If You Don’t Think Tchaikovsky’s Piano Concerto 1 In B-flat Minor Isn’t One Of The Greatest Pieces

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pegging sunghoon someone pls confirm that i’m not the only one that hears hoon 😵‍💫

jay humping his pillow

teasing jake’s dick while he sits on your lap

petting heeseung’s cock

heeseung fucking your hands like a puppy in heat this one has me in a chokehold

giving sunghoon a handjob while sitting on his lap

giving heeseung a handjob while his hands are tied his dick is pretty 🙈

this screams jake needing to fuck you but you’re not there so he fucks his bed instead </3

milking heeseung’s dick

jay sending you a vid of him getting himself off

ENHYPEN hyung line AS OLD LOVE SONGS — THE SERIES. ⭒

VOL 1 | MASTERLIST

﹙. ♡﹚ PARK JONGSEONG | PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER

— ⟢ pairing: lawyer!jay x lawyer!afab reader

— ⟢ synopsis: jay and you are in a friends with benefits situation and also partners at work. but he is falling harder for you each day more and more, and he is waiting for your precious love, as you put your head on his shoulder, after an amazing night. (sets in dirty little secret/lawyer!jay universe)

— ⟢ wc: 3.8k !

— ⟢ warnings: smut, protected sex, oral sex (fem receiving), using pet names (darling, good boy, princess) and i guess that's it!

— ⟢ a/n: say hello to the part 1 of old love songs series! first one is for my beloved lawyer!jay, the first character i ever wrote and please treat him right! he has a special place in my heart. also i added a scene from their university/rivalry years which is connected to the og fic and i hope you enjoy that! idk which member will be next but i will make sure to update you, thank you for reading<3 ily oreos.

You opened the front door of your house as fast as you could because you had a Park Jongseong pressed against your back, attacking the nape of your neck like he was hungry and you were his dinner. 

He smirked when you finally pushed both of you inside of your house, where you had been meeting almost everyday after work, to have some fun, and today was no exception. 

His fingers were already on his tie, loosening it as he made you walk to your bedroom, supporting you from your ass with his other hand. 

“C’mon darling.” He kind of jumped with excitement behind you as he saw your bed, that you didn’t even bother to make and some underwear laying on top. 

He let his body fall on the mattress, legs spread as he unbuttoned his shirt with a smug smile. You rolled your eyes at his boyish behavior but you followed him as you straddle his lap and pulled his shirt over his shoulders, exposing his bare chest to your eyes. 

“I sucked you off yesterday so it’s your turn.” You sweetly smiled and he groaned, his back falling to the bed. “Was too excited for a head, fuck.” 

“I’m sorry, Park.” You shrugged your shoulders in tiny, as you kissed his exposed chest and then his neck, making him whimper under you. “Also, we both know how much you like giving me head.” You smirked against his skin, remembering the time he cummed in his pants while he was eating you out under the sheets. 

“You’re never going to stop talking about this right?” He huffed, before grabbing your chin to kiss your lips, which you do rarely, especially when you both are in the need to relieve stress. 

“Looks like you want romantic fuck?” You pouted, when you broke the kiss and made him giggle. 

“Mhm, if you also want to of course.” He pushed a strand of hair that was falling in front of your eye. 

“You drived me crazy at work, and now you’re asking me to make love to you..” You rolled your eyes in a mocking way before you kissed his lips once more, making him feel butterflies that he didn’t want to feel at all. 

Jay’s eyes closed with pleasure, when you kissed his neck slowly, sucking his skin and making him whimper underneath you. Jay and you have been in this routine for the past two weeks maybe, and for sure, this became his favorite part of the day. 

You made work fun for him, knowing he will get to taste you after a long stressful day, it really made being an attorney bearable. Having a clever partner which he gets to fuck after work. 

Your fingers unbuckled his belt quickly, as your lips were attached to his birthmark on his neck, then you felt his hands grabbing you by the waist tightly, pushing you more into his crotch as you straddled him. 

“Oohh..” 

You snapped your head up from his neck, hearing his painful moan, to look at his eyes with red and plump lips from kissing, “What now?” 

He flipped you over on the bed and got on top, then a cheesy smile covered his lip, before he nibbled on his bottom lip like a naughty kid.

“I need to pee so badly.” 

You gave him a dead glare because this wasn’t the first instead of being hot and sexy, deciding to tell the most random and weird thing his little mind can ever come up with. 

“What did I do to deserve you?” 

He got up from the bed and walked to the door as he had a hand on his crotch area, “It’s your karma for beating me at Harvard, darling.” 

Well even though Jay was incredibly weird and a mood killer most of the time, he always made you end up crying on his dick, wanting for more, begging for more.

Even the times when he insisted to have a romantic fuck, like an actual couple, with kisses and words. Both of you wanted to think this was just an act, since the beginning of your agreement. You’d love to take your anger out of each other as well as this. But Jay was dying inside, why you had to make love so softly, his heart was literally aching whenever you touched him. 

When he was thrusting in and out of you, your arms wrapped around his neck tightly and your lips against his, letting him swallow your moans, you craved him more. Most of the time he went back to his place but sometimes you craved the man who just fucked you to stay all night beside you. It just felt better, nothing has to do with Jay at all. 

“Jay?” 

He shivered when you mumbled his name all of a sudden, but tried to act cool as much as possible, “Yeah?” 

“Can you stay with me tonight?” 

The way he nodded so quickly made you want to smile so hard. 

You brought your hands to his cheeks, caressing the top of his cheekbones lightly, “Thanks.” 

He gulped, shaking his head to the sides, “It is actually closer to work from your house, plus you drive and gas is kinda expensive these days..” 

Your mouth opened with shock, the audacity this man had to say all these, when he was inside you, fucking you!?

“Oh god, I really do hate you, like a lot.” 

“Why we fucking right now then?”

You sighed deeply, as he brushed his nose against yours and pressed his lips to your tilted cheek, “Tell me.” 

“Tell you what?” You mumbled, trying to sound as neutral as possible as he landed butterfly kisses to your jaw. 

“Why we can’t keep our hands off each other, if you hate me so much?” 

He rocked his hips slightly harder to get a reaction out of you when you deadpanned, and it worked, you moaned, looking at him with questioning eyes. 

“Because you make me feel good.” 

“Couldn’t hear that, darling.” 

You got angry and grabbed his chin between your fingers to push his face to yours, making him stare at you. Your lips were dangerously close again as you speaked. 

“You make me feel good.” 

A pretty smile formed on his lips before he kissed you, his arms snaking around your body, and yours around his neck, as your lips danced against each other. When Jay pushed his tongue between your lips you let him, and with a move with your hip and a push to his shoulder, you turned his body over, making both of you lay on sides. 

His one hand creeped to the back of your head and pushed your face even closer to his, noses and teeth bumping against each other for a while, until you completed the turn and got on top of him. 

Your chest was pressed to his as you started rocking your hips, and your lips didn’t leave each other not even for a second. Even when you wanted to breathe, your lips were on his, and you just breathed into his mouth, before he pushed your head down again, licking into your mouth messily. 

You softly giggled when he pulled the sheets to cover you up and then massaged your back over it. He knew you got cold easily. 

Your lips dropped down to his sharp jawline and you couldn’t help but bite the tensed muscle, making him hiss. “Relax, babe.” 

His clenched jaw softened, and you smiled and started kissing his skin there, this time making him whimper softly. “Mhm, such a good boy.” 

“Ah, good boy, huh?” 

You hummed sweetly, putting a hand on his cheek to pinch lightly, “Aren’t you one?” 

You gasped when his hands grabbed your ass and squeezed your skin harshly. Then he put his finger where his cock was parting you apart and pushed himself deeper in you, “Am I?” 

You gasped, feeling his thighs against yours.

“Fuck you.” 

“You’re already at it.” 

“You’re so deep.” You closed your eyes for a second and then sighed, opening your eyes to his smug face. 

“I know, I can feel it too.” 

“Asshole.” You bit back, trying to move your hips slightly. 

“You like me.” He smirked, guiding your hips on his cock. 

“I despise you.” 

“You are sitting on my cock.” 

“Ugh.” You whined, grasping his face between your fingers before kissing him angrily, making him let out a manly yet soft laugh into your mouth. 

“You’re lucky this is still my favorite time of the day.” You mumbled and then smirked, making Jay roll you over and get on top again, having a hand behind your head. 

His lips pressed to yours as he started fucking you faster and harder, just the way you liked it, making you let out his favorite sounds. 

2018, Harvard

Your eyes were burning from studying for your final exam and your neck was killing you from the sitting position you had for the past seven hours. 

I need to beat Jongseong. 

“Ugh, speak of the devil..” You rolled your eyes, seeing your biggest rival and the guy you hated the most entering the library, with his glasses you thought were not prescribed at all. Loser.

Library was almost empty and he had plenty of seats for him to choose and sit. Yet, you winced when he loudly pulled the chair next to you, making people look at you, and earning a scolding ‘ssh’ from the librarian. 

“What’s up?” He whispered, making you give him a deadly look. 

“Horrible, since you decided to sit next to me and interrupt my studying.” 

He rolled his tongue in his mouth, and he enjoyed how he had the magic to get you so angry. He watched you in classes, you were not a hot headed person at all, everyone loved you so much. You were like honey to them, their hardworking, helpful, sweet y/n. Even the professors loved you so much, only if they knew you were a brat out of the classroom.

He shrugged lightly, “You look like shit.” 

You didn’t even remove your eyes from the paper which you were highlighting with a neon colored pen. He might’ve been right, your hair was in a messy bun, you were on your period, you had zits on your chin due to hormonal imbalance, and your under eyes were baggy. 

All the things you sacrificed to beat his ass. 

“I know.” 

He smirked before he put his hands on your shoulders, and attempted to massage them, which made you let out a tiny scream. 

“Hey!” 

He gave you a soft look under his lashes, you just knew he had another evil plan in his head just by looking at his pretty cat eyes. 

“You look tense and stressed and horrible and —

“Come to the point, Jay.” 

He huffed, pulling you from your chair closer to his, making yet another loud sound, and another deadly look from the librarian falling on you both. 

“Let me massage your shoulders a little bit, princess. Don’t worry, I am really good at it.” 

When you were dating Sunghoon, he used to tell you how amazing massages Jay gives to his friends, and if he ends up jobless, he can basically open a spa. Only problem was, you never trusted Jay, and you still thought he must have had an evil plan. 

But you had zero energy on your spine to hold you up, and you were planning to take a fifteen minute break anyway to sleep. That was your sleep schedule during finals.. fifteen minutes. It could have been an hour if Jongseong didn’t exist though. 

“I wanna race on equal terms,” He showed you his teeth as he smiled and then you felt his fingers grasping on your shoulders, kneading your muscles gently. 

“Oh..”

“Good, right?” He smirked, looking at your relaxed eyebrows, as he worked his magic on you. 

You were only able to nod, as your eyes were closed now, and when they were closed, Jay stared at your highlighted parts, the parts you refused to give him when he asked for it and were possible final questions. 

“Now I will massage your neck,” He whispered, putting only one hand on the base of your tilted neck, eyes still closed as the devil himself took his phone out from his pocket, and took pictures of your textbook.

Now his plan was to fuck off, and sit somewhere else and study these until the morning. His plan worked. 

He smirked, gathering his belongings to get up, but your head fell down to his shoulder suddenly. 

You just fell asleep on his shoulder. 

How exhausted you might have been to fall asleep this quick on his shoulder, you were like those weird people on a plane who abruptly fell on you and you had to just go with it. 

He huffed as he stared down at your sleeping face on his shoulder, and licked his lips to the view — He had to admit, you were still pretty with dry patches of skin on your forehead and pimples he wanted to squeeze on your chin. 

Then he got sleepy too as he studied the parts he stole from you from his phone screen, and his head slowly fell on top of yours, falling asleep. 

Your fifteen minute break, turned into a three hour long sleep, on Jay’s shoulders and his evil plan also failed, since he fell asleep with you, instead of studying. 

When you woke up, you had only an hour left until the exam, and the sun was already shining outside. You touched the first thing that was next to you, which happened to be your beloved rival’s chest. 

Then you saw his phone in his hand, and your textbook fully open, and you immediately knew. 

“Park!” You screamed so loud, pushing his head from yours, literally forgetting you were in the library. 

“I am going to kill you with my own hands, you idiot!” You yelled, slapping his upper arm continuously as tears formed on your eyes from anger. 

His awakening was too fast for him to gather his thoughts and to understand why you were beating him up, “I hate you! You are the devil, Park Jongseong!” 

People were huffing and grumbling at your voice being so loud, even not that, the constant slapping that came from the contact you applied to his shoulder. 

“God! Stop! I didn’t mean to make you fall asleep.” He raised his hands beside his head, in a defensive way, “I am sorry, okay?” 

You gathered your belongings on the table quickly, as the librarian stood beside you both, cursing and shaming you for disrespecting everyone’s studies. 

“Okay! I am leaving, stop yelling at me.” You cried as you shouted again, and then turned back to Jay to push him again. “Go to hell, Park. I mean it.” 

He got up and pushed you against the table when the woman left, thinking no one could see.

“As you can see, I was also asleep, y/n.” He talked between his teeth, getting angry at your tantrum. “If my plan was to put you in sleep and make you fail the test, I wouldn’t have let you sleep on my shoulder, right?” 

“You stole my notes.” You pressed your pointer next to his heart, as you let out every word. 

“Yeah, but my plan was to study them, not fucking falling asleep on you!” He screamed this time, pushing your hand from his chest aggressively, “Instead, you fell asleep on me like an annoying stray cat and now I will fail too!” 

You laughed sarcastically, putting your hand on your forehead, as you tried to process everything — this bitch ass was blaming you for everything now? 

“You’re an asshole, Park.” You grabbed your bag and pushed him so you could slide between his body and the table he trapped you between. 

After you left, a poor med student came closer to Jay, and pulled him the finger. 

“I will write this on the Harvard forum— For people to never study in this library when you two dickheads are here.” 

Now the same guy was kissing down your body to your core, you weren’t able to see his face as he was lost under the covers, pressing soft kisses on your clit. 

“As promised.” He mumbled before diving his tongue between your folds and licking you, making your knees bent with pleasure and giving him more room down there. 

“Fuck.” Your eyes rolled, fingers running through his silky strands as he licked your cunt. 

“Don’t stop — oh!” 

His skilled tongue, made you let out all kinds of whimpers and moans and what he loved the most listening to them, as a proof of how good he made you feel. It satisfied something inside of him that he wasn’t able to name or understand but one thing he was sure of was, he enjoyed being the cause of your pleasure. 

“Fingers too, please.” 

He giggled against your clit and he pushed the covers on his back to be able to see your face covered with lust. And seeing Jay between your legs and staring up at you like a hungry animal always got you going. 

“Look at you begging so pretty.” 

You rolled your eyes at him, pushing his face more to your pussy, his nose brushing against your throbbing clit. 

He didn’t hesitate to shove two fingers inside your cunt easily, which was filled with his cock a few minutes ago. You whined so much on his dick and said dirty stuff to his ear while he was deeper than ever, so he kind of cummed earlier than he planned. 

“Oh! Yes, so good.” You sighed loudly, at the combination of his lips sucking on your clit and his fingers stirring your cunt and pumping them, lewd noises filling your bedroom. 

He flicked your sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue, before he sucking it again, making you roll your head back, while your juices spilled up to his forearm. 

“Fuck, so wet, darling.” He smirked, as he pushed his finger deeper and curled them inside, making you scream. “So wet and messy.” 

“Please, I am so close.” You looked at him with desperation and he couldn’t make you wait any longer after seeing your hazy eyes staring at him. 

Then his continuous thrusts against your g-spot with his thick fingers started, making you squirm and melt into the bed, his lips trapped between his teeth as he watched your ruined expressions. 

You cummed, coating his fingers with your slick even more, if it was possible. He caressed your opening gently after pulling his fingers down, and then rubbed them along your folds, before he licked everything, making you cry with the overwhelmed feeling. 

“You look so cute when you cum.” 

His words made you blush and you refused to look at him but his wet fingers grabbed your cheek and forced you to stare at his pretty eyes. 

“You owe me a good blow now.” 

Your face scrunched up, pushing his chest for him to fall next to you, his manly laugh echoing in the room. “You are so romantic.” You mumbled in a sarcastic tone.

You wanted to get up from the bed but his hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you to his chest quickly. “Do you want me to be romantic?” He raised a single eyebrow, a smirk covering his plump wet lips. 

You shook your head as you tried to push yourself away from his chest, “Ugh, I don’t, ew — I was just, forget it.” 

When you tried to get out of his hold, you winced, a sharp pain spreading along your tense muscle. 

“What happened?” He panicked, seeing you putting a hand behind your neck and closing your eyes in pain. 

“I keep getting neck pains at work.” You mumbled, “It’s one of them.” 

He smirked, putting his palms on your shoulders as you held the sheets to cover your chest, moaning when he gently kneaded your muscles. 

“Last time you did this, I got my lowest grade in my whole academic life.”

He laughed loudly as you let your head lean to the back to look at his face, “Do you remember?” 

He nodded and couldn’t help himself, leaning down to kiss your forehead, making you put your hand over your mouth in shock. 

His hands stopped moving and one of them grabbed your wrist and freed your lips, and you were shocked when he grabbed both of your cheeks and kissed your lips, and it was like the kiss in spiderman, instead the top of your head was leaning against his chest. 

“I remember you falling asleep on my shoulder.” He mumbled into your mouth as he slowly kissed you, making goosebumps raise up on your skin. 

He pulled himself from your lips, and squeezed your cheeks, lightly giggling at your upside down face. 

His heart skipped a beat when you caressed his thighs, and then smirked, “Can I do it again? Because my neck is hurting a lot.” 

“Oh!” He immediately released your head from his hold and rested himself on the headboard of your bed. When he smiled at you gently and tapped his shoulder for you to come, you quickly crawled to him, resting your head there. 

He wondered what if he had you as his girlfriend? Putting your head on his shoulder every night because even though you denied it a few years ago, Jay was the only person who was able to put you to sleep during your busy schedule. 

And he imagined you looking up at him with doe eyes, putting your lips next to his before kissing him every night. 

“Can you kiss me once?” 

You stared up at him with confused eyes, “Hm?” 

“Just a kiss goodnight.” He mumbled, closing his eyes and grabbing your face with one hand. “I need to know.” 

You smiled in confusion, your eyebrow raising up. 

“Knowing what?” You got closer to him and caressed his chest softly, making him lean into your touch. 

“Please, y/n.” 

Your heart was beating so fast in your chest as your hand traveled from his chest to his cheek, tugging on his skin gently as you pulled him to your mouth, both of your eyes closing at the feeling of having each other’s lips. 

He smiled into the kiss as he got his answer, and when he smirked you broke the kiss, his head fell against your chest as he started giggling. 

“What? Jay!” You got confused even more when he pulled you to his chest and kissed the top of your head, keeping you getting surprised at his weird and loving behavior all of a sudden. 

“Did you get your answer?” You asked, without knowing what was the question he had and why his answer was hidden in the kiss you just gave him. 

He sighed deeply, hugging your bare body even closer to his as he nodded his head. “I did.” 

You and I will fall in love. 

THE END.

OLD LOVE SONGS SERIES WILL BE BACK.

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SHE PLAYS BASS!

synopsis : prince sunghoon had a boring life. never had he ever gone out with his friends or fallen in love like a normal teenager (not like he liked the idea of falling in love). instead, he was forced to prepare for when he would be crowned king. but when your band, le sserafim is invited to play at the royal palace. his perspective on love would change all because of you.

featuring : le sserafim, hyung line of enhypen and a mention of jungwon

warnings : swearing, angst, parents w broken relationships, crying, kissing, reader wears makeup for performance, sunghoon is REALLY bad at conversations, will update as writing!

wc : 8.4k (woww!)

pairing : prince!sunghoon x afab!reader

a/n : it’s out!! sorry for the wait everyone and its a little weird but i hope you enjoy! thank u sm to @redm4ri for reading over it and making sure everything is good 🫶 also if you find anything we both missed… suck it up and ignore it

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perm taglist : @jwnghyuns @ja4hyvn @trsrina @redm4ri @badmuni

01 NO CELESTIAL WAS ALWAYS YOUR FAVORITE SONG TO PERFORM.

you enjoyed playing the guitar riffs and singing until your lungs went out. you enjoyed the small portion of choreography you had and the energy it brought to the crowd. but as much as you enjoyed the melody itself, you enjoyed the lyrics even more.

to you, no celestial was about breaking the standards and just being yourself (ex. lyrics “angel-like perfection, bye” in first verse). but the song also meant that you can’t be perfect, and to not be afraid when someone realizes that. no celestial gave you a sense of freedom, like nothing else mattered but the sounds of your voices. and you would do anything to have that freedom.

well, it was the kind of freedom you already had until the attention’s eye was on you. now, you couldn’t even meet up with an old friend before someone turned it into a dating rumor. it was hard to ignore those rumors and continue on, but that was what you had to do to make it far.

and, you weren’t sure if it was worth it until now. staring in shock as you open the intricate blue envelope decorated with gold lining. on the back, is text stating “The Royal Palace”. Yunjin squeals in excitement as you carefully pull out the paper, reading the contents hidden inside.

Dear, Source Music

It has come to our attention that your band, Le Sserafim has been spiking in popularity in our kingdom. As the Prince’s birthday is coming soon, we would like to formally invite Le Sserafim to perform at the Royal Palace on December 8th to entertain our guests. Please arrive at 3:30 pm or before as you’ll be performing at 4:15. All food and drinks will be provided for you, outfits will also be provided and we’ll have to schedule an appointment to get some measurements. Please tell us what kind of concept to go for, and we’ll do our best to achieve that. We trust that the band will perform well as always. Thank you.

Sincerely,

Yang Jungwon

you look at your members in disbelief as they do the same before kazuha breaks the silence.

“we’re going to perform at the royal palace!” she excitedly squeals, as the room explodes into excited laughter, deciding what songs will be performed.

“well we have to perform fearless! it’s our hit song,” yunjin begs, trying to get nods of approval from the group's leader.

chaewon sighs, looking back at yunjin, “we’ll have to see how many songs we can perform and if they want us to perform any particular ones. we can ask our boss at our next meeting. he’ll probably have all the details we need,” she smiles warmly at her members, stretching out her arms and engulfing them in a warm hug.

“wait- when’s our next meeting?”

🎸

no celestial was not on the setlist. nor did your boss even think about performing it.

as the stubborn girl you are, you immediately asked why no celestial wasn’t on the list, and your boss laughs at you. stating that the palace didn’t choose the song and it wasn’t the right place for it. you thought that the song would be able to be performed anywhere (except, maybe a funeral but that’s not the point) but it apparently went against palace rules. it was stupid to you, isn’t that what the song’s telling you not to do? follow the rules?

you were surprised the great mermaid was picked, considering the amount of ‘foul language’ in the song. but since the prince was turning 21 (or 20 you couldn’t remember) you were sure a swear word wouldn’t hurt him.

it wasn’t until late at night when it hit you, you were performing for the prince in a month.

02 SUNGHOON WAS NOT EXCITED ABOUT HIS BIRTHDAY

all the decorations, outfits, and people were too much for him.

yes, he loved having the party, but having every single person he’s had any interaction with invited? just seemed over the top. he wished only his closest friends to come, but every year his parents would try so hard to marry him off to some random girl his age, which always ruined his mood (and his plan to have a small birthday party). sunghoon knew this year wouldn’t be different, so he didn’t look forward to it, simple as that.

when his parents revealed they were inviting a band to perform on his birthday. his lips had slightly upturned. would it be tomorrow by together? or seventeen? maybe even red velvet? his face immediately dropped when he heard the name. who the hell was le sserafim?

after he was dismissed sunghoon immediately looked up the band that was recently introduced to him, playing the first few songs that popped up.

out of the seven songs he listened to, he liked the song “sour grapes” the most. sunghoon didn’t look much into the lyrics of songs, as a song was just a melody he sang along to. but the rare times sunghoon did (which was when he was listening to sour grapes), he didn’t understand most of the lines. what did they mean by love is sour grapes? because to him, he didn’t think love resembled any kind of fruit.

well, what did love resemble to him? sunghoon didn’t know. after seeing his parents grow apart over the years, sunghoon wasn’t one to ask about the subject. and nor did he ever want to be.

the small number of lyrics he understood, made it even more obvious why love wasn’t that appealing to him. it would always end in heartbreak, which is why he vowed to himself to never fall in love. but deep down, he knew it was something he could never admit.

he was scared.

03 BREAKS WERE YOUR FAVORITE PART ABOUT PRACTICE

after practicing for three hours straight, chaewon decided for an hour's break. of course, no one disagreed which left you immediately leaving the building and deciding to walk around the kingdom.

the town was always a safe place for you to walk around since the palace is near your building and heavily guarded. after getting drinks for yourself and your members, you decided to head back to the practice building.

as you walked around you always stopped to watch some young kids playing outside, enjoying the laughter and happiness they brought to voice. you smile at their enjoyment, amused at the stupid games they make up.

you try to push your body away, as your head wants to keep watching. until you bump into someone, making you drop the drinks you had previously bought for your members.

“oh my god i’m so sorry! did it spill on you?” you frantically ask, crouching on the floor to pick up the wet cups on the ground.

you stand up to see a man around your age, his fluffy brown hair slightly covering his eyes and clothes too formal for a walk around the town. his face seems too familiar, almost like you’ve seen him before.

“it’s fine, sorry about your drinks, can i get you new ones?” he offers, a slight rasp evident in his voice.

“oh no, it’s okay! but do i know you? you look really familiar,” you ask curiously.

his state quickly turns to panic, before answering “n-no i don’t think so.” he curses himself for being so nervous.

“oops! sorry then, well my name’s y/n nice to meet you!” you offer him a hand, which he shakes.

“my name’s sunghoon nice to meet you too.” shit did i just say sunghoon? he realizes, horrified at his clumsiness.

“oh like prince sunghoon?” you mention, flashing him a bright smile.

“yeah haha…” he awkwardly replies, helping you throw away the dripping drinks in your hand. “are you sure? i’m sorry i feel really bad,” he rambles, looking at you with concern.

you swiftly pull out your phone to check the time, realizing you wouldn’t make it back in time if you went back to get drinks. you smile at him, showing him the time on your phone, “i have to be back soon! but maybe if we ever meet again you can pay me back,” you smile, and he smiles back before you run off, waving to him.

fimmies chat

you

lawl i just met the cutest guy !!

sakura

are u forgetting ure semi famous…

eunchae

did u rizz him up

yunjin

do u think y/n rizzed him up

be honest

you

no i didnt forget!! and i did rizz him up so good

yunjin dye.

anyways i didn’t get his number </3

kazuha

did u get his number

oh

chaewon

youre so lucky he didnt recognize u

but come back soon breaks almost over

you

im omw

04 HIS BIRTHDAY CAME SOONER THAN YOU REALIZED

you were too nervous about playing for the palace, you played your bass thousands of times in front of a crowd, you think, doing whatever to calm yourself. you had known all the chords by heart (including no celestial which your band decided to sneak in), you had warmed up your voice, and you had memorized and practiced the dance for hours and hours. you were going to do fine.

when you guys stepped onto the stage all that was heard were claps and a couple of cheers, you quickly made eye contact with the queen giving her a small head nod. you step in a line to bow and introduce yourselves, before getting to your instrument.

the first song you were performing was “the great mermaid”, sakura tapped her drumsticks three times, signaling for you to start the song. your hands instinctively moved to the right chords, strumming accordingly. as each chord passed, more was to be played. your hands shakily played each one, trying to sing your parts as stable as you could.

you felt a sigh of relief when the song ended, you placed your guitar on your hips, resting your hands while listening to the audience's boring claps. no shouts or cheers, just repeating claps, prim and proper. as chaewon introduces your next song you scan the audience, locking eyes with the young man on the throne, wait-

was that sunghoon?

your eyes widen as you hurry to your position in the dance, waiting for the music to start.

was sunghoon the prince? why didn’t he have a disguise? or some kind of security? did i seriously meet the prince on accident and didn’t notice?

you quickly came back to life, focusing on the dance you were currently doing.

your hips had to be on point, your legs had to be fully extended and in place, your arms had to be in the exact place, and your facial expression had to be on point. you hoped your expression looked how you imagined it.

you glanced at your manager noticing his approving, almost proud smile. you almost smile in response, containing it in quickly moving into formation.

the next few songs were a blur until you got to no celestial.

you nervously spoke into your microphone, introducing the song.

“for our last song we are performing a song called “no celestial”! this song is similar to our first one “the great mermaid” so if you enjoyed that song, you might like this one.” you wink at the audience, as you notice the manager giving you a look of disbelief.

you ignore it. adjusting your bass, starting up the next song. once you got to the pre-chorus you could feel your manager's glare burning in your scalp, you glance at sakura, exchanging nervous glances as yunjin sings her heart out, without a care in the world. by the time the song ends, you’re exhausted, and your legs and arms feel overworked,

you say your goodbyes and bow to the crowd as you walk off into the dressing room, where your manager waits with a menacing stare.

“hi sir…” you hesitantly start, he raises his left eyebrow at you.

“who came up with the idea of playing no celestial? the queen was giving me dirty looks! you’re lucky i’m not getting thrown in jail tomorrow. did you come up with the idea of playing no celestial for the palace y/n?” he yells, fuming with anger.

you look down at your feet, as your members watch, unable to prevent anything.

“yes i did.” you quietly answer.

“what’d you say? god you need to speak louder y/n,” he bluntly scolds.

“i said, yes i did,” you speak menacingly, he looks taken aback, almost surprised.

“this is your last warning y/n, one more and you’re out of the band, okay? i’m sick and tired of you taking your position for granted.”

“yes sir.” you bitterly answer, your body twitching trying to hold in your tears.

“now go! i can’t look at you right now,” he sighs.

you take your chance to quickly walk out of the dressing room, avoiding any servants walking around (and your members if they followed you). you slowly push open a door and find yourself on a path, surrounded by flowers and bushes tailored by the most perfectionist workers. each step there seem to be more and more plants unknown to you. you stop to look at a certain flower, reading the name on the index.

“the alstroemeria caught your eye?”

you jump at the sound, turning around to see (prince) sunghoon, walking next to you with a grin. you quickly bow, wiping your tears “oh! i’m so sorry for being here, i don’t know if i’m allowed here, so i’ll go!” you ramble, his smirk growing at the sight of you.

“it’s okay, y/n right? you did really well today,” he looks you up and down, slightly biting his lip.

“thank you, sir! happy birthday to you too.”

“no need for formal names, sunghoon is fine.”

your eyebrows furrow at his words, tilting your head slightly, “are you sure? it’s really no bother.”

he smirks at your comment, “you seemed fine with it two weeks ago,”

your eyes widen as his grin switches to a sly smirk, “i just didn’t recognize you,” you argue. “you don’t recognize the prince?” he raises one eyebrow. you huff at his response, opting to change the subject instead.

“shall we walk?” you ask, referring to the path you were earlier following. he nods as he starts leading the way through the abnormally large garden, making sure you stay away from any ditches or rocks.

“so, how was our performance? what was your favorite song?” you ask. he doesn’t think for long before deciding.

“sour grapes.”

“no reason why?” you give him a grumpy look which he notices, so he continues. “i like the melody, and lyrics.” he bluntly states, looking back at you for approval. “did you like the last song? no celestial?” you ask, silently praying he did.

“it was good, but i prefer slower songs.”

you nod accordingly, noticing how the loud ballroom music fills your silence, quite different from the songs you had performed. you walk to an empty field, which sunghoon explains that it’s empty because his parents gave up on the garden, deciding to do something better with their time and money. you frown at his story, why give up halfway in?

your legs grow tired, so you ultimately declare a break, in the middle of the field. sunghoon agrees, teasing you for your tired state.

when you sit down comfortable silence overtakes you two. you both calmly listen to the classical music, still clearly heard from the castle. after a few minutes, sunghoon light’s up with an idea, quickly standing up and offering his hand to you.

you, confused, look up at him. “what? are you trying to shake my hand?”

he laughs, “no, but would you, lady y/n have a dance with me?”

you grow flustered by the idea. you’re about to take his hand, before realizing you aren’t sure how to ballroom dance. you shyly mutter, “i don’t know how to properly do it”. he chuckles softly, taking hold of your hand, and pulling you up.

“i’ll teach you.”

sunghoon wasn’t sure why he was feeling so tense when he’d started teaching you. he’d be crazy to think that he wasn’t flustered by the way your hand was on his shoulder and the other intertwined with his, or the fact that you broke out into a smile every time you’d accidentally step on his foot or miss the spin. you were just pretty, he told himself, praying his hands didn’t feel clammy.

his hands were soft, and smooth contrasting with your calloused, and rough hands. but he didn’t seem to mind by the way he was smiling.

soon, your bodies blend together, like the sun and moon, forming an eclipse. taking each step in sync with the other. you can’t find your eyes anywhere else but locked on his. he smiles at you, and you smile back. you two dance until your feet get sore again after several songs. too tired to sit, you lay back on the slightly wet grass, staining the back of your stage outfit. sunghoon grins, laying down next to you, admiring the stars with you.

“sunghoon, do you know any constellations?” you ask, trying to make a familiar shape out of any of them.

sunghoon extends his hand out, scooting closer so you can see. he points to a particularly bright star, then another, and another he repeats that until he puts his hand down.

“that’s the ursa major, you’ve heard of it correct?” he looks over to you.

you chuckle, “of course, i know what the ursa major is. it’s so pretty, isn’t it?”

sunghoon stares at you, your bright smile facing the sky, your happy eyes almost in disbelief you're seeing such a beautiful sight, your makeup for the performance now slightly smudged but still gorgeous on you.

sunghoon thinks you’re the most beautiful star.

his eyes don’t move away from you before responding “yeah it is.”

he diverts his eyes when he sees you looking back at him, “the ursa major is used for navigating, because it completes a full circle around the north star.”

you nod, taking in the bright stars, shining straight at you.

sunghoon notices your silence, deciding to start a new conversation.

“what’s your perspective on love?”

sunghoon quickly realizes his mistake when you choke on your saliva, clearly not expecting him to ask you that question as you sit up. his face turns pale, hurriedly patting your back. “sorry, was that too far?” he asks.

you chuckle at his reaction, your laugh filling up his silence. “no,i just wasn’t expecting it. but i’ll give you an answer.” sunghoon gives you a nod, silently telling you to keep going.

“i think my opinion changes, like when i wrote sour grapes, obviously i didn’t like it. but now i think it’s quite the opposite,” you answer, sunghoon carefully thinks about your words, nodding approvingly.

“what about you sunghoon? what do you think about love?”

he stays silent for a while before answering, “i don’t believe in true love, i think it’s made up,” he states bluntly.

you slightly tilt your head, “and why do you think that?”

“well because my parents they’re-”

you’re caught off guard when the sounds of panicked yelling come to voice. “prince sunghoon? prince sunghoon!” people frantically call, you can see the silhouettes of people running around, trying to spot their beloved prince. you look over to see a just as panicked sunghoon. he quickly stands up, pulling you up too. his expression turns almost disappointed before saying,

“i have to go. it was nice talking to you y/n, i hope we meet again.” he gives you a small smile. taking your hand, and placing a soft kiss on it. he looks into your eyes after, then runs to the voices. leaving you a flustered mess.

walking back to the dressing room happily excited to tell your members about the interaction you just had, you realize why you had even been out in the garden. because you were upset, but sunghoon distracted you from that.

you smile to yourself, sunghoon was quite the distractor.

05 MEETINGS WITH SUNGHOON BECAME ORDINARY

you often found him around the place you first met, waiting in the only pink chair at the cafe. every time the bell above the door rang, his head shot up looking for your familiar face. every time it was you, his eyes crinkled, which you guessed was a smile considering his face was hidden behind a mask. you would always wave to him, setting down your stuff before ordering a drink. this became a routine for you two, you would arrive at two ten and leave at two fifty, to get back to practice on time.

after practice you (and sometimes with eunchae) would always walk to a specific bench near the river, admiring the dark city with the quiet noises of running water. arriving at eight twenty-ish every time, you would place your purse down right in the middle of the bench, so no one would sit next to you.

that may seem selfish, but it was for your safety as an idol. the park was almost always empty, with the exception of people there for the same reason as you, to admire the scenery.

you were almost dumbfounded when you noticed someone sitting at your bench, the body covered by their hood twitching every so often.

your steps slowed down, unsure of what to do. until you heard small sniffles from the body, with broken cries and sounds of snot. you weren’t the most social person you’ve met, so you don’t know why your body led you down to sit next to them, asking them “are you okay?”

the person doesn’t spare a glance at you, staring directly at their shoes instead. you study their face, realizing the person was someone you knew.

“sunghoon? what’s wrong?” you blurt out, his head whips towards yours, his panicked expression clearly gone when he looks at you with soft eyes.

he quickly remembers his state, wiping his tears as quickly as he can. “nothing,” he mumbles, knowing you’ll recognize his blatant lie.

you hesitantly place your hand on his back, softly rubbing it. he lays into you, sobs coming out of his body like a river, coming downstream. your throat tightens hearing the cries that fill the park, disturbing the few that passed by every so often.

noticing his hiccups become less and less apparent. you hesitantly ask, “do you want to talk about it?”

he nods, swallowing the lump in his throat. he chokes out, “it’s just the pressure i have on my shoulders, being the next king and all. i have no one to rely on or even ask for help. my parents are too busy fucking arguing to even give me the time of day, and it’s just so stupid they put all the kingdom’s problems on me because it’s training. when in reality it’s just them being ignorant and immature.”

you nod slightly, pulling him in a soft hug as if he’ll break if you hold any tighter. you wince at the feeling of his damp tears on your sleeve, reminding yourself that there was a more important matter.

you two hold each other in comfortable silence until sunghoon sits up and wipes his tears away. you look at him with worry to which he says, “i don’t really want to talk about it anymore if that’s ok,” he looks at you with uneasy eyes.

you give him a warm smile, “that’s fine sunghoon, do you want to talk about anything?”

“no, i don’t really have anything in mind,” he answers.

you nod trying to fill the void of silence somehow. spotting a moving figure near the waterline, you point to it, “hey there are some ducks!”

sunghoon follows your finger to find the animal you were pointing at. eyes crinkling at the sight. you watch his amused face, not realizing the smile growing on your face.

“didn’t know you were such an animal person,” you chuckle, as sunghoon rolls his eyes.

“it’s not like i see them much, ya-know being trapped in the castle and all that,” he remarks. you throw your hands up in defense, “sorry, forgot about your prince duties for a second.”

“yeah whatever,” sunghoon jokes, turning to gaze at the stars, just like at the castle.

you take this time to look at his face, looking hopefully into the sky. like he was hoping a shooting star would come. you let out a breathy smile, to which he hears turning to look at you, making eye contact.

realizing he caught your stare, you look away, your cold cheeks now growing in temperature.

sunghoon chuckles at your reaction, not realizing his reddening cheeks either. he pulls up his sleeve, glancing at his watch. you lean over, looking for the time stating 9:02.

you gasp loudly, making sunghoon whip his head up, looking at you with confusion. “what happened?” he asks.

“i have to be back by 9:15, curfew and all. i’ll see you soon, okay?” he nods, a smile present as he’s waving goodbye, watching as you take off running to get back on time.

sunghoon can’t seem to get rid of his smile after you leave, touching his upturned lips softly. he isn’t sure why his smile’s still lingering even after you left. he doesn’t smile for a while after jay or jake leaves him.

despite the chilling weather that most definitely left him shivering, he can’t get rid of the warm, fuzzy feeling inside of him. maybe he was sick, or maybe he was just prepared for the cold weather. but he knew there was a different reason. one that he wasn’t ready to admit.

06 YOU HAPPILY JOGGED BACK TO THE BUILDING

imagining your member's reactions when you tell them you had met up with sunghoon once again. you push open your dorm room at 9:12, barely making it back without getting a scolding from chaewon.

entering your shared room with eunchae, you take off your jacket, zipping it up to place it on a hanger.

“y/n! you went to the park without me!” eunchae whines from her bed, stretching out to cover it.

you laugh at her position, mentioning nonchalantly, “sorry eunchae! i saw sunghoon there though.

she dramatically gasps causing all the other members to rush in with looks of worry. “what happened?” chaewon asks, standing in the doorway.

“y/n met up with sunghoon at the park!” she exclaims. yunjin reacts first, running up to you dramatically, shaking you by your shoulders. the members exaggeratedly gasp at you, kazuha even pretends to faint.

you roll your eyes, pretending to busy yourself on your phone.

“y/n you have to tell us what happened!” chaewon hurriedly sits down on the edge of the bed, to which everyone else follows.

“nothing really happened,” you giggle, unable to stop the redness from spreading from your cheeks.

sakura pushes you softly, “oh boo, i know something happened, just tell us what!”

deciding to not mention the crying part, you mention everything else.

watching the member's reactions could honestly entertain you for days. whether it was a simple touch or action you two did together, they always had an exaggerated reaction towards it. when you mentioned how he had caught you staring at him, yunjin had dramatically fallen off the bed. hitting the carpet floor with her hand clutched repeatedly.

after you finished the story, they left as giggly as you came in. you quickly get ready to go to sleep, not wanting the exhaustion to get to you before you brush your teeth.

laying on your bed, you weren’t sure why they were so dramatic over some interactions you had with sunghoon. i mean, you were just a boy and a girl hanging out.

nothing weird about that.

okay sure, he did have really nice hair, pretty eyes, and a really gorgeous smile. and he was so sweet and funny but also comforting, and you like being around him and always wanted to be around him. but what does that have to do with-

oh.

oh.

no, it couldn’t be it, you weren’t that far in deep right?

was love what you were feeling? love for the man you had randomly met in the kingdom? love for the man you had barely met but had spent hours talking to?

yeah, maybe you did love him.

and maybe, you wanted to plant his soft lips onto yours the next time you saw him.

but he was too good for you.

like the brightest, most beautiful star in the sky, loving the dimmest, and unpleasant.

it would never work.

you sigh, pulling over the blanket over your cold body. peacefully closing your eyes.

07 CONFIDING IN SAKURA WAS ONE OF THE WORST IDEAS YOU HAD

you would think the oldest person had the best advice, but truly she was set on you doing one thing.

“confess to him!” sakura exclaims as soon as she hears the news. rolling your eyes at her idea, she lightly frowns.

“what? can’t you just tell him? i don’t get it.” she huffs, slightly lifting the hair on her face. you furrow your brows, “and risk him not liking me back?”

“okay so what if he does like you back?”

that simple question leaves you speechless, it’s not a crazy question, but as stupid as you sound, you didn’t think that would happen. nor was that a chance you would want to take.

“i don’t think he does, i mean we just met recently! he barely even knows me.” you’re shortly given a questioning look, followed by “don’t you meet like, every day?”

you sigh in defeat, “okay yeah we do, but that’s not the point! the point is that he doesn’t like me back.”

“look, he might not like you back, so why don’t you get it over with? the worst he can say is no.” her shoulders lift for a second, continuing back to focus on her phone.

“okay, no is definitely not the worst thing he could say. he could say like, “ew no you peasant! get away from me you dirty scab.” sakura dramatically sighs.

“are we talking about the same guy? the same guy who spent hours talking to you outside his own party?” you huff.

“yeah, but it’s still a possibility! you never know how royals are,” you argue. she quickly bites back, saying.

“exactly!” her eyes widened, “you don’t know how royals are, so you never know if he likes you back! which i’m sure he does.”

“okay so i confess to him, and he says no. what if our relationship changes and we can’t fix it because i made things so awkward? what would i do then?” you cry, she furrows her brows.

“you never know until you try.” she finishes, finally laying back down to go to sleep.

“fine.” you grumble, tiredly walking back to your room.

maybe you could confess to him.

you quickly throw yourself onto the bed. landing with an ‘oof’ sound on your stomach. brainstorming ideas or even just imagining scenarios. you hadn’t realized until two minutes of thinking was that everything you thought of was probably a normal occurrence for him.

picnics? you were sure he had done it many times. a restaurant? his chefs probably cook better and you’re both famous. movie date? even you didn’t want to do that idea.

giving your mind a rest, you rolled around on your bed. kicking the blanket off your sweaty feet, you grabbed your phone. opening safari.

i mean, it can’t hurt to look right? you quickly typed up the words, embarrassed at the dilemma you were in right then.

you scrolled through the websites, opening “15 best date ideas for you and your boyfriend.”

sure you weren’t at that stage, but it had to have at least one good idea.

scrolling through the options you stopped on one, thinking of what could happen then. painting together, that seems like it could be fun?

you quickly prepare yourself for the text you're about to send, staring at it for a while before actually sending it.

you

sunghoon are you busy this weekend?

sunghoon

not on saturday, but on sunday yeah.

why?

you

do you want to go painting with me 😁😁

sunghoon

sure, where?

you

yk the bench we met at like two days ago

we can meet there at 2pm ??

sunghoon

sure, see you then.

you

see youu

you slam your phone into your mattress, silently screaming to yourself imagining how the date would be. you prayed that sunghoon wasn’t some kind of artist who would laugh at the market's paint you had bought because it was such poor quality to him. sunghoon wouldn’t do that, he’s really sweet. you remember you check your calendar in the living room, writing down the date for saturday.

you scan the calendar, in three days you’ll confess.

08 YOU WEREN’T SURE YOU COULD PAINT WITH SUCH JITTERY HANDS

you had managed to get there at 1:58 seeing sunghoon there already. scanning his outfit, you found the gold details on his navy blue suit to fit him well, it was similar to the letter the palace had sent you but you didn’t want to point that out.

realizing how professional he looked, you quickly feel embarrassed at your outfit. some simple jeans with a crop top and a sweater, and a mask covering your face.

“hello y/n,” he smiles at you, helping you place your stuff down.

“hello sunghoon! here-” you hand a canvas to him, “this is for you, and you know how to paint, right?” you mentally slap yourself, of course, he knew how to paint y/n!

his eyes slightly squint in confusion as he chuckles, “of course, i know how to paint y/n, what do you wanna paint?”

you lock eyes with him, trying your best not to get flustered saying, “i don’t know yet, probably like the river in front of us. what about you?”

he looks around, suddenly smirking at the idea he must’ve had. “i’ll surprise you,”

“whatever,” you playfully roll your eyes, handing him his canvas and palette. his hands brush yours, lingering longer than they should.

you ignore it, carefully dipping the paintbrush into the water, then into a light grayish blue. you gracefully spread the paint around, trying to replicate the water to the best of your abilities. the blue slowly runs out, your paintbrush becomes dryer than your liking. so you delicately press the paintbrush into the water, swirling it around before dipping it back into the same blue color you were using.

while you’re doing that, you glance at sunghoon to see him sketching a person with a pencil. “who’s that?” you ask, he looks at you seeing you stare at his sketch.

his eyebrows furrow, “you can’t tell?”

you scan the canvas again, noticing the outfit looking very similar to yours. you squint slightly, “are you drawing me?”

he grins, “no.”

“what? that literally looks exactly like me!” you argue.

“it’s your mom.”

you sigh, rolling your eyes and turning back to your canvas, he laughs at your reaction. “i hate you so much,” you lie.

“right. you know i can get you thrown into prison right?”

“yeah you could, but you like me too much to do that.” you boldly state.

he gives you a side eye, nodding sarcastically. “whatever you want,” he says, you triumphantly continue painting, finishing the sky before starting on the river and the scenery.

you add more paint to your original color, brightening it before starting your river. making sure you get each detail.

while you’re working on your river sunghoon starts painting the background, realizing he forgot to do that.

you two continue with small talk, conversing about favorite music, events that are coming up, and even events happening recently.

you’re reminded of his birthday party, how he never finished his answer before he got pulled away by the crowd (or whoever was calling for him).

the conversation slowly dies down, sunghoon decides to start a new one before you could.

“how’s it like being an idol? like getting to do whatever you want and still be liked.”

you give him a bittersweet smile, “i don’t really get to do whatever i want, but i probably have more freedom than you do.”

sunghoon sighs, “yeah, sometimes i really hate being a prince, i wish i had more freedom like you.”

“well, i don’t have that much freedom, but i don’t really care. i just do whatever i want and hope i don’t get caught,” you chuckle, sunghoon smiles at you,

“you don’t get scared of the consequences you could get?”

“not really. if anything, i can just debut again.”

sunghoon clearly taken aback by your confidence covers it with a smirk, “are you always this confident?”

“not with you,” you blurt out, not realizing your mistake until you see his face visibly turning red. he quickly turns away, pretending to add finishing touches to the painting with nothing but water on the brush.

now you realize, its time. you quickly build up your confidence, not wanting to stay in this awkward silence any longer.

“look- i don’t know how to say this. but i like you, so much.” you can see sunghoon’s mouth slightly open, eyes widening as well. you continue, “and i know your idea of love isn’t that fond. so i hope we can still be friends after this. but please take my feelings into consideration.” you slightly smile at him.

he’s still in shock when he answers. “y/n, i don’t like you back-”

you blank for the rest of his sentence. realizing now that you should have left those words unsaid. so, so many words that should’ve been left unsaid.

he stops talking, waiting for your reaction. you aren’t sure if you feel like crying or screaming, but one thing you were sure you felt was that you wanted to get out of there.

you nod in disappointment, taking your canvas and paint with an awkward goodbye. you walk away, trying your best to ignore the slight blur in your vision.

09 “SHE WHAT?”

was the first thing jay said when he told them about the date. jake gave sunghoon a look of disbelief, and heeseung laughed at him.

“dude, we know damn well she did not say that.” heeseung smirks, stifling a laugh.

sunghoon eyebrows furrow, “what? she did say that! and i don’t know how to feel! she also isn’t answering my calls so that’s why i invited you over, not to have tea and biscuits.”

jake quietly puts his tea cup down, missing when sunghoon rolls his eyes at him.

“okay so what’s your opinion on her?” jay leans slightly forward, looking at sunghoon with an eyebrow raised.

“well-” sunghoon abruptly stops. how could he put this into words?

for one he always has a smile on around you, whether it’s a smirk or a genuine smile. either work.

two, he thinks you’re pretty, like the moon in an empty sky, or a person seeing a sunset for the first time. but that would surely get him teased, so he keeps quiet on that one.

three, he thinks you’re kind, too kind for your own good. just yesterday when you had bought all the supplies for painting when you both knew he could’ve rented out the whole park for you two, or when he offered to pay for the drinks you got for your members after the time he bumped into you, to which you declined fully knowing his economic status.

yeah, you’re kind.

sunghoon barely manages to get out, “she’s… kind?”

jake scoffs, “just kind? after all the date’s you’ve had with her, you don’t think she's funny or pretty or anything?”

yeah i think a lot of things. he thinks. deciding to also keep that to himself.

“i mean she’s pretty and funny.” sunghoon blankly states, not wanting to overshare.

“c’mon dude! i know you’re thinking some poetic shit but are too scared to say it to us. we won’t judge!” heeseung argues.

jay laughs at heeseung’s last comment, knowing full well it was a lie.

sunghoon rolls his eyes for nth time, realizing he’d have to say something anyways.

“well i think she’s pretty, but like so pretty you can’t describe it.” he thinks for a moment, trying to put it simply, “also her smile,” sunghoon lets out a breathy smile. making his friends all seem disappointed.

“it literally just sounds like you’re in love with her. your girl problems are too easy,” heeseung sighs, taking a bite of the biscuit waiting to be eaten.

“well, i’m not in love with her! i just enjoy her company.”

“i enjoy jake’s company but i don't dreamily sigh about his smile,” jay adds, to which jake winks at him.

jay gives him a disgusted look, turning to focus on sunghoon and his problem.

“okay well i don’t want to be in love with her!” he says, throwing his hands in defeat.

“why? what’s so wrong with liking a girl?” heeseung asks, his voice slightly muffled by the food he was eating.

sunghoon furrows his brows in disgust. “okay, first of all, don’t talk with food in your mouth, and second of all…” he pauses, does he really want to get that personal right now?

the answer is no.

“second of all, i don’t want to fall in love just to be disappointed in the end.”

jake sighs, “man, if you don’t want to fall in love that’s fine, but just think about the good things that could come out of it.”

sunghoon nods, taking in his words. what good things would come out of it? unrequited love? heartbreaks? being married to someone else because you’re a prince?

he didn’t think anything good would come out of it.

so sunghoon decided he didn’t love you romantically. and he never would.

010 YOU WERE STILL IGNORING HIS CALLS

every text left on delivered, every call left unanswered and sunghoon didn’t know what was wrong.

well, yes he did know what was wrong but he wasn’t sure how to fix it. his friends certainly hadn’t helped and he had no one else to ask.

so maybe he had to take matters into his own hands.

his plan was to host a ball then formally invite you to it. you couldn’t decline an invitation personally from the prince could you?

then he would just go with the flow, talk to you and apologize and become friends again. easy, right?

convincing his parents to invite you to the ball was simple. even if his mom was a little uneasy, she was delighted he wanted to personally invite someone to the ball they were hosting.

for once sunghoon left them with a smile on his face.

now all he had to do was wait. he knew it would never happen but everytime he got a notification, his face lit up. frantically checking the message for any sign of the word “y/n”. but he never found one.

all sunghoon did that week was wait for a text back. it hurted his brain honestly, all his worries were constantly flooding it. everytime he tried to focus on whatever his teacher was saying he couldn’t. not when his friendship was at stake.

he wasn’t sure why he was so worried about you, considering you were just friends. but the more he thought about it, the more confused he got.

but when the day finally came, he wasn’t as ready for it as he should’ve been.

yes he mentally prepared himself, and he made sure everything at the ball was perfect. but he forgot the most important part.

planning the apology.

sunghoon wouldn’t say he was the best at apologies. when people say that the words should come from the heart he laughs. it’s not like the heart has a mouth to speak with, he always thinks. but this time, he’s really relying on those words said by others.

but stupid phrases couldn’t help now.

so, sunghoon took a deep breath. and foot by foot, he entered the ballroom.

011 HIS FACE TURNS A WARM PINK WHEN HE SAW YOU

wearing a grayish-blue gown with sparkle lined layers towards the bottom. you had a huge smile on your face, talking to another woman.

he was so busy scanning your features he hadn’t noticed all his friends crowding around him. they all continuously teased him for the love struck look in his eyes. one that i don’t have. he thinks, ignoring the comments they had made.

he notices the look in your eyes, slowly growing less happy as you scan the beautiful lady in front of you. your smile slightly falls, but still evident in your face when she leaves. you look around, locking eyes with him. your smile falls this time, not hiding the slightly dreading facial expressions you had.

sunghoon calls you over, seeing the bright smile on your face return to meet his friends.

you happily greet each of them, each sharing a small fact about themself. you try to listen to each one, even though you’ll most likely forget it in an hour.

finally, you shake sunghoons hand. ignoring the awkward tension between you two.

jake quickly starts a conversation, saying, “y/n! you were the band that played at hoon’s birthday right? what instrument did you play?”

you nod, “yeah i play the bass! i also do some singing but i’m not the lead singer,” you chuckle. jake nods, taking a sip of whatever drink he had.

you look at sunghoon finding his eyes already latched onto yours. you look away quickly ignoring the interaction.

jay senses the tension, finding an excuse to lead his friends away from you two.

sunghoon mentally lets out a sigh of relief, realizing he had to start his apology soon.

“y/n look- can we talk about last week?”

you sigh, nodding.

“i was just thinking about it and i realized how rude i was that day, and that i’m sorry for that,” he braces himself for your reaction, a wash of relief goes over him when he sees your soft smile.

honestly, you don’t even remember what he said, but he must’ve been pretty mean.

“you don’t have to be sorry for rejecting me sunghoon, i get it. let’s just move on. okay hoon?” you tease, to which sunghoon rolls his eyes, barely keeping his smile in.

he doesn’t think anyone else can call him that anymore.

sunghoon makes eye contact with his mother, urging him to join the dance floor ever so near him.

you give a knowing look to him, dragging him to the ballroom floor.

the floor is filled with people, sunghoon leads you through the people, all moving in a unison formation. you finally find an empty spot, stopping there.

he laughs, “you remember how to dance right?”

“of course i do,” you answer, placing your right hand on his shoulder, softly holding his other hand.

he starts moving you two around, twirling you and lifting you up. you two laugh every time a small stunt comes up. but for a majority of the time, you’re just waltzing around, engaging in some small talk.

“you know i’ve always wanted to play an instrument?” sunghoon asks.

you shake your head, slightly frowning, “if you told me i could’ve started teaching you how to play bass guitar!”

he laughs at your response, taking in the atmosphere around him.

sunghoon can’t ignore the fact that your hands have gotten softer than before, or that you had some makeup on that enhanced your features, or that everytime you would mess up you would laugh it off.

sunghoon can’t help but have a smile on his face around you.

he can’t help but enjoy being with you. he can’t help but look forward to spending time together. he can’t help but find you infinitely gorgeous and perfect.

he can’t help but fall in love with you.

and this time, he accepts it.

soon the music comes to an end, but you're too busy enjoying eachothers company to acknowledge it.

he randomly says, “i’m sorry for what i’m about to do.”

sunghoon knows he’ll regret this, but he does it anyway.

he plants his lips onto yours, softly kissing you. you’re shocked at first. before you return the kiss, wrapping you arms around his neck. you pull out to take a breath, looking deeply into his dark brown eyes.

he smiles at you, and you smile back.

maybe this time sunghoon will give love a try. and maybe it’ll work out for him.

012 EXTRA

this was the fourth time sunghoon had tried to sneak you out of your schedule, everytime he tried something new but it never worked.

but this time he had a new plan.

you had just finished your stage at music bank, and still had hours to go until awards were announced.

sunghoon’s job was to distract the staff, and let you sneak out unnoticed.

he arrived at the back door, starting small talk with the staff in front of the doors.

“hey have you seen my new selfie?”

“do you like this theme for the next ball?”

“which suit should i wear?” he repeatedly asks, nudging his head as a symbol for you to go.

you, watching throw a small crack in the door, open it and take off running out from the side which was slightly out of their view. you run as fast as possible. foot after foot, step after step. ignoring the weird looks sent your way, you finally stop at a familiar tree.

a few minutes later he comes running to you, waving at you.

before you say anything he tackles you into a hug, almost knocking you over.

“someone missed me huh?” you tease, softly caressing his shoulder.

“yeah i really did,” he smiles, giving you a quick peck on the cheek.

“how’d you even distract them for that long? they always keep their eyes on the door.” you furrow your brows, worried they were chasing after you.

he smirks, keeping eye contact while putting your hair behind your ear. you quickly get flustered, dropping the subject.

sunghoon truly was quite the distractor.

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Mutuals?

pity party ₊˚ރ⊹゛p.sh

SUMMARY ! when everyone forgets sunghoon’s birthday, he ends up finding comfort from a warmhearted stranger on the bus ride home.

PAIRING ! stranger!sunghoon x gn!reader

WC ! 800

GENRE ! fluff, slight angst and comforting sad hoon :c

a/n: sorry it’s short, just a lil’ thing for our birthday boy <3

sunghoon’s eyes were getting watery, and he hated that. a lot.

his birthday isn’t a big deal, he isn’t twelve anymore; he should just be grateful for what he has, wipe away his cascading tears and man the hell up.

but as he slides onto the public bus and scans down the aisle full of exhausted college students, old drunkards, and middle aged mother’s gossiping on calls with their kids fidgeting frantically next to them, he can’t find himself caring when all their eyes lock onto his teary red face, pink bottom lip trembling as he sniffles every few seconds.

he makes his way down the column of busy seats, mindlessly plopping down onto the first free one he comes across. and at last, he reaches his hand up, wiping the salty droplets off his puffy cheeks sorrowfully.

god, he was being such a wimp.

before he could beat himself up any further, a hesitant soft voice abruptly interrupts him. “are.. are you okay?”

sunghoon whips his head to his left, brows rising at the sight of soft eyes glistening with worry and concern towards him, despite being a complete stranger.

you were attiring a puffy winter coat and a bright green scarf, one hand gripping onto the tote bag resting carefully by your chocolate shaded boots.

he gulps and wipes his face again, feeling even more humiliated with his current state. “y-yeah, thanks,” he barely voices out.

sunghoon watches in his peripheral vision as you continue to examine him, clearly having an inner debate on if you should leave the conversation at that. he almost began crying again at how cute you look in such deep thought.

you swallow, “what happened, if i may ask? ur— i mean, you don’t have to tell me obviously, but if you—“

“it’s okay,” he assures with a small smile. “it’s kinda stupid, anyway. just.. all- all my friends n’ stuff.. they forgot my birthday.” your eyes widen, heart breaking into pieces at his painful tone. “i mean, i don’t even care, seriously. i don’t know why i’m crying because it’s really not a big deal.”

it seems you could easily tell he was trying to convince himself more than you.

it’s silent for a beat, nothing but sunghoon’s faint sniffling surrounding the bus until you hesitantly reach over, placing your hand on top of his cold, shaky one. your fingers rub his knuckles, gently calming his distress with comforting glances.

sunghoon didn’t realise how touch starved he was; throat getting clogged as he bites his lip to prevent letting out another pitiful sob, watching the way your touches feather him as if he were a fragile vase.

suddenly, you speak up again rather confidently. “can i give you my number?”

he chokes, looking back up with widened eyes. “w-what?”

“so we can make a plan for tomorrow,” you explain. “for your birthday.”

you, a complete stranger that had just met him on probably one of the worst days of his life, wanted to celebrate his birthday with him? tomorrow?

before he can stop to think, he’s already pulled his phone out, dropping it into your grasp mindlessly as you begin making a new contact. sunghoon peers closely as you type in your name with a bus and crying emoji next to it, letting out a chuckle of disbelief.

at the sound of laughter you look up, grinning proudly once you finally see his fanged smile. “you’re going to have the best birthday ever tomorrow…?” you look at him in question.

“sunghoon.”

“well sunghoon, i’m a master at baking cakes, specifically birthday cakes with chocolate fudge,” you declare, wiggling your eyebrows playfully.

sunghoon doesn’t even like chocolate.

but at that moment he decides it’ll be his new favourite flavour in the world.

as he opens his mouth to reply and show his gratitude, the bus driver boisterously announces the next stop.

“shit,” you mutter, frantically standing up from your seat. “i’m so sorry, i wish i could’ve stayed with you longer, but this is my stop.” your face reflected genuine affliction; not wanting the poor boy to be alone just as he was for the rest of his special day.

sunghoon shakes his head, “no, no it’s fine. you- you already made me feel way better.”

your face brightens a bit, nodding as you achingly wave goodbye. “see you tomorrow.” you turn away, walking right to the front of the bus, tote bag hanging on your shoulder and wooly green scarf still tightly around your neck.

it felt like a last goodbye, like everything was in slow motion watching you leave him, even though he’d be seeing you tomorrow.

but right before you descend down the stairs, you gasp, turning around and making the other passengers frown in annoyance as you block their way.

“hey sunghoon!” you shout across the bus without a care in the world.

the boy in question gawks as you stare him down, eyes shimmering and a fond smile rushing to your chapped lips. “happy birthday!”

sunghoon’s eyes get watery again, but he hates it a bit less this time.

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polar opposites? — huening kai

synopsis: you were known to be ‘cold hearted’ and never enjoyed socializing with others. your classmate, huening kai, was the complete opposite; he was more extroverted, knew almost everyone in school, and was open-minded. when your worlds collide, it’s not something you both expected. getting off on the wrong foot only caused another issue for the two of you; being seatmates would be awkward, until it wasn’t.

pairing: classmate!hyuka x gn!reader (i believe)

note: started this a few days ago and Finally finished it so enjoy!! first hyuka work on this acc taehyun will be next trust 🤞

warnings: (most likely) mentions of food, kai is an ass at the start, lmk if i missed anything else! wordcount: 2521 (LOL) words

Huening Kai, your English classmate, was an oddball. You never understood how he was able to socialize with hundreds of people and never get tired after one simple and short conversation. Unlike you, who didn’t bother to add input into the conversation, he was much more different.

You always wondered if he ever got tired of having those many friends, talking to many people, and even having to contribute to his multiple friend groups. But you also wondered if that was just you. Nobody ever approached you because of your bitter personality. It’s not like you wanted to be that way, it just so happened to come out in a less affectionate and more cold-like way.

The countless times you could’ve made a friend but avoided the chance because you didn’t want to experience all those issues and drama between friends. The thought of having a friend never really phased you in the first place, it only sounded like a lot of work. Plus, you enjoyed being alone most of the time. It was more convenient and you were able to get more things done.

Yet, Huening Kai’s abilities still made you curious as to how he’s able to put up with it all. 

Your desk was tidy and organized; your pencil case was unzipped halfway, and unused notebooks were stacked and pushed to the side, which created space for you to place your opened notebook and continue studying your notes. As mentioned before, you preferred being alone because it was more convenient. It also explained your good grades and why you were never distracted or bothered when class was in session.

You enjoyed it a lot. But there was also a certain group of boys who ruined your peacetime and quiet atmosphere. The group of boys consisted of Yang Jungwon, Kang Taehyun, Sim Jake, Park Jisung, and most importantly, Huening Kai.

It’s shocking that you knew all their names due to you never speaking to them, but every day you’d hear their names being tossed around in their conversations, and it was easy to pick up on them. Not that you were an eavesdropper, it’s just they were very loud. It was like they wanted the whole world to hear their conversations and understand every single word they said, which did happen to you. Sometimes, you wanted to tell them to stop talking so loud but other times you didn’t have the guts to do so.

“Hey. Hey! Watch it,” one of the boys exclaimed. You weren’t able to pinpoint who the voice belonged to in time before a body came crashing into your desk. You flinched at the sudden sound and appearance as you watched your pencil case and notebooks fall to the ground followed by another loud noise. 

“Hey, Hyuka! Are you good?” The footsteps of the many boys headed Huening Kai’s way. Your only worry was if your pencil case was okay or not because you didn’t have the time to go back to the stationary store to get new supplies in the first place. So, if something was broken it would definitely ruin your mood. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” He rose from your desk while dusting himself off. One step down to the ground only resulted in a big crack. And that one crack made your heart sink and the boys’ eyes widen. “That wasn’t your foot, right? Ugh, I’m sorry! I didn’t think if I pushed you it would make you fall that far.” Jungwon apologized, expecting Huening Kai to burst into flames of anger but instead he patted his shoulder with a smile. 

“Don’t worry too much about it. It wasn’t my foot either! Actually, it was something else…” They all looked down as he raised his foot revealing the pencil case that sat flattened underneath it. “Yikes,” he muttered. “Oh well,” Jake said as they all began to walk away.

Did they really think that was okay? First, they bump into your desk, knocking every single thing off of it besides the notebook you wrote in, and most likely broke everything in it. You were not letting that go.

“Hey,” you called out. Huening Kai turned around to face you as the boys did the same. “Oh, is that yours? My bad, my bad,” he apologized while jogging back to the pencil case that laid on the floor. He picked it up, placed it on your desk, and walked away again. “Hello? You literally broke almost everything in my pencil case!” You exclaimed while searching through it. That was a lie. He only broke about two to four things that were still valuable to you. “Oh, that’s what that was..” Taehyun mumbled. 

“When will you guys learn to not cause a ruckus when the teachers are not here? Especially you, Huening Kai, you cause the most and allow yourself to be pushed around by those boys! You see, if you didn’t allow Jungwon to do that, you and my pencil case would’ve been fine! You’re all so annoying,” you zipped up your pencil case out of frustration, pausing mid-way.

Did you take it too far? You didn’t mean to attack him individually, all the words flew out of your mouth nonstop. Maybe you held them in for too long.

“Wai—”

“Well, if that’s what you think of me. Then I don’t bother changing it. See, I’m sorry about your pencil case and ‘disturbing your studies’ but keep in mind this is also a classroom, and we’re all students in it. You’re not a teacher, the class president, and nobody else but you have a problem with us. We never even spoke to you, ever. I don’t get why you have a so-called grudge against me but as I said before, I don’t bother changing my ‘bad’ behavior just for you.” He scoffed while looking you up and down. Gasping erupted from around the six of you as regret took over your body. “Let’s go get a snack. Clearly, somebody doesn’t want us here.” He rolled his eyes as he looked away and led the boys out of the classroom.

Yikes, that wasn’t supposed to be the outcome. 

—

Thinking back to the scene previously, it showed you weren’t good with wording your words or controlling your anger. Maybe your words came off harsh, but like said before, it was never your intention. Of course, you wanted to apologize, but another issue of yours was apologies. You were never the best at them. It only seemed like a waste of time. 

Plus, he was also in the wrong. Even if you apologized, the whole issue wouldn’t be cleared until he apologized for his mistake too.

“Hey,” Taehyun said while pointing his spoon at Huening Kai. “Don’t you feel bad for stepping on Y/n’s pencil case earlier?” He questioned, alerting the boy who sat in front of him. “Of course, I do. That still doesn’t give them the right to say all those things. I get they were frustrated but couldn’t they have been less harsh?” He said while picking at his own lunch. “I guess you have a point.” Taehyun went back to eating. 

“I can’t believe we’re starting the second term tomorrow. It’s been too fast.” Jisung said while biting his sandwich. “That means midterms are soon, oh no. I didn’t study for them.” Jisung panicked, causing the boy’s around him to laugh. “You’ll be fine, I’m sure of it.” Huening Kai reassured. “Uh, doesn’t that also mean our seating plan will change? Mr. Oh always does this when a new term starts,” Jake said in realization. 

“It was nice sitting with you, Hyuka.” Jake placed a hand on his shoulder but Huening Kai shrugged it off. “I’m sure they won’t be that bad, right? Our whole class is friends with each other, it should be a peaceful arrangement this time.” Huening Kai smiled. “You’re right. We’re all friends thanks to you, Mr. Extrovert,” Taehyun teased as Huening Kai let out a small chuckle. 

“Let’s hope we’re together this time, Hyuka! I need answers,” Jisung whispered the last bit, earning a nudge to the leg from Huening Kai. “Pass on your own, dork.” He said as Jisung playfully rolled his eyes. 

The bell went, signaling that lunch was over. They all brought their trays to the front, discarding the leftovers, and heading to class. 

Finding out their new seatmates was pretty suspenseful.

—

New day, new term. New term, new seatings. New seatings, new problems. 

You scanned the names written on the chalkboard with your eyes that read; Jaemin and Sieun, Chaeyoung and Lia, Jisung and Taehyun, Huening Kai and Y/n, Chan and Beomg—

You paused, rereading the previous pair. 

Huening Kai and Y/n. 

“You have got to be kidding me,” you muttered. You never thought your situation could get any worse. Yeah, you were still mad at him and all but you also felt terribly sorry for the words you said to him the other day. 

You searched for the arranged desks you would sit at alongside Huening Kai for the rest of the semester. “Desk 18-19,” you said. “Seems like I’m stuck with you for the rest of this semester, great.” A voice behind you said in an annoyed tone. Huening Kai passed by you; headphones hanging from his neck, backpack slouched over one arm, and his brown strands fluffy with slight curls. 

“Not like I wanted to be your seatmate in the first place,” you mumbled, mirroring the annoyed tone he used. He rolled his eyes at your impersonation and took a seat on the right. He placed his backpack slumped on the leg of the table as you took a seat beside him. 

The gap between your arms was huge. You were both practically sitting on the edge of your chairs, trying not to touch each other as much as possible. 

“Huening Kai, Y/n… You two can move in more, you know?” Your teacher said, embarrassing both of you. “Ah, right.” You muttered in realization and waited for him to move in. All he did was stare at you instead, waiting for you to move in first. You rolled your eyes and brought your chair closer to the middle of the desk as he followed through.

“Moving on, I’m pretty sure everyone already knows each other, if not then figure that out during your free time! Today we will be starting with the basics of English.” Everyone booed at her words as you sighed, plugging in an earbud. If this was how it’ll be the whole class, blocking out sound from one ear wouldn’t be that bad. 

You searched on Spotify for your main playlist, playing ‘Salty by The Boyz’. You placed your phone down as the screen lit up from the impact. You held back a grin at the comfort of the subtle beats the current song played. The lyrics of the song silenced your teacher’s voice even at its low volume. 

Huening Kai‌ didn’t mean to be a nosy person. Your phone screen lit up, catching his attention. He forced himself to look away, not wanting to invade your privacy, but a familiar album cover caught his eye.

“Salty by The Boyz…” He whispered as you looked at him with confused eyes. “What?” You whispered back, startling him. “Huh? Oh, nothing.” He responded blatantly and looked away. 

Out of all things, he was quite weird. You swore you heard him whisper something — specifically the song you were currently listening to. Huening Kai fidgeted around with his mechanical pencil while his mind overflowed with thoughts. 

Were you also interested in The Boyz? If so, what was your favorite song? Who was your bias? Did you enjoy any other groups? 

All the questions he wanted answers to were now plastered on the piece of paper he folded. He slid the now folded piece of paper to your side of the shared seating and went back to listening to your teacher speak. You looked up from your notebook, taking a break from writing notes only to see a folded piece of paper in your way. 

“Really? We sit right beside each other, there’s no point in passing notes.” You said, coldly. Huening Kai acted as if he didn’t hear a word you said and continued writing notes on the lesson. You sighed in response while unfolding the item in your hands.

‘Hey, I saw you listening to Salty by The Boyz… I was just wondering if you were also interested in The Boyz!’ It read. Your eyes read over the question, emphasizing the word also. You were shocked that he knew who they were in the first place. 

You wrote back a quick and short response — the word yes — and slid the note back to him. A smile crept onto his face after reading the word he wanted to hear. “Who’s your bias?” He whispered as he lowered himself to your level. You looked up at the sudden voice near your ear and were met with Huening Kai’s face pretty close to yours. 

“Oh, my bad.” He said while backing away as you cleared your throat. “It’s Juyeon,” your voice came out quieter than usual as you mentally scolded yourself for being taken aback by his previous action. “Juyeon? That’s cool! Mine are Eric and Chanhee.” He smiled, causing your heart to flutter. 

You were supposed to be hating him! He broke basically everything in your pencil case. But instead, here you were bonding with him over who your favorite member in The Boyz was… Crazy way to get along.

“I know this is a little off-topic but, sorry for yesterday’s incident. I was a little frustrated, but that still wasn’t nice of me to say those mean things to you.” You apologized before the chance was too late. He stared at you blankly as regret overtook your body. 

Was it the wrong timing or did he not know what you were talking about? 

“Sorry, I didn’t expect that. For your pencil case, I genuinely thought it was lying there even before I crashed into your desk, here, I’ll buy you a new set of pens at the store next door during lunch. It won’t be much but hopefully, it repays whatever I bro–”

“Huening Kai and Y/n! Could you please stop talking during my lesson? I’ve been holding off on saying this for the past 15 minutes but now it’s really starting to irritate me.” Your teacher’s voice startled both of you as you apologized. 

“So?” He whispered more quietly this time while your teacher returned to her lesson. You held back a smile and nodded in agreement, imprinting a smile onto Huening Kai’s face. “Great,” he said while returning to his notes as you did the same. 

Maybe seating plans aren’t as bad. They can ruin relationships with others, help build new ones, or even restore a terrible first impression. Clearly, that’s what happened between you and Huening Kai. Let’s just say, you were thankful for this seat. If it meant you’d have a new friend to boast about The Boyz with, you’ll take it. 

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all for the sake of throne — psh (m)

pairing: king!sunghoon x queen!reader

genre: explicit, royalty au, marriage au, not minor friendly

synopsis: as a king, sunghoon was perfect. He was intelligent, kind, confident — basically everything a woman would want, not to mention how great he was in bed as the cherry on top. But why did his wife seemed to disagree? Did she really hate him or was it all an act? Sunghoon didn’t know, but he was for sure sick of hiding his feelings.

warnings: dom!king hoon, he’s a little annoying but in a hot way, lovers in denial, hint of e2l, small plot, bathtub s*x, unprotected s*x, mentions of kitchen s*x, cute love confession at the end, this is mostly cute imo

word count: 2.7k

note: this is practically my version of the even days on Queen Charlotte, enjoy 🫰🏼

Let’s get over with it, you thought to yourself, standing before the glorious gates of the king’s room as you pushed them open, walking inside with a confidence that was half fake. 

You did not like doing this, not one bit, yet you weren’t given the luxury of making your own decisions. 

After all you had one task — birthing a new heir for the throne, it couldn’t be that hard now could it? 

However it was, it really was hard with a person like him — with a person who’s not only a know it all but also as stubborn as a goat. 

Gosh, he was so annoying with his stupidly handsome face and no, you did not care if it was a treason to call him that. 

But the hardest part wasn’t the fact that you had to perform the “marital act” with him every other day on even days of the week, it was the fact that you had to hide that you actually liked it and that you were not being pretentious. 

Why the hiding, you wonder? Because he was a jerk, a great king for his nation, true, but a trashy husband to you. And if you were supposed to age together, he had to improve, whether he liked it or not. 

Which was why you were determined to get on his nerves just as much as he did to yours, thinking that it could make him question his perfect self, maybe for the sake of his marriage. 

And well, given that he also was tired of hiding his feelings for you, that sly plan of yours seemed to have hope. 

“We’re supposed to spend the night together.” You said as you stood before the bathtub that Sunghoon, who happened to be the mentioned king and husband, was bathing in, “It’s an even day today.” 

Oh yeah, right, even day, he thought as he eyed you up and down, lips curling up to a smug smirk which dictated the fact that he liked your nightgown. 

You looked astonishing, just like how you always did. 

It was really a shame that he won’t be telling you that though, since you were treating him as if he was your enemy ever since your first morning together, making him wonder what he did so wrong. 

I mean, you were newly wedded, both of you had given consent for this marriage so what was the issue? Why were you so mean to him? 

He honestly didn’t have a clue, but it was true that his patience was running out thanks to you, and your cute little grumpy face. 

“Leave us.” He ordered at the young man, his servant, who was standing by the door. 

As the young man followed his command, you slipped out of your slippers, trying to untie the knot above the tiny buttons of your gown to take it off of you, but failing miserably despite your continuous attempts. 

“Just get in.” Sunghoon bluntly spoke, eyes looking somewhat amused as he laid in the tub clothless, his muscular body full on display before you. 

Yes he was unbearable as a person, but let’s be honest, he was hot as hell — maybe even hotter thanks to his cockiness. 

Without rejecting, you did as you were told, stepping inside the warm water, letting it wet the long skirt of your gown as you kneeled in between his legs. 

He didn’t resist your touch once you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer, lips resting merely an inch away from each other as you both sighed with expectation. 

He was the one that closed the unnecessary gap, pushing his plump lips that you secretly really liked kissing on yours. 

You leaned over as you kissed him back, placing your legs on both sides of his thighs, letting him pull you on his manhood with the grasp he had on your waist. 

He was eager, so eager, and why did you enjoy that? 

It felt like you were both in a rush to feel each other, almost as if you were doing this out of love and not because you were forced by the elders, aka his mom and her useless council of lords. 

Well, calling this love would be bold but one thing was for sure, and it was that no power in the world could force either of you into doing something you didn’t like. 

So yeah, despite the fact that none of you admit it, the even days of the week were for sure your favorite. 

The way you both hissed once his tip brushed over your entrance was a living proof of that as you broke the kiss for a brief second, wanting to take a look at his handsome face. 

He was frowning, biting his lips as you sank down on him, taking him more and more gradually until there was nothing left outside. 

Ugh that feeling — the feeling of him filling you up to the max, it was freaking perfect. 

His hands were now roaming on your body, caressing your back and playıng with your breasts over the thin fabric that weighed on you. 

He groaned once you started to rock your hips on his, digging his nails into your skin almost as if he was trying to leave a mark behind. 

The way you squeezed him tightly with your warmth was one thing, he was in love with it, true, but what drove him insane was the look on your face — the look of pure pleasure as you began to ride him, mouth gaping open to leave the most beautiful whimpers he has ever heard. 

Ugh seriously, how dare you could be so attractive when you were so rebellious? He couldn’t stand that, you know? 

You truly deserved a punishment for that, queen or not. 

Placing both hands on your hips, he led you into a faster pace, all the while sneakily making his way back to your lips, enclosing them with his needy ones. 

God he hated you, he hated to feel so needy for you, he hated the fact that he was burning for you while you treated him like shit, causing him to go mad all alone with the thoughts of you spiraling inside his mind. 

But he loved you, he loved you so much that he was enduring it for you, pretending to be okay with it all — pretending to be only doing this for the sake of the throne. 

Whereas he didn’t even care for an heir, not a single bit, no, he was just lying to not give you the upper hand. 

Because how could he just confess his wild love for you when you were complaining about how bothering it was to have him breathing in the rooms of your palace just the other day? 

Yeah, it was true that you made up for yourself after that with how you let him fuck you on the dinner table but let’s be honest, it was still really rude, even for you. 

He couldn’t just forget about that, could he? 

But honestly, he sort of really wanted to, especially when all he cared about was the way you made him feel every time he touched you, every time he made you his and every time he filled you up with his seeds — just like how he was about to do right now. 

“Close,” you mumbled, arching your back as you let your head fall behind, your lips separating from his to expose more of your gorgeous neck for him, “I'm close, do not slow down.” 

He scoffed, speechless at the audacity you had then again. You were giving orders to the king himself without a single care in the world, surely you were a mad woman, maybe as mad as him even. 

Or maybe you were his perfect match, just like his servant pointed out the other day. 

Giving a light squeeze to your buttocks, he trailed his hands on your body, reaching to your neck to wrap his hands around it. He didn’t forget to fondle your tıts on his way there, loving the way they were perfectly fitting in his palms. 

After his long fingers were placed tightly around your throat, he pulled you down, speaking against your lips before he kissed them, “You can be a lady for once and ask for it kindly, you know,” he whispered, sarcastic with his tone, “it won’t kill you, I promise.” 

“Please,” you replied, which was enough to surprise him as he froze in his spot, suddenly gulping down was an unmanageable task at the sound of your whiny request, “just don’t slow down, please.” 

Shaking his head, he tried to break the spell you just unknowingly casted on him, “See,” he cleared his throat, pretending his best to seem unbothered, “it was not that hard now, was it my queen?”  

“It was, actually,” you disagreed, pecking his lips with a shit eating grin on your face, “my heart almost stopped as I was saying the p word, my king.” 

He giggled, biting his lips as he moved closer to give you a proper kiss, his tongue melting on yours once he poked it inside your mouth.

Although the conversation between you could be called cute, his thrusts and his kisses couldn't be included in the same category. 

Guess he isn’t such a gentleman when it comes to making love, you thought, secretly enjoying this side of him. 

And by the passing second, he only became more and more aggressive, the pressure in between your legs increasing a crazy amount with every push of his hips. 

“Sunghoon ..” you called out for him in between sloppy kisses, struggling to keep yourself on your knees with the way they trembled. 

“I know, do not worry,” he whispered, feeling the same way as you, desperately craving his high, almost like a teen boy, “I won’t stop until you’re there, I promise.” 

And oh dear God, the list of things that he could sacrifice over the way you kissed him right now, it had no limit. 

This was the first time he’s seen you being so needy, so passionate and so defenseless with him that he couldn’t help but to wonder if the whole “I hate your existence” thing that you got going on with him was fake. 

Perhaps you were pretending just like him, but what for?

Now that he thought about it, maybe he hasn’t been a good husband to you and maybe — that was the reason behind your small riots. 

If that was the case, then there was hope for your marriage, which without a doubt was all he asked for.

For sure you had your reasons to be beefing with him, I mean he had many faults towards you — like leaving you all alone at the first night of your marriage just so he could ‘observe the stars’ in his private observatory, but in the bigger picture it really was not his fault either. 

He was raised to be a king, to be perfect, to be a scientist, to be a role model — not to be a husband unfortunately, and that hasn’t been a problem until after you’ve arrived.

Don’t get him wrong, he wasn’t complaining, it was just that your existence near him changed more than he thought. 

First of all it changed him and it really was harder than you could guess to adjust.

Just a few days back he was a young boy who did not care for anything else besides the planet Venus, yet today the only thing that he was thinking about was you, and what he could do to impress you, in hopes of making you hate him less.  

So to put it shortly, he just needed some time to make everything perfect, that was all. 

It was your pretty voice what pulled him out of his trans as you were calling for the name of god after his. Your body was collapsed on his, your arms wrapped around his neck while you were panting against his ear, putting your last drop of energy to your legs in order to be able to keep on bouncing upon him. 

“Shhh, you’re alright,” he whispered as he hugged your waist, taking some weight off your tired knees as he helped you with your movements using his strong arms, leading you up and down repeatedly, “I’ve got you y/n, it’s alright.” 

“I’m … I-I think I’m …” 

“Do it.” he cut your words, lips landing endless kisses on your neck as his grip tightened. His face was buried on your skin while he was trying to focus on his nearing high, hoping to arrange it at the same time with yours. 

And he was successful with it, the seeds of your future generation spilling from his thick shaft into you, filling you up all good like your previous times.

Neither of you were quiet with your climaxes as you both groaned and sighed, hands all over each other, desperately searching for a space to hold on. 

“Are you well?” he managed to utter after a while later, all breathless as he rested his face on your shoulders. You seemed just as exhausted as him, he could tell it from the way your heart was beating. 

Yes, it was so loud that he could hear it, wasn’t that so cute?

“Mhm, I’m .. uhh .. fine.” you replied, forcing out your words with your half closed eyes, trying to remove yourself from where you were sitting on top of Sunghoon with your weak arms. “I should leave you .. um, good night.”

Now that you were done with each other, it was time that you left, right? I mean, It wasn’t like you had any good reasons to stay anyway. 

Well, it looked like Sunghoon did not agree with you, not in the slightest bit. 

“Wait — ” he stopped you, raising his head from where it was resting on your chest to look you in the eyes. And your eyes, lord, they were so beautiful. “Don’t leave tonight, just stay,” he said, using his kindest tone, “please, y/n, I’m asking you.”

“But — ”

“No buts,” he shushed you, caressing your lips with his thumb as he pressed it on them, “enough with this cold war between us, let us put an end to it already, yeah?” 

You were left tongue-tied at his sudden offer, fluttering your lashes a few times as you observed his face. He was serious — sincere even, you could sense it with your heart, which was a first.

Were you surprised? hell yes, but this was a good thing. 

He was trying to show that he was willing to take the first step for you and needless to say, it was as impressive as it was cute. He was probably freaking out on the inside, hoping miserably for you to take a step towards him as well, so that the unbearable gap between you two would vanish. 

Clearing your throat, “Yeah,” you hummed, nodding your head,  “I’d love that.” 

“And no more even days or odd days,” he added, wrapping his arms around you even stronger, wanting to give you no space in case you tried to run away, “we shall have all of our days like this, together.”

Failing to stop your curiosity from getting the best of you, “But why now?” you asked. 

I mean this was sweet and all, like who wouldn’t want peace with their husband but, what happened out of nowhere? You wanted to know, you had to know so you repeated yourself,  “Why the change now?” 

“Because I want my wife every day of the week, regardless of the date,” he answered, his eyes never leaving yours as they burned a hole through your soul, “I love her too much to let another day go to waste without her near me, that’s why.”

Wait, did you hear that right? Did he just tell you that he — ohmygod, did he just confess?

“Y-you … you love me?” 

“I’m crazy about you, my queen,” he approved, a beautiful smile spreading all over on his handsome face as he leaned in to steal your breath with his lips once again before he whispered, 

“I’m as crazy as a mad dog for you, if only you could see.”

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why is my doctor flirting with me

are you mine? – lee heeseung

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pairing: academic rival/secret best friend heeseung x afab reader (feat nct best friend sungchan)

genre: angst, more so suggestive than smuttish, but does have a start of a smut scene at the end (mdni)

plot: heeseung loved to taunt you every day, reminding you he was better than you. little did you know, that was just his pathetic way of trying to win you over

warnings: heeseung was an idiot and did childish things to 'flirt', heeseung kind of cornered reader into dating him but it was also consensual, swearing, start of a smut scene but i cut it off oops.

wc: 2543

Lee Heeseung walked the halls of the campus like he owned the whole fucking world, and you hated it with a burning passion.

You hated him with a burning passion.

His face was dumb, his smiles were dumb, his soft yet cheerful greetings were dumb, his lingering hands on your arm when he called for your attention was dumb.

You just wanted to punch him in the face sometimes.

Sure, he was hot—insanely so. He was smart, athletic, good at everything he did. But he wasn’t the king of the world or anything—though he sure liked to act like he was.

His follower count on social media baffled you, you refused to become one of the numbers that stalked his every post and commented thirst all over his photos. You refused to join the crowd.

That didn’t mean you didn’t secretly ogle his photos.

And sometimes, he even shared a lowkey photo of you claiming he was in mad love. You thought he was just using you to get the women in his DMs to back off, but little did you know…

Ever since you were a kid, you were always second place next to Heeseung. He followed you everywhere, just to taunt you and rub that simple fact into your face. Anyone would think he was following you because he was beyond whipped over you, but the whispers he shared into your ears were often taunts of you not being good enough to beat him, not good enough to ever be on top of him, not secret sweet confessions like everyone thought.

You weren’t the only enemy Lee Heeseung had.

Everyone knew there was another student that was second in town, Sungchan. He always pushed you down to third place, but you were okay with the fact it was him. Sungchan didn’t make you feel angry butterflies. His smile calmed you, and he often made you laugh instead of feel fury.

Despite going to sister schools and not sharing any classes growing up, you had become friends with Sungchan through some after school classes you both attended. Dare you say it, he was your best friend.

When all three of you began university, you were beyond happy to be in all the same classes as Sungchan. It just sucked that Heeseung was also in your classes. At least he left you alone.

Sungchan had become more like a brother figure, a best friend, compare to the crush you expected it to turn out to be. When you were a kid, you expected to fall madly in love with Sungchan and you would get your happy ever after with him. But that was far from the case.

You both enjoyed being with one another, but there was no semblance of romance in sight. That, and the fact Sungchan had been in love and dating the same girl from the age of 13.

Sungchan walked you out of class and pulled you aside, chewing at his bottom lip with anxiety. “I think I’m really going to do it, I’m going to propose to her.”

“While I think you’re still way too young to be getting married,” You began, having been through this conversation many times in recent months. You turned around, landing your back against the wall as you watched Sungchan’s reactions. “You’ve been together for so long and it’s clear you’re each other’s soulmates. I wish you all my luck.”

Sungchan’s anxious frown turned into a wide smile, his eyes even glossing over. He jumped in his spot and took a breath to try and clear the fog in his brain. “You’re my number one hype man, and I couldn’t ask for a better friend,” Sungchan complimented you.

You grabbed his cheeks with your hand and pulled his head down a little too aggressive. You pressed a kiss to his forehead, then tapped his cheek with your fingers. “Go get yourself that wife,” You joked with a wide smile.

Sungchan turned and almost ran down the hallway, tripping on the way. You couldn’t help but feel a flutter in your chest. He was so happy, and that made you happy. You silently made a reminder to text him later that night for all the details before you pushed yourself off the wall and turned, only to come face-to-chest with an unknown person.

“Oh, sorry-“ You began, but your happiness dimmed as you looked up at Heeseung. You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. “How long have you been standing here for?”

“Long enough to see you making fuck me eyes at Sungchan,” He muttered, sounding a little jealous almost. You rolled your eyes, but pushed the angry butterflies in your stomach aside. You felt butterflies for this man only, and it made you hate him more.

“I was not making fuck me eyes at him, thank you very much. Not that it’s any of your business,” You snapped. As you looked up at him, your chin almost rested on his chest. You craved to hold him closer, but you knew you had no right to touch him.

“Of course it’s my business, you’re my fucking girlfriend,” Heeseung snapped, causing your eyes to go wide and your mouth to fall open.

“Um, since when?” You asked. Heeseung looked enraged by your response, his hand grabbing your cheeks just as you had done to Sungchan.

“What do you mean ‘since when’? Since we were kids, maybe. You were always at my house and we spent all of our time together, and you’re only now telling me you were never my girlfriend?”

You couldn’t held but laugh, only causing Heeseung’s eyes to turn into a cold stare as his hand gripped your cheeks tighter, pushing your lips out at the action. “That doesn’t mean we were dating, you know.”

‘Oh yeah? Then why did you sleep over almost every weekend and hug me in your sleep? Why did we go on almost weekly dates?” Heeseung defended the relationship you didn’t even know you was in.

“Dates? Wait, you think us going to the library to study was us going on dates? Come on man, do better. If you’re in love with me then just admit it,” You joked, your hands coming to hold his wrist but you made no effort to push his hand away.

“I’m madly in fucking love with you,” He stated, his voice a little too calm in contrast to the butterflies rumbling in your stomach, trying to get out.

“Excuse me?” You asked, your tone sounded a little too snappy and angry, the opposite of what you intended.

“Enough of your attitude,” Heeseung whispered before he pulled your face to his, his lips pressing against yours gently. Your eyes widened at first, but then your hands let go of his wrist to wrap around his neck to kiss him back.

Heeseung smiled against your lips at the action and turned his head to check his watch before he mumbled, “I’m meant to be in gym right now.”

“Well how about your kind of girlfriend follows you and watches your basketball training for once, yeah?” You asked, Heeseung nodding his head a little too enthusiastically. You didn’t know why you just decided to hop right into the role of his girlfriend from seemingly hating him, but a part of you burned for him. His existence in your life was daily, and you couldn’t bare the idea of parting.

Heeseung let go of your cheeks and laced his hand down, his fingers tangling between yours before he said nothing further and walked with you to the downstairs gym. He had his own little plan, knowing no one would be there for some hours. He thought he was ingenious.

Heeseung had always seen you as his girlfriend. He fell in love with you at first sight as a kid, sharing his paints with you and trying to help you hold your paintbrush at a better angle. He took on most of the project when you were paired up in class, not even asking you to do any work. He walked you home almost every day. He looked at the crowd of his every basketball match, only to feel sadness when he didn’t find your face cheering him on.

He personally thought you were a shit girlfriend, but he loved you with ever fibre of his being so he couldn’t just let you go. He even bragged to the whole world about you, that was why he shared your semi-photos of social media. His friends even deemed you a bad girlfriend, but he still defended your every action.

Heeseung reached the door to lead to the locker room and turned to you with a wide smile. You went to pull your hand away so he could go inside, but instead you let out a gasp when he pulled you in, then into a private changing room. He locked the door behind him, pushing you to sit on the bench.

You looked at him with wide and surprised eyes, watching as he slipped his bag from his shoulder onto the floor by the door. He looked to the right and smirked. “I’m going to have a quick shower since I was working out this morning. I want you to sit front row so it’s easier to wait here so I can show you the quick way to the best seats, yeah?”

You laughed, leaning your head back against the wall. “Wow, you demand I’m your girlfriend and try to fuck me all in the same day.” You caught onto his plot quite quick, but you made no effort to leave. If you wanted to, he would have gladly just saved seeing you for later.

Heeseung rolled his eyes and crouched in front of you, his hands resting on your thighs for support. “It’s not my fault you forgot we were dating.”

“You never asked me,” You snapped, lifting your head to stare into his eyes. The way he raised an eyebrow made the butterflies fight once again. Your hands came to the sides of his jaw, holding his face in your hands. You felt drunk just from his looks.

“Of course I did, and you said ‘yeah, sure,’ so you’re all mine and I would appreciate it if you’d stop flirting with Sungchan,” Heeseung stated, his hands moving their way up your thighs to your hips, his touch gentle but behind his eyes, there was a dark look.

You couldn’t remember the day as you were so lost reading on your phone, how did he expect you to remember? He remembered the feeling of his skin becoming hot and his hands sweaty when he asked. The memory was engraved in his brain for the rest of time.

“Sungchan is literally about to go propose to his girlfriend so I can assure you, I do not flirt with him,” You stated, shaking Heeseung’s face in your hands.

Heeseung smiles wide and then pouted his lips. His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you to the edge of the bench so your lips could meet his again. At first the kiss was gently, but Heeseung soon became needy and began to use his tongue and teeth into the kiss, nipping at your bottom lip to try and heat up the make out session.

You weren’t sure how to react, your brain hazy. You hated him, but you also really, really liked him. He was perfect in every way, despite the daily taunts of him being better than you. You didn’t know that was just his lame way of flirt, and made a reminder to show your boyfriend how to really flirt with a girl when you weren’t so needy to be against one another’s bare skin.

Your hands moved from his jaw back to lock around his neck, pulling him as close as possible. Heeseung smiled against your lips before one of his hands wrapped around your waist, then he grabbed the zip of your pants and he pulled it down. The action caused your pants to fall down a bit, you gasping against his lips. “What are you doing?”

Heeseung laughed and pulled back to rest his forehead against yours. “Sorry, I got a little too caught up. I just want to touch you and make everyone know you’re mine. Mark up the pretty skin on your neck, make you scream my name…”

Heeseung’s words drifted off as he became lost in his own perverted thoughts. Your cheeks became hot and you used one hand to fan at your face and neck, trying not to turn into a fit of nervous giggles.

You laughed and pulled back from him. Heeseung expected you to reject his offer, but God, he had no idea how much you had been dreaming of touching him beyond his face and arms. The parts of you that hated, really only hated that you thought he didn’t care about you. When you found out the truth, of course your whole body became crazed.

You grabbed the edge of your jumper and pulled it off, revealing you were wearing no undershirt or bra. Heeseung’s eyes bulged out of his head for a second before he smirked, his hands coming to your chest as his thumbs rubbed over your nipples, eliciting a moan from you.

“Oh no, is my pretty baby already needy for me?” Heeseung pouted, his thumbs flicking slow, then fast. You raised your hips, leaning your head back as you let out deep breaths. Heeseung took the hint, his hands pushing down your pants. He gripped your ass halfway down, then smirked to himself before he pushed the pants down to your knees.

You let out a gasp as his actions, but couldn’t hold back your laugh. “For someone who was always mean to their girlfriend, you’re sure acting real nice to me right now. Is it just because you’re going to be getting something out of this?”

Heeseung pouted and shook his head in denial. “Of course not, can’t I just treat my pretty girlfriend nice for once?”

Your rolled your eyes but nodded with a smile. Heeseung rushed to push your panties aside, no smart remarks coming from him for once. You were unsure how to react, but decided to just go along with it.

Neither you nor him ever dated anyone else and he was right, you did sleep over his every weekend after studying together. He was a secret best friend, one who tried to push your buttons.

He didn’t seem to comment on the fact when you sleep in his bed, you made sure to push your whole body against his in an attempt to get his attention. If he did notice, then he sure held some strong restraints against your seduction attempts.

You weren’t sure how Sungchan would react to you dating his academic rival, but decided it better to push the worry aside. That was something you could deal with at a later time.

Heeseung instantly dove his face between your legs, tongue out and ready to give you all the pleasure you wanted. His tongue pressed flat against your clit, and you let out a little shriek for the new yet exciting feeling.