[3:02] ! Lee Heeseung

I'm also crying too but don't have a minho 😔💔

minho x gn!reader. hurt/comfort. reader used to feel lonely but not anymore with minho. for u my @rachalixie <333

it is a regular sunday afternoon, filled with all the chores you procrastinated for the end of the week. you're halfway through a batch of fresh laundry, when your eyes find Minho- he's fiddling with a pair of your pink socks, completely engrossed in a trashy sitcom playing on your TV. a bowl of fruit sits between you two, one he meticulously peeled because he knows you don't like the fruits' skin.

your hands go limp as you observe minho, who places your socks down before blindly grabbing one of your t-shirts. he carefully folds it in half, smoothing away its creases because he knows you like perfectly folded clothes, neat and tidy.

a lump materializes in your throat as minho quietly chuckles at the TV, your mind not on the sitcom but on the man folding laundry beside you.

in that moment, a sudden light penetrates the shadowed parts of your mind, ones you've left uncharted for too long, fearing what you'll find hiding in their darkness. instead, you discover a flourishing garden, watered by minho's attentions everytime he's near.

the realization dawns on you suddenly, yet gently, like an unexpected kiss gracing your forehead, a hang grabbing your own when you least anticipate it— you haven't felt lonely in so long.

you couldn't feel lonely on a sunday morning when minho woke with you, willingly giving up on sleep so you could make breakfast together. you couldn't feel lonely when he propped his chin on your shoulder as you scrambled the eggs on the stove, his cold hands sneaking underneath your shirt, a gentle kiss on your neck to compensate his chilling touch.

loneliesss couldn't loom in the supermarket's aisles when minho pushed the cart near you, whining when you didn't give him attention for too long. you couldn't feel lonely as minho helped you pack up the groceries into your car, before caging you against the door, planting a short, but fervent kiss on your lips.

loneliness doesn't cast its shadows on your home when minho helped you clean it, washing the dishes as you diligently swept every counter. you couldn't feel lonely when he suddenly pulled your hand before waltzing around to the soft hums escaping his lips.

loneliness is a stranger when minho folds your laundry, some pieces of his clothing sneaking into your closet. you aren't lonely when minho lives with you, throughout your extraordinary days and your most mundane, boring ones.

a sniffle leaves your lips before you can stop it, and minho's head snaps instinctively to yours, worry drawn onto his face as he furiously racks over your figure. you don't even know where the tears are coming from, but they are streaming furiously down your cheeks, showing no sign of stopping soon.

"baby," he calls out tentatively, putting the fruit bowl on the table and moving closer to you. "what's wrong?" he asks and you straddle his lap, burying your face onto the crook of his neck instead of replying.

you aren't lonely when minho pats your back, rubbing soothing motions on it from the crown of your hair down the end of your spine. you aren't lonely because minho spoke to your loneliness, gently, patiently, until he finally convinced it to desert your bones.

"i love you," you whisper against his skin and he pulls you slightly away, his hands tenderly cradling your face. "i love you. what happened?"

"it's silly and stupid," you mumble, looking down at his lap. he gently hooks a finger beneath your chin, urging you to look at him.

"nothing that makes you cry is stupid. tell me, hm?"

"you help me fold my socks," you say, lower lip slightly quivering. "and clean the house and get my groceries."

"do you not want me to?" he asks, tilting his head to the side.

"no, no. i just can't believe you'd want to."

"why is that?" he inquires, gently wiping your still cascading tears.

"because those are things i used to do alone. i... i never thought I'd have someone with me, by my side, every day," you pause, tears doubling over at your impending confession. "i never thought that one day i would no longer be lonely."

minho's eyes soften incredibly, the way your heart turns into mush in his hands. he silently brings your head to his chest, your cheek pressed right above his heartbeat, and then he sways from left to right, body pressed tightly to yours.

"i'm here now. it's okay, angel, it's over," he whispers, planting a lingering kiss on the top of your head. you clutch his shirt tightly between your fists, allowing his words to permeate your being. to dust every misguided idea you held about your future.

you won't be lonely when minho loves you.

"you know i want to marry you, right? so i plan on folding your laundry for a long long time. under one rule, though."

"what?" you ask with a small voice.

"you won't cry next time i fold your clothes."

"shut up," you pinch his side playfully and he giggles before tickling you in retaliation. your laughter fills the air, quieting down the sound of your tv and simultaneously, all the ugly thoughts that once occupied your head.

why am i crying i hate y'all

Bad Day - Bang Chan Drabble

Summary: Reader has a terrible day; one of those days where everything goes wrong. Luckily, her boyfriend is there to wipe the stress away with some well deserved hugs.

Word Count: 2.2k

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Punch after punch after punch after punch lands on your soul today. Every single time you turned around, another horrible situation would present itself.

You’ve been sick for two and half weeks now. The sore throat would come and go, but you weren’t able to sleep without propping two pillows under your head. This morning when you woke up, your voice was completely gone.

The empty space next to you in bed certainly doesn’t help either. Chan has been gone for a work trip for two weeks now. He wasn’t due home for another two more.

Work has been its own animal to take care of. It was your first job after graduating, so you were at the bottom of the totem pole. Each higher up suddenly felt the need to burden you with any difficult projects they didn’t feel like taking care of themselves.

“I don’t think this is something I was trained on,” you tried to say to one of the more older workers. The huge stack of papers was so heavy in your hands. “These calculations would take me—“

“Just do it, Y/N,” he said before closing the door to the conference room you were standing alone in.

You had just watched that coworker’s boss tell him to do it. But nope, he dumped it on you.

On top of that, you were also tasked with training the new guy even though you’ve only been here for nine months.

And this guy made it his personal mission to make your job even harder. The way he would go from not knowing anything to being a complete know-it-all within two sentences made your blood boil.

But it’s fine. It’s totally fine, you can handle this.

Then, someone ate your lunch out of the fridge even though your name was clearly written on it. Your lunch break was so short that there was no way you could run out to get something else.

It was raining so hard as you jogged to your car through the parking lot. Every spot in the parking garage was taken this morning so you had to use the satellite lot ten minutes away.

Your clothes were drenched by the time you got into your car and slammed the door shut.

Fumbling with the keys, you shoved them into the ignition and started your car. The heat immediately kicked on and you sat there for an extra couple of minutes, warming your frozen fingers in front of the vents.

A book from one of your favorite authors came out today. You were going to pass the store on your way home, why not stop and buy a copy? It certainly would help with the day you were having.

The drive to the store was silent. You didn’t even turn the radio on. If you’re being honest, you didn’t think you could handle sound.

People were everywhere in the bookstore.

You walked in and looked around for the new book. There were signs and posters everywhere that announced the book. Where was it?

“If you’re looking for the new Kingdom book we sold out this morning.” A worker says to you softly.

A small part of you dies.

You politely nod to the worker and leave.

It’s ridiculous how you feel the tears building behind your eyes.

It’s fine. It’s fine. You’re overreacting. It’s totally fine. You’ll just buy a copy on your Kindle. You didn’t even need a physical copy, right?

Your fingers fumble with your keys and you drop onto the ground. They splash right into a puddle.

It’s fine, it’s fine.

Swallowing painfully, you wince at your sore throat and gather your things to get back in the car.

You’ll go home and watch TV.

“It’s Friday,” you whisper to yourself in the car to try and calm down. “It’s treat day, why not stop for a coffee?”

Every Friday you would buy yourself a coffee. ‘Treat Day’ is what you dubbed it as. It slowly became a tradition with you and your friends.

Chan used to always reload your coffee rewards app with his own money without telling you.

A sad smile tugs at your face while you drive to the coffee shop. God, what you wouldn’t give to see him right now.

The tension in your shoulders is so bad you think your shoulders are level with your ears.

After getting your coffee, you drive all the way home to your apartment complex.

Right before you turn into the lot, a car decides to come out of nowhere and cuts you off. You cut the wheel and slam on the brakes to avoid them.

Your coffee launches out of the cup holder and spills all over your lap.

“Fuck!” You curse and try to focus on the road. “Fuck fuck!”

At least it was iced coffee and you’re not burned. Right? Silver lining?

You’re at your limit. Your sanity is teetering.

Parking in your designated spot, you trudge into the large building.

The weight of the day still sits so heavy on your shoulders. Now your lap was soaked with coffee.

A package sits underneath the complex’s mailboxes. It’s ruined and crushed. The ‘FRAGILE’ sticker is gnarled up.

“No,” you sigh and look closer at it.

Yep, it’s yours. The new dishwear set you ordered came in.

When you lift the package you hear all the pieces shift around. It’s just a box of broken ceramic at this point.

Tighter and tighter your throat gets.

Slowly, you trudge up to your floor. Because, of course, the elevator is broken. Of course it is. Why would the elevator work today?

Just as you get your keys out to open your door, your shitty neighbor comes outside.

“Oh god, Y/N, you look horrible.” He says loudly.

You turn and look at him with tears already brimming in your eyes.

No sign of compassion crosses his face, instead, he laughs. He laughs right in your fucking face.

“No wonder I haven’t seen Chan around. He finally came to his senses, eh?”

Your jaw drops open.

“God, pull yourself together.”

Your neighbor picks up his newspaper from the doormat and goes back into his unit without another word.

For a long moment, you just stand there. Your clothes and hair still soaking wet and clinging to your skin, work bag and purse slung over your shoulder, box of broken plates and bowls in your arms.

Inside your body, you felt yourself finally snap. You felt your anger and frustration hit it’s limit.

Your look of surprise quickly morphs into one of seething rage. Lips pulling in a sneer, you rip open your door and stomp inside, slamming it shut behind you.

Dropping everything you own at the door, including the box of glass, you let out a muffled scream.

The box bursts open and glass shards go everywhere. They skitter across the floor and cover the wood in a dangerous mine field.

A moment of silence passes.

You lose it.

You drop to your knees and cradle your face while angry, hot tears stream down your cheeks.

Wails leave your lips as the weight of the day finally takes it’s toll.

On any normal day, you would be able to handle these things individually, but all at once? You just couldn’t deal with it anymore.

“Y/N?!” A voice calls out from the other end of the hallway.

Your head snaps up and you see your boyfriend standing there with a look of horror on his face.

“Chan,” you croak out.

His eyes frantically look around at the scene in front of him. Your disgruntled state surrounded by broken glass.

He’s here? He’s back?

“Y/N, are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt?”

He tries to walk closer but then he realizes he’s also surrounded by broken glass.

“Chan.” Is all your able to say again before the sobs come out even harder. Your entire body wracks with them, chest sputtering as you try to breathe between cries.

His face twists up in anguish.

“S-Stay there! Don’t move, I’m gunna get a dust pan, okay? I’ll be right back, babygirl. Don’t move.”

He continues to say things over and over to you while running to get what he needs.

“I’m here, baby. You’re okay, right? You’re home and safe, Y/N.”

You bury your face in your hands again and continue to cry. His words reach you, but they do nothing to quell the emotions.

Before you could fall further into this headspace, two warm, strong arms wrap around you and pull you into an even warmer body.

“I’m right here, honey, I’m here. You’re okay.” Chan whispers into your hair. He pulls you onto his lap and holds you close.

His comforting scent envelops you everywhere.

Chan rocks back and forth while holding you.

“You’re okay,” he says over and over into your hair. “You’re home now, I’m here, Channie’s here.”

Your face buried into his shoulder, hands gripping his shirt tightly

“What happened, baby?” He asks gently.

You cry harder.

“I’m so sick,” you cry into his shirt. “People keep taking advantage of me at work, I had to park ten minutes away in the rain. Someone ate my lunch. I dropped my keys in a puddle, the new book sold out, I spilled my coffee everywhere. Then fucking 304 across the hall tells me how horrible I look.”

You motion outwards at the glass all over the floor still. “And how do you like our new dishes?”

Even in the middle of a mental breakdown, you still crack a joke.

Saying it all makes you cry even harder. At this point, Chan’s shirt is soaked with your tears.

He continues to hold you as tight as he could. Not once does he tell you to stop crying, instead he carefully scoots and leans against the wall, cradling your body on his lap.

Chan rocks back and forth, pressing kisses into the crown of your hair as you cry your heart out.

His one hand rubs slow circles on your back while the other pets the back of your hair.

Low hums come from his throat. Chan lays his cheek on top of your head and keeps you close to his chest.

“It’s okay, babygirl,” he coos. “You’re home now. You’re with me now.”

“Thank god you’re home,” you hiccup and clutch his shirt closer to you.

“My spidey-senses were tingling,” he jokes in a hushed tone.

You manage to chuckle through your tears.

“My babygirl needed me.”

You’ve always been so happy go lucky, the glass was always half full with you. You always looked on the bright side of everything. If anything bad happened, it always just rolled off your back.

It was one of the main reasons he fell for you.

Chan has never seen you as bad as you were on your knees in the entryway, it shook him to his core.

Another long kiss is pressed to your head.

Slowly, your sobs calm down. Your throat still hoarse and sore from before has only gotten marginally worse.

Sniffling, you sit up away from Chan.

“‘M sorry I got your shirt all gross.”

Chan laughs in spite of everything. Both of his strong hands cup your cheeks for you to look him in the eye.

His chin dips down to your level so he can stare right at you. Those gorgeous brown eyes sparkle at you.

“I’m not upset about my shirt, Y/N,” he says gently. “I’m only worried about my sunshine. It’s not every day you cry, baby.”

“Everything just happened at once.” Chan’s thumbs wipe away the tears on your cheeks. “I tried to keep it together but our neighbor verbally berating me was the straw that broke the camel’s back.”

Chan tuts and brushes your hair behind your ear.

“Let’s throw eggs at his door,” he jokes.

He pulls a laugh from you.

“There’s my favorite smile.” He coos. It makes your smile even brighter. You sniffle again, and look down sheepishly.

Chan lifts your chin up with his thumb and forefinger. “Hey baby,” he grabs your attention. “How about this: you go shower off the day, I’m going to clean all this up and order our favorite takeout for dinner. I even stopped on my way home and got two pints of ice cream before.”

“Mint chocolate chip?” You ask softly.

“Of course I got your nasty toothpaste ice cream.” He pinches your cheek teasingly.

You giggle and lean away from his hand.

“Come on, babygirl.”

Before he does anything else, Chan leans forward and presses a long, warm kiss to your forehead.

Both of your eyes close at the comforting feeling it brings. After he kisses your forehead, Chan leans down and kisses both of your cheeks.

His warm lips then press to your nose and then finally to your lips.

It’s a long, sensual, loving kiss. Both of your mouths slipping over one another in a dance.

You sigh happily into the kiss. Chan’s mouth smiles against your own. It’s contagious, you can’t help but mirror the grin with our own.

In the end, you both look like smiling fools wrapped up in one another’s presence.

Chan scoops you up carefully and stands up from the floor, making sure to avoid any stray shards of glass.

“I’m going to take good care of you, my honey.” He coos and presses another kiss to your forehead. “Your bad day ends here.”

When I fell in love

Pairing : Hyunjin x reader

Genre : FLUFF.

Summary : it's your birthday and Hyunjin has a surprise gift for you - all the moments he fell in love with you in.

How do I make the men i write become a reality??!?!?? If you enjoy please let me know, I READ AND APPRECIATE ALL YOUR FEEDBACK <333

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The smell of burnt food wakes you up. You rub your eyes tiredly, patting the spot beside you to find it cold and empty. Which could only mean that your boyfriend Hyunjin was in the kitchen.

You smile to yourself, guessing that he wanted to make you breakfast since it was your birthday; the first one you're spending with him. You've already made it a point to tell him you didn't want anything expensive. To which he frowned, whining "but I want to spoil youuuuu".

With renewed energy you leave the bed, quickly washing your face and brushing your teeth. You head to the kitchen to find Hyunjin with his back to you, flipping what appeared to be pancakes on the stove. You lean on the door for a bit, admiring the view of his bare back and flexing muscles. He was beautiful, thoughtful, and he was yours. That was gift enough.

You sneakily walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. Hyunjin yelps, taken aback by your sudden presence and drops the spatula he was holding. "You scared me", he huffs a hand on his chest and you laugh, "dramatic".

He then turns around, cradling your face between his hands. His thumb swipes back and forth on your cheek and you close your eyes, leaning into his touch. "Happy birthday, my angel", he whispers, before meeting your lips in a sweet kiss.

"Am I in heaven?", you smile, eyes still closed.

"Now who's the dramatic one?"

"Your antics are rubbing off on me", you wink, making him chuckle.

Hyunjin turns back towards the stove and you lean your cheek against his arm, your hand wrapping around his waist, "What are you making?"

"Pancakes, i've burnt the first three ones but i'll get it right now".

"Of course baby, everyone burns the first three pancakes", you tease and he pinches your cheek affectionately, "I'll let all your comments slide because it's your birthday today".

"Why thank you", you smile, sitting down on the kitchen stool. "Is this your first time making pancakes?".

"No, I made Felix teach me. But for some reason, it doesn't seem to work now", he says sheepishly and you melt.

"Is this why you've been spending so much time with him lately?"

"Yes, I wanted it to be perfect for you".

"You're here with me so it's already perfect", you say seriously, and his eyes soften at you. "Here, let me help you?", you offer and he shakes his head no, "I want to do this for you".

"You've already made the batter, i'll just cook. Plus, you can make me coffee. Pretty please".

"Fine. Only because I don't want us to starve", he grumbles the last part and you laugh.

Hyunjin starts playing music and you quickly realize it's the playlist you made him. You shoot him a smile and he grins at you, his eyes crinkling closed. He didn't tell you but he listened to this playlist every day. This way, even when you're not with him, you're still there in essence.

When the food is done, you set everything up on the table, and Hyunjin quickly leaves for his art studio. He comes back, hands behind his back, and a huge grin on his face. "Close your eyes", he instructs and you oblige, smiling.

"Okay... Now open them".

You smell them before you see them, a bouquet of flowers twice the size of your head. They are roses and sunflowers. You mentioned wanting one for your birthday on your third date- that was 7 months ago.

"You remembered", you smile softly, touched.

"Of course", he says as if it's evidence that he'd remember; like the sun rises every morning and sets every night.

"Thank you, this is the best birthday ever", you hug him tightly and he pulls back to place a kiss on your temple. "Now eat", he orders and you laugh, "Yes, sir".

The conversation flows between you easily, with Hyunjin excitedly telling you what he has planned for the day. A picnic in a secluded spot he has chosen months ago. It made you emotional, how happy he was at the prospect of making you happy. As if you were an extension of his being, and he felt your joy like it was his.

When your breakfast is done, you get up to wash the dishes. But Hyunjin pushes you gently back into your seat, "Baby, you aren't doing anything today".

"But you hate doing the dishes", you point out. It was a routine between the both of you, you washed the dishes, he dried them and put them back in their place.

"But I'd do it for you", he answers instantly, making you pause in your tracks. It was small acts like those that made you feel so loved by Hyunjin.

You don't argue any further, seizing this opportunity to watch him. You liked watching him, memorizing every one of his gestures- the way he flicks his blonde hair back, the way he shakes his hands to dry them, the way he looks back at you every minute or so, as if to make sure you were still there.

When he's done, you stand up and walk towards him. He picks you up by the waist, placing you on the kitchen table. He then stands between your legs, caging your body with his arms.

"Hello there", you smile and he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, "Hello, pretty".

"You are very handsome, do you happen to have a girlfriend?", you tease and he laughs, shaking his head.

"I do, she's the most beautiful human alive", he humors you and you smile, "You sound in love".

"I am in love".

"Then maybe you should tell her", you smirk and he laughs, before leaning in until your noses brush together, "Hi, girlfriend. I am in love with you".

"I am in love with you too", you smile before planting a sweet kiss on his lips.

"Stay here, I'll be right back", he tells you, retreating towards his art studio once again, and you yell out after him, "There is more?!"

"Of course, there is more! You are Hwang Hyunjin's girlfriend", he shouts and you laugh. Him and his -well-deserved- ego.

He comes back skipping, a small box with a pretty blue ribbon wrapped around it in his hands. He gives it to you, and you eagerly open it. Inside, you find a huge letter, and written on the front you read "Moments in Time".

"What's this?", you ask him and he only smiles at you. But you could tell he was nervous, his left hand touching the nape of his neck over and over again. You put the box down, pulling him towards you so he's standing between your legs once again. "I'd love this whatever it is", you reassure and he smiles, "You don't even know what's in there".

"It could be a rock and I'd be happy because you gave it to me", you tell him seriously and he nods, eyes shining. How is it that it's your birthday and still he's the one feeling so loved by you?

You open the letter, taking out a dozen of drawings. They are small, the size of a Polaroid picture. You recognize yourself in each one of them. "What are those?", you ask him, heart beating wildly in your chest.

"it's um.. All the moments I fell in love with you in".

You stare at him in shock, your eyes darting between the drawings and him. You haven't even gone through each one and yet your eyes are tearing up already.

In the first drawing, you see yourself, a smile on your face and the neon lights of a grocery store reflecting on you. It was dark outside- the first night you met.

"This is... When I saw you for the first time. You gave me the keys I dropped and smiled at me and I felt as if my heart stopped beating. I still remember your smile that day", he explains and you smile fondly at the memory. That was the moment that changed your life forever.

"You still remember what I was wearing...", you whisper and he nods, his thumb drawing mindless circles on your thigh. "I remember everything when it comes to you".

You beam at him, going through the second drawing. "Me with ice cream on my nose", you giggle, "This is when we were still talking and I took you out, right?".

"Yes, I was feeling down until you dragged my ass outside", he chuckles, "You got ice cream on your nose and when I pointed it out you pouted at me. You just looked so cute, I wanted to stare at you forever", he pauses, bopping your nose with his finger, "But most importantly, it was the way you cheered me up by just being near me. You are magical, my love".

"Aren't I the best", you joke in a useless attempt to stop your tears from falling. "That you are", he smiles softly, planting a kiss on your head.

You stare at the drawing some more, admiring all the details he easily captured- the color of the seats, the painting hung on the wall, the strobe lights that shone in the icecream parlor. "You are really talented, angel. My favorite artist", you compliment, and he blushes, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. "Look at the next one", he mumbles and you oblige, giggling.

The third drawing was of your first date, you see yourself running down the beach, your back to Hyunjin, the sun casting behind you. He had taken you for a picnic there, and you ended up playing tag with each other. It was one of those moments that healed your inner child.

"You looked so beautiful that night, you and the sunset and the sea. I realized I wouldn't mind chasing after you if it meant that I'd have you with me in the end".

You can feel your heart clench at his words, you couldn't believe that you got this lucky to have him love you.

"You don't have to chase after me, Jinnie. I'm yours", you reassure him and he beams at you, "And I am yours, Ynnie".

The next drawing makes you giggle, it's you crying, your cheeks red and stained with tears. You were sitting on a swing, a soft breeze ruffling your hair, "Is this me crying?"

He nods and you laugh, "I was crying and you were thinking of falling for me?"

"Yeah", he scratches his neck sheepishly, "it's just... It was the first time you cried in front of me, and it made me realize that I wanted to be the one to comfort you. Each time you cry, I wanted to be the one you come to".

You can't speak, so instead, you lean in, kissing him for what felt like an eternity. When you pull back, tears are falling freely from your eyes and he panics, wiping them away with his thumb gently.

"Why are you crying? Please don't cry, love", he shushes and you shake your head, smiling. "I'm crying because I'm happy".

Hyunjin points at the fourth picture, "This is when you came over for the first time. You were wearing my hoodie and sweatpants, coffee in your hands. And I always find you beautiful...", he pauses, his hand gently caressing your cheek, "but still, when you weren't all dolled up, that's when I thought you looked the prettiest".

"You are the prettiest", you coo and he waves his hand in the air, "Shut up... Say it again", he grins and you swat his arm playfully.

In the final drawing, you see yourself sleeping, your hair sprawled around you. Your lips are puckered out, and your cheek is on what you assume is Hyunjin's arms. He even drew the little flowers you have in your pajama.

"This is when I slept over at your house for the first time. And when I woke up, you nuzzled up against me and I... I knew I wanted to wake up to this sight forever", he kisses your forehead and you close your teary eyes, savoring the feel of his lips on you.

But then, you look closer at the picture and you pinch his side jokingly, "did you have to draw the drool too?"

"I stay true to details", he winks and you laugh, leaning onto his side.

"How do you still remember all of this? What clothes I was wearing and the details of the background", you whisper in awe.

"I just stare at you a lot so it's imprinted in my brain, is that weird?".

"No, it's absolutely endearing and I...", you put the drawings down, linking your hands behind his neck, "and I love you. I am so in love with you, Hyunjin. I can't believe you did all of this... For me. You're the love of my life".

"Say it again".

"You are the love of my life, my Hyunjin", you repeat and he grins, hugging you. You wrap your legs around his waist and he spins you around. The sound of your giggles fills the kitchen and you know you'll remember this moment forever.

He finally puts you down, and you cradle his face between your hands, your thumbs slowly stroking his cheeks. "Thank you so much Hyunjin, this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me and I will cherish it forever. I'll protect those drawings with my life if I have to".

"I'm glad you liked it", he blushes and your eyes soften at him, "I didn't like it, I loved it, baby. You are so sweet to me, I don't know what I did to deserve you".

"You are you, that's enough for me to love you", he whispers and you smile, heart so full of love it feels like it will burst.

Hyunjin brings your hands to his mouth, kissing your knuckles softly, all while looking into your eyes as if you were the answer to all his prayers. His stare is too intense you almost can't hold it.

"Why are you looking at me like this?"

"I'm remembering this moment...", he says as he gently kisses your palm, "this way I can draw it for you on your next birthday".

❣︎ ⎯⎯ kisses nonstop .

PAIRING ! yang jungwon x reader // GENRE ! fluff // WC. ! 0.4k

PROMPT(S) ! 10. placing their chin on the other’s shoulder ;; 15. washing the other’s hair // requested by a lovely anon <3 // 2k followers event

A/N. ! ofc a huge thank you to the anonnie who requested this, but i also wanna dedicate this to @sungbeam as a mini birthday gift <3 it’s her birthday y’all go send her all the bday wishes 🫶🏻 ,, hehe hope you enjoy <3

the continuous splashing and sloshing of water finally came to an end as you turned the bathtub faucet off.

“done,” you told jungwon as you finished washing his hair, going to grab a towel for his dripping locks.

he was leaning over the wall of the tub, head down as he let the droplets fall inside.

once acquired, you placed the towel over his head, and you both stood up as you began to dry his hair.

he faced you and rested his head on your shoulder, followed by his arms tiredly wrapping around your waist.

it was the end of the day, and jungwon was exhausted from all of his busy tasks from work, this was just what he needed to relax.

“wonie,” you breathed out a chuckle as you pushed his head gently off your shoulder and in front of your face where you could see his eyes properly, “i can’t dry your hair when you’re resting on me like this. stay standing straight, okay?”

a frown formed on his lips, and he shook his head as he let out in the softest, most precious voice, “i don’t want to.”

at the sound and sight of an exhausted jungwon, your shoulders fell, only now realizing that they were slightly tensed up this entire time. a small smile then made its way to your lips as an idea popped into your head. you held the side of his face with one hand, leaning in and began placing kisses over every inch of his face, beginning with his nose, up to his forehead, circling down to his chin and lips, and all the way back to the other side of his face.

he closed his eyes and you felt a smile creep up to his lips and dimples forming in his soft cheeks.

“good?” you asked, and he opened his eyes and let out a giggle.

“i like this,” he said.

“okay, now just stay like this, and let me dry your hair before we continue—“ you paused before moving your finger between him and yourself “—this.”

he chuckled and nodded at your little offer, allowing you to dry his hair properly this time. and so you did just that, then before you knew it, he stopped you, saying his hair was dry enough, and eagerly, he wasted no time in continuing where you two left off.

A/N. hope you enjoyed !! :’>

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clingy moments with ot7 enhypen

okok for those who voted on the poll hear me out. i am working on the rent a bf au beomgyu fic but i realised quickly that it might take a while nsfdwgdfs so for those who wanted ot7 first stay winning!!! im soooo bad at these sorts of posts so pls bear with me as i get comfortable with this format hehehehhe ><

word count : 0.9k // warnings: a little angst in sunoo/jungwon's!

heeseung is clingy in moments of mundanity. it was almost unusual how his generally reserved nature seemed to melt away the moment things went quiet. whether in the morning, when he trailed after you like an unrelenting shadow as you went about getting ready even despite him having nowhere to be, or on long train rides, where he would rest his head on your shoulder and hold your waist tight, he always sought you out in the little bits of time throughout the day when time seemed to slow down, as if to savour the feeling of the clock ticking second by second with you by his side.

jay is clingy when tired. you struggle to think of anyone in your life that works as hard as your boyfriend does, so when he finally feels it all catch up to him in the early afternoon and a nap is due, it becomes his mission to locate you as soon as possible. he shrugs any other attempts to communicate from others off as he focuses solely on his task and sighs with relief when you always accept him with open arms, eager to soothe his shoulders tense with the impossible weight of his daily responsibilities, even if it means abandoning whatever you were occupied with prior to curl up on the couch with him and bury your fingers in tufts of his hair with his forehead pressed against your collar.

jake is clingy around others. something about having you next to him as he chatters around his congregation of friends sprawled out over a mountain of blankets and cushions, movie long abandoned for conversations filled with giggles and smiles that lingered in the light of the television, has butterflies fluttering in his stomach for a reason he can’t explain but eagerly accepts. he wraps his arm around your shoulders and presses his head against yours, hands laced together as you blush and stammer over the way the group oohs and aahs over his unabashed displays of affection, and he surmises that it must just be that he loves to show the world how lucky he is to have you.

sunghoon is clingy in moments of joy. sunghoon sometimes struggles with showing affection, instead relying on carefully crafted messages and sticky notes stuck to the fridge haphazardly as he leaves for work to express his feelings when they overflow and spill out in a way he can’t ignore and simply has to put into words–but when he can’t keep the air in his lungs and doubles over in laughter, eyes twinkling and lips pulled into a delirious smile, he feels almost dizzy with happiness when he pulls you into his embrace, tucking his flushed face into your hair and pressing a chaste kiss beneath your ear when he can finally breathe again. 

sunoo is clingy when upset. there’s little he dreads more than when that dark cloud hanging over his head decides to descend upon him at the end of a hard day, a bitter taste filling his mouth while he fights the urge to crawl under his covers and lock the door—but before he can think you’re there like an angel and looking at him with all of the care in the world as you ask him what’s wrong and he can’t help but be pulled into your orbit, immediately stepping into your open arms and letting his sadness spill out against the fabric of your sweater, praying silently that next time you would be there again to hold him.

jungwon is clingy in moments of failure. being someone who is generally hard on himself irrespective of success or failure, it only hits him harder when those ugly feelings of disappointment and regret come crawling up his throat when he truly makes a mistake, rendering him almost immobile as his mind whirs with endless questions. where had he gone wrong? did he not try hard enough? was there something else he could’ve done? only you can coax him out of this, with his face in your hands and gentle reassurances that have his doubts crumbling around him, and he can’t help but pull you in closer, hoping that he could bask in the feeling of your warm skin against his forever and keep his worries at bay in a way no one else ever could.

riki is clingy in bed. maybe you found it endearing initially, but these days you find it a gargantuan task to get to sleep with your boyfriend wrapped around you like a moth to a flame, limbs impossibly entangled in yours and soft breath on your neck. if you fidget or get hot easily, you have an even harder time cut out for you, because his grip on you is solid and he runs like a furnace. at one point, on one of the rare occasions that you could pry yourself from his iron grip, you tried sleeping in the lounge—only to wake up not even an hour later pressed against the back of the couch by his large frame, his eyes fluttered closed peacefully as if to taunt you. he insists he’s a heavy sleeper, but with the way his lips quirked up into a tiny smile when you sighed in resignation and pulled him closer, you find it hard to believe.

ok, but like.. why can Jin Bu Yeon (Naksu) see when she transferred back to her original body? If Mudeok couldn't see when she was in that body, why is it different when they switched back? Is it because of the powers that Jin Buyeon obtained as Naksu or what 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Alchemy of Souls: Naksu's Memories of Her Father Being Killed Were Actually Mu Deok's Memories

Memories can be distorted in a variety of ways. They can also be used by someone like Jin Mu to carry out his nefarious plans.

So let's start with the story of two little girls, Mu Deok and Jin Bu Yeon whose souls were swapped by evil Jin Mu when they were children.

Mu Deok's Memories

Since you all wanted to know Mu Deok's backstory. Here it is! And no she's not Jin Bu Yeon.

Mu Deok was the constellation mage's daughter. One night, her maid found her and hid her in the a shed and told her to stay away from her father. She witnessed her father change into a soul shifter. Following this, she saw the four families kill her father. She was alone and scared, but a nice man approached her. His face looked kind so she decided to grab his hand and follow him.

Mu Deok lived in a shack by herself in Danhyaggot for years until one day the man with the nice face brought her a blind friend. The next thing she remembered she woke up and she couldn't see anymore. She was confused and didn't know where she was. When she asked around, people told her she was in Sari Village. She couldn't find the man with the nice face because she was blind now.

Later on, someone mentioned to her that her blindfold had the Jin family crest on it. She had remember that name. They were one of the four families that killed her dad. She thought it would be best to stay far away from these four families because they were scary (or Jin Mu fed Mu Deok some sort of lie that made her stay away). In the meantime, she decided to use the blindfold with the family crest to earn a living.

There you go folks. That is Mu Deok's story. This how Mu Deok was used in Jin Mu's plan. As sad as it may be, her soul was nothing special. You see if Mu Deok was Jin Bu Yeon, she would've have asked around for someone to take her back to the Jin family residence. People would've noticed the Jin family crest and be willing to help her because they knew the Jin's would've paid a nice reward for whoever returned their daughter. Except she didn't. She stayed away. This meant Mu Deok's soul was stuck in another person's body (Jin Bu Yeon's body).

Jin Bu Yeon/Naksu's Memories

What Jin Mu did to Jin Bu Yeon was much worse than what he did to Mu Deok. Jin Mu used Mu Deok's story to brainwash Jin Bu Yeon. He convinced Jin Bu Yeon she had a father who was a constellation mage and he was killed by the four families for no good reason. Jin Mu gave Jin Bu Yeon enough information to believe it was true, but left out important parts (i.e father was a soul shifter) so he could use her to carry out his evil plans (i.e killing the four families).

[Side note: Jin Mu either brainwashed Jin Bu Yeon or she developed amnesia after she fell off the boat.]

Jin Mu (or Fake Queen Choi) gave Jin Bu Yeon a new body/face so that no one could recognize her from the outside (i.e soul swap with Mu Deok). The last step to transform Jin Bu Yeon into the best assassin was to give her a new name and identity. This name was Naksu, the shadow assassin who made mages' head roll.

What Jin Mu did not account for is that Jin Bu Yeon/Naksu would cast the Alchemy of Souls spell the 2nd time thereby returning her to her original body.

How Jin Mu Ensured His Identity Remained a Secret

Out of the two girls (Jin Bu Yeon and Mu Deok), Mu Deok was the only one who saw Jin Mu's face. She was also the only one that saw her father turn into a soul shifter. Given this, Jin Mu had to make sure she would never recognize him or be able to find him. He accomplished this by swapping Mu Deok's soul into a blind girl's body (Jin Bu Yeon's body). This guaranteed that Mu Deok would never be able to find him because she couldn't see anymore.

On the other hand, Jin Bu Yeon/Naksu didn't know what Jin Mu looked like before the swap because she was blind. After he swapped Jin Bu Yeon/Naksu's soul into Mu Deok's body, he wore a black cloak when he was around her. He made sure she would never know what he looked like.

How Jin Mu's Lies Started to Be Uncovered

Despite Jin Mu's best effort to prevent Jin Bu Yeon/Naksu from finding out what he looked like, she eventually did. After Jin Bu Yeon/Naksu swapped back to her original body, she saw Gil Joo at the bidding house. Jin Bu Yeon/Naksu had recognized Gil Joo and followed him and this is how she discovered what Jin Mu looked like. Recall that Mu Deok was the only one who had seen Jin Mu's face when she was a child. Jin Bu Yeon/Naksu never saw Jin Mu's face.

In Ep 8, Gil Joo once again helped revealed more of Jin Mu's lies to Jin Bu Yeon/Naksu. Gil Joo had told her that her "father" was a soul shifter. This piece of information was something Jin Mu left out on purpose during Jin Bu Yeon's brainwashing story time. Remember that Mu Deok was the only one who saw her father turn into a soul shifter. Had Jin Bu Yeon/Naksu really been Mu Deok, she would've already known this fact since she saw it with her eyes and therefore would not be surprised.

I'm so single bye

hopeless ☆ heeseung lee

☆ horrendously down bad! heeseung x fem! reader ☆ summary: absolutely no one would have expected the dark, brooding, and rough heeseung lee to be hopelessly head over heels in love with the sweet, oblivious you. especially you. even with the help of practically the entire year, it's almost pathetic the way heeseung struggles to utter three, simple words to you, let alone look you in the eye. ☆ genre: fluff!!! pining, SUPER WHIPPED HEESEUNG, high school! au, non-idol! au, a lot of 01 liner idols + the rest of enha make appearances, btw this follows the asian school system, SO MUCH FLIRTING OMG, heeseung is kinda pathetic and awk ☆ warning(s)? swearing and dumb characters lol, there is one SA scene, but it is not graphic + very minor violence ☆ word count: 10.8k ☆ this is extremely based off of "danger" by bts, especially the lyric "you're cute, and i'm pathetic" lol enjoy!

Heeseung Lee was stressed. 

No. He was distraught. 

Distraught about how fucking cute you looked today.

Ever since he was a kid, Heeseung loved Halloween, because he loved Trick-or-Treating with his older brother and cousins. However now, at the age of seventeen, he found himself resenting it. Not because there was any issue with the holiday, but because today was Halloween. 

From across the classroom, Heeseung found himself staring, all dazed and empty-headed, at you, who was clad in your cute bunny costume. The way the fluffy, white ears stuck out from the top of your head, as well as the fluffy white coat draped around your shoulders, made you look so soft and cozy and adorable. The way your nose crinkled as you laughed with your friends, sweet sounds coming from your lips as you threw your head back. 

Were you real? How could anyone be so goddamn beautiful and not be an actual angel sent from above? What country did Heeseung save in his past life in order to get to be in your presence in this life?

"Dude, you're staring," a new voice interjected.

"What?" Heeseung tore his eyes away from you. "I wasn't."

Beomgyu Choi was one of Heeseung's classmates. And, like everyone else in their year, Beomgyu knew how enamored Heeseung was with you. Other than yourself, of course.

"I'm tellin' you," Beomgyu plopped down onto his seat, which was beside Heeseung's. He slid his chair so that he would be closer to his classmate, before throwing an arm around Heeseung. "You need to make a move. Like, now."

Heeseung glanced over at his classmate. If he ignored the fake blood on Beomgyu's chin, as well as the fake, plastic vampire teeth and the god-awful Spirit Halloween Dracula cape, he'd know that Beomgyu was 100% correct. 

Everyone (and seriously, everyone) knew that Heeseung Lee had the biggest, juiciest, most obnoxious crush on you. In fact, your own friends had even tasked themselves with the job of putting in a good word for Heeseung, saying things like "Isn't he so cool?" into your ear to hopefully guide you straight into his arms. It's such a well-known fact that some of your teachers have purposefully placed you and Heeseung next to or near each other in order to help him with his more-than-obvious crush. 

With such a big, school-wide effort, it should be expected that at least some progress was made.

Wrong!

Not even a single stroke of progress has been made.

Probably because there was one teensy, weensy, eensy, problem: Heeseung was an absolute mess around you. Heeseung was known as this tall, blunt, and rough guy at school. When he wasn't silently judging everyone, he hung out with his group of friends, who had a reputation for being delinquents. Heeseung Lee, clad in his iconic black leather jacket, was intimidating, and usually had no problem speaking up for himself. But around you? Absolutely not.

If anyone thought that Heeseung Lee could easily speak to you, they were out of their goddamn mind. There were too many instances where your classmates would push Heeseung and you together, only for him to blow it because he was completely incapable of looking you in the eye without turning red. 

In Heeseung's defense, you were the most beautiful person in the world— How is he not supposed to get nervous?

"You know I can't," Heeseung murmured, clenching his fists.

Beomgyu rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Hee. What happened to banger Heeseung Lee? Heeseung Lee that beats up kids? I didn't think you'd be scared of talking to girls."

"First of all," Heeseung frowned, "I'm not a banger and I don't beat up kids. And also, I'm not scared of talking to girls."

His classmate quirked a brow. "Really?" Heeseung nodded. "Because the last time I remember, you could barely get a word out in front of [Name]."

At the sound of your name, Heeseung jerked in his seat, reaching out to grasp Beomgyu's arm. "Shhhh, don't say her name so loud!" he hissed, eyes quivering over to where you were with your friends.

"What?" Beomgyu looked around indiscreetly. "It's not a secret to anyone how you feel about [Name]."

"Shhhh! Shut up!"

When the bell rang, everyone scurried to their seat, and class began. As Beomgyu tuned out the sound of the teacher's voice, he couldn't help but notice the way Heeseung's eyes were completely glued to you. It was almost laughable, the way the boy's eyes were wide, staring at you like you were some god.

Oh god, Heeseung Lee was hopeless.

"Heeseung-hyung, are you free tomorrow?"

It was lunch time. Heeseung and his friends liked to hang around the rooftop of the school, because it was always empty. And plus, no one wanted to be where Heeseung and his friends were— they were too scary!

Heeseung looked at his younger Australian friend, Jake Sim (or Jaeyun Sim, as his official documents stated), who had just asked that question. Heeseung took a bite of the instant ramen that they bought from the vending machine.

"Yeah, why?"

"Good. Because you have a date with [Name] tomorrow."

Heeseung choked. As he coughed, his other younger friend, Sunoo Kim, let out a whine.

"Hyuuunggg!" Sunoo pouted. "Why'd you tell him?"

"It was supposed to be a surprise!" Riki Nishimura, the group's Japanese foreign exchange student friend, added, elbowing Jake in the ribs.

"Whatever," Jake crossed his arms. When Riki nudged him again, Jake opened his mouth to holler, "Jay, back me up!"

Jongseong "Jay" Park was another one of Heeseung's friends, probably the closest person to him. 

"You guys know Heeseung-hyung is going to fuck it up either way, right?" Jay said. "Remember last time?"

"Yeah," Sunghoon Park joined in. "No matter how much we prepared him, Heeseung-hyung still acted like a fucking idiot."

"I'm right here!" Heeseung shouted, still hitting his chest to dislodge the ramen that he choked on. 

Jungwon Yang, the seventh person in their friend group, put a hand on the older boy's shoulder, his lips lifting up into a half-teasing grin, revealing sharp canine teeth, "Hyung, don't listen to them. I think you'll really impress [Name] tomorrow."

It was Heeseung's turn to elbow Jungwon in the ribs.

When Heeseung finally finished coughing up a storm, his friends were already onto another topic, making plans for the next weekend.

"Hey, hey!" Heeseung grumbled. "Aren't you guys going to explain this so-called 'date with [Name]'?"

"What's there to explain?" Riki said. "You're going on a date with [Name]. End of story."

The eldest of the group's face contorted. "What are you guys even saying—"

"Well, it's not technically a date," Sunghoon said, taking a sip of his juice box. "You're, like, hanging out with [Name] though."

That still didn't answer Heeseung's question. 

"When? Where? What time?" he spluttered, eager for answers.

Jake huffed exasperatedly. "Do we have to explain to you everything? It's not that deep, man."

Jungwon rolled his eyes. "Hyung, [Name]'s friends are the presidents of the Environment and Ecology Club, and there's a social tomorrow. It's like birdhouse painting, or something. [Name] is attending to support her friend, so we signed you up, too."

"Birdhouse painting?!" Sunoo's features morphed into confusion. "I thought they were making bracelets?"

"No, I thought there were weaving baskets?" Riki frowned.

"Whatever it is, it sounds lame as hell," Jay remarked.

Jungwon rolled his eyes again, earning a punch on his arm. "Whatever it is, it'll be a great opportunity for you to talk to [Name]." 

The younger boy offered Heeseung a reassuring smile, only to receive a pensive one in return.

When classes resumed, Heeseung felt light-headed and distracted the entire time as he processed the fact that he was going to be around you tomorrow.

Oh god, he sounded like a total loser. Did the mere thought of being in your presence make him nervous? Yes, yes it did. You were just so pretty and sweet, he had no idea what to do. Poor boy, his teeth dug into his bottom lip, clammy palms pressing into the underside of his desk. His knee bounced, and there was absolutely no way that he could even make out a single word the teacher was saying.

Heeseung was going to pass out. 

"Hey, Heeseung?"

That's your voice. It was so pretty and nice on his ears. Was he in heaven? He wouldn't be surprised if your voice was the voice of an angel.

"Heeseung?"

Heeseung was convinced that he was in heaven now. What he wouldn't do to hear your voice every second of his life.

"Heeseung!" another voice interjected. That's what snapped Heeseung out of his daze. Too deep in his head, Heeseung hadn't noticed that the class period ended, and the short passing period had already begun.

At his desk stood Yunjin Huh, Minjeong "Winter" Kim, and... oh my god... you. The three of you had somewhat matching Halloween costumes: Yunjin was a gray mouse, Winter was a cat, and you were a bunny. And now that he looked at it, you all were holding a bag of candy.

While your two friends were giving him the"Are you serious?" looks, you looked at him with wide, kind eyes.

"Heeseung?" your beautiful voice said, fingers reaching into the candy bag that you were holding. "Would you like candy?"

He stared at you. You were giving out candy to everyone in class because it was Halloween... You're such an angel... What did the world do to deserve you...

Winter stepped on Heeseung's foot, snapping him out of his daze once again. The boy let out a small yelp in pain, and as the embarrassment settled in, he heard you let out a small giggle, lips raising up to show off your teeth.

Oh my god, he was going to die.

"Y-Yeah," he stammered out, cursing himself internally. Heeseung couldn't help but feel everyone in class's gaze glued to him. When you handed him a piece of candy, your hand brushed up against his. Heeseung could feel his ears becoming hot, the warmth rising to his neck.

You smiled at him, before saying in a sing-songy voice, "Happy Halloween!"

Heeseung had to force himself not to stare like an absolute fool.

He was really hopeless.

hee: jay i don't think i can do it tomorrow

It was 2AM when Heeseung texted Jay. He spent the entire night thinking about the "date" (probably the least necessary word at the moment), and he simply couldn't sleep.

Heeseung had embarrassed himself too many times in front of you. Like that one time you and him were on cleaning duty together, and he was so distracted by you that he tripped over a bucket of water. Or that one time he sat next to you for a few weeks and his shoes kept squeaking against the floor, making it look like he was farting. Or when he tried to look cool and suave in front of you at some social your friends invited him to only to rip a hole in his pants. And then what happened today... He could not embarrass himself again.

hee: like i think i'm going to die if she sits next to me tomorrow

It was only a matter of seconds when his friend texted back.

jay: you'll be fine trust

Heeseung frowned.

hee: stop lying to me

hee: you know how i am around her

jay: i believe in you

jay: like srsly

hee: that's blind faith

Jay typed for a little bit, before stopping altogether. Heeseung huffed. Did his friend just leave him on read? A few minutes later Jay sent a Wikihow article.

'How to talk to your crush,' it was aptly named. Heeseung deadpanned.

hee: are you being fr right now

jay: give [name] your sexy heeseung charm and you'll be walking off into the sunset hand-in-hand with her in no time

jay: read the article btw

How was this guy an actual person?

hee: kill yourself

jay: give her that passionate, sexy, boiling hot, hotter-than-the-sun, steaming hot heeseung that makes her just want to come up to you and give you the fattest, juiciest kiss on the mouth, i know you can do it soldier

hee: DIE

Heeseung couldn't sleep all night.

At school, the entire day was just plagued with anxiety for what was to come. It didn't help that your friends kept turning around and giving him knowing looks throughout the day. When school finally let out, Heeseung went to the classroom where the birdhouse-painting-bracelet-making-basket-weaving social would be held. His friends told him to go there the moment that school ended, but when he came, there was literally no one there.

Until someone yanked him into the classroom.

"Hey!-" he yelped, before the door slammed. In front of him stood two people that he recognized: Sumin Bae and Sieun Park, two of your friends who also coincidentally were the co-presidents of the Environment and Ecology club.

Sumin cocked a brow at him, crossing her arms. "I hope you're not as hopeless as everyone says you are."

Heeseung opened his mouth to respond, but Sieun cut him off.

"Ugh, that doesn't matter," she pinched her nose-bridge. "We told [Name] to sit near the front, so you better sit there, too."

"Right-" 

Sumin cut him off, too.

"[Name]'s favorite color is pink, and her favorite Sanrio character is Keroppi," Sumin asserted. "And she really likes things that are cute, so like fruit patterns, hearts, stars, yada yada."

Heeseung blinked at them. "And this is relevant how...?"

Sumin and Sieun shared a look.

"You are completely hopeless."

As it turned out, they were giving him details about design-elements that you liked, so that Heeseung could somehow impress you with his birdhouse painting abilities (Jungwon was right, it was birdhouse painting). After info-dumping on him, they kicked him out of the classroom to actually prepare for the social.

As Heeseung was pushed out of the classroom, he bumped into someone. Just as he was about to say, "Watch where you're going," he realized that it was you. 

"Oh, hi, Heeseung!" you greet him cheerfully, your eyes pressing into thin slits as you smile. 

Quick! What does he do? "Hi... [Name]."

"Are you here for the social, too?" The way your eyes gazed at him made him feel shy already.

"Y-Yeah...."

"I didn't know you were interested in the Environment and Ecology club..." You remarked, and Heeseung panicked— Was it obvious that he was here exclusively for you?— but what you said next made him sigh in relief. "That's great! I'm so happy that I finally have someone familiar with me here!"

He's going to faint.

When the social began, you invited him to sit next to you. Heeseung felt stiff as he sat beside you, watching the way that you happily painted your small, wooden birdhouse. Heeseung wanted to start a conversation with you, but each time he thought of something to say, his voice caught in his throat. Sumin and Sieun had given him two dirty looks already, so he needed to make a move now or their efforts would be in vain.

"W-What's that?" he finally stuttered out, pointing to the glob of green on your birdhouse. 

You laugh airily, leaning closer to him so that he can see it better. "Can you guess?"

Heeseung tries to concentrate on guessing, but it's hard when you're close to him. Quick! What's green and something that you like?

"Is that... K-Keroppi?"

"Yeah!" Your face lit up, flashing him a cheeky grin. You nudged him with your elbow, raising your brows at him playfully. "Awww, Hee, you smarty pants! How'd you know?"

Hee?

OhmygodohmygodohmygodyoucalledhimHee.

You stopped laughing, pulling away from him. "Sorry, do you not like being called Hee? Beomgyu sometimes calls you that, so I thought-"

"No, I like it!" Heeseung blurted, a little louder than he wanted to, earning a few questioning looks from people around him. The boy felt abnormally warm, embarrassed at his outburst. "I-I'm okay with you calling me that..."

"Noted!" you said, before your lips curled upward. "Now... are you going to tell me how you could tell that this green blob was Keroppi?"

"Oh uhm..." Heeseung's lips were moving faster than his head, "Y-You dressed up as Keroppi last year for Halloween with Yunjin."

Almost like you were a cartoon character, you perked up at his statement. "You remember?"

Of course he did. How could he forget? You wore a cartoonishly-big red bow around your neck like Keroppi, and had a green Keroppi-style headband. You looked adorable, especially when you went around showing off a Keroppi keychain that you got at the Cinnamoroll Cafe in Hongdae to anyone that was willing to listen.

Heeseung found himself chuckling. "Of course I'd remember your massive red bow."

You stared at him for a few moments, before a bashful grin broke out on your face. You then buried your face in your hands, letting out a groan. "Ughhhh, that's so embarrassing!"

"How?"

It's going good so far, Heeseung thought. Just don't mess it up!

You pouted cutely, your bottom lip jutting out. In the light, he could see the gloss shining off of it so prettily. "My makeup was so fucked up last year, ughhh, it looked so bad."

You? Look bad? Impossible.

"What are you talking about?" Heeseung asked, his doe-like eyes scanning your embarrassed face. "I thought you looked cute."

You stared at him. It took a few pulses for Heeseung to realize what he just said. His face instantly turned three shades warmer and panic was evident in his expression.

"I-I mean— You jus—You were really—"

He shut his mouth when you began laughing. Laughing so hard that you clutched onto his knee, keeling over yourself. His cheeks burned.

You're laughing at him, aren't you? Did he fuck up?

When you noticed the sulky expression on his face, you stopped laughing.

"Sorry, Hee," you said, giving his knee a reassuring squeeze. "It's just... You look so intimidating, when you're really just a sweetheart."

If Heeseung was red before, he was quietly literally the color of a tomato. It was a wonder that the entire room’s temperature didn’t rise given the sheer amount of heat radiating off his person.

"A s-sweetheart?"

"Yeah!" you happily respond. "You're just the cutest, y'know? Like a little puppy."

As much as Heeseung wanted to die happily now that you called him cute, he needed to keep this conversation going. Sucking in a sharp breath, the boy looked at you in the eyes. "W-Well I think the same about you... [Name]."

You looked at him curiously, so he continued, his voice soft and sheepish, "I... also think that you're the cutest."

You blinked at him a few times, before the widest smile that he'd ever seen spread across your cheeks, stretching ear to ear. If only Heeseung wasn't too busy grappling with his shyness, he'd notice the way you let out a soft, bashful giggle, shaking your head and squeezing your eyes shut to keep yourself from being too visibly flustered. Slowly, with all the courage that you had left in you, you raised your hand and placed it on Heeseung's head. You ruffled his soft locks, gushing, "God, you're so cute, Heeseung!"

The rest of the social is filled with soft chatter between the two of you, but Heeseung was honestly too captivated by you to notice the time passing. With his heart on his sleeve, and a sloppily-painted birdhouse in his hands, Heeseung mentally high-fived himself.

Heeseung's friends never heard the end of it. The moment that he got home, Heeseung spammed their groupchat, giving them paragraphs and paragraphs of the events that ensued.

hee: and then she called me cute. like CUTE CUTE, not even like she was alluding it, she used the word CUTE

hee: oh my god i think i'm gonna faint

His friends don't have it in them to flame him. After all, this was progress.

Unbeknownst to him, you were feeling the same things. Everyone knew that Heeseung liked you, except yourself. You had the opposite case: you've had the biggest crush on Heeseung since middle school, but never told a single soul about it. You're a naturally expressive and sweet person, so it was so incredibly hard hiding your feelings for him. 

After all, under that handsome and brooding outer shell, you saw his softness. This past year, you've had so many miscellaneous interactions (at least, it seemed miscellaneous-- everyone but you knew that those interactions were set up) with Heeseung. At the beginning of each interaction, he'd act all mysterious, but as time passed, he'd speak so softly and slowly unravel. 

It was so, so cute. Heeseung was so cute. To say you wanted him would be an understatement. No words were sufficient to fully express the nights that you stayed awake thinking about him, or the makeup looks that you intricately practiced to impress him, or the sheer number of times that you had to hide the fact that you were staring at him.

Maybe you couldn't hide it any longer.

"Wait, what?!"

Heeseung's heart dropped to his stomach the moment he heard the words leave his friend's lips. Chenle Zhong was one of you and Heeseung's mutual friends, and according to him, someone had confessed to you via a letter today.

"Are you serious?" Heeseung asked, pulling his bottom lip into his teeth, chewing pensively. "Do you know who wrote it?"

"Nope, but I'll try to get more info on it," Chenle frowned. "Yunjin says that [Name] laughed at the letter."

When Heeseung didn't say anything, Chenle continued. "Hey, man, that could be a sign, y'know?"

When Heeseung's face morphed into a confused expression, his friend added, "Like, maybe [Name] thinks it's a joke? Maybe she doesn't care for it."

That's what Heeseung hoped for.

Later, Chenle texted him a screenshot of the love letter. To say that Heeseung was appalled would be an understatement. The letter read,

'To my dearest [Name], you're as beautiful as the plum blossoms in the spring. Your lips are soft like pillows, pillows that I would love to fall into an eternal in. I love you, I love you, I'll love you until this paper decomposes and becomes a part of the earth, and maybe then they will be able to force me to forget you. Love, your admirer.'

Heeseung immediately sent it to his groupchat.

jakey: yo who invited shakespeare???

hoon: i had a stroke reading that

sunoo: "your lips are soft like pillows" is crazyyy

hee: chenle gave me updates, apparently [name] knows who the sender is

jay: AND WHO IS THE SENDER??

hee: i don't know

hee: but minjeong says that it's someone from class 2

niki: class 2 is full of snobs

jungwon: i'm still in shock because of "i'll love you until this paper decomposes"

hoon: WHAT IF IT'S JUNGSU HYUNG

niki: oh it's SO over for you heeseung-hyung

As it turned out, it was not, in fact, Jungsu Kim from Class 2, thanks to your friends, who were quite wonderful info-brokers. But he still didn't know who it was.

Laying in bed, Heeseung felt weight on his chest. You laughed at the letter. While that could mean that it was a joke, it could also mean that you thought the person writing the letter was funny... which could mean that you liked them back. Just the mere thought of you with someone else made Heeseung frown deeply. This entire time he was worried about how to act around you, completely ignoring the fact that you yourself could be interested in someone else! God, he was so stupid.

Heeseung needed to know who it was that sent it, and more importantly, if you were romantically interested in them.

Fear makes man do crazy things.

Like walking one's crush to school.

Look, Heeseung was mulling over the situation as he walked to school, when he saw you across the street, walking in the same direction as him. In what could only be called an adrenaline-high, Heeseung ran across the street up to you.

"[Name]!" he called out.

"Heeseung?—Oh my god!"

Poor boy was breathless, flushed in the face. It took him a few moments to catch his breath. Flashing you a grin, Heeseung said, "Let's walk to school together, [Name]."

You're silent for a few moments, before you return the smile. "Of course."

The walk was silent, only the sound of early morning traffic, footsteps against the concrete sidewalk, and the occasional sniffle courtesy of you filling the cold air between the two of you. Speaking of which, your sniffles began to get louder and more frequent. Now out of adrenaline, Heeseung was back to being shy.

Clearing his throat, Heeseung forced his voice out. "Are you— Are you sick?"

You sniffled again, bringing your hand up to swipe your nose. The two of you were at an intersection now, so you pressed the pedestrian button. "No, I just get sniffly when it's cold."

That's. So. Cute. Was what Heeseung was thinking. The way you were rubbing your hands together made you look so adorable, he just wanted to put you in his pocket. 

He must have been staring at you for a while, back in his you-loving daze, because Heeseung did not notice that the streetlight changed, and it was time for the pedestrians to pass.

Not to worry!

Heeseung was completely kicked out of his daze when your smaller hand grabbed his, pulling him along the street. His eyes were glued to the two of your hands, especially where they connected. For someone sniffly, your hands were warm. He liked the way that they fit in his.

Even in the cool morning air, Heeseung suddenly felt warm all over.

You were in the middle of the sidewalk when Heeseung stopped. Feeling bold, he dropped his schoolbag, and began slipping off his thick, black, leather jacket, before draping it over your shoulders. 

When you looked up at him with those curious doe eyes, all his boldness went away.

"Y-You're cold aren't you?" He avoided looking you in the eyes. "Just... Just take it. Y-You can give it back later... or whatever."

You giggled, slipping your arms into the sleeves.

God, you looked so cute in his jacket. Heeseung was going to melt.

And he did melt, because you began doing cute twirls to show off the jacket, posing for him.

"How do I look?" you cheekily asked, popping your leg up. 

Heeseung was speechless, his mouth just left agape. He had to force himself to speak.

"Cute..." he answered, barely audible.

A grin was growing on your face. "Sorry, I didn't hear you. How do I look?"

Heeseung squeezed his eyes shut, huffing. "I said you looked cute!"

The sight of Heeseung's pink cheeks and his cute little pout was enough for you to be satisfied. Before the boy could realize what he said, you picked up his school bag for him, shoving it into one of his hands, before snatching his free hand. You pulled him gently to continue walking, but Heeseung was frozen in place, eyes too busy on you.

"Heeeeee," you elongated your syllables. You squeezed his hand twice, tugging him again. "We can't be late to class, can we?"

Heeseung audibly gulped. "Y-Yeah. You're right.."

You guys began walking again, neither of you wanting to let each other’s hands go.

"And then she held my hand— Isn't that crazy?! She held my hand!"

"Heeseung-hyung, please, I am peeing right now."

It was the lunch period once again. As Heeseung and Sunghoon traversed the hallways to get to the stairwell, the older of two chatted about the events that morning.

"So you held her hand?" Sunghoon asked half-heartedly, barely listening. "And then what?"

Heeseung perked up. "And then we walked to class together, and then she—"

"That's cool and all," the younger friend was walking in front of him. Sunghoon turned over his shoulder. "But did you get any more information about the letter fiasco?"

Oh. 

No, Heeseung didn't.

When they reached the rooftop, his friends gently nudged him to get more information about the letter. 

"You don't want to have one of those 'too late' moments, right?" Jungwon said, chewing on his rice ball. "What if by the time you gather the courage to talk to her, [Name] is already walking off into the sunset hand-in-hand with her secret admirer?!"

"What's with you guys and walking off into the sunset..." Heeseung muttered, running a hand through his hair. 

"I'm serious, hyung!"

"I second that," Jay said lazily.

"I second that," Riki mocked in a squeaky voice, earning him a soft smack at the back of his head.

"Well, what am I supposed to do?" Heeseung asked, frustrated. "I can talk to her or her friends later, but not right now."

Jake scoffed. "What's stopping you from going back inside and talking to [Name] right now?"

The eldest boy didn't have an answer. That's true. There wasn't anything stopping Heeseung from talking to you right now. All the boys were now watching him for an answer, ready to pounce on him for being a coward.

"I don't know!" Heeseung finally said. "I've used up all of my bravery today... I don't think I have it in me to talk to her!"

His friends stared at him questioningly, until the silence was broken by Sunoo taking a loud and very obviously fake phonecall.

"Hi! Yes! Mhm. He's right here. Yeah. Mhm. Thank you!"

Sunoo hung up loudly, and looked at Heeseung with a cocked brow. "I was just on the phone with Yunjin. She says you should probably go talk to [Name]."

Heeseung looked at Sunoo incredulously, but the expectant expressions on his friends' faces made him groan.

"Fine!"

As Heeseung creeped down the school hallway, he came to the classroom that you hung out in at lunch: your homeroom. Standing outside the door, the boy took a deep breath.

Relax, it's just [Name], he had to tell himself, as if that helped at all. What was he even going to say? 

'Hey, are you dating the person that sent you that letter? If you aren't, do you want to get married to me? Haha.'

????

Just as Heeseung was about to slide the door open, he heard a very familiar laugh from inside. Of course he could recognize it. After all, it was you. 

"Yuri is so cute!" he heard you giggle. "She wrote me that little letter as a joke, but I think I'm actually in love with her."

In.

Love.

With.

Her.

"Awww, Yuri, come here and give me a kiss!"

Come.

Give.

You.

A.

Kiss.

"I'm gonna marry you, Yuri!"

Marry.

You.

Yuri.

To Heeseung, everyone was an enemy. No matter their gender or class, the moment that he heard that you got a love letter, everyone became a suspect. It all made sense now. Yuri Jo, the 'Yuri' that you were talking about and to, was from Class 2. He knew that you and her were friends, but he didn't know that you were romantically interested in her. 

Jungwon was right. Now you were going to walk off into the sunset hand-in-hand with her!

hee: guys what if [name] is already taken :(

jakey: what are you on about this time

There was something scary about a 6-feet tall guy mulling around and sulking all day, so luckily no one got in Heeseung's way as he brooded. Unfortunately, he felt his heart hurt whenever he looked at you. Almost cartoonishly, he'd turn away, close his eyes in dramatic pain, and pout. Although he acted a little bit theatrical, it was no doubt that Heeseung felt sad. He really thought he had a chance with you, and now he felt stupid.

Except, he was stupid.

But for a different reason.

"Jesus Christ, you're actually hopeless, Heeseung."

After school, your friends cornered him, somewhere where you wouldn't see. His friends were somehow in close communication with your friends.

"I can't believe you thought me and [Name] were actually dating!"

Heeseung scowled, crossing his arms over his chest, as he leaned against a locker. Before him stood Yunjin, Winter, Yuri, along with a few other of your friends, Hitomi and Minju. 

"I don't know!" Heeseung huffed. "Everyone is an enemy to me—” he glanced at Yuri— “Including Yuri.”

Yunjin scoffed in disbelief. "You're insane."

Soooo... You weren't in any romantic relationship with anyone. Yuri sent you that letter as a joke, and you were just really close to her. Good.

"I don't know how I feel about this guy getting with our [Name]," Winter muttered to Hitomi and Minju, but loud enough for Heeseung to hear.

"Hey!"

"I know, he's a total dumbass," Minju grumbled back.

"Dude, I'm right here!"

Hitomi rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Well, are you free on Friday after school?"

"Yeah, why?" They always asked Heeseung that question when they had some crazy plan up their sleeve. Not like he was any better.

"Wellll," Hitomi began in a sing-songy voice. "[Name] really wants to go to that Cinnamoroll Sweet Cafe in Hongdae on Friday, but none of us are available."

Heeseung nodded slowly. 

"I think it'd be a good way for you to get closer to her, dontcha think?"

And that's how Heeseung scored his first (unofficial) date with you

When your friends told you that Heeseung would accompany you to Hongdae, you almost jumped for joy. Almost. Friday couldn't come any faster. The plan was that you'd meet Heeseung at the train station at 4:30PM, meaning that you had a bit of time to change and get ready. You didn't want to get too ahead of yourself and call it a date, but oh boy did you want to.

What were you going to wear? What if you were too formal? Should you go for a casual look or something more put-together? You needed to impress him!

When Friday came, you practically ran home to get ready. You perfected your makeup, and put on your prettiest outfit. Spraying yourself with your signature perfume, you looked in the mirror. Hopefully, he'll like how you look. 

At the corner of your eye, you spot a black, leather jacket. His black, leather jacket. Without even thinking, you slinked toward it, slipping into the jacket. It smelled like him, the faint scent of his cologne lingering on the leather.

With a final glance in the mirror, you left for the train station.

On the other hand, to say that Heeseung was nervous for the date was an understatement. His heart was about to fall out of chest. He changed into something more casual, made sure to brush out his disheveled hair, and reapplied his cologne. He came to the train station 20 minutes early, just in case something went terribly wrong. He glanced at his phone. For the date, he managed to get a hold of your number, for “communication purposes.” He’d wanted to text you all week, but didn’t have the courage to.

“Hee?” your soft voice calling his name got his attention. Behold, you standing there before him, all dolled up and pretty. This must be the sight he’ll see when he enters heaven, he thought. 

“Hi,” he said, his eyes glazing over your face. You were so pretty. Did you dress up for him? He didn’t want to get ahead of himself, but the idea that you wanted to look good for him made Heeseung’s heart skip a beat. “You look…”

He didn’t mean to say that. You smile bashfully. “I look…?”

“So pretty,” Heeseung breathed. “You look so pretty.”

“Thank you,” you smile. Your fingers reach for the hem of his shirt, playing with it, which sends his heart racing. “Well, I think you look handsome, Hee.”

“Th-Thanks.”

The two of you stare into each other’s eyes for a few moments, and Heeseung swears that you’re looking at his lips. You spoke up, breaking the silence. “You notice anything about me?”

Heeseung grasped the collar of his jacket gently with both hands. “My jacket.”

“I was going to give it back to you earlier,” you begin, eyes trained on his lips, “But I think I’ll keep it for today, yeah? Since I look so pretty in it.”

“Oh fuck,” Heeseung cursed under his breath, loud enough for you to hear it and giggle. “Yeah, you can keep it for as long as you want.”

“As long as I want?” you purred, taking a step closer to him. Although it wasn’t clear to anyone else, you were a mess inside. Your heart was palpitating so hard that you could hear it in your ears. Your throat felt dry, and your hands were shaking with mere anxiety and excitement. “What about forever?”

Heeseung cracked a grin. “Do whatever you want. You’re pretty.”

If it wasn’t for the train announcement, you thought you would have kissed his pretty lips right then and there. Taking Heeseung’s hand, you led him to your train cart. 

“Let’s go, Hee.”

The train is much more packed than you expected, but it was the beginning of the weekend after all. The trip from Gyeonggi Province to Hongdae should take no less than an hour. Unfortunately, because of the amount of people in the train, you and Heeseung had to stand for the majority of the time. It should have been uncomfortable, but it simply wasn't. Because you were with Heeseung.

Standing only a few inches away from the boy, your chests almost pressed against each other. You could feel his breath fan your cheeks. The both of you held onto the pole, hands barely brushing against each other when the cart shook against the rails. 

At some point, the shaking was a lot more aggressive than it had previously been. Instinctively, your hand reached for his broad shoulders for stability. Likewise, Heeseung reached for your waist, holding you in place. You and Heeseung shared a long, drawn-out look, eyes getting lost in one another's, before you both avert your gazes shyly, muttering, "sorry." Yet, neither of you moved your hands from their newfound positions.

As minutes passed on the train, your eyes were glued to Heeseung, at least when he wasn't watching. 

You loved the reddish blush that naturally decorated his under-eyes, and the natural corally red at tinted the tip of his ears. His glossy eyes and heart-shaped lips had to be your favorite feature of his, if not for his large, yet delicate hands, so gentle and soft.

You were deep in thought when you suddenly felt a hand creeping on your leg. Nimble fingers from behind, brushing up against the hem of your dress. From the corner of your eye, you saw an older man. He looked unkempt and scruffy, like a delinquent– but nothing like Heeseung. Heeseung looked much better than him.

The man reeked of cigarettes and musk. A nasty grin spread across his face as he peered down at your exposed legs. His hands creeped toward them again, now slightly pushing your dress up. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, your entire body stiffening. Your heart began to pound in your chest, your cheeks and skin feeling hot. 

Panic overtook your system. Your once soft breaths became much shorter and quicker, inhaling and exhaling shallow air.

You’ve never been in a situation like this; you’d  never wished, thought, or even considered something like this happening to you– why would you? You had no idea what to do, and were not at all prepared for this. The train was packed to the brim, this man was much bigger and stronger than you, and you did not know how to fight.

The hand moved past your skirt, now under it and directly in contact with your skin. The hand felt dirty, brushing against you. A small frantic whimper escaped your lips when the man’s hand squeezed your bare thigh. It was a small sound, barely audible in the vast bustle of the subway. However, someone did hear it.

Heeseung, doe-eyed and lost in his own world, immediately darted his eyes over to you the moment he heard a sound of discomfort. 

When your eyes met, you could only signal helplessly. Your gaze was wide, pupils dilated, with fear and panic. Heeseung’s eyes narrowed, staring into your eyes for a moment before analyzing your expression. The way you were extremely tense and overwrought casted a sense of suspicion in his head, and your eyes that were seemingly pleading him made him think.

Help, your eyes said.

Heeseung’s dark eyes flickered from your face, to your entire body language, and back to your face, before he spotted a few, foreign fingers creeping around your leg area.

Your shifty eyes kept moving from Heeseung’s to the side, but now that he looked at it, it was like they were pointing behind you. And lo and behold, behind you was a musky pervert, who was shamelessly touching you.

“[Name]…” he whispered. His fists clenched, teeth gritting. He sucked in a deep breath, feeling anger build up in his stomach. You whimpered again in response. He brought a hand to ghost over your shoulder, pushing you very, very, gently to the side. “Move.”

He wound up his fist and sent the hardest punch he could muster to the man square in the jaw.

The man lurched back immediately, his hand moving far, far, away from you. A groan left his lips, his head being thrown back in pain. The man’s fall had pushed a few other people down as well. Other bystanders watched on in shock. Some took out their phones to record and take pictures, others to tell their friends.

You just stood still, leaning into Heeseung, whose fist was a faint red color. With a very careful hand, he brushed the lifted hem of your dress down, which had been messed with earlier.

The man quickly got up once he noticed the new and tense silence over the subway cart.

“Hey!” he shouted, pushing himself up from his downtrodden position. “You little punk, who the fuck do you think you-”

The train announcer called for the stop. Heeseung, ignoring the man, took your arm, pulling you out the door. Before he himself left, Heeseung landed a kick to the man’s crotch, muttering, “Fucking bastard.”

"W-Wait, Hee-!"

Heeseung was silent as the train doors opened, only pulling you along with him. When the two of you were far from the train, he finally stopped, turning to you.

"Are you okay?" was all he asked. You shifted uncomfortably at the thought of what happened earlier.

"Y-Yeah..." you played with the hem of his jacket sheepishly. "Thanks for what you did back there."

Heeseung jolted up at the mention. He didn't love using violence, despite his 'delinquent' reputation, especially in front of you. His hands joined yours at the hem of his jacket, shyly brushing up against yours. 

"Next time," he began, beginning to play with the zipper, "I'll fight every person on that train so that you can sit."

You smiled softly. "You don't have to do that, Hee."

Heeseung slowly zipped up his jacket on you, meeting your eyes, before straightening out your collar. 

"But I want to," he breathed. You gazed at him. His hands were still on the collar of the jacket, close to your face. You noticed the red smudges on his knuckles from punching the man on the train. You took that hand, opening it up, and nuzzling your cheek into it. You took his other hand. To Heeseung's surprise, you pressed soft kisses on his knuckles, rubbing them with your thumb.

"What are you..." his breath hitched when your eyes flickered to his, holding steady eye-contact. 

You pressed one last kiss on his palm. "Thank you, Hee. Really."

"Of course, [Name]," he finally whispered. "Anything for you."

And so, your first date with Heeseung began.

The sweet scent of cinnamon and pastries hit your noses the moment you guys stepped into the Cinnamoroll Cafe. When you were seated, you took a look at the menu. So far, the date was going smoothly. Other than the run-in at the beginning, the chemistry between the two of you was sparking. The conversation was flowing, and if that already wasn't a dream come true, you kept touching Heeseung. On your end, you were practically vibrating in your seat with the sheer amount of excitement you had bubbling in you. You couldn't believe you were on a date with the Heeseung Lee sharing a strawberry banana parfait. 

"Hee," you said, motioning him to come closer to you. He did, so you cupped his cheek, bringing your thumb up to wipe a stray piece of the parfait from his cheek. 

"Oh-" Heeseung's face reddened. How embarrassing! Did you think he was a slob now? You only giggled, bringing both hands up to hold his face. You squished the boy's cheeks, laughing at the way his brows cutely crashed into each other.

"You're so cute, Hee," you said, playing with his cheeks. "The cutest."

That's all you, he thought. You're going to drive him crazy.

Or, at least he thought he thought.

Did he just say that out loud? Heeseung groaned when you threw your head back laughing, hiding his own face in your palms. You chuckled.

Feeling bold, you cupped his cheeks again. You leaned closer, holding his face close to yours. You kissed a soft and chaste kiss on his nose. You couldn't help the heat that rose to your cheeks as the boy flopped over the table, hiding his face in his arms. You ran your fingers through his hair comfortingly, cooing at his cuteness.

"You can't do this to me," Heeseung murmured.

You laughed. It wouldn't hurt to tease him a little more, right? You leaned down, giving the boy another kiss. This time, though, you kissed the top of his head.

"Hee, baby, you're just the cutest, you know that right?"

Heeseung combusted.

After the Cafe, Heeseung and you walked around the Hongdae Festival Street. By now, it was beginning to get darker outside, the air cooling down. It was cold, but to Heeseung, it was perfect, because now he had an excuse to hold your hand. As the two of you walked and talked, you enjoyed the sight of the lights and bustling street. 

Suddenly, a new voice interrupted the two of you's conversation. Turning around, you saw two guys who looked around your age. They were holding a camera and a microphone.

"Hi!" they said, smiling. "We're interviewing couples in Hongdae, would you guys like to be in it? We’ll blur your faces."

Heeseung glanced your joined hands, then back at the two guys, then back at your hands, "O-Oh, we're not a coupl—"

You cut him off. "Of course, we'd love to!"

You flashed Heeseung a grin, squeezing his hand twice, almost as if to say, 'Just go with it.' His ears began to burn, his neck prickling with warmth, before clearing his throat. "Y-Yeah..." he squeezed your hand, "We'd love to."

The two guys cheered, turning on their camera. "All right, first question. How did you guys meet?"

"We went to middle school together," you were quick to answer. "I thought he was really cute, but we didn't start talking until this year."

You didn't know what the fuck you were saying. Was it risky to be so truthful for an internet interview, right in front of your long-time crush? Absolutely. But your heart was pounding so hard in your chest, simply waiting for Heeseung's response.

On the other hand, Heeseung's mind was in complete shambles. Were you telling the truth? The way you answered so smoothly with absolutely no hesitation made it almost seem natural.

"And you?" the interviewer asked. "What did you think about her when you first met?"

"I—" Heeseung's breath hitched. "I thought she was the most beautiful person I'd ever seen."

The way you glanced at him made Heeseung's heart feel like it was about to fall out. "I.. I still think that."

Your expression was unreadable, your lips pressing into a thin line. Then, a huge smile broke out on your face.

"Awww, Heeeee! I didn't know you thought about me like that!" You squeezed his hand again, and he squeezed it back.

"How long have you guys been together?" the interviewer asked.

"We just started dating!" You answered enthusiastically, a weird, surprised sound coming from Heeseung.

The rest of the interview went smoothly, with you mostly answering the questions. You quietly thanked the interviewers, and you and Heeseung were on your way.

Your words kept ringing in Heeseung's head.

Especially your answer to the question, "Why did you like him?"

You answered, "Because he's so perfect."

Heeseung? Perfect? He couldn't believe his ears! Were you telling the truth?

A calm silence fell over you and Heeseung as you walked the bustling streets of Hongdae. That question lingered in his mind, and before he knew it, his mouth was moving faster than his mind.

"Did you mean anything you said?"

His voice seemed to reverberate against the night air, ringing in his ears. You chewed on your lip. Then, you sucked in a sharp breath.

"Of course, Hee," you finally answered. "If it's you, I mean everything."

Heeseung sucked his bottom lip into his teeth, biting down so hard he drew blood. Once again, his hands found home on the hem of his jacket draped over you. 

"Good." He couldn't meet your eyes, not with the knowledge that you meant everything you said. He forced his attention onto the hem of the leather jacket that you were wearing, too shy to look at you. 

Heeseung only looked up when he felt your thumb pressing against his lip, eyes widening.

"Don't bite your lip too hard, Hee," you said, a smile in your voice. You thumb swiped against his lip, wiping off the small blotch of blood on it. "You'll bleed, and I'll have to kiss it better."

Heeseung's tongue darted out to swipe over his bleeding lip, brushing against your thumb. "What if I want you to kiss it better?"

"Well, then you better not keep me waiting."

His eyes flickered to your lips. He wanted to kiss them so bad. They looked so soft. What would they taste like? You liked strawberries— maybe they'd taste like that. When he didn't say or do anything, you changed the topic, unable to hide the disappointment in your face.

"Did you mean it?" You asked. "When you said that I was the most beautiful person you'd ever seen?"

"Oh my god, yes," Heeseung said under his breath, eyes still trained on your lips. "Always."

Another silence fell of you two, simply getting lost in each other's eyes. Maybe it was something in the Hongdae air, but Heeseung felt brave. His hand slithered to your waist, bringing you closer to him. When you slid your hands up his chest, resting them on his shoulders, Heeseung audibly gulped. Your faces inched closer and closer, until you could feel his breath against your cheek. You wanted to lean in and close the gap so bad. And you could tell that he wanted to, too.

Just as you were about to, however, the sound of a car honking and tires screeching interrupted you. Heeseung instinctively pulled away, his head whipping around to look at the commotion.

Oh hell no.

You were not going to let that stop you.

You snatched Heeseung's hand, before pulling him with you. You don't know how much you ran, or for how long, but you ran and ran until you found an empty alleyway.

You pushed him against the hard, concrete wall, a bit harsher than you expected too. Holding him by his shoulders, you put all your weight on him, caging him against the wall.

"You'd let me kiss you, right?" you rasped, out of breath.

Heeseung, also breathless, stared at you, lips parted. 

"I thought I already said," he breathed, "Do whatever you want. You're pretty."

With that, you crashed your lips onto his. His lips were soft, a little chapped. It felt so surreal. The scent of his cologne made you feel dizzy. When you pulled away, it was evident that he was feeling the same as you were. 

It was a chaste kiss, but the tension was so thick in the air. Somehow, that made it even more intimate.

"Wow..." was all Heeseung could utter. Under the moonlight, with you pressed up against him, you looked so goddamn pretty. Your face was illuminated with the pale light, making you look like an angel. Was he in heaven? Did he die yet? He wouldn't mind if he died right then and there, now that you (you!) kissed him. "Fuck, you're gonna kill me, [Name]."

"But you'd like it, right? Because I'm so pretty." The teasing tone in your voice would normally make Heeseung melt, but all he could do was grin. 

"You know I would."

The rest of the night, you and Heeseung don't kiss anymore. Not because you guys didn't want to kiss, but because the adrenaline wore off, and now the both of you were shy. It was almost comical, the way both of you completely reverted back to your bashful and sheepish selves, barely able to make eye-contact with each other.

"Thank you for tonight, Hee," you hummed, as you and Heeseung walked to the train station, hand-in-hand. "I had a lot of fun."

He scanned your face. The slight curve on your lips (oh god, your lips, the way the corner of your lip had a smudge of lipstick from kissing him earlier —how badly he wanted to kiss them again) was contagious. "Of course. I had a lot of fun, too."

The train ride back was quiet. You eventually began dozing off, resting your head on his shoulder.

"You did what?!" was the collective reaction of both you and Heeseung's friends. After that Friday together, you called together all of your friends to your house, to spill the beans. Likewise, Heeseung forced every single one of his friends into his living room.

"Ouuu, you little flirt!" Yunjin exclaimed. Currently, Yunjin, Winter, Hitomi, Yuri, and Minju were seated on your bedroom floor, while you dramatically flopped around on your bed. 

It was now that you explained to your friends your long-time crush on Heeseung, much to their pleasant surprise.

"And then what happened?" Minju asked, filing her finger-nails. "Did you profess your undying love for him?"

You groaned into your pillow. "I can't!"

"Why not?" Winter quirked a brow. "You guys literally kissed."

You let out another groan. "What if he doesn't like me like that?"

Your friends deadpanned.

Heeseung Lee didn't like you. He loved you. They would know better than anyone.

"[Name], honey, you're overthinking it," Yuri nudged you with her foot. "He gave you his jacket. I think that says enough."

"Well, what if I'm just getting ahead of myself and he's just being nice?"

"Girl..."

Heeseung had a similar reaction.

All of his friends stared at him like he just punched their grandmothers.

"You can't be serious right now, hyung..." Sunghoon said, pinching his nose-bridge.

All of his friends were piled onto one couch, while Heeseung laid out on the one across from them, almost like they were in a therapy session. 

"What if she just thinks I'm a good friend?" Heeseung used his hands to speak, theatrically moving them.

"What makes you think that?" Sunoo asked incredulously. 

Heeseung groaned. "[Name] tells Yuri Jo that she wants to marry her and they're good friends."

"Okay, and?"

"Well," Heeseung huffed. "What if [Name] kissed me because she sees me the same way that she sees Yuri?"

"Well, I'm good friends with Jungwon-hyung and I don't kiss him," Riki said matter-of-factly.

"Right..." Jungwon nodded his head slowly. "Hyung, do you really think a good friend would pin you against a wall and kiss you?"

"Do you think a good friend would kiss you three times and then call you cute like a bajillion other times?!" Jake chimed in.

"Let alone choose to keep your jacket?!" Jay sounded tired.

Heeseung clasped his hands together, thinking for a few moments.

"Yes."

All of his friends groaned in defeat.

"You're hopeless."

After a lot of urging and cross-communication between friend-groups, both of your friends managed to convince both you and Heeseung to confess to each other the next Monday.

"What if I faint the moment she says my name?" Heeseung catastrophized to Jay in the school bathroom. 

"Uh, I doubt that, hyung."

Heeseung texted you to meet him under the stairwell, and that was when he was going to confess. On your end, the moment that he texted that, you decided that you'd confess to him then.

When the time came, Heeseung headed out to the stairwell. His hands were clammy, and even when he wiped him on his uniform pants, he couldn't stop the trembling of his hands. What if everyone was instilling false hope in him? Gosh, Heeseung thought he was going to throw up. His stomach was churning, he was going to collapse if he saw you right now—

"Hee?" Your voice broke him out of his internal spiral. Seemingly, there was a halo around you, a light so bright that Heeseung was blinded.

"H-Hi," he stammered, straightening out his posture and clearing his throat.

Your hands were clasped behind your back, leaning forward toward him. "You wanted to talk to me, yeah?"

Heeseung couldn't bring himself to meet your gaze, his shoes suddenly becoming interesting. "Y-Yeah..."

The hallway where the stairwell was located was beginning to feel stuffy. Heeseung had never felt so nervous in his life. He was light-headed, barely able to even balance himself.

"Hee," you reached out to touch his arm, noticing his discomfort. "Let's go outside, okay?"

Going outside should have helped him cool down, but when you shrugged on his leather jacket to combat the cool air, Heeseung realized that there was no way in hell that he was going to get through this confession without dropping dead. 

The two of you walked around the school yard for a few minutes in silence. 

How should he start this confession? He had Sunghoon and Jake write out a script for him, and he spent the entire night memorizing it, but now in your presence he couldn't remember a single word. Should he have written a letter like Yuri Jo? Heeseung couldn't possibly contain himself.

"Hee," you finally said, disrupting the silence. "I have something to tell you."

Heeseung's mind wandered to the worst case scenario. 

You're going to tell him that you're moving across the world to marry the love of your life, aren't you? You're going to say that he's a great friend and that you just got a boyfriend, right? 

No, he needed to tell you his feelings first! If he didn't now, he'd never, and he'd burst into a million pieces!

"M-Me too!" he blurted, stopping in his tracks. 

You blinked at him, then smiled.

Oh, no! It's actually happening!

He could already hear your voice saying, "Hi, Heeseung, my boyfriend just proposed to me and you're invited to the wedding."

You sucked in a breath, parting your lips to speak.

He needed to tell you first! The little demons in his head kept replaying the scene of you asking him to be your groom of honor at your wedding with the love of your life next Saturday. He could hear the marriage officiant announcing, “I now pronounce you husband and wife” at your wedding, and he imagined himself sitting in that little wedding venue holding back tears.

Oh my god, he needed to say it now, or he'll never say it ever!

"Hee, I really--"

Heeseung cut you off. He squeezed his eyes shut, hands balling into fists.

"I like you, [Name]!" he yelled.

.

.

.

You stared at him in disbelief. Or were you flustered? Heeseung couldn't tell. With too much adrenaline in his veins, Heeseung threw away all the preparation and drafted scripts he and his friends made for this very moment.

"I-I.. I like you so much, I'm scared that I'm going to explode!" Heeseung continued shouting at you. He had no idea what he was saying. All he was doing was telling you the thoughts he'd had about you all this time. "You're so, so, so pretty and I can't believe that you're an actual, real, physical, person, and you make me feel so fucking stupid, I can't take it."

Your eyes were bulging out of your head at this point, your jaw dropped. 

"I've never liked anyone like I've liked you, a-and I just wanted to tell you this before you... you go off with someone else!"

Heeseung kept his eyes shut when he was done confessing, letting out a labored breath. There was no way that he could face you. The silence that fell over the two of you made Heeseung's heart sink to the bottom of his stomach. He squeezed his eyes in embarrassment. He gripped the hem of his shirt to relieve the bubbling anxiety inside him. Gosh, he was going to puke.

After a few moments, nothing happened. You didn't say a word. Did you just leave him there standing? Of course, you did. You were probably too kind and angelic to outright reject him. He was a fool to think that he had a chance with you—

Heeseung heard footsteps, and before he could react, he felt a pair of lips on his.

His eyes shot open.

You.

Were.

Kissing.

Him.

!!!

After he confessed!

Poor boy was so stiff, eyes wide.

Did that mean you liked him back?

You pulled away.

Usually, you had a reassuring smile on your face by default. Even during times where you were embarrassed, you almost never showed it on your face.

But this time, your entire face was painted with a flustered expression. Your cute lips jutted out in a mini pout, while your eyes were glued to the ground, avoiding his gaze.

A few pulses passed.

"I... I like you, too... by the way," you murmured.

Another few pulses passed.

You. Liked. Him.

Nonononono wait, was he dreaming?

You.

YOU.

The beautiful, angelic you. 

Liked him.

Without thinking, Heeseung stepped forward, gently grabbing your face.

"You're real, right?" he breathed. When glossy eyes stared back at him, Heeseung felt warmth spread across his chest. Your lips looked so appealing right now, he was craving them again. "I'm not dreaming, yeah?"

You blinked at him a few times. The corners of your lips quirked upward.

"Why, because I'm 'so pretty that you can't believe I'm real?' " your voice had a teasing tone in it, referencing his earlier confession. Heeseung chuckled, letting go of your face so that he could slide his hands to where they belonged: around your waist.

"Just kiss me," he mumbled, looking at you with lidded eyes.

You grinned. "Gladly."

With that, you smashed your lips onto his. Instead of the chaste, soft, kisses that you shared earlier, this one was different. You shoved your tongue into Heeseung's mouth, exploring all its crevices. Poor boy was so surprised that he squeezed your waist, letting out a small whine. The feeling of you smirking against his lips gave him butterflies.

You finally pulled away breathless, but gave him no time to breathe. You grasped his chin, giving you easy control. 

"You drive me so crazy," he murmured against the shell of your ear.

You pressed a kiss at the juncture between his neck and ear. "I drive you crazy?" you cocked your brow.

"You," you muttered. You began pressing kisses down his jaw. 

“Drive.” 

Kiss.

“Me.” 

Kiss. 

“So-” 

Kiss.

"Fucking-" 

Kiss.

"Crazy."

Before you could pounce on him with more kisses, Heeseung, red in the face, flopped over you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. He let out a cute groan.

"What, are you getting shy on me?" you teased him, running your fingers through his hair. He shook his head against your shoulder, making you coo.

"I can't believe you like me back, that's all," he mumbled, muffled by your shoulder. 

You laughed. "How? I feel like I was so obvious."

Heeseung looked up at you with pink cheeks, frowning. "You don't even want to know how hopelessly in love with you I was."

You quirked a brow at him. 

"Yeah?" You pecked his forehead. "Try me."

Heeseung let out a breathy chuckle. He attacked your lips.

"How about I show you?"

FIN.

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playful delicacies

pairing: lee heeseung x fem!reader, ft. hyung line cameo

genre: domestic boyfriend!au | fluff, just fluff | college!au | established relationship

༄࿔˚✧ synopsis: a collection of moments with heeseung, shared over meals and snacks. a riff off of timestamps.

word count: 4.1k

cherry wine

You were welcomed home by a frustrated looking Heeseung. You watched with amusement as he placed an aggressive kiss on your forehead and shuffled his way back to his desk set up in the living room, glaring at the screen. From your position in the doorway, you stared as his screen went gray again, signaling his character’s death and you couldn’t help but laugh at his expense.

Heeseung sent a glare your way and exclaimed, “Yeah. Yup. I’m done! I’m over this.” And he ALT-F4’d right out of a ranked game.

While you were fond of games yourself, there was a reason Heeseung and you only played simple survival games together, over tactical first person shooters, or god-forbid, League of Legends. Despite his cute pleas to play with him, and his forced “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll carry us!” after your 14th death, you knew better to stay out of his way. You found his frustration cute, and it was far better to witness it as a bystander, than to be its source.

He shuffled to where you stood, as you looked over the ingredients you bought from the grocery. Heeseung stared at you with anticipation, knowing that there was only one person in this household who could cook. He had no idea what you had in mind for dinner with those ingredients. And, neither did you, yet. 

“How are the games going?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” he pouted. You bit your bottom lip to spare him of extra laughter, opting to wrap an arm around his waist and pull him closer to you. He sighed into your temple and squeezed you.

“How was work?” Your part time job at the nearest ramen shop was grueling at times, especially on Fridays. Luckily, you filled the awkward lunch to afternoon shift, so you had time to stop by the market on your way home.

“Wasn’t too bad,” you replied. “Mrs. Sohn stopped by with her daughter. They asked me about you.”

Heeseung was a regular at the shop like Mrs. Sohn, going there long before you stumbled in a year ago, looking for a second job. You pulled away to see Heeseung look at you with a grimace. “They said something weird, didn’t they?”

“Asked if you dumped me yet,” you snickered. “Mrs. Sohn will never relent to get you to date her daughter.”

Heeseung groaned, his ears tinting with red. “Yeah, I think I’d rather talk about my games.” You found his passiveness with Mrs. Sohn too funny. He made sure to make it obvious just how in love he was with you if he stopped by the shop and she was there - amping up the lovely nicknames, and raising his voice when he called you babe. It never bothered you, because you knew how he felt about you and because you found it funny how Heeseung was too nice to the point where he felt bad.

Shifting your attention back to the problem at hand - both of your grumbling tummies - you hummed. You grasped a carrot in your hand and poked him with it. You glanced at Heeseung and caught his eye.

“Wanna get take out?”

“Should we just order delivery?” He said at the same time.

Thirty minutes later Heeseung set up two large pizzas in front of where you sat on the floor by the coffee table, and you prepared him with the latest League of Legends LCK highlight clips on the TV.

“Oh!” You gasped and jumped towards the kitchen. “I bought this on my way home.” You pulled a bottle of cherry wine from the fridge and grabbed two unceremonious mason jars.

Heeseung smiled as you brought them over, taking the bottle so he could open it for you.

You clinked jars with one hand and held pizza in the other, your legs intertwined over his, and you both drunkenly screamed at the TV. Heeseung yelled a mix of “What was that?!” and a couple curses, while you cheered in disbelief at the plays on the screen.

hot chocolate, extra whip

Winter wasn’t always your favorite season. Winter was cold and energy consuming, taking time for layers after layers and for running into buildings to beat the flashing snow. December was for hot packs stuffed in pockets, red runny noses, and staying home to avoid its bitter cold.

That was before you met Heeseung.

Each snowfall with him was treated as the first, him eagerly (and rarely) waking before you to revel in the white rooftops outside your apartment window. However, for the third snowfall of the season, you woke to find a sleepy and disheveled Heeseung making toast in the kitchen in silence.

When he noticed you emerging from the doorway he smiled, “Did I wake you?”

You shook your head, although you were confused why he hadn’t woken you.

Heeseung wiped his sleepy eyes and stretched his arms above his head with a yawn. “Don’t know I woke up so early -  I guess I was excited. It’s snowing!”

Mirroring him, you let out a yawn as well. “Hee, it’s almost 12 o’clock. When did you wake up?”

He stared blankly at you, knowing where you were going with this. “Like, 30 minutes ago.” You stared back. “Okay, like 10, but still! Earlier than you is still early in my book.” He beamed as if it was something to take pride in.

You left him to freshen up in the bathroom and get ready for a day of doing nothing with Heeseung. Maybe you’d go to a café with him and sit by a fire, or go outside and kick snow at each other or whatever he wanted to do.

When you came back, he was sitting on the couch, a random documentary lulling in the background, with a portable heater turned up by his toes. 

He pointed to a mug sitting on the counter, one matching his own on the coffee table. 

You smiled as you brought it along with you to sit next to him. “Hot chocolate?”

He smirked, and pulled out a red canister. Heeseung shook it before adding some whipped cream atop your drink. “I forgot I bought this the other day.”

You gigged as you watched him spray some directly into his mouth. He met your eyes and offered you some, and when you shook your head he opted to add extra on top of the slowly melting cream still in your mug.

Taking a sip and leaning into him further, you snickered. “You forgot I was lactose intolerant again.”

Heeseung’s eyes widened in shock, oh shit, and you laughed at his embarrassed face - whipped cream smeared at the corner of his mouth. You kissed it away and rolled your eyes. 

“Sorry.” Then he added with a sly whisper, “Lactaid’s in the bathroom cabinet.”

You set your hot chocolate down to, lovingly, smother your boyfriend.

Winter was for lengthy mornings in bed under the covers in his embrace. Winter was for snowball fights during Seoul’s first snowfall and for loving shoves into piles of snow. December was for the holidays spent with him, his hands stuffed into your pockets and flowers given to you on Christmas.

Winter was for Heeseung.

miso ramen

A college senior of yours was actually the one to suggest you look for a different job last year. “The clinic pays you dirt and doesn’t offer you a lot of hours, why are you still there?”

You playfully pushed her. “It’s for my resume! You know that.”

“You should quit and work at a restaurant - at least you’d get some free meals on top of pay. When I worked at the sushi place I never had to make my own dinner.” She was looking out for you, typical older sister-like duties.

You nodded in agreement and decided to follow her advice. But rather than quitting the clinic, you stubbornly just took it upon yourself to get a second job.

“Which one would you recommend?” You asked, taking a seat at an empty barstool. You kind of just wandered in here hungry after your study session and meeting with your senior. She had left you to meet with her boyfriend so you were off to have dinner by yourself.

The worker behind the counter hummed in thought, and before he could reply, a boy two seats down shyly answered, “Miso ramen.”

The worker nodded in agreement, “Well said from our number one customer himself.”

You smiled at the boy and placed your order, miso ramen with extra firm noodles and ginger on the side. 

The food was delicious and the atmosphere was better and you couldn’t help but notice a small sticker on their register when you went up to pay. HELP WANTED.

You interviewed on the spot and were asked to start three weeks later.

At the beginning of working there, Heeseung used to like to tease you about how he got you the job, how he had talked with the owner afterwards and complimented your manners. He would hang out a little even after finishing his food to talk to you and the other workers, and conveniently he only ever came at the awkward times after lunch, when there were less customers and less noise. You learned more about Heeseung as you cleaned tables and served food. You learned how at the time, he was in his final year in the architecture undergrad program at your university. He had morning classes most days, and a Thursday studio block that ended around 3 - hence his usual Thursday lunch-dinner at the shop.

But after 3 months of working there, you had learned the truth. That he had actually joked with the owner that if you were hired he would come more often just to see you. When the owner told you this, casually during a lunch rush hour, you chuckled.

“I didn’t order this,” Heeseung tilted his head towards you, the following Thursday. You had placed a single scoop of green tea ice cream onto his now empty table and sat down with him. Nevertheless, he quickly dove in with a spoon.

“Most people would say ‘thank you’ for a free dessert,” you said to him pointedly. 

He gave you a silly smile, giddy with the scoop in his hands. He jested, “Now, what did I do to deserve such a treat?”

“I get off in 20 minutes,” you simply stated and left to tend to a nearby customer.

You returned some dishes to the kitchen sink and glanced towards the front of the house to see Heeseung paying. He had to know what you had meant, right?

When you had waved your goodbyes to your coworkers, shoving your apron into your bag as you left. You frowned when you didn’t see Heeseung waiting for you outside. Your shop had a bit of a queue outside waiting for open seats, but he was nowhere to be found. Sighing with disappointment, oblivious men, you started walking down the street to the subway station.

As you walked, you started second-guessing yourself, cringing at the thought of Maybe he did know and this was his way of rejecting you? But there was no way someone would hang out that often after his meal to talk to you as often as he did? But he was a regular and friends with the owner, not just you…

A running figure towards you pulled you out of your thoughts as you neared the stairs to the station.

“Oh my god! I am so dumb,” Heeseung exclaimed, catching your shoulders in his arms. He noticed your startle and let go quickly, opting to smooth down his hair and attempt to catch his breath.

You frowned in confusion, “Why were you running?”

“Because you said you were off in 20 minutes and it took me the walk to the subway, and the time to reach the next stop before I realized what that meant.”

You poked his forehead, “What else would I have meant when I told you when I was getting off?”

“Honestly, I think I couldn’t believe my ears.”

Heeseung’s face was red, maybe from the running, but definitely from the embarrassment and you laughed, gently tugging his sleeve to pull him away from the subway entrance.

“Wanna grab some drinks?”

Your night had ended with him walking you to the subway station, and finally thanking you for the ice cream you had given him hours before. When you heard the chimes and the rumble of your incoming train, he rapidly tapped a foot.

“Are you free Saturday?” He asked.

“Wow, already wanting to see me that soon?” You joked, making your way to the side of the tracks.

“Hey, don’t tease the guy who got you your job,” he fought back.

You decided to spare him of your knowledge of the truth and waved to him as you stepped inside the train.

Heeseung waved a final time before he turned to the other side of the station to wait for his train. The windows were quickly covered by the passing wall as your train sped away and you pulled out your phone to message him.

yes i’m free

Heeseung responded quickly, perfect, i’ll take care of everything. just show up at sinchon exit 4 looking cute.

He double texted, hope that’s not too difficult ;)

pork fried rice

Heeseung had already graduated and was interning full-time, a hybrid of in office and at home. Working two jobs was tough to manage on top of school. Days at the clinic, coupled with nights at the restaurant, mixed in with sporadic classes every weekday left you with little time outside of your home life with Heeseung. 

The return to school after the winter holiday was something you dreaded since you knew you would see each other less, but something you looked forward to - since you’d get to see your uni friends again.

To celebrate the return after break, read: to cope with the return of assignments, your classmates had chatted about going out for barbecue and drinks on the weekend.

“Hey, if Sunghoon is coming, you should bring Heeseung!” Your friend suggested, and Sunghoon nodded excitedly. 

“If we’re bringing our boyfriends, you should bring Jaeyun~” you teased your other friend.

“We are not dating… yet!”

“Yeah, yeah glad you guys are all DATING and having BOYFRIENDS,” the youngest of your friend group complained.

You all laughed, and it was decided that you’d invite another boy, Jongseong from Anatomy 450, to make the group even, ‘without any ulterior motives’ you all had promised her.

Heeseung was more on the shy side, especially compared to you, which was something he had admired about you. So your mention of a quadruple date was met with a worried smile and a begrudging agreement.

“You’ve met Sunghoon before! Other guys will be there; it will be fun,” you assured him, climbing into his lap as he was reviewing designs on a tablet.

Muffled, he spoke into the top of your hair, “Yeah, yeah. Anyway - look at what the other intern made.” You resisted the urge to groan at him changing the subject, and instead shifted your body to follow where he was directing your attention.

He showed you blueprints and 3D drawings, combined with color swatches and matching foliage - things your pre-med mind didn’t really recognize but you enjoyed watching how his eyes lit up with creativity, and how he rambled about needing balsa and “Have you seen my exacto knife?”

Heeseung was insanely passionate, more than he let other people really know, and you loved that about him. You just wished he would be more vocal and take pride in all his accomplishments. You told him this once and he just shook his head, “I don’t need to show people how good I am. I already know it myself.”

He said it jokingly, but knowing him, you knew he believed everything he said.

Friday night came along and your friends met up earlier - “For some girl time before the, men, came” you had told Heeseung, adding a dramatic frown at the word men. You enjoyed taking photo booth pictures and even secretly stopped at a bar for a shot or two each before making your way to the decided restaurant. Your group giggled at seeing the other boys outside, making awkward small talk amongst themselves to pass the time.

Several soju bottles each later, you rested your head against Heeseung’s shoulder and he clumsily plopped his on top of yours and you suppressed your complaint about his heavy head.

You watched as your friends continued to fry meat and laugh about random things that came up in conversation. Heeseung hopped into the conversation naturally, “Yeah! And I heard that shit was expensive!” You had too much soju in your veins to keep up with what they were saying, but you were fond of how well Heeseung melded into your friend group. Even Jongseong, a classmate you had only hung out with maybe 4 times during study sessions, loosened up and … much to your satisfaction, had a loose arm around your friend. You made a mental note to tease them about it later.

A waiter joined your group for a shot and brought a bowl of rice and other condiments to make fried rice on top of your clean grill.

“Extra seaweed please!” Heeseung requested, knowing it was your favorite.

“I’m so full, man,” Sunghoon slurred. And you all laughed as he still scooped himself a plate of crispy fried rice.

You guys took a final shot before finally heading to the front of the house to pay - the boyfriends, the not-boyfriend-yet, and Jongseong fighting over the bill. You and your friends cheered for them, grateful your wallets had survived a Friday night dinner.

“Wait guys.” Your group opted to continue talking outside the restaurant. It was only 11 pm. You clung onto Heeseung, your hands held inside his jacket pocket, his other hand waving about during some animated conversation with Jongseong. You had to call out to your friends again to get everyone’s attention. “Round two?”

Heeseung smiled down at you as everyone excitedly shouted and started walking down the street to where all the bars were.

You two purposely walked a little slower, watching as the rest of the group argued and laughed and collected some stares from other people.

“I’m glad I came tonight,” Heeseung had mumbled. “Your friends are funny.” You pulled him in for a chaste kiss, tasting the sweet flavored soju on his lips, and you felt him smile against you.

“They can be your friends, too,” you reminded him. “Visit the uni more often and join us when we study!”

He jokingly scoffed, “Like I’d wanna listen to you nerds talk about bones and diseases.” Heeseung continued, “Yeah, I’d like that. Jaeyun told me he plays games too.”

You grinned at him, excited that your boyfriend was making friends with your own, and you tugged him along - your group was already getting their IDs checked by security outside the bar.

After a few more drinks and a couple hours at the bar, playing pool and chatting about everything and nothing, you learned that the guys had exchanged Discords and were planning to queue together at some point.

“Babe, we’ll need a fifth!” Heeseung had poked you, looking at you with pleading eyes. Despite the alcohol, you knew he was serious. 

“Oh god.”

“What have we done?”

The next morning, or rather afternoon, you woke with a pounding headache which was only exacerbated by shrieks from the living room.

“No way,” you stopped in your tracks to witness Heeseung with his headset and mic set up.

“Jongseong! What was that?” Your boyfriend whined. A pause. “No, it was definitely you, not Sunghoon- yeah tell him, Jaeyun!”

You walked to the kitchen to grab a glass of water to go along with your pain meds, trying to ignore the gaming guild you accidentally created last night.

“Babe! Can you join next round? We’re tired of having randoms in our party.”

puffed cereal snacks

As clumsy as he was, Heeseung took care of you endlessly. He would hold your hair or sleeves back as you leaned over your food to eat. Heeseung held the small of your back gently as he guided you through crowds. He made sure you were having fun when going out and quietly passed you snacks as you studied at your desk in your shared room.

Heeseung was the type to massage the knots out of your shoulders; to straighten you out when you were feeling unmotivated; to bring you random trinkets he bought on his way home from the office.

You woke up from a light shake and with a burning sensation on your forehead. Heeseung was curled up next to you, his breaths mixing with the sighs of your own, and he was sweating.

You pulled away to realize Heeseung was burning up with a fever, and he was shivering. Heeseung always got sick during the change of seasons, and the shift from the bitter cold to the brightness of spring was no different.

You tucked him in deeper and brought the heater in your bedroom, before walking into the kitchen to prepare him some soup with the ingredients you found in the fridge.

You took out his favorite puffed cereal snacks, cutting some fruit along with it. Your soup was pretty much done, so you peered into the bedroom to check if he was sleeping. Heeseung’s mess of a head of hair was barely peeking out from under the duvet and you saw the flutter of his lashes as he blinked himself awake. You knocked gently on the door to get his attention, offering him a glass of water.

“I think I’m sick.”

“Yes, I agree.”

“Will you nurse me to health?”

“Of course.”

He smiled weakly, and accepted your cup.

You left to scoop some soup into a bowl and placed it on a tray along with the other snacks you prepared.

Heeseung was sat up with his head in his hands, and you nudged him with your hip before placing the tray on the bed. He whispered a thank you before slowly bringing a puffed snack to his lips.

“I can’t kiss you right now, huh? Can’t get you sick,” he muttered.

You ruffled his hair, “Nope.”

“Being sick is the worst.”

You forced him to stay in bed, giving him his laptop to keep him busy as you prepared him some vitamins, meds, and plenty of puffed snacks.

Heeseung was teasing and playful with you, but when he was sick he was extra gentle, doting, and clingy. He pouted each time you left the room, only staying for a few minutes to check on him, keeping your distance. Heeseung apologized for making you sleep on the couch, whining about how he needs you to go to sleep. When you would leave to go to class, or to the clinic, or to the restaurant, he’d text you - dramatically proclaiming his love for you. On the 7th day of his mini quarantine he texted you hey i think i’m pretty much better but i need to kiss u or else i’ll actually die. 

When you arrived home, carrying some take out miso ramen for him from the restaurant, you found him looking pretty much recovered. A week of not sleeping next to him and only hearing his quips and teases in quick passing made you miss him, so you forgot to be hesitant as you kissed him.

You let him feed you some of his noodles as you two sat on the floor, using the coffee table to dine on as usual, and proudly showed him some of the clean and pretty notes you took. He sighed with content and placed his chin on your shoulder.

Cleaning up after dinner, he pulled you by your hands into the bedroom. He climbed on top of you, placing kisses all over your face, mumbling something about making up for the past week.

The next morning, you pulled Heeseung’s shirt over your body before realizing - your head kind of hurt.

You reached over a sleeping Heeseung to grab the thermometer on his night stand.

38°.

Heeseung got you sick. You couldn’t be mad at him, but you sighed as you leaned on top of him. You swiped your fingers along the contours of his face, brushing his eyelashes and tracing the turns of his lips. Heeseung opened his mouth in response to try to nibble on your fingers, before opening one eye slightly.

You kissed the spot between his eyebrows and whispered, “I’m sick.” You showed him the thermometer and he squinted and rubbed his eyes.

“Oops.”

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이희승 ‘ lee heeseung

you guys were all hanging out, enhypen and you, and your boyfriend heeseung.

but, since there were sooo many of you guys

the seats were limited

and just your luck, there were only 7 seats

the guys offered you their seats but deemed that unnecessary

when they saw heeseung pull you down into his lap

his hands wrapped around your waist and he kept you sat on his lap telling you that "if there's no seat for you, my lap is always open."

박종성 ‘ park jongseong

he would just be sitting on the couch, literally relaxing

and the moment you walked past him he just pulling you into his lap

he kissed you and held you

this mf would literally not let go of you

he would tell you to stay like that just for a few minutes

he even gave you a back massage while you sat on his lap

it's like second nature to him, he wasn't even flustered about the fact that you were in his lap

you on the other hand, well that's up to you to decide how you responded to his randomness

심재윤 ‘ sim jaeyun

you fell into his lap

you were playing around with the maknae since he wanted to be a menace

and you ended up in jake's lap

jake probably caught you and put his hands on your waist asking if you're okay

then he realized you were in his lap and he was like wtf

he didn't even move you

and he gave niki a death stare

but he couldn't lie

he did enjoy having you in his lap >.>

박성훈 ‘ park sunghoon

he had no choice

there were no chairs and the members kept telling him

to let you sit in his lap

he gave in and pat his lap

the moment you sat in it he wanted to push you off because he was flustered

instead his wrapped his arms around you and pressed against your back with his head to hide his embarrassment

he doesn't really like you sitting in his lap

in front of other people

but if you guys are alone he loves when you sit in his lap and you guys are just like

a fluff cliche couple 🤢

김선우 ' kim sunoo

he pulled you onto his lap because why not

but actually truth be told you two were in a car together riding in the back

you wanted to sit together

but since there were sooo many of you guys there was one less seat

and this is so not safe (btw guys pls take more than one car instead of risking it !!)

but he sat you on his lap and held onto you for dear life

i wish the first time you sat on him would be sweet but it wasn’t

he wanted to make sure you wouldn’t go flying

every time heeseung pressed on the breaks too hard

양정원 ' yang jungwon

so what had happened wassssss

you fell into his lap while he was sitting in a beanbag you guys were playing games

but you got pushed a little too hard into jungwon’s lap

he was very very very surprised to say the least

but he wasn’t bothered instead he fixed his posture and adjusted you so the two of you were comfy

he asked if you were okay since the fall wasn’t so soft

considering you landed on another human

he gave you a little kiss and went back to playing his game with hee

西村力 ' nishimura riki

this menace thought that it would all be fun and games

until you landed in his lap by accident he was holding your stuff above your head

doing all kinds of turns, spins, and twists causing the both of you to fall down

except you didn’t land on the ground you landed in riki’s lap

he ended up throwing himself back hysterically laughing and didn’t really realize you were in his lap

until you got up with pure panic

since you didn’t know if he was comfortable with you being in his lap

he didn’t want to admit it but he did enjoy you on his lap and if you had stayed on a little longer

he would’ve pulled you down with him for cuddles :(

2022 © jungwnies

sobbing this is a masterpiece 😞❤️

TO THE BOY : who took me to prom

PAIRING: sunghoon x fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, fluff, angst, best friend's brother trope, protected and unprotected sex, cunnilingus, marking, creampie, mentions of petnames (princess, kitten), lots of kissing and brief mentions of sex, mentions of jake (enhypen), yedam and yoshi (treasure), mentions of food and insecurities. let me know if i forgot something!

WC: 19.6k words

SYNOPSIS: prom—the last event of senior high school was right around the corner, but the only person who you wanted to go with had rejected you for his own reasons, leaving you upset and unwilling to attend the event. however, your best friend, mina, was hellbent on making you attend it and being a sweetheart, she ends up persuading her brother, sunghoon, to be your date for the night.

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, my sweetest angels<3 i'm finally here with the second installment of to all the boys series! it can be read as a stand alone but it's a follow up from the first part so it's highly encouraged you read it first! this is by far the longest fic i've written and i sincerely hope that y'all enjoy it! thank you sm for 6k+ followers :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated :D iloveyou all <3 [ masterlist ]

“You can't stay hung up on him for your whole life!”

That is exactly what you had thought initially.

Writing a letter did give you closure, not the kind you had desired to get. However, understanding your own mind was at the top of the priorities for you.

It was a good bye, the best you could muster. Yet, you broke down a myriad times while penning it down. A tear droplet falling down your cheek had kissed the paper, approving it of your sincerity.

But, your best friend refused to see you cry over a boy. Yes, he was a very pretty, the “epitome of perfection” kind of boy, that's what made it harder for you to let go.

“I know, I know,” your voice faltered with the repetition, sighing into your hands.

It hurt, yes, but she was correct. It was nine in the morning, a day after your finals had ended. Your high school life was over. Deciding to celebrate it together, you did what you had to — a sleepover at your best friend, Mina's place.

“I'm sorry, I,” she gulped, “I shouldn't have raised my voice,” she apologized, pouting. Her raised voice sounded gentle still, and you simply hugged her to silently mention that it's okay, that you're okay.

She huffed, “Listen, school is still not over, we have an extra month to get credits and of course, prom!”

“I got rejected, Mina.”

“And I'll be punching that asshole, don't you worry, sweetheart.” she finalized.

Asking someone to prom took a lot of courage. Being rejected hurt just as much. Yoshi was a pretty boy and you should've known better than to ask someone like him to prom, knowing well that he would have a date already — which he did. You nodded with an understanding smile, which he returned with one of his own, looking apologetic.

It further fuelled your desire to leave for college already, having had enough of school.

Five days of community service and you were ready to conclude your resume and send in your university applications. Hopefully, you wished to get back an acceptance letter by the time for your prom, which you had little to no zeal for.

However, your friend was overjoyed with the newfound development in her relationship status. While you spent your summer at the camp, she had lived her life to the fullest by finally making a move on her longtime crush, Yedam, who was also a close friend of you both. You remember how happy it made you when Mina hugged you, spilling the details of their journey from being friends to lovers.

He genuinely appeared to be scared when you made him sit down to give him the 'don't hurt my best friend or else I'll hurt you more' talk. Safe to say, he knows it's better to behave than face the consequences of being beat up by you and her brother, whom he found scary if you might add.

However, something about the way he got all three of you breakfast, especially getting Mina's favourite muffins alongside, told you that she was going to be more than just fine with him.

Soon enough, you found yourself sitting in the back of Yedam's four-seater car, which was awfully comfortable, with Mina riding shotgun as you three headed to the local amusement park. The experience, however, was different this time considering you felt like a child going out with their parents.

You could say you were third-wheeling but it wasn't actually the case since they both included you in everything. Plus, the rides were fun, you were having fun, albeit the constant public display of affection in front of you. Their fingers intertwined as they walked together.

You smiled slightly, not being envious, whilst you still did wonder how it would have been had you been in a position somewhat similar to theirs — a loving relationship.

Mina didn't let your thoughts consume you, “Y/n versus Yedam let's go!” she whistled in front of the claw machine, challenging you to get her the light pink teddy bear, which you did and Yedam couldn't.

This earned you a big hug from your best friend and a whine from him when you showed him your tongue. It certainly made you smile a lot more when she won a teddy herself and gifted it to you, Yedam watching the exchange fondly.

You excused yourself from them, letting them have their romance movie moment by enjoying the ferris wheel. The bench was surprisingly comfortable and the drink in your hand perfect for the parched you. The teddy comfortably sat on your lap while your eyes wandered around, you stopped to smile softly at a little girl staring, she giggled back which warmed your heart. The sky was a pretty mixture of orange, yellow and red, blending in together to say goodbye to the sun for the day.

A sigh left you, it was a good day of momentary distraction and of course, quality time with the people who care about you and vice versa. It almost made you forget about Heeseung, and the prom rejection.

Sitting at the backseat again, you were going back home with a pastel cotton candy in your hand, a content smile on your face.

“So,” your friend dragged out, “Five more days of community work.” a groan left her.

“Just five days, Mina. Besides, I'll be with you the whole time,” you extended your hand which she held with another hand on her heart.

“Not you flirting with my girlfriend again,” Yedam huffed playfully, emphasis on ‘my’.

“Oh and,” Mina continued, “Sunghoon will be picking us up tomorrow!”

“Sunghoon is back?” you asked, voice shaky but not enough for someone to notice it.

“Yes! I can't believe I forgot to tell you,” she rambled, “He'll be staying for the summer break, would leave two days after our graduation i think.”

“That sounds nice,” you commented softly.

Thoughts of Park Sunghoon coming back didn't leave your mind even after you got dropped home, wandering back to the time when you were a few years younger and had the tiniest bit of crush on him, something about watching a movie where falling in love with your best friend's brother was the plot.

You shake your head, making yourself comfortable on the couch right after.

“Well you look distraught,” your younger sister, Kitty, spoke up.

“I'm exhausted, that's all,” you closed your eyes.

She hummed as an acknowledgement to your statement, “You better not be hung up on those assholes now.”

“Kitty! Language.” you warned.

“Okay, fine,” she huffed, smiling right after, “Let's do facepacks and watch a movie then!”

You smiled at her ceaseless efforts to make you feel better.

“Race you to the room!” you screamed.

It was an unmistakably good night, your sister tucked you in bed with a blanket soon after you passed out in midst of watching the rom-com movie, staring at you with the grin, internally wishing for your happiness each day.

You groaned when your alarm rang, you've always hated how shrill the sound was but it did get the job done so you couldn't complain much. Rubbing your eyes, you looked around with your slightly blurry and adjusting vision. An open packet of chips slept right next to you, the room didn't look a lot appealing and you made a mental note to clean it after getting back from school.

Dragging yourself out of the bed, you spent time in the shower, worried about your university applications even after you had checked them five times already. Just a month more and you were ready to start a new life in a hopefully new city with a fresh enthusiasm towards success and a good life.

There was something different about today, however, you couldn't pinpoint what it was. For starters, your mom had very graciously made your favourite chocolate chip pancakes, “It was your dad's idea,” she told with a fond smile on her face when see saw your own face glowing.

You hugged them both and sat down next to Kitty, adding extra chocolate syrup before groaning how it's the most amazing, mouthwatering, worth-getting-late-to-school-for food ever.

Which also was true since the car outside had just honked for the third time already. Being impatient as you were, you grabbed and rolled the pancake before getting your bag and rushing out, muttering out a quick good bye to your family.

The sky was clear, the breeze was slightly on the cooler side — which you were thankful for. You mindlessly opened the door to the backseat, only to see the lovebirds sitting there. Then it clicked.

“Sunghoon will be picking us up tomorrow!”

Park Sunghoon was back.

And you were to sit next to him.

“Get on! We're getting late!” Mina urged, whining.

And you did, not looking at the one sitting on the driver's seat, making sure to buckle up before calmly chewing on your sweet treat. The engine purred and soon, the car was moving smoothly, the only sound coming from the backseat where your friend sat with her boyfriend, whispering and giggling lowly.

The smell of the car was musky but not too strong, which made you wonder what perfume was it that the guy sitting next to you had used.

You didn't make any efforts to start a conversation when pancakes had your undivided attention.

“So, y/n—” Sunghoon acknowledged your presence which made you choke midway your last bite.

“Oh, uhm. Hey.” you awkwardly let out, mentally scolding yourself for being like this.

That's when you finally looked at him after a whole year. He looked different. His hair slightly longer than his usual super short and neat cut, jawline more prominent and his arms on display, which looked sculpted, definitely an outcome of doing gym regularly.

The most evident change however, would be his fashion sense. His usual daily style consisted of soft and pastel shades, the kind which were considered classy and elegant. But currently, he was clad in all black, from his black sleeveless to his black jeans, he looked like some guy straight out of your wattpad fanfiction stories. And a leather jacket was kept aside to add on to his whole ’bad boy’ persona.

“I see your love for pancakes never died.” he chuckled, looking a you for a second before paying attention on the road again.

“And it never will!” you said without missing a beat.

His voice was slightly deeper than you had remembered. Ever since you had met Mina, you were comfortable enough to vocalize your thoughts, and given that you did spend a good amount of time at her place rather than your own, his brother was well versed with your basic likes and dislikes as well.

He nodded, the corner of his lips upturned with your answer, but didn't add on to your statement. However, after a comfortable amount of silence later, he opened his mouth to speak up again but Mina had the same plans, just a bit faster than his brother.

“Y/n, I hope you're ready for today.”

“What's today?” you asked, confusion evident on your face.

“A prom date searching hunt for you, of course!” her eyes wide open, no hint of humour behind them.

“Listen, Mina—” you started, “I love you, I really do but that idea is by far your worst one.”

You heard a gasp, “I'm doing this for you! I don't want to go to prom alone.”

“Excuse me?” Yedam interjected.

“Okay, I mean, I need my best friend there.” and her usual pout graced her.

“I don't need a date to be there, y'know?” you sighed.

“But I know you want one!” she concluded with a nod.

Forming a comeback to that statement was hard, especially when her words held nothing but the truth. You didn't want to be alone, eminently after you knew what the taste of companionship felt like.

“We're here.” Sunghoon spoke up, saving you from the mindless conversation.

A date would certainly be nice but you didn't want to drag a complete stranger to attend prom with you, especially because one wrong move and your mood would be spoiled.

Both of them were out of the car already, you held on to your bag strap to follow suit but were stopped with his fingers wrapping around your wrist.

“Hey, you've got a lil bit of—” he trailed off, wiping the corner of your lip with his thumb in a soft caress.

You froze with the sudden warmth of his finger and unexpected proximity. He further took his chocolate smeared finger close to his mouth, licking it slowly, maintaining eye contact while doing so.

“All good now,” he half smirked at your reaction.

“Oh, thank you,” you whispered, “for the ride and, uh this,” you pointed at your lips. Your voice, however, came out squeaky and you took that as your cue to leave.

You weren't sure if what he did was intentional or just an innocent gesture to help you.

Who doesn't like chocolate, afterall? You theorized, mind still wandering back to scene where he licked his thumb.

You sighed.

It was going to be a long vacation.

Spending the night with your best friend would usually serve as an escape from your problems but the world had different plans. You had lost the count of times you had been amused with your friend's unusual antics, these days more than ever.

“You do realize what you're saying, right?” you snickered, actively making fun of her at her latest creative idea for your prom date.

“Of course! It's the best you can get and you really need to start taking me seriously.”

You raised your brow, “Take you seriously? I'm sorry but how am I supposed to do that when you're basically offering your brother to be my date?” you challenged.

“Okay, it does sound a little ridiculous—”

“A little?”

“Stop interrupting—” her eyes were comically wide.

“The ladies are fighting, I see,” Sunghoon plopped down on the couch next to you, “This about prom again?” he directed the question towards you.

“It's honestly better if you don't ask,” you mumbled.

“Take her to prom,” Mina said alongside.

“I'm leaving,” you sighed.

“Is that even allowed?” Sunghoon asked slowly.

And for the second time on the same day, you halted your movements and observed two things — first being the big smile on Mina's face, second being Sunghoon's gaze on you.

Hair messy and clad in shorts, he looked comfortable.

You weren't awkward around each other, you seldom interacted in general, but he always made sure to drop by and greet you whenever he learned you were around the house. His smile was the first ever thing you noticed about him, found attractive even. How could you not, with his sharp canines on display which strongly reminded you of fangs. His pale skin only added to it.

“Of course! Remember last year that one brought an alumni too, he was two years older as far as I remember.”

“Do I even want to ask how you know that?” you were presently mumbling to yourself.

“Ryujin was popular, I kept tabs on what she did — in a non creepy way of course,” she explained, “Besides, Sunghoon would also be there to ensure you're safe!”

“It's prom, not assassination, Mina,” you pinched your nose bridge.

Sunghoon was focused, intently paying attention to your conversation. Eyes trained on your face to search for any kind of hesitance.

“I'll leave you two to talk for a while. Join me in my room later, yeah?” she patted your arm softly and you nodded.

Ever since you were a kid, you needed someone to push you, to voice out your opinions and include you into groups, whether it was the friend-making process or to be invited in groups for the class projects process, taking initiative wasn't your strong suit. Mina took you in with fondness on her face, never once questioning your inert behaviour but also making sure to help you open up step by step. To others, it often looked like you were being forced but in reality, she just pushed to towards the things your heart wanted.

The task was strenuous, yet she never stopped and you could only thank her for being patient with you, never once breaking her amiable aura.

The room was silent, you spoke up in hopes of diffusing the awkwardness hanging around the air, “I'm sorry, you really don't have to do anything.”

“Are you alright?” his question caught you off-guard.

You nodded, eyes wide, “Yeah, yeah totally.”

He swiped his tongue on his lower lip before speaking again, “You know—” he stopped, rethinking before opening his mouth again, “You should get some rest, yeah? And mom made some muffins this morning, your favourite ones.”

Something told you that wasn't what he had initially planned to say. Nevertheless, your face lit up with the mention of muffins, mouth watering at the sight of Sunghoon bringing out two of those for you.

“Oh god, I love your mom,” you hummed, taking the first bite and closed to eyes, focusing all of your senses into the gustatory delight.

After a beat of silence, you asked him the question that had been bugging you the whole day.

“How's uni treating you?” he looked changed, both appearance and behavioural wise. With your own journey to university close, you wondered what it would be like. Is it the way they show in movies? More fun, less studies? Or is it a hellhole waiting to give you the mental pressure you didn't know existed.

Furthermore, he was silent, speaking a lot less than usual. He was a quiet guy per se, but always talkative around the comfort of his abode, with his family and close friends. You didn't want to ask and make him uncomfortable, so you settled with the normal questions instead.

“Uni is stressful,” he chuckled, running his hand through his hair and you noticed how soft they looked, making you want to feel them yourself.

“I see your style has changed,” you commented with a small smile, ensuring that it's a good change.

“Yeah, I saw you staring at me earlier,” he smirked.

Your heart raced at that, expression turning into a panicked one.

“What? No! When did I—” forming sentences was suddenly a hard task for you.

Which elicited a heartily laugh from him, “I wasn't serious, calm down, princess.”

“Oh,” you darted your eyes elsewhere, your knee bouncing as you found your cheeks growing hot with his newfound nickname for you.

His hand was quick to stop your knee from moving — his hand cold against your warm body. Earlier, you weren't certain about his actions being intentional, but the smirk ghosting his lips made you firmly believe that he was completely aware of his practices.

With that, he ruffled your hair, whispering a good night to you before making his way towards his room. You didn't move from that spot as if you were glued, deep in thought. He didn't agree to be your partner, however, he didn't deny the proposal. You were considering him as your date, it felt wrong. Best friend's brother is always off limits, yet your friend was the one who happily offered him to you.

As your friendly date, you reminded yourself.

The thought of having a date as pretty as Sunghoon undoubtedly made you nervous, but you tried not to keep your hopes high, still hurting from your past rendezvous. Slow dancing with Sunghoon was the last thought you remembered before drifting off to dreamland, passing out on the couch.

As far as you knew, teleportation only existed in fictional world. It was beyond you how your sleeping figure shifted from the couch to your best friend's room. Sleep walking wasn't the answer either. You pushed the thought away, theorizing that maybe you were the one who walked up by yourself and forgot due to your sleepy state.

And you had a better reason to be deranged, given the current situation.

“So, when you planning to go dress shopping?” Sunghoon had asked in the car. Mina left before you, for her task started an hour earlier, which left you to fend a ride for yourself. Sunghoon had very graciously offered to drop you off.

Times like these made you wonder why you didn't have your driver's licence yet, it would have saved you from Park Sunghoon's unusual behaviour.

“Three days later at around two?” you answered, unsure still. You took out your phone to check your calender, where you had marked the reminder.

“Any particular colour you're looking for?” he inquired and you parted your lips to answer, but he further had something to add, “I'll get the matching tie once you'll be done.”

It took you second to process his sentence. Blinking twice, you looked at his driving figure, “Hold on, are you saying that—”

“—I'll accompany you to prom? If you allow me to, princess,” he spoke smoothly, stealing the words out of your mouth.

“I don't have much to do, I'm free most time,” he explained, “And you're not a bad company actually.”

His words had been repeating in your mind like an old broken record player.

“I—” you hesitated.

Instead of forming a verbal reply, you settled with a nod, heart racing with the thought of him entering the venue with your hand in his.

Another thing about Park Sunghoon, his reputation. His gang was famous around the school, and were referred to as fuckboys. He wasn't one, in fact, he had always been shy, timid and hesitant regarding everything but his true love — ice skating. Being a sportsperson only increased the gap and hence, he was called as the unapproachable for rejecting the advances of anyone who tried to get in his pants.

That would explain the current situation quite well. As if dropping you off wasn't enough, he had also decided to follow you inside school, “It's been a while, nothing has changed still.”

“Nothing much changes in a span of a year, Sunghoon,” you moved forward, trying to avoid the stares of the students, “Thank you for driving me here and everything else, I'll see you later, bye!” you spoke in a go, rushing to your assigned destination.

Sunghoon wasn't oblivious to your behaviour, seeing you flustered and unable to maintain eye contact ever since he came back amused him to no extent. Taking you to prom was a perfect opportunity to tease you more. With a satisfactory smirk, he walks back, watching your figure disappear as you sprint.

“Mina!” you spotted her sitting under the banyan tree, sipping on her coffee but almost choked once you startled her.

“Oh fuck,” you muttered, rubbing her back before she slapped your arm, stopping after seeing your expression.

“Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?” she noticed you rubbing your earlobe, the habit you had developed out of nervousness.

“Sunghoon agreed,” you whispered urgently.

“You can't be serious,” her eyes widened, softening right after, “Hey, what's wrong?” she grabbed your hand.

“I don't know, I'm scared,” you confessed.

“Of what?”

“I don't know, Mina,” you gulped.

“Look at me,” she whispered, “He may be stupid but he won't hurt you, okay?”

“Y—yeah,” you hugged her softly.

In reality, you were scared of own judgement. Perhaps it was the result of your past experience, or just the newfound fear regarding the idea of companionship, be it platonic or romantic. Mina's words made it better for you, and you kept reminding yourself that Park Sunghoon is no one but your friendly date to the prom. Getting ahead of yourself would only do harm, especially when the fear of rejection runs high in your veins.

Mina distracted you the whole day, making sure you get home safely before she left for her own place.

“As much as I love how you're trying to help y/n,” Mina started, dropping her bag on the couch, “I will personally punch you if you ever hurt her.”

“Woah, why would I hurt her?” he asked, brows furrowed.

“As a bestfriend, it's my duty to remind you still, so you better behave,” she said, “But in all honesty, take care of her since you'll be taking her to shop and make sure she feels safe and happy.”

“I promise,” he said earnestly.

He knew Mina's overprotectiveness jumped out in spontaneous bursts, yet he felt like it had a bigger reason than that. He found himself thinking of you for the entire night, wondering if he could make it better somehow.

After all, behind that black leather jacket hid the same old Sunghoon who was sweet and clad in pastels, the one who liked to figure skate and see others happy.

Just like you, he slept thinking about what the future held for you both.

The first thing you did after getting your letter of recommendation after three days was to finalize your resume, sending it out in hopes of getting into your dream university in Seoul. You further made sure to send in applications to your back up universities just in case.

It gave you a sense of relief as you stood out in the fresh air while waiting for Mina to pick you up.

You really needed to get your licence.

Acknowledging that you were to leave this place soon, your eyes took everything in as you stood in your front yard. A gentle smile gaced your face as you saw the apple tree which you and your sister had planted years back, it grew up with you.

“Y/n? Hey!” an enthusiastic voice grabbed your attention, you turned to see your neighbour, Jake, waving at you with a smile.

“Jakey, hey,” you smiled as the smiley boy hugged you softly, you noticed how his scent was light and woody.

“Where are you off to?” he asked, taking in your outfit.

“Oh, Mina successfully persuaded me into going dress shopping with her,” you scrunched your nose, which he giggled at, “It's prom in like, less than a month,” he nodded.

“Do you have a partner already?” he asked, voice low as he fiddled with his fingers.

“Yeah! I honestly am clueless as to how we reached upon this agreement but Park Sunghoon agreed to be my friendly date for the night,” you explained, adding ‘friendly’ as a reminder to yourself.

He looked at you bug eyed, “Sunghoon? Woah, is he back in the town?” he asked, slightly shocked as you mention the guy who was the same age as you both, however he had been your senior due to his early admissions.

Hence he had completed his first year of university while you were yet to get into one.

You nodded, confirming his statement. Just as you were talking about him, his car came into view, honking for no particular reason even after seeing your figure outside.

“That's my ride! I'll see you later?” you asked and his lips turned into an alluring smile.

“Have fun!” he said, pulling you into another hug.

He loved physical affection, you had noticed so in your past years of being friends with him.

With a brightened mood, you sat down in the car, putting your seatbelt on, stretching out your hello before getting comfortable in your seat.

“Well, you look happy today,” Mina pointed out.

“I'm just happy that I've sent out my resume,” you replied, eyes travelling to see the driver, you found yourself staring at his usual sanguine demeanor.

“Are you sure it's not because of Jake's cozy hug?” she teased.

“Shut up, oh god,” you tried not to laugh at her mindless pairing.

“Do you like him?” Sunghoon was quick to inquire.

“He's just a sweet guy!” you replied just as fast.

“Oh yeah, why didn't you ask him to prom then, y/n?” Yedam was the one who asked you this time.

“Uhm—” you stopped, “I don't know.”

“She's got a better partner, y'know?” Sunghoon said, gripping the steering wheel harder.

To which you three laughed. It was chaotic with everyone trying to speak mid-way each other's sentences but it gave you a good laugh, so you couldn't complain about it.

In midst of this, you saw Sunghoon smile with his fangs showing. A genuine smile you hadn't seen in a long time. It was no secret that he had a pretty smile, the kind which would make you want to smile back at him.

Your expression was quick to change when Mina shoved five dresses in your arms in one go, making the boys laugh at your struggle.

“Stop laughing and help me!” you groaned.

Sunghoon took the dresses from you, asking Yedam to take Mina away, preferably to the shop right next to the one you were in. It wasn't a bad idea considering how the five dress shops were lined up together.

“Your sister will be the death of me,” you spoke up, trying to make a small conversation with him, you turned around to see a female attendant, no older than twenty five, staring at Sunghoon.

“You've got a fan by the way,” you laughed, discreetly pointing at the attendant and his eyebrows furrowed, soon turning back to you with a teasing face.

“Why? You jealous?”

“Jealous of what?”

“Don't worry, princess, you're my date and not her.”

You gasped at the cursed nickname again, giving him the exact reaction he wanted out of you. It was so easy you call you his date while you always tend to add the title of ‘friendly’ along with it. Deciding to not overthink, you tried to use his own tricks to examine his reaction.

“I'm, in no way, jealous,” you stated, touching the fabric of a dress you found attractive, “You are my partner after all,” you voiced, emphasizing on 'my'.

“Try this,” he handed you a black dress, it didn't seem gaudy and actually suited your taste.

“Not bad, Park,” you commented.

It riled him up to find more pieces for you but seeing the amount of dresses you had to try, he stopped himself.

The store was unbelievably empty, giving you enough space to wander around, it seemed like the staff was on leave too, only a few attendants around and busy with other customers. You made your way towards the changing rooms, Sunghoon following your suit.

“I hope your taste is pleasing, Park, since you'll be helping me decide a dress today.”

“Of course, my taste is grand. I'm here with you, aren't I?” he smoothly let out.

You gulped, “Good,” you commented, going inside to try the first dress on. It was Mina's choice, a light peach coloured off-shoulder dress with a hint of tulle on skirt.

It looked beautiful however, you were not satisfied. You stepped out from the room, making him look up. You noticed how his mouth opened and closed in the span of a second.

“It looks graceful,” he commented in a low voice, eyeing you up and down, “Do you like it?”

“It is anglic, I admit but something is missing,” you verbalized, looking at him. His lower lip was bitten, mind elsewhere as he nodded.

You didn't comment on his behaviour, cheeks suddenly hot with how intense his gaze was as you walked back into the room, trying out several other dresses, only to notice him sporting the same expression.

“You look pretty,” he had commented when you wore a dark blue dress with a thin strap and sweetheart neckline. His voice came out breathy, giving you goosebumps in an instant. You shortlisted that dress.

After a few more trails, you were left with the black corset dress which further would accentuate your figure. It was Sunghoon's choice, and hence, was left to be the last.

But luck wasn't on your side today. As you were zipping the dress up, the zipper got stuck midway in a fashion that you couldn't get the dress off or wear it fully, meaning, you had to ask for help. Peeking out, you tried to spot any female attendant for help but were unable to find any.

“What's wrong?” Sunghoon asked, standing up from the waiting seat.

“The zipper got stuck,” you sheepishly let out, “And I need help.”

“Get in,” he said, following you inside the not-too-spacious area.

“Hoon—” you had used his nickname by unconsciously. Suddenly, your breathing was unstable with his next action.

He stood behind you, your eyes fixated on his figure as you observed his each action carefully through the mirror in front of you. You gasped when his surprisingly cold and slender fingertips touched your bare back, grazing down to get a hold of your zipper.

“Don't move,” his breath fanned your neck as he whispered in your ear, voice deeper than usual.

Your body stilled, hyperaware of his movements, shivering with the trail of touch he left on your spine, successfully zipping your dress up.

He looked up, “You're breathtakingly beautiful,” he spoke up with his arm wrapping around your waist.

Your breath hitched, yet you didn't stop him. You didn't want to stop him, not when his eyes were the prettiest shade of brown, and he watched you as if he was staring at your soul.

You turned to face him and he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, you opened your mouth to call out his name, but were interrupted with a knock on the door.

“Would you be needing any help, miss?” a cheerful voiced called out, drawing you out of your reverie.

You took a step back, gathering your thoughts as Sunghoon did the same, gulping and looking at the floor with bitten lips — a thing you had noticed he did a lot.

“U—uhm, no! I'll be fine, thank you so much!” you spoke out loud, trying your best to sound normal and not strained.

“Out!” you whisper-shouted once you heard the clanking of heels growing distant.

He only stepped closer, “Won't you be needing help getting out of your dress?” he asked mustering an innocent expression.

“Leave!” you pushed him away, his boyish laugh boomed in the empty area as he made his way out, giving you the privacy to change.

Once alone, you were quick to lean against the door, blinking to get your head around the incidence which took place just a moment back. You could still feel the your skin burning at all the places he touched you.

“You sure you don't want—” his muffled voice came from outside and your cheeks lifted up in a hearty laugh, “Shut up, Sunghoon!”

You shoved the dresses in Sunghoon's hand once you came out, giving him a small wink with a smug expression on your face, letting him know that you'll be playing along with his tricks just by your expression.

Seeing the black fabric in your arms only made it better, it was the chosen one and you had to get the opinion of your best friend on it. So you called her, excusing yourself for a minute, while you also looked at the heels which glistened under the lightning it was placed under to make it seem more appealing. It was working.

Mina took no longer than five minutes to get to you, a tired Yedam following her suit with two bags in his hand.

“Woah, did you get your stuff already?” you asked, walking alongside her while giving the guy a sympathetic smile.

“I liked two dresses actually, I sent you the pictures already by the way, had a mini shoot in the dressing room, but yeah, couldn't choose one so ended up getting them both!” she explained, sipping on her pink drink which you guessed was strawberry flavored.

“Love that energy,” you shook your head with a smile, “Here's what I liked,” you proceeded to show her a few pictures you clicked in different angles after you got rid of a certain guy named Park Sunghoon from your dressing area.

Her eyes popped out, “Dude, it's made for you, I'll punch you if you don't get that,” she scoots over to swipe and see it in all angles.

“Get what?” Sunghoon came to join you guys.

“The last outfit I tried on—” you were interrupted.

“Oh, here,” he handed you the bag, the dress neatly placed inside it.

“You paid for it?” you took out the bill, getting out your wallet alongside to see if you could pay him back in cash.

He was quick to stop you, “You don't have to,” he said, his hand placed on yours.

“My brother got you the dress? Are you in love with my best friend? Because I'm sorry but the dresses are expensive and you hate paying in general,” she accused with a smirk on her lips, thoroughly enjoying the switch in your relationship dynamics.

You ignored her as Sunghoon avoided her gaze, “I'll pay you back once I get home,” your words were final.

“I think Mina is onto something,” Yedam spoke.

You stopped scrolling your tumblr feed, paying attention to his words as you both waited for the siblings to come back with your McDonald's order.

“I think Sunghoon likes you!”

You laugh incredulosly, watching his concentrated face as he tried to piece some sort of mind puzzle together. It faltered with a sudden flashback of his lips being so near to your ear, arm around your waist. You cleared your throat.

“Hear me out, okay?” you nodded, urging him to continue with his hypothesis, “He never once complained about picking you up or dropping you off while he always refuses to do the same with Mina—”

“It's a sibling thing to do actually.”

“—He agreed to be your date in a go, without any persuasive means whatsoever—”

“I think that was out of pity to be honest.”

“—And wordlessly accompanied you for shopping, not to mention that he himself paid for your dress.”

He had concluded and you had run out of words, however you scoffed to see him writing it all down on a stray piece of paper, “Are you seriously making a list right now?”

Ignoring your heart racing faster with the points laid out, you snatched that list from him, to which he snickered.

“We're back!” Mina happily plopped in the chair next to you, and you hurriedly shoved the piece of paper in your pocket.

Yedam only exchanged a look which screamed that he's right just as Sunghoon sat down opposite to you.

You were less educated on the topic of what behavioural pattern should you be following when your said date gets cozy with you while also being your best friend's brother. All you were sure about that you enjoyed the activities despite them being wrong.

Friendship rule book would state that the siblings are always off limits, but never guided you for what to do when the said friend tries to pair you with her sibling.

Having a little fun wouldn't hurt anyone, right?

Right?

The drive back home would have been silent if not for the music playing on the car speakers. To no one's surprise, Mina had gotten off at Yedam's place, leaving you alone with the devil yet again. You were a either a puddle or a strangely confident mess around him, you couldn't follow the pattern still.

“Come on,” you practically dragged him inside your place, your mom and sister ecstatic to meet him and he shyly bowed down, your mom cooing at his good manners and upbringing while your sister was set on asking him questions about why he agreed to go with you, “You better not hurt her, Mr.” she spoke in a low voice.

“Would never do that to her, Miss.” he replied softly.

In the years you've known him, he had always been a polite person, respectful just as he was now towards your family, it warmed your heart slightly to see the cute interaction, a faint dimple resting happily on his face, and you were sure that his bad boy persona was just his exterior wall built up to not get hurt, something that you understood with your wall being high as well.

However, you weren't sure how long you could keep it up with the said dimpled boy being around.

Rummaging your other wallet, where you kept cash, you gathered the exact amount you had to pay him back.

“Don't do this,” he shook his head, keeping the notes on your desk.

“Hoon—” you glanced at how effortlessly he filled up the space between you two, standing closer now that you had privacy in your room.

“I know you wish to pay me back, but please don't do it, the dress looked gorgeous on you,” he coaxed, “Instead, you could pay me back by spending time with me, princess.”

He had you trapped around your desk with his arms on the either side of you, his words evoking a fuzzy feeling in your lower abdomen.

“Yeah?” you whispered softly, leaning in slightly.

Your hand felt tiny when you held his bigger one, taking two steps and pulling him towards your door, he followed without any question, always intrigued with your actions.

“I would spend time with you willingly,” you whispered, tucking the folded cash in his back pocket and you could feel how slender his waist was, “Good night, Park.”

You concluded the conversation by planting a firm kiss on his cheek, seeing a faint smile blooming on his face before you shut the door, biting your lip to stop yourself from grinning like a maniac, already looking forward to your next meet up.

“Are you really ditching me for your boyfriend? Is that what our friendship has come to?” you feigned hurt, waiting outside the theatre you had promised to meet at.

Nevertheless, her priorities had changed — replacing herself with her brother would be the top one, closely followed by her spending those hours with her boyfriend.

“I genuinely forgot, okay? I'm so sorry!” she insisted, “But you have nothing to worry about, Sunghoon will be there to keep you company, Bye!” with that, she hung up the call, leaving you confused for a second before you squinted your eyes, noticing a tall figure running up to you.

Unlike his usual self, he sported a light blue shirt today, jogging up to you with his hair bouncing slightly. He was awfully pleasant to look at.

“Hey, princesss. Hope the movie hasn't started yet,” he grinned when you took his extended hand in yours.

You shook your head, “You're right on time, Park.”

You learned a few things about Sunghoon on your way to your seat. First being that he would do anything but let you pay for the snacks, or anything else for that matter. Secondly, he's the kind to place an order for a couple's combo, meaning, you'd be sharing the big tub of popcorn. Third and last, he preferred sitting at the top corner seats, “It feels cozy,” he explained.

Throughout the movie, he made sure to dig in his hand in the popcorn bucket at the same time as yours, keeping it on his lap. Your hands brushed, making you feel giddy inside as if you were a new couple on the honeymoon phase of their relationship.

You rubbed your earlobe out of nervousness. His heart felt full seeing your gentle figure sitting next to him, his hands desired to encase your own, and so he did. His eyes on the screen as you could see the little characters moving around in his eyes, meanwhile, his thumb caressed and rubbed gentle circles on the back of your hand, providing you with warmth and comfort.

Mid-way the movie, his face was buried in your neck with an urgency, trying his hardest not to pay attention to the screen anymore.

It was beyond amusing that Park Sunghoon was scared of ghosts, it was getting hard for you to stifle your blooming giggles.

“Didn't know you were this adorable, Park,” you cooed, ruffling his hair which made him gulp and sit back up with a quivering lip.

“I just wanted to be close to you—” a glimpse back at the screen and he came back to hide himself in your neck.

He was just the company you had needed this long, the one you've been craving ever since you first got the hang of what intimacy tasted like.

Your teasing was endless, staring with poking his cheek, laughing at him softly and lastly, calling him a baby. He feigned annoyance, huffing and running to chase you, which would be your current situation.

With no plans to return home, he had given you an offer to have ice cream at the park which was favorably around the corner, hardly a five minute walk.

“I'll pay,” you stated, nodding your head once.

“No can do, princess,” he chuckled.

“Would you ever let me pay for anything at all?”

“You paid for the dress, that hurt me enough,” his big hand rested above his heart, eyes scrunched to indicate the pain.

“Oh come on! It's just an ice cream,” you whined, stopping like a toddler to make fuss, stomping your feet to show your exaggerated frustration.

He cooed at your ministrations as you made your way towards the ice cream shop, looking over the wide variety of treats to choose from, your eyes shining at the vibrant colours paired with the heavenly smell of sweetness hanging over the dimly lit shop which you had grown to be fond of in this brief visit of yours.

Sunghoon was quick to select his ice cream while you took time with yours, seeing so many new flavours you wished to try, you wondered why you had never been tho this shop before.

“I'll pay!” you handed cashier your card which he accepted with a smile, Sunghoon shaking his head at the back with a hint of grin.

“Do you still ice skate?” you asked once you were settled on a wooden bench, a small pond right ahead with some cute ducks swimming around on a lookout for something edible.

Your question caught him off guard, “I—I haven't been to the rink in a long time,” he confessed slowly and you gave him a confused look.

“Do you miss it though?”

He nodded wordlessly.

You mimicked his action. Ever since you had first seen him skate with the courtesy of Mina, it was easy to fall in love with the way he glided around the ice so gracefully, fluffy hair bouncing around with his triple axel as he landed his foot in a perfect position, completing his sophisticated routine. You had always accompanied Mina for his competitions ever since. You had witnessed him getting better at his abilities.

With your ice creams almost finished, he looked your way, frowning when he saw you deep in thought.

“Hey,” he whispered, capturing your attention.

In a second, the last and your favourite part of the ice cream cone was gone, the culprit being Park Sunghoon who had his mouth full with a triumph smirk on his face.

“No you didn't,” it was more of a warning than anything else. He found the sight of your mouth hung open highly cute and funny.

“Uh uh,” he stopped your arm from flailing, holding you in place. “You've got a little something—” he trailed off just as he had done when he first came back home.

His finger was quick to wipe the curve of your smile, collecting the slightly melted ice cream you had messily left there before he took it closer to his mouth, his tongue swirling around his finger in a slow motion as he tasted it.

Your eyes closed autonomously. Taking in a deep breath, you stood up to chase Sunghoon and he ran with all his might, “You can't keep doing that!” you screamed and thanked your luck for the park being rather empty, you would have been a nuisance for the public otherwise.

“I can, I will,” his laugh made you smile back but you halted once you got near the ice cream shop, the same one you had been to not even twenty minutes back.

Sunghoon stopped turned to see what you were looking at, it was a guy, you didn't look too happy to see him. He jogged back to you.

“Hoon,” you turned him around so that your back was against the big tree, his figure hiding you from the vision of the guy who had rejected you.

He was sweet, but you admit it was embarassing for you to even go back at that memory. Especially when it was your first time trying after your heartbreak with Heeseung.

Peeking in a manner which won't expose your figure, you saw Yoshi with a girl. It was probably her, his date, but it looked like they were dating, bashful smile on his face.

You gasped when the you saw who he was with.

“Hoon, isn't that—”

“Anna,” he whispered, gulping down his emotions but his eyes reflected his feelings.

Anna was famous around the school for many reasons, she was graceful and kind to others, at least in front of them. However, her name was known by all once she started dating Sunghoon, the event being a big deal since he never went even close to kissing anyone, dating was a dream for them.

You were convinced that he looked at Anna with heart in his eyes, until one day they broke up, you didn't know the reason why, it wasn't your place to ask him anything.

Now, the love in his eyes was replaced by a mixture of hurt and hatred. At least that's what you gathered from your little act of espionage.

“Are they gone?” you asked in a whisper.

“They're leaving,” he replied, bringing his attention back to you.

The atmosphere had turned gloomy, the clouds filling up the sky as the evening approached.

“I think they left,” you spoke up a few seconds later, finally paying attention to the proximity, he had you trapped against the tree.

“They didn't,” he said without checking once, his gaze transfixed on your face and a question bugged your head unprovoked — how his lips would feel against yours.

You looked up at his deep brown eyes, his nose brushing against yours in a soft caress, making you stand up on your tippy toes, his hand on your waist helping you balance as you held on to his arm for support.

“Are you alright?” you asked gently, cradling his face. A shiver went down your spine when he opened his mouth to reply, his lips brushing yours.

“I want to kiss you,” the thoughts of you filled his mind, and you were more than willing to be a distraction for him.

“Then do it,” you urged in not more than a whisper.

He licked his lower lip, caressing your cheek with his thumb as his forehead rested on yours.

Your heart fluttered when his lips met yours in a gentle kiss and you could only focus on how soft and plump his lips felt against your own.

He smiled when he tasted the bits of chocolate from the ice cream you had earlier, the curve of his mouth made you smile into the kiss along with him. The warmth spreading around his body clearly indicating that it felt right, that Sunghoon had wanted to kiss you ever since he saw you with chocolate chip pancakes when he came back.

Maybe he had liked you prior to that, but never had a reason to act upon it until he got the opportunity to be with you, to experience it with you.

“Hoon,” your gasp made him pull you closer, he couldn't wrap his head around how pretty you were and how perfectly his name rolled off your tongue.

Your whole body tingled with his lean body pressed against yours, a sound desperately wanted to escape your throat, but you didn't let that happen.

He leaned back to see a white petal on your head, probably from the tree above, which picked off and blowed away, making you giggle. His cheeks were flushed and you could hear his heart beating fast as your hand rested on his chest.

“Let's go,” he took your hand.

“Where?” you asked, still breathless.

“Home.”

The place was empty when he pulled you in his room, it was clean and minimalistic, just as you thought it would be. You dreaded to bring the topic up, not wanting to mess up what had just started between you both, so you tried to approach him with hesitation.

“Can I ask you something?” you fiddled with your fingers.

“Yeah, of course,” he said, already knowing what was to come. He made you sit with him on the bed, facing you and making sure you were close to him.

“What happened back there?” you spoke slowly. Holding his hand and securely keeping it on your lap when you saw his vulnerable state.

“I don't know, I—I just froze when I saw her,” he started, “You've met her before,” you nodded, rubbing soothing circles on his hand.

“Anna was the first person I had genuinely grown to love and she was amazing, kept me on my toes, made me laugh until—” he suck in a breath, “—until she decided I wasn't enough.”

“What?” you thought they fell out of love, had a misunderstanding but never considered what he had to say next.

“She cheated on me while I was away at university, I had come back to surprise her and, yeah I got surprised with the sight in front of me.” his voice cracked and you wanted nothing more than to engulf him in a hug.

And so you did. He graciously accepted it, pulling you close enough for you to be on his lap. You noticed how he was shaking and you cupped his cheek.

“She's genuinely the worst human to have let gone of you,” you kissed his nose, “You're beautiful, amazing and most importantly, you're enough.”

You said those words in such a convincing manner that even he had grown to believe it.

“You think so?” he leaned forward.

“I know so,” you confirmed.

He let out a breath.

“You make me go crazy, y/n,” he whispered, leaning his forehead on yours.

“Use me,” you said, “To forget about her.”

“No,” he stopped you, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I want you, genuinely. She's got nothing on you, y/n.”

His words were as convincing as yours, which made you kiss him, pulling his nape closer to you, he groaned into the kiss.

“Tell me about you,” he said after breaking the kiss.

“Tell what?” you gulped.

“The reason of your sadness, you've been the most jolly person I've ever come across and you haven't been yourself lately,” he worded it carefully as to not hurt you.

You bit your lip once before gathering your thoughts, “I got heartbroken too, i guess.”

“Did he hurt you?” his voice held anger.

“No! Lord no. I hurt myself by expecting too much.” you frowned, thinking about your summer camp and the bambi eyed boy who took your first kiss. Your first love.

“Hey, I got you,” he kissed you again, distracting your mind from going into a spiral of the thoughts you did not need.

You tilted your head to give him more access to your neck, his scent filled up your nose, subtle yet musky, whimpering out his name as he bit your clavicle, kissing it right after.

“Like that?” he asked, continuing to give you his undivided attention.

You nodded, looking at him, basked in the sight of his pretty face, nose brushing on your skin which tickled you faintly.

“Y/n,” he called your name lowly, his hand travelling inside your top, caressing your waist, squeezing it gently.

You were sitting just above his crotch, which made you aware of his current state, chest heaving up and down when you felt him growing hard.

“See what you're doing to me,” he whispered, his lips on the shell of your ear.

Just then, he rolled his hips up, pressing his hardened cock on your clothed core, which had started to get wet with your current activities.

A sudden feeling of bravery took over your body, “You can't complain when you're doing the same,” you let out, unbuttoning your shorts, guiding his hand inside for him to feel your soaked panties.

The groan he let out was enough to make you go crazy, head clouded with the thoughts more lewd. “I'm gonna fucking ruin you,” he said, rubbing you through your panties.

“Do it, please! I want you to ruin me,” you said, expressing your eagerness with each word, pressing yourself down on his fingers to get more friction.

You were under him just a second after those left your mouth, his hand cradling your cheek, “You sure?”

Nodding, you looked at him with an innocent expression, he heard how staggered your breath had become, “I need words, princess.”

His fingers wrapped around your neck, applying the slightest pressure to get an answer out of you, “Yes—” you breathed out, gulping down.

You whined when he retreated his hand, getting up, however, the sight in front of you was a thousand times better than you could have ever imagined.

Park Sunghoon getting rid of his clothes in all his glory, skin glistening under the dim light of the room.

Eyes never leaving yours, he got closer again, faint line of abs in your view as his hands swiftly removed your shorts along with your panties, leaving you bare from bottom.

He sucked in his breath at the sight. It was clear how you affected him just enough if not more, desperation shining deep in his keen dark eyes. Even more so when you happily got rid of your top for him, revealing your valley of breasts. He wasted no time in settling himself between your legs, his kisses felt nothing less than him worshipping your body. Your eyes rolled back with pleasure as he found a particular spot on your neck which made you shiver, that being his favourite place to come back to.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, his hardened length poking your inner thigh, too close to your wet slit, where you needed him the most.

Meanwhile, your brain also wondered how you'd be able to fit his length in. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close to your lips, brushing them against his in an urgent whisper, “Hoon, fuck me I beg you.”

“Shit. How can I ever say no to you, especially when you look at me like that?” he pumped his dick a few times, licking his lower lip as he positioned himself at your entrance, your wetness touching his tip.

He kisses you roughly as finally enters you in a go, thrusting a few times to bottom out inside you.

His lips silenced your moans, your mind turning into a mush with the stretch, lips chanting his name like a mantra, which his lips absorbed with a groan.

Your walls clenched around him, his breathing ragged with the warm feeling of having you around him. Having you under him wasn't something he should have ever thought about, but you gave him exactly what he wanted out of you, a reaction. Always shy and flustered around him, he loved that and looked forward to spending time with you, the physical attraction paired up with genuine liking, he had grown attached to you in the little time you spent together. However, he didn't consider it little for, you had always been around him one way or the other.

But having you under him topped it all. He can see how sensitive you've grown, so he decides to speed it up for you sake, teasing your nipples with his tongue as he pounded into you, his strength unmatched with the thrusts getting harder as you tried to contain your noises to prevent them reaching to other rooms. You couldn't afford that.

Your nails dug in his shoulders, dragging against his back hard enough to leave marks. He seemed to enjoy seeing you a squirming mess and he wondered how it would feel to hear your pretty whimpers and moans which you had been trying so hard to keep to yourself.

You felt like you were in heaven with a guy who didn't look any less than a greek god, fucking you with all he had, hitting your g-spot. You could barely comprehend anything but him, clenching around him harder when you felt his cock twitch inside of you, a familiar knot building in your lower abdomen.

“Let go, baby,” he whispered, thumb caressing your cheek, “Show me how pretty you look while cumming,” he said, holding himself back from filling you up.

You felt drunk on his cock as he whispered sweet nothings in the shell of your ear, his breath tickling you. He made sure to maintain his composure while rubbing your clit with his thumb, helping you approach your orgasm with his thrusts getting sloppier. You gasp at the feeling of your orgasm washing over, Sunghoon pulling his cock out, spilling his cum all over your lower abdomen as he hissed out lowly, eyebrows scrunched and lip bitten with the euphoria taking over you both.

You couldn't stop yourself from gathering his cum on your two fingers, sucking them clean with a hum while looking into his eyes.

“Good fucking lord, you are so mine,” he growled, pulling you up into a kiss, his hand on your nape to have you closer to him.

He saw your face glowing, a gentle smile on your face, which he returned, feeling giddy. He pulled you up as you yelped, giggling. The aura in the room had switched to something lighter, happiness filling the air as you saw his eyes absorbing every inch of you.

“You were amazing,” he pecked you gently. “You are amazing, y/n.”

His words made you feel valid and safe, something which had been lacking in your life from a while despite your loved ones trying their hardest to cheer you up. And you were thankful to have them all. He had the most adorable smile on his face the entire time he babied you, cleaning you up and throwing in compliments here and there, which made you hide your face behind your hands.

Now clad in his big black t-shirt, you lied down on his bed, him joining you soon. You fiddled with the end of his t-shirt, it smelled like him and you felt like a little baby being pampered.

“C'mere, I haven't kissed you enough,” he held you close, making you laugh at the small kisses he placed all over your face.

“Hey!” you whined as he avoided your lips. That successfully elicited a laugh out of him as he leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss.

“Thank you,” he spoke softly, making you furrow your brows, cuddling closer to him under your light blanket, the cool air of the airconditioner giving you goosebumps, his warmth being your escape from it.

“For being here—” he held your hand, “—and hearing me out, I'm not the best when it comes to the heart to heart talks.” he admitted with a small frown.

“You can always talk to me, I'm here,” you said softly, pecking his forehead before he pulled you in an embrace.

“You're beautiful,” he said out of nowhere, resulting in your scrunched up nose which he found more than adorable, pulling you into a another kissing session which made you realize and come to terms with one important thing—

You liked Park Sunghoon.

And he reciprocated your feelings.

Sunghoon's head was buried in your neck, his lips brushed your skin with a soft tickle and this sight was something you hadn't ever expected to see, however, you wanted to remember it forever. You fondly ran your fingers through his soft locks just like you had wanted to, until you got an abrupt reminder of what had happened.

You had sex.

With Park Sunghoon.

Your best friend's brother.

With that, you woke up faster than ever with the intention to leave before getting caught. You wanted to tell Mina before she found out with some other source. The possibility of her accepting your newest setting would be high, but it was something you didn't want to bet over.

Sunghoon groaned with the sudden movement of yours, which disrupted his peaceful sleep, he looks angelic while sleeping, you did admit.

“Y/n?” his voice came out raspy, deeper than his usual tone, which was both, a blessing and a curse. You were torn between a need to hear more of his voice and the urge to get out without anyone else noticing.

Keeping, your hormones aside, you opted for the latter option, shaking the said boy to wake him enough for him to interpret your words properly.

“Mornin',” he scrunched his nose, opening one eye before pulling you in a hug, holding you like a plushie before placing a sweet kiss on your head.

Getting him out of bed was hard, especially when he wanted nothing more than to sleep with having you in his arms. Nevertheless, you succeed in dragging him to the attached bathroom, waiting for him to brush his teeth while you tried to keep your prying eyes away from his naked torso.

“Come on, Hoon, I have to get back! I can't get caught here, I don't even know how Mina would react to that—your sister is unpredictable really—” he figured that the only way to stop your rambling would be to have you pinned between his arms, and he did so, your back pressed against the sink tiles as he smirked, showing a glimpse of his freshly brushed teeth—which took him five more minutes than you despite the initial start time being same for you both.

“Princess, calm down or else I'll have to fuck your mouth to shut you up,” he warned playfully.

As tempting as the offer was, you shut your mouth, looking away from his gaze before he laughed, helping you out and dropping you back to your place without anyone else noticing your presence.

He was adamant about you kissing him as a good bye, which you did to earn a goofy smile out of him. He pulled you in for another one before letting you go with a sad look showcasing his face.

You took the longest shower after, telling your parents you stayed over at Mina's, which wasn't a lie on your side. Each droplet on your skin felt like a blanket of comfort as your vulnerable body thought about each thing that took place last night. The thought of Mina not knowing was killing you. Of course, you weren't about to tell her the details but seeking permission felt only right for you.

Which is why you sat down at your usual seat at the little pink cafe nearby, waiting for your friend to come over, your fingers rubbing your ear as you thought of fleeing at the last moment. You had called her but you did miss one important thing — you had no way to clearly tell her what you and Sunghoon were.

Not when you weren't sure yourself.

“It's been ages since I last met you,” she made her loud entrance, hugging you right away.

“I missed you,” you said, hugging her back.

You did, you missed hearing her bitching about random girls who hit on Yedam, you missed watching Disney movies with her even when you both were well versed with each line of Frozen, you would watch it with her without question.

Catching up with her was easy, it had barely been two days which you didn't spend with each other, yet she had a ton of new gossip to mull over, almost making you forget about your worries.

Just something about the Park siblings made you feel better in a genuine manner, maybe it was in their genes to have a safe aura around them.

You were laughing at something she had told you about her ex, until you both grew silent—it was a comfortable one.

“I saw you yesterday,” she started slowly.

You opened your mouth to say something, your heart beating faster at the wait of what was to come.

“After his breakup, he never opened up to anyone,” Mina confessed, you looking at her with confusion. “He didn't even tell mom, or me, or anyone for that matter. His appearance changed to the darker kind—” she tried wording it up correctly, but got emotional mid-way, eyes teary, “I don't know, he stopped talking altogether and he wasn't even ready to come home for holidays, it was mom who dragged him here.”

“Mina—” you tried to find some comforting words, gripping your drink tighter, “—I didn't know, I'm so sorry.”

She let out a soft laugh, “Sorry? You bitch! I should be saying thank you to you, I don't know what black magic you're doing to him but he's talking, smiling even!”

You felt overwhelmed with this newfound information, your hopes of having something genuine with him was high, and the thought of being with him wasn't so scary anymore.

“And I heard him open up to you last night, I didn't hear it of course, I wouldn't want to invade his privacy and left, but I'm glad he's got you, y/n.”

She looked at you with soft eyes, “I warned him to take care of you, but I have this little request for you too,” you nodded, eyes teary as you saw your friend sniffling. And you cursed yourself for being so sensitive. “Take care of him as well, please.” her voice came out strained and you nodded urgently, giving her the best smile you could muster at the given moment.

You opted to walk back home, letting everything sink in. First love was something which you had kept on a pedestal, the idea of falling in love was beautiful, but you did hear about it being comparable to a rose—beautiful, attracts everyone with it's pretty colours and fragrance. Nonetheless, it came with thorns which were promised to prick your skin, to make you bleed. It hurt. Sunghoon didn't take it well, you wouldn't either had you been in his place.

The weather seemed to have heard your inner conflicts, it's mood changing into a gloomy one as little rain droplets fell on your body, making you shiver with the cold temperature of it.

You didn't mind the drizzle, you simply wanted to run to Sunghoon and smash your lips onto his. Like you had thought of before — Park Sunghoon was a soft boy with a delicate heart beneath that tough leather jacket. Your clothes sticking to your body with the wetness of the rain taking over.

The walk was peaceful and you didn't have the littlest clue of what was to come. A deep voice called out your name, grabbing your attention as you finally looked up. You had almost been home. Nevertheless, you weren't sure if it was your hallucination, or wheather Sunghoon was standing in front of your place, hair wet and a sweet smile plastered onto his face as he saw you.

“Hoon?” you whispered, asking yourself if he was here, and he started walking towards you, which confirmed that you weren't going crazy. And you ran. Your heart talking control of your mind and he eagerly waited to pull you in a hug, but you had different plans.

Standing in front of him, you cup his cheek, standing on your tippy toes as you searched his eyes for any kind of hesitance. That's when he took your name again, hands on your waist, your body pressed against his as you finally smashed your lips on his, pulling him in a fervent kiss.

He had been restless ever since you had gone back to your place in the morning, he wanted to hold you again, to kiss you, to have you close to him. He wasn't a stranger to these feelings, well aware of how much he had grown to like you. So he simply came over to your place, only for your mom to say you're not home. Waiting for you seemed like the best idea since you hadn't checked his texts as well.

Park Sunghoon was a living fantasy, he swiftly removed his leather jacket, covering both your heads before pulling you closer by the nape. You laughed softly as his strong hands kept you up when your legs started to get wobbly, he drove you insane.

“Sunghoon,” his name rolled off your tongue perfectly.

“I wanted to see you, I fucking miss you every second of my day. What have you done to me?” he spoke up, voice coming out as a breathless whisper.

Your heart melted at how effortlessly he confessed his feelings for you, made you feel like you mattered.

“Kiss me,” you replied, and he wasted no time in doing so, his lips feeling like a soft caress on yours, plump and molding perfectly against your own.

Your heart fluttered more than ever, and you knew he felt exactly the same with how fast his heartbeat was, your hand on his chest, your cheeks heating up with the feeling of happiness filling you up.

You wanted him around for a long time.

He made sure to do so.

The next few days were incredible, your parents were more than happy to see your eyes shining like they usually did, Kitty teased you with Sunghoon's name, laughing at how breathless you got with the thought of him being even close to you.

As for the said guy, he intended on being close to you. Just like how he paid a visit to you at midnight the other day, being the epitome of cliché as he got out a ladder to climb up to your room, your panicked face sending him into a laughing fit. He was unbelievable, going from being soft and cuddling with you, to grabbing your breast from behind, his hard on poked your ass. You gasped as he kept his hand over your mouth, trailing down sweet kisses on your neck before you pleaded for more. He held you close as he fucked you from behind, his nose brushing against your nape, and you could only close your eyes with how full and content you felt with him.

He couldn't get enough of you, especially when he hadn't heard you whimper out his name, so he decided to take you on a long drive in his beloved car, driving you to a breathtaking area, a secluded spot where the stars shined brightly.

Under that blanket of dark blue beauty, he kissed you, helping you get on his lap. That's when he heard you whimper for the very first time, he fucked you in his car, his big hands on your waist as he guided you through your orgasm, hips grinding on his dick until he filled the condom in you, pulling you into a fervent kiss right after, fingers gripping your hair to hold you in place.

He was a passionate kisser and he had grown addicted to have your lips on his. Demeanor changing soon after, he wanted to fill you up with all his love, he spent time staring at your sleeping figure after he had taken you back home, car parked in front of your place, but he had no heart to wake you up, especially when he found you the cutest in your sleepy state. He woke you up with kisses and helped you inside. Your parents loved him for being responsible and caring towards you.

Your nights were more for texting him, face timing him rather than sleeping. He went as far as singing in his deep baritone for you to sleep. He would never admit to it but his voice genuinely sounded pretty, at least to you.

With a few days left for prom, you had spent almost all days together, Mina stealing you for some days, at which he pouted with a sulky face. You could only coo, giving him a kiss on his mouth.

Seeing him staying away from ice skating was painful, even for you, and so you surprised him by taking him there, “Teach me?” you smiled, hugging him when you saw a flicker of emotion on his face. And he did, laughing as you tried to balance yourself, his hands on your waist coming to your rescue from falling down.

“Thank you,” he spoke gently, not caring about the few other people around the rink as he pulled you closer and into a soft kiss, caressing your cheek right after.

“Don't thank me,” you whispered with earnest eyes.

“Happiness looks good on you,” you had smiled before skating away.

And he swore his heart never felt this full before.

A maximum of three days later, he wanted to take you out yet again.

He took you out to the very same amusement park where you had third wheeled with Mina and Yedam. This time, however, he had decided he wanted you alone, not bothering to invite anyone else. That particular day was full of zeal, the air had a light breeze with the sun shining brightly over your head, not the kind to be irritating, but the kind that makes you feel fresh. His fingers intertwined with yours the entire time, he even got you matching headbands with a shy smile and you pinched his cheeks, ear tips red.

You squealed when he kissed you on top the ferris wheel, “Cliché, right?” he had asked after breaking the kiss, forehead pressed against yours.

“You're a dork, I hope you know that,” you had laughed.

“It kills me,” he pouted, dropping you back home, his hand resting on your thigh.

“What does?” you mindlessly asked, eyes fixated on the shaded sky, watching the sun say good bye for the day.

“I won't be able to see you tomorrow,” he whined, and you laughed.

Things had changed, his tough boy exterior always vanished around you, and, well, he wanted to spend every second of his day in your presence.

“It's just a day, Hoonie, I have to have my beauty rest and pampering sessions before the big day, no?” you asked, talking about prom which was to take place overmorrow, “Besides, you can always send in your random memes and text me.”

“Texting isn't enough.”

“Then what is?” you asked, lips turned up as you knew exactly what he had in mind.

“I'll show you.”

Safe to say, you ended up on his lap, his lips not having enough of you as he took his sweet time before letting you leave, texting you as soon as he got back to his room too.

Your to-do list had a myriad of tasks, namely—waxing, getting your hair done, a facial clean-up and some other minute things you had to pick up. Mina was your company for the day, she scrunched up her nose each time you told her about a certain thing you did with Sunghoon, calling it gross with an amused face. You definitely kept the spicy details to yourself, not wanting to traumatise her.

“But I really am glad to see you both happy, and that sounds sappy, and that rhymes—what the fuck?” your best friend rambled on continuously while getting her nails done, the assistant applying the last coat of nail polish on it. Meanwhile, you were done with yours, shaking your head at the series of texts Sunghoon had sent.

“That's gross,” she scrunched up her face at the kissing emojis Sunghoon had sent.

He was a cheesy texter, you admit.

Nevertheless, you felt happy.

Looking back, you would have laughed had someone said that you'll be going to prom with the infamous Park Sunghoon, who just happened to be your best friend's brother.

The reality, however, didn't seem bad to you, in fact, you loved every bit of it. Time passed by slowly, and you wanted nothing more than to be in his arms again but were not allowed to do so.

It was the day, the reason why you had grown close to Sunghoon—your prom day. You probably wouldn't even have been talking to him had he not accepted Mina's offer to be your date. So, you had to thank Mina for her over the top ideas and overexcited state.

And to top your hopeless state, Sunghoon had been teasing you since the morning, sending you arm pics as he flexed his muscles for you to see how ripped he had gotten. You didn't want wetness pooling in your panties with him not around to help you out, so you kept your phone a safe distance away, ignoring the poor boy who ended up shaving to pass his time, scrolling back to read your older texts. The chat history wasn't supposed to be this long considering you had started texting a total of twenty five days back.

“Don't move!” Mina screamed.

“I can't fucking help it!” you said, using the exact tone as her.

“If you move again then your liner will be smudged and then Sunghoon, ew by the way, would run away and then you'll come back to me, crying.”

“That's not how it works.”

Mina had been trying to perfect your liner from the past seven minutes, and your constant squirming didn't assist her well. You weren't sure if it was excitement or anxiety.

“Finally,” she sighed, moving back and you sank into your seat, finding your messed up posture comfortable before drinking water. You opened your eyes after Mina confirmed that your liner was fully dried, looking at your reflection in the mirror.

The lipstick shade complemented to your skin shade well as you smiled, eyes looking estatic in wait of him seeing you like this. And you couldn't help but ponder about how he would look in his black suit, a white button up which would fit his body perfectly—

No. You shook your head, helping yourself to be devoid of any thoughts which could possibly make you needy.

“Get dressed, quick!” she clapped her hands, coming out of the bathroom after she had changed. She wore a light pink, silky, off shoulder dress which reached her knees.

You whistled lowly, “Damn you look hot—”

“—and you should leave before I make-out with you,” she replied in a breath, making you laugh, you followed her instructions nevertheless.

The black dress fit you perfectly, and you wished Sunghoon was here to zip it up for you like the previous time, the very time he had made your legs feel like a jelly, and you could only wonder how his reaction would be while seeing you in all your glory.

“You know what? Maybe we should make-out,” Mina gasped, looking at you up and down, which made you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, Yedam would kill me though,” you played along.

“Who cares about him, I want you,” she purred and you both broke into a fit of giggles just a second later.

“Speaking of the devil, he's here! I'll be leaving first, and Sunghoon is on his way! And uhm, don't forget to keep your lipstick and spare tissues with you, wear the second set of heels instead of the first one, see you!” you wondered how she spoke it all in a breath but you hugged her softly, thanking her for helping you out, to which she slapped your arm.

She practically ran after, shouting good byes to your parents downstairs and you shook your head at her usual antics.

“Oh, y/n, you look beautiful,” your parents said and your sister giggled at your mom's emotional state, seeing her daughter grow into a beautiful woman was something she would never be able to get used to, especially when you're still their little girl.

You hugged them softly, not to mess up your styled hair. Just then, the bell rang and you noticed a camera in Kitty's hands. “Oh no, you won't be embarassing me today—”

“Oh yes, we have to get a picture of his reaction when he sees you, duh! Go and hide!” she shooed you away, asking you to hide near the staircase.

And you obliged, heartbeat racing with the urge to see him, kiss him. That wasn't something you'd do in front of your family, hence, you kicked that thought out of your mind.

“Good evening—” his voice reached your ears and suddenly, your mom started complimenting him, gushing about how handsome he looks, Kitty following the suit while your dad made sure to remind him to take care of you, the usual dad stuff basically.

That's when you took a deep breath, coming out to reveal yourself, your heels clanking against the floor successfully captured his attention.

Your eyes are fixated on his face to memorize his expression. His mouth hung open slightly, eyes raked up and down your body, absorbing every inch of your beauty, breathing hitched and hands clutching a bag and a bouquet of flowers tighter than intended.

A flash of light snapped him out of his daze.

“Awestruck? Perfect for the album!” your sister squealed and you sighed.

Your legs felt weak already with his presence around you, specially when he looked like a guy straight out of your fantasy. Hair combed and parted to the side, suit hugging his figure perfectly, lips plump and soft, a watch adorned his hand with a few rings on his finger. Jaw well defined with a face that was carved by the god himself. Safe to say, you were in a daze too.

Your parents excused themselves, dragging a very pouty Kitty away—who wished to see the whole ordeal as if it were a movie.

“Hey, you—” he walked towards you, stretching his hand to give you a pretty bouquet of baby's breath, remembering how you had once mentioned them in a conversation, saying they look pretty, “—you look stunning,” you wrapped your fingers to accept the flowers, but he only pulled you closer, “And so fucking hot.”

His breath fanned the shell of your ear, “Glad to see you learned how to zip your dress up,” he spoke lowly and you pushed him, shy with his sudden advances.

He found you just as cute as he did when he wiped that chocolate from the corner of your lip. “Hey, c'mere.”

His whisper was soft as he took out a pretty corsage from his bag, securing the tiny flower bouquet as you looked at him with fond eyes, “This is beautiful,” you breathed out, overwhelmed and giddy to have him around you.

“Beautiful flowers for my beautiful girl,” he smiled, placing his fingers under your chin, making you look up at him, “Beautiful, beautiful girl.”

His lips brushed against yours, your nose touching his as he placed a feather light kiss, so delicate that you barely felt it. With that, he stepped back and you whined.

“Can't have your lipstick getting smudged already, can we?” he teased, and you pouted.

“Unfair! You're not getting any kisses tonight then.”

“We'll see, princess.” he said, arm out and you grabbed it, “Shall we?” he asked, voice resembling that of a royalty.

“We shall, prince.” you laughed softly, shouting a good bye to your parents and asking your mom to put the flowers in a jar before leaving for your prom. Finally.

You had started to think that Park Sunghoon had gone absolutely crazy with the amount of teasing he has done in the span of your short drive. It's normal for him to place his hand on your thighs, however, squeezing and inching it up was a new action.

“Hoon,” you had gulped and he only shook his head slowly.

“Shh, baby, I'm trying my hardest not to fuck you here.”

And you've been a mess ever since, his hand rested on your waist while you made your way inside the venue, the decorations were far more grand than you had imagined, whole student body on the dancefloor, jumping and smiling as they moved their bodies with the rhythm, the food section on the other side and tables set for you all to rest and sit down. Your eyes met Mina on the dance floor and she winked at you, while you blew her a kiss, waving towards Yedam.

Sunghoon's hold was tighter as he noticed a some faces glancing your way, you being the object of either desire or envy with your beauty. Pairing that up with Sunghoon being your partner, it was a topic of gossip since no one knew how and when Anna had broken up with him, and since when was he with you. Rumours were sure to spread soon.

However, you weren't bothered, school was over and you had to leave for university soon, waiting for the acceptance letters to come back.

“May I have this dance?” he asked, keeping up his royal agenda for the night.

Your eyes crinkled as you smiled, “You may.”

He led you to the dance floor, hands settling down on your waist as he pulled you flush against his chest, swaying slowly despite the music being fast which elicited a hearty laugh out of you, his own fangs showing in a wide smile.

He spins you towards him so your bodies are pressed against each other, his blazer touching your bare clavicle, hands circling your waist, placing subtle teasing touches here and there.

Your majority of the time was spent while dancing, and of course, Park Sunghoon had to be a good dancer and you were convinced that there was nothing he couldn't do. Except, he didn't kiss you the whole night. He had you on your tippy toes each time he came closer to you, but never once fully pressed his lips against yours as if he was testing your patience.

“I'm gonna get a drink,” you said, sulking away from his figure and he pulled you back.

“Sorry to say, but that drink is a hundred percent spiked,” he let out and you sulked further.

“I'm thirsty!” you whined.

“So am I,” he said, but the desire in his eyes told you that you both were talking about two completely different kind of thirsts.

“You're not getting shit, Park,” you smirked, feeling the need to talk back all of a sudden and he played with a strand of your hair.

“Why is that, kitten?” the new nickname made you gulp down, looking away for a second.

“Figure that out yourself,” you said, walking away and he followed you as you stood at the back with the crowning of prom king and queen taking place, something you didn't have any particular interest in.

“I can make you cum untouched, y'know?” he continued with his comments, which you'd admit, did affect you.

“Shut up, someone will hear!” you gasped out.

“Look, it's the asshole,” Mina came by your side, to which Sunghoon groaned, but looked at where she was pointing.

Anna, the prom queen. It was expected with how hard she had been trying to please everyone the whole year, votes went to her and the smile on her face was too bright for your liking. The king however, was some guy from the football team, Yoshi standing there with a small smile as he watched his girlfriend click pictures with another guy.

You genuinely felt bad for him, a frown on your face.

“I can't believe she came here with Yoshi!” she spoke up, a distasteful expression on her face.

“I know,” you whispered.

Sunghoon looked blank at the scene, not even bothering to look at his ex, when he had you to look at. He knew for certain that the only thing she cared about was her image.

“I'll be staying with Yedam for the night so don't worry about me not getting home,” she told Hoon simply and his eyes widened.

“No funny business or you're dead,” he spoke with serious eyes and you laughed, Mina slapped her forehead and Yedam looked at her for help.

“Have fun!” you winked at her, dragging Sunghoon away—who had a lot to say to Yedam.

The night was going peacefully, you giggling at something Sunghoon was whispered in your ear. You had been blaming him for being a tease all night, while he claimed to have done nothing of that sort.

“Okay, don't blame me because I won't be able to stop,” he said, pulling you closer by nape and kissing you right on your mouth, tongue entering your mouth as you gasped, humming at what you had been craving for the whole night.

You looked at him with a dizzy smile, shy at how easily he took in control and swept you off your feet.

Your smile dropped when you saw Yoshi waving at you, his expression unreadable as Anna excused herself from him, making her way towards where you and Sunghoon stood, a small smile on her face. Some people halted to see the interaction between the exes, you standing there with your hands in his, squeezing it gently to reassure him.

“Hey! Y/n, was it?” she smiled, too sweet for it to be real.

“Hey, Anna,” you forced a smile of your own.

Her eyes went down to see your fingers intertwined with his, a muscle in her jaw twitching.

“Hoonie,” she breathed out, eyes softening.

And you cringed at the name, despite it being the one everyone used for him. It didn't sound pleasant coming out of her mouth. Especially when you knew what she did to him.

“Anna,” his reply was short and nod curt, he turned towards you, not planning to drag the unnecessary conversation any longer.

“Didn't peg you to be the kind to have hots for your sister's friend,” she spoke quickly, grabbing his attention back again and Hoon was just as fast to reply, reporting before you could say anything.

“Yeah? Exactly like how I didn't peg you to be a fucking cheater.”

His voice being loud enough for a few people to hear, then he dropped his tone with a smirk, “Bet your little boyfriend doesn't know that yet.”

Her expression was that of a horrified one, and you only smiled at her, the same sickening sweet one which she gave you a minute back.

With that, you and Sunghoon left hand in hand, you dragging him out to get some fresh air. The night sky was pretty, sun had set and the breeze was soothingly cool. Leaning against the brink wall outside, he let out a laugh, a genuine laugh.

“I can't believe I said that.”

“I mean, she deserved it.”

You smiled, seeing him answer her fearlessly, unlike how he had been the other day, scared and insecure.

“I do not know how but, you give me confidence,” he breathed out, eyes shining under the moonlight, “And—”

He cupped your cheeks, “—I like you so much, I cannot stop smiling when I look at you.”

His confession made your heart skip a beat and you searched his eyes for any hint of joke or humour. You didn't find any.

“I—I like you more than I like anyone else, Sunghoon,” you spoke up, both your eyes teary at the scene.

And you meant it whole heartedly.

“Let's get out of here.”

You nodded, running as best as you could muster in your heels to get in the car with him. Excitement coursed through his body, he was estatic at your revelation, thinking that you'd reject him by calling him just a fling. However, seeing that wasn't the case made him smile uncontrollably, he had to bite on his lip to prevent it from showing on his face.

“Hey,” he whispered, turning your way to buckle your seatbelt up, nose brushing against yours as you shyly mumbled a hey back, which lead him to swoon over your cute demeanor, rewarding you with a sweet kiss on your lips, his own lips were covered in your lipstick, making him look prettier than you could have imagined.

You wondered how fun it would be to do his makeup if he allowed you to. Different scenarios filling up your mind as you thought of endless possibilities of your future, not bothering to think about leaving for college just yet.

It didn't take him long to drive you back to his place with how needy he was, pulling you inside his room and closing the door right after, pinning you against the door and holding your waist up, his lips on yours in a slow and sensual kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth.

He gently placed you on the bed, his lips never leaving yours as he supported his weight on his arms above you.

“Princess,” his voice was breathy and you felt dazed.

You leaned in to kiss him again but he pulled back with a smirk, “Seems like you're enjoying this a little too much.”

It made you whine, trying to pull him closer and he only pulled back further.

“Sunghoon, don't tease me!” you pouted.

“Are you asking or begging?” his voice came out deep.

“—Please?” you tried begging with the softest eyes you could muster.

Even his simple words were enough for you to submit to him, his body commanding your every move.

“Such a good girl,” he pulled you in a fervent kiss before dipping to whisper, “My good girl.”

You had always loved praises of all kinds, but never expected to get aroused hearing something so simple.

“Come on,” he pulled you up, easily turning you around, “I love this dress on you,” his lips touched your shoulder blade, “But I think we don't need it right now.”

He wasted no time in zipping down your dress, his fingers trailing on your spine, while leaving you bare in just your panties. He followed the suit, getting rid of his blazer and he almost lost his mind when you helped him unbutton his white shirt, groaning as your fingers touched his body, caressing his faint abs before you squeezed his cock which looked painfully hard under his pants.

He pushed you on the bed yet again, getting rid of his pants as well to show you how much he wants you.

“Hoon—” you shivered as he parted your legs, practically tearing your underwear away.

“So fucking pretty, I need to mark you up. Fuck, I can't wait to have my cock in your tight pussy, can't wait to fuck my pretty girl.”

Your back arched into him as he used his tongue flat on your clit, your fingers gripping his hair to keep him in place, “Hoon, y—you feel so good!” your voice was like a melody to his ears. You only bucked your hips up his face to get more of him.

He came up to kiss you, making you taste yourself on his tongue as you moaned in his mouth. True to his words, he sucked and licked on your clavicle, leaving it sore, sure to turn into a reddish purple colour by tomorrow.

His thumb rubbed against your clit harshly, and your soft moans drove him crazy, he wanted to take his time with you.

“Please fill me up, I want you,” you whispered as he pressed his tip on your slit, rubbing it slightly to coat his tip with your arousal, “Lord, I like you so much! I want you so much—” you gasped as he silenced you with a kiss, carefully pressing himself into you, filling you to the brim.

He pulls out slowly before pushing himself back in, continuing his ministrations as you held on to his shoulders, gripping them hard while his name rolled off your tongue in the perfect manner.

It's intimate, slow and he can't focus on anything else but your face, mouth slightly open, eyes closing with pleasure and lips swollen with how hard he had kissed you earlier.

He intertwines his fingers with yours, resting them on the expanse of the bed, a few more thrusts made you hum.

“You're beautiful,” he spoke up, stopping to stare at your state yet again, “So very beautiful, can't get enough of you.”

His words made you shy, his thumb stroking the curve of your lips as he looked at you with admiration, wanting to be closer than you more than ever.

The touch wasn't enough, you craved more, you begged for more.

“I can't hold it anymore,” he spoke up, thrusting in again as your warm walls welcomed him. You could see his cock disappearing inside your hole.

“I'm gonna cum, Hoon!” you admitted out loud as well.

“Go ahead baby, I got you,” at that very moment, you let go and arch your back with your arousal coursing down your body, his own length twitching inside you.

However, you stopped him before he could pull out, “Fill me up please, want to filled up with your cum,” you requested, making you mention that you're on your pill to him yet again and, with an offer so tempting, he couldn't say no.

He was filling you up after a few more thrusts, resting his face in the crook of your neck, his breath fanned your skin as you closed your eyes, tiredness seeping into your body with how hectic your day had been.

Most importantly, you felt loved throughout it all, Sunghoon gave you his undivided attention at all times, you had grown so used to being around him, being without him felt like torture.

“Tired?” he asked, settling down next to you.

“Mhm,” you nodded, snuggling closer to him as he kissed the tip of your nose.

“Let's get you ready for bed, yeah?” he said softly, helping you clean your makeup as he stood between your legs, placing you on the sink counter.

He smiled at your sleepy state, being gentle with you.

He held you for the night, “I like you,” he said softly.

“I like you too,” you giggled as he rubbed his nose against yours before spooning with you.

And you drifted to the dreamland peacefully. It was a prom to remember, and even while sleeping, Sunghoon was only person who serenaded your mind.

Your sleep was disturbed by your loud ringtone. Groaning, you woke up and checked to see the caller—your mom. You groggily answered the call.

“Mum?” you asked.

She replied hurriedly, calling you home that very instant. Your eyes widened and you rushed to gather your clothes, waking up Sunghoon in the process.

“What's wrong?” he asked, eyes adjusting to the light.

“Home. Now.”

The room was silent, everyone staring at your figure while you shut your eyes, palms pressed together in a deep prayer before you breathed out, gulping down the anxiety building up in your stomach.

You nodded, wetting your lower lip before grabbing the envelope in front of you, tearing it open in the most gentle manner, agonizingly slow. All eyes were on your face as your eyes read through what was printed on the paper.

You had to bite your lip to stop it from quivering as you lowered your sheet, opening and closing your mouth.

“Decelis University, Seoul—” your voice was barely a whisper before it got louder, “—I got accepted.”

Your revelation led to rounds of screaming and suddenly, you were pulled into a group hug with everyone congratulating you sporting the most genuine smiles on their faces. Giggles left your mouth with everything going on, you called Mina, telling her and she started crying on the call, “Fuck I'm so proud of you y/n,” she sniffled.

Decelis University was your dream university, the one you'd so dearly wished to get into. You had submitted the forms for both, Seoul and the Busan branch, the prior being your topmost priority and you were overwhelmed to say the least.

“Hey,” Sunghoon was by your side just as he saw your sudden change in expression, “What's wrong?” he asked, concerned.

“Nothing,” you shook your head, plastering a fake smile on your face.

He didn't buy it, however, he didn't push you to tell him and only ended up talking about it again while you both sat down at the nearby park, watching the sunset. Your happiness had a hint of sadness to it, he could sense it.

“Are you happy?” he asked simply.

The question caught you off guard, “Yeah! Yeah, of course I am.”

“Princess,” he sighed, “You've been frowning the whole time.”

You winced, wondering if your feelings were that evident on your face. Head in your hands, you tried to gather your thoughts to formulate some sort of excuse.

Instead, you were pulled into a hug, Sunghoon's hand softly caressing your hair, “You don't have to say anything, okay? Just tell me this is temporary and you'll be okay soon after.”

You snuggled closer to him, “I'm just—worried.”

“Hm? What's it, baby?”

“This is gonna stop really stupid,” you laughed a little before pulling back and answering. “I don't know what we are, Sunghoon. You'll go back to Busan for your uni and I'll be shifting to Seoul soon. The thought of being far from you after this month—It doesn't settle well with me.”

You hid behind your hands again, which he grabbed to kiss your nose softly, “You've been worried about this the whole time?” he asked slowly, a sad smile on his face.

He couldn't lie, he thought about it more times than just once. Deep inside, his insecurity had screamed about how he should hold you back, just for the sake of him. You're basically starting a new life in Seoul, and he doesn't wish to be an object of hindrance in your way. It was awfully eerie how you both had the same thought running in your mind. You didn't wish to stop Sunghoon either, always thinking how he could find someone better than you.

You knew that overthinking would be your downfall.

“And, you're leaving soon too.” your words were strained.

“I don't want to,” he admitted.

“But you have to, and so I,” you couldn't look him in the eye anymore.

The one thing you couldn't handle was the distance—once grown, it was sure to end up drifting away even far with the limitations in interactions.

“Then, let's just make the most of it, hm?”

You couldn't do anything else but nod, trying to calm your heart which was a fraction away from breaking. Again.

He held you the entire time you needed to be okay. But you wondered how you'll be okay after he actually leaves.

“Will you be there tomorrow?” you asked in a low voice.

“I wouldn't dare miss your graduation,” he promised.

True to his word, you found him sitting at the back with your and his own family as you and Mina waved at them excitedly. It was something you had grown accustomed to, mustering up a smile even when you felt empty inside. The expression worked wonders on others.

The ceremony went smoothly, genuinely making you feel content with everything. You hugged Sunghoon when he practically sang out congratulations for you, not caring about the others around you. Your parents were happy at the sight of you and Sunghoon, almost as if they were ready to give their blessings and get you married already, your mother not so discreetly talking about the same while Mina and Yedam laughed at their excitement.

It was another one of those days where the weather wasn't too hot or too cold. He took you out for ice cream right after, making sure to go to the exact shop where you went after your little impromptu movie date, soon going to little arcade nearby where you won all the games, while he sulked around for losing. Maybe he wasn't an all rounder after all.

A month was over and the only question lingering on your mind was—when was Sunghoon going to go back.

Although that was the very thing you didn't wish to ponder upon, however, he told you exactly that before dropping you off at home, in the silence of his car.

“I'm leaving tomorrow.”

You didn't look at him, staring at your lap instead. Facing such situations wasn't your strong suit.

“I—” your tears didn't let you finish your sentence, you rushed to go back inside your place, which was empty since your parents and sister had gone out to your aunt's place for the night.

Sunghoon called out your name with desperacy, following you inside without second thoughts.

“Listen to me just once, please!” his voice came out strained.

“I don't want this,” you spoke up, a tear trailing down your cheek and you wished you to have been less attached. “I can't lose you.”

He pulled you closer until you were crying on his shoulder, his own lip trembling with guilt. He never thought he'd so attached to you, but how could he not? Especially when you looked at him with those eyes, the same eyes he fell in love with in the span of a month.

“Let me make it up to you, please.”

It was his desperacy that spoke up, he wished to make love to you, to hold you for one last time, not knowing what the future held for you both.

“Make love to me, Sunghoon,” your voice was broken but he obliged.

It was slow how he undressed you, memorizing every inch of your body, placing kisses whenever he could just to hear your gasp. The silence was loud, the only sound in the room was due to your activites.

Sunghoon couldn't help but look into your eyes the entire time he was inside you, thrusting gently as he hit all your good spots, blinding you with his essence.

It was gentle, he was so sweet, whispering the words of affirmation in your ear, calling you his girl, his pretty girl. He couldn't stop himself from placing his lips on yours every minute, wishing to be closer to you. Your body quivered, arms wrapped around his neck as you reached your euphoria with him, muttering curses with the heightened sensation.

He kissed your tears away, placing feather light kisses all over your face.

You had grown to love him.

He never wished to leave you.

His arms tightened around your body as he held you to sleep, scared that you'll disappear when he wakes up.

You simply showered him with love, caressing his cheeks as you saw him sleep in your arms, clinging onto you like a koala, the sight was so endearing, it lead you to a peaceful sleep soon after.

Waking up in his arms felt more painful than ever, the pain only escalating when you followed him to the airport, Yedam driving you there as Mina sat shotgun. Sunghoon was clad in all black, just like the day he had came back. He simply hugged his sister, teasing her about something only he knew about. Next up, he warned Yedam to be on his behaviour with his sister, to which he nodded with earnest eyes.

That left you to be the last one to say good bye to him. There was so much you wanted to say to him, so much you wished you could have done with him. Heck, you'd do anything to take him out for ice skating just one more time.

“H—hoon,” you didn't wish to cry, not like this. Even your friend was frowning at your fragile state, however, there was no one to blame for this.

“Shh,” he pulled you in a tight hug, his own emotions getting the best of him.

Your heart twisted as you looked him in the eye, face contorted, lingering sadness in his deep brown eyes. The words were strangled in your throat as you tried to speak up.

“I—”

“I know.” His words were soft before he took your hands, placing soft kisses on your knuckles, “I do too,” he said, reaching to cup your face, pressing one last kiss on your lips, letting it linger for a few seconds before he pulled away, giving you the smallest smile as he made his way inside the airport, not forgetting to get one last look at your sad figure as he finally left for Busan.

That very moment, you realized that falling in love was easy but getting over it was hard. It hadn't even been five minutes and Sunghoon had texted you already. However, you could only cry silent tears of conflict your feelings faced, Mina held you the entire time, saying sorry for absolutely no reason, somehow blaming herself for being the one who started the story of you and Hoon. You didn't regret it, being with Sunghoon was a dream, a dream that ended in the little time of a month.

You texted, called and did all you could to keep your bonds strong, not putting a label on your relationship, however, you drifted as the time passed by. With you moving to Seoul and him working hard towards achieving a better grade, you lost contact. Your fingers itched to call him, but you couldn't muster enough courage to do so, not knowing that he faced the same dispute.

Insecurity won in the end.

It was like a replay all over again and you swore to not let anyone get close to you now that you were in your new setting.

Seoul was a beautiful city, a busy one which kept you on your toes, your schedule different from your usual one and you indulged yourself in working hard to maintain your gpa.

Yet the little voice at the back of your head made sure to remind you of a certain guy who called you princess.

And just like you had done before, you decided to write him a letter.

The one which will stay in your safe box for the entirety of its life.

Dear Park Sunghoon,

It was a cold winter day when I had first met you at the bus stop. The air was freezing with no seats left on the bus except for one. You opted to stand instead of taking the seat, offering it to me despite being a stranger. Perhaps that was the very day I had grown to like you, the small moles scattered all over your face only added to your beauty.

I never thought I'd run into you again. I certainly hoped I did because the way you looked back, giving me a small wave before getting off the bus was enough of a reason for my brain to imprint your face in my memory.

But I saw you again once I befriended Mina, the little smile on your face told me that you, indeed, remembered me.

Even with our little interactions over the years, I had grown to like you, to like how sweet you were, how selfless you were when you offered to get food for us in the seventh grade, when your mom wasn't around. I was sure you never saw me as more than just your sister's best friend, and I was content with it.

However, this time you came back like a cold breeze, bringing comfort to my existence on a hot summery day, lingering for a while until it was hot all over again.

I thought you had changed with your changed demeanor and black leather jacket. But I was wrong, you were the same guy I met in the bus all those years back. You drove me around without complaining a bit, you even agreed on accompanying me to the prom when you could have easily said no.

You teased me like it was your business, you kissed me like you meant it. You swept me off my feet, Park Sunghoon, and I landed straight in the comfort of your strong arms.

Our time together was short-lived, but it didn't stop me from falling in love with you.

You were so perfect, holding me close, giving me the warmth I had always craved. You let me in, let me explore the beauty of you and I don't think I'll get over the magic that you hold in your eyes.

I found it to be the most adorable thing when you hugged me like a baby, being scared of the ghost in the movie. That very day, you kissed me for the first time and I broke all my walls to let you in.

Seeing you skate was a sight for sore eyes. The way you carry yourself is no less than a royalty. Mayhaps that is why I ended up falling deeper for you.

We found solace in each other, you helped me overcome my past while you mentioned how my presence helped you with the same.

But you never taught me how to overcome this overflowing love I have for you.

It's been months since I last saw you, and not a day has passed by when I didn't wonder about this.

Did we give up too easily?

Could we have worked out despite the cruel distance?

I'm not certain as to what will happen the next time we meet, if we ever meet. But it is certain that you will always have a special place in my heart. I'm writing this letter in order to come to terms with my own feelings, but I'll always wonder about this one thing, Sunghoon.

Did it hurt you as much as it hurt me?

Love,

The girl you took to prom.

THANK YOU FOR READING! <3

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