls out a pack of cigarettes, offering you one with a cocky tilt of his head.

You quickly shake your head, declining his offer with an insistant. "No way."

"So?" he asks, taking a drag from his now lit cigarette. "How're the pirouettes going?" As he guides you to an unexplored corner of the beach, he teases you.

You nod crossing your arms, trying to match his cool vibe. "It's the usual. Can be fun, but it's exhausting sometimes," you say, shrugging and meeting his eyes with a hint of hope in your innocent eyes.

"Mh," Jungkook nods,

"And what about you?" you ask, feeling a hint of awkwardness brushing your hands over your arms at the cold weather.

He chuckles, "I messed up some guy in the ring," he answers with a smirk, and your jaw drops in surprise. "What? Seriously? That's... cool?," you stumble over your words, trying to sound as normal as possible.

Wow y/n he can probably tell you don't have friends. You sulk

"You're cute," he notes, his strong brows furrowing slightly as he takes another drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke out next to your face.

His gaze holds a hint of playfulness as he smirks. "Do your parents know you're here?" he asks, his smirk growing more, clearly aware of the answer.

You avert your gaze down, feeling a pang of guilt, and shake your head. "I'm a bad daughter, aren't I? Maybe I should just—" you start, attempting to stand up, but Jungkook's firm grip prevents you from doing so.

"Stay," he says, his voice laced with genuine affection. "A little rebellion might be good for you," he suggests, his smirk deepening.

A small silence envelops the two of you as you stare out at the ocean. Jungkook's eyes returning to you, capturing that shimmer of innocence and obliviousness that he finds so captivating.

In awe of someone so introverted yet remarkably talkative when exited, his hand gently caresses your rosy soft cheek, coaxing you to meet his gaze once more, as his thumb traces careless patterns against your soft skin, he finds himself lost in contemplation for a second before asking "What is it about you?" the question more directed at himself than you.

Startled, you whisper, "huh?" Your eyes attempt to avoid his intense ones, but they find themselves drawn back to his.

"You're so..." he trails off, playing with his lip ring, searching for the right words. "So sweet, so nice," he finally expresses, his voice laced with a mix of admiration and confusion. "Why are you here with me?" His hand slips away from your cheek as he takes one last drag from his cigarette before throwing it into the ocean.

You open your mouth to protest, but he swiftly interrupts you. "I know, I know. I'm a terrible person," he chuckles, teasingly dismissing his action. "Fuck the fish, man," he smirks.

Pouting, you cross your arms, a chill running down your spine.

Sensing your discomfort, Jungkook removes his leather jacket and places it over your shoulders, and you don't resist, realizing it's useless to argue.

From the corner of his eye, Jungkook steals glances at your lips, his gaze flickering between them and your eyes.

His question resurfaces in his mind once more—what was it about you?

Unable to resist any longer, he takes your chin in his hand, gently urging you to look up at him, your faces closer this time. "Have you ever been kissed before?" he asks, his thumb teasing your bottom lip, and you allow him to.

"No," you innocently shake your head to which Jungkook just hums, contemplating his next move before planting a quick peck on your cheek. "There," he says, his voice filled with satisfaction.

Your cheeks shine red with embarrassment as you turn your face away. It felt nice, you've never imagined that a kiss could feel like more than just skin against skin–your heart was racing with excited right now.

Resting his back against a rock, Jungkook's satisfaction shows through his smile. "You're awfully quiet," he teases, but before he can continue, you interject, your fingers gently brushing against your cheek where he had kissed you.

"Why did you do that just now?" you mutter, your expression with a hint of confusion as you look at him.

Jungkook shrugs, confusion flickering in his eyes. "Because I wanted to," he replies, although he knew deep down that the kiss held a more than that.

His eyes stay on you, waiting for your response.

But you meet his and nod, accepting his simple answer. "Okay," you say, biting your lip, thinking something.

After a moment, you gather courage and speak up again. "Can you- can you do it again?" you ask, your eyes locked on his.

"Kiss you?" he clarifies, just to be sure and when you nod, he leans in, preparing to plant another kiss on your cheek. But, you shake your head, denying it "No," you say, your lips pursed. "Not there," you point to your own lips, "here"

A smirk tugs at the corner of Jungkook's lips as he takes hold of your jaw, guiding you closer and with a gentle motion, he places a soft peck on your lips.

You do your best to kiss him back, angling your face slightly and resting your hands on his chest.

After a brief moment, Jungkook furrows his brow and pulls away "Sorry, I got carried away,"

You shake your head, a gentle smile gracing your lips. "No,"

"Thank you."

I LOVE FEEDBACK <3

@kooliv @sexymenandcuteanimals101 @tatyhend @idontevenknow75 @dunixxd @saweetspoiled @codeinebelle @telepathytae @faepurity @koobsessed @jooniesxbby @bebejungkook @sxtaep @janedukiesworld @outro-kook @grasstrainerjoonie @ziko @jungshook7 @zerocge @dodoneck @beahonomo @jiimtaee @nervoustyphoonpersona @fan-ati--c @koobsessed @nucleo-bang-tan @sincerelyflora @lil-sracha @sweetonkookieandtae @exactlygreatcoffee @hoseokteardrop @aeonianamour @chaelvrx @genkima @gamer-carat

3K notes · View notes

icantpickabiasugh · 10 months

Text

Omg I love this series now all that’s left to do is binge read >;)