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wonderlandrry · 28 days

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hi, this is my first ever attempt at writing on tumblr!! the story could be more than one part if you like it (maybe three or four parts). this is also my first time not writing in first person pov so hopefully it doesn’t suck complete ass. (not really edited and idk how to format either so GREAT first impression, friends.)

pov: best friend! harry x you (aka i tried my best lmao)

blurb: you and harry have been best friends your whole life and one night changes everything.

contains: friends to lovers, bad girl x good boy if you squint, smoking green 🍃, smut, cussing, oral (giving and receiving for both characters), praise kink, and size kink if you squint really hard again and read between the lines lmao.

word count: 5k

• NOT RAMADAN FRIENDLY •

just friends

“You sure you don’t want me to come up?” Rylan’s honey eyes flick from your dorm bulging back to yours. The tension from tonight’s argument is fresh in those crinkles next to his eyes that you used to love. Fucking adore.

Parting your lips, you sigh, “See you around.”

“Don’t be like that,” A ringless hand runs through his dark hair. You’re not exactly sure why you’re focusing on that but here we are. “It was a joke, come on.”

Your hand rests on the door handle, silently contemplating on freaking the fuck out again. This isn’t the first time he’s made jokes, very public jokes about your best friend. The very first time you let it slide with a warning because some people don’t understand that you can be just friends with the opposite gender. They can’t wrap their heads around that not every relationship revolves around sex. You understood but tonight? He went too far.

“Saying Harry follows me like a stray dog,” You have to take a deep breath because Rylan doesn’t know what Harry’s been through. That only pisses you off more. “Was too far.”

“He doesn’t have any friends, Lil, just you.”

“Because he’s smart, he doesn’t have friends because he’s fucking brilliant.” It was true, Harry focused more on school and baseball than friendships. He got a full ride to Calloway University reliant on grades and his pure, raw talent. Some would stop there but he took it a step further by studying physics. Now it’s your turn to run a hand through your hair because this is the fourth fight over your best friend. “Don’t be a dick.”

“Do you not see how fucked that is?” He hisses, making your head snap in his direction. “You’re supposed to be dating me, not him.”

You scoff, “So that’s what this is?”

Rylan’s hold tightened on the steering wheel, so tight that his knuckles were almost white. “Look, I don’t care that you’re friends with him but you spend too much time-”

That confirmed everything for you. Your long friendship with Harry wasn’t the problem. Rylan knew how much Harry meant to you and how your friendship was all you had sometimes. He knew yet the fact that he didn’t have your full attention every waking moment of the day was the source of cruel jokes.

“You’re threatened, huh?” His knuckles blanched even more as the words left your mouth. “Listen to the words coming out of my mouth, Ry. Harry’s been my best friend since I was seven. Nothing has and will never happen between us. I would never sleep with him and ruin our friendship.”

“I see how you guys look at each other.”

Your whole face heats, it’s literally on fire. “You’re seeing things because we’re just friends.”

“You’re in denial.” Fuck. This.

Those three words were enough to push you. Push you to fling open the car door and launch yourself onto the pavement. They were enough to heat your whole body to the point that chilly winter air wasn’t enough to simmer down your anger. You don’t even bother slamming the door shut because that asshole can get out and shut it himself. That’s what he gets for constantly trying to pry a confession out of you. A confession that doesn’t exist but he still won’t accept it. The security guard gives a weary smile as you pass him, an obvious witness of the whole shit show. You look over your shoulder just in time to watch Rylan peel out.

He doesn’t follow you, shocker. Not that you wanted him to but you also didn’t expect him to. He acts like he cares but when push comes to shove, actions don’t match the words constantly flying out of that stupid mouth.

Unlocking and relocking the door with a soft click, your dorm is oddly dark and quiet. It looks like no one has been here all day. This is a possibility since Ellie spends most nights with her boyfriend. You slide off your black vans and place your bag on the hooks by the door. Seniors get a common room and separate bedrooms in student housing and you love the privacy. Honestly? It’s hard as fuck to hook up sharing a room with someone. El never cared who you brought home but felt weird as hell, yano?

From: ball boy (11:35 pm)

you home?

To: ball boy (11:36 pm)

yeah

You loosen your claw clip and honey-blond waves tumble. Walking into your room, you slip out of the cute-ass outfit you spent an hour perfecting and into some random band shirt with no bra and spandex shorts. Such a shame because you looked hot, too bad the night didn’t end with Ry ripping this lacy, black corset off you. Sucks for him.

From: ball boy (11:42 pm)

open the window before Mack catches my ass.

Your eyes snap toward the only windows in your room. The sheer, black curtains were closed but they did a shit job keeping the sunlight out so, honestly, how good were they for privacy? Your heart hammers thinking about Harry seeing you. How he could’ve seen all of you, not just what you choose to show off. The thought made your heart hammer.

From: ball boy (12:46 am)

don’t tell me you’re fucking someone right now

From: ball boy (12:47 am)

fuckin’ sick, lil

Annoyed, you rip open the curtains to find Harry’s cocky expression staring straight at you. It’s too dark to make out his full face but you can tell by the smirk tipping the left side that he’s amused. Making your favorite dimple dent even deeper. In one swift motion, the latch unlocks letting him in. He’s done this a million times, yano? Sneaking in your room for late-night study sessions, movie nights, or sleepovers. You’ve shared a bed countless times but never crossed that line, he’s your best friend. There are rules in place to save your friendship. He means more to you than one night of pleasure. Always has.

“Nice shirt, been looking for that everywhere.” Evergreen eyes bounce across your face, “Thought you had a date.”

You blow out a breath, “Not anymore.”

He smirks, dimple popping, “Obviously.”

“Thought you had plans.” You counter because Harry may not have many friends but that didn’t mean anything when it came to his sex life. He had trouble talking to girls but that didn’t seem to matter because they flocked to him. There was just something about him that drew people in, you included especially you. Maybe it was his ability to make anyone in the room feel special; wanted by having his undivided attention.

His lips purse, “Nah, not tonight.”

“Why?”

He gives you a pointed look giving away that he knows, “You know why.”

Guilt settles into your stomach, that stupid sinking feeling of being caught hit full force. He had the same argument with Grace that you did with Rylan tonight. They seem to argue more though and it kills you seeing him upset. You know he cares about her but he loves you. Maybe not romantically but definitely platonically and that means something to him. Every time they have this conversation, you know you should walk away. It's always your first instinct to protect people you love and you love your best friend. But, you’d rather die than let him go and that’s selfish as fuck but true. You sigh, “Harry-”

“I’m good,” He closes the distance and wraps you into a hug and it feels like home. Your favorite type of hug. “Worried about you.”

You smile against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heart hitting your cheek, “Nothing a Star Wars marathon won’t cure, Stud.”

His face lights up, “God, I could kiss you, Lil.”

“Whatever you say, ball boy.” Your heart flutters violently but you ignore the feeling. He always jokes like this in secret and maybe that’s the reason no one believes you’re just friends. But, they’re just jokes, yano.

“Ball boy?” He scoffs, making you tilt your chin to meet his gaze. When your eyes finally focus, Harry’s staring at you with his stupid, dimpled smile. Just because he’s your best friend doesn’t mean you’re completely immune. He’s handsome and you’d be dumb to deny that because, well, you have eyes. Currently, he looks even better from this angle. His hair’s tousled as neat as those chestnut curls will allow and dimples seem more prominent. Deep, inviting indents. The black, backwards hat only adds to the contrast of those evergreen eyes. Your favorite shade of green. A sliver of metal trapped between perfect teeth as he cocks his head. He chuckles, squeezing you tighter, “That’s fucked up.”

Pulling back, you shrug, “You’re the one who plays with them all day.”

His tongue clicks, cheeks hollowing, “Baseball, I play baseball.”

You dismiss him with a wave, walking into the common room. “Whatever helps you hit balls with your bat, Ball boy.”

“Better watch that pretty mouth of yours,” He warns in a low tone, so low that everything tingles. Reaching into his hoodie, he pulls out a bag of weed before plopping on the couch, “because I don’t share with bad girls.”

“Watching Star Wars high?” You grin as he nods. “Man of my dreams.”

Harry smirks, all boyish and full dimples, “Don’t tease.”

After pressing play and settling into the couch, you glance over at him just as the credits begin to roll. He’s lighting a joint, brows set in concentration, pink lips puckered around the paper inhaling slowly before passing it to you.

The next forty minutes fly by in the best, blissfully buzzed way. Time doesn’t have an exact science. We’re happy and having a good time. All the anger from earlier dissipated from you and Harry just being together. His nose found its way under your jaw, right next to your pulse point, some time after fifteen or so minutes. He’s always been affectionate when buzzed but holy fuck, was he toning it down before. You don’t know what changed but his hands haven’t left your waist and he keeps hugging closer to your chest with little sighs and hums of contentment. He smells so fucking good like peppermint, fresh laundry, and smoke.

Your breathing is slow and steady. Completely wrapped in him. Fingers twisting the curls at the nape of his neck until your fingertips tingle to touch him elsewhere. You don’t allow them to go lower than his throat, feeling how harsh each swallow was each time you’d get below the hinge of his jaw. He hums against your neck, nuzzling deeper into the column dangerously like he can’t get enough, “Feeling better?”

“Yes.” You breathe as he hugs tighter, not stopping your feather-like movement through his soft curls. “You?”

“Yeah, that feels good.” His words come out sleepy and deep and gravelly. “Your t-touch always feels good.” Warm evergreen holds all your attention as he kisses your cheek, “Thank you for being here with me. You make everything better, always have.”

Your face tilts, noses inches apart, and whisper. “You make everything better for me too.”

Harry’s the type of man that goes from beautiful to devastating with a change of facial expression. Your hazy brain can’t stop taking him in for some reason. It’s involuntary. That beautiful, sculpted face is hidden at nightfall but you allow yourself to appreciate how much time someone put into crafting him. It’s like you spent the last fifteen years with blinders on and can finally see.

Sage burns into evergreen as his lips roll a few times like he’s trying to come up with a safe response. The irrational part of my brain wants to feel his mouth on you again so bad that you almost crave him. Your lips part at the same time waiting for the other to make a move or do something drastic. Three heartbeats of your mouths seconds apart. Three heartbeats in your own hazy, happy world. His nose nudges yours once before dropping back to your throat. His arms wrapped around you tighter and your breathing synced again. Instead of calm and steady, now it’s erratic and fast.

Fuck, you have to be high, right? Best friends don’t look at each other like this. Especially you guys.

He leans closer, left hand planted on your thigh as we just stare at each other. Almost like he feels it too. Your fingertips ache to touch the stubble dusting his jawline so bad they tingle but you can’t seem to move. Completely lost in the hypnotic desire clouding the calm green of his irises.

Not wanting to put pressure on Harry to make the first move, you close the distance. Not sure why you did that but your mouths part at the same time. His in surprise and yours in want, yet in perfect sync. Pressing your lips to his, he immediately kisses back, cupping your jaw. One second everything’s moving slowly and the next, he’s lifting his shirt over your head. Touching every inch of exposed skin like he can’t get enough. His fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts as yours find his jeans. The kiss breaks as he leans back just enough to look at you. You’re looking at each other in silence but it’s so fucking loud.

“We should-” He swallows harshly, columns of his throat tense, “Don’t wanna finally have you if you’ll regret-”

“Won’t ever regret you, H,” Your voice is hushed yet full of so much want and sincerity. “Don’t stop, we’re okay.”

“Yeah?” He breathes out in relief pressing another kiss to your lips that sends trace currents through your body full force. Finally giving into the sweetest temptation you’ve ever tasted. Forbidden and delicious. This was like an avalanche of feelings and lust in motion, couldn’t stop the cascade if you tried. The aftermath would eventually come but everything would be okay. It had to be.

“Yeah, just friends,” Your lips move with his again but lazier, a slow pace that makes everything come to life. “This doesn’t change anything.”

You lied because this meant everything but you can’t stop.

He blinks like he can see right through your bullshit.

You blink back hoping he doesn’t.

“Just friends.” He repeats only the first half of your lie between kisses, pressing your body further into the couch with his hips.

The words come out breathless.

The words come out easily.

The words come out in cool peppermint.

He starts to drag your shorts off at the same pace the kiss and you lift a little to help. Being this vulnerable, letting the other fully see the other is something you can’t put into words. Your eyes rake his body as his lustful, dark gaze mirrors yours. There aren’t enough fucking words to describe how beautiful he is. Taking in every single detail from his tattoos to his cock pressed between your open thighs. The desperation; everything fucking aches for him. He leans forward, lips parting, eyes darkening by the minute, leaving open-mouth kisses along your jaw until they meet your mouth. The warm metal of his tongue ring claiming every inch of your mouth. He tasted like charged temptation in the best way, like something you didn’t know you craved until now.

Harry whimpers as your legs wrap around his waist. His cock throbs between your thighs and he groans against your lips. The sound vibrating with need; so fucking desperate. Strong hands grip your ass as the kiss deepens. He’s kissing you like you’re oxygen and he’s hungry for air. Almost like he can’t breathe without tasting you. Without having you like this. Staggered, harsh breaths hit the left side of your as his lips descended. Sucking and biting gently at your throat until they reach your chest and wrap around your nipple piercings. Metal clanking salaciously as his tongue swirls, toying with each little bar. His cock throbs again and your head falls back into the throw pillows with a loud moan. The arrogant smirk against your already heated skin only sends fire dancing.

Crackling and humming with each touch. They say fire needs oxygen to grow and Harry was yours. Always has been, he ignites all your fires.

Pulling back slightly, salacious evergreen meets thunderous oceans as he speaks, “So fucking pretty.” His words come out as a rasp, full of raw desperation. “Wanna taste you so fucking bad.” Kisses pepper your face, “Wanna make you feel so good, please? ”

“Y-yes,” You breathe, unable to finish the sentence as his kiss-bruised lips meet yours again and again, his fingers digging into the sensitive skin of your already open thighs, while yours run through his soft curls. Tangling and twisting as your lips move hungrily, desperately. Your teeth trap his tongue ring gently tasting and the sound that escapes his throat is feral. His body pushes against yours as you devour each other. Urgent, hungry, and like you might run out of time or change your mind. Hot, open-mouth kisses descend from your lips to your jaw then stop at the base of your throat.

“Fuck,” The word’s rushed, nearly a pant, as he pulls his sweatshirt over his head. The view of his gorgeous, toned body sends a shiver down your spine. The butterfly on his chest fluttered with each rapid breath. His abs jutting and rippling like it took everything in him not to lose it right then and there. Rough yet gentle hands feather your ribs, gliding effortlessly until they pause at your hips, leaving trace currents branding me with each tortuous touch. The rings on his fingers dig into the sensitive flesh of your hips despite how gentle he’s being. A surprised gasp leaves my lips in a whimper as his grip tightens holding you into place. Your hips tilt, wanting to feel him and he groans, nostrils flaring like he’s in pain, “Want you so bad,” His nose runs against your jaw, “Not gonna last if you keep moving, Lil.”

“Sorry,” You breathe letting your head fall back as it swims with every effortless emotion you feel for him.

“Shh, you’re perfect, so fucking perfect, look at you.” He whispers, the gravelly tone of his voice sending vibrations between your thighs making you ache. A completely desperate ache for him that would be embarrassing if it was anyone but your Harry. Suddenly, he’s kissing you but lazily this time. His lips moved so painfully slow and tender against yours. Kissing like you have all the time in the world. As soon as you match his pace, he breaks the kiss sighing deeply against your parted lips. He studies your face, evergreen locked on blue, as he slowly drifts between your thighs. His hands follow him, traveling down your inked body with ease, until they lock around your upper legs.

“What’re you doing?” You ask breathlessly, trying to keep up with his pace. He ignores you, placing drawn-out kisses trailing from your left hip to inner thigh. Soft moans leave your parted lips each and every time his mouth touches your skin. His kisses are getting closer and closer, nipping and sucking, teasing and torturing. It’s too fucking much. “Harry-”

“Need something, Lil?” He sucks harder on your hip, leaving a purplish bruise on porcelain skin, tilting his head up to meet your gaze with a lazy smirk. So effortlessly sexy.

“Please-” Desperateness clings to the word as your head falls back, unable to handle seeing him between your legs.

“Please what?” Harry smirks against heated skin as your hips move forward, “Use your words, pretty girl.”

“I want-” The sentence pauses at the tip of your tongue. No one’s ever asked what you wanted before. “I’ve never-” Your brows push together trying to find the right word but he reaches up, fingers smoothing the line between them like he understands.

“It’s okay,” He runs the flat of his tongue against your clit and your knees almost push together from pleasure, the round of his tongue ring hitting perfectly. Like he knows exactly what you need. Burning evergreen disappears into the back of his head as he moans against you, fingernails digging into your skin. “Taste so fucking good, Lil. Knew you would, so fucking sweet.”

“Fuck,” The whimper that comes out of you is pathetic as he lifts your leg, draping your right knee over his shoulder, tongue circling with no mercy. Flicking and sucking and teasing as he changes pace. Your head falls back feeling his piercing tease your entrance with each flick of his perfect tongue. Your fingers laced into his wet curls, tugging as he pulled back, eyes meeting yours. Bringing his left middle and ring fingers to your lips, manually parts them until his fingers push past your bottom teeth. The cold metal of his rings hits your warm mouth. Evergreen dances darkly as they glide across your tongue until you gag around them. He exhales roughly, head cocking, “Mmm, suck. Such a good girl for me, yeah?”

Your lips wrap around his fingers as your eyes lock. He moves them in and out a few times before withdrawing. Never breaking eye contact, pink lips puckering around my clit as his fingers tease your entrance. He watches you intensely, so fucking intensely as his fingers match the pace of his tongue. Your eyes flutter in pure fucking bliss as your grip on his hair returns. Pulling and tugging, making him groan so deeply, “Lil.”

Your name came out of his mouth with the same electricity that courses through your veins whenever he’s around. Hot, entrancing, unfuckingdeniable, and your undoing. White, hot pleasure hits so hard that you try to close your legs but his hands wrap around your thighs, keeping them open, easing you through it. Your breathing evens out as Harry watches you between your open thighs. His head tilted upward, lips parted in amazement, evergreen bouncing around your face like he’s committing every muscle movement to memory.

“For fucks sake.” He exhales, blinking in complete astonishment.

“Hmm?” The word comes out lazily, so fucking easy like your smile.

He hovers, face inches from yours, hazy eyes blazing with lust. The end of his cross necklace bounces off your bottom lip a few times. “So pretty when you cum, Angel.”

Fuck, in one swift movement, you push his chest backward completely straddling him as his back hits the couch. Long, ring-clad fingers grip your jaw as he presses his lips to yours, kissing slowly, tongues tangling lazily. He tastes like you and it makes your head spin. His fingers tangle into your hair, blond waves fall, as he collects them wrapping the strands around his wrist. Breaking the kiss, your hands glide across his skin, feeling every harsh breath and ridge before settling between his legs. Every flutter of his butterfly as he breathes, how his abs constrict with each breath like he wants you so badly that it’s painful, and the vein resting next to the perfect v-line of his left hip. Taking a deep breath, your head tilts, meeting his hungry, beautiful gaze as your lips wrap around his head.

He lets out a loud moan, abs jutting, as your tongue twirls and teases. His head lolls back, lips parting while the moans come out so fucking feral; desperate. The grip on your hair loosens as you take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks with each suck. Honey curls fall you around like a curtain as he cups the back of your head, pushing you to take him deeper, never breaking eye contact. You almost wanna shut yours seeing how much adoration and attention and lust swims in his pretty irises. He starts moving his hips slowly, testing, and relaxing your jaw. His jaw tightens with each thrust, moaning so fucking loud, lips puckering around a needy exhale, “I-fuck-I’m not gonna last.”

Flattening your tongue, a hum in appreciation and that makes him break. The soft green of his eyes darkened as control slips with each thrust. “God, look at how pretty you look wrapped around my cock.” He groans even louder and you gag around him. His hips slow, “You can take it, just like that, so fucking good.”

Your cheeks hollow as his movements grow more frantic. More fucking desperate. Twirling your tongue, he pulls out, cupping your jaw again as he cums. Painting your chest in the most filthy way. Head tilted back, eyes shut, pumping his cock as he whimpers. Blush spreads up his throat, neck vein popping in the sexiest way, and perfect lips parted in pure ecstasy; pure bliss. He’s the most devastating man you’ve ever seen. The minute your gazes meet, your breathing halts. So many emotions battle to come to the surface as lush forests meet raging oceans. The push and pull that is us. This is a moment where you just stare at each other in understanding. Letting your eyes say what you’re afraid to admit out loud.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” Harry’s voice is gentle and soothing while his fingers trace your jaw before disappearing. You count his footsteps but don’t respond. The weight of what happened crashed into you like a freight train. Your breathing accelerates instead of steading as everything plays out. You don’t want to lose him when this doesn’t work out. The thought comes quickly and like a bucket of ice water. Panic setting in because you can’t lose him. You can’t lose him over one night of weakness. Shit, the uncertainty feels heavy on your chest, heavier than it should because there’s no one you trust more. He’s your best friend.

“Lil?” Hesitantly, your eyes snap to your favorite shade of green. Allowing them to travel his peaceful features, illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. Everything about him is relaxed and unguarded as he starts cleaning you up with a warm washcloth. The light stubble on his sharp jaw to pink parted lips to the freckles on the bridge of his nose that you wouldn’t see unless you were close enough. Your fingertips ache to trace the path, feel each little freckle and plane of his face, until they’re touching his pink lips. Sometimes, you wish memories worked like photographs or something so you could accurately remember how being in his arms feels. How finally being his feels until unrelenting reality hits. You’re not his, Grace is, and that hurts worse than you thought. His lips tip into a left-sided smile, “There she is.”

“Here I am,” You smile back, cheekbone gently compressed by his long fingers.

Dark curls sticking up in different directions, evergreen eyes following every detail of your face, a red hue dusting across his cheeks, and his once parted lips tugging into a sleepy smirk, “You still with me, Lil?”

“Always.” The word came out fast because you were with him. Maybe too with him. “Gonna get dressed real quick.” A giggle escapes your lips, “Don’t have the money for Ellie’s therapy bill if she walks in.”

“Fuck,” He chuckles, running a hand through long curls, “She’d probably ask to join.”

Your phone buzzes two times and something inside you freezes. You know it’s Rylan, no one else but him and Harry text you this late. The playful expression on Harry’s face slowly drains into something that resembles pain as he hands it to me. The sudden change makes your stomach turn in the worst way.

From: Ry (2:30 am)

Sorry about tonight.

From: Ry (2:31 am)

Can’t lose you over a stupid argument, Lil. I know you and Styles are just friends and you wouldn’t touch him. Sorry for being a jealous prick.

That stomach-sinking guilt comes back full force and causes your mouth to flood with saliva. You pull the Nirvana shirt over your head and turn to explain but he’s already looking at the wall. His jaw tense, so tense that the hinges are bulging, but expression is stoic. He swallows, the columns in his throat tense then relax showing just how hard the salvia was to get down. You linger on his side profile for a second, appreciating the beautiful yet masculine planes of his face, before clearing your throat. He blinks a few times before turning slowly to meet your eyes. The words rush out of your mouth, “Harry-”

Playful evergreen darkened to forest green, “I better go.”

You jump to your feet, following behind him quickly, desperate to explain. His back to you, broad shoulders sagging, as he works to unlatch your window. The glass opens with a thud and you expect him to leave but he doesn’t. Ring-clad fingers grasp the ledge, knuckles blanch, as he just breathes. You count to fifteen waiting for him to look at you but he doesn’t. 240 long, excruciating seconds pass. Exhaling harshly, his voice is hoarse, “We need to tal-“

“Friends?” You blurt, not letting him finish. Needing to know you’re okay, eyes volleying between him and the notification on your phone.

He pauses, hand resting on the windowsill, so much pain in those evergreen eyes you love so much. There he was, always taking care of you. Even if it means hurting him.

“Yeah, Lil.”

Your attention stays on the window as he slips out without giving you a chance to respond. Everything smells like him, a mouthwatering mixture of fresh laundry, peppermint, and something earthy like the wind. Even your skin has traces of him that you don’t think you’d be able to wash off. The memory of tonight permanently embedded into you and there is no denying it. How his mouth felt, his hands on you, the sound of his raspy voice slowly ruining you for anyone else.

What the fuck did you just do?

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strzlun · 9 months

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HEARTBEAT

// lee heeseung //

pairing: brother’s best friend!heeseung x femreader

word count- 5.7k

genre/cw- angst, fluff, forbidden love(?), slow burn(ish?), profanity, 1 year age difference, sneaking out/around, kissing, protective heeseung, reader’s brother is overprotective, implied cheating (not reader or heeseung)

summary- Heeseung finds love but it’s in the form of his best friend’s younger sister

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You were someone who never experienced true love before. Yes, you had your fair shares of crushes but they never got to be anything more than crushes.

Your infamous older brother prevented these crushes to becoming anything more. Even though he was only one year older than you, he still acted so protective over you. Your brother didn't allow just anyone to pursue his sister, so you kissed having any relationship out the window.

The only people your brother ever allowed to be close to you, were his selected best friends. He trusted them enough to know that they would never try to pursue something with you.

Your bother had way too much confident and trust in his friends. He should’ve known someone was bound to slip through his fingers and get to you.

You were happy to say in the least, you and your boyfriend were already together for five months already. The relationship was already more than you had ever experienced in your life, so being together with him for five months was the cherry on top.

This was your first relationship so you wanted to cherish all these moment, this was the first time you were finally able to have something more than a crush. You were able to experience what you’ve always wanted.

Your boyfriend wasn’t the best and the relationship was certainly not the best but it was still a relationship. You knew you should’ve had a standard but it was hard when you only had one other “relationship” if you would even call it that.

It was a time you don’t like to remember, not because it was bad but rather because it was something that should’ve never happened. It was supposed to be friendly hang outs while your brother was away but it soon turned into a whole summer fling.

But right when the new school year began, you ended it before it could become something more. Even though, you wanted it happen so badly, you knew it could never. The summer fling was never even supposed to turn into that, it was only supposed to stay as friendly hang outs.

And no matter how hard you tried to forget the summer fling, it always lingered in your mind day and night. It was the bittersweet feeling you got of what could’ve been if you never ended it.

"My friends are here!" You heard your brother yell, you walked out of your room to greet your brother’s friends who were also your friends

When you saw your brother’s friends laughing and greeting him, you chuckled softly causing the attention to put onto you. You waved to them after realizing you had their attention, to which they all happily greeted back.

Sunoo pushed everyone out the way as he rushed over to you. You and Sunoo had that friendship where whenever you saw each other, it would be like meeting your soulmate.

"5 feet away!" Your brother jokingly reminded and Sunoo only waved him off knowing he was messing around, your brother knew Sunoo wouldn’t do anything

Your brother trusted his friends but he was blatantly oblivious to the lingering gaze someone had on you.

His best friend and your summer fling, Lee Heeseung.

How you and Heeseung came about wasn’t intentional. Your brother was going out of town with your parents and he didn’t want to leave you all alone. So he asked his most trusted friend, Heeseung to check up on you every now and then.

You were mad at first, you weren’t someone who needed to be watched, but Heeseung came up with a compromise. That when he would pop up, it would be for a friendly hang outs rather than him checking up on you.

After the continuous friendly hang outs, you don’t know when the line started to blur between you and Heeseung. The obvious grazing of hands as you guys walked around the park, the lingering gaze when the other wasn’t looking.

It was obvious something flipped between you two and it was only when Heeseung had taken you out for a late night drive that you both finally decided to take matters into your hands.

The way Heeseung looked under the star lit sky, you don’t know what took over you. While Heeseung on the other hand knew what took over him and he knew better than anyone that it was wrong.

So why was it when you both leaned into each other and kissed under the moonlight that it felt so right. When your lips met his, he felt like this was his sole purpose in life, that he only existed for you.

When your brother and parents came back from their trip, they walked into the house to see you and Heeseung on the couch simply watching TV.

You greeted your family happily, while Heeseung almost couldn’t bear to look at your brother, he was shameful. Your brother’s number one rule was to stay away and not do anything with you.

So how do you think he felt when not even a few seconds ago he was kissing you like there was no tomorrow.

Your brother greeted Heeseung and thankfully he was able to keep a facade up so that your brother wouldn’t be suspicious of him.

From that day when your family came back you had to resort to sneaking out in order to meet up with Heeseung. When you knew no one was awake, you snuck into Heeseung’s car that always waited for you out front.

You could still almost feel the endless kisses and pecks you gave each other until he drove off into the night, ready to spend another sleepless night with you.

That summer felt like a paradise, being able to be in Heeseung’s arms, being able to place kisses all over his face. Acting like a couple when neither of you had even confessed, to you it was almost close to perfect.

The only way that it could be perfect is if he was truly yours and you were truly his.

Yet, when the new school year started, you knew you and Heeseung wouldn’t be able to handle the pressure of keeping whatever you guys had going on from your brother. You also didn’t want to risk ruining their friendship because of the growing feeling you had for Heeseung.

So you decided to take responsibility and end what you guys hand. It was a mutual agreement in the end or so you thought.

Heeseung simply agreed to your terms and respected your decision. He didn’t try to fight or counterclaim your decision, he simply accepted it. You were happy that he took it well but you were so upset having to end it with him. You knew that if you had the chance, you would do the summer fling with Heeseung all over again.

But you wanted to stay grounded, reminding yourself that it was something that should’ve never happened. It was only supposed to be him checking up on you disguised as friendly hang outs. You were never meant to have your heart swoon whenever he walked into your house during that summer.

You and Heeseung were never supposed to happen, and you wanted it to stay that way. He was your older brother’s best friend but you couldn’t lie and say that he wasn’t also your summer fling.

Your boyfriend had his arm around you as you both watched a movie on your TV. Not much was said between the two of you, a simple kiss on the cheek as a greeting and a few words exchanged with your parents.

Your boyfriend wasn’t the best but he also wasn’t the worst. The night your school hosted a party to celebrate the new year, it was right before the clock struck twelve, when you boyfriend asked if he could give you a new year kiss and you were going to reject him at first.

For some reason a part of you hoped Heeseung would go up to you that night. Yet, that little spark of hope died, when you saw Heeseung whispering into the ear of a girl who giggled at his words.

That moment was what you needed to move on from Heeseung. Even though, you were the one that ended things between the two of you, you only did it because you didn’t want to jeopardize Heeseung’s friendship with your brother.

It was their last year of school and you couldn’t imagine being the reason why their five years of friendship went down the drain. So when the clock struck twelve at midnight, you and your current boyfriend shared an awkward kiss.

From there onwards, you and your boyfriend started to see each other more and you soon went into a relationship with each other.

When your brother found out about your relationship, your boyfriend defend you and somehow convince your brother to somewhat accept your relationship.

Your brother obviously was unhappy with the sudden announcement of your relationship with someone he hadn’t even known of. Yet, he had to learn and accept the fact that you were in a relationship but he made it very clear that if your boyfriend even hurt you in the slightest, he would hunt him down.

So with that, your boyfriend for the most part doesn’t do anything that he assumes you won’t approve of. Your boyfriend excused himself and you only hummed.

You continued to watch the movie but you realized that it’s been over 30 minutes since your boyfriend left. You were confused to where he went, you went to go look for him and when you entered the kitchen you saw him but he wasn’t alone.

Your brother gripped the kitchen counter tightly, he was holding himself back from doing something irrational. Heeseung was leaned up against the cabinets, sizing up your boyfriend with anger in his eyes.

“What’s going on here?” Your voice managed to catch the three male’s attention, they all turned to you as you walked up to the side of your boyfriend

“What did they do to you?” You boyfriend just shook his head before taking a glance at your brother and Heeseung, something happened and you were nervous

“You either tell her or I’ll tell her” Heeseung’s voice spoke and you felt shivers run up your spine, what the hell were they talking about?

“I never should’ve trusted you” Your brother lifted his head and turned to face your boyfriend, you looked between the three males confused

“I-I didn’t mean to” Your boyfriend stumbled on his words and you knew this couldn’t be good

“You didn’t mean to shove your tongue down another girl’s throat?” Heeseung angrily spat as he raised an eyebrow, the silence kicked in after his words and you could feel everyone’s gaze on you

You looked up to your boyfriend with your eyes beginning to burn. Your boyfriend stayed with eyes wide, his mouth kept opening and closing but no words were leaving it. This was how you would remember your first relationship.

“We’re done” You softly muttered, it was getting hard to speak with the visible tightening of your throat, your boyfriend was quick to grab your hand to take back what you said

You shook your hand from his grip but he held tight, he didn’t want to lose you. Heeseung noticed this and immediately gripped your boyfriend’s wrist causing him to let go of you.

“She said you’re done” When Heeseung took a look at you, and he saw a single tear drop that fell from your eyes

That was enough for him to to grip your now ex boyfriends neck and drag him out the house. Your ex boyfriend yelped and tried to get out of Heeseung’s hold but his hold was beyond strong, he was far gone with angry seething from his body.

Heeseung opened the door and threw your ex out the house.

“You better stay the fuck away from her”

Heeseung slammed the door shut in his face, before taking a deep breath to calm down his nerves. He turned around and saw you still standing not moving an inch, your brother came and gave you hug which you didn’t reciprocate.

When your brother whispered into your ear to stop you from crying but when he let go of you, you quickly booked it to your room not saying a word.

You wouldn’t come out your room for hours. Your soft sniffling could be heard and the amount of times your brother, your parents and Heeseung knocked on your door only to be told to leave you alone was uncountable.

Heeseung swore next time he saw your ex, he would beat him to the ground.

It was already past midnight and your whole family was asleep, Heeseung who was sleeping over stayed wide awake. His mind couldn’t rest knowing you were suffering, it didn’t sit right with him.

Heeseung left your brother’s room and walked over to your room, he softly knocked and he could your groan and shuffling towards the door.

“For the last time leave me-“ You started thinking it was your brother but stopped when you saw Heesueng’s worried eyes looking at you

You looked at him and you nervously gulped, you knew your eyes were bloodshot red so you looked away and fixed your posture.

“What do you want? It’s very clearly past midnight” Your voice was meant to come off harsh but it didn’t, your voice always softened when you were with Heeseung

“Can I come in?” You rolled your eyes and scoffed but despite your actions, you left the door opened and walked back to your bed

Heeseung took this as permission to enter, he softly closed the door behind him. He saw you lay back down on your bed, your back facing him.

It’d been a while since he was last in your room, but he didn’t want to think about those times right now. His main focus was on you.

“How are you feeling?” He sat down on the floor next to your bed, he didn’t want to intrude and sit on your bed so he opted for the floor

“Like crap”

There was a silence after that, it wasn’t those uncomfortable silences, it was rather tense but comfortable.

“When did it happen?” Heesueng knew what you meant and he cleared his throat, he didn’t want to talk about it worried it might upset you more

“Just tell me Heeseung”

“That time we came to pick your brother up for the party” It was nearly over a week ago when this happened and your ex boyfriend had the audacity to act lovey dovey with you after what he did

You scoffed, you were more angry than sad. You spent hours crying for the male who spent a whole week acting like everything was fine. You sat up and looked to Heeseung who admired you, you didn’t know why he looked at you like this .

“I could be a better boyfriend than him” You scoffed and shook your head into your hands, you were laughing at his words

Heeseung’s success to take your mind off it made him happy, he laughed with you. You thought Heeseung was only joking around the sensitive topic to make you laugh, you didn’t realize that he was serious until you looked up to face him.

He was recovering from laughing and the way he looked at you, you knew his statement held a sense of truth to it. You gulped down and looked away from him.

“Why are you sitting on the floor?” You opted to ask to change the tension that was rising

“I don’t want to intrude”

“You’re acting as if you’ve never been in here before” Your words came out before you could properly think about you, you stared at him with wide eyes which he did the same

He didn’t expect you to mention anything so it was to his surprise that you had said that. You cursed at yourself for voicing out your thought, but it must have been the exhaustion you felt because you were no longer caring.

“I just want to respect your privacy. It’s been a while since I’ve last been in here” He gulped, carefully choosing his words the last thing he wanted was to be kicked out of your room and have you hate him

“That’s my fault. I never wanted for us to end that way”You mumbled to yourself but Heeseung heard you and he felt his heart flip, what did you mean by that?

“It happens, some things are supposed to die in order to bloom” Heeseung’s were bittersweet on your heart, you smiled to yourself, you felt foolish for thinking that there was something still there

“If I could go back in time, I would stop myself for making the biggest mistake of my life” Heeseung thought you meant meeting your ex boyfriend which was valid, you did spend over five months with him

“What mistake?” He still asked, he wanted the confirmation on his assumption, to prove the hidden desire in his heart wrong

“Ending us” You didn’t prove his desire wrong, your words made Heeseung want to get up from the floor and confess his undying love for you but he stayed strong and stayed put on the floor

The silences that lingered in the air was suffocating, you don’t know why you were spurting the truths that rested in your heart. Your mind wasn’t thinking straight and it was going to be the downfall of you if you didn’t stop.

“You regret it?” Heeseung’s voice was so soft you almost missed it, you hummed at his words, you couldn’t bear looking into his eyes any longer

You would end up giving into the desires that you’ve tried to suppress after all this time since summer if this continued on any longer.

“I miss you” You whipped your head to Heeseung who continued to only stare at you, his gaze not faltering off of you

Heeseung knew he shouldn’t have those words but he couldn’t hold them back anymore. He at least wanted you to know that he missed you. He missed you so badly and what you both had.

He just wanted to go back home, back in your arms.

“Heeseung where were you last night? I woke up and you were no where to be found” Your brother asked his best friend, this caused Heeseung to freeze but quickly regained his composure

“I was there, I never left” Heeseung lied, he knew it was wrong to lie to his best friend but when it came to you, he would lie as much as he needed to

“I swear I saw you gone”

“You must have been dreaming, I didn’t move since we fell asleep last night”

“Huh I must have” Your brother shrugged his shoulders believing Heeseung’s words

Your brother believed in his words not realizing that Heeseung had to sneak back into your brother’s room after accidentally falling asleep in your room that night.

A month had passed since your breakup and you could say with full confidence that you moved on from your ex boyfriend. The times you would see him around, he made sure to steer clear of you. He took Heeseung and your brother’s threat to heart, that if he even so happened looks in your direction, he could say goodbye to his face.

You moved on with your life and continued on, you wouldn’t let something like that affect your life. You live and you learn that was the mentality you had for the whole situation.

You thought that would be the last thing you would have to worry about under the category of relationships but Heeseung seemed to have others plan.

Heeseung began to stick to you like gum and wasn’t afraid of hiding it, especially in front of your brother. You tried to push Heeseung away not knowing what he was trying to instigate but he only came back ten times stronger.

“Heeseung leave her alone” Your brother scoffed seeing Heeseung bother you

He had came over to hang out with your brother but the moment his eyes landed on you walking out of your room, he immediately attached himself to you.

“You heard him, leave me alone” You tried shoving Heeseung’s face away but he only continued to bother you even more

“Help me!” You called out for your brother to help but he only stared in amusement before laughing loudly seeing you struggling to get rid of Heeseung

You don’t know what changed in Heeseung but it was definitely something you weren’t ready to unravel. You were afraid that this might lead to the very desire you tried to prevent from happening.

“You know I could treat you way better than that crappy ex of yours”

“I can be a way better boyfriend than him”

“Heeseung just shut up”

He was supposed to be in your brother’s room sleeping, but instead he sat at your desk spewing nonsense late at night.

This was a daily occurrence during the past three weeks. Heeseung would at least sleep over at your house five days out of the week and at night he never stayed in your brother’s room.

He always somehow found his way to your bedroom door, waiting for you to open the door and groan before letting him inside.

“I’m just saying the truth”

“Sure you are” You sat up against your bed frame playing with your sheets, whenever Heeseung came into your room these were what most of the conversation consisted of

“I’m serious, if you let me I promise to always make you happy” You rolled your eyes at his words not realizing Heesueng getting up from your desk and making his way to you

When you finally realized what he was doing, you froze.

“You know my heart belongs to you right? You can ask for anything and I’ll give it to you without hesitation. That’s just the power you have over me”

“Ever since last summer, you’ve always been on my mind and it drives me insane. My mind only replays the memories with you and it makes me wish I could relive those moments again”

“I miss our late night drives, us sneaking around, me being able to have you in my arms. I miss my life when it had you in it”

“That summer made me realize that I’m just stupidly in love with you and I don’t know how much longer I can go without you”

With each word Heeseung told you, each time you felt your heart fill, ready to explode. He took a stride with each sentence until he was in front of your bed.

He was hesitant just for a moment before climbing onto your bed. As you watched him, your breathing was no where to be found.

Heeseung had you caged between him and your bed frame.

It’s been too long since you’ve last seen him so up close, that it made all the feelings you hid rise again ready to show him, he made you feel the same way.

Heeseung head was close in front of you that you felt his breath fanning against yours. You swore he could hear the thumping of your heart against your chest. He looked straight into your eyes as you admired his features just like how you used to.

“You can tell me right now if you don’t want this to happen”

“I’ll walk out of your room right now and go back into your brother’s room and we can pretend this never happened. Just say the word and I’ll do it” Heeseung waited for any signs of rejection

To his satisfaction, there were no signs of it. Your eyes just zeroed in on the lips that you’ve clearly missed.

Heeseung smirked before hovering his lip over yours. He was so close yet he felt so far.

“Once we do this, there’s no going back. You’re going to be stuck with me” Heeseung mumbled and you smiled at his words before wrapping your arms around him and crashing your lips onto his

The lost puzzle pieces finally found each other again in form of you and Heeseung. The way your lips moved, it seemed as if they were solely made for each other. The kiss was desperate, trying to make up for the months missed.

Your hands roughly ruffled into Heeseung’s hair, he had one hand holding your waist while the other laid on your cheek.

“Bet you waited for me to come crawling back into your arms” He muttered against you as he planted pecks everywhere on your face

You giggled feeling his soft kisses, you missed him too much to your liking.

“No, I think that was you” Heeseung’s kisses were moving from your cheek to your jaw then down to your neck, he hummed against you

“Yeah it was definitely me” You played with his hair as he placed kisses on your neck, you were trying to keep down your giggles

The last thing you wanted was to wake up your parents or worse your brother.

Kissing soon came back to place a more loving kiss on your lips. The kiss was soft and warm just like how they’ve always been. Neither of you just couldn’t get enough after being deprived of each other for so long.

All worries that lingered faded into oblivion to only be replaced with the moment that the two of you had been longing for.

The summer fling was finally making it’s comeback but it seemed to be forgotten of the biggest problem. Your brother, Heeseung’s best friend.

You happily walked around school, it’s already been two weeks since you and Heeseung official started dating (behind everyone’s back of course). Your relationship with Heeseung was completely different than the relationship you had with your ex.

He was right, he was definitely a better boyfriend. Even though, you guys had to sneak around, Heeseung didn’t deprive you in the slightest. He started waking up early in order to give you and unfortunately your brother a ride to school.

He would leave gifts in your locker to get you through the day, he would send sweet nothings in messages. Whenever he saw you alone in the hall, he would give a quick peck on your cheek before walking away like nothing.

Heeseung made you feel like you living in cloud nine and you weren’t complaining in the slightest. The relationship was obviously different from the one you two shared over the summer.

This time he was actually yours and you were actually his. The two of you were no longer just a summer fling.

As you turned a corner, you were suddenly grabbed off to the side where no one could see. Before you could say anything, your face was plastered with kisses, you saw Heeseung smiling at you before placing multiple kisses against your lips.

You giggled against him and he felt like the luckiest person in the world. He had the girl of his dreams.

“Hi” He giggled before placing a longer kiss on your lips, you hummed happily before pushing him away

“You can’t do that here, what if someone sees?”

“Who cares if they see? At least they’ll know I’m your boyfriend” Heeseung planted more kisses all over your face causing you to erupt in giggles, he was smiling so hard hearing you

It made him proud that he was finally able to be yours after waiting for so long.

But before the little moment could last any longer, Heeseung’s phone vibrates. He pulled away from you and sighed deeply before pulling out his phone, he already knew who it was.

He answered your brother’s call and put his best voice on.

“Hey what’s up?”

“I was just in the bathroom, give me a minute I’ll be over there soon”

Heesueng hung up the call and looked back at you apologetically. You only smiled and creased his face softly, he melted against your touch.

“I’ll see you tonight?” Heeseung placed one last kiss on your lips, neither of you wanted the moment to end

You nodded at his words, he let out a sad smile before fixing himself to seem more presentable before walking away to meet up with you brother.

You smiled dumbly as you brought your finger to touch you lips that already missed Heeseung. You knew it was wrong to be in a relationship with your older brother’s best friend but you couldn’t help it.

You fell in love with Heeseung and you were willing to deal with the consequences of dating him.

Your brother had called you to the living room. You thought it was harmless, but once you saw your boyfriend Heeseung, head hanging low as he faced the ground. You knew that your brother found out.

When you sat down next to Heeseung, you could feel his head lift up to just look at you. He gave you a warm smile to ease you tension and it almost worked until your brother loudly cleared his throat.

“So who wants to explain why I got sent pictures and a video of you two kissing?” Your brother’s voice was dark but eerily calm

“Listen-“ You tried to say but stopped when you brother raised his hand to stop you, you realized he didn’t want your response, he wanted Heeseung’s

You looked at Heeseung, you could see the anxiousness and fear in his eyes as he looked around the floor. He took a deep breath before sighing and looking up to face your brother.

Heeseung grabbed your hand into his before staring right at your brother who glared at him.

“Because we are dating” Heeseung ripped the band-aid off, he knew what he was doing but he didn’t want to beat around the bush any longer

If your brother was going to find out, Heeseung was going to make sure he finds out in the realest way possible.

“How do I know you’re not just screwing with my sister?”

“Because I’m not saying it as her boyfriend, I’m saying it to you as your best friend”

“And you just expect me to believe that? You sure as hell had no problem lying straight to my face to sneak behind my back with my sister”

“You’re supposed to be my best friend”

“I am your best friend”

“I specifically told you don’t go near my sister and what do you do? You go behind my back and crawl to her”

“I did that because I love her” Those last three words were what changed everything in that moment, you and your brother stared at Heeseung who held his jaw tight, you could feel the shaky hold he had in your hand

You placed your other hand ontop of your intertwined hands and Heeseung looked at you. You gave the most warmest smile he could ever know and he knew he wanted no one else but you.

“You what?” Your brother couldn’t believe his ears

“I love her. I’m so sorry if that makes me the most crappiest friend in the world, but I am so deeply in love with your sister”

The were was a long silence, no one said anything m. Your brother looked away from the two of you before getting up from his seat and walking away, leaving the both of you alone.

You wanted to go after him but you knew he needed time to think. You looked at Heeseung who let out a relieved sigh, almost as if he’s been waiting for so long to say those words.

“So you love me huh?” Heeseung gave you his infamous smile that you adored the moment you laid your eyes on it

“Yes, I love you” When you heard those three words, you knew you wanted Heeseung to be your last love

“Well it’s a good thing I love you too” Heeseung broke out into an even brighter smile, his hand held onto yours tighter before placing a quick kiss on your cheek

You giggled at his action and pushed him away with your intertwined hands. Heeseung stared at you with such admiration that it seemed like he loved you his whole life.

Your brother who walked away witnessed all of this. In all his time of being best friends with Heeseung, never once has he seen him like this.

Heeseung was so smitten over you.

Just for a moment, your brother let out a soft smile looking at the two of you but was soon replaced with a loud groan. He felt so confused with himself.

He only ever wanted was to protect you and have you happy so to see you so happy and dare he say it, in love with his best friend. For some reason he felt satisfied, like his wish was granted by none other than his best friend.

Seeing the two of you was able to switch something in your brother. He realized that he wouldn’t want it to be anyone else making you so happy, even if it’s was Heeseung.

Your brother stepped back into the living room and you and Heeseung stopped your giggling and separated from each, hands still intertwined though.

Your brother sighed deeply and pinched his nose. He doesn’t know if he could get use to seeing you and Heeseung together, but he guess he can put up with it for you two.

“Heeseung you better not hurt her” Your brother warned and it was as if it was music to his ears, Heeseung got up and hugged his best friend tightly

“I promise I won’t” Your brother tried to push Heeseung away and you only giggled, when the two finally pulled away, your brother gaze was soft when he looked to you

He smiled and you got up and walked over to your brother. He opened his arms for a hug, he knew it was rare for the two of you to share skinship but it was these moments where it didn’t matter.

You walked into his arms and you both hugged each other tightly.

“Take care of each other okay? If he does anything, tell me so that I can beat him up” You laughed at your brother’s word, you nodded your head and pulled away from the hug and turned to your boyfriend

The two of you smiled happily at each other before embracing each other into a tight hug. Neither of you had expected being caught, but you definitely didn’t expect for your brother to support it.

Yet, you were thankful that you no longer to sneak around and hide your relationship with Heeseung, that you could now openly love him.

Heeseung was beyond grateful that he could finally now show the world just how madly in love he is with you.

And you hate to admit it, but you’re thankfully for your your brother joining your parents that trip during summer.

Because without that trip, you would’ve never fallen for you brother’s best friend.

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On Thin Ice

Part 1 - Word Count 1822

Part 2

Best Friends Brother/Forced Proximity

The pulsing bass of the music reverberated through the dimly lit club, bodies moved in rhythm on the crowded dance floor, bathed in the kaleidoscope of lights that flashed overhead.

At the center of it all stood Y/n, perched behind the sleek bar, expertly mixing drinks with a practiced hand.

Her eyes scanned the room with a cool detachment, taking in the eclectic mix of patrons who frequented the club night after night. Some were regulars, seeking refuge from the monotony of their daily lives, while others were newcomers drawn in by the promise of excitement and escape.

Among the throng of revelers, one figure stood out from the rest. Tall and confident, with a mischievous glint in his eye, was Jack Hughes, the famous hockey player whose presence seemed to command attention wherever he went. He was surrounded by his teammates, their laughter mingling with the music as they enjoyed the music.

Y/n watched them from afar, unimpressed by the spectacle they created. To her, they were just another group of entitled athletes looking for a good time.

But little did she know, Jack had already set his sights on her, intrigued by the challenge of winning over the one person in the club who seemed immune to his charms.

With a confident stride, she reaches their table and addresses the group with a professional smile. "Good evening, gentlemen. What can I get for you tonight?" she asks, her voice steady despite the loud music.

The other players eagerly place their orders, but Jack remains silent, his gaze fixed elsewhere as if she doesn't even exist. Y/n clears her throat, determined not to let his dismissive attitude get to her. Locking eyes with Jack, she holds his gaze, silently challenging him to acknowledge her presence.

After a moment, Jack finally meets her gaze, his expression guarded. Y/n holds his stare, refusing to back down. She leans in slightly, her voice dropping to a low murmur.

"Is there something I can help you with or are you just here to ignore me?" she says, her tone laced with a hint of sarcasm.

The other players begin cracking up amongst themselves, sensing the tension between Y/n and Jack. Jack's lips twitch with the hint of a smirk, intrigued by Y/n's defiance, not expecting her to address him so boldly.

"Surprise me," he finally replies, his voice low and husky.

Y/n raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Alright then, consider it done," she says, before turning on her heel and heading back to the bar to prepare their drinks without a second glance. Y/n could hear them laughing even from behind the bar.

She steps behind the bar, the familiar rhythm of the club pulses through the wooden counter beneath her hands. She leans in, her movements fluid and practiced as she retrieves the necessary bottles from the shelves. The scent of alcohol and sweat mingles in the air, a constant backdrop to the cacophony of sound that fills the room.

With a steady hand, Y/n pours Jack's drink, the liquid flowing smoothly into the glass as she measures out the perfect amount.

Despite the chaos of the club around her, Y/n's movements are precise and deliberate, a testament to her few years of experience behind the bar. She knows this environment like the back of her hand, and she thrives in its fast-paced energy.

As she finishes pouring the drink, she takes a moment to savor the sense of calm that washes over her. Y/n approaches the table once again, carrying the tray of drinks, she can feel the weight of Jack's gaze on her.

She sets down the shots for the other players, exchanging friendly nods and smiles with them before finally reaching Jack.

With deliberate care, Y/n places Jack's drink in front of him, her fingers brushing against his hand for the briefest of moments. She meets his eyes, holding his gaze steadily as she waits for his reaction. Jack's expression softens slightly, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features before he takes the shot glass in hand.

Their fingers brush again, this time lingering for a fraction of a second longer, sending a jolt of electricity through Y/n's veins.

"Thanks," Jack murmurs, his voice surprisingly gentle. With a simple nod, she returns to her duties behind the bar. She takes note of the two blondes leaning in close to each other, their heads bent together in whispered conversation.

They shoot furtive glances in the direction of the players' table, their giggles growing louder with each passing moment. Curiosity getting the better of her, Y/n approaches them with a quizzical smile.

"Everything alright, ladies? Need anything else?" she asks, her tone light but tinged with a hint of suspicion.

The blondes exchange a quick glance before one of them, a petite girl with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, speaks up. "Oh, we're just admiring the view," she says with a playful wink.

Y/n raises an eyebrow, her lips quirking into a half-smile. "Is that so? Well, I hear he has a thing for blondes," she replies, her voice tinged with amusement.

The girls look over at Jack, obviously trying to get his attention. This catches Jacks eye, and he quickly looks over at the two. Jack smiles a bit and then whispers something to his teammates. After he pulled away, they all began to laugh, he looked back at the drunk girls and smiles.

Y/n huffs out a laugh at the interaction before checking her watch, noting it was time to take her break. She headed straight to the more secluded area of the club, finding the lounge and plopping down on its couch. The soft hum of distant chatter fills the air, a soothing backdrop to her thoughts as she allows herself to unwind.

She takes the moment alone to relax in the quiet of the club before there’s a knock on the door frame. Y/n looks up to find Jack standing there, his grin wide and infectious as he meets her gaze. The sight of him catches her off guard, momentarily stealing her breath away.

With a playful twinkle in his eye, Jack saunters into the room with a casual confidence, closing the door behind him with a soft click. Y/n raises an eyebrow, her expression a mixture of amusement and skepticism as Jack enters the room. "Lost sweetheart?" she quips.

Jack chuckles, undeterred by her dismissive demeanor. "No, just looking for a moment to relax," he replies, his grin widening as he settles onto the couch beside her. Y/n rolls her eyes, her lips quirking into a half-smile despite herself.

"So, what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" he asks, his tone playful as he tries to strike up a conversation.

Y/n scoffs, her eyes narrowing slightly as she sizes him up. "Working, if you must know," she replies, her tone clipped as she crosses her arms over her chest.

Jack's laughter fills the air, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Ah, the glamorous life of a bartender," he says, his voice laced with mock sympathy. "I bet you see all kinds of interesting characters in here."

Y/n chuckles, her eyes dancing with amusement. "You have no idea," she replies, her tone light but tinged with a hint of sarcasm. "Let's just say, it's never boring."

But just as their banter begins to flow, the atmosphere in the room shifts. One of the blondes from earlier stumbles into the lounge, her presence immediately commanding attention.

She teeters unsteadily on her heels, her gaze fixed on Jack with single-minded determination. Y/n can feel the tension in the room shift, the easy rapport between her and Jack faltering in the face of this unexpected interruption.

The blonde sidles up to Jack, her movements clumsy and awkward as she tries to capture his attention. "Hey there, handsome," she slurs, her voice loud and grating in the quiet of the lounge. "Wanna dance?"

Jack's smile falters slightly at the intrusion, his eyes flickering with discomfort as he tries to navigate the situation. "Um, I'm sorry, I'm actually in the middle of something right now," he says, his voice strained as he tries to politely decline her offer.

But the blonde refuses to take no for an answer, her persistence bordering on desperation. She reaches out to touch Jack's arm, her voice growing louder as she tries to coax him into joining her on the dance floor.

Y/n can see the discomfort written plainly on his face. Without missing a beat, she leaps into action, determined to rescue him from the awkward situation. "Sorry, but Jack promised me the next dance," Y/n interjects smoothly.

Jack's eyes widen in surprise at the unexpected rescue, but he quickly recovers, shooting Y/n a grateful smile. "Yeah, sorry about that," he says, his tone apologetic as he stands up from the couch. "Duty calls, I guess."

With a quick nod to the bewildered blonde, Y/n and Jack make their escape, slipping out of the lounge without a backward glance. As they make their way through the club, Y/n can't help but chuckle at the absurdity of their excuse.

As they reach the crowded dance floor, Y/n suddenly becomes acutely aware of how close they are, the heat of Jack's presence sending a shiver down her spine. Clearing her throat awkwardly, Y/n takes a small step back, putting a safe distance between them.

"Well, that was... interesting," she says, her voice slightly strained as she tries to regain her composure. “I uhm need to get back to work.”

Jack's hand reaches out, gently catching her wrist and halting her in her tracks. She turns to face him, her gaze meeting his in the soft purple lights that cascade from above, casting a dreamlike glow over their exchange.

"Hey, before you go," Jack says, his voice smooth and confident. "I was wondering if I could get your number. You know, in case I need rescuing from any more blonde bombshells."

She quirks an eyebrow at his cheeky remark, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. She tilts her head to the side, considering his request for a moment before responding.

"Well," she says, her tone teasing but tinged with a hint of approval. "I guess you're not gonna be my knight in shining armor after all." Jack chuckles, his smile widening at her playful jab. "I'll take that as a yes," he says, his voice tinged with relief as he reaches into his pocket for his phone.

But before he can enter her number, Y/n leans in close, her breath warm against his ear as she whispers, "It’s actually a no."

With a playful wink, she steps back, her heart pounding in her chest as she turns and walks away, leaving Jack standing there in the hallway, his mind reeling with the thrill of their encounter.

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