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𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 : part 3

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PAIRING ▸ lee heeseung x fem bodied!reader

SUMMARY ▸ heeseung makes progress towards isa becoming his girlfriend- until he doesn't and you wonder if he made it backfire on purpose.

WORD COUNT ▸ 10,956

GENRE ▸ enemies 2 lovers, angst, SMUT ; blowjob, almost? sex lol, masturbation

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HEESEUNG THOUGHT HIS AWFUL LUCK HAD TURNED AROUND WHEN HIS TEACHER ASSIGNED HIM AND LEE ISA TO CLEAN THE CLASSROOM TOGETHER.

heeseung had never thought he’d enjoy staying after school to clean the classroom. he knows that he’s going to be late to practice, but he could care less about how mad his coach will be when he finds out that not only was he late- that he was late because he came into class late that day.

heeseung describes himself as an honest man- and to be an honest man he must admit that he doesn’t have the best track record when it comes to school or his attendance (or girls) and it wasn’t new to him that his teacher punished him to clean the class once everyone was gone. usually, he’d play the practice card and his teacher would sigh but let him off- but today, when lee isa stepped foot into the classroom a minute late after him he seemed to have lost that card.

he thought it was unusual for good girl lee isa to be late to class- because she was never late for class. her attendance was perfect as well. heeseung thinks it’s another part about her that he likes.

heeseung has thought many times about lee isa and what he likes about her; from her perfect nose and smile to the way the ends of her bang on her right side curls inwards. but what he wants most is how she’s so different from him. the main difference is that he knows she wouldn’t hurt someone- ever.

heeseung cringes at the thought of him hurting people. memories of ex-friends ’faces getting so red with anger, girls he had just hooked up with crying in front of him- and you- flash through his mind.

heeseung isn’t sure what exactly caused him and you to not be able to converse calmly with each other- but it happened around freshman year from what he remembers. his memories with you aren’t the best and some of them make him laugh when he thinks about your reactions and expressions to the things he’s done or said to you. he thinks that you’re always the one to start things- that you can never take a joke and god, that’s all he knows how to do.

he knows that you always say he isn’t self-aware of what he does- but he knows he is. it’s part of his guilty conscience that keeps him up at night. and maybe his self-awareness wasn’t always up to one hundred percent- but it’s definitely grown as of the beginning of his senior year.

he’s so self-aware now that he can realize that not every fight is started by you- though he’s sure you know how to get right under his skin- get him so annoyed that he says things he regrets; like certain insults that he knows hit your insecure bone or posting embarrassing pictures or videos (the iconic vomit vid) of you when you’ve begged him not to.

heeseung used to swear that you have done worse to him than you have done to him, but now he’s not too sure.

heeseung hates to think that you and he have been sworn enemies in every life the both of you had the chance of living together- because he hopes you don't go the rest of your lives hating each other. or more so, that you don’t go the rest of your life hating him.

he wonders if you ever think the same.

heeseung caught the way you wiggled your eyebrows at him obnoxiously when you left the classroom with the other students for the end of the day. he knows that you’re only spending time with him so that you can become better for jake and that it gets isa out of the way of jake for you- but recently sometimes it feels like the two of you are truly just friends.

and heeseung knows his past self would hate to think it, but he’s been having actual fun with you. In fact, the thoughts of you are filling his mind so much that he almost completely misses the way isa speaks to him.

“hm?” heeseung snaps his head to the pretty girl, “sorry?”

isa’s pretty laugh fills the ugly classroom, “i asked why you were late this morning.”

“oh,” heeseung picks up a broom that was leaning against the wall, “I’m always late.”

“well yeah, but there’s no cause for your lateness?” heeseung picks up on isa’s suggesting tone and he raises an eyebrow up at her to question it, “you know, like y/n?”

heeseung feels his eyes widen at her question and part of him feels anxious that he had been speaking out loud, “what?- uh- no!” he cringes at himself yet again. isa’s pretty lips form a suspicious smirk. “really, y/n and i- it’s different.”

“different?” isa stops cleaning the chalkboard, “different how?”

“different like-” heeseung pauses to think about how he should word his next sentence, “like we’re not really together-together if you know what i mean.”

isa still looks confused but nods anyways and turns back to her cleaning, “so do you like each other?”

“we’re just friends.”

isa nods and heeseung focuses on sweeping, hoping that he didn’t just mess up literally everything- which reminds him, “is there anyone that you like?”

isa laughs at heeseung’s rushed-out question, “like in a ‘we’re not really together together way or in an ‘i want to date them’ way?”

“in an ‘i want to date them’ way.”

isa spins on her heel and leans against the newly cleaned board, “why?” she bites her lip and looks up into heeseung’s eyes.

“uh,” heeseung gulps as her eyes pierce so seductively into his own, “well because you know who i’m into- or who i’m not into i mean.”

isa makes a noise to think and she picks at her freshly done nails, “i mean there is a boy that i’m interested in.”

heeseung feels his heart pick up the pace at her words- his body filling with anxiousness and excitement that he struggles with his own body to keep calm and try to think of something to say, “there is?”

“yeah,” isa says with a sweet smile on her lips that makes heeseung want to drop to his knees, “do you want to know?”

“yes.” heeseung states and the quickness of his response shakes isa and him, but isa has a better way of hiding it than he does.

isa twirls her fingers in her pretty hair and takes a few steps towards heeseung so now that she’s a meter in front of him, the height difference is something that neither of them can ignore as heeseung has his whole head and neck bent down to look at her, “well, he’s on the soccer team.”

heeseung curses in his head when he figures it’s jake that she’s talking about and he wishes for a second that he didn’t even ask the stupid question until- “and he’s always late for class.”

“is he?” heeseung feels his confidence return and he’s smirking down at her.

“yeah, but i wasn’t sure if he liked me or not until very recently.”

“oh?” heeseung leans his hands and chin on the broom handle, “and what was the verdict?”

isa smirks back at him and he doesn’t know what is about to happen but he knows that this is something he’s been wishing for for four years and it’s almost everything he’s dreamed of as he steps even closer to him. he can smell her perfume as they look at each other with the same want and lust in their eyes.

heeseung felt like he was on cloud nine from it all.

“you guys can go now,” their teacher popped her head into the classroom, her eyes scanning its cleanliness before her eyes landed on the two of them, “what’re you two up to?”

“nothing mrs.kim!” isa steps back, sweeping up her backpack to throw it over her shoulder, “again, i’m so sorry for being late today! i’m sure it won’t become a regular occurrence!”

“it better not be, unless you want to end up like him,” mrs park teases them as she nods her head at heeseung who is still leaning over the broom with his jaw clenched. “let’s go heeseung, don’t want the coach to be madder at you then he probably already is.” heeseung shakes his head to clear it, smiling at isa who waves to him over their teachers’ shoulder.

their teacher rushing him to practice makes him forget to remind himself to ask isa why she was late for the first time ever today- plus the memories of his and isa’s interaction seem like something better to think about.

the longer you stood outside the party waiting for heeseung the more you hated his guts.

the porch isn’t just occupied by your fuming self but other couples who were making out and smoking. some other kids are laying on the lawn in front of you and you don’t even want to know what they are up to.

it would be your first party that you attended as a ‘couple’. heeseung and you had planned to meet up at the party (god forbid he meets your mother again) so you can walk in together.

fall has officially set into the air and it is making goosebumps rise on your legs from the fabric of your dress not covering them. you have been spamming heeseung with texts for the past ten minutes and he was not answering any of them. you start to wonder if he’s ignoring you and if he’s not going to show up to this party at all.

“hey, y/n, what’re you doing?” you turn at the mention of your name and see jake standing on the porch besides you. his blonde hair falls messily into his eyes and his tan skin looks so pretty in the mix of the moon and porch light.

“just getting some air,” you lie to him and it scares you how easily it seemed to be. you couldn’t tell him that your freshly new boyfriend is potentially ditching you at the moment.

“oh?” jake looks down at your body and then back up to your face, “do you think you’ve had enough? you look awfully cold.”

and suddenly your lying skills are out the window, “uh, no! i’m fine.” jake quirks an eyebrow up at your answer.

“ok, well do you want to come back inside? i lost the guys a while ago and I haven't seen the girls since we all got here.”

“sure,” your mood brightened up at the idea of being with jake. he smiles sweetly at you and you follow him back inside.

there seem to be more people at this party than any of the ones you’ve gone to before and it’s very hard to squeeze your way through the crowd. you’re nervous that you'll lose jake since he’s ahead of you.

suddenly, indicating that he was thinking the same thing he snakes his hand behind himself and grabs hold of your wrist, dragging you successfully behind him now. you try not to focus on the warmth from his skin onto your cold one and try to not lose him.

you both finally stop when you’re in the kitchen and he’s passing you a cup that some other guys are handing out. you’re leaning against the kitchen wall when he joins you with his own.

“i think they’re gonna run out of liquor soon with all the people here,” jake nods towards the crowded living room, “this was like the last of the vodka.”

“why are there so many people here?” you ask him curiously.

“choi yeonjun’s back in town for the weekend.”

“yeonjun?” your voice raises excitedly. “i haven’t seen him in over a year.”

“oh god,” jake groans and leans against the wall beside you, “you’re not gonna ditch me for choi yeonjun too are you?”

you quirk an eyebrow up at him, “what do you mean ‘too’?”

“i mean, haven’t you already ditched me for heeseung?”

“what? no!” you exclaim, “i wouldn’t ditch you for anyone- not heeseung or yeonjun.” jake smiles down at that and he sticks out his pinky finger at you.

“pinky promise?”

you smile and link your finger with his, “pinky promise.”

“good, because i need someone else that’s sober to help me every time our friends get too wasted to get home themselves.”

this time you groan at the memories of both of you dragging chaeryeong off of a lawn chair into the car and the time at sunghoon’s birthday party when both of you had to clean up sunghoon’s vomit from all over the kitchen. your reaction makes jake laugh and your stomach clenches at the sound of it.

“you know, heeseung is pretty lucky to have you,” jake takes a sip of his drink as your eyes widen in shock, “you’re a really great person, y/n.”

in the moment all you can think about is fuck lee heeseung and fuck this stupid plan, “actually jake,” you start and jake’s eyes squint in confusion at you.

a wave of guilt washes over you for some reason and you aren’t sure why. maybe it’s because you’ve been lying to jake for months now. maybe it’s because your friends are going to lose trust in you when they find out you've been lying. or maybe it’s because you feel like you’re going behind heeseung’s back right now.

“jake! come over here!” jay’s voice calls from the other side of the room- over the loud music and talking of all the other people. both of you turn and look at jay who’s waving over jake and is drastically pointed at isa who has her back turned to him. you catch the way jake’s eyes lighten up at the sight of isa who is standing with her friends.

“i’ll see you later, y/n.” jake says without even looking at you, just walking over with his drink still in his hand, jay pats him on the back as he walks past him as well and goes straight up to isa. isa looks just as happy as he does to see him. your heart hurts more at the sight of them hugging quickly in a friendly manner.

you curse lee heeseung for not being here and for making you not be able to open your mouth quicker.

jay’s waving at you catches your eye and he’s calling you over as well, but you couldn’t stand the thought of being so close to jake and isa who was now bending over into each other’s ears and whispering so only they would be able to hear each other. you only shake your head gently with a playful scowl on your face at jay, making him look confused at you. luckily, sunghoon pulls his arm around jay and distracts him, making jay forget about his still position against the wall.

you feel confused as you stand by yourself and watch all your friends have fun amid the big crowd in the living room. the music seems silent while your thoughts are loud and racing. you aren’t sure why you’re feeling so confused, but your stomach turns in disgust every time your eyes drift over jake and isa together.

it’s jealousy and anger mixing around in your chest and you want it all to go away. you feel frustrated that jake and your relationship seem to be stagnant when it could and should be so much more.

you can’t help but think that you’re perfect for each other.

well at least in your mind you’re perfect for each other.

you have fun with jake when you are hanging out with your other friends. the surfing lessons he gave you the past summer were the only times you were alone together- plus everyone else that was at the beach that day. even then, you didn’t get to talk to each other about anything besides the party the night before, your friends or surfing. it makes you wonder what you guys actually know about each other.

“dude i’m so sorry i’m late,” a presence stands beside you (and it luckily blocks your view of isa and jake) and you instantly can tell who it is without looking at him, “coach was kicking my ass because of detention earlier- which by the way- was awesome!” when heeseung saw the distant look in your eyes that weren’t looking at him he stopped, “what’s wrong? you look like you’re about to cry or kill someone.”

“i’m going to kill someone.”

“ou, who?” heeseung turns to look out at the people partying, excited to hear about it. until he felt a harsh slap to his bicep again, “ow!”

“you! i’m going to kill you!” you were grateful for the loud music now.

“what why? i said i’m sorry for being late! i couldn’t tell the coach i needed to leave his punishment practice to party!”

you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, you could barely look at him right now with all the thoughts of him and jake crossing through your mind at the same time. “are your parents home tonight?”

“no, why?” he asks you, not taking his eyes off of your angry figure.

“because i want to fuck so let’s go.” you grab his wrist of the arm you had hit earlier and start to pull him through the crowds of people. you ignored the looks you were getting as you bumped them to their sides and the calls of your name from heeseung behind you. you only listened to him when you both stood out on the street outside of the house party. “what?”

honestly, heeseung had thought you had lost it. he thought you were so drunk and blinded by whatever had made you so pissed that he thought your brain had stopped working.

“i mean, you want to fuck-fuck or like, just do what we usually do.”

“heeseung,” you grab a hold of both of his upper arms so he looks down into your eyes, “i want your dick inside of me.” and now heeseung thinks his brain is close to stopping as well since “y/n wants me to take her v card” fills up his mind and stops any other thoughts of forming.

“are- are you sure? i mean you said before-” heeseung tries to process what you’re saying and what you want.

“i don’t care what i said before.” you snap at him, “i’m tired of being inexperienced and i’m tired of watching jake fuck every other girl and not me! so please heeseung, just take me back to your house so we can fuck.”

heeseung says ok and then you’re both speeding walking back to his house, little laughs falling out both of your mouths. and although heeseung said ok, he doesn’t feel ok. it's fun almost running through the streets with you so you can get into bed together sooner- but there’s a feeling behind it that makes him feel uneasy.

he thinks if you were any other girl that was begging for him to fuck her and to take her virginity he wouldn’t have thought twice about it- hell he wouldn’t even bother taking her back to his house, he’d find a spot somewhere on the lawn and fuck her there.

but with you it’s different. and he’s quickly realizing that everything about you is different. so he thinks that he should treat you differently.

i want to give a very small TW here just in case: reader says to stop during sex- and heeseung does immediately!

but it’s still so hard to when you’re ripping off his shirt before you’re even fully inside of his bedroom. you’re smashing your lips against his so messily and your hands are trailing down his toned chest. it turns heeseung on that you’re trying to take the lead and have so much confidence compared to the other times.

heeseung had mentally already prepared himself to bring you back to his house (or to an empty room at the party) to make it up to you for being so late to the party. he did not expect you to instantly drag him back out and make him take you back to his house.

“heeseung, please,” you beg him, feeling frustrated and needy. your foreheads are touching as you look at each other.

“you’re one hundred percent positive you want to do this?”

you feel a bit of doubt rush through your mind at the thought of losing your virginity to heeseung. you always imagined you would have lost it to a boy that you loved- to a boy like jake. but you understand that to get jake to love you back, you would have to do this, “yes, heeseung.”

heeseung doesn’t notice the flash of doubt in your eye and leans in to kiss you again, this time rougher and pushing you back so you’re on his bed. your hips started to move involuntarily against his hips, making him groan against your lips. you could feel the texture of his jeans rubbing against your clit through your panties.

heeseung’s hand slipped down in between your bodies and started to slink off of your panties down your legs. you could feel your bottom half now bare to his bedroom as your dress was bunched up at your hips. heeseung’s hips were still rolling into yours. heeseung’s hands were roaming your outer thighs, keeping them spread so his body could stay in between them.

heeseung pulls away from your lips first and starts to kiss down your neck, easily finding your sweet spot by now, and sucking a harsh bruise into it. you hold back your whine from the pleasure and focus on the task at hand. your hands trail down to heeseung’s crotch, rubbing over the bulge that had formed. when he feels you start to unbuckle his jeans he pulls away from you completely.

“fuck, wait.” heeseung stops and you see that his chest is breathing heavily like your own, “i gotta stretch you out first, i don’t want to hurt you.”

“no no, i’m okay,” you stop him from inching his finger towards your core. he looks up at you confused, “let’s just fuck.” you could tell that heeseung wanted to say something, but he chose not to, deciding to listen to you and shove his pants down his legs.

his cock was hard when it sprung up and it made you realize just how big he was and that he was supposed to shove his big dick into your pussy in a second and you hoped to god it wouldn’t hurt as much as your friends said it would.

heeseung rummages through his bedside drawer until he holds up a crinkly condom package. he stands in between your spread legs again, “do you want to try to put it on?”

you gulp and shake your head no, making heeseung shrug and begin to open the package himself. he slides the condom onto his dick easily, showing that he has a lot more experience than you do, and you try to not shy away at the thought. you try to think of jake and that you were doing this for jake- you were doing this so you can jake could be together.

heeseung places his dick at your entrance, making your body freeze up, “are you sure you want to do this, y/n?” heeseung asks, resisting the urge to bend down and stroke the side of your face with his thumb.

“yes, i’m ready heeseung, god,” you let out in a frustrated tone that you regretted when you saw heeseung’s concerned face drop into something more offended.

heeseung huffs but doesn't say anything as he begins to push into you, watching your face and body. when his tip slides into you he stops, catching the way your face contorted into pain, “do you want me to pull out?” heeseung’s voice is a higher pitch than normal.

you shake your head no, “just keep going, hee.” you don’t look at him as you can only focus on the sheer amount of pain you were feeling as he continued to slowly push himself into you.

you aren’t sure how much farther he slid himself into you until you couldn’t deal with the pain, “ow heeseung! okay i- i can’t.” your hand grabbed onto heeseung’s forearm, wanting to stop him from going any further.

due to your pain, you miss the way heeseung’s eyes fill with pure panic and concern at your words, “shit, y/n.” heeseung instantly pulls out of you, making you hiss with more pain. “fuck, i’m sorry, i’m so so sorry.”

your hands cover your face as you start to feel tears of frustration start to pool in your eyes. there was no way that you could ever live up to jake’s expectations at this point. he would never see you as someone he could love. if earlier in the night where he left you in an instant for isa didn’t make that clear enough to you.

you’re too distracted with trying to cover your tears from heeseung that you don’t notice him fervently rushing around his room, slipping on some sweatpants and finding a sweater for you to wear.

“y/n, here sit up,” you feel heeseung beside you again, his hand finding its way to your lower back to help you sit up on his bed. you can’t bear to look at him because you feel so disappointed in yourself for so many reasons that you can count. “do you want to change into this while i go get you some water?- or do you want to have a bath or a shower- fuck how bad does it hurt?”

“i’m fine, heeseung!” you snap at him, pushing his hand away from you, “fuck, i’m f-fine,” you repeat, this time quieter and you still haven’t looked at him.

“here, just put this on and i’ll go get some water.” heeseung put his sweater in your lap and left his room. he felt like one million thoughts were going through his mind all at once and he couldn’t help but feel guilty for hurting you. it was the last thing he had wanted to do.

when he comes back with a glass of water, he finds you under his blanket with his sweater on, the hood over your head as you lay on your side, facing the doorway. he places the glass of water on the bedside table and smiles softly at your quiet ‘thank you'.

heeseung thinks to himself that he’s never felt this awkward before in his own bedroom.

“are you going to lay down?” you ask him quietly after your eyes met silently a few times.

“do- do you want me to?” heeseung stutters, trying to think of something to do to help the situation. when you nod against his pillow he gently crawls over you so he lays closest to the wall now. you’re still laying on your side as he lays on his back, staring up at his ceiling.

heeseung wasn’t going to lie to himself or to anyone (okay maybe to you) that he hadn’t thought of fucking you before. he figured that you were more on the vanilla side until he had heard you and your friends talking about your virginity. it made something click inside of him- like he saw a different side of you from then on.

kissing you was something he hadn’t expected. it was softer than he imagined, and he liked to smell your perfume as you kissed. and he liked the sounds of you whimpering into your mouth when he takes you by surprise and presses his tongue into your mouth. your reactions to everything he does are so cute that it makes him turned on in a way he’s never felt before.

after your first set of rules had been set, he never figured that you would give him a handjob or anything of the sort- but he wasn’t disappointed when you had. he found it hard to think of anything else since it had happened. every time his hand sneaks down to his crotch late at night. all he can think about is you.

after all the times he had thought about fucking you- he had never expected it to go like that.

he wanted to say so much to you, but he didn’t want to cross any lines with you. he knew that once this deal between you was over, the two of you would go back to hating each other- to swearing at each other in front of anyone- doing anything to insult or embarrass the other. so, he didn’t understand why he cared so much and wanted to hold you.

your silent shaking makes him look over at your slumped forward figure. heeseung was suddenly hyper-aware of your sniffles filling up his bedroom.

“are you okay? i didn’t mean to hurt you, y/n i’m so sorry.”

“i’m fine, heeseung.” you respond, “i’m just disappointed and confused and it makes me sad to feel this way.”

“i’m sorry, i should’ve taken proper care of you i-.” heeseung turns to lean onto his elbow, ready to apologize with his whole heart.

“-you’re fine heeseung.” you cut him off, “it’s just- why does every other girl get to lose her virginity and have sex all the time but i can’t? it seems so easy for everyone except me.”

you hear heeseung sigh and flop down onto his back, “it’s because you like jake and not me. it’s easier to lose your virginity to someone that you actually like- someone that you want to have sex with.” when you don’t respond to him he continues, “i’m sorry, y/n. it’s not just you, i’m sure there are other girls th-.”

“kiss me.”

“w-what?” heeseung stutters again, this time out of pure shock from your words.

“i don’t want to think about it anymore- just kiss me to distract me.” you turn slightly on your back so you can look at heeseung over your shoulder, “please?”

heeseung scans your face and eyes sincerely this time, hoping to catch any sign of doubt- but ultimately finds nothing. he moves over slightly, so he’s leaning over you, his face close to yours. you catch the way he licks his lips, wetting them before he presses his lips to yours.

the kiss is the softest kiss you have ever felt. sure, you haven’t kissed very many people- but you know this one would be the winner for sure. you can almost barely feel heeseung’s lips against yours- but you fully take in the passion you feel from him.

you can’t help but let a few tears out of your eyes as you continue to kiss heeseung. the kiss is something that you need at the moment, and it’s making your heart and head feel ten times lighter than it is. heeseung feels your tears against his own face, and he pulls away slightly from you. both of you are looking into each other’s eyes and you don’t think you’ve ever noticed how pretty his eyes are.

“you shouldn’t have to have sex with someone just because everyone else is- or because you feel like you should.” heeseung’s thumb brushes against the side of your face, caving in to his urges from earlier, and wipes a stray tear off of your cheek, “i’m sorry that it hurt- and i’m sorry if i made you feel like you have to be experienced with stuff like this.”

your brain was still filtered with the alcohol from the party earlier, and your body felt exhausted from everything it had gone through. your mind was practically begging you to go to sleep.

so, you lean up towards heeseung and press your lips into his, hoping that it would suffice and successfully let him know what you were saying without speaking any words.

and heeseung swears he feels his heart skip a beat.

if lee heeseung was upset that you left his house before he woke up the next morning, he didn’t act like it. you expected him to text you or even tease you about ditching him in his own bed- but there was nothing.

in fact, you didn’t even see heeseung until the end of school on monday.

“y/n, your boyfriend is here,” chaehyun giggles out to you from the other side of the classroom. you glance up at her before your eyes wander towards the door.

heeseung is leaning against the door frame with a quirked eyebrow at you, a smirk on his face at chaehyun’s words. you could feel your cheeks burn at the statement and you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. you start to pack your bag quickly, wanting to get out of the class as soon as possible as you could still hear the last group of friends in the classroom whispering and giggling.

with their hushed giggling, it was then that heeseung noticed isa sitting amongst the girls cradled together against some of the desks. he didn’t know how he could have pinpointed her exact laugh out of everyone else’s, but it succeeded in distracting him enough to glance over and see her looking right back at him.

there was some meaning behind her eyes as she softly smiled at him, his cocky demeanour disappearing the more he looked at her soft features. her friend whispered something in her ear, but she didn’t look away from heeseung, only sending him a wink until he was kicked in the shin.

“ow!” he whisper yells, his pained face meeting your amused one.

“i said, let’s go.” you started to push him out of the classroom, his ears catching isa’s giggle one last time.

both of you continued walking until you ended up in the outdoor classroom. the school had ended twenty minutes ago so there were some students still lingering around the property, but you didn’t pay them any attention from your spot on the bench you had sat on before.

heeseung had offered you some of the water he was drinking which you declined, making both of you sit in silence for a little while longer. it was starting to get colder now, as october had officially started up. the leaves were starting to turn orange- but not to the point where they were wilting off of the tree branches and covering the grass.

“do you have any new ideas about our whole plan, thing?” you ask him finally, because you have thought about it yourself, and haven’t been able to come up with much. everything you had planned before didn’t seem to go as expected.

heeseung leans back against the bench, his legs spread and he lets out a hum that indicates he’s thinking, “i haven’t thought about much, but halloween is coming up we’ll have to think of something big for that night.”

“halloween?” you ask with a tone of surprise, “like in almost a month? you want this to go on for another whole month?”

“well, i mean, we can’t seem like everything we’re doing is so forced, right?”

you groan and put your hands to your face, and it makes heeseung worry for a second that you're about to start crying again.

“what’s so wrong with going on for another month?” he asks you, wanting to reach out and place his hand on your back, but he keeps it glued to his thigh.

“because, hee,” you look at him, and he counts it as ‘four times now’ that you’ve called him by his nickname, “i want to date jake, not you.” you shake your head and miss the way heeseung rolls his eyes.

“well, sorry that i can’t make this go any faster.” heeseung replies, crossing his arms over his chest.

you’re about to speak again but a now familiar giggle cuts you off. both yours and heeseung’s eyes widen and you’re jumping up and going to the side rail of the outdoor classroom. you’re both trying to stay hidden as you look over to who was walking on the sidewalk below.

sure enough, isa is walking there as you had thought. but only jake was with her.

heeseung and you glance at each other when jake becomes visible to the both of you, and you go back to watching them.

jake sticks out his hand for isa to take, and he spins her around with it, making her giggle harder and tell him to quit being cheesy. you felt like you could throw up if you wanted to at her now annoying voice.

throughout your and heeseung’s plan, you couldn’t help but find the nice girl that you once called an acquaintance annoying. everything she did made your anger rise- and you haven’t spoken to her since the day you had pushed heeseung into her. maybe you were jealous of her because she had the attention of both of the guys you were closest to, but you didn’t want to admit that.

“are you hungry?” you can hear jake ask her as they now stand right below you and heeseung hiding.

“yes, i’m starving.” isa exaggerates and you notice heeseung moving more so he can see her more.

“what do you want to go eat?”

you can hear isa hum as she thinks, and heeseung nudges you to look, they’re still holding the hand that jake twirled her with and it makes you roll your eyes, “how about mcdonalds?”

“if that’s what you want.”

“that’s what i want.” isa confirms and you can hear shuffling and giggling again.

“okay, they’re far away now,” heeseung says in a normal tone, you move so you’re beside heeseung in the open view- if anyone were to look up at the outdoor classroom they could see you and your ‘boyfriend’ no doubt. you can see jake and isa swinging their clasped hands as they leave down the school’s side driveway- towards the street where they were most likely going to get mcdonalds, “i have to go to practice now.”

heeseung stands up and dusts off the knees of his pants. you stand up after him and swing your backpack onto your shoulder. “we can talk more about this tomorrow if you want, i don’t have practice.”

you nod and watch im walk back to the bench where his jacket and bag were, “and why did you post that picture of me on your instagram?” (reference to updated profiles) you were annoyed this morning when you walked into the cafeteria with ryujin and choerry shoving their stupid phones in your face of heeseung’s stupid instagram.

heeseung shrugs as he starts to put his jacket into his bag, “why did i lose like twenty followers after posting it?”

“you lost followers?” you exclaim, “it’s probably all the girls that followed you to drool over you.”

heeseung smiles to himself as he slings his backpack over his shoulder, “if that’s what you think- i thought it was because you were too ugly.”

you gasp and slap his shoulder, making him laugh, “if i’m so ugly then why did you post it?”

heeseung shrugs again, “i guess it’s a cute picture,” you squint your eyes at him in unsureness, “and because if people think we’re dating we should probably act like we are.” now that was something you could understand as to why he would post it, “maybe you,” heeseung pokes your nose with his finger, “should post a picture of me too, so more people believe it.”

“i’ll think about it- i don’t know if i really want lee heeseung all over my account.” you make heeseung laugh again and he clasps his hand over your head, messing up your hair roughly.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, y/n.” he starts to walk backwards toward the door, “make sure to pick out a good pic!” he winks at you before he’s out of your sight and the closed door is the only thing you’re staring at.

you grab a tighter hold onto your backpack as you curse lee heeseung yet again, and push open the door so you can leave as well. on your way home, you mentally pick out a picture that would seem allowable to post on your instagram.

you just prayed that no one would tease you about it.

you felt as if things between you and heeseung had changed after the weekend.

there are unspoken emotions that are creating an emotional and physical distance between you two. every time you had seen heeseung after the weekend (which was not a lot) it felt off. even during your almost silent conversation in the outdoor classroom on monday, it felt as if heeseung was forcing himself to talk and to put on a facade around you.

part of you wondered if heeseung was having second thoughts about your whole plan. he had said so himself that he had no more ideas on how to progress your relationships with isa and jake until at least halloween.

you had figured that this would take some time for jake to realize he has feelings for you- but not this long. and you would have never imagined that lee heeseung would be beside you for the majority of it.

you could not even start to count how many times you swore you hated lee heeseung. but then you started to get to know more about him, and you got to know the way he tasted on your lips, and how his warm body felt against yours. you even noticed how caring he could be towards someone. and now, it’s awkward between you two and you can’t help but wish it wasn’t. you wish heeseung would come up and mess up your hair, or shove your shoulders in the hall, or point out a stupid mistake you did.

heeseung had texted you that he wouldn’t be able to hang out the day he said he would- and rearranged to see you on the weekend when someone would be having a party. you suspected that jake would also be in the future unknown party heeseung was referring to and it kind of gave you something good to think of during the week. it helped distract you from the sinking feeling in your chest you got every time you passed heeseung in the halls- or even just thought about him.

your friends were also no help at all, always asking if you and heeseung were still dating, or fighting, or just trying to prank them and get them to believe you were even dating in the first place. you would just shrug them off every time, hoping that the conversation would lead somewhere else. their questions and ideas only fuelled your upset mind more. you were so confused about why there was some unspoken tension between you and heeseung that neither of you was seemingly willing to talk about.

by the end of the week with not even a word spoken to each other since monday, you were upset. and you couldn’t believe that you were and were allowing yourself to be upset over lee heeseung.

he was someone that had become a big part of your life so suddenly, someone that you shared a secret with that no one else knew about. and now it seemed like it had all just stopped so abruptly. it was filling your mind and it was all you could think about.

even in gym class when you should’ve been paying attention to the basketball game in front of you, you found yourself staring off into nothing and thinking about what had gone so wrong that you and heeseung were now avoiding each other- and what would happen at this party you were both knowingly going to?

your distracting thoughts of heeseung were what made you completely miss the in-game basketball being thrown right into your direction- being missed by the player that was supposed to catch it- and smack right into your head.

in front of your whole entire gym class, you were thrown off of the corner of the bench you were sitting on, and down onto the floor, hitting your head off of the gym floor as well. before you could realize what was happening, there were your peer students standing all around you on the floor and asking if you were okay. your teacher barged through them and quickly analyzed you, seeing if you were bleeding from anywhere.

though there was no visible blood leaking from your head, you couldn’t ignore the aching of it from both sides from where the ball hit you, and from where you hit it off of the ground, your teacher still sent you to the nurse's office. thankfully, all the nurses were nice, and none of them made fun of you or made you worry more in any way. when the main nurse left you alone to rest for a bit before she could send you home, you sighed in relief and laid back down on the hospital bed she had set you in.

you must have not been laying there long until you heard the door of the room you were in being whipped open and a stamper of feet rushing inside right after. you open your eyes to find a big-eyed concerned heeseung looking at you, scanning your body for any injuries or bandages.

“heeseung?” you call his name in a confused state, sleep almost taking over you until he comes in.

“yes, it’s me.” heeseung walked right over to your bed, looking down at you, “are you okay?”

“yeah, ‘m fine,” you nod, sitting up so your upper body is resting on your elbows, “what are you doing here?”

heeseung scoffs, “well when a whole group of kids come up to me and tell me that my girlfriend has been sent to the nurse's station from what was probably one of the worst concussion-induced accidents they’ve seen- of course, i’m going to come here!”

this time you scoff, and you relax your elbows so your body rests completely down on the bed now.

“what was that scoff for?” heeseung asks, your hand comes up to rest on your forehead, a harsh ache hurting your entire head.

“nothing heeseung,” you tell him, closing your eyes from the brightness of the room and the sudden awakening.

“no, you scoffed for a rea-”

“-heeseung,” you cut him off, “can you get the nurse for me? i just want to go home.”

you don’t open your eyes to look at him, only listening as he stands there for a moment longer, probably in disbelief from your words before he’s leaving your room and getting the nurse for you.

the nurse was really happy when she saw heeseung and let you go home earlier since he would be there to help you. she made him promise to wake you up every hour just in case you had an undetected concussion. and even when you had left the nurses station and told heeseung you would be fine to get home by yourself, he insisted on walking with you.

the walk itself didn’t seem too awkward. your head is hurting and you’re tired and heeseung and you kept a safe distance away from each other as you walked. every now and then you could hear heeseung humming a song to himself as you walked.

you wanted to ask heeseung why he was suddenly caring so much for you when he didn’t even acknowledge you throughout the week in the halls- or text you at least. though, you knew he would ask you the same questions. to which you wouldn’t know how to answer besides blaming it all on him for acting weird and distant first.

you guess that you are angry.

and frustrated and confused- and if lee heeseung’s emotions switched this fast then you couldn’t keep up with it. it annoyed you that he ignored you all week- just to show up at the nurse's station ready to drop everything for you.

when you finally get to your house, you start saying bye to heeseung, just wanting to go to bed before your parents get home in a few hours.

“what are you doing?” you ask him as he follows you up your porch to your front door.

heeseung gives you a confused expression, “what do you mean? i promised the nurse to wake you up every hour to make sure your head is okay.”

“heeseung, i’m fine okay? just go back to school.” you shake your head at him, turning to unlock your door so you can go inside.

“yeah yeah, you’re always apparently fine- but i think this time i should really make sure you’re actually fine, o-?”

“what do you mean ‘apparently fine’? when i say i’m fine i mean it-” you snap and turn to look at the tall boy, “i don’t need you to check up on me, especially not after you avoided me all week.”

heeseung looked taken aback at your outburst, “right- you’re fine. but i still think i should come in and help you lay down- or stay until your parents g-.”

“no, heeseung,” you step inside your house, your hand resting on the door handle inside, “i don’t need you coming inside and pretending as you care about me- we only need to pretend to date in front of everyone else, not with each other.” you see heeseung about to open his mouth to speak, “just go back to school, heeseung.”

you harshly close the door in his face, leaving him standing on your porch alone in the middle of the day. heeseung kicks his foot against the pole at the end of your driveway as he walks past it, leaving your house, angrier than he’s been in a long time- and it’s mainly at himself.

heeseung was nervous. and he liked to believe that he never got nervous- especially about parties and girls. but something about the party tonight, and whether or not you were going to show up made him undeniably nervous and it was killing him that he couldn’t control it.

heeseung hasn’t spoken to you since he dropped you off at your house yesterday and slammed the door in his face. he knew from what you said that you were onto him. you knew that he was avoiding you and he knew that you were upset about it. he wanted to tell you that you weren’t the only one upset about it.

honestly, heeseung felt like he had to create some distance between you and him. ever since the night where he almost took your virginity, he’s had a hard time thinking about anyone or anything else.

he was disappointed when he woke up the next morning to an empty bed, your clothes gone, and the hoodie he had let you wear was thrown onto his desk. at first, he didn’t understand why he felt upset that you had snuck out before he woke up, but he realized soon enough it was because of an underlying feeling he didn’t dare speak or think about.

heeseung has been wondering if he has had the underlying feeling for you for the entire time he has known you- and that it only started to affect him now because he was spending more time with you- and often those times were intimate. he thinks (or hopes) that it’s all just a part of his hormonal teenage brain that makes him only think he has feelings for you.

but he still can’t help but get annoyed when you bring up jake- and the fact that you’re basically in love with him.

heeseung knows that parties are where your friends like to hang out. it’s where they all feel at peace with themselves and have fun. so he knows jake and isa will be here tonight. but he wonders if you’ll show up. he’s noticed pretty early on into your hateship that you’re not a party person, yet you still show up for your friends and jake. he also knows that you’re absolutely pissed at him and are losing hope in getting jake to like you back. so he figures that there’s about a 30/70 chance that you will show up.

he hopes that his made-up 30 percent chance is true and that you’ll come right up to him and ask what the plan is tonight. he even thinks that if you come up to him and just slap his bicep like you usually do will be sufficient enough for him to at least be able to see you.

heeseung knows sunghoon and jay are around this house party somewhere. he saw sunghoon dancing with some girls earlier, and jay was against a wall with choerry not too long ago. but he couldn’t be bothered to find them at a time like this. he didn’t feel like himself, and he knew his friends would be able to catch on in no time.

he hasn’t seen jake tonight, and he wonders if he’s with isa somewhere. maybe he’s taking her out on a proper date, and holding her hand and saying things heeseung has only imagined himself saying to her. he realizes then that he doesn’t care what jake says to isa- but he knows he should. he used to care at least.

“boo!” a false deep voice exclaims from behind him and grabs a tight hold of his arm.

“jesus!” he turns around with a scowl, ready to reprimand the person who just tried to scare him. his scowl fades when he sees isa.

“what’re you thinking about so deeply?” isa starts a conversation, her pretty smile on her face as she looks up at him.

“nothing much,” heeseung shrugs and takes a sip of his drink, immediately wishing he was drunker.

“really? nothing much?” isa quirks her eyebrow, “if it’s nothing then why does it have you zoning out at a party?”

“that’s a good point.”

“you should have fun tonight, heeseung!” she grips his arms, shaking him gently.

“i know, i know.”

isa lets one of her hands drop from his bicep while the other one snakes its way up to his shoulder, where it plays with the hem of his shirt, “i think you need a distraction.”

“that’s what this is for.” heeseung holds up his cup and brings it to his mouth, where he downs the entirety of it left.

isa smiles at him, “but it doesn’t seem to be working does it?”

at this point, isa is pressing her whole body against his, and heeseung is struggling to think of anything else except for how warm and small she is compared to him, “i guess not.”

“can i try?” isa pouts up at him, and he wants to know how her lips feel against his- and a small part of him wonders if they’ll feel even remotely close to how good yours feel.

“try what?”

“to distract you.”

heeseung thought he was dreaming. he had thought about isa in a scenario like this countless times. yet, this wasn’t a fantasy of his it was real life and he now he was standing there looking like an idiot in front of her.

“uh-, yeah, sure,” he stutters out and he’s glad the music is loud so no one else could hear what he and isa are talking about. he still hears isa’s soft giggle before she’s wrapping her arms around his shoulders, pulling his head down so it’s close to hers.

they look into each other’s eyes for a second, as if to think about what they’re about to do before they’re both closed and their lips are touching. heeseung’s thoughts about how soft her lips would be are correct, and her perfume smells just as nice as he thought it would. but it feels off in a way he didn’t imagine.

“do you need some more distractions, hee?” she whispers, her lips barely brushing against his as they stay close together. heeseung thinks about it for a moment, and he knows his past self is kicking him in the ass for taking so long to her answer her very direct question. so he thinks he nods not for himself, but for everyone else that would be encouraging him to get on with it with the girl he’s been thinking about for years.

isa smiles at his curt nod, and in a second she unwrapped her arms around him and instead wraps her hand around his wrist so she can pull him through the house. heeseung assumes isa must have been to this house before with her confidence walking around, going straight to a bathroom that was down an extra almost hidden hall. the music of the house is barely there when she closes the door after herself.

before heeseung can even properly lean against the bathroom counter, isa is pushing herself against him again. their lips meet in a frenzy and it takes heeseung a second to be able to kiss her back. her hands are pulling tight on the hair on the back of his neck. heeseung starts to pull her closer to him as well, his hands gripping her waist so their hips can press together. he feels isa smile against his lips, and he knows she feels his hard-on through their pants.

“i wanna make you feel good, heeseung,” isa says with her voice full of lust. “are you gonna let me distract you some more?”

“fuck, isa,” heeseung licks his lips as he stares down into her eyes, “please.” isa smirks at his subtle begging and she drops down to her knees to unbuckle his pants. she pushes them and his boxer down to his ankles so his semi-hard dick is now available for them to look at. her hands grab the base of it quickly, placing soft kisses up the shaft, “fuck,”.

isa takes the tip of his cock into her mouth and sinks down as far as she can go before gagging. she quickly starts a steady pace and it makes heeseung roll his eyes into the back of his head. it’s warm and wet and easy to fall into the pleasure of it all. he feels and hears her moan against his dick, and it makes him open his eyes and look down at her.

and it shocks him to only find your eyes looking back at him.

“what the fuck,” heeseung lets out in surprise, his hands gripping tighter onto the counter behind him to steady himself.

“what?” isa pulls off his dick and looks up at him in confusion and slight offence. heeseung takes a hard gulp when he only sees isa again, and he mentally hits himself for being so weird.

“nothing, nothing, it just feels so good,” heeseung only partially lies, and he knows isa believes it when she smiles up at him gracefully and goes back to sticking his cock in her mouth happily.

heeseung tells himself to just focus on the pleasure, to not screw up this night even more, but now he finds it hard to when he’s questioning himself on why he saw you looking up at him. it can’t help but imagine what it would feel like to have his dick in your mouth specifically. he starts to imagine that he would have to go slow with you, have to deal with your teasing and annoying smirks he’s grown to think are cute.

he’d want to hear your gags and whimpers with his dick lodged into your mouth. he wonders if your eyes would swell with tears easily, and he imagines wiping off your makeup that would be smudged afterwards. he feels himself grow harder at the thought of you, and it makes him jerk his hips forwards, making isa gag for a second, but she keeps up her pace.

heeseung is disappointed when he looks down to find isa on the floor in front of him instead of you. and he can’t believe what he’s feeling. he would have never thought that he’d rather you want to make him feel good instead of isa. but he does, and now you’re all he can think about which makes him feel guilty.

heeseung’s hands cover his face as he scrunches up in frustration with himself and the situation, “fuck,” he lets out a groan, not believing what he’s about to do.

“are you okay?” isa’s voice sounds strained as she pulls away from his dick, noticing his scrunched eyebrows through his hands.

“yeah, yeah,” heeseung says and he looks down at her with no expression, “let’s just stop.”

“stop?” isa sits back on her knees, which gives heeseung room to bend down to pull back up his boxers and jeans, “did i do something?”

“no!” heeseung shakes his head instantly, and reaches forward to help isa up off the ground, “i just,”

isa takes her hand out of his, “you just what?”

heeseung feels more guilty now from her angry expression, “i just can’t do this- with you. i need to go.”

“what the fuck, heeseung?” isa watches him start to walk backwards to the door, opening it from behind.

“i’m so sorry, fuck i’m sorry isa, i just- i gotta go.” heeseung cringes at his words as he says them, turning into the hallway and walking through the house at a fast pace. he keeps calling himself a fucking idiot as he walks, cursing himself and you for what just happened.

“heeseung, bro!” he hears someone call him but he ignores it and keeps walking, almost to the front door at this point, “hee!” a hand wraps around his arm, forcing him to stop. heeseung almost groans in frustration when he sees jake in front of him, “where the hell are you going in such a rush?”

“what? i’m not rushing, i just- i want to go home.”

“oh,” jake looks confused, “you don’t want to stay for a bit longer, i just got here and we haven’t hung out in a while.” heeseung wonders if the world just hates him at this point.

“no, man, i gotta go home.”

jake looks disappointed at heeseung and it makes him feel bad for leaving his best friend- or who once was his best friend, “well, do you know where anyone is?”

“uh, i saw sunghoon in the living room a while ago, he’s probably still there.” jake nods in response, and heeseung turns to leave.

“hee,” jake calls him again, heeseung looks back at him again, “are you okay?”

“yeah! i’m fine! just wanna go home.” heeseung forces a smile on his face, praying to god jake would believe him.

“okay, man, see ya.” jake nods a goodbye at him, and heeseung smiles softer in response.

heeseung finally leaves the godforsaken party, not looking back the entire walk home, just replaying the night's events over and over in his head. he checks his phone for the first time when he steps into his bedroom, seeing a couple texts from jay and instagram notifications- but nothing from you like he would’ve hoped.

heeseung crawls into his bed, wearing about the hoodie that he had given you to wear a week ago. he tries to smell your perfume or shampoo on it, but only smells the cologne that he hates. his dick is still hard, and it twitches in his sweatpants and it makes him groan. he wishes you were in his bedroom with him, laying in his bed as you’ve done before. he tries to resist his stupid teenage boy urges but gives in by slipping his hand into his sweat pants.

heeseung rubs his thumb over his slit, almost hissing out from how sensitive he is from isa’s mouth earlier. his precum is dripping out and it makes it easier for his hand to start to glide up and down his dick.

he starts to imagine you on your knees for him again, your mouth surrounding his dick and letting him fuck into your mouth. his hips start to fuck into his hand, imagining it was your warm and wet mouth.

heeseung’s teeth are clenched tightly together as he only thinks of you.

he thinks about you moaning his name and asking him to cum for you. the thought of you wanting to make him feel good drives him crazy and makes his hips jerk up faster into his fist. he thinks you’d let him do anything to you- teach you anything because you’re so eager to learn.

the final thought of you wanting to swallow his cum sends him over the edge, and he immediately thinks it's the best orgasm he’s ever given himself- and it’s because of you. his muscles are tense, and his vision goes blank as his eyes close tight.

his chest is heaving out of breath as his hand and thighs are covered in his warm cum- he wishes you were there to lick him clean.

heeseung’s questioned his self-awareness for a while- but now he knows his self-awareness is up to par with the way he’s so conscious of the fact that he has fucked up and he has fucked up bad. he hopes that he’ll wake up in the morning, and you’ll be beside him in bed, sneaking in as quietly just as you had sneaked out.

heeseung’s self-awareness allows him to know what these thoughts mean- that he only wants you, and he has, for a long time.

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cherry

pairing: good boy!heeseung/bad girl!reader

genre: rich kid au, 80s au, smut with fluff and plot

warnings: dom!reader, sub!heeseung, smoking (cigarettes), alcohol consumption, prep school is mentioned but reader and heeseung are both of age, very brief mention of vomit, oral sex (m. and f. receiving), loss of virginity, there is some secondhand embarrassment in this but i swear it’s cute, reader calls hee “baby” literally all the time, the rest of enhypen are in this (and so are K and EJ from iland lmao)

word count: 15k

a/n: this is the longest fic i’ve ever written 😵‍💫 i also made a playlist to listen to while i wrote this so here it is if you want to listen while you read

masterlist here

You’d always felt the urge to destroy perfect things.

When you were five years old, you smashed your fist into your perfectly-decorated birthday cake. In elementary school, you ran your bike through the pristine flowerbed in front of your parent’s church. Three summers ago you used sewing scissors to cut off your hair simply because the pastor of that church told you it looked pretty.

Nothing was meant to be perfect, including people, though the residents of your town seemed to disagree. They loved to play pretend, to brag to each other about their new boats and cars, their son’s acceptance to Yale, or their daughter’s to Harvard. They loved to bask in the abundance of their wealth during the day, and then drink themselves to death at night. The most miserable people have the prettiest lives.

So you took it upon yourself to let the true colors of everybody else shine through you. Sure, you were an absolute mess, but at least you were an authentic one.

And you were determined to find a perfect boy and turn him into a mess for you. Your most ambitious project to date.

It’s 1986, and the only thing hotter than the summer sun is the desire that courses through your veins.

Between the country club, the beach, shopping, and attending one of the most expensive prep schools in the country, you had countless sources of entertainment. There was absolutely no reason you should be wasting your time with boys. That’s what your parents always told you, at least: that there were plenty of other respectable hobbies for girls your age to pick up.

They just didn’t understand how fun it is to create a spark in a boy’s eye and fan it into a little flame; Make him think he’s falling in love when he’s really falling in lust. To be whoever he wants you to be, allow him to project all his fantasies and desires onto you, make all of his dreams come true, and then leave him the second you get bored. It’s a little game that’s way more fun than tennis or polo, and you were the ace at it.

But there was a new game you wanted to try this summer. A game that still involved boys, of course, but a new game to put your skills to the test. You wanted a challenge. Because if toying with boys was fun, imagine how fun it would be to toy with an innocent, inexperienced boy. To corrupt him and teach him all the things you knew, to take all of his firsts and make him your plaything. The thought made you shiver with excitement.

That’s how you ended up at this house party, scanning a crowd of unfamiliar faces, trying to find the perfect victim.

“You look like a fucking shark,” K laughed. He was always criticizing your techniques. You instinctively tried to come up with an insult to spit back at him but remembered that he was the reason why you got an invite to this party in the first place. He was friends with Jake Sim, who was friends with the host.

“Don’t you know why she even came?” Summer giggled, clinging to K’s arm. “She’s looking for her prey.”

“You’re still stuck on that little fantasy?” He scoffed.

“What was it?” EJ chuckled, slightly slurring his words. “You want to absolutely ruin someone, right?”

You stared at your friends, who seemed to think that your plan was the funniest thing in the world.

“It sounds so nasty when you say it like that,” you sighed. “I just want to find a nice boy and… teach him a few things. Is that so wrong?”

“Just admit it,” EJ smirked at you, “You’re a maneater, through and through.”

You rolled your eyes. “Call me whatever you want. I’m going to have more fun this summer than all of you combined. Especially you two.” You shot a look at K and Summer. “Who the fuck stays in the same relationship for an entire year? You’re the most boring people I’ve ever met.”

“I just pity the kid that’s gonna finish the summer with a broken heart.” K stared at you and took another sip of his drink.

“Stop being so dramatic,” Summer tugged on his shirt. “She’s just having fun.”

“Thank you.” You sighed. “Now, can you guys let me focus?”

Your friends’ voices blended in with the hum of the party as your eyes scanned over the crowd of faces again and... nothing. All of the boys you saw were either drunk off their asses or flirting with girls or both. Maybe this summer was going to be more boring than you thought.

You huffed and downed the rest of your drink, turning your head to ask EJ to drive you home when your eyes caught a glimpse of… someone. You whipped your head back around to find the mystery boy, squinting your eyes to search with even more precision than before.

There. He stood about halfway up the grand staircase of the house, wearing a neatly ironed button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, the hem loosely tucked into the waistband of his just-as-neatly-ironed slacks. His huge Bambi eyes nervously darted around the room from behind wire-rimmed glasses that perched atop the cutest little button nose. His full lips were turned into a little pout, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. There was a cup in his hand but he showed no interest in drinking from it.

“Who,” you tugged on EJ’s shirt, never letting your eyes leave the boy, “is that?”

He groaned before turning to see who you were looking at, following your gaze. “Are you being serious?”

“What’s his name?”

“That’s Heeseung.”

You said nothing, and EJ scoffed.

“Lee Heeseung? We’ve gone to school with him since we were kids.”

You shook your head. “I’ve never seen him before.”

“This is literally his house.” He motioned to the huge framed picture hanging over the purely-decorative fireplace in the living room. Sure enough, your prey was smiling, resting his hand on the chair of the woman sitting in front of him, who must have been his mother. A slightly older boy stood next to him in the same pose, a man in a chair in front of him. His brother and father, no doubt.

“I’ve never seen him before.” You repeated yourself in a daze, tearing your eyes away from picture Heeseung and moving them to look at real Heeseung.

“He’s the one who came in his pants last year after two minutes of over-the-clothes touching. Remember?” EJ laughed, taking another sip of his drink.

“Oh, come on. No way that’s him. There’s no way.” You rolled your eyes.

You watched as one of his friends tousled his dark hair. He forced a laugh, then immediately started fixing it once his friend’s back was turned. His smile was pretty.

“He’s perfect.” Your eyes never left him. “I’ll be back later. Hold this for me?” You shoved your empty cup into EJ’s hand, not waiting for a response.

EJ called out your name once your back was turned. “He’s a nice guy. Go easy on him.”

You gave him a halfhearted wave over your shoulder, making your way over to your prey. As you pulled out a compact mirror to reapply your favorite cherry-red lip gloss, you wondered what his voice sounded like. Was it as sweet as his face? Or was it deep and mysterious? He hadn’t even looked at you yet, and you had to have him. You’d never wanted a boy more.

And he got even cuter as you got closer. His eyes were even more wide and starry than you’d hoped. He only looked at you once you were right in front of him, standing two steps below him so that he had to look down at you. You knew how boys loved that.

“Hi.” You beamed at him, looking up through your eyelashes.

He looked behind him, then back at you. “Hi…?”

“I like your glasses.”

His ears turned red as he instinctively raised a hand to adjust them. “Thanks... I, uh… need them to see.”

You smiled. “Well, they’re cute.”

A little smile played on his lips as he looked down at his shoes. Of course, they were perfectly polished. So far, so good.

“This music sucks, right? New wave is the worst.” You laughed, trying to keep the conversation lively.

His head snapped up. That sweet little pout was back on his lips.

“I put this record on.” His voice got a little bit whiny and it made you ache.

You stupid bitch. It’s his house! Of course it’s his music!

Your mouth opened and closed as you tried to find something to say, some way to turn your stupid comment into a joke or a flirt. Those wide eyes just stared back at you, and your brain completely short-circuited.

Something crashed in the kitchen, followed by the sound of two teenage boys hysterically laughing. Heeseung’s head jerked in the direction of the sound. A serious-looking boy who had the sharpest jaw you’d ever seen nudged his shoulder. “I told you we shouldn’t have invited the kids.” He shot you a look before making his way down the stairs. “RIKI! JUNGWON! GET OFF THE FUCKING TABLE!” You heard his voice boom through the house once he was out of sight. The two voices in the kitchen erupted into laughter again.

“I should…” Heeseung sighed, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples. “I should go make sure they didn’t break anything. There are more records by the stereo. You can change the music if you hate it that much.”

And with that, he was walking down the stairs, disappearing before your eyes.

You audibly groaned. He was right there. The perfect boy, the type of boy you’d always dreamed of, was right there. And you blew it. Over Echo & the fucking Bunnymen.

You stomped down the stairs, throwing a tantrum like a toddler who had gotten her new toy taken away. When you arrived back at where your friends were standing, they were nowhere to be seen.

“Hey,” You tapped a kid’s shoulder, someone who you recognized from your English class last year. “Have you seen EJ? Or K and Summer?”

He laughed. “Not sure about EJ, but K was definitely about to get laid. And Summer was too if you’re picking up what I’m putting down.” He let out another disgusting laugh and high-fived his friends.

You groaned again, clenching your fists and stomping your feet. Of course they fucking left. You trudged towards the massive sliding glass door in the living room and found that it was nearly impossible to push open. You huffed as you pried it open just wide enough to fit your body, turning sideways to squeeze through.

You pouted again once you were on the patio, fishing through your handbag to find a cigarette. You recalled the advice your mother gave you at ten years old. When all else fails, smoke. The patio was prettily decorated and you found a seat on a stone bench that faced the house. You watched all of the partygoers laughing and dancing as you flicked your lighter a few times. It sparked but didn’t light as the night breeze whisked the flame away. You almost screamed in annoyance. “I swear to fucking-” you held the cigarette between your lips and cupped your hand around the end of the lighter, smiling when the flame finally danced to life and kissed the end of your cigarette.

You stayed smiling as you inhaled, the cool menthol soothing your throat and chest. You could make out the crashing of the ocean behind you, and remembered that this house was right on the beach. EJ made a comment about it being the most expensive house in the neighborhood when you first pulled up. With a cigarette between your lips and the sound of the ocean behind you to keep you company, the night didn’t seem like a complete waste. Who needs boys when you have this?

The sliding glass door slid open一 all the way open, with ease, you might add一 and you froze. A silhouette slid the door shut, and you would’ve had a hard time distinguishing who it was if it weren’t for the reflection of your glowing cigarette in his glasses. Him.

Heeseung clearly didn’t notice you as fast as you noticed him. It was quite dark outside, after all. He sighed and took off his glasses to rub his eyes, leaning against the stone of the house.

“Hey, are you okay?” You leaned forward.

He yelped. Like, literally let out a little squeak and jumped back, covering his chest with his hand. He put his glasses back on and squinted to see you in the darkness. “Oh, it’s just you.” He sighed.

“Don’t get too excited.” You laughed, patting the bench next to you.

He reluctantly looked over his shoulder before making his way over to the bench and sitting next to you. You took another deep inhale from your cigarette before passing it to him without a word and he, so eager to impress you, took it between his long fingers.

He took about a fourth of an inhale before coughing and scrunching his face up. “W-why is it spicy?” he sputtered.

You laughed. “It’s a menthol. You’ve never smoked menthols before?”

“I don’t even…” He shook his head, handing the cig back to you. “I don’t really smoke.”

He’s fucking perfect. “Of course you don’t.”

His precious little pout was back. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. Of course you don’t smoke.” You let out a breathy laugh, flicking the end of the cigarette with your thumb to let the ashes fall.

“I’m the-” Despite the darkness, you could almost see his ears turning red. “Don’t make fun of me!”

“I’m not making fun of you, baby. Just making an observation.” You lifted the cigarette to your lips again.

“Don’t call me-” he groaned. “Ugh, you know what? Nevermind. I don’t know why I thought I could find some peace out here in the first place.” He stood up.

“Heyyy don’t leave,” You tugged on his rolled-up sleeve, pouting your cherry-red lips. “At least stay until I finish this. My friends left me all by myself and it’s lonely out here.”

He paused, took a deep breath, and sat back down. “...Your friends don’t seem very nice.”

“Eh, they’re not all bad.” You sighed, taking another drag. “They’re the only friends I’ve got, so I can’t really complain.”

“I get that.” He adjusted his glasses. “I don’t have that many friends, either.”

“Really?” You gestured to the crowded living room. “You seem to have a whole lot.”

He shook his head, scoffing. “Only six of the people in that house are my friends.”

“And who might those lucky people be?”

He shifted in his seat. The back of the house was almost entirely glass to accommodate the ocean view, which made it easy for him to point out faces.

“There’s Jay.” He pointed to the sharp-jawed boy that you saw on the stairs. “He told me you’re bad news.”

You faked a little gasp, placing a hand over your chest. “That hurts.”

“He’s not wrong, though, is he?“ Heeseung smiled at you.

“... I’m not answering that.” You smiled back.

He tore his eyes away from yours. “And there’s Jake. He’s the one who begged me to have this party. I think he just wanted to talk to girls.” He pointed to a handsome boy with sharp cheekbones and a girl on either one of his arms.

“Nothing wrong with that,” You jerked your chin, raising your cigarette in a sort of salute.

Heeseung rolled his eyes. “But I think the girls are more interested in Sunghoon. He’s the one standing in the corner over there.”

Your eyes drifted to where Heeseung was pointing. One of the prettiest boys you’d ever seen was standing there, completely oblivious to the giggling crowd of girls next to him.

“The cute one he’s talking to is Sunoo.”

The shorter boy standing next to him was cute. His face was lit up in a smile, his eyes curved into little crescents.

“He looks like a peach!” You smiled. “Who are the other two?”

He sighed. “Jungwon and Riki. I have no idea where they are. They’ve been wreaking havoc on this stupid party all night.”

“Hey,” you bumped his knee with yours. “This party isn’t stupid. Look at how much fun everyone is having.”

“Yeah, everyone except you and me,” he pouted.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m having lots of fun.” You tossed your cigarette butt to the ground, smashing it with your foot. “I like talking to you.”

He looked into your eyes, opening and closing his mouth before staring at the ground. A little smile was on his lips.

“Plus,” You stood up, stretching. “Parties are way more fun when you’re not the one hosting them.”

“I wouldn’t know. Jake’s always begging me to have them here. He says the ocean view gets the ladies going.”

You laughed. “As much as I’d love to stay and find out if that’s true, I should really get home. Can I use your phone to call a cab?”

“I-I mean yeah,” he stood up behind you. “But… do you really have to go? You said you liked talking to me.”

You smirked. “I do, baby. But it’s getting late. And my friends already left, anyway.”

His eyes widened at the butterflies that filled his belly when you called him the pet name again. Uh oh.

“But… you could stay.” He followed you to the glass door, smiling to himself when you struggled to pry it open. “You could stay and hang out with me. A-and, you know… my friends.”

Heeseung reached above you to help slide the door open, but you turned around to face him. His breath caught in his throat when he realized his arm had you pinned against the door. The way you looked up at him through your eyelashes made him half-hard.

“You want me to stay?” You smiled, brushing your fingertips over his arm. “But I thought your friends said I was bad news…”

“They’re…” His words trailed off and he just looked at you. Like no boy ever had before, his eyes full of stars and curiosity and something else that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

He’s perfect. You stood on your tiptoes to give him the tiniest, most feather-light kiss on his cheek. “I have to go, baby. Help me get this stupid door open.”

Heeseung brushed his fingertips over his cheek, touching the hint of lipgloss that you left there. After shaking his head to get himself out of the trance he was in, he slid the glass door all the way open with ease, following you inside and shutting it behind him.

“At least let me drive you home! Cabs are expensive this late. A-and cab drivers are pervs.”

“Who says you’re not a perv?” You teased, turning to look at him.

It was easy to see his blush inside. He vigorously shook his head. “I-I’m not! I swear, I just want you to get home safe-”

“Kidding. I was only kidding. I’d love for you to drive me home.”

He beamed at you. “Cool. I’ll just- I’ll go get my keys.”

Heeseung disappeared into the kitchen and you heard his friends cheer after a few moments. He reappeared seconds later with red cheeks, barely meeting your eyes. You turned to leave and he just stayed where he was standing, blushing and staring at the floor.

“Well?” You waved your hand to get his attention. “Are you coming?”

“Am I c-” His eyes somehow got even wider. “Am I…” He took in a deep breath. “Yeah. I-I’m coming.”

Heeseung drove a white convertible. He ran out to the driveway in front of you so that he could open the passenger seat door for you, then fussed with the cassette player for a good five minutes, thoroughly embarrassed when he couldn’t find anything other than new wave.

You laughed. “I don’t actually hate new wave, you know. I was just trying to make conversation.”

He gave you a sarcastic side-eye before turning up the radio. “Are you buckled?”

You ignored the fluttering in your chest as you reached for the seatbelt over your shoulder. He gave a little nod of approval once he heard it fasten.

The drive was awkward. Heeseung’s knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel so tight and he drove five miles under the speed limit the whole way, coming to a full and complete stop at every stop sign. Neither of you spoke except for when you’d give him directions. It was clear that if you wanted to talk to him, you’d have to start the conversation up yourself.

“So, are your parents totally going to kill you after this weekend?”

He shook his head. “They trust me. And the guys help me clean up whenever we do something like this, anyway.”

“They seem like good friends.”

“They are. They’re like my brothers.”

“What did they say to you in the kitchen? You were blushing like crazy.” You opened your purse and flipped down the visor in front of you to apply more lipgloss. Heeseung’s eyes darted over to you every few seconds as he desperately tried not to crash.

“Oh… they’re just, uh-” He cleared his throat. “They were just…excited. I don’t really… I don’t talk to girls that often.”

“Yeah? Why’s that? You’re really handsome, you know.” His head snapped to look at you, his breath catching in his throat. You pointed at the road. “It’s this next left.”

He pried his eyes back to the road before making the most cautious, calculated left turn you’d ever experienced. “...Thanks.” He mumbled. “Girls just… I don’t know, they make me nervous.”

You smiled. “Do I make you nervous, baby?”

He shook his head. “You have no idea,” he breathed.

“It’s that big white one at the end of the street.” You rested your hand on his knee, squeezing lightly. His whole body stiffened. “And there’s no reason to be nervous, cutie. I’ll only bite if you want me to.” You winked, unbuckling your seatbelt to place one last kiss on his cheek. His fingers instinctively touched the sticky red mark you left.

You opened the car door and he snapped out of his trance. “I can- I’ll get that for you.” He reached across your lap in an attempt to push the already-open door open. He ended up just awkwardly leaning over the seat, his head almost in your lap. You laughed as you stepped out of the car and gently closed the door. He stayed where he was, looking up at you with those starry eyes.

“Hey, remember how I said parties are more fun when you’re not the one hosting them?”

“M-Mhm?” He nodded.

“My friend K is having a party next weekend. You should come.”

“Oh… I don’t know.” He sat up a little bit. “I’ve never really been to a party without my friends before.”

“You’ll have me! We’re friends now, right?” You smiled. “And I’ll pick you up. To thank you for driving me home tonight.”

“You don’t have to. I drove you home because I wanted to.”

“And I’m inviting you to this party because I like you and I want you to come.”

“You… like me?”

“Party’s Saturday night. Be ready by nine, okay? I really hate waiting.” You gave him one last smile before turning on your heel and making your way up the pathway to your front door. You were halfway there when he called out to you.

“Wait!” You looked at him over your shoulder. “I… I just realized I didn’t even tell you what my name is.” He blushed.

“I know your name, Lee Heeseung.” You turned around to keep walking.

“Wait! Aren’t you going to-” he started.

“I know you know my name.” You yelled over your shoulder. His eyes stayed glued on you the whole time. The smell of your perfume was still lingering in his car, and it made his head spin. As you unlocked the front door, you heard his voice squeak out, “H-have a nice night!”

You waved at him over your shoulder. “Thanks for the ride, baby. I’ll see you Saturday, kay?”

Heeseung was thankful that your back was turned so you couldn’t see how wide he was smiling. Little did he know that you were keeping your back turned to hide the same expression.

Saturday couldn’t come fast enough. You couldn’t get those big doe eyes out of your head, and all you wanted to do was kiss the sweet little curve of his cupid’s bow. It had been years since you’d had a crush on someone, and you were remembering why they called it a “crush”. Thinking about him made your chest ache and you weren’t sure if you liked it or not.

Heeseung wore a tie when you picked him up, and you almost burst into tears. His hair was neatly styled, his glasses perched atop that cute little upturned nose just like they were the other night. You wanted to eat him alive.

He gawked at your car. “Is this yours?” He brushed his fingertips over the red paint.

“Did you really think you were the only spoiled brat in town whose daddy bought him a convertible?”

He let out a breathy laugh. “It’s so… cool.”

“Thanks, baby. It’s even cooler on the inside. Why don’t you come see?”

Heeseung was nervous, and it showed. He pretended to hum along to the cassette you had playing while he fidgeted with his fingers. In all honesty, you couldn’t blame him for his nerves. Your crowd didn’t consist of the most inviting people in the world, especially not to a sweet boy like Heeseung. They’d definitely do that thing where they made fun of him by pretending to be friends with him; laughing at him while he thinks they’re laughing with him. You promised yourself to keep him in your sight the whole night.

Luckily, the promise was only made to yourself because it was broken almost as soon as you walked in the door. Summer was in tears, pulling you aside just seconds after you entered the party.

“Oh god,” you sighed. “What is it?”

“Can we have some privacy, maybe?” She sniffed, eyes darting over to Heeseung. Poor baby just stood there like a deer in headlights, unsure what to do with himself.

“The guys are hanging out in the kitchen,” EJ butted in. “He can just hang with us.” He turned to Heeseung. “It’s just down that hallway, man. K’s in there, he’ll get you a drink.”

Heeseung gave you a nervous smile before making his way down the hallway. You grabbed EJ’s wrist as he turned to leave. “Be nice to him.”

EJ rolled his eyes. “You should be telling yourself that. Don’t worry, your little experiment is safe with me.”

A pit in your stomach formed, though you weren’t sure which part it was for.

Summer pulled you into the nearest bathroom, locked the door, and then sat on the closed toilet seat with her face in her hands.

“What ha-”

“You know how I got these stupid extensions?”

“Because K said he likes girls with long hair? Yeah, I remember.”

“He told me right before the party that they looked stupid. He said I look like somebody tried to draw Cyndi Lauper from memory. He called me a try-hard.” She sobbed, black mascara running down her cheeks.

You stifled a laugh because he was 100% correct, the extensions did look stupid and she did look like somebody tried to draw Cyndi Lauper from memory, but the try-hard bit was excessively mean, no matter how dumb she may have looked. “That’s shitty, Summer. I’m really sorry.”

“And it’s like- why am I even trying?” She rambled on, completely unaware of your apology. “I know he’s been looking at other girls at those weird garage concerts he goes to. And they’re probably cooler and prettier than me-”

“Summer, you’re plenty cool and plenty pretty. If K can’t see that, maybe he’s not the guy for you.”

“And I love him! I love him and I let him cum inside me whenever he wants! Do you know how many girls do that for their boyfriends? Not fucking many!”

You sighed. It didn’t matter what you said, she was only ranting to hear her own voice. She’d never listen to advice. You worried about what Heeseung was doing in the kitchen while she rambled and cried and rambled some more. Her whiny voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“W-why do you keep checking your watch?”

“I’m sorry, Summer, I really am, but I shouldn’t leave Heeseung alone for this long. It’s already been almost an hour.”

“Oh… so your little project is more important than your best friend? What is he, a fucking baby who needs his mommy to watch him?”

You sighed and made your way to the door. “I’m not having this conversation right now.”

She continued. “No, wait, that’s what you wanted, isn’t it? A little fucking baby to ruin and break, because you can’t just see a nice thing and let it be nice. You know what? Why am I even asking you for advice? You don’t know shit about boys, you just want to see them cry.”

You closed the bathroom door behind you as she sobbed, your stomach churning in fear that she was right. The pit in your stomach grew even more when you heard voices chanting Heeseung’s name in the kitchen. No, no, no…

He was smiling when you saw him. There’s that, at least. And he truly did have a lovely smile.

But that was about the end of the pleasant aspect of the situation. A group of guys were huddled around him, encouraging him to take a shot. He could barely stand, let alone lift the shot glass to his lips. There was a look in Heeseung’s eyes that you’d seen on your friends many times. You’d seen it in your parent’s eyes, too; Even in your own from time to time when you stared at yourself in the mirror in the bathroom of a house party. The look didn’t suit him at all. He yelled out your name and laughed when he saw you, and you immediately made your way over to him. You must have had a scary look on your face because the crowd of guys dissipated as you approached them.

“Oh, Heeseung…” You sighed, holding his face in your hands. “Baby, what did they do to you?”

“The drinks were so small! They said…” He hiccuped, slurring his words together. “They said a guy my size should have no problem with them.”

“Those were shots, baby. How many did you have?”

“Six. Maybe eleven…” His words trailed off as he stared at you. “You’re so pretty.”

“Okay, sweetheart, we need to get you some water.” As much as you’d usually love receiving compliments from the sweet boy, seeing him in this state made you feel… icky. Like you’d ruined him, and not in a good way. You filled up a cup full of water then held his hand to lead him up the stairs.

“W-where are we going?” He hiccuped.

“Just a guest room, baby. It’s too loud down there.”

Heeseung’s heart thumped in his chest. What if-?

You pushed the door open and sat Heeseung on the neatly-made bed, placing the cup of water in his hands and turning on the bedside lamp. You gently closed the door before sitting next to him.

“Can you drink some of the water for me, sweetheart?”

He nodded, his eyes wide and glazed over as he lifted the cup to his lips. You watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed once, twice, three times. His lips were glossy with water when he pulled the cup away.

“All done?”

He nodded, gently pushing the cup into your hands. You leaned over to place it on the nightstand and when you turned to look at him again, he was pressing his wet lips to yours.

The kiss was messy. Messier than you’d expect from your sweet, innocent boy. You instinctively reciprocated for a few moments before his tongue slipped against yours. You tasted cherry vodka and pulled away.

“No, baby.”

He looked like a fawn whose mother was just shot. “N-no…?”

You cupped his face in your hands. His cheeks were flaming red. “You’re drunk. This isn’t how we’re doing this.”

“B-but…” His eyes got glassy, his lips wobbling. Oh no. “I thought… I thought you said you liked me?”

“I do like you, baby. I like you so much. It’s wrong to do it like this.”

He pulled his face away from your touch, resting his head in his hands. “You can’t call me baby! It makes my stomach feel funny…” he sniffed.

Precious boy. He made your teeth ache. You wanted to crack the shell of his candy-coated heart and eat him alive.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” You rubbed his back.

“You can’t call me that, either,” he whined. “I just… I just wanted to be cool like you and your friends. Wanted you to like me.”

“You’re way cooler than all of my friends, ba… Heeseung.” He looked up from his hands at the sound of his name. “You’re way cooler than them. I like you just how you are.”

His face scrunched up. “Now you’re making fun of me,” he cried, tears slipping from his big eyes. He hid his face in his hands again as you tried to reassure him that you weren’t making fun of him and that you really did like him.

“I’m so dumb,” he hiccuped. “I’m so stupid. I thought I had a chance with you and I wore this stupid tie-”

“Hey, I like your tie!” You interrupted him. “Baby, if you weren’t drunk off your ass, I’d be all over you right now.”

He hiccuped one last time. “R…really?”

“Mhm. But I think right now what you need is more water and some rest. I’ll drive you home, okay?”

“And then we can kiss later?”

“Mhm. When you’re all rested up and sober, then we can kiss.”

He chugged the rest of the glass of water, then stood up a little too fast and almost fell over. You slung one of his arms around your shoulder and kissed his temple. “Slow down, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

Heeseung woke up in his bed the next morning with three things to worry about: the worst headache he’d ever had, the fact that he was in his underwear, the fact that said underwear were covered in Stormtroopers from Star Wars, and the note he found on his nightstand. Okay, so four things, but the underwear was really a two-in-one. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and located his glasses before reading the note.

Baby,

Don’t freak out. We laid on your floor and listened to records for a little bit and then you took off all your clothes and went to sleep. I wanted to kiss you but I didn’t. Drink some more water, it’ll help you feel better.

P.S.- cute undies. I love Star Wars.

He groaned when he saw your signature at the bottom of the page. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He’d definitely blown any chance he had with you now. He was even more confused because he could’ve sworn he remembered kissing you last night. Stupid.

He reached for the landline on his nightstand and instinctively dialed Jay’s house. His mom answered.

“Hi, Mrs. Park. It’s Heeseung. Is Jay there, please?”

He heard her scream for Jay, and the line clicked again.

“So? Did she fuck you in the back of that red Fiat? Was it everything you dreamed of?”

“Not even close,” Heeseung groaned again. “I got way too drunk at the party and she drove me home.”

“Yikes. And then what?”

“Apparently we listened to records and then I took off all my clothes and went to sleep.” He rubbed his temples. “She saw my underwear, man.”

“Don’t tell me.” Jay stifled a laugh.

“Yes, it was the Stormtrooper ones! It’s not funny!”

Jay burst out into laughter and Heeseung groaned again. “I said it’s not funny! I really liked her, and now she’s not going to want anything to do with me. It’s like that girl from the polo club all over again.”

“This is completely different than that. Have you tried calling her?”

“I can’t talk to her! What am I supposed to say? ‘Hey, thanks for driving me home last night! I can’t remember anything except that you looked really pretty. Wanna watch Star Wars?’”

“Yeah, that’s perfect.”

“Shut up,” Heeseung whined. “Seriously, man, what am I gonna do?”

“Let’s just do what we always do. Take some painkillers and I’ll tell the guys to meet us there in fifteen.”

Heeseung opened his mouth to object, but the line clicked dead on the other end. He threw up while he was taking a shower and then put his swim trunks on.

Childish as it might sound, wrestling in the country club pool was pretty therapeutic. Heeseung and his friends had a system down and they’d had tournaments every summer since they were kids. There were three teams: Jake and Riki, Sunghoon and Jungwon, and Heeseung and Jay. Sunoo didn’t like violence, so he was the referee. The boys would get on each other’s shoulders and wrestle until the top person on the losing team fell in the pool. They’d been playing this game for as long as they could remember.

Heeseung was having fun. He and Jay were winning the tournament, and they’d just secured another victory by pushing Jake off Riki’s shoulders. His headache was gone, and he was even starting to forget about yesterday. That was until he heard your voice.

“That was a nice one, baby!”

His stomach dropped to his toes as his head darted around to find where your voice came from. He froze when he saw you sunbathing by the pool, wearing a black bathing suit and red heart-shaped sunglasses. Quite literally something straight out of one of his wet dreams.

“Oh my god,” Jake popped up from the water just in time to hear your comment. He smiled, pushing his wet hair off his forehead and shielding the sun from his eyes. “That’s her, isn’t it? The one who saw your underwear?”

“You told them?” Heeseung looked up at Jay on his shoulders, who only shrugged. He reached up and pushed the younger boy off, wrestling him down into the water. Once Heeseung had gotten a fair amount of punches in, Jay turned to Jake, who was still giggling.

“Shut up, Jake! Do I need to remind you that you and Riki had to switch places for shoulder wars this summer? You’re so short you have to sit on Riki’s shoulders, and he’s a baby!”

The rest of the group burst into laughter as Jake tried to defend himself. “The little freak grew six inches in six months! I’m not the weird one here!” He wrestled Jay back into the water.

A tall kid who you assumed to be Riki joined in on the brawl. “I’m not a baby!” He screamed, “Or a freak, dipshit!”

Heeseung made his way over to you, embarrassed in too many ways to count. He pushed himself up and out of the pool, and you were thankful that you were wearing sunglasses to hide where you were looking.

“I, uh…” he spoke up, “I didn’t know you came here.”

“We live five minutes away from each other. What other country club is there to go to?”

“Right…”

You laughed. “I’ve been watching you guys play for the past two hours. You take this game pretty seriously.”

“Yeah, we’ve played it since we were kids.” He looked down and his face slowly reddened with realization. “Wait… please tell me you didn’t see…”

“When your trunks fell off? It’s okay, I only looked for a second. You have a really cute butt, baby.” You giggled.

He let out the loudest groan he’d made all morning. “That’s it! I have to die now. I literally have to go die.”

You tugged on his arm, pulling him down to sit next to you on your towel. “Stop it. You know I’m only teasing you because I like you so much.”

He sat cross-legged next to you, huffing. “Yeah, I’m having a really hard time believing that.”

“Why?”

“All I’ve done since I’ve met you is embarrass myself!”

“Well, yeah…” You smiled, and his head snapped to look at you. “But it’s cute. Every time you’ve embarrassed yourself, you’ve just been trying to impress me. It means you care.”

“Sorry to disappoint, but the swim trunks thing was not on purpose.” He raised his eyebrows, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

You gasped. “Are you sure? Because that actually impressed me the most. You better do it again, or else I may just get bored and leave.”

He smiled, and this time it took up his whole face. “Go on a date with me.”

You smiled back. “Okay.”

“Like, a real, proper date. Where I pay for your dinner and you wear a dress and I wear a tie. I’m tired of house parties.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay.” He parroted, standing up. “Tomorrow. At… uh… at eight?”

“Eight’s good.” You smiled up at him through heart-shaped lenses.

“...Cool. Wear- uh… wear a dress, okay?”

You nodded again. “You already told me to wear a dress.”

He nodded back, smiling and sort of in a trance as he jumped into the pool again.

You wore a white sundress for your date with Heeseung. There’s something about seeing a girl in a white dress that makes boys absolutely lose their minds, and Heeseung was no exception. He brought you a single rose and presented it to you when you opened your front door, wide eyes raking over your figure.

“You look…” He inhaled shakily. “So pretty.”

You took the rose out of his hand and kissed his cheek. His fingers brushing against your kiss-shaped cherry gloss on his cheek were starting to become habitual.

Heeseung did everything right. He opened the car door for you and took you out to a fancy restaurant. He laughed with you throughout the whole dinner and then paid for everything even though you insisted that he let you help. He let you pick the music in the car and then took you to see Top Gun at the cinema. He rested a hand on your knee throughout the entire film and he never tried to move it any higher. The movie was so boring you wanted to fall asleep, but his hand would start shaking a little bit during every sex scene, and that alone was entertaining enough to keep you awake.

It was perfect. The most perfect date you’d ever been on. The only date you had ever been on, you realized as he pulled up to your house again. You finally understood what all those songs meant when they complained about not wanting the night to end.

Heeseung turned his car off in your driveway and walked you to your front door. Once you were there, he awkwardly stood under the porch light and fidgeted with his hands.

“What is it, baby?”

“I think… I think this is the part where I’m supposed to kiss you.”

You laughed. “Well, do you want to kiss me?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Like, so bad.”

“...Are you waiting for me to tell you to or som-”

He gently held your face and pressed his lips to yours. It was a sweet kiss, just like you’d imagined it would be. It wasn’t anywhere near as messy as the other night. And Heeseung’s lips were soft; the softest you’d ever felt on a boy. His kisses were plush and warm and completely addicting. The two of you trailed each other’s lips when the other would pull away. He planted two final chaste kisses on your lips before leaning back.

“Goodnight, Heeseung.” You whispered, brushing your thumb over his cheek.

“Goodnight.” He whispered back, so quietly that he was basically just mouthing the word.

Neither of you moved. You giggled and kissed him again. “Goodnight,” you repeated, lightly pushing his chest away. You couldn’t remember the last time a boy made you giggle.

Heeseung slowly walked backwards down the path to your front door. “Can I see you tomorrow?”

“I think we can make that work.” You leaned against your front door and watched him walk away. “I might have some spare time between the unemployment at 12 and the sunbathing at 3.”

He made it all the way to his car, paused, and then jogged back up the path. He held your face in his hands and pulled you into one last kiss. “Sorry. Last one.”

You lightly pushed his chest away, though you were secretly hoping he’d kiss you again. “Drive safe, baby.” Though you knew he couldn’t drive any other way. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And you saw him every day after that, too. You came to the realization that you’d never really dated anybody before Heeseung. You’d been with plenty of guys, sure, but none of them had ever dated you. And Heeseung loved dates.

Summer teased you for it. “Have you even fucked him yet? Wasn’t that the whole point, to take his big dumb virginity?”

You didn’t care. You were having just as much fun going on dates with Heeseung and kissing him goodnight. He was constantly trying to come up with new places to take you and new excuses to press his lips to yours, because he loved kisses even more than he loved dates. He kissed you on top of the ferris wheel at the boardwalk, he kissed you in his parked car while you watched the sunset, he kissed you on the beach after he let you bury him up to his neck in sand; simply because you thought it would be fun and he never said no to you. It seemed like you spent an entire month with your lips against his.

And you didn’t mind it at all. The dates were the most fun you’d had in months and his kisses really were addicting.

You’d lost count of how many dates you’d been on the night that you couldn’t seem to pull away from him at your front door. Every kiss just left you wanting more, every sigh he made lit your whole body on fire. His hands were getting a little more curious, sliding down your waist and gripping you tighter as he moved his lips against yours. You’d never needed someone before.

“Come upstairs.” You whispered against his lips.

He blushed. “Your parents are in there.”

“They’re passed out drunk by now and their room is on the other side of the house.” You kissed him again. “Please, come upstairs, baby. I don’t want to stop kissing you.”

He whimpered and pulled you into another kiss. He actually whimpered.

You and Heeseung tiptoed up the stairs and you led him to your room. He’d never been in a girl’s room before and it showed. “It… it smells like you in here…” He sighed, looking around the room with wide eyes. All at once, he realized that this was where you sleep, where you get dressed, where you touch yourself. His head spun.

“C’mere, baby, help me pick out a record.” You kneeled in front of your record player, and he was thankful that he had something to distract him from the red lace panties he saw peeking out of your hamper.

“T-that one’s good.” He pointed to the first record he recognized.

“The Psychadelic Furs? Right, I forgot you’re a new wave geek.” You smiled at him, and he was too enamored to defend himself.

Heeseung sat on your bed while you put the record on, and he forced himself to not think about the things you’d done on that bed. He also forced himself to breathe. Neither seemed to work.

He held his breath and you walked over to sit next to him. You gently held his hand as you connected your mouth to his again, attempting to start another makeout session, but he was trembling. Like, worse than he was that night in the movie theater.

“Baby, you’re shaking.” You frowned.

“Sorry…” he breathed. “I’m so nervous. I just… I don’t think I’m ready to have sex yet but I don’t want to do nothing and I don’t want to disappoint you-”

“Heeseung, we can go as slow as you want to.” You gently squeezed his hand. “If you just want to kiss tonight, we don’t have to do anything else.”

He finally exhaled. “Can we just… do what feels right?”

You nodded. “Whatever you want, baby. Anything.” He gave you a little smile and pressed his lips to yours again.

Heeseung was a good kisser. The movements of his lips and tongue were calculated and just enough to turn you on without being overkill. And he was very observant, paying close attention to whatever got a reaction out of you so that he could do it again. His hands stayed on your hips and yours rested on his chest, gently tracing your fingers over the sculpted lines of it. You tried to plant kisses on his cheek so that you could make your way down to his neck, but his glasses hit you in the eye.

“Can I take these off?” You giggled.

He nodded and you slipped them off, folding them up on your nightstand. You studied his face without his glasses. His lips were plump from kisses and slightly shiny and red from your cherry gloss. His eyes were big as ever, and they sparkled as he looked at you.

“Your lips are so sweet, baby.” You kissed him again and again. “I love kissing you.”

He whimpered again, and you felt your panties sticking to you when you shifted to sit on your knees. Your eyes glanced to his lap, where there was a noticeable tent in his pants. He was rock-solid, no doubt.

You moved your hand down his chest and tummy to brush your fingertips over his erection. He let out a breathy moan and then squirmed away from your touch.

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Baby… have you ever been touched before?”

He blushed furiously and gave you a small nod, barely meeting your eyes. “A… a little”

“A little? What do you mean?”

He sighed, closing his eyes. “Well, I used to date this girl from the polo club…”

You nodded. “Mhm?”

“And… we used to… kiss. Sometimes.”

A little smile crept onto your lips. “Yeah? Did you ever try anything else, baby?”

He shifted in his seat, ears burning. “She touched me over my pants one time… but I…” He stared at his hands.

You smiled, squeezing his knee to comfort him. “What, baby?”

“I got too excited and…” he covered his face with his hands. “Agh, please don’t make me say it.”

So he really did cum in his pants! It wasn’t just a nasty rumor!

“She thought I was disgusting,” He continued, frowning. “She broke up with me and told everyone about it.”

“Is that why you’re so nervous, sweetheart? You’re afraid of getting too excited?”

“I can’t embarrass myself in front of you anymore.” He shook his head. “I won’t be able to live with myself.”

“Heeseung.” He looked in your eyes at the sound of his name and you gently held his cheek. “I would never make fun of you for something like that, baby. I’d never do that. I just want to make you feel good.”

He sighed and looked at you like you were a goddess before kissing you again. It was a much more heated kiss this time, his tongue feverishly working against yours, no matter how calculated its movements may be. You gently pushed him down on the bed and swung your leg over him, pressing yourself flush against his chest. He let out a little gasp.

“Is this okay, baby?”

“Yes.” He breathed. “God, yes.”

You made out with him and pressed your hips against his just hard enough to give him a little stimulation, not nearly hard enough to make him cum in his pants. His hands squeezed your waist, his legs slotted with yours. He gasped again when your thigh brushed against his crotch.

You pulled your lips away from his with a little smack, empathetically looking down as you brushed your fingertips over his bulge again. “Does it hurt?”

“M-mhm.” He nodded, unable to find any other words.

You finally left little kisses up his perfect neck, planting one final kiss on his earlobe. Your voice was barely a whisper. “Have you ever had a blowjob, baby?”

He almost came in his pants again. You pulled back to look in his eyes and he just stared up at you with that sweet Bambi gaze, ever-so-slightly shaking his head no.

“Can I give one to you?”

A tiny nod.

“I need to hear you say it, baby.”

“Yes,” he nodded again, more sure of himself. “Yes, please.”

You undid his tie and he sat up to help you shakily undo the buttons of his dress shirt. Though you’d seen him shirtless in the pool earlier, you couldn’t help but marvel at his body. His stomach was muscular from years of surfing and wrestling and it felt hard under your fingertips. He propped himself up on his elbows to watch you unzip his pants and pull them down.

“No Stormtroopers today?” You smiled up at him.

He exhaled a breathy laugh. “No, not today.”

You gently tugged the waistband of his boxers down, and his cock slapped against his toned lower abdomen once it was freed. His tip was red and dripping, the vein running along the bottom of his shaft pulsing slightly.

“Wow, baby…” You gently took his cock in your hands. “You have a really pretty dick.” You pressed a kiss to the tip of it. He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself to take deep breaths again. He’d pictured your face next to his dick a bit too many times before and seeing the real thing was overwhelming. When he opened his eyes, you were letting a glob of saliva drip onto his cock. It landed on his tip and then slid down his length, pooling at his balls.

Too much. His arms gave out and he just laid against your pillows, breathing heavily.

“Doing okay, baby?” You asked, gently jerking your spit into his cock.

“S-so good.” He breathed. You smiled and took his tip into your mouth, flicking your tongue over the sensitive underside of his head.

He moaned. Truly moaned, like you’d never heard a boy moan before. It was loud and pretty, like something that you’d only ever heard in porn. You shivered at the sound.

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to-” He sat back up a little.

“Don’t you dare stop.” You jerked your hand a little faster. “I want you to keep making those pretty noises for me, baby.” You kissed his base and then licked up to his tip before taking him in your mouth again.

Another gorgeous moan. His hands gripped your duvet, his pretty eyelashes fluttering shut. His whole body was shaking and he whimpered again as he subconsciously rolled his hips into your mouth. You gagged around his length and he let out a loud moan before sitting up again.

“I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to, it just felt so goo- O-oh…” You jerked your hand over his tip while you tongued at his base.

“Don’t apologize, baby. Do you like this?”

“That f-” His eyes rolled back and his precious head hit your pillow again. “That f-feels so…”

You smiled, playfully tracing your middle finger around his slit to smear his precum around. You looked up at him as you pressed more kisses up his shaft.

“Oh my god…” he whined. His eyebrows knit together and his lips stayed parted as he looked down at you.

You hummed and spit on his cock again, jerking his tip as he seemed to like so much. “You’re doing so good, Heeseung. Being so good for me.” He let out something between a whine and a moan as you took him in your mouth again, slowly jerking his base while your tongue worked over his tip.

“Oh god,” He whined, his knuckles white from gripping your sheets so hard. “W-wait, gonna-”

You pulled off his cock, jerking the tip in your hand and running your tongue along his shaft. “I want you to cum, baby. I want you to.” You gave his tip two more kitten licks before taking him in your mouth again, pumping his base.

He let out the prettiest moan he’d made all night when he came. You sucked him through his orgasm, swallowing every last drop of cum he pumped into your mouth. Once he caught his breath, he looked down at you gently tracing your fingers over his spent cock. It twitched under your fingers.

“Where- where’d it… oh god… did- did you swallow…?”

You wiped the corners of your mouth, moving up to hover over him. “You did so good for me, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.”

He whined and kissed you again. Tasting himself on your tongue was new and exciting and didn’t gross him out anywhere near as much as you thought it would. He gently flipped you over, kissing down your neck to the valley of your breasts. “C-can I…?” He looked up at you through his long eyelashes, and you pulled the straps of your dress and bra down to reveal your chest.

“Wow…” he breathed. “They’re so pretty. Can I…?”

“You can touch, baby. You don’t have to ask.” You smiled, running your fingers through his hair. He ran a thumb over one of your hardened nipples, taking the other one in his mouth and harshly sucking. “A-ah, not so hard, baby. They’re really sensitive.”

“Sorry.” He whispered, pressing a sweet kiss to your nipple. “M’sorry.”

“It’s okay, baby. It’ll feel really good if you just gently suck, okay? And keep doing that with your other hand.”

He followed your orders, worshipping your tits like they were the most precious treasure he’d ever held. His tongue occasionally flicked over them before he planted little kisses all over your chest.

“That’s it, Heeseung. Just like that, baby.” You sighed.

He positioned himself further down your body. “I’ve never… I’ve never done this before, so I need you to teach me, okay?”

“What do you want to do, baby?”

“I want to go down on you. Like you did for me.”

“Heeseung, sweetheart, you don’t have to. I didn’t do that to get something in return.”

“Isn’t sex supposed to feel good for both people?” He tilted his head. “I want to make you feel good, too.”

He looked up at you through his eyelashes again as he planted a singular kiss on your exposed thigh. You nodded. “Okay, baby.”

He helped you pull your dress off and you kicked it to the end of your bed next to where he was laying on his tummy. You threw your bra to the side, leaving you in your panties. “Why don’t you just try touching me first?”

He nodded, softly rubbing his fingers over the fabric of your underwear. “Y-you’re wet.” He whispered, almost to himself.

“You do that to me, baby. You’ve done that to me since the first night I met you.”

He whimpered again, pressing a kiss to your clothed heat. His tongue lightly dragged across the fabric and he pulled away with wide eyes. “Can I take them off of you?”

You nodded, lifting your hips so he could pull your panties down. You spread your legs for him to rest his shoulders between once they were off.

“Fuck…” he whispered. You had never heard him curse before.

“Teach me. Please, please, teach me,” he pleaded.

You nodded, spreading your pussy apart with two of your fingers and rubbing the bud there with a third. “Do you see this, baby?”

“Is that your clit?”

“Mhm. If you want to use your mouth, you can lick me there. Or you can suck, but not too hard or it’ll hurt. You can just touch me with your fingers, too.” He nodded, noting your words like it was the most valuable information he’d ever heard. You laughed. “Why don’t you just… try? I’ll tell you if something feels good, okay?”

He nodded, leaning forward to lick a single stripe up your pussy. You squirmed a little bit at the stimulation.

“You’re… sweet.” He breathed. He brought his face back to your pussy, giving your clit a few kitten licks just as you’d told him to.

“Mmm… that’s good, baby. Like that.” You threaded your fingers through his hair, pushing it off his forehead. He gave your clit a few more little licks and you let out a few breathy moans for him. “Can I try some other things, too?” he looked up at you.

“Try anything, baby. Go ahead.”

He nodded, running his tongue all over your pussy before it found your hole. The tip of his tongue dipped into your entrance, collecting your arousal and spreading it around your cunt before moving back up to lap at your clit. “T-that felt good, Heeseung.” You praised him. “Do that again.”

He continued his movements, his confidence building a bit. The record playing in the background was long finished, and the sound of it crackling and popping did nothing to mask the little squelching sounds of your baby’s tongue on your pussy. Heeseung was already completely hard again.

“Can I try sucking?”

“Mhm. Gentle, baby.”

His pretty lips ever-so-gently wrapped around your clit, sucking so light and sweet that it was almost like he was giving your clit little kisses. “Good… god, that’s good, Heeseung. That’s a good boy.” You praised, completely unaware of the new title you’d just given him.

He moaned against your cunt. “Can I use my fingers, too?”

“Yes,” you breathed. A few seconds passed and you felt nothing, so you looked down. He was looking between his hand and your pussy with furrowed eyebrows. “I don’t wanna hurt you,” he whispered.

“You’re not gonna hurt me, baby. Just be gentle. And curve them up towards my belly button while you thrust them, okay?”

He nodded. “H-how many?”

“Just two, baby.” You smiled down at him, pushing his hair off his forehead again. “Two’s perfect.”

He nodded again and softly slipped his pointer and middle fingers into your pussy, whimpering once they were knuckle-deep. “Oh my god,” he whined.

“Feels good, baby. Now just slowly pump them in and out and curve them like I told you.”

He was such a good listener. His long, slender fingers felt better than anyone else’s ever had, including your own.

“Can I do this and use my mouth at the same time?”

“Please, Heeseung. Please do that.” You breathed. Hearing you beg for him made him ache all over.

He used his other hand to draw a few little circles on your clit before lacing his fingers with yours and gently attaching his mouth to your pussy again. His fingers pumped at a steady pace, brushing your g-spot with each stroke as his lips and tongue massaged your clit.

“Baby,” you moaned, “You’re incredible. You’re doing so good, angel.”

Heeseung moaned against your cunt at the praise, moving his tongue down to flick over where his fingers entered you. The tip of his upturned nose bumped your clit. You arched your back, and he pressed his face further into your pussy.

“Mph! Baby… I think you’re gonna make me cum.” You breathed. He moved his mouth back up to your clit, whimpering and licking and gently sucking.

“Hee… fuck, j-just like that, baby.” This feeling was so foreign. Boys never made you cum. You’d only ever felt this way by yourself late at night in your room. But here Heeseung was, with his pretty little mouth and his perfect fingers, about to be the first person who had ever seen you have a real orgasm.

“A-ah, fuck,” your toes curled as you squeezed your eyes shut. The pressure in your core was almost to a peak. “That’s- that’s it, baby- fuck!” One last suck from his lips and curl of his fingers had you falling apart. Your walls clenched around his fingers and he moaned and hummed against your pussy as you came. Your body spasmed on the bed, back arching and hips wiggling as your high washed over you. Heeseung slowly pulled his fingers out of you once you came down.

“I’m… I’m so sorry.” He whispered.

Your eyes snapped open. “Why are you sorry? That felt really good, baby.”

“I… I came on your dress.” You looked down at the fabric, which had somehow gotten bunched up between his legs. So that was why he was moaning so much. “And it was so pretty. God, I’m so sorry.” He whined your name.

You giggled, pulling him up to you and kissing his glossy lips. “I don’t care about the dumb dress, baby. You did so good.” You kissed him again. “You know that was the first time anybody has ever made me cum?”

His eyes widened. “...Really? I was one of your firsts?”

“Yeah,” you breathed. “I guess you were.”

He smiled through the next kiss he gave you. His breaths were uneven, and for a moment, you thought he was crying. When you pulled away to look into his eyes, he was giggling.

“W… what’s funny?”

“Nothing!” He smiled, a blush spreading across his cheeks. “I’m just… I’m really happy right now.”

You brushed his bangs out of his eyes. “Yeah… I am too, baby.”

A small feeling of guilt crept into your stomach as he laid his head on your chest. Your own voice echoed in your head as you remembered all the times you’d described what you wanted to do to a boy like Heeseung. How you wanted to break him and ruin him, turn him into a mess for you. You ran your fingers through Heeseung’s fluffy dark hair and understood what the term ‘lovesick’ meant.

He’s perfect. And people aren’t supposed to be perfect, but he is. To ruin him would be a tragedy.

Heeseung started calling you his girlfriend after that night. He never really asked or made a big deal about it, he just casually slipped it into conversation whenever he got the chance.

“My girlfriend loves cherry stuff. She always wears this cherry-flavored lipgloss and it sticks to my cheeks when she kisses me.”

The gas station employee stared at him. “The lollipop is 89 cents, sir.”

The guys definitely caught on, too. Heeseung was constantly asking if you could join them when they made plans. Like this morning, for example, when Sunghoon asked if they all could go surfing on Heeseung’s beach.

“Can my girlfriend come?”

“You know we know her name, right? And I thought you said she didn’t like surfing?” Jay asked.

“She likes to watch.” Heeseung shrugged.

Which was true. You loved watching the boys. They were funny, and they truly loved being around each other. Watching them was like watching a sitcom. You sat on a towel on the beach, listening to Heeseung’s small radio while they surfed. The summer was almost halfway over, and it was turning out to be a lot purer than you anticipated.

Jake waddled up the beach, trying to knock the water out of his ears. He’d just wiped out for the third time in a row.

“That was quite a fall.” You laughed as he plopped down next to you on your towel.

“I just don’t get how Heeseung’s so good at it. He doesn’t even have to try!” He groaned, hitting the side of his head to get more water out.

“He’s good at everything.” You smiled, taking out the small pair of binoculars he gave you to watch him through.

“Yeah…” Jake sighed. “He really likes you, you know.”

“I know.”

“No, I mean he really likes you. He talks about you all the time. It’s kind of annoying, really.”

You didn’t say anything, smiling as you watched your boy through the binoculars. He looked at you and waved, screaming out a “Watch this!” that was muted over the ocean breeze. You gave him a thumbs-up while Jake kept talking.

“Jay still doesn’t really trust you. He thinks you’re going to break his heart.”

“I can’t blame him for that.” You sighed. “I have a pretty bad track record.”

“But… you aren’t going to, right?”

You watched Heeseung through the binoculars. He caught a wave, then stood up on his board and did a sort of flip trick. He tried to wave to you once he landed and ended up wiping out, slamming face-first into the ocean.

You smiled. “No, I don’t think I will.”

Heeseung waddled up the beach doing the same head shake that Jake did to get the water out of his ears. Jake stood up from his spot on the towel. “Just… take care of him. Okay?”

“Okay.”

Heeseung plopped down where Jake had been sitting as the latter made his way back down the beach. The towel darkened as beads of water dripped onto it. “What were you guys talking about?”

“You.” You answered honestly. “You looked really cool out there, baby.”

“You saw?” He blushed. “I tried to do a trick for you.”

“It was cool. I loved it.” You repeated yourself, pushing his wet hair off his forehead and then cupping his face. He leaned into your touch and pressed a kiss to your hand.

“Are you wearing enough sunscreen?” He squinted at your shoulders. “I don’t want you to get burned.”

Your stomach flipped and your heart broke at the same time. Never, in your entire life, had a boy cared whether or not you got a sunburn. Or opened a car door for you, or bought you flowers. Or kissed you just to kiss you, not to start anything else. Never had a boy bought cherry lollipops for you at the gas station because he remembered how your lips tasted and thought of you when he saw them.

And you didn’t deserve any of it.

“Are you?” His voice was laced with concern. “Here, turn around. I’ll put some more on.”

Heeseung sat up on his knees to work the sunscreen into your skin and you tried not to cry. His hands were so gentle, touching you like you were the most precious thing he’d ever held.

“Hey, are you okay?” He wiped his hands on his own shoulders once he was done.

“Why are you so sweet to me?” You whispered, staring out into the ocean. He sat next to you and stared, too, resting his hands on his knees. There was a beat of silence, and then he sighed.

“You’re the best girl in the world. And I…” He shifted in his seat, looking down at his hands. “You know… I love you.”

Your head turned to look into his eyes. They widened when he saw the look of shock on your face and the tears in yours.

“That was weird! That was weird, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said-”

You kissed him. He tasted like the ocean.

“I… I love you too, baby.” You whispered back, and you were 95% sure that you meant it.

Heeseung’s parents went out of town the next week, but he didn’t want to have a party. He wouldn’t tell anybody why but was insistent on it, no matter how much Jake begged. You were reading magazines on your bed when the phone rang.

“GOT IT!” You screamed, although you weren’t sure your parents were even home. “Hello?”

“Hi.”

“Hi, baby.” You smiled. “What’s up?”

“Can you come over? Like… like right now?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes! Yeah. Just… come over, okay? I love you.”

The line clicked dead before you could respond. Once you got to Heeseung’s, you pounded on the huge double doors of his house. No answer.

“Baby?” You yelled, cupping your hand around your face to look in the door. Nothing. “Heeseung?” You jiggled the door handle, and it opened.

Heeseung’s house was beautiful. Even more so without a bunch of drunk teenagers crowding it. It was open and tastefully decorated, pictures of baby Heeseung and his brother strategically placed about. You picked up a frame on the small table next to the couch, and a very tiny Heeseung smiled back at you with arms clad in pool floaties. Your heart ached.

Something moved in the corner of your eye and you turned to look out the huge glass windows. Heeseung was kneeling on the beach, adjusting something that you couldn’t see behind the seagrass.

Those doors were still impossible to open. You pried one ajar just far enough to squeeze through when you stood sideways.

“Baby?” You called out, shielding the sun out of your eyes with your hand. “What are you doing?”

“Ah! Don’t look! Close your eyes!”

You laughed and covered your eyes with your hand.

“It was…” He panted, trudging up the beach to you. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“You sounded like you were shitting yourself over the phone,” you laughed. “What is it?”

He held his hand out for you to follow him and walked back down the beach. Behind the seagrass, there was a pretty quilt laid out with a basket on top of it. Two crystal wine glasses sat next to it, a bottle of pink lemonade between them. You looked at him and his ears were flaming.

“It’s been two months since we met. I thought we should… you know… celebrate. Or something.”

How has it only been two months?

“Baby…” you whispered. “This is… this is so sweet. I don’t deserve this.”

He shook his head. “It’s nothing, really. I made the sandwiches myself so they probably taste really bad, anyway.”

You laughed and sat down on the quilt, kicking off your sandals.

“And I was going to bring wine but everything in my parents’ cellar tastes so bad. You like lemonade, right?” He sat down next to you.

You nodded.

“Ah- ow, wait,” He stood on his knees to pull something out of his back pocket. A very flattened rose appeared and he sighed. “Man… I really wanted to give this to you. You know, because I gave you a rose on our first date? But I crushed it… I’m sor-”

“I love it.” You swallowed the lump in your throat. “It’s perfect, baby. I don’t care if it’s crushed.”

“Wait, hey, are you crying? Don’t cry! I’ll get another rose, they’re only like two dollars!”

You shook your head, waving your hand to tell him to stop. You took a deep breath and he watched you with that look he always got when he watched you.

“You really do love me, don’t you?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “Of course I do. You’re my favorite girl in the world.”

Why did it feel like you’d been stabbed in the stomach? You jumped on top of him, resting a knee on either side of his lap, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing. He immediately hugged you back, burying his face in your neck. You kissed the top of his head.

“I love you, baby.” You whispered against his hair. You cupped his face and pulled it up to yours to look in those doe eyes. “I love you so much, Heeseung.”

You were 100% sure that you meant it. And he looked at you like you’d hung the moon.

While you kissed him, you wondered how he’d managed to squeeze his way into your heart. He’d completely split you open and forced you to feel things that would’ve disgusted you two months ago. You were planning on breaking him this summer and he’d broken you. You loved him with your entire being and it scared the ever-loving fuck out of you.

“I’m ready now,” he whispered against your lips, barely audible.

“W-what?”

“To have sex. I’m ready.”

“Are you sure, baby?” You brushed his bangs off his forehead. The question was just a formality. You knew he was ready. You’d been fooling around nonstop since that one night, and his confidence had only grown since.

He nodded. “Positive.”

“Okay. We can go back to mine after we finish eating, okay? I have condoms there.” You kissed his forehead.

“There’s… uh-” he blushed. “There are condoms in the basket. Jay gave them to me right before our first date and I’ve sort of been… saving them.”

“You want to do it here? On the beach?” You laughed, tracing your fingertips over his chest. He looked up at you with wide eyes as his face heated up. “That’s naughty, baby.”

“N-no it’s not! It’s a private beach, nobody’s gonna s- ah-” He interrupted himself with a little moan when you started sucking on his neck.

“I like that my baby’s a little bit naughty,” you whispered into the shell of his ear. “Just for me, right?”

“M-mhm. I-I’m your baby,” he whispered back. “Just for you.”

Fuck. Your hands immediately moved to the buttons of his shirt as you kissed him again. You rested your hands on his abs once his shirt was all the way open. The sun was just beginning to set and it painted him in orange light, illuminating every dip and curve of his body. His belly rose and fell with his quickened breaths.

“Have I ever told you how sexy you are, baby?” You breathed, running your hands over his abdomen. He gave you a tiny shake of his head.

“You are, Heeseung. You’re so fucking sexy, sweetheart.”

He slid his shirt off of his shoulders and pulled you into another kiss, pressing his body against yours. You mentally thanked yourself for wearing a sundress today, because it made it easy to grind your heat against Heeseung’s hardening dick. His moans were as precious and addicting as ever.

Your hands slid down his stomach to unbutton his pants, and he wiggled his hips to help you pull them off. You reached behind him to open the picnic basket, immediately spotting the gold foil of a condom packet. You spotted something else, too.

“Baby,” your voice was almost whiny. “Did you cut the sandwiches into little hearts?”

Those Bambi eyes. “I wanted them to be special for you.”

You grabbed the condom out of the basket and kissed him again, words of praise escaping your lips through kisses. “My sweet boy.” Another kiss. “My angel baby.”

Heeseung gently tugged the straps of your dress down your shoulders and immediately took one of your tits in his hands, massaging it and gently latching his mouth onto the other. He looked up at you through his eyelashes as he softly sucked your nipple, occasionally flicking his tongue over the bud.

He made you so proud. “Good boy, Heeseung,” You smiled, lacing your fingers through his hair. He whimpered and slid his hands up your legs to tug on the waistband of your panties. He didn’t ask for your permission before pulling them down and for some reason, that made your chest swell with pride again.

He kept sucking your tits as his fingers brushed over your pussy. With a knee rested on either side of his lap, you were already spread open for him, so he took the opportunity to circle his fingers around your clit. His movements were just enough; not too hard or too soft, not too fast or too slow. A little smile would appear on his lips every time you moaned for him. He really had learned a lot, you supposed.

You dipped your fingers into the band of his boxers and gently pulled them down to see that he was already fully hard, his tip reddened and leaking. You took him in your hand and gently pumped him while you kissed him for a little while longer, working him up even more.

“I’m gonna put the condom on you, okay baby?” He nodded and laid back on his elbows while you unwrapped the condom and rolled it onto him. You lifted up your dress and slid his cock between your folds, grinding your clit up and down his length and coating the condom in your slick.

“O-oh my god,” he whined, closing his eyes.

“You like that?” You smiled down at him.

He nodded and rested a hand on your thigh, his kiss-plumped lips parted in a moan. You took him in your hand again and teased his tip over your opening.

“Ready?” You asked quietly.

“Please.” He breathed.

You kept eye contact with him as you sunk down onto his length. This was the longest you’d gone without having sex in quite a while, and the stretch made you take in a sharp inhale. Heeseung’s face made it worth it. His eyebrows were knitted together and his jaw was clenched, his lips pressed together. You lifted yourself up on his cock and sunk back down on it.

“Fuck,” he moaned. The second time you had ever heard him curse.

You couldn’t wait any longer. You started bouncing on his cock, resting your hands on his stomach for support. He really was the perfect length, hitting every spot inside of you and stretching you out deliciously.

“Slowslowslowslow,” He whined, squeezing your thigh. You slowed down to an almost stop.

“You okay, baby?”

“Too good. Wanna make this last.”

You smiled and lifted your dress over your head, the ocean breeze dancing across your skin. This was the first time you’d ever had sex outside before, you realized. By the end of the summer, Heeseung would have taken as many of your firsts as you had his.

You pressed your body flush against him, pulling his lips into another kiss. Heeseung let out little moans into your mouth when you started slowly pumping him in and out of you again. He rested his hands on your waist but didn’t push or pull you, giving you complete control over his body.

And he felt so good. His dick was just as perfect as the rest of him, you were completely convinced. Lazily grinding your hips against his felt just as good as riding him, and when he’d bury his face in your neck, you could hear every little moan and whimper that escaped his lips. You leaned back after a few moments and moved a bit faster. Heeseung couldn’t even come up with words, he just laid his head back and moaned for you, making the prettiest faces you’d ever seen. His muscles tensed and relaxed under his golden skin.

“Always so good for me,” you praised, looking into his eyes which were full of nothing but pure adoration. He made you feel like the most important person in the world.

He propped himself up on one arm to stare at where he disappeared inside of you and couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away. His moans were becoming increasingly desperate as he reached a hand up to thumb at your clit.

“Heeseung…” you breathed, tightening around him.

“W-wait- ah!” he squeaked. You felt the condom fill inside of you, warming you up even more.

“That’s it, baby,” you praised, riding him through his high. “That’s a good boy.”

He whimpered and shook through his orgasm, his hands squeezing your thighs. You leaned down and kissed him again. “You did so good, baby.”

You heard him sniffle.

“Baby?”

“N-no I didn’t,” his eyes were glassy. “I’m so sorry. I wanted to last longer for you so bad.”

“Sweetheart, stop it. It felt amazing. It was perfect.” You cupped his cheek in your hand. “You were perfect.”

He shook his head. “We’re not done until you cum, too.”

Heeseung gently flipped you over, pulling out of you and tossing the used condom to the side. He positioned his shoulders between your legs and then immediately buried his head between your thighs, pressing his face to your pussy and splitting you open with his tongue.

“A-ah!” you threw your head back in a moan, stringing your fingers through his hair. He took a few seconds to just taste you and then got to work. After weeks of practice, Heeseung was an expert at eating you out. His tongue flicked over your clit a few times before he wrapped his lips around it and gently sucked, and then repeated the process. You were already close to an orgasm before, so you got close again in no time.

He ate you out with even more enthusiasm than normal. The slurping noises coming from between your thighs made your head spin. His mouth was so sweet and so sinful.

“H-Hee-” you started, looking down at him. He made eye contact and moaned against your pussy and that was all you needed to cum all over his pretty mouth. Your back arched as he licked you through your orgasm, humming against your clit and circling it with his tongue.

He moved up to press his glossy lips to yours in a heated kiss. “C-can we… try again?” he breathed. You looked down and saw that he was completely hard again.

“Yes. Yes, baby, please.”

He quickly got another condom out of the basket and rolled it down onto his length, aligning himself with your entrance again. You wrapped one of your arms around his neck as he slowly pushed in, meeting his eyes once he bottomed out. Heeseung laced his fingers through your free hand as he started thrusting. Precious.

His thrusts were slow and deep, much deeper than he was before. You swore you could feel him in your chest. You wrapped a leg around his waist so that he could go even deeper and simultaneously moaned with him.

“You’re amazing, Heeseung. Feels so fucking good, baby.”

“I love you so much,” he whimpered, burying his face in your neck.

You were both shaking in overstimulation, sweaty and clinging to each other for dear life. He was the most beautiful mess you’d ever seen.

Your orgasms built alongside each other this time. Every movement he made brought you closer to the edge, every noise and praise from you did the same for him. His thrusts eventually picked up speed, his tip bumping your swollen g-spot with every stroke. When he slid his hand down to play with your clit again, you couldn’t help but cum on his cock with a loud whine.

And that, Heeseung was convinced, was the single most euphoric sensation he’d ever felt in his life. Your walls sort of fluttered and then clenched, squeezing his orgasm out of him. His moans were just as loud, if not louder, than yours as he pumped the condom full. He collapsed on top of you once you both completely finished.

You ran your hands over his sculpted back. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he mumbled like a mantra, pressing his lips to your neck. The sun had finally set, and the night breeze made you shiver as you tried to catch your breath.

Heeseung pulled out of you and you shivered again. “Are you cold?” he asked, voice laced with concern.

“I’m okay, baby. Can you hand me my dress?”

He tied off the condom as you slipped your dress back on, shivering again. He frowned once he was dressed, too.

“You’re cold.”

“I’m fine, baby. I want to eat all the food you made. You worked so hard on this.”

He shook his head, moving to stand up. “I’m not gonna let my girl sit out here in the cold.” He reached a hand down to help you up. “I have Star Wars on VHS. We can watch and eat at the same time.”

You smiled. “Okay.”

He held your hand as you walked back up the beach, and it didn’t feel real. You ate those heart-shaped sandwiches while lightsaber sounds played in the background and that didn’t feel real, either.

You were in love with a boy who loved Star Wars and drove way too slow and wore ties to house parties. He held your hand just to hold it; he kissed your lips just to kiss them. You loved a boy who still wrestled with his friends in the pool even though it had been ages since they made up the game and he wasn’t a kid anymore. He is thoughtful and he is silly and he is good. He kept roses in his pockets for you and then offered to buy you more when he sat on them. He remembers your favorite songs and your least favorite ones so that he can change the radio station for you. He likes when you wear dresses and he likes when your lipgloss sticks to his cheeks. He can’t handle his liquor and he cries way too easily and he’s perfect.

Your baby. He’s perfect.

And you weren’t disappointed at all that your project didn’t go according to plan.

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