#lee heeseung oneshot
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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 (l.hs)
pairing: heeseung x reader (f)
summary: your daughter asks heeseung to tell the greatest love story of all and he takes the chance to narrate how he met you, the love of his life.
warnings: fluff & crack! (i tried), early 2000s au, kinda enemies to lovers, heeseung is down bad, they have a daughter, mentions of pregnancy, heeseung plays basketball, cuddling and kissing, light angst, mentions of leukaemia, parent’s death, if more lmk. NOT PROOFREAD
published: 23rd April 2024
wc: 6.2k
tag list: @stolasisyourparent @jaeyunsbimbo @heelvsted
Heeseung couldn’t bring himself to wake you up, knowing you were so exhausted from all the things you had to do.
Not only did you manage to prepare everything for Jia’s kindergarten, take her there and get to work in time but you also cleaned and cooked in your spare time, leaving little to just sit down and rest, which was why every time you sat down on the sofa, you ended up falling in a deep slumber.
He smiled fondly, covering your curled figure with a blanket and turned around with his hands on his hips “Tin Soldier.”
He called with a forced low voice, making Jia’s attention turn from the toy in her hand to her father, she placed her stocky hand on her forehead, standing at attention “Captain Hamster.”
Heeseung chuckled at her high pitched voice and scooped her up from the floor, taking her in his arms “Mission sweet tooth,” He booped her nose “Time for teeth brushing.”
Jia let out a whine of disappointment “But I want to play more.” She pouted, and if Heeseung didn’t know how much you’d get upset if Jia missed her bedtime, he’d let his daughter play to her heart's content.
“I know,” He pinched her cheek softly, earning a giggle “But I heard the tooth fairy doesn’t come to those who don’t brush their teeth before bed…” He trailed off, Jia’s eyes widened and she quickly climbed down Heeseung’s arms, hurrying upstairs. He could hear her small steps darting to the bathroom, making him smile writhing himself.
He glanced back at you, feeling such an euphoric feeling he thought his heart would explode.
Heeseung walked close to you and placed a featherlight kiss on your forehead, but your momma instinctive feelings made your eyes open up, alerted to your surroundings as you tried to get the sight of your daughter.
“Shh..” He soothed, caressing your cheek “I’ll prepare Jia for bed, mh?” He kissed the corner of your lips, your eyes already closed under his relaxing touch “You stay here, I'll take you to bed later.” You just let out a sleepy hum, your eyes too heavy to stay open more.
Heeseung went upstairs, following his daughter’s route and getting to the bathroom where she was already brushing her teeth, probably with a little too much toothbrush but it didn’t matter. He was glad she was trying.
Jia rinsed her mouth and opened it to let her father see how much of a good job she did, Heeseung smiled proudly “Great job, Tin Soldier. It's jammy mission now.” Jia giggled as she hurried off the stool that helped her reach the faucet and took Heeseung's sleeve, dragging him (more like, he let himself be dragged) to her bedroom.
The baby took her pyjama from the chair and placed it on the bed, “Daddy, can you help me?” She asked, clumsily removing her clothes.
Heeseung nodded, smiling as he saw her attempts at changing, despite still not majoring in it. In no time, she was clean and ready to bed, Heeseung tugged her under the blankets and sat by the edge of the bed, only the thin reflection of the pink night light illuminating the room.
They stared at each other for a few moments until Jia spoke “No bedtime story?” She tilted her head in confusion “You want me to tell you a bedtime story?”
“Mommy always does,” He explained, hugging her purple bear tightly “And what kind of stories does mommy tell you?” Heeseung asked, curious
“She usually recounts Tangled because she like a Flynn Rider.” Jia informed, making Heeseung raise a brow “She does?” Was it possible to feel jealous of a cartoon character? Probably not but Heeseung was crazy about you, so he’d make it a normal thing.
“Yes, but it’s always the same story.” Jia sighed, shaking her head “I want a more interesting one.”
Heeseung stayed silent, his lips forming a thin line as he tried to think “What do you want to hear about?”
It didn’t take much for Jia to reply “I want the greatest love story of all.” She answered happily, at her age, everything was about fantasies and unicorns.
So, Heeseung tried to think about the many love stories he knew, the famous tales he’d known growing up. There was Cinderella, The Little Mermaid and…. a candle lit in his mind.
“I’ll tell you the greatest love story of all,” He started with a cocky smirk “The best fairytale ever told.”
His words fuelled Jia’s curiosity as she snuggled better under the blankets, eyes sparkling “The wonderful love story of Lee Heeseung and L/N Y/N.”
Jia’s face was puzzled “But that’s you and mommy.” She stated and Heeseung nodded, smiling “Mommy isn’t a princess.”
Heeseung shook his head, but his smile never disappeared from his lips. “No, she’s my queen.” He ruffled Jia’s hair “So, do you want to hear it?”
“Mhmh!” Jia hummed in response “If mommy is a queen then I am the princess.” Heeseung let out a low chuckle, nodding “Yes, you are our dear princess.”
Jia smiled widely, one of those smiles that made your days uncontrollably better and sweeter “Tell me, tell me.” She incited her father
“It all started on..”
⪩⪨
A rainy Thursday afternoon. It was the perfect time for a cinema hang out with friends. You stood in front of the long line, it seemed like everyone had your same idea since both elderly couples and families with children were buying tickets and popcorn. You waved your hand to a young boy who was staring at you while holding a sachet of popcorn bigger than him, he waved back, making you smile.
You turned your head to see that most of the queue was gone, so you surpassed some of those people who never moved and just stared at the menu. You already knew your order, so why would you wait for them to choose?
The cashier who looked like he could really do a vacation asked in a monotone voice “What do you want to order?”
“A packet of Twizzlers.” You said but your voice did not seem quite like yours. You turned your head to the side just to meet a pair of big eyes staring at you in disbelief.
You two narrowed your eyes at each other, a staring battle that would declare the winner. Why were you acting that way? Because the packet of Twizzlers was the last one, and if that pretty boy thought he could steal it from you, he thought wrongly.
The cashier cleared his throat. “It’s the last one.” He stated, holding the dear packet of candies in front of you two
“I was there first.” The boy tried to defend himself, making you scoff “He was talking to me.” You raised a challenging brow.
“I clearly saw you cutting the line.” He blamed “False accusation, do you have any proof?”
“You were at the end of the queue just two seconds ago!” He exclaimed, making you smirk “You were staring at me?” Pink flashed instantly on the guy’s cheeks “No.” He tried to mask it, but you could clearly see some frustration in his features
The cashier cleared his throat once again, snatching your attention. “Just decide already, or I will.”
“No!” You both screamed, side eyeing each other once again “They’re mine.” The boy said, making you roll your eyes, “Your name ain’t written on them.”
“Neither is yours.” He raised his chin, an attempt to make you see he wasn’t backing down.
There was a moment where you two stared at each other, silence filling the place except for the vociferate inside the cinema halls, waiting for the movie to begin.
“Rock, paper, scissors!” You both exclaimed at the same time again, showing your hands. He cursed under his breath, seeing your petite hand that represented paper wrap around his closed fist which was rock.
“I won.” You said mockingly, throwing a few coins on the counter and taking the packet of twizzlers in your hand.
You were walking away when the cashier called you “Miss, excuse me?” You turned around and raised a questioning brow
He waved the coins you used to pay for the candies “You’re missing ten cents.”
You widened your eyes, checking your jeans pockets. You were sure you took the right amount of money, had you miscounted them?
An hopeful grin spread across the guy’s lips, taking the pennies from the cashier’s fingers and walking toward you “Guess this should be mine.” He tried to take the packet of Twizzlers but you moved your arm
He sighed, shaking his head “Listen, darling—“ “Don’t call me darling” You snapped at him, a frown on your face
He placed two surrounding hands between you two “Alright, my bad.” He then pointed at you and the dear packet of candies “You don’t have enough money, but I do, so just give it up and go watch your movie.”
Your mouth fell agape, staring at him in disbelief. However, you had nothing to counterattack anymore and had to stay still when he took the packet, replacing your hand with your not enough coins and paying for it to the overtired cashier.
The boy winked at you before disappearing down the corridor that led to the halls.
A movie just wasn’t the same without Twizzlers, but instead of doing twenty cents charity outside the cinema to buy at least a coke, you hurried inside the hall that projected ‘The Notebook’ and tried to find your seat, despite the room being dark already. Fortunately, there was at least ten minutes of advertising, so you had enough time to let yourself fall on the seat with a loud thud, earning a few ‘shhh’s from other people.
“Girl, what’s wrong with you?” Your best friend, Sunoo asked “What took you so long to come back? I thought you got lost or something.”
You shook your head, a defeated expression painted on your face “Someone stole my Twizzlers.” You fake-dried a tear
“Aw, poor you.” Sunoo patted your shoulder, knowing your tradition of eating candies and drinking coke while watching a movie “It’s ok, I’ll share my coke with you.” He took the giant cup and placed it on the armrest between the two of you. You smiled at him and focused your attention on the movie that started.
You felt a familiar scent filling your nostrils, you slowly turned your head and raised a brow when you noticed that not only had that boy stolen your candies, he was also eating them on the seat beside yours. You had not noticed it when you first sat down, but now you could clearly see his silhouette enjoying the snack that should’ve been yours.
As if feeling someone’s stare on him, he turned his head and met your angry gaze, his eyes widened a little before they turned into two half-moons, a smug grin on his lips. You exchanged no words but the way he was acting was so mocking it made your blood burn.
You gave your attention back to the film, not wanting to fuel his ego by acting affected by his childish behaviour. Yes, it was childish, but you were more petty so it did anger you. Who did he think he was to act that way?
The movie continued, even if you were painfully aware of the parasite beside you, you were able to follow the whole plot line until the ending scene was replaced with the closing credits. Murmurs filled the cinema room, the lights went on and you heard.
Sunoo was crying rivers beside you which made you chuckle, he had already finished his third tissue when he said “I’ll run to the bathroom.” To probably cry some more and try to fix his swelling eyes later. You were about to follow him when you heard a sniffle from your other side, you turned around and your eyes lit up when you noticed the stealer crying.
He raised his head and hid it behind his hands when he noticed you were staring. A heartfelt laugh escaped your lips “Don’t laugh at me.” He mumbled with a clear runny nose “You bet I am.” You sat down again, waiting for all the people to flow out and leave the exits freer “That’s what you get for stealing my snacks.”
He peaked at you from behind his fingers. “It’s not my fault you’re broke.” You tsked at his false-not-so-false statement “It’s not my fault you’re a crybaby.”
He side-eyed you and you side-eyed him back, just like Sunoo had taught you. The boy tried to dry his tears and runny nose, which was both unhygienic and impossible with one palm of his hand.
You felt a little pitiful for him and sighed, taking a tissue from the small tissue box and handing it to the boy.
He eyed it warily, not sure if he should’ve accepted it or not. “It’s not poisonous, unlike your germs.” You waved it in front of his face and he accepted it with a groan, blowing his nose and drying his tears.
He crumpled it and put it in his jeans pocket, staring at you while gulping down in a nervous way. You chuckled teasingly “What? Is the venom acting up?”
He rolled his eyes and took something from inside his hoodie’s pocket, “I saved this for you.”
You stared at the red candy stick he was holding out for you with a frown “What?” You asked, puzzled. Heeseung just sighed, acting unbiased. “I was full, don’t think I did it out of kindness.”
“What’s your name?” You asked suddenly, making him widen his eyes “Careful, you sound interested.”
You pursued your lips “Just answer, yeah?” The boy placed the candy on your palm, standing up.
You hadn’t noticed it, but he towered you by a lot just with you sitting, you didn’t imagine how you would have to pull your neck to look into his eyes by standing in front of him.
He stretched, lazily placing his hands in his pocket “Heeseung,” He beckoned to you “Y/N.” You replied
“Thank you for the tissue, Y/N.” He said and the way your name rolled from his tongue made your stomach turn. Whether it was disgust or attraction, you didn’t dare to label.
“Unthank you for the Twizzlers.” You smirked and turned on your heels, walking away before he even had the chance to talk to you more.
⪩⪨
“You cried over a movie?” Jia asked in an accusatory tone “I’m a sensitive person.” Heeseung huffed, blinking faintly
“I think you’re just a cry baby.” Jia raised her chin proudly “I didn’t even cry when I went to the dentist.”
Heeseung sniggered softly, booping his daughter's nose. He couldn’t help but always show some sort of affection towards her. The feeling of protection and longing was so strong whenever they spent time together. “Of course, you’re stronger than me.”
“Did you see her again later?” Heeseung nodded “Yes, but it was a lot of time later, like one month or so.” Jia widened her eyes “That much?” He hummed, running a hand in his hair “I was always awestruck when I saw her, it happened at the cinema and again…”
⪩⪨
“A 40, please.” Heeseung forced out a smile and handed the skates to the young girl who just asked. He was supposed to be relaxing at home but his brother decided to have a small trip with his girlfriend and obviously, it was Heeseung’s turn to cover up for him.
He had been handing skates that smelled like sweat and rotten cheese to people for four hours, and the thoughts of doing that for another one and half made him feel sick.
“A 38, please.” Heeseung’s eyes widened at the familiar voice, he raised his head and stared at your face through his bangs.
“You!” You both shouted at the same time, making the gesture of the Spiderman meme “What are you doing here?” He asked, eyeing you up and down.
Perhaps, it was the reddish lightning of the room, or the fact that your hair had grown a little, seeming like the perfect length for you; or the soft make up accentuating your face. Or maybe just the toxic fumes from the overused skates played tricks on his head.
“What’s taking so long?” One arm sneaked around your shoulders, making Heeseung raise a brow.
Oh, that was why you were there.
“My size is hard to find.” You lied, beckoning to Heeseung to do his job. Complying, he turned around and found your skates. passing them to you “Remember to take the safety precautions.” He said the same phrase he’d been repeating so many times and watched as you walked away with that guy’s arm still around your shoulder.
It shouldn’t have pissed him off, but it did. The way you smiled with him, helping him skating despite him was a lost case. Seriously, that guy sucked at skating, he had fallen so many times in just one hour.
Trying to distract himself, when he saw you approaching the counter bar, he started polishing the skates, but the urge to just talk to you was strong, so he approached you, sneakingly.
“Where’s your date?” Heeseung asked, cleaning the table with a sponge near where you were sat “Bathroom.” You replied nonchalantly
A soft frown curved his forehead “You’ve been sitting here for fifteen minutes, you sure he’s still in there?” At his words you smirked “You were staring at me?” Those same two words you told him when you first met.
You added “I saw him sneaking away five minutes ago, I just like to think he had a massive diarrhoea and didn’t actually dump me.”
Fucker. If he didn’t want to go out with you anymore he could’ve at least told you face to face.
The notes of ‘She Will Be Loved’ by Maroon 5 started playing as background music. Heeseung stared at you, you looked so gorgeous with your makeup, messy hair from the skating and the same bored expression you always wore, like nothing truly entertained you enough.
“What a loser.” He joked instead, earning a scoff from you “Why don’t you put yourself to good use and make me a smoothie?” You asked, sliding three coins on the counter.
Heeseung raised a brow, “I don’t know how to do it.” You raised it back “Don’t you work here?”
He shook his head “I’m just filling in for my brother.” You rolled your eyes “How useless.”
You were about to take those coins back when Heeseung stopped you, his hands brushing against yours “I’ll do it.” You smirked “A vanilla one, thank you.”
It was already late afternoon and the skating room wasn’t as packed as it was during the early hours, so Heeseung could put aside the skates sizes to make you a smoothie. Obviously, only to prove to you he was better than you thought, not because he wanted to cheer you up. Not at all.
Fiddling a little bit with the smoothies machine, he managed to make one, a little too liquid, but still drinkable.
He placed victoriously the glass in front of you, adding a straw inside “Here ya go.” You eyed it up and down, warily “Did you spit in it?”
Heeseung put a hand on his chest, acting wounded “You think so low of me.” You sighed while shaking your hand and took a small sip of the ‘vanilla smoothie’
“How is it?” He asked, hopeful. You just shrugged “Not bad for a newbie.”
Heeseung smirked, leaning against the counter, you could feel his body heat near you “Where’s my tip?”
You rolled your eyes, pushing him away “Nowhere.”
Your phone rang at that moment, you made a gesture for him to keep quiet and answered “Yes, mom… Yes, I know— at the, don’t shout, at the skating rink—“ A heavy sigh “Okay, I’ll be home.”
You hung up and hopped off the stool “Where are you going?” Heeseung frowned, “You haven’t even finished your smoothie.”
“Curfew.” You replied, waving your phone to him. He raised a brow “Don’t ask.”
Heeseung nodded, exiting from behind the counter, still in his brother’s uniform. Now you raised a brow “Where are you going?”
“I’ll walk you home.” You scowled, your face showing surprise “You’re working.” You stated
Heeseung pointed at the clock on the wall that ticked 06:03 PM. “Technically, my shift ended three minutes ago.”
“And why would you walk me home?” You asked “If something happened to you on the way, I’m sure your ghost would haunt me.”
You tsked, “I wouldn’t give you the honour to visit you when I’m dead.” Heeseung just smiled and nudged your shoulder with his “Lead the way, Twizzlers lover.”
You just rolled your eyes and walked out as he held the door for you “Let’s go, Twizzlers stealer.”
⪩⪨
“Why did that boy leave mommy?” Jia asked, her lips shifting to a cute pout “Because he didn’t realise what a treasure your mother is.” Heeseung answered, now sitting beside Jia with her small body curled under his arm.
“And you walked her home?” He nodded, laughing at the memories “Your grandfather went crazy when he saw me walk her home, I got a slipper thrown at my head.”
Jia chuckled as well, her soft giggles echoing through the whole room “What’s so funny? I got hurt.”
Jia chuckled loudly, hiding her face in her father’s chest “Grandpa still throws slippers at you.” She stated, making Heeseung laugh again “That’s right.”
“What happened then?” She asked, wanting to know more about her parents' love story. This was better than any prince and princesses tales her mother used to tell her.
“Later, I was forced to have dinner with them.” Heeseung started narrating, “After that awkward meal, me and Y/N grew closer. We kept bickering and fighting, but with her, no conversation was forced.”
Jia frowned “What does it mean?” She naively asked, of course she wouldn’t know this yet, so Heeseung explained “Sometimes, we feel forced to talk to others, however with your mother I didn’t even have to think about what to say, words just came to my mind.”
“Mommy seemed like she hated you.” The baby stated, glancing up to her father “She didn’t.”
Jia tilted her head “How do you know?” Heeseung smiled fondly, “I just knew.”
⪩⪨
“This one’s for you!” Heeseung exclaimed, throwing the ball to the basket just to painfully miss it. You laughed loudly at his fail “I hope that’s not how you flirt with girls or that explains why you’re single.” You snickered
Heeseung reached the ball and dribbled it around the court, his sleeves rolled up and his bangs sticking to the sweat on his forehead “Only with you.” He winked, making you act as if you were about to gag.
“Do you think I’ll be able to enter the college’s basketball team?” He asked, his voice sounding a little too serious for his usual playful character.
“We still have two months to think about college,” You frowned. “Let me live my summer without any thoughts.” Heeseung chuckled and threw the ball at you, which you caught before it landed on your face.
“I know,” He caught the ball you threw back at him “But I truly want to get a scholarship and maybe become a basketball player.” His tone may have been indifferent but his eyes were full of insecurities that could not could not be ignored.
You had been enemy (friend) with Heeseung long enough to know he had two things he deeply cared for: His family and basketball.
He was the High School team captain but hadn’t managed to receive a scholarship to enter the Sports faculty, which meant he had to rely on his own skills and money.
That wasn’t a problem, you know his family would always support his dreams, but there was something that Heeseung did not tell you about. You had a feeling, however you didn’t want to assume things. He’d tell you when he felt like it.
Your expression softened, you jumped off the railing and moved closer to him, stealing the ball from his hands, that he let you do, and taking a shot.
The ball entered the basket, making you smile proudly “You’re the best player I know, Heeseung.” You said honestly, nudging his shoulder with yours. The ball bounced back to you and you scooped it from the floor, placing a hand that signalled to Heeseung to wait there.
You rushed to your bags and took something he couldn’t see. He waited patiently, following all your movements.
You turned around and showed him what you did— holding out his basketball ball with a smiley face drawn on it “You just have to believe it too.” The smile on your lips matched with the ball’s one, but yours shone brighter. Heeseung felt a warm feeling spread all over his chest, something tickling his heart.
“Not as good as me.” You smirked playfully, taking another shot that missed the basket “Cause at least I fail gracefully.”
Heeseung shook his head, his lips curling into a small grin “You free tomorrow evening?” He suddenly asked and you quickly replied “Not at all.”
Heeseung knitted his brows “Why?” You sat back on the railing “The new season of ‘One Tree Hill’ is airing, I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”
He reached for you, taking the new-styled ball in his hands and rolling it “Not even if I said I’ll buy you Twizzlers?” You pondered a little but then shook your head “Nah ah.”
“Damn.” Heeseung sighed, “I’ll watch it with you, then.”
You blinked faintly “You called my series trash yesterday.” Heeseung nodded “Well, they are.” He hopped on the railing beside you “But when I become the best basketball player in the world, I won’t be able to spend much time with you.”
You smiled, noting how he said ‘when’ and not ‘if’ “Finally some time away from you.” Heeseung faked being offended “I’ll say on national TV that you were about to sabotage my career.” You laughed “I’ll be making prayers for your downfall.”
You both laughed at whatever, teasing each other but knowing when to stop not to upset the other.
“Eight PM, tomorrow?” Heeseung questioned, “I don’t want you in my house.” You answered, laughing “I’ll climb the window.” You immediately shook your head, knowing he could manage to do it, because he had tried once “Fine, loser. Roast beef for dinner, take it or leave it.”
Heeseung smirked, biting his bottom lip “Not you as a meal?” You widened your eyes, pushing him off the railing “What the hell.”
“Ouch—“ He fell flat on the floor, “That hurt.” You wiggled your brows “Serves you right.”
“Oh yeah?” He said, tone flirty as he took the ball and hit you hard with it, making you fall “How dare you!” You started chasing after him while he ran away.
If anyone saw you from afar, they’d think you were two people madly in love with each other… and you were.
You just hadn’t realised it yet.
⪩⪨
“You wanted to become a basketball player?” Jia asked, her voice filled with sleepiness, but she wanted to know how the story continued, so she fought her eyes open.
“Yes dear,” Heeseung placed a featherlight kiss on Jia’s hair. “I played basketball and was the best player in the world— or so Y/N thought.”
“But you don’t play anymore.” She stated and Heeseung shook his head in response “No, I don’t.” Jia yawned softly “Why?”
He sighed sadly, gulping down “Before I went to college, my mother passed away.” Heeseung held Jia a little tighter “She had leukaemia, which is a very bad thing,” He explained easily so that his daughter could understand “And I needed stability, I needed something that basketball couldn’t bring me.”
Jia looked up at him “And what could?”
“Your mother.”
⪩⪨
You couldn’t believe you learned about it two days later. That day was the date of the funeral and you weren’t by Heeseung’s side. Truth to be told, you tried to reach for him a lot in the past few days, but his brother either shrugged you off or didn’t even answer the door.
You thought you did something wrong, but it turned out his mother died due to the illness that had been haunting her for over a year.
You should’ve realised it, you should be by his side, giving him the strength he needed to get through it. Which was why you were running despite the pouring rain, trying to reach the location of the funeral.
You didn’t care if you were going to be sick the next day, your fixed thought was Heeseung and just him.
Heeseung, on the other hand, had been painfully quiet and shut down. He hasn’t comprehended yet that he was going to live the rest of his life without his dear mother, facing the troubles and sufferings of adulthood alone.
The whole room was packed with relatives he had never known about, all giving him pity glances and condolences he didn’t need. He just wanted his mother back.
Sighing, he went outside to have some time alone. As soon as he stepped outside, the cold breeze hugged his body, making him shiver. The rain made his suit wet but he didn’t really care— maybe it would take the pain away with its drain.
He stared at the night sky, the moon and the stars watching him back, probably feeling pity for him too.
His heart was heavy and black, full of grief and sorrow. He just wished you were there to make it better. You always did.
Your smile, your playfulness, your sharp tongue. He liked everything about you, even your ugliest flaw.
As he was trying to fill his dull mind with the thought of you, he saw something rushing in the streets, towards his directions.
The figure kept coming closer and closer until a familiar face was lightened from the lightbulb.
There he saw you, standing under the pouring rain, looking ever so dreamlike. There was a moment where you both just studied each other’s faces, as if you hadn’t seen each other in forever— which felt like it.
Just a couple of days without you made him realise how important you are, how much he needed you. No words were exchanged, there was no necessity, you hurried your steps toward him and hugged him, your embrace so warm in contrast with the cold weather.
Heeseung let out a sob and then another until he was crying ugly on your chest, all the tears he wasn’t able to shed until that day. You rubbed soothing circles on his chest, gripping him tightly, afraid that he would shatter right there.
“W-Why..” He weeped, his voice breaking from the trembling of his lips, due to both the cold and his crying “It— It was too early.. Why her?”
You let him rumble nonsense, knowing how heartbroken and sad he was, you just held him through the pain, hoping to at least relieve some “I know, but I am here now, I won’t leave you.”
Heeseung looked up at you, his eyes glossy, his whole body soaked and nose reddened. Perfect regardless. You stared at him, afraid that if you blinked he would disappear, and he seemed to be thinking the same thought.
You placed your hands on both his cheeks, your thumb rubbing them. Heeseung gulped down, his long lashes and bambi eyes enchanting you, so mesmerising.
You didn’t know what you were doing until you felt his hot breath hit your skin, like one of Jupiter's satellites orbiting around him, getting closer and closer to him.
And then, like a crashing wave, your lips found each other into a gentle and soft kiss, his hands raising to brush against the nape of your neck.
You let out a sigh in his mouth, his hand grasping the back of your head, tilting it to deepen the kiss. It was an anchor that he needed, something not to give up for. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing his body flush to yours, both of you warming the other, protecting from the darkness of the world.
He was the first to pull away, his lips swollen as he stared at you “You don’t know how much I waited for this.” He whispered, shaking his head to emphasise his words. Your whole body trembled under his touch, his expression filling with worry “Are you cold? We should—“
You shushed him by reattaching your lips together, only one kiss not enough to calm down the desire, “No,” you murmured on his lips “You just make me feel so much it’s overwhelming.” He let out a small sigh, nodding as if to say he felt the same. His heart was beating so fast he could feel it in his throat, every best spelling your name.
“Thank you for coming,” He whispered and you smiled at him “You know I wouldn’t leave you alone even if I were a ghost— Sorry!” You exclaimed, realising it was not the best time to bring up the conversation you had at the skating rink.
To your surprise, Heeseung laughed out loud and pressed his lips on your brow, ever so caring “Please, don’t ever lose it.”
Puzzled, you asked “Lose what?” Heeseung smiled, “The spark that makes you, you.”
Your breath caught in your throat, his gaze intense as he studied those same features he knew by heart. You grinned back “If I had a packet of Twizzlers, I’d give you the last one.”
Heeseung bit his bottom lip, not able to hide the way his lips curled upwards everytime he was with you. “If I had a packet of Rolos, I’d give you the last one.”
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“You kissed mommy?” Jia’s voice grew softer every passing minute “Yes— but you can’t let a person kiss you until you’re eighteen, understood?”
“Why?” She asked, playing with the arms of her purple teddy bear “Because I say so.”
“Is the story finished?” Jia questioned with another yawn, as much as she wanted to hear more, her eyelids were becoming heavier
“I’ll make it quick,” Heeseung started, massaging Jia’s arm. “Mommy and I started dating after that kiss, it wasn’t official because none of us was truly ready, but we both knew what we had was magical.” He smiled within himself.
“Then, we graduated from college and I proposed to her,” Jia’s heart-lips opened to resemble an ‘o’ “With a ring?” Heeseung dipped “Yes, with a ring as beautiful as her.”
“It was an engagement ring, we made a promise to marry after university, and as soon as we got our degrees, we prepared for the big celebration— Your mother looked so perfect by the altar.”
Jia smiled sleepily, imagining how beautiful her mother must’ve looked with the wedding dress on, all candid and white “Like a queen?” Heeseung placed a kiss on her hair “Like a queen.”
“And a couple of years later, we had you.” He smiled happily. Heeseung was so satisfied with his life, and even if he had to give basketball up, he felt like he gained more. He had a beautiful wife, always by his side and a perfect daughter he’d protect with all his might (and probably throw slippers at her boyfriend’s too). His heart never felt so full of love and affection, he was accomplished.
“But the ending…“ He turned around to finish his sentence just to see Jia had fallen asleep, her breaths shallow and calm. He tugged her better under the covers, standing up from the small bed, feeling a little sore but joyful “…Still has to be written.”
He placed another featherlight kiss on her daughter’s forehead, whispering a gentle “Good night.” Before exiting the room.
He closed the door behind her back, hurrying downstairs with light steps. Heeseung saw you were still fast asleep on the couch. He removed the blanket from your figure and hooked his arms behind your neck and knees, scooping you from it.
You blinked your eyes open, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck “Hee?” You murmured, your voice laced with sleep.
“Hey, love.” He nudged his nose with your cheek “Time to get to bed.” You hummed, snuggling closer, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.
Heeseung opened the door to your bedroom with his foot and slowly placed you down on the mattress. You opened your eyes again, staring at him through your half-lids “Jia?” Heeseung smiled reassuringly. “She’s sleeping, just finished telling her a story.”
He laid down beside you, wrapping the cover over your two figures, he shifted closer to you, holding you close “What story?” You asked, your voice hoarse “Just the best story ever.” He placed a sweet kiss on the corner of your lips
“By the way, I’m a better storyteller than you.” He bragged and you scoffed “Liar.”
“Maybe,” He chuckled, wrapping both his arms around your body “But do you know one thing I never lie about?”
You shook your head “I’d give you my last Rolo.” You smiled, he could feel it on his chest “I’d give you my last Twizzler too.”
[⪩⪨] END.
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jw fingering you for the first time
hard hours r officially open. mdni!!
you were laying on the bed watching netflix on your phone, you were laying to your side intently watching what was gonna happen next, the plot caught your attention, but jungwon had other plans. he knew you had a hard week and he wanted to make you feel good.
he crawled up the foot of the bed stopping by your bent knees letting your body face the ceiling, you paused the show giggling because it seemed like your boyfriend wanted to give you a cuddle session, if you only knew..
he opened your knees as he laid his chest against yours, he hugged your sides rubbing them and massaging your head as he started kissing you, it was soft and passionate, his lips running against your lips capturing them in his, licking your bottom lip as he put it between his.
his hands roamed down to your chest as he massaged them while still making out with you, the feeing of bliss made you moan.
"oh, won, what are you doing" you asked, your mind in a daze.
"let me take care of you baby, i know you had a rough week" he muttered against your lips.
he sat down as you started to pull your body back looking at your boyfriend with an endearing smile.
his fingers hooked on the sides of your shorts as he looked back at you "can i take these off?" he asked as you nodded at him with a smile. he will forever be the guy who would treat you well.
he took your shorts off along with your underwear as he put it aside. his face staring at your vagina as if it was the prettiest thing he saw, he let out a small gasp saying how pretty it was.
he licked his lips as he put his fingers in front of you making you put it in your mouth, salivating all over it. he stared at you with your daring eyes, his pants clearly having a tent now, but for him you were the priority.
he soon pulled his fingers out of your mouth and he started massaging your thighs making you relax. "are you sure about this love?" he asked you, making sure you were comfortable.
"more than ever won"
"tell me if it hurts, tell me if i should stop okay?"
"it's okay won i trust you" and for him that was even hot of you.
his hands massaged your skin as it made its way beside your core. he massaged your skin as he ran his wet fingers along your slit
"baby it seems like you didn't even have to take my fingers in your mouth on how wet you are" he giggled lightly.
"won please" you pleaded as you felt the need of his fingers filling your void. his fingers soon putting in a little pressure as it caressed your core deeper, his fingers soon stopping in front of your hole as you gasped at the contact. his fingers pushing deep within you, your hole inviting him.
his hand knuckle deep in you as he curled up his fingers making you moan loudly, almost pornographic, jungwon displayed a surprised look on his face as blood rushed to his cheeks on how hot that made you look like.
he soon pumped his hands slowly, you were writhing under his touch whimpers exiting your mouth, his hands went faster and faster as he hit that part of you that radiated pleasure. you moaned every time his fingers were hitting it, your core making lewd sounds as it came contact with his skin.
pleasure ran through your veins as he massaged your clit as well, your back arching as you released another moan. he circled through your clit faster and faster, his fingers making this movement parallel, you were close.
"won- i- so good" you mewled.
"i know baby, just relax okay?" he said kissing your knee as his other hand massaged your breast, his lips meeting your neck giving you wet kisses down your body, his tongue sucking on your buds as it travelled down your navel. his lips savoring your skin.
soon his mouth reaches the end of your slit, where his thumb was massaging your clit, his mouth sucking on the skin as your release came over painting his hands and his face.
he looked at you with fascination, this was a scene he would forever keep in his head, the scene that would always make him hard by just a thought. you were catching your breath as you processed the best orgasm you ever truly had.
"baby, let's do that again but with my mouth" he grinned at you licking over his lips.
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*ੈ✩ — 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐒! (TEASER) | LEE HEESEUNG
୨୧ pairing — secgen!lee heeseung x journalist!fem!reader
synopsis: decelis high's academic weapon, future valedictorian, model un prodigy especially in the crisis council, and top-notch secretary-general of the mun club, lee heeseung has it all. from earning constant "best delegate-s" left and right, no one dared to go against his stances in any debate. until a student like you transfers into decelis high. as a soon graduating senior, you were a newbie to press. but with your endless love for writing, you'd managed to steal the hearts of your peers. it was your first mun, and you didn't expect much. but when heeseung finds out about an article you've wrote about his arrogant performance in a recent committee session, he is set to strike you down.
୨୧ genre — high school au, secgen!heeseung x press delegate!reader, academic rivals to lovers, dumbasses in denial, rivals in public but lovers in secret
୨୧ warnings — a lot of model un terms, cursing, hurt no comfort, heeseung makes fun of the reader a LOT, reader is feisty and could care less but she lowkey has parental issues, featuring all the other enhypen members, huh yunjin, and jang wonyoung
୨୧ word count — tbd
୨୧ release date — tba
୨୧ author's note — my baby! i love muns and as a press girlie myself, i had to make an mun-themed fic for my boy. mind you that i don't really understand the ACTUAL muns (unsc, who, etc.) cause i highkey don't want to get involved i just like writing!! this teaser is kind of short and sweet cause i know that the actual fic will be LONGER! so excited for you guys to read my works and what my imagination has to offer!!!!!!! enjoy this lil teaser. press 4 fanfic writers arise!
𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 had it all.
the walls of his room were littered with delegate lanyards from conferences across the globe, "best delegate" certificates framed all over his house (and a couple crumpled up inside his desk to fit the space), and a collection of trophies that stood in every nook and cranny.
no one at decelis high dared to go against him. whenever it was, whether it was moderated caucus or unmoderated, he'd always have his country or character's placard raised high, ready to speak, or leading whatever bloc was being formed.
it was no doubt that no one has ever beat him. it was no doubt that he was decelis high's mun club's secretary-general. and those who chose to go against him either get crushed in fear or knew when to step back.
even with his "best delegate" status, he wouldn't have gone far without his best mates, park jongseong, sim jaeyun, and park sunghoon.
park jongseong or jay, most known for his cold stares in the debate room, ready to make a delegate tremble, would always chair crisis. he was decelis high's deputy secretary-general alongside heeseung. and although being heeseung's best mate, he never favored him when it came to awarding. it's just that he was naturally talented.
sim jaeyun, known for his popular slogan around the school; "jake it till you make it!", was the strongest when it came to knowing what a country or character believed in. his research skills were like a pirate on the hunt for lost treasure, he had all the facts, the data, and the proof to back up any stance. whatever heeseung needed to know, jake already had his back.
and park sunghoon. even though he was the quiet one of the bunch, his position papers never ceased to appeal any chair. even if he wasn't as strong in speaking out during committee sessions, his fingers were his weapon. the guys would always ask him why'd he chair press and not join in the heat with them, he'd always answer with a simple, "my words are stronger than my actions." where jay would always respond with "isn't that the other way around bud?"
the four were unstoppable when it came to model un. lee heeseung was unstoppable. he was. until you came along.
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june blossoms — lee heeseung.
trope. fake dating. best friends to lovers. eventual realizations. part 2 to month of may.
synopsis. as the month of may ends, you wonder what june holds for you and heeseung (especially with no more need to fake date)
word count. 2k words
warnings. none aside from a few curse words
note. this is a part 2 to month of may which you can find here, i’ve had this idea for a while so it was about time to post the sequel! i hope this is how some of u pictures the sequel to look like
Yujin leaves the day after the wedding, and you’re only left with the weekend to recompose yourself and go back into practiced hiding.
The 48 hours is quick, spent buried under your covers, and living in your head. Overthinking. Sleeping. Repeat. There was no guise of fake dating to use as an excuse for the way you look at him now, for the way you reach for his hand, for the way you hug him a little longer than you should.
June starts with a heavy heart. Almost scared. Almost not able to leave the next day for school.
Your fingers tremble as you smoothen down the slight crinkles of your shirt, looking at yourself in the mirror. There’s a critical frown on your face. Now is the only time to be sad. You can’t do it when Heeseung’s around.
Pouting lips and wavering eyes are so easy for him to notice.
Sighing, you have to force yourself to look away from the mirror in fear that you’d successfully be able to convince yourself not to go to school today—the way you’ve been telling yourself last night.
Heeseung. Heeseung. Heeseung.
He’s the thought of your dreams, and he remains polluting your thoughts even as you grab your bag to head for the door. Maybe if you walk fast enough, you won’t be able to catch him in the hallways.
48 hours is not enough for recomposition.
You just have to keep your footsteps fast, one step after the other in a quickened pace—
“Oh, sorry!” You collide with a firm figure, almost falling back but his hands find yours quick enough to pull you back on your feet.
“Woah, careful, angel.” You could recognize that voice anywhere.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You’re absolutely fucked.
“Let me grab that for you.” Heeseung falls into practiced routine, grabbing the bag that’s slung around your shoulders before he switches the direction from which he was walking. “I thought we were walking to school together?”
“Oh.” Your eyes travel anywhere but to his, suddenly hypnotized by the gravel of the cemented ground. Maybe it can hear your silent prayers to swallow you up right now. “I thought since we weren’t fake dating anymore, there wouldn’t be a reason for you to still walk me to school.”
His eyebrows are furrowed as you speak, but he still manages to let out a chuckle when he finally hears your reasoning out. It’s enough for heat to rise to your face—the warm, red, embarrassing kind. You feel embarrassed.
“Don’t be silly.” A playful flick to your forehead, his other hand brushing against yours as you keep walking. “I’ll always walk you to school. I’m not gonna stop just because we aren’t dating anymore.”
Heeseung’s voice is teasing, especially when he utters the word dating. It hurts you for more than it should, for more reasons than you can comprehend. It’s because you know. You know not a single moment was real to him. Not in the way it was for you.
You don’t even realize the distance you’ve walked, and that you’re in front of your first class of the day from the clammy way your hands felt and the way the ground shook with every step you took. It’s only when Heeseung hands you back your bag are you able to ground yourself back to reality for a few seconds.
“I’ll see you later.” On instinct, Heeseung grabs the back of your head to pull you close so he can place a quick kiss on your forehead. It’s a lazy peck, but it feels so routine. So natural.
It’s only when he gains sight of your wide eyes does he realize what he’d just done. Cue his sheepish smile and shy scratching at the back of his head paired with a string of apologies. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”
You wave him off politely, telling him it was fine and quickly slipping into your classroom before you can say anything else. You don’t trust yourself, and the words forming in your mouth. You know yourself too well.
The next time Heeseung slips up is only a few days later. He tells himself it can’t be helped, with the way your hand’s brushing against his like it’s begging to be held. He doesn’t say anything else when he takes your hand in his, doesn’t even look at you. He only buries your intertwined hands into the pockets of his hoodie as you resume your walk together.
“Heeseung?” You ask. Almost hopeful.
“Hm?” He doesn’t acknowledge what’s happening, simply squeezes your hand as you continue to walk down the path towards where you live. Then, he tells you goodbye as you’re still in the middle of trying to process whatever the hell is going on.
The third time he does it, you’re convinced he’s doing it on purpose. Especially when he easily pulls you on his lap during one of your movie nights with the boys, keeping you in his hold and pulling you back so you’re resting against his chest. Cold palms rest around your waist, fiddling with the end of your shirt as his eyes remain fixed on the television.
He doesn’t say anything when you look at him with a questioning look, simply pulls your head back so it’s flush against his neck.
Later, he apologizes and tells you it was simply out of the habit of fake dating you for the whole month of May.
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“What’s going on with you and (Name)?”
It’s Jay that breaks Heeseung’s train of thoughts.
“What do you mean?” He replies, conversation slipping easily though his eyes are elsewhere in the room. Scanning. Looking for you.
“I thought you fake broke up but why are you still holding her hand every chance you get?” It’s harsh and straightforward, but it’s something Heeseung needs to hear.
He stands still, unperturbed by Jay’s sudden stab of his thoughts. It’s hard not to look at you when you’re smiling like that with your friends. And it’s even harder not to stare when Jay reminds him of his actions and he feels his hand itch to hold yours again.
“You’re hopeless.” Jay throws him a pat in the back, rolling his eyes at his best friend. “You should tell her. You might regret it if you don’t.”
A defense is brewing in Heeseung’s throat, but it’s all in vain. He knows how he feels, and he should’ve seen it coming. A month of falling into the way you smile at him was not his brightest idea—then again, he didn’t think he’d fall in the first place.
But every look, every smile, every kiss, every time you reached for his hand was a step towards his eventual realization that he’s been burying his feelings for so long, refusing for them to surface only for them to blow up in his face and spring up all at once.
Jay is right. He’s hopeless, and he might as well fall into the coffin he’d made for himself. Ever since that day at the wedding, he’d spent every day missing you—even if you were just there.
He still misses you, misses the feeling he gets when you tiptoe just to kiss his cheek, the same feeling he gets when you run a hand through his hair. Your hands. Your lips.
Then he’s suddenly aware of you making your way to him. Could you possibly feel the same when you don’t look at him the way you did that fateful Month? It only reminds him that you’re no longer fake dating, and he has to fight himself from reaching out to hold your hand the way he did for those 31 days.
He finds he can’t stop thinking about you, even as June starts to end. It’s almost been a month, but every day he finds an excuse to hold your hand and tell you it’s just out of habit.
Heeseung is a liar, but your feeble heart cannot discern his lies for the life of it.
Heeseung looks back at May, at the depth of his words that one time you had coffee with Yujin. How falling for you had happened along the lines of me walking you home everyday, and you waiting for him to finish practice even though it’d run really long. Somewhere along those fleeting moments, Heeseung’s heart had started to expand and beat tenfold around you.
And he’d hoped that maybe even as May ended, you’d both just carry on as if there was nothing of pretense in the way you looked at each other. He’s had to break your gaze multiple times the month before, afraid that you’d see how real everything had become for him.
It’s still you in his mind as he walks you home, quiet streets aside from the quiet chirping of crickets in the distance. His hand is on yours again, and you’ve long decided to just let him.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You attempt to pull your hand away, but Heeseung remains unmoving from his spot. His eyes are on your intertwined hands before they’re on yours, and you have to physically keep yourself standing from the sudden wave that hits you when you meet his eyes. He’s looking at you different, as if there’s something hidden that wants to be solicited.
Then he pulls you close. A calculated tug enough that your faces are inches apart from each other. He has stripped his exterior from you, offering you nothing but his softness and his eyes that are feverishly staring at your lips.
“Last month? Did it mean anything to you?” He starts, and your heart stutters at the question. Had you been obvious all along?
“What?” You gulp. You swear you’re being tested everyday, for how longer you can keep hiding your feelings.
“Did last month mean anything to you?”
“I don’t know what you mean. Look, I have to get back inside to… to…“
Your brain is telling you to get in, make up any excuse to get in your house and avoid this conversation and—
“Would you be mad if I kissed you right now?” You freeze in your spot at the words he utters. He’s leaning closer and closer with every word, lips hovering over yours. Almost hesitant.
He gives you time to pull away, to step back, to leave him there. You look at his eyes, in search of any form of pretense but it all looks so real. So genuine. And his lips look so kissable.
So you bite the bullet.
When you finally close the gap between your lips, a relieved sigh falls from his before he tilts his head to kiss you properly. He brings a hand to the back of your head, pushing your lips closer on his until it’s all he can feel, until you’re all he can taste. His kiss feels gentle, but desperate all the same and you return it by putting years worth of feelings into his lips.
He doesn’t fight the smile on his face when you pull away from the kiss, forehead pressed against yours as he closes his eyes to cement this moment and every detail into memory.
“Last month meant something to you?” You whisper, and he nods in confession. “I didn’t lie when I said you were more than a best friend to me. Then you pushed me to dance with her, and I thought it was your way of rejecting me.”
“I’ve been in love with you for years, Hee.” You laugh at how stupid everything is, how dumb your situation was, and he laughs back.
“So you’re telling me I could’ve been holding you like this for years?” He asks, and you nod with a lovesick smile plastered on your lips. He hums, leaning down to place a quick peck on your lips. “And kissing you like this?”
“Hm.” You hum.
“Guess I’ll have to make up for lost time then.”
Heeseung pulls you tighter against his chest, chin on the top of your head as he sways the two of you back and forth. He delays the moment, anything to keep it from ending. Nothing but the moon and the streetlights and the chirping of crickets and the beating of your hearts accompany you. A heartbeat, then another. A quiet confession of love.
And just as fast as May wilted away, June begins to blossom.
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TIME OF YOUR LIFE, LEE HEESEUNG.
pairing lee heeseung + reader.
genre fluff.
summary heeseung takes his partner to their first concert.
word count 0.3k.
warnings none.
an i love imagining little things like this
Your grip on Heeseung's hand is tight when he pulls you through the concert crowd. It's hard to squeeze through the people, squealing out apologies at people who seem to 'accidentally' shove you back and glare at you as your careless boyfriend tried to drag you to the front.
"Hee, I don't really care if we're at the front or not! I'm just happy to be here with you." You try to shout over the interwoven coversations surrounding you, your voice sounding so small that you would be surprised if he had even heard you.
"I want you to have the best view you can. This is your first concert, baby. I want you to have the time of your life- plus then I can take you to them all." He replies with a big smile, holding your hand tighter as you get closer to the barricade, "We won't go all the way to front. I don't want you to get crushed against the fence."
He doesn't do a brilliant job at getting you excited, but he's trying his best, so you let him off for insinuating you could die in here. After fitting you into a little spot where you can see the stage, Heeseung takes the room behind you for protection and holds onto your hips securely.
The classic lights change colour into a deep red and the booming speakers stops playing, the arena now filling with screams and squeals as they prepare for the artist to finally come on stage after all of the waiting.
Heeseung tries to keep his eyes on the stage, thought he finds it so hard when you're right there in front of him. He imagines your eyes are gleaming, wide open as you take in the new experience.
The show doesn’t matter to him, not one bit. For him, you’re the star shining so brightly in front of him, and he just wants to show you all of the beauty in the world.
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heeseung x fem!reader
word count: 1.2k
warnings: suggestive content, lots of cursing
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Heeseung was used to you greeting him with a wide smile whenever he came home from work. What he did not expect was you visibly folding, head turning red as you let out something that could only be described as a screech.
“Uhm… hi?”
“What the fuck.”
“Do you like it?” he smirked, pointing to his newly cut and colored hair. “I think they did pretty well this time.”
“Pretty well?” You sounded incredibly offended. “What the fuck. Come here.”
He stepped closer so you could inspect his hair properly, your fingers running through it.
“A fucking mullet.”
Heeseung had never heard you curse that much before. “Not a fan?”
“Normally not, but shit- you even look hot with a mullet.” You shook your head. “And the color too - they did amazing.”
“Magenta,” he grinned. “Your favorite.”
“Man.” You shook your head again. “My boyfriend is fucking hot.”
Now it was Heeseungs turn to blush a bit, but the smirk stayed on his face. He had hoped for a reaction like this, enjoyed seeing you flustered because of him. And if he was being honest he really liked his hair too.
“I think I need a few weeks to deal with it normally. Look at me - I’m shaking. My knees are weak.”
He couldn't help but chuckle, his arms wrapping around your shoulders. “I’ll let you stare as much as you want.”
“Don't- if you love me you’ll stop me from staring.” Your voice was muffled, face pressed into his shoulder. “If not I might have a heart attack.”
“That bad?” Heeseung chuckled again.
“Worse. I didn't expect this. I feel like falling to the ground again.”
“I would catch you before that happens.”
“I might jump on you too.”
“I wouldn't mind,” Heeseung whispered, and he could almost feel the shudder that went through you.
“Don't- don't say that.”
“Oh? But it seems like you liked that.”
“No.”
Heeseung knew you well enough by now to know how red your face was even without looking at it. And he couldn't help but love it.
“I think you're lying to me, love.” His voice was low, eyes focused on your figure to catch you shuddering again. Perfect. He smirked, taking a step back as he grabbed your chin and moved it upwards. You were staring at him, the blush now more than evident on your face as you gulped.
“I’m not,” you whispered, but you both knew it wasn't even close to being convincing.
“Sure.”
The tension was thick, neither of you daring to look away. Heeseungs eyes were still focused on your face as he slowly moved closer again. Your breathing sped up, eyes darting between his own and his lips, waiting to see what would happen. He was so, so close, lips almost touching each other, he could even feel your breath on them. Your eyes seemed to close automatically, anticipating the kiss, but Heeseung had different plans. His lips locked onto your neck, hand tangled in your hair as you let out a surprised gasp.
“So,” he mumbled against your skin, “tell me again how you're not lying to me.”
“I-” You had no more words left when he got back to kissing your neck, his lips and teeth leaving slight marks. “That's unfair.”
“Is it? How.”
“I should be the one kissing you like that.” You already sounded breathless, which made Heeseungs smirk grow even bigger.
“And why should you do that?”
“You're hot.” That's all you said while you gripped his hair too, face moving so he could get an even better access to your neck. “Even more now.”
“Good.” His eyes scanned your neck, satisfied with the look of it before he moved his kisses towards your jaw. “You're hot too, baby.”
“Not like you. Your hair-” You gasped again when you felt his teeth against your jaw, involuntarily pulling his hair. Heeseung groaned, eyes searching for yours. He was taking in the look on your face, your closed eyes, your mouth that stood open, letting out soft pants.
“So,” he whispered against your skin, “what was that about jumping on me?”
“Don't tempt me.”
“Oh baby,” he smirked, “that's exactly what I’m doing.”
“Yeah I- shit.” You almost whimpered when you felt his lips right below your ear, his breath ghosting over your shoulders. “I noticed.”
Heeseung felt intoxicated, his body almost moving on its own as he picked you up, hands wrapped around your legs while he pressed you against the nearest wall. “If i had known my hair would affect you this much I would have changed it sooner.”
“Seems like you're more affected than me though.”
“You're lying again,” he chuckled as you started shaking your head.
“I’m not the one marking you.”
“It suits you,” Heeseung mumbled. “It will look like my hair.”
“Oh.”
He pushed you a bit upwards, his lips now focusing on your neckline, not even thinking about stopping soon. And one look to your face confirmed that you didn't seem to mind at all.
“You're so beautiful.”
“You're so hot,” you breathed out. “Don't stop.”
“Oh I wouldn't dare too. You react too well for that.”
“I need you.”
Heeseung stopped for a second, his eyes searching for yours. This was exactly what he wanted to hear, but he just loved teasing you.
“Please.” Your whisper was what convinced him. He gripped you tightly, maneuvering you towards the bedroom.
“Need you too, doll.” He mumbled against your neck. “Need to have you look even more like my hair tomorrow. Make sure you got marks all over you.”
~~~
“Well,” you sighed the next morning. “You certainly kept your promise.”
Heeseungs smirking face appeared behind you in the mirror, scanning your body all over. “You look beautiful.”
“You do. I’m still not over your hair.”
Heeseung wrapped his arms around your body, lips connecting themselves to your neck again. “That eager for another round?”
“I didn't say that,” you mumbled, your face turning a deep red again. “I didn't even notice you left this many marks.”
“Well, you were a bit distracted,” he chuckled. “Guess I did a good job.”
You tried to focus on the spots of blue and magenta on your skin instead of his words, but both left you flustered again. “We should have breakfast.”
You felt his lips against your cheek before he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the kitchen. “Any wishes for that?”
“Shouldn't I get dressed first?”
“No,” he grinned. “Let me look at you.”
“Okay.” Your face turned even more red. “Scrambled eggs sound good then.”
“Scrambled eggs it is.”
You watched him for a while as he softly hummed along while cooking. You couldn't help but smile as you listened to him, admiring the concentration he put into the whole process. That was until a thought came up.
“What if you color your hair silver again. Will you just smear paint on me?”
Heeseung froze, standing still for a second before he turned around towards you, eyes big. “Yes.”
“Oh.” You stared at him, blushing again as you moved in your seat. “Okay - yeah. That sounds good.”
“I can't wait for it.” Heeseung smirked.
~~~
yes, i am still not okay after that hair reveal. it wrecked me.
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HEESEUNG 02. ⏱﹕ꕤ﹔ OFF THE RECORD NIGHT !
lee heeseung couldn’t stand hearing jake talk about his crush on y/n l/n any longer. but after he finds himself entangled with the girl in a late night conversation, perhaps his mindset shifts.
⌇＃GENRE ◠﹒fluff + (american) college au ＃PAIRING ◠﹒lee heeseung x fem! reader ＃WARNINGS ◠﹒heeseung is kind of mean and a bitch LMFAO also poor jake
if lee heeseung were to hear the name y/n l/n one more time that day, he would officially lose his shit.
it started when jake invited heeseung over to his dorm. hanging out with jake was supposed to help him relax before their midterms but as expected, the conversation had turned over to the topic of girls.
heeseung admitted to not being romantically interested in anyone. of course he found girls at their university attractive, but there wasn’t quite anyone he would see himself dating. the hot girls either had boyfriends or weren’t interested in him.
on the other hand, jake claimed that there was one girl in his major he found really pretty. he sugar coated it by saying he just admired the way she looked in a few of their classes together. that was, until jake’s roommate exposed him.
“jake has a crush on her!” sunghoon, who was jake’s roommate, stated while passing by the two in the common area.
heeseung whipped his head around at jake, who held a sheepish expression and sunghoon’s words.
for someone to get jake so flustered… heeseung wanted to know who it was.
“who’s the girl?” heeseung inquired, accompanied by a little giggle. he felt silly acting in such a way as if it was a schoolgirl crush, but even heeseung could admit that there was nothing more heart fluttering than the topic of love.
jake was hesitant to answer, but eventually he let it out.
“it’s y/n l/n, the girl who lives next door.”
at the reveal, heeseung raised an eyebrow. y/n l/n?
he was familiar with her because he also had a fair amount of classes with her. she was relatively smart and when no one had an answer to a question, she would be the one to raise her hand. she also seemed to have a kind personality and was constantly seen talking to new people each day.
and heeseung wasn’t a liar, he could even admit she was a pretty attractive girl.
but for jake to have a crush on her? she didn’t really seem to stand out all that much.
it got worse when the topic of y/n couldn’t seem to leave jake’s mouth for the rest of the night. anything they spoke about, jake would somehow tie it back to y/n.
“do you want to play genshin?” heeseung had asked at one point, hoping to move on from the girl that jake was so irrevocably in love with.
but much to his dismay, a lovesick smile overtook jake’s face as he sighed. “did you know y/n is an kazuha main? isn’t that so cute?”
no, heeseung couldn’t understand what about the girl made jake act in such a way. what was all the hype about? he would’ve understood if it was someone like park sieun or kim jiwon, both of whom were known amongst the physics majors for being extremely pretty, kind, and talented. but y/n l/n? the girl who failed to make it onto the school’s dance team? the girl who was never seen around campus and only had a presence in her classes? what was so special about her that had jake hooked?
as the night progressed and jake only spoke about her more, heeseung became sure of one thing.
jake had a horrible type in women.
after an extensive night of y/n, playing video games, binging ghibli films, more y/n, cooking food, and even more y/n, heeseung found himself ready to go back to his own dorm. after all, he did have a midterm at 9 am the next day and he didn’t want to be out too late.
“are you sure you don’t want me to walk you back to your dorm? you’re all the way on the other side of campus.” jake was correct, the walk was about 30 minutes and the idea of it made heeseung want to cry.
however, heeseung shook his head. “nah it’s alright, i can go by myself. i gotta go to the convenience store anyways and you should be trying to sleep early since your midterm is at 8 am.”
jake raised an eyebrow. “what do you need from the convenience store? i might have it here.”
“a red bull.” heeseung stated. “i don’t think i can survive all my classes plus my midterms tomorrow without one, and i definitley won’t wake up early enough to buy it in the morning.”
jake snorted. “oh yeah, you’re on your own then. i don’t believe in energy drinks and neither does sunghoon.”
heeseung just chuckled and waved at jake before heading out, mentally preparing for long, treacherous walk. a 30 minute walk wasn’t that bad in theory, but walking in the dark with a bunch of alpha delta kappa apple phi sigma ligma balls frat guys walking around making moaning noises wasn’t something heeseung was looking forward to. so he took a deep breath and made his way to the campus convenience store.
after about 15 minutes, heeseung notice the familiar sight of the store. he sighed in relief at being able to take a break from walking, and went inside.
he immediately beelined for the drink fridge, where he was able to find his beloved red bull.
10.99 for a red bull?? college is a scam. heeseung thought before proceeding to the counter to pay for his drink.
he was getting scammed, but at least he was self aware.
once the drink was paid for and in his hands, heeseung briskly walked out of the store to make it to his dorm before the frat guys could get to him. one of the asian frats in particular had been trying to get him to join for a while, and he declined each time. although, he almost joined at one point before he heard that the president was choi yeonjun and he had a bone to pick with that guy after he beat him in a singing contest.
when heeseung stepped out of the store, he noticed someone crouching down in the alley that he hadn’t seen when he walked in. he was about to leave, until he got closer and realized who it was.
y/n l/n.
was she trying to torment him on purpose? seeing her after jake blabbed his ear off about her all night was absolutely comedic.
but one thing rubbed heeseung the wrong way. what was she doing in the dark alleyway? suspicious thoughts filled his brain as he attempted to get closer to see if she was doing something weird.
though he fully expected to see the girl crouched over lines of cocaine, he was taken aback when he noticed that she was crying.
oh fuck, what do i do?! i don’t have the facilities for this…
it was then that he remembered he wanted to see what jake saw in her, so he mustered up whatever courage he had before walking up to her.
“you shouldn’t be in a dark alleyway like this, someone is going to think you’re doing drugs.”
y/n looked up at heeseung with tears in her eyes, but chuckled at his joke.
heeseung was surprised to feel his heart race a little at her laugh.
“sorry, can you not tell my ra? im trying not to get another offense.” y/n joked back despite the apparent sadness on her face.
although he wanted to go back to his dorm and relax, he couldn’t help that he wanted to see what jake saw in y/n. the opportunity was too good to pass up.
so he sat down next to her, to which y/n didn’t deny. as soon as he was on the ground, his stomach had growled.
fuck… he thought. despite eating at jake’s house, the walking made him hungry once more and he really didn’t want to buy more food.
much to his surprise, y/n reached into her bag and pulled out two onigiris. she held one out to heeseung. “want one?”
heeseung smiled at this. he thought the act of sharing her food was kind, especially since she barely knew him. he gratefully accepted the onigiri and the two began eating in silence for a moment.
that was, until heeseung started talking. “want to tell me why you were crying?”
y/n purses her lips before responding. “i don’t know, will you tell anyone about it?”
heeseung shook his head. “my mouth is shut, i promise.”
another laugh left y/n’s lips, which heeseung couldn’t tell whether it was a genuine laugh or just a side effect of all the tears she had released. “i’m just not have the best start to the semester. for one, i’ve been having a hard time adjusting from being so far away from my family. and i don’t really have a lot of friends here so i feel especially lonely.” she started.
during the pause, heeseung brought up a question. “i thought you had a lot of friends? i see you talking to people often.”
y/n shook her head. “i talk to a lot of people, but i don’t really consider myself friends with all of them. i only talk to them in my classes and i never go out. i literally just rot in my dorm all day.”
heeseung made a noise of acknowledgement, before signaling her to start again.
“i also got rejected from the dance team which was heartbreaking, because i had been dancing for 15 years of my life and to find out i wasn’t good enough to make the team really discouraged me. my roommate always invites guys over without my permission and isn’t willing to listen to me when i tell her i’m not comfortable with a guy literally sleeping in our shared room. like hello?? our beds are two feet away from each other. i’m not going to sleep in the same room as her fucking boy toy. plus, always yells on the phone when i’m trying to sleep.” y/n took a breath before continuing. “sorry, that one gets me really heated.”
heeseung laughed. “i get it though, i have a lot of classes with juhyun and she’s really rude.”
“right?! thank god i’m not the only person who thinks that. for some reason, everyone seems to adore her.” y/n rolled her eyes at the thought. “anyways, i guess the breaking point for me was when my uncle passed away. that was kind of what set me off because i was really close to him and i always considered him my second dad since he sort of looked after me whenever my parents were too busy with work.”
“i’m sorry for your loss.” heeseung frowned. “i know it can be hard to cope with these things especially since you’re far away from your family.”
y/n nodded at his assertion. it was as if he read her mind. “yeah, i think at this point i’ve cried enough about it that i’m just kind of in shock.”
the two sat there for a moment in silence, basking in the calming atmosphere. for some reason, heeseung didn’t find it awkward to be around y/n. he figured it was because she was such an easy person to get along with that he could find himself so calmed by being around her.
if he just ignored the heat filling up his cheeks then perhaps that was the reason.
“so, what about you?” y/n spoke up after about a minute. “is there anything on your mind?”
heeseung was surprised that she asked. he hadn’t expected her to think about him, but nonetheless he answered. “not exactly, i guess i’m just stressed about midterms but isn’t everyone?”
y/n groaned. “oh shit, i forgot… the math midterm is tomorrow.” she begrudgingly took her phone out of her pocket and pulled up a google document of her study guide. “i guess i should start reviewing, but i don’t get any of this finance shit. i mean, i’m a physics major. why do i need to know money?!”
when y/n noticed heeseung’s teasing smile, she pointed an accusing finger at him. “why are you laughing at me, are you good at finance?”
heeseung just shrugged. “i dabble.” he left out the fact that he was the secretary for the anime club. after all, it didn’t feel relevant because truthfully he didn’t have many finances to deal with. and he didn’t want y/n to know he was involved in the anime club of all things. “do you need help? i can go over your study guide with you.”
shaking her head, y/n shut off her phone. “nah, i think i’ll be fine. i’m pretty good at remembering things from class so i think i can pull stuff from my ass.”
“oh right, i forgot you’re an academic weapon.” heeseung teased. “yet somehow you’re not understanding finance.”
“it’s not my fault the universe is against me this semester!”
heeseung recalled what she had told him previously about her troubles. “touché.”
there was a moment of silence, in which heeseung opted to check the time on his phone. it was nearing midnight, and he was nowhere near his dorm.
he pondered the idea of ending the conversation there and trying to get a good nights rest before the midterm. however as he looked back up at y/n and her unreadable expression, there was something within him that told him to stay. perhaps it was the unusual rhythm of his heart that he wanted to explore a bit more, or maybe even the way his eyes always trailed towards her. whatever it was, he decided to listen to his body and stay.
"hey heeseung, what's your favorite movie?" y/n inquired out of the blue, interrupting heeseung’s inner thoughts. “i’m just wondering. i feel like people’s favorite movies say a lot about them and i want to get to know you more.”
that made his eyes widen ever so slightly. the idea that his curiousity for the other was reciprocated was heartwarming in a way.
"why the sudden question?" heeseung teased once more. seeing her roll her eyes, he quickly corrected himself. "i'm teasing, it's whisper of the heart.”
y/n abruptly gasped. "you like studio ghibli too?"
heeseung’s heart fluttered with eagerness once he heard that she enjoyed watching ghibli films, as one of his guilty pleasures was that he took comfort in those movies, seeing as they took up a considerable part of her childhood. for a guy with his reputation, it would seem unlikely. so he kept his love hidden, with his older sister being the only one aware. she had a similar relationship to the films, having introduced them to heeseung in the first place. the latter ever so faintly smiled at the memory of him and his sister at their last studio ghibli movie binge.
"yeah, i love it!"
y/n scooted close to him, glad to have started that conversation. giggles erupted from her chest, her inner child peaking through which heeseung found extremely cute. “which are your favorites?"
heeseung thought for a few seconds. "well besides whisper of the heart, ponyo and kiki's delivery service"
"dude, ponyo is fucking amazing" y/n wistfully sighed, leaning back a bit with a nostalgia filled expression. "those movies are basically my childhood"
"s-same here" heeseung spoke, stuttering out of shock.
y/n abruptly sat up, reaching down to grab her phone. heeseung could roughly make out her phone case, which had the design of the twin stars from sanrio. it made him curious of whether or not she liked sanrio, and what other things she was interested in.
"i saw this really cool fanart of san from princess mononoke. it looks really realistic— almost painfully realistic! here, i think you would like it"
and she did, her phone displayed a captivating composition she found on instagram, a rather enthralling redraw of one of the scenes in princess mononoke. it was one that heeseung had trouble keeping his eyes off of, gaping at it with a slightly open mouth and wide eyes. his expression conveyed how amazed he truly was.
"it's... wonderful" he sighed out, a dreamy essence overtaking his aura. "it almost looks like official art.”
y/n cheekily grinned, letting her phone fall on her lap. "right?? it's so good"
the two became peaceful for a bit as the conversation died down and opted to listen to the ambiance of the night. both were becoming increasingly aware of just how truly late it was, but neither really minded that fact.
something undeniable were the small glances they kept making to each other, both wanting to start up the conversation again but were just a little too flustered to do so.
although they hadn’t ever spoken before that point, heeseung found it easy to be comfortable around y/n. words seemed to just spill out around her, and he couldn’t quite control it. he figured y/n felt the same judging by how she opened up so quickly to him.
until his previous conversation had registered within him, and he nearly doubled over in repulsion. heeseung had caught himself enjoying their short yet stirring exchange, more so than he had anticipated. not that he expected much at all, because it had started from the fact that heeseung wanted to see what jake saw in y/n.
unwillingly, he found himself understanding things from jakes perspective. he would have preferred if he didn't like the conversation but rather despised it and despised her.
the fact that heeseung had a conversation with her and thoroughly enjoyed it was nothing less than worrisome, and he couldn't help but wonder if he had anything wrong with him that day.
despite that discovery, one thing still wandered on heeseung’s mind.
what exactly made y/n l/n so special?
yes, he found her easy to get along with. and he did enjoy her company. and yes, something about her made his heart flutter a bit.
but he still couldn’t pin point what made jake so infatuated.
as heeseung examined y/n to see figure it out, the girl started giggling which confused heeseung. what was she laughing about?
“sorry i don’t mean to laugh but,” y/n put her hand to her mouth to control her giggles. “you just look so cute right now with your expression.”
heeseung stopped at this. was she flirting with him? he couldn’t deny anymore that she was constantly making him flustered.
“so, you think im cute?” heeseung asked with a wide smile on his face. “you’re not too bad looking yourself, y/n.”
not too bad looking was an understatement. under the moonlight and beneath the stars, y/n seemed to be the most ethereal being heeseung had ever laid eyes on. he felt all his previous assumptions about y/n disappearing in that one moment.
at heeseung’s compliment, y/n just shyly smiled. one thought crossed his mind.
is her heart racing like mine right now?
he hoped he wasn’t alone in the feeling.
after a slight moment where y/n looked as though she were contemplating something, she spoke once again. “there is… another reason i laughed.” y/n whispered out.
before he could ask for the reason, y/n slowly leaned closer to heeseung. they were already at a close proximity by sitting next to each other, but her closing that small distance made his eyes widen and lips part.
for a second, heeseung considered kissing her. but wouldn’t that be wrong? kissing his close friend’s crush? heeseung couldn’t do that to jake, even if deep down, he wanted to.
but before he could even try to complete the kiss, he heard her whisper.
“may i?”
the thought of jake completely left heeseung’s mind in that moment as he nodded.
heeseung could only feel the beating of his heart and y/n’s warm breath on his face. he could only perceive her presence, as the world seemed to fade into nothingness. each second bridged the gap between them being strangers and them becoming involved with one another. whatever would follow, heeseung was nervous for.
but as y/n inched closer and closer to his face, he felt her soft lips make contact with the side of his own. they lightly brushed on the corners of his mouth, making a small notice that they were even there to begin with.
“you had a piece of rice on your face.”
as realization and embarrassment filled heeseung’s entire being, y/n burst out into a fit of giggles.
“oh, you’re so evil for that.” heeseung rolled his eyes. at that, y/n just shrugged.
“i’m just trying to keep you on your toes.”
as the night progressed and their late night conversation continued, heeseung hoped it would stay off the record and jake wouldn’t find out. he felt guilty for basically kissing his friend’s crush. but anothe side of him was glad that it happened, because it made him realize something.
the problem was never what was special about y/n, it was what was wrong with heeseung’s mindset. he realized that liking someone never needed any justification, that the person never had to be perfect for the person’s crush on them to make sense. it didn’t even need to make sense in the first place.
there never really seemed to be anything special about y/n, yet in jake’s eyes she was the most admirable person.
he realized that jake liked y/n because he found all aspects of her beautiful.
and perhaps heeseung was starting to as well.
authors note. i wrote this impulsively on the plane bc i got bored 👹 i think my best ideas come when i’m on planes bc this is the second time i’ve cooked smt up in a plane. also lmk if i should do a part two that’s like heeseung x y/n x jake 🤓☝️
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"What a day," you groaned, barely making it to the large hotel bed until you collapsed onto it. "I really don't know how you do it."
Heeseung laughed, letting out a small "uff" when he lay down next to you. "I guess you get used to it."
"I could never. I was just waiting backstage and I'm exhausted."
"Maybe that was the mistake," Heeseung mumbled. "I was performing, so I'm still full of adrenalin."
That might have been right, but you could still notice the exhaustion in his voice, or the way his eyelids were closing more and more. Not like it was any different for you. You turned around so your arms could close around Heeseungs waist, your face buried in his neck as your own eyelids started closing, lulled by the comfortable atmosphere.
*ping*
"Did you get a message?" Heeseung whispered. "Ignore it."
You shook your head, your hand searching for your phone that must have been somewhere next to you. "Weverse."
"Ignore it," Heeseung whispered again, trying to grab your searching hand. "You have me, you don't need to look at other idols."
His words made you giggle, but nevertheless you still kept searching for your phone, swatting Heeseungs arms away. "Someone in your group went live. Why would I get notifications for anything else?"
Heeseung groaned, his hands instantly stopping their movements. "At this time? Who is it."
You had finally found your phone, eyes tiredly squinting to see who it was. "Jay and Sunghoon - oh wait, and Jungwon is just joining too."
"They better not expect us all to join." Heeseung pulled you closer towards him, one leg lazily wrapped over yours. "I won't move."
And you didn't want him to, you really wanted to drift off to sleep with him like this, but - "Sunoo just joined too."
Heeseung groaned, his eyes now open. "I guess I should join..."
You wanted to say no, you really did. But you didn't want to keep him away from his friends, his family, just because you wanted to spend time with your boyfriend. So you gave him a little push, watched him stand up with a yawn before he gave you a small peck onto your temple. "I'll be back in a bit, I promise. I love you."
"I love you too."
As soon as Heeseung had closed the door you turned around and leaned your phone against a spare pillow to keep up with the livestream. You were enjoying it, but a part of you still wished that Heeseung would be here with you, his arms wrapping around your body to lull you into a peaceful sleep. Right now you only had the company of his voice, especially when your eyes started closing again, and when you drifted off into sleep just as Heeseung glanced at the clock in Jays room and started pouting.
When Heeseung entered your shared room a while later he was met with a sleeping figure on the bed and the livestream that was still going. As he turned it off and put your phone on your nightstand to charge it he couldn't stop a smile from spreading on his face. The sight of you was just too endearing, and the thought that you probably tried to stay awake just to watch him in the livestream filled his heart with happiness. With a quiet chuckle he lied down right next to you, still not bothering to get changed, and wrapped his arms around your body. He whispered quiet I love yous, each more sincere than the last, until your slow breathing finally let him drift off to sleep too.
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★ LEE HEESEUNG AS YOUR BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND!
pairing: bbf! heeseung + reader genre: social media au, texting, fluff warnings: cursing.
jongseong ver. jake ver. sunghoon ver.
© ENRAPOET.
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he accepted it??
you're worried when your boyfriend abruptly goes m.i.a. but what he actually did was something you had never expected of him
lee heeseung x reader
genre: betrayal
warnings: betrayal, slight profanity ; 0.38k words
perm taglist: @inkelea @yuerki
inspo: https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cuce_E-I7Y8/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==
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you sigh, frustrated, running a hand through your hair as the call went to voicemail yet again
your boyfriend, heeseung was supposed to pick you up after your dinner with your friends. so where the hell was he?? he's never late...
it was also out of character for him to miss your calls and not call back within 5 mins. is he okay?? did something happen to him?? no you're just being paranoid...he has to be okay right?
you try to stay level-headed which is harder than it should be and try to return to the matter at hand, how are you going to get home?
sure you could walk but it's pouring, so you call an uber
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"hee?"
the first thing you do upon unlocking the door to your shared appartment is call out his name
no response
maybe he had a long day at work and fell asleep
you remove your heels and put them away in the tidily in the shoe rack
you look around in the living room in case he was lying asleep on the couch. he wasn't
after not finding him in the bedroom or bathroom you look around the appartment once again, more thoroughly this time
he must've gotten held up at work
but he would've texted you to let you know right?
you try to keep the worrying thoughts at bay as you got ready for bed
you rang him one last time before going to sleep, voicemail again
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it's been 3 days and there's been no sign of heeseung
you're stirring your coffee while trying to focus on your work
just then you get a call
it isn't your boyfriend, it's your step-father
oh god you hate that man, however you have no choice but to pick up
"what do you want?"
"is that any way to greet your father now (name)?"
"step father" you're quick to correct him
a sigh is heard from the other end of the line
"anyways, how's life without your boyfriend?"
your stomach sinks... there's no way
he's just playing mind games with you...right?
"what did you do?" your voice a mix of frustration and desperation
"the lad was practically drooling when i named the amount" the statement is followed by wheeze from him
"you offered him a fucking payout??"
and he accepted it...
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a/n: to make up for being mia recently. also I was just formatting this and I got a notif saying i got accepted into k-films??? the timing??? is this a sign my flop era is coming to an end? 🤞🤞hopefully this means my exam tmr will go well too
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tolerate it - lee heeseung
"while you were out building other worlds, where was i?"
summary: reader loves heeseung too much to let him go. inspired by 'tolerate it' by taylor swift
pairing: heeseung x reader
genre: angst but if you look reeeal close theres some fluff :(
warnings: sad taylor swift hours, falling out of love
wc: 660
a/n: i just really wanted to write smth evermore inspired like, sooooo badly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You knew that your relationship was becoming a taut thread being pulled to its limits, where eventually, it was bound to reach the point in which it would give its final breath, snap, then fall forgotten to the floor. Perhaps that was why it was so alluring. Why every moment was precious and each fleeting touch contained more emotion than the last. The thrill of the chase led to the possibility of losing everything, led to the rushes of adrenaline in the late drives around the city exchanging whispers and hushed secrets. His gaze then was often enough to make you fold ten times over, his sweet doe eyes in the night were telling of how much he had once cared.
You knew that falling apart like this was never in his intentions and that it was certainly not his fault. You signed an invisible waiver when you agreed to call him yours, knowing fully well what came with the contract. You understood the risks of being with someone like Heeseung, your sympathetic nature being one of the reasons he fell in love in the first place. But his life was so unlike to yours and your striking differences would take their toll in due time. You just never expected it to happen so suddenly.
You think you’re going crazy for noticing every little detail about his actions. The way his hand doesn’t makes contact with your waist as he reaches above the counter to retrieve the object out of your reach. The way the number of times he pulls out the chair for you to sit at the table dwindles slowly. The way his eyes don’t meet yours and his lips don’t offer a kind smile when you watch him turn the pages of his book. You’re desperate for someone to shake you and tell you that you’re just overanalysing, but you conclude he’s stressed with his schedules and so you retreat to the sidelines.
His words, lately minimal and rare, bite like the sharp fangs of a snake and induce a venom called doubt. It takes all your strength to pass these remarks off as stray outbursts of pent up stress, turning a blind eye to the passive tones laced within his once soothing voice. A long, long time ago was it a voice that lulled you to sleep like the waves lapping on the beach of your first date, yet now they more reminded you of metre high waves that engulf you in nightmares which you can never shake off.
His trips to your apartment grow fewer and calls don’t even seem to meet his phone. You’re left missing the days where you fall asleep on the couch waiting for him to come home and the ventures to convenience stores whilst the rest of the city is asleep. Half of the time you find yourself waiting at the front door of his dorms only to find out from his friends that he’s not even home.
Lately you smile more, sit up straighter, and listen to his words as if he was a religion, and you were the last worshipper. You don’t know why you still bother putting in this much effort into caring for Heeseung. You think it’s because you’d love him no matter what he did to you, and yet still you’re painfully aware that everything is going to shit. He wordlessly accepts your grandeur gestures like you’re just a stranger to him. This is what hurts you the most: his lack of effort to sever you cleanly from his life. Instead, the colours of your world dim as Heeseung plunges the knife into your heart, refusing to let go of the handle.
Perhaps one day something inside you will shift and you will be able to run away, leaving nothing but ruination in the path behind you. But tonight, you sit silently on the corner of the bed, watching as Heeseung brushes right past you.
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a/n again: AHH first fic on here and it was just to get all my thoughts out bc i was dying to write to write to this song. some lines impretty proud of but i felt like i could have captured the song sm better ):<
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you saved me.
( ANGST/FLUFF ) - heeseung x f!reader oneshot
masterlist ♡
⚠️ WARNINGS ! - ( domestic violence, drugs, mentions of injuries like bruises, toxic relationship, panic attack, crying, mentions of fear, comforting, heeseung saving reader from getting hurt, touch deprived reader, cuddling, hugging, kissing, nicknames, very very very fluffy ending )
let me know if I missed anything !!
english is not my first language so please be nice !
1678 words...
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If you could describe your last Relationship in one word, it would probably be ''HELL'' . Your Ex Boyfriend was a Drug Addict. And every single Time he did Drugs, he really made you go through hell. He got aggressive, and even pretty violent sometimes. And you were so scared. Because no matter how much he hurt you, you would still love him with your whole Heart. Covering your bruised Body started becoming a normal Thing, and you started getting used to the Way he treated you. You always tried to help him. You tried so hard to fix him ... and you were so exhausted. You always tried to tell yourself, that his love was good enough. But if you were being honest to yourself, the Way he treated you had nothing to do with Love.
You knew you needed to get out of this Relationship. You didn't know how, but you knew you would find a way. And you did. Well actually, someone helped you. You got invited to a Party by your Friend, and since your (Ex) Boyfriend got a bit too high again and ended up falling asleep on the Couch, you decided to go there by yourself.
You actually ended up having a lot of fun. You met new people, and had a great Time with your Friends. Until some Idiots started a Fight in the middle of the Room and you got a Panic Attack. When they started pushing and punching each other, you quickly excused yourself and ran to the bathroom. You tried to stay calm the whole time, but the Flashbacks you got were messing with your Head in that Moment.
As you reached the Hallway, you saw someone standing in front of the Bathroom. ,,Fuck'' You murmured under your Breath. You were panicking, and in that exact moment, you felt two beautiful brown Bambi Eyes glancing at you. You suddenly heard the Boy clearing his Throat. ,,There's someone in the Bathroom ... I've been standing here for 10 Minutes. Are you okay ?'' You could tell that he was hesitating before asking you if you were okay. You didn't even try to lie at him. You immediately shook your Head as a Response.
He furrowed his Eyebrows when he noticed the Way you were shaking. ,,Do you wanna go to a more quiet Room?'' He was so concerned, and he didn't even know you. ,,Yes ... but please don't hurt me'' You quietly mumbled. Your Voice was weak. He was in Shock. He didn't even wanna know what you were going through. ,,I promise I would never hurt you ... Do you wanna tell me your Name? '' You took a deep Breath before answering. ,,It's Y/N...'' He quickly forced a smile on his Face as he slowly started getting a bit closer to you. ,,I'm Heeseung, It's really nice to meet you. I promise you can trust me. Follow me ?'' His Voice was soft. It's been a while since someone talked to you like that. ,,...Alright.'' Heeseung smiled gently before leading you to an empty Bedroom, where you could lay down and get some Rest.
He sat down on a Chair in the Corner of the Bedroom, since he didn't want to make you uncomfortable. He kept his Distance. When you started hyperventilating again, Heeseung immediately noticed and got up from his Chair. ,,I'm gonna sit down next to you alright ? Try taking a deep Breath...'' You followed Heeseung's Instruction, and his Eyes never left yours. He carefully started stroking your Hand with his Thumb, which surprisingly helped you calm down almost immediately. You whimpered at his Touch.
,,Thank you for bringing me here'' You mumbled in between your quiet sobs. ,,I'm so glad I could help. I'm gonna go get you some Water and then I'll be right back alright ? Do you want me to drive you Home later ?'' You quickly shook your Head as a few more Tears rolled down your rosy Cheek. ,,I don't wanna go home. I'm scared...'' Heeseung raised an Eyebrow, wondering why you would be scared of going Home.
,,Do you wanna tell me why ?'' You closed your Eyes as you let out a sob, before quickly taking your Cardigan off, revealing your bruised Arms and Shoulders . Heeseung's Eyes widened in pure Shock. Everything made sense now, and he was speechless. ,,I'm so sorry'' Heeseung whispered, as his Eyes started filling with Tears. You looked at him for a Second, before letting yourself fall into his Arms.
You trusted him, even though you literally just met him. He made you feel incredibly safe. Heeseung held you close to his Chest, letting you cry as much as you needed. ,, Whoever did this to you is never gonna hurt you again. I'm gonna be your little Guardian Angel from now on. I promise I'm gonna get you out of there. '' You let out a shaky breath against his Chest, as he gently kissed the crown of your Head. ,,Am I making you feel uncomfortable ?'' He whispered. ,,No, not at all. It's been a long time since I felt this safe...'' You spoke, making Heeseung force a painful smile on his Face.
You laid in Heeseung's Arms in complete Silence for a few Minutes, trying not to fall asleep. But for some Reason, you felt like you owed him an Explanation. Even though you actually didn't.
,,He's a Drug Addict...'' You suddenly mentioned, making Heeseung look at you in Surprise. ,,You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to...'' You sighed deeply. ,,But I want to.'' You stated with a shaky Voice. ,,Okay .. I'll listen.'' Heeseung said, as he caressed your Hair gently to calm you down a bit. ,,I didn't know about his Problem with Drugs when we first met. He seemed like a good Person. But now ... he's just a manipulative, abusive asshole. And it hurts so much to see that. I care so much for him. I'm always trying to help him but he couldn't care less. Instead of caring, he hurts me. I wish I was strong enough to call the Police on him.'' Heeseung felt like throwing up. How could someone be so heartless ??
,,Look, Y/N . I have a Guest Room in my Apartment and you can stay for as long as you like. I need you to be safe. And when you're ready, we're gonna take care of this whole Situation. I'll help you with every single Step and I'll always protect you no matter what.'' You teared up. ,,Thank you so much'' Heeseung's Mouth curved into a smile, as he gave you another tight Hug. ,,Can we stay like this for a little while ?... I haven't been hugged in Years'' You whispered, making Heeseung giggle softly. ,,Of course'' He said as he looked at you in awe.
You met Heeseung when you needed him the most. Sometimes you wondered if he actually was a Guardian Angel. He saved you. And you loved him for that.
1 Year later...
Just like every Morning, you woke up cuddled up against Heeseung's Chest. The Corners of your Mouth turned up as you heard soft Snores leaving his slightly opened Mouth. You started leaving a few soft kisses on his Chest, trying to carefully wake him up. And when you noticed him trying not to smile, you knew you succeed.
,,I know you're awake, Heeseung'' You mumbled quietly, making him break into a fit of giggles. You laughed softly before placing a gentle Kiss on his Lips. ,,Good Morning, Beautiful'' You smiled hearing Heeseung's morning Voice. ,,Good Morning Angel'' You answered shyly, before Heeseung pulled you back into his Arms. You hid your Face in the crook of his Neck, as he held you tight.
You gently brushed your Lips against his Neck, making Heeseung smile sweetly. ,,You're so perfect, Y/N. How did I even deserve you'' You closed your Eyes slowly, inhaling his comforting Scent before placing a soft Kiss on the Skin of his Neck. ,,Why are you so good to me ?'' You whispered quietly, making Heeseung raise an Eyebrow. He gently brushed a strand of Hair behind your Ear, making you look up at him.
,,What do you mean ?'' Heeseung murmured, as you rested your Forehead against his. You sighed. ,,You're treating me so .. right'' Heeseung's Eyebrows furrowed. Hearing that from you broke his Heart for some Reason . He hated your Ex Boyfriend so freaking much for hurting you like that. ,,This is how you deserve to be treated, Y/N. I love you so much'' He said, kissing your Forehead after.
,,You saved me, Heeseung'' Heeseung shook his Head. ,,No .. you saved yourself, Y/N. I was just your little Sidekick.'' You giggled softly, as you wiped a Tear off your Cheek. You knew you finally found your Peace ... you found it in Heeseung's Arms. You've never felt this safe and loved before. Heeseung gave you a soft Kiss, that travelled from your Nose to your Lips. The Kiss lasted a bit longer than expected. Your Fingers were locked, as you shared a soft, delicate Kiss that made you feel warm all over.
Heeseung rested one Hand on your Hip, while the other one was gently caressing your Cheek. His Lips were so soft, and the Way he touched you so beautifully made you want to cry. You carefully deepened the Kiss, making Heeseung smile softly. The Kiss was feathery, yet passionate. And it made your Heart beat at least ten Times faster. ,,I'm in love with you.'' You whispered, breaking the Kiss. Heeseung placed one last long Peck on your Lips, before smiling at you.
He softly traced his Fingertips over your Shoulders, making you grin shyly. He loved you with his whole Heart, and he showed you what being loved actually feels like. He was there when you needed him the most. He made all of your Wounds heal. And you knew, that he would stay with you forever. You knew, he would love and protect you forever. And you were so right about that.
,,You're safe now...''
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hyung line reaction to when their pet starts barkin at yall mid sex 💀
heeseung
he was endlessly thrusting into you as you moaned in each other's mouths, your hands roaming and scratching his back, beyond this pleasure was reality. your dog adored the two of you and always wanted to be by your side, your dog figured the two of you were in the room, he started scratching and barking against the door. this caused heeseung to lose his momentum, he dropped at your front the both of you end up in giggles as you finished up quickly cuddling with your baby dog.
jay
you were panting on too of jay, his loud groans could be heard around the room, he had always loved it when you ride him, you both were so needy with the thrusts, wanting to reach your highs. both of you were lost in pleasure until the bark of your dog was heard. you slowed down looking at the door and jay. if there was someone you loved as much as jay , it would be your dog. you got of and quickly dressed in an oversized shirt and played with your dog, while jay was still hard peeking through the shirt seeing your ass
jake
jake made you ride him, he loved seeing you writhe and take his dick to pleasure yourself, you both were in a moaning mess, your chests rising rapidly, "aw baby love it when you make me ride you" you muttered roaming your hands through hus chest making him whine more. suddenly layla started barking at the both of you, shit— both of you forgot to feed her. jake was too sensitive too stop though, he started bucking his hips upwards, harder and harder. reaching your spot making you produce a pornographic moan causing you both to release and you soon fed layla and spent the day with her as an apology for being bad dog parents that day.
sunghoon
you were both play kissing waiting for your friends arrive, it turned into a quickie drastically quick. he was pounding on you from behind making you mewl at the feeling of his skin and balls against yours. you could barely hold up your arms, both of you lost in the moment oblivious to your friends coming into your shared apartment. your friends were filled with wit enough to catch on whats happening. when you were finishing your friends had horrified looks and left with your dog to save its innocence.
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i'm so tired
pairing || heeseung x reader
word count || 737
genre || major angst
warnings || mentions of alcohol, clubs, just sad in general, mentions of slight injury, blood (?)
note || this is my first work and I'm kinda proud of it idk but I hope it doesn't flop also ofc it's based off of I'm so tired by lauv so listen to it while reading and enjoy!!
You swished the drink in your cup. You were tired. You wanted to go home. This party wasn’t for you. You thought that maybe if you came here, you’d meet someone else and forget him but you knew you were a goner once the love songs started playing. As lovers held on to each other, dancing rhythmically to each other’s heartbeats, your eyes started brimming with tears. You released a shaky breath, the sight, the emotions, the love surrounding you reminded you of a love you once shared. A love much too hard to forget.
The cup in your hand now hovered over your face, its contents spilling down your chest, burning it with all their might. You coughed, cursing yourself for downing the liquid so quickly. Lightly pounding your chest with your fist, you tried to gain back the breath snatched away from you.
And then they played it.
You would be able to recognize that song even if they played it to you fifty years later in your life, when you’d have amnesia or dementia and your hair would be greying and your skin would be sagging with wrinkles. You’d use all the left up air in your body and cough out the name that would be on the tip of your tongue since the first time you heard it.
It was your song; your song in its flesh, the one that he used to play for you, sing for you. It was the song that you shared with the boy whose eyes would sparkle even in the dead of your dark tree house and whose smile would shine brighter than the nebulas in the inky night sky. It was the song he sang to you before he stole your first kiss, your breath, your oxygen, your everything.
You slammed your fist against the table and wished the alcohol would take over and drown your senses in indifference. You wished it would be strong enough to part you from your memories and, instead, show you fantasies that you wished would come true, but that was only wishful thinking. You don’t think they’ve made anything strong enough to drown out your emotions, and so you pray, to no one in particular, that you’d have the strength to hold onto the remaining piece of sanity keeping you alive.
All the meetings with strangers were pointless. Wherever you went you heard his voice, saw his face, and now you knew that you were in too deep, drowning, gasping for air.
You shot up from your seat, stumbling through the bar to find the exit. You needed air. You needed to breathe, to go out from this suffocating environment and get room to fill up your lungs with oxygen. But he was your air, your oxygen, your everything. He was that vital for your existence and you realized it wasn’t air that you needed but him. You couldn’t forget him, and he was the only person who could salvage your pathetic, dying being from the never-ending abyss it was falling into.
You shook with ragged breaths trying to find your way out, the distant pounding of haunting memories filling your ears. The problem wasn’t all the parties you visited. It wasn’t the couples that surrounded you. It wasn’t the love songs spilling into your ears, making them bleed.
The problem was you.
The problem was your need for him, your twisted mentality, your denial of reality, your refusal to live without something that was long-gone, that had slipped out your fingers like sand in an hourglass, counting the seconds away till the demise of your love.
You finally found the exit, bursting through the door in hopes that your aching heart would find peace outside, but it never calmed. It beat with pain in every pulse: undying, unrelenting, unforgiving.
You were tired of all these love songs. They promised eternity but that was the sole thing you never achieved. You were tired. You were exhausted. You wanted to go home, but home was so far away. Home was him and he was nowhere near you.
You staggered, out of breath, hands flailing around in an attempt to hold onto something that would save you before your knees buckled under you. But it was to no avail as you crashed into the granite, skin scratching painfully against its surface. Tears spilled out of your eyes and you released the most heart-wrenching cry ever.
Take me home, Lee Heeseung. Bring me home.
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24 hour stream — lhs.
trope. established relationship. streamer!au
synopsis. you think it’s adorable how heeseung seems to be fighting his exhaustion in favor of being with you as you finish your twenty-four hour stream (1.1k words)
warnings. none
note. hello this is totally self indulgent but enjoy streamer!heeseung making an appearance again cos i miss writing streamer content >:( btw thank u to user notrenes i got inspired by that clip u sent of quarterjade and masayoshi i love them truly
[4:27 AM]
The monitor of your computer is bright, reflecting rather harshly on your face as you fight to keep awake while entertaining chat. The room is much lonelier than it was hours ago – Winter and Ningning had dropped by earlier to join you for your stream, playing in real life games and taste testing hot wings on different scales of spicy.
They left with Winter’s upset stomach grumbling and Ningning laughing as she escorted the pair of them back to their shared home. After they left, you decided to queue up some Valorant to shave some time off of your 24-hour goal.
Currently, your clock is mockingly situated by your set-up, screaming the time and reminding you that you only have a few hours left until you’ve accomplished your 24-hour stream. You had long finished Valorant and were just talking to chat, searching for another game that you could play by yourself that’s still entertaining to the people viewing your stream.
To battle the exhaustion and tiredness in your system (with the hint of a headache you had briefly mentioned to chat), you decide that playing a horror game would be an appropriate choice. Chat’s been requesting you do a horror stream for a while, and you realize now might be a good time to do it.
You first hear it midgame, when you’ve paused to recover from the horrifying monster design that was chasing your character. Your head snaps towards the direction of your door, staring at it to see if you’ve heard right. Thinking that it was just part of the background soundtrack of the game, you turn back to your monitor.
The second time, it’s unmistakable.
“I think someone’s knocking on my door, chat.”
As if to confirm your suspicions, the knocks come back and in goes Lee Heeseung, your bleary and half-asleep boyfriend who makes his way towards where you’re sat.
“Hi!” You greet him, surprised he was still awake at this hour. He had just done a long stream and finished only a few hours ago – you assumed he wouldn’t be awake until afternoon. Maybe something had woken him up?
It doesn’t take long before Heeseung’s plaguing your monitor with his presence, breezing his lips across your forehead to press a soft kiss on your cold skin. Then, placing a careful hand on your shoulder, he hands you a newly refilled bottle of water and a pill.
“Here, take some medicine.” Heeseung pays no mind to chat, pushing his hand in your direction and offering you a strict gaze before a warm smile follows. You take it from him confused, staring down at it before you look back at your boyfriend. “You came here just to give me medicine?”
“You mentioned on-stream that your head was aching.”
“You were watching my stream?” Even after years of being in a relationship with Heeseung, he never failed to trigger your heart into a million cartwheels.
Heeseung hums, eyelids starting to drop again and your heart warms at the sight of him trying to fight it. “Now drink up and get better, okay?” You nod your head, placing the medicine on your tongue before swallowing it down.
“Oh, it’s so cold.” You say in amusement when your hands make contact with the bottled water, immediately placing it down by your side after taking a few gulps. Then, your lips drop into a pout, holding onto his hand which he happily offers. “Babe, I’m so tired.”
“Do you want coffee?” Heeseung offers thoughtfully, looking down at you and giving you every bit of his attention despite exhaustion chasing after him.
“No, I don’t think so.”
“I can make you one. No?”
You hum. “It’s okay.”
“Alright. Are you cold?”
“Only a little.”
It seems your response triggers Heeseung to leave your room briefly (not without a kiss on the crown of your head) before coming back with one of his hoodies, wrapping you in its incredibly soft cloth.
Your boyfriend’s sweet gestures don’t go unnoticed, causing an instant frenzy in your chat.
heeyn4ever: the way i cried
imgaylol: MUST BE NICE
breadlover: where’d my toaster go
gardenclub: my therapist cant help me but heeseung could
Trying not to disturb you and your stream any further, he gently pulls another chair from your room, dragging it towards where you’re seated before plopping down – just enough so he isn’t really seen on your stream.
“Hi chat.” Heeseung greets your chat respectfully, waving and blinking a few times to try and let their comments and responses sink in. “Sorry for stealing my girlfriend for a bit.”
“You’re staying?”
“Figured you could use some company.”
You smile gratefully at him, feeling him lean his head against your shoulder, tired eyes fixed on the screen of your monitor and urging you to continue the game you had been playing earlier so he didn’t disturb chat. Your fingers rest on the controllers, pressing the necessary buttons to navigate through the map. One of Heeseung’s hands is cradling the back of your head, and every once in a while, he would brush the stubborn pieces of hair in front of your face and place a sweet kiss on the side of your head.
His eyes open again after closing them briefly, leaning comfortably against your shoulder and following along your character in the game. You adore him, and you think he’s so adorable, and you can tell he’s extremely tired. You can tell because he keeps yawning, eyes disengaged from time to time as he goes over chat.
Sensing your gaze, Heeseung slowly looks back at you. His lips twitch into a smile. He murmurs, voice heavy with fatigue. “Why’d you stop playing?”
“I can’t seem to get past this part.”
“Here, let me help you.”
You pause to widen your smile. “Hee, you don’t have to. I know you’re tired. You should get to bed.” He stares at you, eyes droopy and warm as you speak. His pink lips form into a gentle pout at your words.
“How many hours left til your stream ends?”
“Just 6 hours more.”
“I can handle 6 hours. I’ll just be quietly sitting here if you need anything.” Heeseung waves goodbye to chat before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead as he moves away again.
[10:00 AM]
Your 24-hour stream ends, and as promised, Heeseung is seated by you. He endured the long hours to make sure he was there if you needed anything — food, water, or just his company as someone you can talk to so you wouldn’t fall asleep.
His ears perk up when you bid farewell to chat, and then he’s standing.
“Bye, chat.” His hand comes into your monitor’s view, waving politely. When you shut off your stream, Heeseung is quick to pick you up in his arms. “I finally have you to myself.”
“Mhm, all yours again.”
“Never wanna share you with chat for 24 hours again. No more 24 hour streams.”
“Never wanna share you with chat for 24 hours again. No more 24 hour streams.”
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enhypen fic recs
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ot7 / multi
e(nnn)- | heeseung & jake, series & smut — by @jwonsite
break-up sex | hyung line, smut, fluff & angst — by @flowershines
a good ride | heeseung & jake, smut & fave 2.4k — by @yeonzzzn
meddle about (part one) | heeseung & sunghoon, smut & angst 9k — by @en-dazedafterdark
meddle about with me (part two) | heeseung & sunghoon, smut, fluff & angst 11.9k — by @en-dazedafterdark
taste tester | jay & jungwon, smut 1.9k — by @g0niki
cameras on | jay & jungwon, smut 3.4k — by @g0niki
cameras on: take two (part two) | jay & jungwon, smut 2.3k — by @g0niki
all fun and games: 02z | jay, jake & sunghoon, smut 4.7k — by @yeonzzzn
given-taken | hyung line, smut, fluff & fave 10k+ — by @drunkhazed
cross the line | heeseung & sunghoon, smut 10k+ — by @drunkhazed
i would give up heaven if i had to | heeseung & sunghoon, series, smut, fluff & angst — by @drunkhazed
the classics : an enhypen series | ot7, series, smut, fluff, angst & fave — by @taeghi
bets are meant to be won | 02z, smut, fluff & fave — by @taeghi
making you squirt | hyung line, smut & FAVE — by @heeliopheelia
lee heeseung
cherry | smut, fluff & angst 23k+ — by @moon7jay
won’t let you go this time | angst, smut, fluff & fave 36k — by @zreamy
the sinner and the sin | smut & fave 4.7k — by @luvyeni
let me take care of you | smut & fluff — by @enha-stars
unfortunate desire | series, smut, angst & fluff — by @taeghi
always been you | smut, fluff & angst 16.6k — by @jaeyunverse
corruption | smut & fluff — by @onlyjaeyun
baby trapping | smut 1.5k — by @yeonzzzn
creep | smut & fave 5k — by @drunkhazed
crush (part two) | smut, fluff & fave 5k — by @drunkhazed
bite me | smut, fluff & fave 20k — by @drunkhazed
park jongseong
bestie jay | smut — by @drunkhazed
bestie jay (part two) | smut — by @drunkhazed
bestie jay (part three) | smut — by @drunkhazed
sim jaeyun
chilling & killing | series, smut & fave — by @yeonzzzn
erotic empathy | smut 12.7k — by @simpjaes
let me take care of you | smut & fluff — by @enha-stars
the bet | fluff 1.2k — by @jaeyunverse
“your nose is so pretty” | smut & fave — by @onlyjaeyun
worshipping you | smut — by @onlyjaeyun
taste of you | smut 2.9k — by @yeonzzzn
out of bounds | smut — by @cinnasweetss
park sunghoon
we can’t be friends | smut — by @dearjaeyuns
spf23 | smut & fluff 31.8k — by @zreamy
spoiled rotten | fluff & suggestive — by @boyfhee
we’ll always have this summer | smut, fluff, angst & fave 25.9k — by @asahicore
freak | smut 4.6k — by @drunkhazed
scream (part two) | smut 5k — by @drunkhazed
kim sunoo
no remorse | smut 2.2k — by @yeonzzzn
yang jungwon
drink up | smut & fave 1.5k — by @g0niki
jungwon x shy!reader | smut 1k — by @intromortal
pick up | smut & fave 1.4k — by @g0niki
nishimura riki
as your trouble maker bf | fluff & fave — by @invvuu
one voice, two phones | series, angst & fluff — by @str0l0gy
all i want for christmas is you | fluff 5.4k — by @jaeyunverse
last updated: 29/04/24
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