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Pairing: Boyfriend! Heeseung X Girlfriend! Fem! Reader

Genre: Smut🔞(Minors DNI), established relationship AU!

Warnings: Dom! Heeseung, unprotected sex (wrap it up before you tap it), cream pie, teasing, cunnilingus, Heeseung using pet names on reader (princess/ baby/ angel), multiple orgasm, dirty talk, mixture of both praising and degradation, possessiveness (Heeseung being jealous over a teddy bear), Hopefully I didn’t miss out anything else  

Summary: You decided to take advantage of the Christmas holiday to introduce your long-time boyfriend to your parents. However, you didn’t expect Heeseung to get jealous over a teddy bear you kept gifted by your ex. 

A Holiday Special: ➜ Heeseung

| ➜ Jay | ➜ Jake | ➜ Sunghoon |

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Word count: 4,165 words

a/n: Impulse decision for me to make a holiday/ Christmas special for the Hyung line! I will post the other’s every week in the month of December but since this was a last minute project that I made, Sunghoon’s part will probably be posted in the first week of January next year. Hope you all enjoy this little special gifts as a thank you for all the support in 2022! 

For this year’s Christmas holiday, you’ve decided to introduce your long-term boyfriend, Heeseung, to your parents after being consistently pestered by them for wanting to meet him for so long.

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prince charming's mismatch

pairing: prince!heeseung x princess!reader

synopsis: you and prince heeseung have been rivals for as long as you can remember. what began as childhood clashes has grown into a deep-seated animosity over the years. but when your sister runs away on her wedding day, you're forced to take her place and marry heeseung—the last person you ever wanted to call your husband.

now bound in an unwanted marriage, you’re faced with navigating the tension between your unresolved hatred and an unexpected attraction. as palace intrigue and looming threats surround you both, you must confront the truth of your feelings. will the bitterness between you tear you apart, or will it ignite something far more powerful?

genre: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, arranged marriage au

warnings: highly suggestive content!!! kissing, hee and reader are mean at first, insecurities, jealous!hee

note: i've been meaning to write this plot for an year now, im happy with how it turned out! e2l with hee is always soo fun to write. enjoyy

word count: 11.5k

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the first time you met prince heeseung, it was at a grand summer garden party hosted by your parents in the palace’s sprawling grounds. you were barely six years old, and he wasn’t much older, yet even then, the air between you crackled with something akin to competition. your governess had dressed you in your finest lace frock, with your hair tied in perfect ribbons, but none of that mattered. you were too busy building a grand sandcastle near the fountain, your little fingers carefully patting the turrets into shape.

that was when heeseung appeared, his shadow falling over your castle like a storm cloud. he crouched beside you without so much as a polite greeting, his royal title apparently excusing his lack of manners. his eyes, sharp for a child, surveyed your handiwork critically.

“that’s not right,” he declared, reaching out to touch one of your towers. “the walls need to be thicker, or it’ll fall.”

you frowned, already bristling at the unsolicited advice. “it’s my castle. i know what i’m doing.”

he smirked, a small, superior thing that made your blood simmer even at that tender age. without asking, he began "fixing" it, his hands too rough as he demolished what you had so carefully crafted.

“stop!” you cried, shoving him back with all the strength your little body could muster. heeseung stumbled, landing awkwardly on the grass, but instead of being chastened, he merely laughed.

“see?” he said, gesturing at the collapsed sandcastle. “i told you it would fall.”

tears of frustration welled in your eyes as you glared at him. “you ruined it! i didn’t ask for your help!”

heeseung stood, dusting off his fine clothes, a boyish smirk still plastered on his face. “you should thank me. i was doing you a favour.”

from that day forward, any time your families met, it was as if an unspoken rule had been established—whenever you were in the same room, you and heeseung would find something to argue about. it didn’t matter if it was who deserved the biggest slice of cake or who could recite their latin conjugations faster; the two of you were constantly at odds.

as the years passed, your mutual disdain only deepened. by the time you were ten, heeseung had already earned a reputation as the golden boy of his kingdom, a future king who excelled in everything he touched. your own accomplishments were always impressive—your parents had ensured you were well-versed in languages, history, and the fine arts—but whenever heeseung was around, it felt as though all your achievements paled in comparison.

“did you hear?” one of your tutors asked one morning as you sat in the drawing room, diligently practising your embroidery. “prince heeseung has been awarded top marks in his studies again. he’s to receive a commendation from the royal academy.”

you didn’t look up, but your needle paused for the briefest of moments. “how wonderful for him,” you muttered, the words heavy with sarcasm.

that evening, at another royal banquet, you couldn’t help but bring up your own accomplishments, eager for even a crumb of recognition.

“i’ve been practising my archery,” you said proudly to the gathered guests, though your eyes couldn’t help but flick toward heeseung, who lounged nearby, looking as regal and aloof as ever. “i managed to hit the bullseye several times this week.”

heeseung glanced up lazily, catching your eye with that familiar, insufferable smirk. “impressive,” he said in a bored tone, “though archery isn’t quite the same as, say, fencing. that requires real skill.”

your fists clenched under the table, your pride wounded by his casual dismissal. but this was the way it always went. no matter what you did, heeseung always found a way to make it seem insignificant, as though he were the sun and you were merely a star dimmed by his brilliance.

by the time you were both teenagers, the animosity between you had grown more complicated, though no less intense. you found yourselves at the same royal gatherings, balls, and court functions, and each time, it was as if the entire room held its breath, waiting to see what you and heeseung would clash over next.

at one particularly grand ball, you had been feeling proud of your debut. you wore a gown of the finest silk, and you’d received more than a few admiring glances from the eligible noblemen in attendance. you were certain this was your night to shine—until heeseung approached.

“you look well enough,” he said, his voice smooth but with an edge that set your teeth on edge. “though i hope you don’t trip during the quadrille like last time.”

your cheeks flushed, remembering all too well the minor misstep you’d taken at a previous ball. “i won’t,” you snapped, glaring at him. “and even if i did, it’s better than fencing yourself into a corner like you did at the tournament last month.”

his smile faltered for just a second, but that was enough to make you feel victorious.

yet, despite the constant barbs, there was something else simmering beneath the surface now—a tension you refused to name. you hated the way your heart raced whenever heeseung was near, the way his presence seemed to fill every corner of a room. and, though you’d never admit it, you hated even more that part of you missed the old days when your squabbles were simple, childish things.

it all changed the day your sister’s engagement to heeseung was announced. the prince who had been your lifelong nemesis was now to become your sister’s husband, the future king of your kingdom. it was a match made for political alliance, but it felt like a betrayal. you had expected more from him—well, not more kindness, but certainly more rebellion. yet, heeseung accepted the engagement with the same cool composure he did everything else.

for the first time in years, he stopped seeking you out, stopped picking those fights you had come to expect. he no longer bothered with sharp remarks or smug smiles. instead, he kept his distance, as though you were beneath his notice.

you told yourself it didn’t matter. after all, what did you care if heeseung ignored you now? he was going to be your brother-in-law, and that was enough reason to keep things civil. and yet, a strange, hollow feeling settled in your chest whenever you saw him and your sister together. he was colder now, more mature, but somehow more distant than ever.

little did you know, your rivalry with prince heeseung was far from over. if anything, it was only just beginning.

the night your world fell apart, it started with a simple knock on your chamber door. the palace had been abuzz with preparations—florists arranging garlands, tailors hemming gowns, and courtiers whispering about the grand union that would strengthen two kingdoms. you had spent the evening rehearsing your duties as maid of honour, biting back any remnants of bitterness that still clung to your feelings about the match. it didn’t matter that you had spent your entire life despising heeseung; your sister loved him, or at least, she was supposed to.

you were preparing to retire, brushing your hair by the dim glow of candlelight, when your sister slipped into the room, her face pale and eyes wide with fear. you’d never seen her look so frantic. your heart sank before she even said a word.

“i’m not going to marry him,” she whispered, wringing her hands in the folds of her silk nightgown. her voice trembled, but it was steady enough for you to know she wasn’t joking.

your heart lurched. “what are you talking about? the wedding is tomorrow!”

her wide eyes darted to the door as if she feared someone might overhear. she leaned in closer, gripping your wrist with trembling fingers. “i can’t marry heeseung,” she said urgently. “i don’t love him. i’m leaving tonight.”

the words hit you like a physical blow. “you’re what?”

“i’m eloping,” she said, her voice firmer now, as if saying it out loud gave her courage. “with lucien.”

lucien. you barely knew the man, a minor noble from another court, but he had charmed your sister quickly. he was handsome and witty, but far beneath her station. you stared at her, disbelief mixing with fury.

“lucien? are you mad? you can’t just abandon your duty for—”

“for love?” she interrupted, her voice rising in defiance. “yes, i can. i won’t be trapped in a loveless marriage with a man who cares nothing for me.”

you swallowed hard, your mind racing. heeseung, distant and cold as he had been with you, had shown no signs of affection for your sister either, but this was bigger than personal feelings. the marriage was political, a union meant to secure alliances, peace, and power. your sister fleeing would bring nothing but chaos.

“you’ll ruin everything,” you whispered, your voice thick with the weight of the consequences. “our families, the kingdoms—this is bigger than you.”

her eyes softened with a mix of guilt and determination. “i know. but i can’t live my life for duty, not like this.” she stood, gathering a small satchel you hadn’t noticed before, already packed and ready for her escape.

“you won’t stop me, will you?” she asked, her gaze pleading.

you wanted to scream, to shake her out of this madness, but your throat tightened. she was your sister. you loved her. and you knew, deep down, that nothing you said would change her mind.

“i should,” you said, your voice quiet, brittle. “but no. i won’t.”

your sister smiled, a fragile, relieved thing, before pulling you into a tight embrace. the hug felt final, like the end of something neither of you could come back from. when she finally let go, you stood frozen in the middle of her room as she slipped out the window and into the night, her footsteps fading into the shadows.

the palace remained blissfully unaware of the catastrophe until morning, when your mother’s scream shattered the early dawn peace.

the palace was in chaos the next morning. servants rushed through the halls, panic etched on their faces as whispers spread like wildfire—the bride had run away. you stayed in your chambers as long as possible, trying to gather your thoughts, your emotions, trying to prepare for the inevitable fallout.

when the summons came from your father, it felt like a death knell. the walk to the throne room felt endless, each step heavier than the last. the moment you stepped through the grand doors, you saw heeseung standing beside your parents. his face was a mask of icy calm, but his eyes…his eyes were darker than you’d ever seen them, cold and unforgiving.

he didn’t even glance at you as your father spoke.

“your sister has disgraced this family,” your father’s voice boomed, his tone laced with anger and disappointment. “but the marriage cannot be abandoned. the alliance with heeseung’s kingdom is too important.”

you stood still, your stomach churning as you braced for what was coming.

“therefore,” your father continued, his gaze hard as stone, “you will take her place.”

for a moment, the words didn’t register. you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. you? marry heeseung? no, it wasn’t possible. you had spent your entire life in a silent war with him. the idea of marrying the man who had been your nemesis since childhood was unthinkable.

your mother’s voice, soft but firm, broke the silence. “the arrangements have already been made. the wedding will proceed as planned. you will become heeseung’s bride.”

“no.” the word slipped from your lips before you could stop it, your heart racing. “i can’t.”

your father’s eyes narrowed, and your mother’s expression hardened with disappointment. “you will do your duty,” your father said coldly. “this is not up for discussion.”

duty. it always came down to that. your entire life, you had been prepared for moments like this, but not this moment. not like this.

finally, you turned to heeseung, desperate for any sign of protest, for him to say something—anything—that would stop this madness. but he was silent. his face remained expressionless, as though none of this affected him. he looked at you as if you were just a piece of the puzzle, another part of the kingdom’s grand design.

“is that all i am to you?” you asked, your voice shaking. “just a replacement? a stand-in for the bride who ran away?”

for the first time, heeseung’s gaze met yours, and for a brief moment, something flickered in his eyes—something unreadable, buried deep beneath the coldness. but his words cut through you like ice.

“you’re a princess,” he said, his voice quiet but sharp. “your role is to serve your kingdom. that’s all that matters.”

a bitter laugh escaped your throat. “you’ve hated me for years, heeseung. and now you expect me to just—what? pretend none of that matters?”

his jaw tightened, but he didn’t respond. instead, he turned away, his indifference stinging more than any of the insults you had traded over the years.

your father spoke again, his tone final. “the marriage will happen. prepare yourself.”

the grand hall was suffused with the glow of flickering candles and soft sunlight filtering through stained glass windows. the scent of fresh roses—your sister’s favourite, not yours—hung heavily in the air, mocking the gravity of the moment. you stood at the entrance of the hall, your hands clenched so tightly around the bouquet that your knuckles were white. the murmurs of the courtiers echoed around you, a constant hum of speculation and judgement. no matter how well you carried yourself today, the whispers wouldn’t stop.

the switch of the bride was the scandal of the century, and you were at the centre of it.

ahead of you, heeseung stood tall, his face as unreadable as stone. the same detachment was in his eyes, his expression cool and composed as if this marriage was merely another political manoeuvre for him, another step toward the throne. he didn’t look at you with warmth, or even a hint of care. to him, you weren’t his wife—you were the replacement for the woman who had run away.

you walked down the aisle, every step heavier than the last, the reality of your situation crushing you. heeseung’s gaze was steady as you approached, but it wasn’t the gaze of a man looking at his bride. it was a look of cold calculation, a man who had resigned himself to duty.

when you finally reached him, your heart thudding loudly in your chest, you barely registered the priest's words. the vows—sacred, binding—felt hollow, like a cruel twist of fate. how could you stand here, repeating the words meant for your sister? they weren't meant for you. you were never supposed to be the bride.

heeseung took your hand, and the warmth of his skin was a sharp contrast to the chill that ran down your spine. his grip was firm, not gentle, but not cruel either—just dutiful. he spoke his vows with a steady voice, each word sounding rehearsed, as though they meant nothing to him beyond their formality.

and then it was your turn. you hesitated, the weight of the kingdom on your shoulders, your pulse quickening. your voice trembled slightly as you repeated the vows, feeling the eyes of everyone in the hall on you—expecting you to fulfil your role, to be the perfect princess. you could barely choke out the words, but somehow, you managed. and with every word, you felt the invisible chains of your new life tightening around you.

when the priest finally pronounced you husband and wife, heeseung’s lips brushed yours in the briefest of kisses—so cold and devoid of feeling that it felt more like a business transaction than the union of two people. the cheers of the court erupted around you, but in that moment, the applause sounded like the closing of a cage. you were trapped, bound to him, to this life.

as you turned to leave the altar, heeseung offered his arm, the tension between you palpable. his eyes flickered to yours for a brief moment, but there was no warmth there. just that cold, resigned look you had grown accustomed to. you were both playing your roles, just as you had been trained to do your whole lives.

but this wasn’t a game. this was your future, and it felt like a noose tightening around your neck.

the wedding feast had been a blur—a cacophony of forced smiles, hollow congratulations, and polite toasts that masked the underlying tension. you had barely spoken a word to heeseung throughout the entire affair. he hadn’t made any attempt to speak to you either, remaining as distant and composed as ever.

now, as you stood alone in the chambers that were to be yours and heeseung’s, the reality of your new life settled heavily on your chest. the palace chambers were far too quiet, the air thick with the tension that had been building between you and heeseung for years. as you stood in the centre of the room, staring at the enormous bed draped in rich fabrics, it felt like the walls were closing in. the room was elegantly decorated—ornate tapestries hung on the walls, and the grand four-poster bed was fit for a queen. but none of it mattered. the splendour felt like a mockery of the situation you found yourself in. tonight, this room was not a sanctuary but a gilded cage.

your breath caught in your throat as the door creaked open. heeseung entered, his presence commanding even in the subdued candlelight. the tension between you was palpable, stretching like a thin, fragile thread that could snap at any moment. his gaze flicked toward you briefly, but he didn’t speak, and the silence that followed was suffocating.

heeseung moved with practised grace, his movements calm and deliberate. he began undoing the buttons on his ceremonial jacket, the fine fabric sliding off his shoulders and landing in a careless heap on the chair by the vanity. you stood frozen, unsure of what to say, what to do. this wasn’t how you had imagined a wedding night would feel—though you had never dreamed this night would be with heeseung, of all people.

his back was to you now, his broad shoulders tense, though he did nothing to betray any emotion. you could feel the distance between you both, even though he was just across the room. heeseung had always been composed, guarded, but tonight, his coldness cut even deeper than usual.

he finally broke the silence, his voice low but steady. “it’s late. you should rest.” there was no affection in his tone, just the same sense of duty that had hung over the entire day. you weren’t his bride by choice, and he wasn’t your husband by desire.

you bit back a bitter laugh. rest? as if you could simply close your eyes and pretend this was normal. pretend that this marriage was something other than a trap. “is that it, then?” you asked, your voice sharper than intended. “we go to bed and pretend everything is fine?”

heeseung turned to face you, his expression as unreadable as ever. he didn’t answer right away, as if weighing his response carefully. “what do you want me to say?” his tone was measured, but there was an edge to it, a hint of frustration that matched your own.

“i don’t know,” you admitted, your voice trembling with the weight of your emotions. “this wasn’t supposed to happen. i wasn’t supposed to marry you.”

something flickered in heeseung’s eyes, though it disappeared as quickly as it came. he regarded you for a moment, his gaze unreadable, before he spoke again. “do you think i wanted this?” his words were quiet but laced with a bitterness that surprised you. “i didn’t ask for this any more than you did.”

you swallowed, feeling a lump rise in your throat. you hadn’t expected this admission from him, hadn’t expected him to show any vulnerability. “then what are we supposed to do?” your voice was softer now, the anger ebbing away, replaced by uncertainty. “how are we supposed to live like this?”

heeseung sighed, running a hand through his hair, a rare moment of frustration breaking through his calm facade. “we do what’s expected of us,” he said, though there was a heaviness to his words, as if he was trying to convince himself as much as you. “we fulfill our duties. that’s all we can do.”

“duties.” the word tasted bitter on your tongue. it had always come down to that, hadn’t it? duty to the crown, to the kingdom, to your family. and now, duty to heeseung.

the silence stretched on, thick and uncomfortable. heeseung turned away, moving toward the window where the heavy drapes framed the view of the darkened palace gardens. his silhouette was stark against the faint glow of moonlight, his posture stiff, almost defensive.

after a long moment, he spoke again, his voice softer this time. “i’ll sleep over there.” he gestured to the chaise near the window, a fine piece of furniture that now seemed woefully out of place in this awkward, tension-filled room. “you can have the bed.”

you blinked, surprised by his offer. it was the last thing you expected from him, but it was a relief nonetheless. “you don’t have to—”

“i’m not doing this for you,” he interrupted, his voice firm, but not unkind. “i just don’t want to make this any more difficult than it already is.”

with that, he moved toward the chaise, gathering a pillow and blanket from the wardrobe. his actions were efficient, almost mechanical, as if he had already resigned himself to this fate. he didn’t look at you as he arranged the blanket over the chaise.

you stood there, feeling a strange mix of emotions—relief, awkwardness, and something else, something heavier that you couldn’t quite place. this was your wedding night, but it was nothing like you had ever imagined. there was no closeness, no warmth—just two people bound together by obligation and circumstance.

finally, you moved toward the bed, the thick carpets muffling your steps. the soft fabric of your gown felt heavy as you climbed beneath the covers, though they provided no comfort. you lay there, staring up at the intricate canopy above, your mind racing. this bed, this room—none of it felt like yours.

heeseung settled on the chaise, his back to you, the distance between you both feeling vast despite the small room. the silence was oppressive, each second dragging on longer than the last. you wondered if he was as uneasy as you were, or if he had already steeled himself to this new reality.

for a long while, neither of you spoke, the only sound in the room the faint rustling of fabric as you shifted beneath the covers. the weight of the day, of the vows, of your new title, pressed down on you, making it hard to breathe.

finally, you couldn’t stand the silence any longer. “heeseung,” you whispered, unsure if you even wanted him to respond.

he didn’t turn, but his voice was low and steady when he answered. “what?”

you hesitated, searching for the right words. “do you think... do you think this will ever get easier?”

there was a long pause before he responded, his voice quiet, almost resigned. “i don’t know.”

and with that, the conversation ended. heeseung remained silent, his back still turned to you, and you knew there was nothing more to say. you turned onto your side, pulling the blankets tighter around you, though they offered little warmth. the room felt too big, too empty, despite his presence.

eventually, exhaustion crept in, dulling the sharp edges of your thoughts. but even as sleep began to claim you, a cold, sinking feeling settled in your chest. this was your life now—bound to a man you barely knew, a man who had been your enemy for years, and yet, somehow, your husband.

and as you drifted off into uneasy sleep, the last thought that crossed your mind was how strange it felt to be lying just feet away from heeseung, yet feeling as though he was a world away.

the morning after the wedding dawned cold and gray, mirroring the lingering tension between you and heeseung. you woke up in the large, empty bed, the space next to you untouched, a stark reminder of the distance that had been established on your wedding night. the air in the room felt thick, suffocating, as if the very walls were pressing in on you, reminding you of your new reality.

as you sat up, the unfamiliarity of your surroundings only worsened the tightness in your chest. this was your new life. not just this bed, but this room, this palace—heeseung’s palace—and you would share it with a man who barely spoke to you, who looked at you with that same cold distance he had always shown.

you dressed quickly, your movements mechanical, trying not to think too much. the maids moved around you silently, well-trained and efficient, but you could feel their eyes on you. it was impossible to escape the fact that everyone knew. the entire kingdom knew the story—the princess who had run away, and her sister forced to take her place. the whispers would never stop.

when you finally made your way downstairs to the grand dining room, heeseung was already seated at the long table, a plate of food in front of him. he didn’t look up when you entered, simply continued cutting into his meal with precise, practised movements. you hesitated for a moment, then took your seat across from him.

the silence was unbearable.

you picked at your food, barely tasting it, glancing at heeseung from time to time. his expression was as unreadable as ever, his attention focused on the papers beside his plate—likely matters of the kingdom that required his attention. he was already immersed in his duties, the weight of his impending kingship pressing down on him just as heavily as your new role as his wife weighed on you.

finally, you couldn’t stand it any longer. “do you plan to ignore me for the rest of our lives?” you asked, your voice sharper than you intended.

heeseung didn’t look up immediately, taking his time to finish his bite and set down his utensils with deliberate care. when he finally met your gaze, his expression was cool, detached. “i’m not ignoring you.”

you scoffed, unable to hide your frustration. “you’ve barely spoken to me since the wedding.”

he raised an eyebrow, his tone as calm as ever. “what would you like me to say?”

the question took you off guard. you hadn’t expected him to be so blunt. you opened your mouth, then closed it again, unsure of how to respond. what did you want him to say? that he regretted everything as much as you did? that he hated this arrangement, too? or perhaps you wanted him to acknowledge the years of bitterness between you, to admit that this marriage was a farce.

instead, you said, “we’re married now, heeseung. we have to live together. we can’t keep pretending the other doesn’t exist.”

his jaw tightened ever so slightly, but his voice remained calm. “i’m aware of that.”

you waited for him to say more, but he didn’t. the silence stretched on once again, thicker than before, suffocating in its awkwardness. you pushed your plate away, no longer interested in eating. “fine,” you muttered under your breath, standing abruptly. “i suppose i’ll just get used to it, then.”

you turned to leave, but his voice stopped you. “you don’t have to like this any more than i do, but we have responsibilities now.”

you paused, your back to him, your hands clenched at your sides. “responsibilities,” you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper. it seemed like that was all your life had ever been reduced to—duty, obligation, and responsibilities.

without another word, you left the dining room, the heavy doors closing behind you with a soft thud. you could feel the weight of the situation bearing down on you even more as you walked through the halls of the palace, each step echoing in the vast emptiness. you weren’t just trapped in this marriage—you were trapped in this life.

days passed, and though you and heeseung were forced to share the same space, your interactions remained minimal, stilted. in the mornings, you would find him already at the breakfast table, poring over documents and barely acknowledging your presence. he would spend his days attending council meetings and handling matters of state, leaving you to navigate the palace on your own, feeling more like a guest in your own home than its mistress.

at night, he would retire to the chambers late, often when you were already lying in bed, pretending to sleep. he would quietly take his place on the chaise near the window, far enough away to avoid any awkwardness, but close enough that his presence was a constant reminder of the divide between you.

it was during these nights that the loneliness settled in most heavily. the silence of the room, broken only by the occasional rustling of fabric or the soft crackle of the fireplace, was suffocating. you had grown accustomed to sleeping alone, but now, knowing heeseung was just a few feet away, the distance between you felt almost unbearable. there was an unspoken understanding that neither of you wanted to bridge the gap.

one evening, after yet another day of awkward meals and tense silences, you found yourself in the library, one of the few places in the palace where you felt at peace. the vast room was filled with shelves upon shelves of books, their spines worn and familiar. you had always loved to read, finding solace in the stories and histories of others when your own life felt too overwhelming.

you were seated by the window, the late afternoon sun casting a soft glow over the pages of your book, when the door creaked open. you looked up, surprised to see heeseung standing in the doorway. he paused for a moment, as if uncertain whether to enter or leave, his eyes scanning the room before they settled on you.

“may i join you?” he asked, his voice unusually soft.

you blinked, caught off guard by his request. this was the first time he had sought you out since the wedding, and the suddenness of it left you momentarily speechless. you nodded, unsure of what else to do. “of course.”

heeseung crossed the room, moving with his usual grace, and took a seat in the armchair opposite you. for a moment, neither of you spoke, the quiet of the library enveloping you both. he seemed content to sit in silence, his gaze wandering to the bookshelves that lined the walls.

finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke. “this is... one of the quieter rooms.”

you raised an eyebrow, a small, incredulous smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “it’s a library, heeseung. of course it’s quiet.”

to your surprise, he chuckled softly, though it was a dry, humourless sound. “fair enough.”

silence fell again, but this time it wasn’t as suffocating. there was something almost... peaceful about it, the weight of your shared presence not as unbearable as it had been before. you watched him out of the corner of your eye, noticing how tired he looked. the weight of his responsibilities was evident in the slight furrow of his brow, the way his shoulders sagged ever so slightly.

after a while, you set your book down on your lap, deciding to break the silence. “it must be difficult,” you said quietly. “taking on so much.”

heeseung didn’t answer right away, his gaze still focused on the shelves, but eventually, he nodded. “it is.”

you hesitated for a moment, then spoke again, softer this time. “you don’t have to carry it all alone, you know.”

he turned to look at you then, his expression unreadable, but there was something in his eyes—something softer than the cold indifference you had grown accustomed to.

“and what would you suggest?” he asked, his voice quiet but not unkind.

“i don’t know,” you admitted. “but we’re in this together, whether we like it or not.”

heeseung’s gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, and then he nodded, a small, almost imperceptible movement. it wasn’t much, but it was the first step—however small—toward something more than just forced cohabitation.

the shift in your relationship came faster than you expected. it started with a challenge—a reckless, unspoken dare that neither of you could resist.

it had been a clear, crisp day, the first after several weeks of rain. you were restless, tired of the palace walls and the constant burden of your new role. you had gone to the stables, hoping to take one of the horses out for a ride, needing to feel the wind in your hair and the ground beneath you. but when you arrived, heeseung was already there, adjusting the reins of his own horse.

you paused in the doorway, surprised to see him. “you ride?”

he glanced up, one eyebrow raised. “you sound surprised.”

“i am,” you admitted. “i’ve never seen you ride before.”

he chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with amusement. “there’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

the challenge in his voice was unmistakable, and you couldn’t resist rising to it. “care to prove it?” you asked, moving toward your own horse.

heeseung’s smirk widened. “what do you have in mind?”

you mounted your horse swiftly, the thrill of the challenge already coursing through your veins. “a race.”

heeseung raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “you think you can beat me?”

“i know i can,” you shot back, turning your horse toward the open field beyond the stables.

without another word, you spurred your horse into motion, not waiting for his response. behind you, you heard heeseung’s laughter, low and rich, before the sound of hooves thundering against the ground told you he had accepted the challenge.

you raced through the fields, the wind whipping through your hair, the thrill of the chase making your heart race. heeseung was right behind you, and you could feel the tension building, the competitive edge between you sparking like fire. it was like being children again, challenging each other at every turn, pushing each other to the limit.

but this time, it was different. the stakes were higher, the tension thicker, and the way heeseung looked at you when he finally caught up to you sent a shiver down your spine.

when he finally pulled his horse beside yours, you were both breathless, your faces flushed with adrenaline. you glanced over at him, and the look in his eyes—intense, dark, heated—made your pulse quicken.

“not bad,” he said, his voice low, rough around the edges.

you smirked, trying to ignore the way your heart was pounding. “you almost kept up.”

heeseung leaned in just slightly, his gaze locking with yours. “almost?” he murmured, his voice sending a jolt through you.

you swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. the space between you was too close, the air charged with something you weren’t quite ready to name. his eyes lingered on your lips for just a moment too long, and you could feel the heat of his presence, the tension that had always existed between you now manifesting in a way that was far more dangerous.

before either of you could say anything, heeseung pulled back, his smirk returning as if nothing had happened. “we’ll call it a draw,” he said, though there was a teasing edge to his voice.

you let out a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding, shaking your head with a laugh. “you wish.”

but as you rode back to the palace, the tension between you remained, simmering beneath the surface. it was no longer the resentment of old enemies, but something far more complex, far more dangerous. and for the first time, you found yourself wondering what would happen if that tension ever boiled over.

later that night, the air was thick with the remnants of the day’s energy. you couldn’t sleep, your mind still racing from the ride and the way heeseung had looked at you—how close he had come, how your heart had nearly betrayed you in that moment of suspended anticipation.

you wandered the halls of the palace aimlessly, your footsteps soft against the marble floors. the palace at night was a different place, quiet and still, the shadows long and heavy. it felt like a place where secrets lingered in every corner, where the walls whispered of things that could never be said aloud.

as you passed by the study, you noticed the faint glow of light beneath the door. curiosity piqued, you pushed the door open just enough to peek inside. heeseung was there, seated at the desk, bathed in the warm glow of candlelight. he was reading, his brow furrowed in concentration, his lips slightly parted as he focused on the page in front of him.

you hesitated, but before you could turn away, he looked up, catching sight of you. for a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence between you heavy with unspoken words. then, without breaking eye contact, heeseung set the book aside.

“couldn’t sleep?” he asked, his voice low, intimate in the quiet of the room.

you shook your head, stepping into the room. “no. you?”

heeseung’s gaze flicked over you, his eyes lingering on you in a way that made your skin heat under his scrutiny. “i’ve been thinking,” he said, his tone soft but laced with that same dangerous tension that had been building all day.

“about what?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you moved closer, drawn to him in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

heeseung’s eyes met yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. “about you,” he said quietly. “about us.”

the weight of his words settled in the space between you, thick and intoxicating. about you. about us. it echoed in your mind, stirring something deep within you that you had tried to ignore for far too long. you weren’t sure if it was the late hour, the dim candlelight, or the fact that you had been dancing around each other for weeks now, but something inside you snapped.

your breath hitched as you looked at him, his eyes dark and full of something you couldn’t quite name. but it was there—undeniable, pulsing in the space between you. and now that it had been spoken into existence, you couldn’t unsee it.

“what about us?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. it wasn’t just curiosity anymore. it was a challenge.

heeseung’s gaze flicked to your lips, and the tension in the room intensified, coiling tighter and tighter until it felt like the air itself might shatter from the pressure. he stood slowly, his movements deliberate, and took a step toward you, closing the already-small distance between you.

“there’s always been something between us,” he said, his voice low, rough. his eyes never left yours, burning with intensity. “even when we hated each other.”

your heart was pounding now, so loud you were sure he could hear it. you wanted to deny it, to tell him that he was wrong, that it had always been pure hatred. but that would’ve been a lie. you knew it as well as he did—whatever had always been there between you, it had never been simple.

“and what is it now?” you asked, forcing yourself to meet his gaze even though every instinct told you to look away. to run.

heeseung took another step closer, his hand reaching up slowly, as though giving you the chance to pull away. but you didn’t. you couldn’t. his fingers brushed against your cheek, the touch so light it sent a shiver down your spine. his hand lingered there, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw.

“maybe we’ve been fighting the wrong battle,” he murmured, his voice softer now, almost tender. the warmth of his breath ghosted over your skin, and you felt your pulse quicken.

your throat tightened. every word he said felt like a dangerous line, one that you were teetering on the edge of crossing. the tension between you had always been a fire—burning too hot, too fast. and now, it felt like it was about to consume you both.

heeseung’s thumb brushed over your bottom lip, and your breath caught in your throat. his touch was tentative, as though he wasn’t quite sure if this was real or if you would pull away at any moment.

but you didn’t.

instead, you took a step closer, closing the gap completely. the air between you was charged, thick with unspoken desire and the weight of all the years you had spent fighting against each other. your body was betraying you, leaning into him, drawn by a force you had denied for too long.

heeseung’s eyes darkened as he leaned in, his lips barely an inch from yours, the heat between you almost unbearable now. you could feel the tension in every muscle, the way his hand trembled slightly as it cupped your cheek, the way your own body was responding without your permission.

then, in a breathless moment that felt like it stretched on forever, he closed the distance.

his lips pressed against yours—soft at first, testing, as though he wasn’t sure you would let him. but the moment your lips met his, something ignited between you. the kiss deepened, filled with all the pent-up frustration and longing that had been building for so long. it was a clash of emotions—anger, desire, need—all colliding in that single moment.

you responded instantly, your hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more. the kiss was rough, almost desperate, as though you were both trying to make up for years of missed chances in that single moment.

his hands slid down to your waist, pulling you flush against him, and you gasped against his lips at the feeling of his body pressed so close to yours. the intensity of it was overwhelming, but you didn’t want it to stop. you didn’t want to think. you just wanted to feel.

but then, as quickly as it started, heeseung pulled back, his breathing ragged, his forehead resting against yours. his hands still gripped your waist, holding you in place as though he couldn’t quite let go yet.

“this isn’t... what i expected,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. his breath was warm against your skin, and his eyes searched yours, as though he was looking for an answer in your gaze.

you swallowed hard, trying to steady your breathing, trying to make sense of what had just happened. “what did you expect?” you asked softly, your fingers still tangled in his hair.

heeseung’s grip on your waist tightened for a moment, his eyes darkening once again. “i didn’t expect you to feel this way.” his voice was low, almost a growl, filled with the same intensity that had been building between you all night.

you opened your mouth to respond, but the words wouldn’t come. you had no idea what to say, no idea how to explain the maelstrom of emotions swirling inside you. all you knew was that everything had changed in that kiss.

“i don’t know what i feel,” you admitted quietly, your voice barely audible in the heavy silence of the room.

heeseung’s lips twitched into a small, almost sad smile. “neither do i.” he stepped back, finally breaking the physical contact between you, and you immediately missed the warmth of his body against yours.

“but whatever this is... it’s dangerous,” he continued, his eyes locked on yours, as though warning you. “we’ve always been enemies. we don’t know how to be anything else.”

you felt a lump form in your throat at his words, because deep down, you knew he was right. but that didn’t stop the ache in your chest, the desire for something more—for the possibility of what could be.

“i don’t want to be your enemy anymore,” you said softly, the confession surprising even you.

heeseung’s eyes widened slightly at your words, his expression unreadable. for a moment, you thought he might say something—might admit that he didn’t want to be your enemy either. but then, he shook his head, the walls between you coming back up, brick by brick.

“this doesn’t change anything,” he said quietly, but the look in his eyes said otherwise.

and with that, he turned and left the room, leaving you standing there in the soft glow of candlelight, your heart pounding and your mind reeling from the kiss that had shifted the entire balance between you.

as the door closed softly behind him, you exhaled a shaky breath, your fingers brushing your lips where his had been moments before.

everything had changed.

the royal court was buzzing with tension, and for once, the tension wasn’t between you and heeseung. the kingdom was on edge, not from war or rebellion, but from something far more insidious—political manoeuvring. rival noble houses were plotting against heeseung’s rule, questioning his right to ascend to the throne, especially after the sudden marriage to you. the whispers had grown louder over the past few weeks, the courtiers’ gazes sharper, waiting for the first misstep.

you had known court life would be full of power plays and alliances, but this was different. it was personal. every snide comment, every hushed conversation behind closed doors, felt like an attack on your marriage, on your family’s legacy. and worst of all, it felt like an attack on you.

one afternoon, as you made your way through the palace corridors, you overheard a group of nobles—close to your family—voicing their displeasure over your sudden marriage to heeseung. it was the same old song—how your sister should have been the bride, how you were never meant for this role, how heeseung marrying you was a strategic disaster.

you felt your blood run cold, but you kept walking, your head held high. you had grown used to these remarks, but today, they stung deeper. not because they questioned your worth, but because they reflected the deep-seated insecurity you had always carried.

that night, you found yourself alone in the study, staring out the window at the darkening sky. the weight of the court’s judgement, the impossible standards, the constant comparisons to your sister—they were suffocating. and then there was heeseung, whose coldness had thawed just enough to show you glimpses of something deeper, something real. but he was still heeseung—your husband, your childhood rival, and now the man who held your future in his hands.

the door creaked open behind you, and you didn’t need to turn to know it was him. you had grown attuned to his presence, the way the air shifted whenever he entered a room.

“what’s wrong?” his voice was quieter than usual, but still carrying that edge of command. he always knew when something was off, as if he could sense the turmoil swirling inside you.

you didn’t answer immediately, your gaze fixed on the stars outside. “they’re saying we’re not suited for each other,” you murmured, finally turning to face him. “that i’m not fit to be queen. that you made a mistake.”

heeseung’s jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek. he stepped closer, his eyes narrowing in that familiar way, but this time, it wasn’t directed at you.

“let them talk,” he said flatly. “they’re just waiting for us to fail.”

“and what if they’re right?” the words slipped out before you could stop them, the fear and doubt bubbling to the surface. “i was never meant to marry you. this isn’t the life i was prepared for.”

heeseung stared at you for a moment, his expression unreadable. then, to your surprise, he closed the distance between you, his hands gripping your shoulders firmly, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“i didn’t choose you because you were an easy choice,” he said, his voice low but intense. “i chose you because you’re stronger than you realise.”

you blinked, taken aback by the conviction in his words. heeseung wasn’t one to offer praise lightly, and hearing it now, in this moment, felt more intimate than anything he had ever said to you before.

“there are plenty of people who want to see us fail,” he continued, his grip tightening slightly. “but they don’t matter. what matters is that we don’t give them the satisfaction. we fight together.”

the intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine, and for the first time, you saw beyond the cold exterior he had always shown you. there was something deeper there, something raw and unspoken. a partnership.

but the closeness also brought something else—a heat that had always been there between you, simmering beneath the surface. his hands lingered on your shoulders, his thumbs brushing the bare skin just above your collarbone, and suddenly the room felt smaller, the air thicker.

“you think i’m strong?” you asked, your voice quieter now, tinged with something more vulnerable. something real.

heeseung’s gaze flicked down to your lips, just for a moment, before returning to your eyes. his voice was rough when he spoke, low and filled with an unspoken promise. “i’ve always known.”

the charged air between you was impossible to ignore now. his fingers slid from your shoulders to your arms, the touch sending a jolt of warmth through you. it wasn’t just the weight of responsibility pressing down on you—it was him, his closeness, the undeniable pull you had both been dancing around for weeks.

you could feel the tension in every inch of your body, your heart racing as heeseung’s hands rested on your waist, pulling you closer, but still leaving just enough space for doubt. he hesitated, as if waiting for you to push him away, to remind him of the enmity that had defined your relationship for so long.

but you didn’t. instead, you leaned into him, your hands tentatively reaching up to rest on his chest. the fabric of his shirt was soft under your fingers, but beneath it, you could feel the steady beat of his heart, as rapid as your own.

“maybe i’ve been wrong about you,” you whispered, your breath hitching as the tension between you reached a breaking point.

heeseung’s eyes darkened at your words, his lips hovering just inches from yours. “maybe you have,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. but there was something softer there too, something almost tender.

before you could talk yourself out of it, you closed the distance between you and kissed him.

the kiss was like nothing you had ever experienced—fierce, desperate, and full of the years of unresolved tension between you. it was as if all the walls you had built around yourselves were crumbling in an instant, leaving nothing but the raw, undeniable attraction that had always simmered beneath the surface.

heeseung responded instantly, his hands tightening on your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. his lips moved against yours with a hunger that matched your own, and you could feel the heat radiating off him, his body pressing against yours as if he couldn’t bear to let you go.

it was overwhelming, the intensity of the moment, the way your bodies seemed to fit perfectly together, the way every touch sent a shockwave of desire coursing through you. you had spent so long fighting him, fighting this, and now, as his hands slid up your back, holding you close, you wondered why you had ever resisted.

when you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other. heeseung’s grip on your waist didn’t loosen, and you could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest, his heartbeat as wild as your own.

“we can’t keep pretending,” you whispered, your voice shaky, your lips still tingling from the kiss.

heeseung’s eyes met yours, the vulnerability and uncertainty in his gaze mirroring your own. “no, we can’t,” he agreed, his voice rough with emotion.

for a moment, the world hung in the balance. you had crossed a line, and there was no going back. everything between you had shifted, and the question now wasn’t whether you would move forward—it was how.

heeseung’s thumb brushed gently against your cheek, his touch so tender it nearly broke you. “we’re in this together,” he said softly, the weight of his words heavy with meaning.

this time, there was no need to say anything more. you both understood what had changed between you, even if neither of you was ready to fully admit it. and though the path ahead was uncertain, you knew one thing for sure: you weren’t facing it alone anymore.

weeks passed, and with each passing day, things between you and heeseung slowly shifted. the cold, sharp walls that had once kept you apart were crumbling, revealing a warmth and understanding that neither of you had anticipated. where there had once been biting words and icy glares, there was now laughter, quiet conversations, and small gestures of affection.

the palace felt different. it was lighter now, with the growing sense of partnership between you and heeseung. your bickering had been replaced with genuine care, and though the wounds of the past hadn't fully healed, you were both learning to forgive. but it wasn’t just the emotional connection that was shifting—there was something deeper brewing beneath the surface. unspoken feelings, simmering tension.

it wasn’t until a grand banquet in honour of a visiting prince from a neighbouring kingdom that these feelings came to a head. you stood at the centre of the ballroom, dressed in a gown that glimmered under the candlelight. it hugged your figure perfectly, catching the attention of more than just heeseung. the prince—prince seojun—had been particularly charming throughout the evening, his eyes lingering on you a little too long, his compliments a little too bold.

“you are by far the most captivating presence in this room, your highness,” seojun murmured, his voice low as he leaned in slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. “if i had known such beauty awaited me here, i would have visited sooner.”

you laughed politely, glancing over your shoulder, searching for heeseung in the crowd. he was across the room, deep in conversation with some nobles, but even from the distance, you could feel his gaze on you, sharp and intense.

seojun continued, his hand brushing lightly against your arm as he leaned closer. “perhaps we could steal a moment away from the crowd? i would love to know more about the woman behind such an enchanting smile.”

before you could respond, a sudden shift in the air caught your attention. heeseung appeared at your side, his posture tense, his expression a mix of barely contained irritation and something else—something more possessive.

“princess,” heeseung’s voice was smooth, but there was a dangerous edge to it. his hand slid around your waist, pulling you firmly against his side. the claim was unmistakable. “i believe your dance card is full for the evening.”

seojun’s smirk faltered slightly as he glanced between the two of you, sensing the tension. heeseung’s eyes never left the prince, cold and unyielding.

“of course,” seojun replied, raising his hands in mock surrender. “i wouldn’t dream of overstepping. after all,” his gaze flickered to you, then back to heeseung, “she’s your wife.”

the words hung in the air for a moment, charged with unspoken meaning. seojun bowed slightly, a smirk still playing on his lips, before taking his leave. but even as he walked away, you could feel the lingering weight of his gaze.

you turned to heeseung, about to make a light-hearted remark about the interaction, but the look on his face stopped you. his eyes were dark, his jaw clenched, and his grip on your waist was firm—almost possessive.

“did he touch you?” heeseung asked, his voice low and tight.

you raised an eyebrow, surprised by his tone. “barely,” you replied, trying to play it off with a soft laugh. “why? are you jealous?”

his eyes flickered with something dangerous as he leaned down, his breath warm against your ear. “you’re my wife. i don’t like other men thinking they can take what’s mine.”

your heart skipped a beat at his words. the possessiveness in his tone, the way his body pressed protectively against yours—it was unlike anything you had ever experienced with heeseung. you had always seen him as cold, distant, but this... this was different. there was fire in his eyes, and you could feel it burning between you, a tension that neither of you had acknowledged until now.

“and what if i enjoy a little attention now and then?” you teased, testing the boundaries, wanting to see how far he would go.

heeseung’s eyes darkened even more, and in one swift motion, he pulled you even closer, his hand cupping the back of your neck as he leaned in, his lips barely grazing the shell of your ear. “i don’t care how many men look at you, but remember this—” his voice dropped, sending shivers down your spine, “you belong to me and i belong to you.”

a thrill ran through you at his words, and for a moment, you were speechless, your mind spinning from the intensity of his claim. the ballroom, the crowd, even prince seojun—all of it faded away as heeseung’s gaze held you captive. you could feel the heat of his body against yours, the possessiveness in his touch, and for the first time, you realised that this wasn’t just some marriage of convenience anymore.

heeseung cared—more than he was willing to admit.

your breath hitched as you looked up at him, your eyes searching his, trying to read the emotions flickering behind them. “and what about you, heeseung?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “do you want me to be yours?”

his eyes softened for just a moment, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his features before he leaned in, his lips brushing lightly against your temple. “you already are,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “and i’m not letting you forget it.”

the banquet had left the air between you and heeseung charged with an intensity that neither of you could ignore. his possessiveness, the fierce look in his eyes when he claimed you as his wife in front of prince seojun, had stirred something inside you—something that had been simmering for far too long.

as the last of the guests departed and the palace quieted down for the night, the tension remained, lingering like an unspoken promise. heeseung walked beside you in silence as you both made your way through the dimly lit corridors toward your chambers. though no words passed between you, the air was thick with anticipation, the unspoken pull between you stronger than ever.

when you reached your shared chambers, heeseung opened the door for you, his gaze never leaving you as you stepped inside. you could feel his eyes on you, burning with a need that matched your own. the soft glow of the candlelight cast long shadows across the room, but all you could focus on was the man standing behind you, his presence overwhelming.

you moved toward the vanity, fingers trembling slightly as you began to remove your jewellery. you were acutely aware of heeseung standing behind you, the weight of his gaze almost tangible as he watched your every movement. his silence spoke volumes, filled with desire and unspoken emotions that neither of you had fully confronted until now.

the tension was unbearable. finally, unable to stand the silence any longer, you glanced at him through the reflection in the mirror, your voice soft but steady. “you’ve been quiet,” you murmured, meeting his intense gaze. “what’s on your mind?”

he didn’t answer immediately. instead, he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to brush against the bare skin of your shoulder. the touch was light, tentative, but it sent a shiver down your spine. his fingers lingered, tracing the delicate curve of your shoulder before he leaned in, his breath warm against your neck.

“i didn’t like how he looked at you,” heeseung finally admitted, his voice low and rough with suppressed emotion. his eyes met yours in the mirror, dark with jealousy and something more—something deeper. “or the way he made you laugh.”

your heart raced at the possessiveness in his tone. you turned to face him, taking in the tension in his jaw, the way his eyes blazed with something primal. his emotions were raw, laid bare before you in a way that heeseung had never allowed himself to show before.

“it was harmless,” you replied, stepping closer to him, your voice softening. “but i can’t say i minded the way you stepped in.”

his gaze darkened, his hand moving to your waist, pulling you flush against him. you could feel the heat of his body seeping into yours, the hard lines of his frame pressing against your softness. his eyes locked onto yours, filled with unspoken desire, but also with something more—something tender.

“i’m not the kind of man who likes to share,” he said, his voice a low growl as he leaned in, his lips hovering just above yours. “especially not when it comes to you.”

your breath hitched at his words, your pulse quickening as the fire between you flared even hotter. you couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through you at his possessive tone, the way his hands gripped you as though he couldn’t bear to let you go.

“and what are you going to do about it?” you whispered, your voice daring, testing the boundaries as your lips brushed his, teasingly close but not quite touching.

heeseung’s response was immediate. his lips crashed against yours, fierce and hungry, as if he had been holding back for far too long. the kiss was searing, filled with all the emotions you had both kept hidden. his hands roamed over your body, possessive yet tender, as though he was staking his claim but also worshipping every inch of you.

you responded just as fiercely, your hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer, needing to feel every part of him against you. the tension between you, the unspoken desire, it all poured out in that kiss, in the way his body pressed against yours with a need that matched your own.

heeseung’s hands slid down to your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as he carried you toward the bed. the air between you was electric, charged with desire and the intensity of emotions that neither of you had allowed to surface until now. he laid you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours, his gaze dark and filled with a hunger that made your heart race.

for a moment, he paused, his fingers brushing over your cheek with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the intensity of what had just passed between you. his eyes softened, and for the first time, you saw the vulnerability behind them—the raw emotion that he had been hiding behind his cold exterior for so long.

“are you sure?” he asked, his voice husky but laced with care, as if he was giving you one last chance to pull away, to stop this before it went too far.

you gazed up at him, your heart swelling with the overwhelming emotions coursing through you. heeseung, the man you had once considered your rival, your enemy, was now looking at you with a tenderness that took your breath away. you reached up, cupping his face in your hands, your thumb brushing softly over his cheek.

“i’m sure,” you whispered, pulling him down into another kiss, softer this time, but no less filled with the emotions swirling between you.

what followed was slow, deliberate, and filled with a tenderness that you had never expected from heeseung. his hands moved over your body with care, as though he was savouring every touch, every breath. the fierceness from earlier softened into something more intimate, more meaningful, as he explored you with reverence, his lips following the path of his hands.

your name fell from his lips like a prayer, whispered against your skin in the quiet moments between kisses. heeseung’s touch was both possessive and gentle, as though he was claiming you but also offering himself to you in return. the intensity of the moment was overwhelming, but it was the tenderness in his gaze, the softness of his touch, that made your heart ache with something deeper than mere desire.

and as the night stretched on, your bodies moving together in perfect harmony, you realised that this wasn’t just about passion—it was about the connection you had been fighting against for so long. the rivalry, the bickering, the walls you had both built between you—it all crumbled away, leaving only the raw truth of what you felt for one another.

when it was over, you lay beside each other, your breathing heavy, your bodies tangled in the sheets. the room was quiet now, the only sound was the soft rustle of the fabric and the faint crackle of the dying fire in the hearth.

heeseung turned to you, his hand reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face. his eyes, once so cold and guarded, were warm now, filled with an emotion that made your heart skip a beat. he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you and holding you against his chest as though he couldn’t bear to let you go.

you rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. it was comforting, grounding you in the quiet aftermath of everything that had just passed between you. his fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, soothing and gentle, as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

neither of you spoke, but words weren’t necessary. the silence was filled with a sense of peace, of contentment that neither of you had known before. heeseung’s touch was soft now, filled with care as he held you close, his body warm and protective against yours.

and in that quiet, intimate moment, you realised something: this was more than just passion, more than just desire. it was something real, something lasting.

heeseung’s hand continued to trace gentle patterns on your back, his lips brushing your temple as he whispered softly, “are you alright?”

you smiled against his chest, your heart swelling with warmth at the tenderness in his voice. “more than alright,” you murmured, snuggling closer to him.

heeseung let out a soft sigh, his arms tightening around you as if he never wanted to let go. and as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, the weight of the past finally lifted, leaving only the warmth of the present and the promise of a future you were both ready to embrace.

the next morning, you woke to find heeseung already up, standing by the window of your shared chambers, his silhouette framed by the soft glow of the early morning light. he looked deep in thought, his expression pensive as he gazed out over the kingdom.

quietly, you approached him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. he stiffened for a moment at the contact but quickly relaxed, his hands covering yours as he let out a soft sigh.

“you’re up early,” you murmured, resting your cheek against his back.

“i couldn’t sleep,” he replied, his voice thoughtful. “i was thinking about everything that’s changed.”

you smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. “a lot has changed, hasn’t it?”

heeseung turned in your arms, his expression soft as he looked down at you. “i never thought this would work,” he admitted, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “but i’m glad i was wrong.”

you gazed up at him, your heart swelling with warmth. the man standing before you was the same heeseung you had known all your life, but now, you saw him for who he truly was—not your enemy, not your rival, but your partner. your husband.

“i’m glad too,” you whispered, reaching up to cup his cheek. he leaned into your touch, his eyes closing for a moment, a small smile playing on his lips.

and in that moment, you knew that this was your new beginning. the past, with all its bitterness and tension, was behind you. what lay ahead was a future you hadn’t expected but one you were ready to embrace—together.

as heeseung pulled you into a gentle kiss, the warmth of the morning sun streaming through the window, you knew that this was the start of something beautiful. your marriage, once forged out of obligation and resentment, had grown into something real, something lasting.

and as you stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, you realised that sometimes, the best love stories were the ones you never saw coming.

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➢ Enhypen legal line and hands

I'm feeling productive y'all lmao, will be working on all enha members soon! it's a WIP now *winkwonk ENJOY!!

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cast: enha hyung line x f!reader

genres: fluff!﹒feel-good﹒romantic﹒a tiny bit angsty

warnings: mature language, spoilers!!, suggestive themes (tkb, abmm), noah flynn!sunghoon x elle evans!reader, best friend’s brother trope, peter kavinsky!heeseung x lara jean covey!reader, fake dating trope, hinode kento!jay x sasaki miyo/muge!reader, tbh idk what trope awa is, sasha tran!jake x marcus kim!reader, childhood lovers to strangers to lovers trope, sorry if all of that was confusing basically reader is in her main character era 😻, more warnings per individual fic

status: coming soon!

started: tba

— i’m a hopeless romantic. most people who read fanfiction on tumblr are hopeless romantics. so what’s better than a series of fics based off of netflix original movies, featuring the enhypen hyung line, to satisfy the longing? <3

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𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 | 𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚

I must be favored to know ya. I'll take my hands and trace your lines.

ᨓ 。lee heeseung x fem reader ꒰📅꒱﹕suggestive ﹕tbc contains: masturbation, oral, p in v sex (reader is on the pill but wrap it before you tap it), en- hyung line will appear (02z), vouyerism, exhibitionism, threesome, orgy, use of sexual toys, squirting (a few), food play, ass spanking, and more. ┈─★

𝓈𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠:

Two roommates, you and Heeseung, have a complex relationship marked by challenge and competitiveness. Heeseung, competitive and energetic, believes he is the best in bed and challenges you to a bet to prove it. You have seven days to see if he can back up his claim

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒:

𝟎.𝟎: 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐲?

𝟎.𝟏: 𝐋 (monday)

𝟎.𝟐: 𝐔 (tuesday)

𝟎.𝟑: 𝐉 (wednesday)

𝟎.𝟒: 𝐔 (thursday)

𝟎.𝟓: 𝐑 (friday)

𝟎.𝟔: 𝐈 (saturday)

𝟎.𝟕: 𝐀 (sunday)

𝟎.𝟖: 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞…?

© hollyoongs, 2024. please do not copy, translate or steal my story NOTICE: If you see this in Wattpad (the spanish side of it), it's actually my book that I decided to bring it up here so you can also enjoy in an easier language such as english. TAGLIST: @glitterjay @lhspeachie @deobitifull @mirramirra @capri-cuntz @horijiro @sumzysworld @chokichips

(if you want to be added, lmk, I don't bite <3)

0.00: | 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐲?

ᨓ 。lee heeseung x fem reader ꒰📅 ꒱﹕suggestive ﹕+ 1.0k

𝓈𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠:

Two roommates, you and Heeseung, have a complex relationship marked by challenge and competitiveness. Heeseung, competitive and energetic, believes he is the best in bed and challenges you to a bet to prove it. You have seven days to see if he can back up his claim

seven masterlist [here] || monday

The college years were the blank canvas you wanted to paint with quiet brushstrokes. You wanted to forge new friendships—maybe find a love connection behind a broken heart that had afflicted you a year ago. You emerged as someone completely transformed; your goals and perspectives had mutated, like the seasons of your life, taking you to a balance that once escaped from you. In the background of your being, you felt the fullness that you achieved only thanks to the fruits of your effort and the unwavering support of your older sister, Soojin. Among those achievements was a dream apartment, conquered with savings earned by pulse, containing everything that was yours.

But a tiny detail was hidden between the lines of his acquisition: that space was shared; he needed a roommate.

Happy? Not exactly. Ingenious? Absolutely.

Lee Heeseung was the name of the obstacle in your way. You didn't mean to hide the fact that the young man radiated undeniable attraction in every way. He had large, glowing brown eyes, slightly torn; a nose with an enviably tall bridge; slightly bulky lips; his slender, slightly toned figure made any garment unfold in a show of elegance; and his white smile had the power to illuminate even the darkest corner of the hall, if that were possible. But what obscured his image was his reputation: you had baptized him as a classic "womanizer."

A label he now despised when he heard it even at university for the boy's victims.

In a matter of weeks, the boy brought to his apartment a succession of girls whose moans sounded like jackhammers, preventing you from sleeping. because of it, every morning, you faced the world with a cup of coffee and dark circles that pointed to your wear, like a beacon for the unaware.

Patience ran out, and, with the contents of three bottles of soju running through your veins one day, you found an outlet on Soojin's shoulder and his girlfriend, Shuhua, a space where tears flowed without restrictions.

"I don't understand! Does he have a huge dick that it justifies those rants? I hate Heeseung, that selfish bastard." You just unleashed a flood of words without suspecting Heeseung had entered with one of his companions, listening to each syllable clearly. It was clear that he didn't got laid that day.

The connection that both individuals treasured turned, subtle but inexorably, from friendship to an amalgam of camaraderie and rivalry, a complex symphony of closeness and antagonism. The words flowing between them continued to resonate with a certain level of complicity, but the annoyance and hostility were no less palpable, acquiring a new nuance in the air around them. You, driven by a newly discovered courage, did not hesitate to look at Heeseung right in the eye and confront him directly, while he, for his part, seemed more interested in his plans to bring new companions to the apartment.

The holiday season finally broke out, and both of you gave the welcome of three months of breathing, peace finally reigned, this peace being interrupted by the occasional presence of your group of friends or your inseparable companion, Kim Mingyu, who shared the same contempt as you for the roomie. But neither of these two figures crossed the threshold of the duo in those days. However, you were given the idea of sharing a little time with Heeseung to clear the air and set boundaries, which you only received:

"I can't; Minseo will come today."

Determined not to stand idly by, you decided to use a strategy you knew very well: to strike at the most vulnerable point. His ego.

"How do you do it?" The words baffled Heeseung, who looked up to meet your challenging eyes. "How do you get them to keep coming, even with your tired and boring little friend?"

Heeseung strained his jaw, trying not to show the irritation caused by the comment. You found entertainment with his change of attitude, your smile being so playful that it was bothering him. The young man left his cell phone on the couch and turned his attention to you, forcing an artificial smile just like yours.

"I couldn't say exactly. I guess I make them feel so good that they just come back for more. Although, of course, you may not fully understand, considering… Jihoon, is that it? Hasn't he been through here yet?" — Heeseung returned the blow, taking the opportunity to undermine your confidence with the name of your ex.

"I bet those girls have to fake their orgasms. Even in adult films, they don't sound that exaggerated!"

"Are you implying that I am unable to satisfy anyone?"

"What I'm saying is that it's obvious how inept you are if you can't even perceive that you're bad in bed."

A spark of understanding illuminated Heeseung's mind, an idea so brilliant that he drew a subtle smile on his face. He slipped his tongue down his lower lip with a touch of sensuality. The simple action made you feel a slight uneasiness as Heeseung shortened the distance between both of you.

"Of course I can prove it. In just seven days."

"Do you need a week to get a girl to orgasm?" —a laugh escaped Heeseung's lips at your silly comment, who, without realizing it, had fallen into his trap. He decided to test the boundaries of the fearless young woman that was you. Heeseung placed his hand on his own chin and stared at it, removing some hairs that covered his face.

"I'm going to make you swallow your words, and maybe more than that."

The atmosphere was filled with unexpected tension, which turned from mere verbal confrontation into a sexual dimension in the blink of an eye. You could feel your breath intertwining while your silly heart was pounding, threatening to escape from your chest.

"Everybody's right; you're a long way from being a sex god." — Heeseung could not resist the temptation to whisper in your ear, his lips rubbing your skin before biting your lobe slightly. The sensation left you momentarily stunned, your eyes instinctively closed, and you couldn't help but blush when you heard the words that came out of Heeseung's lips—words that, honestly, you would never have imagined.

"I may not be perfect, but I'm the ideal person to show you how to treat a goddess like you. Let me show you what devotion is."

© hollyoongs, 2024. please do not copy, translate or steal my story TAGLIST: @glitterjay @lhspeachie @deobitifull @mirramirra @capri-cuntz @horijiro @sumzysworld @chokichips

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: I decided to bring this first to you before de Spider-Man enha smut, this will be a long ass ride and I hope you like it🦋

0.01: | 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘

Show you what devotion is, deeper than the ocean is

ᨓ 。lee heeseung x fem reader ꒰📅 ꒱﹕smut with plot ﹕+ 5.8k contains: voyeurism, balcony sex, oral (male and female), praise kink, boob guy Heeseung, Heeseung has a lip ring (IT'S IN FACT A WARNING), doggy style, ballet dancer, face off, teasing, phonecall sex, petnames (sweetheart and princess), hair pulling and a surprise towards the end. ┈─★

𝓈𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠:

Two roommates, you and Heeseung, have a complex relationship marked by challenge and competitiveness. Heeseung, competitive and energetic, believes he is the best in bed and challenges you to a bet to prove it. You have seven days to see if he can back up his claim

seven masterlist [here]

intro || tuesday

You don't remember moving an inch after your little slip in the living room generated by your roommate, who eventually went to the building opposite his best friends, Sunghoon and Jake. For your great fortune, your sister's call that she would go to the apartment with food along with her girlfriend a few minutes after she left made you sigh calmly, knowing that you were going to have free grace therapy for your two favorite girls.

You decided to wait on the balcony of the place, breathing deeply in the fresh air of the afternoon. The sector you guys were in was remodelled, in fact the whole place, and in that you thanked your parents for lending you a significant sum of money for it by investing it in your comfortable home (because that was another thing you both shared, and it was being economically stable but wanting to be independent).

It had two armchairs with the perfect size for the average balcony, a small table in the center, and some padded high chairs that complemented everything harmoniously. This gave a perfect view of the urbanization and was at the same level as Heeseung's friends' window (unfortunately), but it was nothing from the other world. I only managed to appreciate the colored lights they installed each time they threw a massive party or just played on the console located in the room, although both buildings were quite close despite the street.

You observed from your position that in the opposite room, the three boys were receiving a boy announcing his entrance with some pizza boxes, and by the outfit, you could quickly recognize that it was Park Jongseoong. You had met each of them when Heeseung held a "small meeting," and Jake had come into your room believing it was the bathroom and coming back a few minutes later to talk to you because he was bored.

You still remember how the boy, whom you firmly believed was the personification of a golden retriever, pulled you out of your cave to join the party. Even though you wanted to wrap yourself in the sheets of your bed, you couldn't rest with all the noise; all you did was make sure you left your room safely and interacted against your will.

In your eyes, the four of them were quite different. Jake was quite friendly, and you could say that he was playful. Jay had shown himself to be a quiet extrovert but also a joker. Sunghoon was a pretty new case for you. In what you were sharing with the two foreigners, Sunghoon remained silent and only gave little smiles for education; all were interesting in their way, and along with Heeseung, you didn't avoid realizing how well they complemented each other, and you didn't doubt that their friendship was as you thought, "those that almost no longer exist."

The sound of the door being opened frightened you for a moment until you remembered that you had given the entry key to those who were coming. You got up excited to greet the couple with joy and relief. However, you didn't have to be a genius to know it would last a while when you dropped the bomb on your sister over Heeseung.

"Hey, are the dishes where they always are?" You shouted in affirmation, not ceasing to embrace Shuhua. She looked around and opened her eyes, surprised.

"How come Heeseung's not here?"

"It's in the boys' place." You pointed to the balcony, and Shuhua took the initiative to go there, so you had no choice but to get up and set the table. It was a routine all three had; Soojin arrived with food, and Shuhua was in charge of closing the balcony doors, although this time it was stronger than the previous ones when he saw Heeseung from a distance.

Shuhua wasn't such a fan of men, especially Heeseung, after your constant complaints about the women he brought home and all. And to your surprise, Soojin liked or hated Heeseung, but she was upset that he had no respect for you, your sister being the main reason Heeseung no longer brought his suitors to the place (or, well, not always).

All of you gathered at the table to eat in silence; only you were silent if we were sincere. The silence on your part made Soojin pay attention; she knew for sure that something was on your mind that was bothering you, and she was going to get that information out of you one way or another. Her direct attitude caught the attention of her girlfriend and yours when she applauded a little.

"What are you thinking?" Her eyes were fixed on you, and the surprise was on your face. You knew you weren't good at hiding your expressions, but you didn't think it was so obvious.

"Nothing."

"You're lying; you look like an idiot."

"Wow, Shuhua, thank you for that cute nickname." Your sarcastic voice didn't affect her; it even made her laugh. You had to tell her what happened, but there were no words to soften the situation.

"All right. You know Heeseung and I are pretty upset, and let's not forget I'm a mouthful. That part's important, actually." With Soojin's accusatory gaze and Shuhua's disgust, you wanted to stop, but you needed some advice. "Let's just say that I was screwing him with the fact that he was disgusting with sex and challenged me to have sex with him for seven days to prove otherwise." — Shuhua was choking on food, and Soojin was doing nothing to the shock of the above, reacting shortly after patting her girlfriend.

The two girls got up, trying to digest everything, and you could only shrink in your place.

"Look, I love you so much, as if you were my sister. And since I love you so much, I'm telling you to come live with us and leave this filthy scoundrel here and-"

"Accept what he proposed." You and Shuhua had a surprise expression all over your faces at what Soojin said after interrupting Shuhua.

"Honey, we're talking about Heeseung. The personification of an undeveloped human being wants to mess with the best creation in this world. No, I refuse." You were flattered by the last part, but you were confused anyway.

Soojin returned to his seat with a calmer appearance, unlike his girlfriend.

"I like Heeseung, if we forget that he used to bring girls to the place, but outside of that, he's a good guy, and you know it. Besides, don't look at it as a punishment like Shuhua does; look at it as a way to get you out of your misery. You've slept with other guys, but how many of them really made you feel good?" She was right. You were never happy with the sexual encounters you had because either they focused on their own pleasure or ended too quickly.

"None of them."

"Also, think things through. I don't like Heeseung, but I have to admit it's a...normal boy." Soojin held a small laugh and nodded at the words of her girlfriend, your hands intertwined with those of your sister, who gave you a warm smile.

"The decision is yours, and if it goes wrong, you have space in our home."

"But if the son of a bitch gets to-"

"Shuhua, please!"

"All right! Think about it!"

The beatings of your heart were pounding in your chest, while your senses seemed to be sharpening supernaturally. It was as if you were tuned to every detail of his environment in an almost animal-like way. You couldn't get Soojin's words out of your mind after they left, and you admitted with some regret that your older sister was right. Despite your reluctance toward Heeseung, there were valuable aspects to their relationship: his attention, his willingness to help you with tasks that were confusing to you, his undeniable attractiveness, and, although it was hard for you to admit, his maturity on most occasions.

Although you didn't want to look desperate, you realized you were looking for some kind of sexual release. Heeseung's offer was insinuated as an irresistible temptation. You weren't a complete novice; you had experiences that could be qualified as experimental. And considering the rumors about your "frenemy" sexual prowess, you couldn't help but fill your mind with bold thoughts. The thoughts of what his tactics would be like at the time, what kind of caresses he would like to receive or grant, and how he would explore their bodies in a fiery dance of desire. The idea of being with him, of giving up on each other in a whirlwind of passion, wrapped you in a spiral of anticipation.

"Damn it!" A cry of frustration emerged from your lips, suffocated by the pillow on your face. You sat on the bed, and your eyes sat on the clock table.

It was 1:28 a.m. Monday.

You could feel the need to take over, and he knew right away. You needed to release that tension that was invading you. Without further delay, you took a set of pajamas for the morning, hoping to cool off under the water of a shower. But the thought of Heeseung and the possibility of fulfilling his promise accompanied you as an insistent shadow, infusing his actions with a touch of anticipated electricity.

Looking for a break, you opted for a red fruit tea, confident that it would help you to reconcile your sleep without difficulty. For the second time on the day, you went to the balcony, a space that looked like an oasis of tranquility at that time. You leaned on the railing, letting your elbows sink into it, while your eyes rested on the streets that were illuminated by the faint light of the lighthouses. The day was routine, which meant that the urban landscape was calm. With your eyes closed, you gave in to the delight of that moment. The taste of the drink permeated your palate, giving it a sweet touch in the morning. You and the moon were the main actors in that serene moment. The cup emptied faster than expected, which led you to turn around and deposit it on the center table.

You were shocked to see Heeseung's figure approaching you. The boy was also slightly shocked before he burst into laughter at the fun scene. Heeseung stood before her, tied in one of her many loose black shirts, combined with her omnipresent grey joggers, which seemed to be an essential part of her wardrobe. You turned your back on him, trying to calm the accelerated heartbeat that the boy's mere presence caused inside you. After all, you had made a decision, and you weren't willing to take it back.

You were determined to follow the game Heeseung had proposed, to embark on those seven days that he promised so much.

You felt Heeseung's tall body settling next to yours, and your eyes turned to meet his. You noticed her staring at you, a little smile playing on her face. At that moment, they shared a moment charged with a mysterious attraction, as if they were two magnetic forces approaching inevitably.

"How come you're not asleep?" Heeseung began the conversation, breaking the silence. His voice sounded soft and slightly snoring, which only intensified the connection that was beginning to take shape between you two.

"I'm not sleepy. I slept a little in the afternoon after Soojin and Shuhua left." you answered, noticing Heeseung nodding in understanding. His eyes were placed on your profile—an action you didn't realize, but that stole his breath and left his mind momentarily blank.

For Heeseung, you've always been the most beautiful girl of all.

Your features were perfectly balanced, and your figure not only aroused his desire to explore what was under your clothes but also the desire to embrace you and never let you go. Your personality, an amalgam of strength and softness, created a balance that made you stand out wherever you went. Heeseung had been attracted to you from the moment he saw you smile brilliantly as you entered your apartment at that time, touching with emotion all that was within your reach.

At first, Heeseung thought it was just a passing infatuation, a superficial whim. That's why he went on with his way of life as a womanizer, unaware that you were becoming the missing piece in his life's puzzle.

"Sorry about today," Heeseung said again, bringing his voice closer to you. You looked at him, slightly confused by the apology. "What I said this afternoon was inappropriate. If you're uncomfortable and you need room, I can ask the boys to let me stay with them."

Moonlight did not favor you at all; in fact, its brightness allowed Heeseung to observe how your cheeks would acquire a lovely crimson tone. It was hard for him to contain a smile in front of that scene that I never imagined. A prolonged silence was established among you. What am I supposed to do now? Say something else.

Heeseung decided that his wishes were no longer worth hiding.

"I accept." you whispered suddenly, taking Heeseung by surprise.

"Do you accept me leaving?" Heeseung asked, bewildered.

A soft laugh sprang from your lips, making Heeseung even more confused.

"No. I accept that you show me how good you are." Your words resonated in Heeseung's mind, falling like pieces instead.

"I won't do anything you don't want." Heeseung said, his promises of respect and care being in contrast to the situation.

His words softened your heart a little, and you decided to venture even further. You brought your body a little closer to Heeseung's, enough to dare bite Heeseung's lower lip, adorned with a piercing in the middle, giving him a sigh that resounded with delight. It was a daring act under the moon, a gesture that sealed his complicity at that intense moment.

"Make me feel good, Heeseung." You challenged, your voice full of desire and longing.

"I'll show you the fucking clouds, sweetheart" he answered, letting his words carry a burning promise. Finally, both lips were found in a long-awaited and contained kiss for a long time. Heeseung's body leaned against the balcony railing, and his arms surrounded you, placing it in front of him without breaking his kiss.

You didn't stay behind; your fingers got tangled in the boy's platinum hair. The two were on the verge of a pact with Rati, a single movement to plunge into a whirlwind of fleshly desires. At that moment, they hid their true feelings, wrapped in a fire of passion and longing.

Each caress seemed desperate, a reflection of the months in which they had been waiting for this moment without even realizing it. Your hands left Heeseung's neck, exploring the boy's wide shoulders before firmly squeezing his biceps, an expression of the contained desire that was finally being released. Heeseung followed your example, your fingers playing with the soft satin fabric of your pajamas shirt that you were wearing at the time. Every touch of their warm hands under your shirt sent chills of anticipation through your skin, intensifying the passion that burned between them.

With a firm grip on your waist, Heeseung attracted you even closer, as if he wanted to merge their bodies into a passionate and unwavering embrace. The tip of her tongue subtly outlined your lips, causing a wider opening and an exchange of breath that culminated in the encounter between her tongues. The sweet taste of the cherry you shared in the tea accentuated the sensuality of the moment. Heeseung's hands gently walked the way from his abdomen to your bare breasts, making your skin stand before his touch.

His thumb and index fingers caressed your nipples, generating a moan that escaped from your lips and mixed with the boy's sigh. That sound sounded like music in Heeseung's ears, who smiled laciously at your answer. You were already lost in the pleasure he gave you, and in an instant of skillful movement, Heeseung's shirt disappeared from his body, revealing his skin in the moonlight.

Heeseung's skin was almost angelic in the darkness of the night. His figure, slightly worked, appeared in its maximum splendor without restriction of clothes. Her pants, lying suggestively down, implied that she was not wearing underwear—something that didn't go unnoticed for you and that fed your desire even more. However, the opportunity to admire his figure quickly disappeared as his lips looked for yours again with eagerness.

Heeseung explored your skin with his lips, charting a path from the back of his ear to your clavicles, following the same path you had walked seconds before with his shirt. Your breasts were released from their confinement, and Heeseung watched carefully as the cool evening wind hardened the nipples, generating a tempting and exciting image. His hands captured your breasts again, loving them delicately and firmly, causing you to tilt your head back, letting slip a sigh of pleasure that resonated in the atmosphere full of desire at the moment of feeling Heeseung's tongue giving little licks on them, gathering them to duplicate the pleasure it gave you. Each action lit fire between them, and the passion became more intense with each touch of their bodies.

Time seemed to expand at that moment of burning connection. After a while, Heeseung turned his attention away from the top of your body, and his hands slipped towards the back of his thighs, lifting you up easily. Together, they took a seat on one of the chairs, with you on top of Heeseung. Your knees were beside him, but you didn't sit completely down, wanting to prolong the moment of anticipation.

You let yourself be carried away by the frenzy of desire while their bodies were entangled in a dance of passion. In Heeseung's eyes, you looked like a goddess, and he worshipped you with every kiss he laid on his naked waist and the lines he drew with his lips. Every caress was an affirmation that what they were living was real, and your beauty in the moonlight stunned them.

Your lips took Heeseung's in another passionate kiss, but soon you parted with him, taking his hands to stand before him. The intensity in the air was palpable, charged with anticipation. Heeseung was momentarily baffled by your action, but his surprise quickly turned into grunting content when you got rid of your shorts and underwear. Kneeling in front of him, you looked him in the eye as your hands went up through Heeseung's covered thighs.

One action was enough to get rid of the only garment that covered his deepest desire. Your gaze focused on Heeseung's semi-erect limb. It was neither extremely thick nor venous, but its length caught your eye. The tip, dyed in a subtle red, shone with the pre-semen that emerged. Without looking away from his eyes, you let your tongue run through the liquid with a little tongue that stunned Heeseung.

"Damn, you're perfect for me." You were motivated by the comment and started with slow and sensual movements, caressing its length with your hands and applying the right pressure at the right time.

Heeseung's body reacted with soft movements, and the sight combined with the increasing humidity that could be seen in your pants generated a soft moan that escaped from his lips. You could see a grin on Heeseung's face before he closed his eyes, succumbing to pleasure.

Heeseung's hands encountered yours on his limb, gently removing them before you could continue. You raised your body to stand in front of him, and he sat you down so that his chest would touch your back. Your legs were opened by Heeseung, who placed his dick between your folds, no penetration whatsoever. Keeping the erotic contact and the tension.

Heeseung's fingers explored your clitoris, causing your body to shake and your hips to spin in small circles, both trapped in a whirlwind of desire. But the sweet nickname he used at that intimate moment highlighted the contrast between sin and affection, generating your lower part to beat in anticipation.

"Let me help you, sweetheart." Heeseung's digits explored your body, finding the way to the moisture that enveloped them both. Your moaning increased in intensity as you were carried away by the pleasure that took hold of you. Although you tried to keep quiet, the desire grew uncontrollably, pushing you to express yourself more and more. Heeseung surprised you by inserting a finger into you, and the contact made you bow your back while you were making a drowning moan.

The feeling of fullness and the touch of your skin with Heeseung's filled you with intense excitement. The second finger joined the first finger, shrinking and causing a tremor throughout your being. Your hands clung to Heeseung's thighs as your hips moved to the rhythm of his fingers, looking for more of that intoxicating sensation.

You couldn't deny that the moment of passion was like being in an uncontrollable flame that threatened to consume them completely. You opened your eyes, clouded by pleasure, and met the intense gaze of Heeseung, who had been watching you with a mixture of desire and worship. However, he didn't seem willing to let you take the reins any longer.

You looked ahead to give Heeseung your neck, and you didn't know if it was the moment that was making you hallucinate, confirming that it wasn't a mirage when you decided to focus completely, leaving pleasure on one side.

Sunghoon was watching everything from the balcony of his respective department through his circular lenses, and by the expression he carried, he had been surprised by the situation. The girl gradually stopped her movements, getting Heeseung to let go of a grunt.

"Is everything okay? There's something wrong?" — With no reaction from you, Heeseung followed your gaze, and he couldn't help feeling a little surprised when he saw his best friend with his favorite cup in his hand, without looking away from them. Sunghoon, seeing that he was caught, began to fix his surroundings until Heeseung threw a whistle, drawing his attention. At no time did Heeseung's hands move away from you, forcing you both to stand up and stand in front of the railing, your breasts completely exposed to Sunghoon and his free hand on your hips, his lips touching your right ear in a tempting way. "Do you like Sunghoon watching you? "See how you fuck yourself?" —the squeeze your walls gave his fingers confirmed his doubt.

You were ecstatic with the simple fact that that shy boy had now sat like an obedient child in a chair that they also had in their place in front of Heeseung, ignoring both of you by looking at his phone.

"Do you want to give him a little show?" With courage, you nodded. Heeseung left you for a moment, searched his pants for his phone, and returned to you. The screen clearly showed how Heeseung was calling Sunghoon. They both saw Sunghoon take his cell phone, and with a little doubt, he answered the call.

"Hyung, I'm sorry. I will go to my-."

"Don't go it, Sunghoon; we like being watched. Enjoy the view and the audio. Also, if you want to jerk yourself off, do it." You could see Sunghoon's eyebrows going up in surprise, and later on, he was sitting in front like he was before.

Your jaw was taken by Heeseung and placed so that your sight was fixed in Park. Heeseung again explored your intimate area, and at this point, you could feel your legs shaking as your orgasm was postponed. You could see Sunghoon shaking his leg from top to bottom with shyness, but his eyes would not move away in any way, coming into visual contact with him. You saw a little bit down, noticing his dick being marked in his pajamas. Heeseung pulled out his fingers, causing you to complain of dissatisfaction and look over your shoulder. But your complaints became a louder moan when you felt his penis pressing against your entrance. Your bodies were connected in a way that exceeded any expectations, and now you were leaning against the bar and with your ass at the perfect angle for Heeseung to enter in a delicious way, feeling the warmth and firmness of your torso while he held you with his arms. The phone in your hand was close to you, and you just knew how needy you sounded to Sunghoon.

Your movements and Heeseung's were reflected in Sunghoon's glasses; he couldn't keep his eyes off both of you. Every sigh, every touch, and every gesture of pleasure they shared had an effect on Sunghoon. You could see the desire to sprout in Sunghoon, his dick creating a tent in his pants. You placed the phone loudspeaker closer to your lips, sliding your hand through your own body, caressing your abdomen, and stopping in your clitoris.

"Sunghoon, touch yourself with me. Please."

Passion was burning in the air as the movements of the three of you began to synchronize. Sunghoon finally released his penis and wrapped it with his hand. The pressure he exerted on it was reflected in the veins that emerged from it. Heeseung filled and caressed you from within, and you could only lift your hips desperately, looking for that overwhelming feeling that only he could give you at that moment. Heeseung's hands went around your back, your hips, and your breasts, as if he wanted to touch every inch of your being. You let yourself be carried away by the wave of pleasure, your moaning filling the whole place and ear of Sunghoon as his movements became more frantic, screaming from time to time. You felt Heeseung's palm groaning your ass, the sting making you scream ecstatic.

In an act of impulse, you opened your eyes (which you didn't realize you had closed), noticing how Sunghoon was beginning to unbutton his shirt, allowing his skin to come into contact with the fresh air of the night, and his movements had increased speed, looking for his orgasm.

"Sunghoon, will you cum with me?" You saw Sunghoon throw his head back, and both you and Heeseung heard a grunt followed by a chain of groans.

Sunghoon's hand continued to move, occupying every inch of his swollen penis; his movements were almost as equal as yours on the next balcony. The sight of the Sunghoon was making you feel like you were going to explode at any moment.

"Shit, Heeseung, I'm cumming." Heeseung wasted no time, and it was his turn to stand in front of you. Taking your left leg, he made you wrap it around his hip with his hand right on your buttocks.

"Let me see you while you're doing it." —and once again, he came back with his unbridled movement. Now the speed of his action was fast; you both were looking like animals, but Heeseung was more focused on making you have the best orgasm in your life.

Your breasts were bouncing in front of him, your lips half open, leaving free high moans mingling with Heeseung's own sighs and listening to Sunghoon's whimpers. "Heeseung, Sunghoon, I'm close." —your grip on Heeseung's shoulder for support intensified when you felt that familiar knot in your belly, your moans being silenced by Heeseung's lips, who was also reaching his release before the exquisite feeling of your entrance by not wanting to let go.

Pleasure was built within you as an unstoppable storm. You could feel the contractions of your body approaching the edge, making your grip on the phone harder, and Heeseung was on the verge of losing control. The moans and whispers filled the space between them; every touch, every kiss, and every caress pushed them beyond their limits. 

"You're perfect for me, sweetheart. You squeeze me so tight. Fuck." The climax finally reached both of you—an explosion of sensations that enveloped your bodies completely. You clung to Heeseung as the waves of pleasure dragged you and were heard by the two boys, your body trembling in its ecstasy. Heeseung followed you, his release triggered by the burning union of their bodies. Both fell into a sea of satisfaction and exhaustion, their entwined breaths as they recovered their composure. You looked at Sunghoon, having the perfect view of how he let himself be carried by the wave of pleasure that ran through him, his hand and thighs covered by the uncontrollable jets of his semen, getting you to squeeze Heeseung's penis at the sight of the boy, who was now submissive. You felt a void when it finally came out of you. Heeseung moved the hand that had the cell phone to your lips.

"Come on, talk to Sunghoon, sweetheart." You swallowed dry and took off the speaker. You could clearly hear Sunghoon's sighs and feel his eyes across the balcony.

"Sunghoon?"

"Hey," Sunghoon's agitated voice returned your greeting. Your eyes deviated to his body because he was an athlete; he had a dream body, and you couldn't deny that you wanted to kiss that mole he had on his collarbone. You couldn't stop looking at his figure. "If you want, I'll send you a picture."

"Don't worry about it, just- " You took a leap into the air, feeling Heeseung's lips sticking to your vulva. You breathed a sigh down to see Heeseung. "I'm sorry"

"Is he licking you clean, princess? You must be dripping; Heeseung has that privilege, but it would have been better if you have two people."

"Really? How would you do that? Fuck, Heeseung." Your sensitivity was growing as the boy cleaned both of your fluids. Your hand went to his hair, pulling it slightly.

"Why don't you look?" Your eyes stopped the boy in his glasses, he got settled in the chair he had, and his middle finger and ring took a quantity of semen that remained on the tip. Shortly after licking that, you opened your eyes with surprise.

Was that the guy who didn't even look at you weeks ago?

Heeseung sucked out your clitoris, confirming that he actually made you touch the clouds without stepping on the sky; he had brought the sky to you. A final kiss was deposited that made you moan one last time. He looked at his cell phone in your hand and hung up on Sunghoon.

"One of seven, get ready for tomorrow, sweetheart. I'll show you what devotion is."

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Wind it back, I'll take it slow.

Leave you with that afterglow

ᨓ 。lee heeseung x fem reader ꒰📅 ꒱﹕smut with plot ﹕+ 5.3k

contains: voyeurism, oral (male and female), praise kink, boob guy Heeseung, Heeseung has a lip ring (IT'S IN FACT A WARNING), slight degratation, sex-tape, shower sex, doggy style, face off, bullseye, stand-up position. ┈─★

𝓈𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠:

Two roommates, you and Heeseung, have a complex relationship marked by challenge and competitiveness. Heeseung, competitive and energetic, believes he is the best in bed and challenges you to a bet to prove it. You have seven days to see if he can back up his claim

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monday || wednesday

In the stillness of the room, you moved on to your bed, reliving the events of the morning. Your limbs spread gracefully, grabbing the bed space. A pleasant surprise seized you when you realized that a loose shirt covered your figure, guarding your underwear. However, Heeseung's absence baffled you. Usually, after an intimate encounter, the presence next to you awaited a passionate sequel before returning to the dream realm, a custom that you vehemently hated. So finding the empty space in your bed made you frown.

Your mobile device was still connected, indicating its full load. The clock was ticking around two o'clock in the afternoon, and a sense of renewal overwhelms you completely. Your thoughts slipped into the past event; a shy blush colored your cheeks. You still couldn't fully assimilate yourself to the whims of your hormones at the time. However, you recognized that you had experienced one of the most rewarding moments in sexual terms in a long time.

Heeseung had not only led you into questioning the talk that circulated around his erotic life (a subject that, thanks to his closeness, he didn't know at all), but also fulfilled a fantasy that, until that day, you didn't know you had inside. A familiar aroma permeating the atmosphere induced you to close your eyes and set out on the way to the kitchen, being welcomed by Heeseung's wide back and silky blue garment, thus encouraging its anticipation.

In the apartment, you found an unexpected scene: the kitchen island was decorated with two scrambled eggs, orange juice, and two bowls full of fruit, and one of them had your favorite cut into delicate portions. Your gaze rested on Heeseung, who was concentrating on its elaboration with an uncharacteristic intensity. You knew well that Heeseung's culinary skills barely extended beyond instant food, such as ramen, so seeing this filled your heart with warmth.

"Oh, you're awake. Good afternoon. Did you rest well?" The first lights of the day stroked their faces as you nodded slightly, moving towards the area where the utensils were waiting for their use.

"Yes, I wonder why you didn't wake me up." Heeseung turned off the electric stove, adding more food to one of the plates before taking it to the table.

"After our night, you were exhausted. I put you in those clothes, and we didn't share the bed to keep you from feeling uncomfortable. " Hiding a subtle smile after his departure, you found some sweetness in the action. Didn't I want to disturb you after the night they shared? It may sound stupid to have the answer before, but it was strange that he Lee Heeseung thought about it.

Of course, Heeseung had been receptive to Sunghoon's messages after that episode, encouraging him to seize the opportunity and conquer you. As a result, he was immersed in a reflection on his current situation. I knew that this approach was not the best way to earn your heart. Sex could easily be misinterpreted as a simple means of satisfying physical desires, and that perception began to weigh on him with some resentment. However, the memory of your bright eyes, widening as he shortened the distance between them, with your lips inviting him to join in a passionate kiss, unleashed his words, releasing them without any filter. And he had not spared in his sinful intentions, wishing to experience such a connection until the last of his days. Despite having promised himself, he was still in some sort of ecstasy.

The atmosphere was instantly illuminated by your presence, and sometimes the "breakfast" went to the background. In fact, time seemed to fade, and when they noticed, their mobile phones indicated that it was almost 4 p.m. You suddenly got up when you realized the delay, leaving Heeseung looking at you nervously.

"Do you have a plan for today?" When you asked that, he denied it, which made you smile.

"Why do you ask?"

"I was thinking of exploring the city to add new images to my professional portfolio. I'm not sure when I'll be back. Would you like me to bring you something for dinner?

"I'll go with you." — The inclusion of Heeseung in your plans baffled you; you couldn't help but show your perplexity. Heeseung spoke again. "I have to buy a gift for my nephew, who is about to turn four." The almost unnoticed pucher on Heeseung's lips was exposed thanks to your laughter.

Without waiting for Heeseung to respond, you quickly went to the bathroom, where you began your routine with almost choreographed precision. You had opted for a simple yet elegant outfit: sandals that highlighted the beauty of your skin and a long turquoise dress that fell gracefully on your figure. A spacious wallet hung from your shoulder, ready to house your camera, wallet, cell phone, and sunglasses. When you left his apartment and found Heeseung waiting for her, he stopped for a moment to appreciate the view. He wore a loose shirt, fresh black loose pants, and white shoes that turned an apparently basic set into a fashion statement. His eyes crossed, and Heeseung couldn't help but stare at you before he gave you a sweet smile.

"Are we…

"You look beautiful." The words were suspended in the air, and the blush on your cheeks seemed to shift to Heeseung's. Quickly, he scratched, indicating that you could pass first while he held the apartment door. You passed by his side, lowering your head to hide the smile on your lips, but you raised it to thank the boy.

When both were inside, Heeseung's hands skillfully placed themselves on the steering wheel, the journey developing in a silence that, although serene, began to weigh on them. To break the ice, Heeseung pressed the Bluetooth icon in the car and made a gesture to you to choose the music for the trip to the beach. You went under your playlist entitled "I like you" and randomly picked out a song: Mario's "Skippin'". You noticed how Heeseung's fingers kept pace on the wheel, and you heard his low voice accompanying the song. You couldn't look away from the boy, bewitched by how sweet and serene his voice was. Heeseung, realizing your attention, stared at you, his smile growing softly.

"What's the matter?" Heeseung questioned, turning his gaze to the road.

"Would you believe me if I told you I forgot you were part of the music production race for a second?" Heeseung opened his eyes with surprise, and you laughed softly.

"We've shared a lot of time as roommates, and didn't you remember I'm in the music faculty?"

"I'm sorry, I guess I got confused with your brother, who was studying engineering."

"Come on, have you heard me sing?" When you said an almost quiet "no,"  he opened his eyes wide.

"Sing to me," you said, and you could see Heeseung confidently lowering a little bit the music, enoguh to still maintain the rhythm of the song.

At a red light, he stopped the car and made a gesture as if he had a microphone in his hand and an ear. "From the moment I saw you, I knew that. You were all that I wanted in a woman. From your style to your walk to your fragrance, Baby girl, you got my heart skippin'. "

Unwillingly, your heart gave out, as the song said. Maybe it was this new facet I was discovering in Heeseung or the firmness with which he uttered those four sentences, but I had to admit that either one of them made your heart feel warm for a short second.

They embarked on their escape, the sun painting the sky with warm tones as they advanced towards the coast. The atmosphere was filled with palpable enthusiasm, and the conversation flowed naturally, mixed with the murmur of the wind and the waves that finally made themselves heard as they lowered the windows of the vehicle. You didn't know how many songs had passed or the time you spent watching the window while playing random questions between them; Heeseung was the one who most appreciated the moment. Heeseung strove hard in his words, seeking the right measure between frankness and subtlety, each prayer woven with the intention of revealing his interest without overwhelming.

"We're here!" Finally, after a long journey that seemed endless, you and Heeseung arrived at their desired destination, and excitement was reflected on your face. You couldn't hold back a cry of joy at the sight. As you expressed your excitement, Heeseung turned off the vehicle with a smile on his face and began to gather his belongings. And when Heeseung said 'his belongings', he was referring to your bag, which was full of essentials for the getaway, and a pair of sunglasses he had put in the glove compartment of the car once and never left.

Following his usual routine (which he could get used to if it was with you), Heeseung circled the car normally and opened the door for you to get out. You exited the vehicle with a beaming smile on your face and took a moment to observe your surroundings. The view was simply breathtaking. The tide was surprisingly calm, reflecting the serenity of the place, as the sun showed signs of beginning to say goodbye on the horizon with warm colors painting the sky. What caught your attention the most was the lack of people in the area, which made you feel an insatiable curiosity and the promise of a relaxing and private getaway.

"I can't help but think that the photos you're taking today will further improve your already impressive portfolio. No one knows this part of the beach, and what better way than to show it to you?" Heeseung smiled with a hint of complicity; the sun gilded his skin, and his eyes sparkled with genuine admiration.

You laughed softly, shaking your head as you settled your camera in his hand. "Don't believe it; there's always room for improvement. But thank you for the vote of confidence and for this place."

The beach presented itself as a perfect canvas for creativity that was just a stone's throw from your head. Captivated by the interplay between water and light, you captured images skillfully, focusing on seemingly trivial details that came to life through your lens. While working, your eyes occasionally found Heeseung, whose profile marked a harmonious silhouette against the horizon, immersed in thoughts of his own. In a fleeting instant, while you meticulously adjusted your camera controls, you managed to immortalize an image that transcended simple photography. In the picture was Heeseung, completely absorbed in his own contemplation, alien to the lens that framed him, radiating an intense and almost palpable tranquility. The snapshot did not merely capture its mere physical appearance; instead, it froze in time a state of being that spoke of introspection and authenticity, as if Heeseung's very essence had been caught at that time.

In the night, you decided to organize a photo shoot with Heeseung as your model, and he gladly accepted. Although the previous images that I had previously taken focused mainly on landscapes, everyday objects, and occasionally artistic pieces, photographs of people in his portfolio were scarce. In that session, Heeseung became part of a select group of individuals in your professional portfolio, along with your sister and her partner. Although Heeseung was reluctant to admit it and was nervous about the compliments that sprang from your mouth by their nature when modeling, the camera seemed to love him unconditionally, capturing his innate photogeny despite his limited modeling experience.

Some time later, as the sun began its slow descent into the ocean, Heeseung found himself in possession of your chamber once again. With surprising skill, he framed a photograph of you, absorbed in contemplating the horizon. The last golden rays of the afternoon caressed your face, bathing it in a light that gave it an ethereal and magical aura.

"I think you deserve a memory of yourself, don't you?" Heeseung whispered, and you looked back at him, finding his eyes full of sincerity and something else, something that seemed to resonate deeply.

The sun finally plunged into the sea, painting the sky with burning tones, and both knew it was time to return. They walked back to the car, conversations flowing like a quiet stream, as they had done with the idea. As they parted ways from the beach, Heeseung couldn't help but stare at you with a special glow in his eyes.

"It's been a wonderful day. Thank you for accepting my company." His words were simple but full of meaning, like a message not fully expressed.

You gave him a gentle smile, feeling a warm thrill to walk around your chest, changing to one of terror almost instantly. "Damn Heeseung, we forgot your nephew's gift!"

Heeseung threw a tantrum without stopping the car, despite your constant complaints. He looked at you for a moment before settling a lock of your hair behind your left ear before looking back at the front, without forgetting your nervous image from the action.

"It was an excuse to come with you. I like being by your side."

Returning to the apartment, you plopped down exhausted on the sofa, while Heeseung headed straight to the kitchen to prepare some ramyeon, his specialty, and bring some water for you. Glancing at his phone, he noticed that the day was about to come to an end. It was only logical; they had spent the day at Busan Beach, a trip that had taken their time both going and coming back. Besides, they had been so absorbed in each other that they had forgotten to eat since then, and their stomachs were growling with hunger. 

In just fifteen minutes, both of them were ready. Heeseung came out of the kitchen with the ramyeon packets and corresponding chopsticks in one hand, looking around the room for you.

"Where are you?"

"I’m in my room!" The answer came from your room, prompting Heeseung to move calmly to where you were. There, he saw you sitting on the floor, surrounded by boxes, with a frown on your face and your hands hidden inside one of them.

He sat down across from you, setting the groceries on the desk.

"Do you need help?"

"I'm looking for a pink charger; my camera is dead, and I want to look at the photos one more time. Can you help me?" Without waiting for an answer, you continued rummaging through the box. Meanwhile, Heeseung picked up another box and began to do the same. Amidst the jumble of objects, in one of the boxes, he found several wires—black and white. Fortunately for him, at the bottom, among the wires, the coveted pink wire appeared.

"I found it!" You smiled cheerfully at the sight of the charger and immediately plugged it into your device. Heeseung, on the other hand, headed to the desk to pick up his food, followed by you. For the first time, a comfortable silence reigned in the room as you two were practically inhaling the food with delight. You finished first and waited for Heeseung to finish as well before going to wash both of their cutlery. Heeseung looked at the contents of the open boxes out of curiosity and found a camcorder. In a lucky strike, the camcorder had a functioning battery and was in good working order.

You joined him a few seconds later, flashing a bright smile. "What are you doing?"

"I found this. Was it for a class?"

"Remember a show called “Good Luck, Charlie”? Yuna and I wanted to make vlogs for our younger cousin, but we didn't do anything, and that's why it's as good as new. " Heeseung started a recording, focusing only on you.

"Well, it works wonders. You do justice to the quality of the camera with your beauty." The words flowed out of Heeseung, and it made you start to strike funny poses to hide your emotions. "Do you think it has enough memory?"

"Definitely, I think it could record for more than two hours." Heeseung stopped the recording and stood up when he noticed that it was past midnight. It was finally Tuesday.

"I'll go brush my teeth and take a shower again. Rest well." Heeseung wrapped your arm in a gentle squeeze before he stepped out of the room.

You pulled your nightwear out of your drawer and headed to the bathroom, not forgetting your cell phone and even taking the camcorder with you without noticing it. You felt a little silly noticing that you had taken the camcorder with you and didn't even bother to return it. As you prepared the bathtub, you chose your favorite music and let the warm water run over your body once you were immersed in it, relaxing. The shampoo washed your hair as you enjoyed a small scalp massage. Then, you lathered your entire body to remove the sand and sunscreen that had adhered to your skin under the scorching sun.

A knock on the bathroom door startled you, and since you already knew who the culprit was, you opened the door and caught Heeseung's eye with a raised toothbrush. Heeseung looked surprised; he may have already seen you completely naked yesterday, but now you were pouring water, and your relaxed face made his thoughts fly to places they shouldn't be. 

"Hey, do you have… Why did you bring the camcorder in?" The curious tone was very obvious in his words, and you made a gesture to underplay the importance of the matter. Heeseung shook his head to focus on what he came in for. "Do you have any toothpaste? I'm out of mine."

"Come in and wash up if you want; I'm almost done showering anyway." You opened the door a little wider, allowing Heeseung to enter the bathroom. As you headed back to the shower, he planted himself in front of the sink. The mirror in front of him was fogged up, and his hand unconsciously moved to wipe it clean. The sight of you running your hands through your hair and body mesmerized Heeseung almost instantly. He brushed his teeth quickly, and as he was about to grab the towel lying beside him to dry himself, his eyes fell on the camcorder.

An idea popped into his mind as he opened the camcorder. The notion of having a memory of the two of them sharing a moment in this remote place caused a wave of excitement to run through his entire body.

"Can I join you in the shower?" The words escaped Heeseung's lips and hung in the air, heavy with palpable tension. The room was steamy, and the sound of your shower created an intimate atmosphere.

Time seemed to halt as they both awaited your response—a second that stretched like an eternity. Heeseung's heart pounded in his chest as he held the camcorder, waiting, wishing she would accept.

"Yes, you can, Heeseung." You surprised yourself with the affirmative answer you let out. Heeseung turned around, finding himself face-to-face with you, creating eye contact immediately, without even breaking it for a second, and especially when he removed the shirt from his body. You couldn't help but smile as you noticed the purple stains on the opposite body scattered as the garment came off the boy's body, and Heeseung indeed did the same; hickeys staining your breasts and part of your nipples were seen with admiration thanks to the water that made them stand out.

The atmosphere in the small bathroom room became even more heated with the intimacy of the two; the passion and desire in Heeseung's eyes were unmistakable. You stepped out of the tub straight toward the boy, and your hands stopped at Heeseung's warm body, creating a temperature contrast with the slightest touch. Your hands traveled from his chest to the nape of his neck, and Heeseung took you by surprise as he kissed your cheek. Heeseung's fingers stopped at your waist tentatively, with his thumbs making circles on your skin, sliding easily.

You responded with a brief kiss on Heeseung's lips, a gesture that made him embrace you fully. They indulged in the delight of emotions surging between them, as if the day before they hadn't even touched each other and had longed for this day like someone who hasn't eaten in years.

Your fingers slid down toward the elastic of the garments that still covered Heeseung's body, tugging down gently. A sigh escaped your lips and got lost on the boy's lips, sealing their complicity in that intimate and passionate moment. Heeseung kicked his legs slightly to remove his clothes and took you in his arms. The water still falling into the empty tub made you push him right under the stream of water, but the boy pulled you with him to dive into another passionate kiss under the water.

Heeseung's hands went down to your bottom, gently kneading your skin with his lips and descending to the other's neck. Heeseung's erection became more evident as the seconds passed while he relished in your caresses and the sighs that came out of you. You moved back a few steps until your back hit the wall, your leg moving to Heeseung's hip, causing both intimacies to come into contact. He slowly swayed his hips in a back and forth motion without fully entering into you with the intention of lubricating himself with the fluids that were already flowing out of your intimacy.

You watched the mirror in front of you with your eyes narrowed in pleasure, which was only increasing. Heeseung's back was in your full view, and you ran your hands over it. As you moved down, the video recorder caught your attention, your eyes focusing on the boy's back and the device. With some reluctance, you pulled Heeseung's body away from yours until, walking straight to the camera, you reached for the power button, turning the small screen to watch as the lens was focusing on your ravaged neck and Heeseung stepping out of the tub to come towards you. You mashed the record button and turned to see it start. Heeseung raised one of his eyebrows playfully until you devoured his lips once more.

"A little souvenir? " You nodded as you heard Heeseung's shaken voice after the kiss, and you gave a little jump as you felt Heeseung's palm land on your ass. "Then I'll make it unforgettable."

Heeseung grabbed the camera, and they stepped back into the shower. He left the camera in the corner of the tub as they let the stream of water flow their way in the midst of the kiss the two shared, your tongue being bitten by the mischievous boy, and Heeseung's fingers tangling in your hair. Just as it happened the day before, You dropped to your knees, the water covering your hips, your lips going straight to the boy's balls, making Heeseung close his eyes in satisfaction. Your right palm caught his erection perfectly at a speed he couldn't care less about; the minutes ticked by, and with them went the boy's moans. Your tongue now ran all over his shaft, and before you continued, Heeseung's hand was exchanged for yours.

His free hand went to the camera until he could see you through it with both hands pleasuring your breasts and his hand with his member, providing gentle caresses. His index finger and thumb took your chin to draw you close, and he gently touched your reddish lips with the tip of his swollen erection to get you to open them. Heeseung wouldn't lie about it, but you were almost one hundred percent sure that you could be the only person to make hi, cum with an oral like a virgin. You loved giving oral; it made your chest swell with pride, and for you to have the same guy who everyone said wouldn't even flinch at oral swoon at your touch was another level of satisfaction.

"God, don't stop." You had no such intentions. Now,  with his eyes fixed on the lens, you moved your head up and down quickly. Heeseung watched the screen and had to bite his lower lip as he felt his dick growing bigger in your mouth as a clear sign of his future climax. With a few suckers and feeling the boy's semen touching your mouth walls, you opened your mouth, leaving the seed free on your face and part of your tongue. Heeseung positioned the camera so that the tub could be seen with them and kissed you, your fluids mixed with his. As grotesque as it sounds, the boy loved it, especially when he bit your lip and you moaned, letting your tongue show his essence still on your tongue.

They both stood up again, and it was Heeseung's turn to kneel down. His nose collided with your clitoral area, and the palms of his hands went straight to your knees, rubbing a little after your previous action. Your hands went to the boy's hair, unconsciously tugging on it slightly as you felt his lips stop at your vaginal lips in a chaste kiss. Now it was you who couldn't take your eyes off the boy's big eyes, from which you could notice the mischief in them and the intentions he had.

"Are you all right?" you nodded, blushing, getting a sly smile to show on the boy's face at the sight. He squeezed your legs, massaging your thighs to his liking as he moved up to your buttocks, pulling you even closer to his face. It didn't take long for Heeseung to give little licks on that sweet little button of yours and for his fingers to collect the natural lubricant he was already doing all over your intimacy for the purpose of a well-deserved pre-game. The delight on your face made Heeseung know he was doing it right. The volume of your voice increased as Heeseung's tongue created a variety of circles on your clitoral area and his fingers finally entered to prepare you. Your walls were enclosed so that Heeseung couldn't help but sigh in delight, causing a small sensation to run through you.

Your hips began to move slightly, which was not unnoticed by Heeseung, who, with his free hand, gave a gentle but firm squeeze on your left cheek.

"Don't move." You were surprised at the tone, but it was all the more surprising that the commanding tone made you lubricate even more and your core throb with it. Heeseung made a mental note of it and spanked you, making you jump. He paused for a moment to make your leg rest on his shoulder, and you couldn't have felt any hotter.

Both the speed of his tongue and the boy's fingers were increasing; your moans were more and more noticeable, and you had to put your hand over your mouth to keep your modesty, as if yesterday you had not had sex with Heeseung (and Sunghoon as a spectator) on the balcony. Heeseung could now tell that the grip on his hair hurt, but the boy simply took it as an incentive to continue his actions. Heeseung could see your legs shaking and your body having little spasms from the wave of pleasure.

"Heeseung, God!" You let out a high moan as, in a moment, his tongue began to penetrate you and his thumb was now creating rapid movement on your swollen clitoral area, feeling liberated as you reached your climax. To Heeseung, it wasn't enough; he returned to the clitoral as fast as he could and grabbed your ass completely so that you wouldn't move.

Now you were again quivering with pleasure. As much as you tried to push Heeseung away, they both didn't want to. He gave one last suck on your clitoral area before slowly standing up. They were both the same again, lips swollen and reddish glossy with fluids, hickeys on their inner thighs, and heaving breaths; the only difference was that you looked tired, and you hated it. The tall man cupped your face gently and planted soft kisses down your neck and collarbones.

"Do you want to stop? We can do it if you want."

"I want to ride you again." Heeseung expected anything but that, yet he had no choice but to sit in the tub. Heeseung didn't realize he had moved the cover a little to keep the water in, took a seat on the tub's floor, and you stretched a little to open a drawer and take out a lubricant. You dropped the contents of it on top of Heeseung's second erection and spread it once, closing your eyes as you felt Heeseung's kisses all over your chest, lining up and sliding down until both pelvises collided in a rapid fashion because of how wet you were.

You decided to torture him a little, moving your hips in a slow circular motion. The boy's head was thrown back on its own accord, and the girl leaned down to kiss his prominent Adam's apple. Heeseung loved how your walls embraced him, surrounding him and bringing him to life, just as it was happening at that very moment, his eyes now locked on the almost nonexistent bouncing your perfect breasts made, his teeth gently catching your lower lip, and his eyes struggling not to close and not to give in to his impulse, because with those movements, he knew what you wanted.

"Want me to help you? " He didn't wait for an answer, and finally, he landed a loud spank with both palms, waking you up on top of him and massaging a little to relieve the pain. "I won't be gentle."

"Don't be" It started quickly; you still had the effect of the past orgasm, and Heeseung was fucking you with such speed while holding your hips, which was not helping at all. Now your breasts were bouncing in time with the thrusting, and one of them was caught by Heeseung, who realized that just licking your nipples while fucking you made you orgasm. 

"Heeseung…"

"What's wrong? You can't continue anymore?" Heeseung didn't stop his movements and even grabbed your jaw with slight strength so that you wouldn't stop looking at him.

"Keep going, please. Don't stop for the sake of it."

"Do I make you feel good? Do you like it? " An eager nod from you was enough for him to pull you away and position you so that your butt was in his view while you were being focused on by the camera. You moved your head precisely where you should look. "Can you be good and watch the camera until you cum?"

You nodded again, and Heeseung became even faster with his movements. Heeseung would lift your head all the way up as you dropped it through the heat waves of their intimacy, so much so that Heeseung put together a makeshift ponytail with your hair, lifting almost all of your body out of obligation. 

"Can you behave the fuck up?"

"I'm sorry, Hee, but it feels so good." Heeseung grabbed your jaw again, his thumb playing with your lower lip and reaching all the way inside your mouth. You sucked it fervently, and his free hand caught your breasts.

"Good girl, taking me whole."

"Damn it, Lee, I'm going to cum."

You felt a new knot in her lower belly, and Heeseung only needed his fingers to make you feel like a virgin. The knot is now being released as he pinched both of your nipples and played with your clitoral area simultaneously, squirting absolutely all over Heeseung's pelvis and you totally sprawled out in the tub. Heeseung watched in delight as you squirted while he felt his own release, pulling out anyway and releasing his final shots of cum on your lower back. Heeseung grabbed the camera to capture the beautiful sight and moved to your tired face.

"So precious and delicate." Your finger ran one last time over Heeseung's shaft and smeared his semen as if it were a moisturizer, licking him again and even venturing a little to lower the camera of the opposite hands to focus on Heeseung's little bit of cum dribbling down on your pussy. Heeseung sighed. "You're going to kill me one day, you fucking goddess."

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TRIPLE THREAT | MASTERLIST (mini-series)

SYNOPSIS: you think you know someone until the odd patterns in their behaviour become alarmingly discernible, and that's exactly what you are experiencing. your boyfriend is the most perfect guy you could've ever dreamed of, and you are more than blessed to be with someone like him, considering that this is your first relationship ever. however, as time passes, you begin to notice how progressively different he becomes, evoking such a qualm within you that affects the trust you had for him. alas, layers of secrets unravel while the stark truth leaves you entirely flabbergasted, but not as equally dreadful as you come face-to-face with the triple threat.

PAIRING: lee heeseung(s) x fem!reader

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), adulthood, reverse harem, dark themes

WARNING(S): indicated on each part

TEASER WORD COUNT: 2k

RUBY'S NOTE: got the inspiration from this one tiktok (the og triple threat book) that @yzzyhee sent to me, and this fic is dedicated to her 🫶🏻 thank you bestie for always entertaining my spams and shi🥹ilysm🤍and i hope this mini series won't turn out to be a flop🙏🏻also the teaser is boring but do wait for the other parts <3

RELEASE DATE: 31st July 2024

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➤ PART ONE

➤ PART TWO

➤ PART THREE

➤ PART FOUR

Months ago, you were quite literally living the quintessential life that most were naturally envious of — a new job under an illustrious firm that equitably endowed its employees with an abundance of opportunities to showcase their prowess and competencies, an income with a bountiful bonus that granted you stability in this steep economy, a homey apartment that was once your sanctuary, surrounded by great friends who unequivocally shown and given you the moral support you needed, the perfect boyfriend you could have ever asked for — you had everything and you were beyond grateful.

Keyword: Had. You should have known that someday, everything would crumble and result in you losing it all with a snap of your fingers before you could even cherish deeply — your career, your friends, and your boyfriend, whom you once thought was the perfect boyfriend to ever exist.

Oh, you never dreamed of losing your boyfriend, most especially. He was your everything, and you even devoted your life to him.

Well, at least the version of him you thought was your everything until he became the very catalyst behind your downfall, or in this case, there are three versions of him, quite figuratively and literally.

If you had known about his true nature earlier, or rather their true nature, then you would have left sooner and likely flew abroad where they could never find you. 

It is beyond you that their obsession over you has grown into something so intoxicating and darker, hurling you into the abysmal depths of their beguiling depravity, for which you fear that there is no possible way out.

Just as you are now, in the present, having been confined in this luxurious villa that you are now familiar with, and according to them, this is your new home until forever. 

Although there are amenities for you to take advantage of and indulge yourself in, how can you even enjoy anything when you are here against your will in the first place?

Of course, you tried escaping on impulse initially, which was a big mistake on your part as your attempt ensued in them tightening the security impeccably. Unfortunately for them, your rebellion remains a fervid streak, inciting you to defy them, and honestly, a part of you genuinely wants to push their limits to see how long they can handle you.

Hence, you decide to devise another escape plan, to which you admit that it is foolishly crazy, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and you would rather die than never trying at all.

First things first, you need to get the hell out of this villa. The doors that allow access to the second step of your freedom are secured with the smart padlocked, and the last time you tried escaping through the fairly big window in the kitchen, you had fallen right into the bushes with a now-faint scar on your cheek, so every window is locked as well, leaving you to venture to other parts of the villa to find any other unattended windows.

Thankfully, they left out one of the guest rooms, and even better when there is a balcony, so you set the plan in motion, now tightening the rope around your waist, which you had found miraculously in one of the drawers and modified it to facilitate your escape.

After securing the knot around the balustrade for another time, you peer down and swallow a lump in your throat, heeding to the fact that their second floor is rather higher than expected, but you know you must overcome your fear.

Your heart begins to palpitate as soon as your ears perk up at the faint commotion from behind the door, to which you groan as you have forgotten to lock it. The sound of footsteps prompts you to expeditiously advance further, moving over to the side where there is a pillar constructed from the second floor of the balcony to the first floor. 

Thanks to your rock-climbing skills, albeit rusty as it has been years since your father brought you and engaged in rock-climbing activity at the gym facilities, you miraculously manage to execute your plan rather smoothly as you finally reach the first floor despite the pain around your waist and the tremendous ache in your arms due to maintaining momentum with supporting your own weight.

You quickly untie the rope around your waist as you hear the revving engine just a few distance away, and you know that you are dangerously near the garage. Your eyes squint at the opulent gates that encompass the entire villa.

“Shit.” You cuss at yourself for making a mistake by not searching and possessing another rope for you to climb over the gates. Shaking your head, you proceed on anyway, following your better instinct as you stealthily make your moves.

“Where the fuck is she?” You nearly release a startled gasp as soon as you hear his irate tone, and you quickly hide behind a pillar with your hand covering your mouth. You ignore the fact that you actually find him attractive whenever he loses his temper, which happens rarely. “You had one job, and that was to look after her, but you fucked it up.”

You hear your ex-boyfriend scoffing in disbelief while the turmoil within you only seems to intensify as you can discern the heated tension in the air that is orchestrated by your rebellion once more. “Will you relax? They don’t even know that she’s here. I’m sure she’s still somewhere within our radar and trying to escape again.”

“Then go find her, damn it.” As soon as he says so, you have every intention to head in the other direction, going as stealthily as you can, but your better instinct is urging you to retreat for some reason.

Before you can take heed, you turn around the corner, only to bump into a solid figure with his familiar cologne infiltrating your senses that are now alarmingly heightened.

“Here you are, darling.” His usual mirth carries an undercurrent of danger, and when you slowly lift your gaze to look at him, your heart skips a beat at his darkened eyes and his lips curling into a devilish grin. “Trying to escape again now, are we?”

Just when you decide to run away, he grabs you by the arm and manoeuvres you in a way that has your brain going fuzzy at how things escalated for the worse, and you find yourself being carried over his shoulder with his arm securing around your waist.

“Evan! Let go of me!” You begin to throw a hissy fit, punching his back with your legs swinging in defiance, and he remains undeterred, as though he is accustomed to your tantrum. 

“Darling, I really don’t want to do this, but you’re getting on my nerves.” Evan says, and before you know it, he silences you with a smack on your now-stinging bum, leaving you flabbergasted while your cheeks flare with humiliation. “You’re in a whole lot of trouble.”

As soon as he enters the villa through the backdoor, you are deprived of any retaliation or any means of defence against the triple threat, because before you know it, Evan has thrown you on the sectional couch without any thought of carefulness while his brothers have awaited your presence.

Your eyes flicker to each of their austere countenance, and it is still surreal to you at how eerily they look identical without any flaws. Their imposing figure causes you to make an attempt by scrambling backward, the hem of your skirt hiking up, and bringing their attention to your enticing exposed legs.

“Oh, baby, why bother trying again when you know you can never escape?” Your ex-boyfriend casts you a smirk, the cruelty gleaming in his eyes causes your heart to clench, refusing to believe that he had changed completely into a whole different person.

A whimper leaves your lips before you can seal it. “Please just let me go—”

You stop mid-sentence when one of them storms over to you, and before you can escape the path of his wrath, he has you pinned down on the couch, hovering on top of you and preventing you any form of potential escape, especially with your wrists being binded by his large hand as he places them above your head.

“Do you have any idea how worried I was? I thought they got you—” For the first time ever, you catch a glimpse of fear amidst the vulnerability he accidentally unveils before he quickly masks it with his usual frigid austerity, his jaw clenching while his dark eyes penetrate into your widened ones. “You just couldn’t go a day without trying to stir trouble. Fuck, you really love to test our patience, don't you?” He growls.

“Ethan—” You whimper, intending to plead with him as you begin to tremble beneath him and how his brewing ire is suffocating you, to which you know you fucked up big time now, because Ethan rarely gets angry at you even after your previous attempts at escaping.

“I think our pretty girl needs to be taught a lesson, don’t you agree?” Heeseung inquires in a wicked rhetorical manner, his smirk aligning with the arousing lust in his eyes that has your breath hitched in your throat.

“I promise I won’t do it again!” But your words go unheard by them as Ethan manoeuvres you into a position where you find yourself being settled over his lap, facing down the couch with your ass being perked up.

“Since Darling loves playing with ropes, she’ll have them.” You feel Evan dexterously tying your arms together from behind, preventing you any possible way to elude your long-awaited punishment. 

Feeling your skirt being bunched up to expose your ass, your fear is soon eclipsed by anger, never mind the fact that you can feel your arousal dripping along the walls with your cunt clenching in anticipation.

“You know what? Screw all of you!” You retaliate, squirming lightly on Ethan’s lap. “You think that this lame ass punishment can set me straight? You guys are so—”

A weighted palm lands on the flesh of your bum in such an impact that it has you gasping at the painful sensation rippling through you as it blends with your raging arousal.

“Lame ass punishment, you say?” Ethan’s tone sounds eerily calm, and you know better than to be deceived by his composure, because the next thing he does is bring down his palm to slap your ass cheek, the sound echoing in the living room that paints your cheeks in utter humiliation, and yet it is one that amplifies your libido. “Let’s see if you’re going to talk back again after this.”

“Ethan.” You accidentally moan out as soon as he spanks you again, your sweet sound going straight to their cocks as they slowly go up beneath the slacks. “Ethan, please.” You squirm, and this time, you desire for him to relieve your lust.

“This is your punishment, so why are you getting wet, sweetheart?” Ethan hums, his fingers strumming along your clothed cunt, and the material has a noticeable wet patch in the centre. “You must’ve wanted our attention so badly, right? That’s why you did what you did.”

“N-No!” You gasp at the sensation of his fingers sliding underneath your underwear to slowly plunge into your cunt, your slick folds serving as lubricant. “Fuck, Ethan.” You moan out, your cunt clenching around him as he keeps scissoring you.

“I’m not going to make you cum. You’re only going to take what we give you.” Ethan muses, finding the perfect pace to taunt you as he thrusts his fingers into your tight yet inviting cunt. “And since you insulted us, you’re going to let Evan fuck his cock in your mouth.”

Your mouth nearly salivates at the thought of taking Evan once more while your eyes are fogging with lust. As his shadow looms over your figure, you look up, only to see his dark eyes that mirror the emotions in your eyes, and perhaps even more wicked.

With a smirk forming on his lips upon seeing the glinting anticipation in your eyes, Evan slowly unzips his pants in the most tantalising way that nearly has you whining. “I know you’re hungry for cock, so open your lovely mouth wide for me, my darling.”

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THE FIRST OF THE LAST PART NO STOP WTF I AM SCREAMING, THIS WILL MAKE ME IN.SANE. INSANE I SW3AR, AND I DON'T EVEN HAVE ANY EMOJI TO DESCRIBE HOW I FEEL 🫵😭

𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬' 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟕.𝟏

SYNOPSIS: Embarking on a new journey was definitely the best decision you have ever made. Ever since your new life started out on the very place you have ever dreamed of visiting, which has now become your reality, everything works in your favour. But you can't deny the fact that deep down inside, you miss the ones who were a major part of your life. Just like that, the universe seems to favour you as you now find yourself in a predicament involving being chased by the very past you thought you had left for good.

PAIRING: non!idols enha hyung line x fem!reader

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), semi-college au, adulthood, reverse harem, dark themes.

WARNINGS: profanities, explicit themes, heavy angst, mention of violence, alcohol consumption, manipulation, corruption, toxicity, smuts, unprotected sex (no!), dom!enha, mild switch!jake, mild switch!reader, name calling, degradation, knife play, manhandling, bondage, blowjobs, throat-fucking, fingering, nipple play, pussy slapping & eating, anal, double penetrations, edging, crying, squirting, creampies, breeding kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, threesomes-fivesomes.

WORD COUNT: 26.9k

FEATURING: le sserafim, ive, aespa, cha eunwoo, byeon wooseok.

DISCLAIMER: this fic is inspired by devil's night series written by penelope douglas!

PLAYLIST: Delicate - Taylor Swift, I Don't Wanna Live Forever - Taylor Swift & Zayn Malik, Reminder - The Weeknd, Party Monster - The Weeknd, Bloodline - Ariana Grande, Touch It - Ariana Grande, run for the hills - Tate McRae, Animals - Maroon 5, Lights Down Low - Maejor (feat. Waka Flocka Flame), Rude Boy - Rihanna, Softcore - The Neighbourhood.

RUBY'S NOTE: this part, i would say, is not as focused on them with y/n, but part 7.2 & 7.3 will be heavily focused on the building of their relationship and etc, so it's boring. do wait patiently for their actual romance we have been deprive of <3

PREV (PART 6.3) | NEXT (PART 7.2) ✘ SERIES MASTERLIST ✘

After hectic weeks of appeasing clients’ finicky demands and exceeding their expectations, which ensued in you receiving a scant sleep, you are more than deserving to pamper yourself for your competence and industrious work once more. By pampering, it means heading over to the upscale bar downtown to meet up with your best friend whom you haven’t seen in weeks due to respective work and interests.

Besides, what better way to spend your Friday night than to drink to your heart’s content and get wasted with your best friend? Well, maybe not too wasted, considering that your alcohol tolerance has significantly improved over the course of your engagement in spiritious refreshments.

Oh, the lovely irony of how the old you would never have indulged in such indecorous engagement and would totally reprimand the new version of you. Yeah, the old you, as in the saint you once were. Now that you think about it, a lot has changed, including you. 

You hold back a chuckle, your lips pressing together to form a smile that exhibits your amiability towards the refined patrons passing by you, who in return reciprocate the same courtesy to you as you step aside for them to exit the establishment. One of the many things you appreciate here is that the locals are friendly, including your fellow residents in your apartment building. There is never a day where not a smiling face greets you wherever you go.

As soon as you infiltrate further into the establishment that is furnished with lavish decors and embellishments, your keen eyes glide across the throng of patrons luxuriating and mingling with each other before they land on a certain brunette glammed up in voguish-worthy apparel, who is seated by the end of the extensive booth.

With a smile on your tinted lips, you proceed to make your way towards her, your hurried steps displaying your enthusiasm in finally meeting your best friend, who also turns out to be a saviour, or maybe even a guardian angel. Without her, you know that you wouldn’t have survived on your first arrival here a year ago.

Yes, it has been a year since you decided to wipe the slate clean and embarked on your new life in Milan, Italy — the city you’ve always dreamed of travelling to, which has now become your reality, or perhaps even better now that you have decided to live here.

“Y/N!” Yunjin, or rather Jennifer, heartily greets you with a dazzling toothy-smile as soon as she turns around. Initially, it felt weird to call her by her English name since you were more than accustomed to her Korean name throughout the years you have known her, but you decided to comply with her insistence.

“Jen!” You reciprocate the heartfelt greeting, your face beaming with a smile as she latches her arms around you to give you a bear-crushing hug before you exchange cheek kisses with her.

As she examines you, her eyes gleam with approval that aligns with the smile on her lips. “Girl, I swear you look prettier than the last time I saw you. I absolutely adore your dress!”

Warmth tingles in your chest, taking pride in your newfound fashion taste. It really isn’t anything special as you are dolled up in a simple off-shoulder ruffled-waisted black dress that reaches way above your knee length, but to hear a compliment from the very person who has been a tremendous help throughout the beginning of your journey feels rewarding, especially after you took many of her advices to heart.

“Thank you.” Your sincerity shines through your tone and crescent-shaped eyes. “You don’t look bad yourself. Dazzling as ever on this fine evening. Makes me wonder why you didn’t opt to work as a fashion designer instead.” You merely jest, casting her a smirk as you slide over next to her high seat.

Jennifer rolls her eyes. “I love dressing up, not designing. There’s a difference.” She states, to which you brush off since you know your best friend that much, while you flag down the bartender and give her your drink order.

As Jennifer begins the flow of your conversation, your eyes soften as you look at the animated glow in her demeanour. It seems that you’re not the only one who has changed much. The Yunjin you once knew back in Seoul is still there, but there is something different about the Yunjin in front of you. She has this specific glow and in the way she carries herself now that you can’t put into words to describe. It is almost as if back in Seoul, she didn’t have the chance to release her fullest potential, or perhaps the real her.

Of course, she didn’t, especially when you knew that she wasn’t exactly happy back in Seoul as she had to live with her mother and stepfather against her will. As it turned out, her parents got divorced during the period when you lost contact with her in your adolescence years, and initially, she didn’t want to leave Milan, where her father had been a permanent citizen here, but her mother won custody over her. Hence, you two meet again at the start of university.

Now that her mother has long since focused on her stepsiblings, Jennifer used this opportunity to return to her father in Milan. As for her father, you recall the first time you met him just a few days after your arrival here, and you admit how greatly intimidated you were by his imposing figure beneath the thousand-dollar polished suit as well as his steely demeanour when he scanned you from head-to-toe.

But soon enough, after Jennifer formally introduced you to her father, he finally recognised you as his daughter’s childhood best friend, and so his steely demeanour melted, replaced by something so fatherly that he cordially welcomed you with a big smile and a hug.

Aside from her mother’s wealth, it makes sense why your best friend has an abundance of wealth, as her father is an esteemed CEO who oversees all business operations across multiple diversions in the fashion industry in Milan, including organising the semi-annual popular Milan fashion week. Thanks to the powers and connections he wields, he manages to secure a career for his beloved daughter, ensuing her position as an international marketing specialist, to which is her ability to perform remarkably ever since, thanks to her degree in international business.

Whenever you see the sweet, endearing interaction between the father and daughter, a fleeting yet profound sadness hits you, accompanied by envy, as they remind you so much of the dynamic between you and your father. It does make you want to return to Seoul on impulse, but you know you can’t when your resolve to be here is permanent.

Plus, you have a career now, and you owe it all to Jennifer and her father, who helped you from the start after you mapped out your options of which career path you truly desire most. Honestly, there was none, but you obviously couldn’t live here without any income, and you felt awful for having to spend Jennifer and her father’s wealth despite their insistence, as they had pure intentions to help you get on your feet and stabilise yourself.

After much deliberation, you decided to pursue a career that is obviously equivalent in value with your degree in journalism. Hence, you are a freelance writer who is completely diverse and wields prowess in the field that you are specialised in. It was a rocky start, but eventually you gained momentum.

You have grown to love your job because not only do you have flexibility in choosing projects, setting your own schedules, and working from various locations, but this job also allows you to meet new people, aka your clients. Since your line of work involves socialising, you don’t really feel as timid as you were before, and instead, meeting different people elevates your self-confidence. Even more when your clients always seem to leave with satisfactory written all over them as well as in their feedback due to your top-notch professionalism.

You didn’t earn much in the beginning, but now, with your experiences and continuous improvement in your expertise, you earn more than you expected, for which you are thankful as your income keeps you going here, especially when you have every intention to repay Jennifer and her father, although they will always refuse whatever you wish to repay them.

Genuinely, from the bottom of your heart, you will always feel eternally grateful to Jennifer and her father. Without them, you would’ve lived out in the streets instead of the sumptuous three-room apartment, which the father-daughter duo decisively chose for you despite your objection to their generosity once more.

From the moment you first stepped into the vacant apartment and spotted the balcony situated adjacently at the living room, you immediately fell in love with the picturesque metropolitan that looked even more vibrant at night, as it was exactly what you had envisioned of your dream apartment with a stunning view to wake up to. Plus, where you live is a thirty-minute drive away from the renowned Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II.

Although your new residency falls under the deluxe category, you tried your utmost by furnishing and decorating your apartment more homely, albeit there is a discernible emptiness you can’t seem to disregard amidst everything that you have put effort into your new residency, especially when there is an annoying throb in your heart.

Nevertheless, you feel content because you have everything you need now — a job, a place you call your sanctuary, a father figure who cares and loves you like you’re his own daughter, best friends who have been incredibly supportive of you even if two of them are across the globe. Plus, you are independent now, including the fact that your mental health has long since significantly improved thanks to Jennifer’s suggestion to seek therapy from professionals.

No longer are you tormented by the dark, unpleasant memories from your old life in Seoul that used to haunt you every day and night in the rocky start of your new adventure here. No longer are you allowing anyone to trample over you and question your own worth.

Everything in your life right now is simply bliss, never mind the fact that you haven’t had sex ever since them, although there are times where you need to indulge and gratify your unabating libido, to which you brazenly bought a rather special rose vibrator. Sure, you did go to nightclubs, be it alone or with your best friend, and make out with hot strangers, but you didn’t go as far. You knew that no one could ever satisfy you the way you wanted, or maybe a part of you so deep didn’t want to betray them.

Your eyes harden as you place down the glass a little harder on the counter booth, drawing your best friend’s attention. “Hey, are you okay?” Jennifer asks softly, her eyes examining your countenance, which you swiftly mask with a deceptive facade as you cast her a smile.

“Of course. I was just thinking about this one prissy client of mine.” You lie through your teeth, forcing out a chuckle, and thankfully, she seems to buy it before proceeding to continue where she left off.

Ugh, why are you even thinking about them? You are very content with everything you have now, and you have been doing perfectly fine without them for about a year now. 

Before you can get too carried away to delve into it, your attention is drawn to Jennifer, whose eyes light up as she looks over your shoulder with a smile on her countenance, prompting you to look as well, only to be met by two familiar males looming over your figures, each decked out in distinct yet voguish-worthy apparel just the same.

“What a lovely evening coincidence. Are you ladies sure you didn’t stalk us?” One of them teases; his pink plump lips stretch into a charming smile while his eyes dart between you and Jennifer.

Jennifer scoffs with the corner of her lips curving. “It should be the opposite, don’t you think, Wooseok? Seriously, out of all the places.” She shakes her head before flickering her gaze at her cousin. “What are you doing here, Eunwoo? I thought you were flying to Venice.”

The aforementioned raven-haired male adorns a smile on his face, shifting his gaze from your face to Jennifer. “It turns out that I won’t be needing to fly to Venice any time soon.”

“So, mind if we sit with you?” Wooseok inquires, ignoring Jennifer’s disbelieving yet playful glare as he settles next to her while Eunwoo invites himself next to your booth.

Right, you have forgotten to add these two handsome guys that have now become acquaintances in your new life here. Byeon Wooseok and Cha Eunwoo.

Just like any other person, you were quite taken aback by their striking visual when Jennifer introduced you to them. Of course, you felt a tad timorous of being in the presence of two charming men with distinct allures, but as time passed by, you have grown comfortable with them and their wits. Apparently, Eunwoo is Jennifer’s cousin from her father’s side, whereas Wooseok is Eunwoo’s best friend since birth. According to Eunwoo, he and Wooseok come as a package.

You recall when Jennifer attempted to match you with her cousin, resulting in you going for a date with Eunwoo, only because Jennifer was adamant and both you and Eunwoo wanted to get it over with to see if you two were compatible.

It turned out that you were better off friends with him despite the fact that there are times where you do playfully flirt with him and Wooseok, but that’s how the dynamic has always been with them in your friendship circle. Plus, they care for you and see you as their female friend only.

Sure, both Eunwoo and Wooseok are charming gentlemen who also oversee their family business, and they are more than capable of providing for you, but your heart doesn’t beat for any of them the way it did before with certain individuals, not even a fluttery sensation.

Your heart is adamant, and as much as you hate to admit it, no one can come close to and ever be compared to the four individuals who are now in the past that you have long since put behind you, but why are you even thinking about them now after all your efforts to forget them?

You are very content with the present, so why the fuck is there a palpable longing in your once-shattered heart that you had mended yourself? After so long, why now?

Gripping the glass of cocktail, you proceed to down the liquor rather gluttonously, drawing their attention to you by your abrupt vigour as they watch you with quizzical eyes.

“Slow down. You’ll choke yourself. You can always order for more.” Eunwoo’s gentle reprimand does nothing to dispel the ache you can feel in your chest.

Perhaps rather than effacing everything about them, you repressed every feeling, thought, scent, and face of theirs so deep in the trenches that you have grown accustomed to the point where you are in denial.

“Oh, definitely. Bartender!” You flag down for the bartender again to give her the previous order and double them, earning bewildered stares from your friends.

“Someone is eager to get drunk tonight.” Wooseok comments, oblivious to the fact that you are actually drowning out your sorrows as he watches you take a swig in awe.

“Y/N, I think that’s enough.” Eunwoo attempts to snatch away one of the glasses, but you snappily swat his hand away as you shoot him a scowl. He heaves a sigh before catching Jennifer’s gaze and spotting a flicker of understanding in her eyes as she examines you.

Jennifer has an inkling that something must’ve bothered you, and she doesn’t comment on it, knowing that she’ll only worsen things. She catches Eunwoo’s questioning gaze and shakes her head, conveying her disapproval to leave you be.

“Relax. I have high alcohol tolerance, remember?” You tell him, merely casting him a lazy grin that doesn’t reach your eyes before bringing the glass to your lips again.

It isn’t long when Jennifer receives a call that requires her to head back to her office since she left some important documents that she intended to bring back home while Wooseok offers her a ride, to which she gratefully accepts before bidding you a goodbye, now leaving you alone with Eunwoo.

Heck, you even seem to forget that the older male is still seated next to you as you are preoccupied with your disoriented mind while downing glass after glass of Milano Torino uninhibitedly, hoping that the alcohol will dispel the yearning ache in your chest, until he decides to break the ice after observing you.

“You’re obviously not fine.” Eunwoo points out, his eyes meeting yours and noticing how they seem to glisten with inexplicable emotions under this resplendent lighting. “Talk to me. What is bothering you?”

“I’m fine. You don’t have to play therapy with me.” You scoff out, looking away from his intent gaze to finish up your fifth glass. For a moment, there is silence while the background fades into insignificance, only the sound of your heartbeat in your ear as you stare into oblivion with hollow eyes.

Then suddenly, you feel something nudges you into confiding in Eunwoo, or maybe just allows him to gain a miniscule insight into your concealed vulnerability, even though you swore that you would never allow anyone to catch a glimpse of that vulnerability of yours after establishing an adamantine bearing.

Yeah, this has to be the alcohol-thinking that got your mind into a state of chaos. It seems like your high tolerance decides to betray you tonight.

“Have you ever been in love?” The question leaves your lips against your will before you can stop yourself. Oh, who are you kidding? There is no stopping, especially when you can feel the influence of alcohol affecting your whole being.

Eunwoo’s dark eyebrows jump up in surprise at the unexpected question, though he feels a tad amused by it, as evident in the way his lips form into a wistful smile. “I have, but it’s been years since we decided to break off the engagement and parted ways.”

It isn’t entirely surprising to you that Eunwoo had been in a relationship, especially with a divine face card like his. You hum in acknowledgement, languidly bringing another glass of liquor to your lips. “So what caused the rift in your relationship?” You decide to distract yourself by focusing on him instead.

A flicker of sadness is palpable in his eyes amidst the glistening reminiscentness before he looks down at his half-empty whiskey. “She wasn’t ready to be fully committed and didn’t want to move our relationship to the next level because she still wanted to travel and enjoy what the world had to offer.”

You can’t resist rolling your eyes at his statement. “She could’ve still travelled and enjoyed it even after tying the knots with you. It’s definitely her loss, then. You’re a total package. Rich and handsome.” You state rather bluntly.

Eunwoo heaves a sigh, unfazed by your monotonous flattering remarks. “It’s fine. We ended on good terms anyway. Now, your turn. Have you ever been in love?” He bounces the question back to you.

You feign a wince, scrunching your nose lightly while you dismiss the way your heart throbs painfully. “Tricky question. I don’t really know how to answer that.” You say brusquely as you suddenly find your glass rather interesting.

Eunwoo scoffs lightly, his eyes narrowing at you in suspicion. “More like you’re trying to dodge the question. Why are you afraid of answering?”

You can’t help but feel snappy. “I’m not afraid. I just feel like it’s a stupid question.” You tell him with a scowl on your face. “Forget what I asked earlier. Let’s just pretend that this conversation didn’t happen.”

“You’ve been in love before.” It isn’t a question, to which you feel as though his proclamation smacks you in the face, and when your wavering eyes meet his, he knows that he is right.

Despite the fact that Eunwoo manages to break through the equanimity you vehemently try to retain, your demeanour remains one of indifference as you look away from his invasive eyes. “It was a mistake of mine that I don’t intend to make again.” You utter dryly before taking another swig of your liquor.

Eunwoo winces lightly, recognising the fleeting heartbreak in your icy-glimmering eyes. “Was it that bad?”

“It’s complicated. We weren’t exactly in a relationship, but─ “ You grimace, refusing to make a trip down memory lane. “Let’s just say I was the one who removed myself from their lives permanently of my own accord. It was for the best.”

“Them?” Eunwoo raises his eyebrow inquisitively. “So there was more than one person you fell in love with?”

You narrow your eyes at him accusingly. “Is that judgement I sense?”

Eunwoo raises his hands up defensively. “Hey, I was merely curious. Besides, it’s totally normal for you to fall in love with more than one person. You can’t help with who you love.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” Your lighthearted chuckles carry an undercurrent of bitterness. “You would’ve seen me differently if you knew of my past, but unfortunately for you, I’m not one to recall what I’ve tried so hard to bury.”

“Trust me, whatever past you had, I would still see you the lovely and elegant Y/N Kang just as you are now.” Eunwoo reassures you, offering you a small smile as he pats your head gently before glancing down at his wristwatch. “I would love to listen to your whole life story, but it’s getting late and I have work the next morning.”

“Boooo. Only fools like you work on a weekend.” You make a face at him, to which he responds with a head shake and a chuckle emitting from him. “Seriously, working on a weekend is too excessive, even for you. How are you even going to date someone if you always spend your days at the office? At this rate, you’ll grow old and wrinkly alone because you’re always busy with work.”

“Thank you for your concern towards my dating life. Unfortunately for you, I don’t intend to date anyone anytime soon.” His amusing tone drips with sarcasm as he gets off his seat, adjusting his coat around his body. “Come on. I’ll send you back to your place.”

“Thanks for the offer, but I’d like to stay here a little longer.” You decline, earning yourself a disapproving yet concern frown from him.

“It’s nearly eleven, Y/N. The bar will be closing in a few hours, and it’s dangerous for you to go back alone at night.”

You sigh, getting a tad annoyed. “Eunwoo, I’ve always gone back on my own, and I turned out just fine. Even if someone were to assault me or follow me, I have pepper spray with me, so don't worry.”

Eunwoo hesitates. “But─”

“I also need some time alone to think.” You cut him off, insisting vehemently before softening your tone. “Please.”

Eunwoo eventually concedes, his lips pressing thinly as he stares at you. “Fine. Call me or Wooseok if you detect the slightest danger. I mean it.”

“I will.” You tell him, your tone providing him the assurance he needed before he embraces you with a side hug and proceeds to depart from the establishment, where only a few patrons are left, much to your surprise. Just earlier, there were a throng of them.

You redirect your focus on the two leftover glasses of yours. Pursing your lips, you reach out to grab one before taking leisure sips, and this time, the wave of inebriation hits you harder compared to the previous drinks you had while the liquor sends a burning sensation down your throat that coupled with the emotions you painfully restrain from making any utterance.

Desperate to quell those emotions, you take a last swig of your drink rather aggressively before placing down the glass and wiping the excess moisture from your upper lip. But it doesn’t help. Instead, you feel the restrained emotions breaking into a tumult that racks through your body.

Fuck, you should not have thought about them in the first place, especially when they trigger something in you that feels like a kill switch. Oddly, tears never spring up in your eyes, but rather, you feel wholly numb that even the goosebumps arising on your skin due to the lack of warmth layer clothing to barrier the temperature doesn’t deter you.

Maybe it was a good idea for Eunwoo and the others to leave you, but at the same time, maybe it isn’t a good idea for you to dwell over your past as the wounds slowly reopen. Maybe, just for tonight, you allow your inhibitions to be let loose as you finally come to admit defeat against your tenacity.

“Ugh, who am I kidding?” You mumble to yourself as you rub your forehead, facing down to the counter.

Yes, you admit that despite the fact that your life is going well, the inhibited part of you truly misses them and influences you into thinking that without them is simply just a cruel existence that you chose to feign ignorance to, when in the deepest depths of your heart, all you ever want is to call their names until they come back home to you.

But after what happened in the past, you are often caught up in a dilemma that keeps you up at night sometimes as you reevaluate every of your choices with one thing stuck in your mind — wondering if you dodged the bullets or just lost the loves of your life.

You wonder at times if they care enough to notice your permanent departure from Seoul, and just when disappointment is about to seep through you, you recall that you had deleted your old contact number as well as your phone in any case they decided to track you down, but considering that it’s been a year, it is more than apparent that you won’t be stumbling upon them since they had no idea of where you truly are now.

A drunkard chuckle leaves your lips at the irony of you thinking and missing them when you were the one who resolutely decided to remove your existence from their lives.

Whenever you walk around in a place full of people, and even now as you scan your surroundings for another time, your subconscious always sees them around in all these empty faces, despite the glow in their demeanour.

In the end, the heart will always want what it wants, no matter how much exertion you put into repressing the dangerous emotions in it.

Feeling an incessant pounding by all the pensiveness as well as the amount of glasses you drank, you opt to rest with your head that gradually feels heavy on your folded arms pressing onto the countertop, facing sideways. You close your eyes, hoping to dispel any lingering thoughts about them, but it is futile because, behind your closed lids, you can see their faces.

You snap your eyes open, only staring blankly at the wall while you can hear the sound of your mended heart cracking. Oh, you are most definitely drunk, because how is it possible that your heart has a palpable longing that hurts so much you can physically feel it?

You want to cry, you do. But it is as though you run out of tears after the times you weeped in your sleep at night in the beginning. Instead, your eyelids feel heavier, threatening to close before you finally yield and allow sleep to take over your vulnerable figure seated by the booth alone.

Though sleep has beckoned, you are still faintly conscious enough to feel something so warm and fairly large enveloping your shivering figure, providing a barrier to withstand the cold temperature, and you swear you feel fingertips tracing down your temple so delicately and warm lips pressing on your cheek before sleep eventually engulfs you whole.

Of course, sleep doesn’t last that long as you find yourself being jolted awake naturally, prompting you to flutter your eyelids open and noticing that you are still in the same bar. The nap was so good that you even find yourself being utterly disoriented.

You slowly raise your upper body with the intention to check your surroundings, but you halt at the moment a familiar cologne hits your nostril emanating from the leather jacket hung over your figure, causing you to freeze in your seat and panic because you recognise his cologne so vividly.

No, this couldn’t be his jacket. There is absolutely no way it belongs to him. You turn around to scan your surroundings with attentive eyes, only to spot a couple seated in the centre of the bar. Otherwise, nothing seems out of the ordinary.

“Excuse me.” You call for the bartender again with an entirely different purpose as she approaches you, noticing how panicked you look. “Have you seen anyone giving me this jacket while taking a nap?”

Much to your surprise, the bartender nods her head, kindling a hope in your chest. “Yes. He turned out to be a fine gentleman who, by the way, also paid for your drinks. It’s a shame that you were asleep. You should’ve seen how handsome that man was.” She gushes dreamily whereas you scratch your head, confused yet terrified at the thought that it could be any one of them, but it is impossible for them to find you, let alone to be in the same bar as you are now.

Positive thoughts, positive thoughts ─ that’s what you keep telling yourself while attempting to calm yourself down. Maybe this jacket belongs to a thoughtful stranger, and the familiar smell of his cologne is just a mere coincidence. Maybe you are being paranoid over nothing.

You give yourself a firm head nod. Yeah, you definitely are most definitely paranoid.

Deciding to head back to your apartment, you quickly book an Uber on your phone while you ignore the fact that you are getting comfortable with the leather jacket hugging you. It isn’t long when your Uber ride has arrived, prompting you to make your departure after thanking the bartender for her service. You don’t know why, but the jacket remains in your possession as it hangs around your figure. 

Once you step foot outside of the establishment, you spot the exact plate number as your Uber ride by the curb before you proceed forward. Reaching the black Audi, you are about to open the door to the backseat when you feel a wave of chills through you, and no, it’s not from the breeze.

It is the kind of chill where you feel as though someone is watching you from afar, and you swear you can feel the unknown source of burning gazes that prompt you to look at the car just a few parks away from the pavement curb, a red Lamborghini.

Due to the dim lighting, you squint your eyes in vain as you are unable to make out the person inside the car, but the engine is definitely running. Again, maybe you are being paranoid or just drunk since your head is pounding twice harder now.

You shrug the feeling off before proceeding to enter the black Audi, and you silently thank God that the driver is not the chatty type, allowing yourself to rest comfortably in the backseat and facing the window.

Just as sleep is about to take over you again, you spot something in the rearview mirror. Wait, not something, but the red Lamborghini you saw earlier, revving forward, albeit slowly. Again, you shrug it off, not wanting to freak yourself out over something so trivial, assuring yourself that it is merely a coincidence that the red Lamborghini is heading in the same route as you.

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If there is one thing you hate about being able to tolerate any amount of alcoholic consumption is the fact you are not entirely immune to the hangover that strikes you as soon as you groggily wake up.

The pounding headache persists; even after you freshen yourself up as you head to the kitchen, your hair slightly dampens from showering. As you open your fridge to grab a bottle of water, the frown on your lips deepens when the recollection of last night finally hits you.

You clearly remember tossing yourself onto the couch as soon as you entered your apartment, having been energised from all the drinking and thinking in one night, but when consciousness dawned earlier, you found yourself waking up in your bed and had been neatly tucked under the covers.

Your forehead creases as you think deeply, but your face twists into a grimace when your head throbs again before deciding to cease overanalyzing last night. You shrug your shoulders and close the fridge. Maybe you sleep-walked to your room, which is not surprising considering that last night’s dwelling at the bar was out of your new character as well.

Heaving a sigh, you grab your phone from the kitchen island with the intention to order food after neglecting your grumbling hunger, but the sound of the doorbell chiming sidetracks you. Confusion etches on your face as you make your way to the door, wondering who would pay you a visit at twelve noon.

Definitely not Jennifer, as she would always text you in advance, and definitely not any of your best friends since both are in Seoul, but when you swing the door open, you are proven wrong, standing there with your eyes widened in disbelief at the unexpected yet pleasant surprise.

“Y/N!” Karina heartily greets you, giving you no chance to recover from being greatly stunned by their unanticipated visit in Milan, let alone to be at your apartment, as she lunges for a bear-crushing hug, her arms around you as she squeezes you.

“Girls! What the─” You chuckle in disbelief, your smile stretching wider as Wonyoung joins in the reunion of your much-needed hug from your long-distance best friends. “Not that I’m complaining, but how, why, and what are you doing here? How did you even know my address? I thought you were on your respective business trips.” You inquire, confusion lacing your tone as you recall your conservation last week when you were in a video call with them.

Wonyoung, as elegant as ever, along with her captivating doll-like beauty, beams at you with a smile gracing her cherry-glossed lips. “Well, it’s a lie. Yunjin was the only one who knew about it. Plus, we wanted to surprise you!”

“For your info, she prefers to be called Jennifer now.” You correct her, smiling mirthfully at Wonyoung’s faux annoyance on her countenance.

“Miss Jennifer standing on business as soon as she landed here, huh?” Karina scoffs out playfully before nudging you by the shoulder as the three of you proceed to move further into your apartment. She slings an arm around your shoulder, casting you a grin. “So tell us, what did we miss out on?”

And so you begin to unravel what happened over the course of this week except last night, of course. You don’t want them to worry, and knowing their overprotective nature over you, it is best if some things are kept hidden.

Besides, both of them already have too much on their plates, especially with their respective careers. After graduating with their master’s degrees, they pursued the paths they had created for themselves at the start of university. Wonyoung is now a public relations writer under her grandfather’s company, whereas Karina is a fashion designer under a renowned luxury brand in Seoul.

Having known and seen your best friends thriving in both their lives and careers sends a wave of emotions that render you genuinely proud and elated for them, just as they do to you. No one is happier than your best friends to see the transformative change in you after what happened. To them, you are still the sweet, kind, and compassionate Y/N Kang, but there is a certain ambience of dominance you exude wherever you carry yourself to.

“By the way, we are also here for Milan fashion week.” Karina moves to another topic as the three of you decide to settle by the kitchen island. “Also a surprise since Jen managed to secure invitations for us. You’re coming too, right?” She looks at you with glittering eyes.

“Definitely.” You have long since anticipated attending the famous Milan fashion week, and thanks to Jennifer, you are invited as well as an exclusive VIP guest. The corners of your lips tip up. It is truly a privilege to be associated with someone who has connections to make the nearly impossible happen.

“Where are you girls staying, though?” You inquire, and from the corner of your eyes, you spot Wonyoung ambling towards the living room, probably to admire your apartment, and so you direct your attention to Karina.

“We’re staying at this five-star hotel apartment.” Karina answers, satisfaction emanating from her in the way her face goes animated as she excitedly tells you what has happened. “We’ve only been here for two days, but we can definitely see why you dreamed of travelling to Milan. The food here is amazing, and─”

“Hey, Y/N?” Wonyoung draws your attention, prompting Karina as well to turn around to look at Wonyoung by the living room since the kitchen island is adjacent. “I had no idea you were into flowers.”

“I don’t…” Your utterance wanes as soon as your gaze falls to the bouquet of luscious roses in her grasp, confusion fogging in your head. “Where did you find that?”

“On the coffee table.” Wonyoung’s eyes gleam with fascination as she examines the roses that no doubt are authentic. Even Karina shares the same fascination as Wonyoung, as they immediately gush over how beautiful the roses are. “Judging by the bouquet, it’s obvious that someone must’ve given it to you. So, who is the lucky guy?”

But they are oblivious to the confusion on your countenance that slowly morphs into horror at the vivid recollection of seeing nothing on the coffee table last night before you passed out on the couch. Dread begins to crawl onto your skin, matching the way your stomach churns unpleasantly.

First, it was you waking up in your bed to which you thought you had sleep-walked, then now, the roses that somehow magically appeared on your coffee table? The coincidence is too uncanny, but then the possibility might be true, to which you fear to admit.

No, it can't be that someone has intruded into your apartment when you know it yourself that you had the door locked last night. There was absolutely no way anyone could climb their way up to the highest floor to get to your balcony without falling to their death.

“A friend of mine. Jen’s cousin, actually.” You lie through your teeth steadily, deciding that it’s best if you don’t alarm your best friends. Your eyes narrow at their reactions, already knowing what they are going to say next. “But we aren’t dating or anything like that. Someone gave it to him, and he gave it to me instead since he wasn’t a fan of flowers.”

“Wait, is he the guy we saw once in her background when we were video calling that one time?” Karina’s enthusiastic inquiry is answered by your mere head nod. “Babe, he’s so fucking fine, and I swear he looked straight out of those vogue magazines. You should try dating him.”

“Agreed.” Wonyoung chimes, smiling triumphantly while they remain oblivious to the distress creasing your countenance. “Plus, you’d look good with him.”

A dry chuckle leaves your lips. “Yeah, that’s not happening. He’s a great guy and all, but I’m not interested in him, nor am I interested in dating. I don’t want to risk myself getting another heartbreak after—” 

You bite down your tongue, realising that you are getting too carried away and dwelling over the past once more. Seriously, just what is up with you since last night? You promised yourself that you wouldn’t dwell over your past again.

Upon seeing a certain yet familiar sombre casting shadow over your countenance, Wonyoung and Karina exchange knowing glances before Wonyoung decides to step forth. “We’re sorry. We shouldn’t have brought up anything regarding dating.”

You smile faintly at her, denoting your reassurance. “It’s fine. I know you had good intentions, but I meant what I said. I can’t afford to go through another period of heartbreak.” There is a palpable tremor in your voice that doesn’t go unnoticed by them.

There are a couple beats of silence before Karina initiates, her tone is an unwavering resolve. “You know what would make you feel better? Shopping.”

You chuckle, rolling your eyes playfully. “Please. I’ve had enough of that, thanks to Jen.”

“And I’m not having any of that. You still need to give us a tour around here. Now go on and get changed into something more presentable.” Karina shoots you a coy smile as you reciprocate with a scowl, but nevertheless, you comply.

“Here.” Wonyoung thrusts the bouquet of roses into your hands. “Don’t throw it away. It’s too beautiful to be thrown away. You can place it in a vase or something.”

You sigh softly in response. “Fine. Just wait here and make yourself comfortable like it’s your home.” You tell them before quickly making your way to your room as you grip the bouquet.

You admit that you did have an intention to throw these away, but now that you examine them, these roses indeed look authentically beautiful to be thrown away. Entering your room, you head over to the vanity table while looking down to examine these roses once more.

This time, however, your sharp eyes spot something white hiding amid the roses as you examine closely. Indulging your curiosity, you proceed to grab for it, only for you to hold a mysterious white card.

The rational part of you vehemently urges you to throw away the card while you feel a sense of dread creeping up on you before you slowly open the card to read the messages written on it in black ink.

But as you read it, your hand trembles, which match the way every fibre of your being goes haywire, while you can feel your heart nearly dropping to the pits of your tummy.

No, this can’t be from any of them. Heck, they don’t even know where you are, so it is nearly damn impossible for them to find you here out of all places when you cut off their contacts and bought yourself a new phone.

You quickly put aside the bouquet on the vanity table before attempting to occupy yourself in choosing your outfit of the day in your walk-in wardrobe, but it becomes futile when your mind drifts off to the seemingly harmless message that has an undercurrent danger.

‘You’re still beautiful as ever, sweet angel. Just a little while more.’

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The weekend passes by quicker than you liked when you spend your time with your best friends, bringing them around to the places that you are familiar with, including your favourite ones, and before you know it, the highly anticipated Milan Fashion Week has arrived.

Eventually, whatever happened back then, in regards to the mysterious roses and the leather jacket that remains in your possession, is overlooked, as you have always been preoccupied focusing on what matters in the present, which is exactly what you needed to retain your sanity.

The moment you step foot into the venue, any remnants of worries dissipate from your mind as your eyes twinkle in fascination at the remarkable fashion appeal of the sophistication encompassing the entire event taking place while there is an elegantly unique ambience teeming in the atmosphere. 

Paparazzis as well as reporters can be spotted with their cameras flashing at the exclusive VIP guests, also known as industry insiders — designers from various fashion houses, buyers, fashion writers and editors, gorgeous models, and even celebrities from other countries. Everywhere your eyes sweep over, it is bustling.

Your gaze finally settles on a familiar brunette with her father, mingling with esteemed guests before you nudge Wonyoung and Karina to follow you. Once you reach the father-daughter duo, their attention is immediately shifted to you with the pleasant smiles on their faces stretched wider.

“Y/N!” Jennifer latches her arms around you, giving you a quick squeeze before moving over to enthusiastically greet Wonyoung and Karina while her father steps in to give you a fatherly embrace that you have grown comfortingly accustomed to.

“Hey, sweetie.” Her father greets you softly as soon as he pulls away, and your heart aches once more at how gentle he is, which reminds you of your father. You brush away the melancholy as you give him a smile. “You look outstanding, and I’m sensing my daughter’s touch on your apparel?”

Honestly, you beg to differ from his compliment, not when other guests dressed up to the nines except you. You didn’t want to potentially draw attention to yourself by dressing up too extravagantly, and so with your adamant insistence, Jennifer demurringly chose for you a gorgeous scarlet satin cami dress that accentuated your contours exquisitely, including the fact that you are practically braless underneath, while the colour matches your tinted lips.

You chuckle lightheartedly at the knowingness in his tone. “Of course. My fashion sense is good, but it can’t be compared to Jen’s.” You say, your eyes drifting to your best friends as they are still conversing rather excitedly, considering that the three of them are fashion enthusiasts.

You, on the other hand, are not as passionate as them, but you desire to experience the world-class fashion week that you often see across social media platforms every year. Plus, you’re experiencing this with your best friends, so this is more than you could’ve asked for.

Soon enough, Jennifer’s father withdraws from your mini group to socialise with other businessmen who are most likely his acquaintances, whereas you and your best friend advance forward to finally meet Eunwoo and Wooseok, both of whom had a pleasant dinner with your group yesterday. To say both of them look more charming than they usually do is an understatement, especially when they often draw attention with ogling eyes from the people in your vicinity.

Amidst the overflowing conversation, you take a moment to observe the exuberance in the glow of their countenance, and warmth tingles in your chest at the amiability they exude as they converse with each other. You are more than glad that the two men, despite them being a little older, seem to get along well with the girls.

After posing for some pictures, thanks to one of the cameramen, your group proceeds to head to the main venue, where the fashion runway show will be starting soon. It isn’t long until you and your group have settled in the venue with you seated in between Eunwoo and Wonyoung in the front row, where you are able to view the models in their sophisticated element as they stride on the runway, displaying such professionalism while adorning with unique yet striking apparel.

You most definitely did not expect to be engrossed by the entire runway show, but there is something about these models and the prowess they wield that bewitched you to the point where you don’t seem to notice Wonyoung and Eunwoo conversing with each other closer behind your back for the male to hear her better amidst the background music.

But then goosebumps begin to arise on your skin before you finally sense something, or rather someone’s eyes burning through you. A frown pulls down at your lips as you briefly look over your shoulder, only to see the other guests are occupied with the ongoing runway models.

Your forehead wrinkles in confusion as you decide to redirect your focus to the front. Maybe you are being paranoid, but the sensation of eyes on your figure is unmistakable, prompting you to examine the seated guests across from you.

Yeah, probably nothing, you think. It’s your mind that decides to— 

You force yourself to swallow the gasp that nearly leaves your mouth, and you swear you can feel your heart stop beating momentarily while the time around you seems to slow down. You truly want to believe that what you are seeing is simply an illusion that your mind conjured, but as your eyes continue to lock with his, there is a palpable electrifying sensation just by the connection between you and him that slowly intensifies, bringing dread to settle over your transfixed figure.

The corner of his lips curves up into a devilish smirk while his eyes darken with a cryptic purpose, and the worst part is, he’s not alone. You lock eyes with the familiar face seated next to him, whose lips mirror his best friend’s devilry. No, you must be seeing things, but as you blink your eyes for another time, you have come to a harrowing realisation that they are very much real.

The other two are not anywhere seated in their vicinity, to which you feel weirded out because even you know it yourself that the four of them come in a package and are practically inseparable despite their differences. Still, it doesn’t allay your incessant worries just because there are only two of them here.

Jay and Sunghoon. Although they are seated a few rows to the back from across yours, you can see how a year has changed them, be it for the better or worse, but probably the latter. They look even more mature than the last time you saw them.

Despite your collected demeanour, you are shaken terribly to the core with questions bombarding your head. You don’t wish to assume anything, and maybe their being here is merely a coincidence and that they were invited as well considering they are Chaebols just like your best friends, but the shadows casting over their countenance tell you otherwise.

If what you are thinking is true, then how did they manage to find you, and why now after a year? Were they the ones who may have potentially intruded your apartment and given you the roses while you were rendered unconscious? 

The way they gaze darkly at you is akin to predators finally catching their prey after the long hunt, with the only exception being that they look ravenous despite their steely, collected demeanour that adds more charms to their distinctive dark allures and visuals.

You refuse to allow their insanely handsome faces to dissuade you from taking a particular course that involves you to elude them at all costs, even when your heart has a fervent throb that feels all too familiar. Longing.

Amidst this unforeseen crisis, you try your utmost to defy against your longing for them, but it is gnawing desperately on the walls you built to protect yourselves from any more disappointments and heartbreak, and you fear to admit that you have indeed missed them, more than you should not have.

Hence, you turn away from their eye contact with a heavy heart, and at the same time, the runway event has officially ended, prompting the VIP guests to mingle around to discuss amiably yet professionally, whereas you find yourself being surrounded by your befriends and trying to keep up with their conversation as well as to go with the flow.

When your eyes shift to where you saw Jay and Sunghoon just moments ago, you find them missing from their spots, as if they were never there in the first place. Nevertheless, you uphold your resolve, and that is to stick close to your best friends, whereas Eunwoo and Wooseok have been whisked away by unfamiliar yet esteemed guests, leaving you with your girls to spend the rest of the day sticking to one another.

Throughout the entire event, as you explore the art exhibitions, pop-up stores, and other luxurious sophistication variety they offer with your best friends, you try your utmost to avoid giving away that you are still shaken up by seeing their faces while your inner turmoil feels endless. Every so often, you would check your surroundings for any sight of them.

Eventually, the night has fallen and the afterparty beckons, to which you wholeheartedly decide to join alongside your best friends and some other guests as you need to let loose the exerting tension in you.

The entire reception is bustling with respective pursuits from the guests, but it is the kind of pursuit where the conversations flow much more colloquially amongst each other while at the same time revelling in the piquant cuisines, various beverages, as well as the music that complements with the classy ambience reverberating throughout the resplendent reception.

Withdrawing from your group, you decide to head over to the beverage section, needing another drink to indulge yourself and invigorating your social battery that is ebbing away. A sigh leaves your lips. At least one thing that remains unchanged is the fact that your social battery is just as weak as it was before unless you ingest alcohol.

As your fingers wrap around the stem of the glass, you raise the glass to your lips and take sips of the champagne. A faint pleasurable hum emits from you as you greedily sips for more, feeling the familiar fizzy sensation within you.

Oblivious to your surroundings, you fail to take heed of the fact that your vulnerability as you stand alone by the beverage section is at anyone’s disposal for whatever intention they have towards you at this very moment.

Just as you place down the empty glass on the table, you feel an ominous presence looming from behind you while the backless of your dress allows you to feel their body heat rather intimately, sending an oddly familiar shudder through your transfixed body. Your breath goes hitched in your throat, feeling their warm breath fanning down on the skin of your exposed shoulder.

“I’m surprised to see you here without your boyfriend.” His voice sounds huskier, laden with desire and an undercurrent of ire, sending a dangerous wave of sensation through you, and yet you can’t help but discern how he sounds more callous than you recall, as though he has been through much.

Right, he is most likely referring to Eunwoo, whom he probably saw how intimately you were dancing with earlier, despite both of you knowing that you don’t see each other that way.

Little did you know that it took every ounce of self-control for him to master upon seeing the way Eunwoo’s hands on your hips as you two swayed to the music, and he wants nothing more than to rip off Eunwoo’s limbs for touching you.

You don’t dare to turn around as he continues to speak slowly just for your ears to hear him. “Don’t tell me that he got bored and ditched you?” His tone drips with piercing mockery that has you clenching your fist. “Cat got your tongue, baby? You know I’m right. He probably can’t fuck you better than I do.”

“You don’t know anything.” You retaliate, your voice sounding foreignly cold in your ears. “For the record, you are not the sex God you think you are. He could probably fuck me better than you ever did.”

You know that you are treading dangerously on the razor-sharp blade with the words you speak so disdainfully and the way his fingers tantalisingly caressing your exposed back speak volumes. “You’re right. I don’t know anything, not since after you left, so shouldn’t you be polite and give me a warm welcome?” He tuts disapprovingly.

“I’m not obliged to do so, especially when you’re nothing but a stranger to me.” You say tersely, hating how your heart aches at the words leaving your mouth so coldly detached, but you don’t want him or any of them to ruin the serenity that has been established in your new life here. You don’t need anymore corruption and toxicity.

Mustering courage, you turn around to face him, your steely eyes meeting his amused yet dangerous ones. You take a brief moment and discreetly examine him up-close, bringing more aches to your heart at how devastatingly handsome he looks than the last time you saw him.

His jet-black hair looks shorter with an undercut, and he has it styled impeccably that displays his chiselled forehead, allowing you to see his vertical left eyebrow piercing that accentuates his sharp steely eyes and the familiar noticeable scar on his bottom lip. His strong cologne infiltrating your senses nearly sends you deflating as you recall all the memories you had with him.

“You’re meaner to me than I was to you before.” He scoffs out, oblivious to the fleeting longing you almost exhibited by the look in your eyes. “You’ve changed, baby. Was it him? Is that why you’re looking at me with such disdain?”

“This isn’t about Eunwoo, and stop calling me baby. You have no right to call me any endearing names, Jay.” You seethe out, gritting your teeth. You hate the flicker of disappointment and hurt in his gaze, but then you recall when you were the one who bore the most wounds in the past. “Like I said, we’re strangers, so I don’t know who you are. If you’ll excuse me, I’m heading back to my friends.”

You don’t give him the opportunity to speak as you brush coldly past him, but just as you do, you fail to realise another figure who has been approaching from behind, causing you to halt in your steps when he latches his hand around your elbow.

You look at him in disbelief as he narrows his eyes at you. “Let go of me, Park Sunghoon.” You utter calmly, trying to tame the storms within you. His touch on your skin feels tingling with familiarity, one that is filled with both ecstasy and longing.

Maybe it’s the aftereffect of your departure from their lives, but you swear Sunghoon looks twice as attractive as you recall. His stark raven bangs fall over his eyebrow, doing nothing to obscure his dark eyes from penetrating into your glaring ones. His grip on your elbow is a silent warning, almost as if telling you to comply with him.

“You don’t want to make a scene in front of these people now, so I suggest you come with us obediently, princess.” His deep voice only seems to intensify the butterflies that awakened against your will, as does the endearment that brings back memories. “Let’s talk like civilised people, yeah?”

“We have nothing to talk about.” Surprisingly, you manage to escape from his grasp, and you quickly put some safe distance between you and him. “If I didn’t reiterate this enough, then let me make it simpler for you to understand. Leave me alone, and don’t you dare do anything to hurt Eunwoo or my friends.”

With one last glare at both of them, you immediately blend through the crowd to return to your friends. You don’t realise that you have been holding back your breath and how tense you look until one of them points out, drawing attention to you.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Jennifer inquires, her eyebrows furrowing with concern as she holds your shoulder. “You don’t look well.”

“I’m fine, but I think I’m going to call it a night.” You give her a small reassuring smile, contrasting how your insides are in a tumult upon your encounter with your past that you thought you had left behind. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll text you once I reach my apartment.”

“I’ll drive you.” Eunwoo offers, earning him an appreciative smile from you before the two of you proceed to bid your goodbyes to your friends.

“You looked pale earlier.” Eunwoo murmurs to you as you walk next to him, making your way to the exit. When his eyes meet yours fleetingly, you recognise the knowingness in them. “What happened?”

“I don’t know what happened and how it happened, Eunwoo.” Your voice sounds dejected despite maintaining your steely demeanour. “But I know for a fact that my past is finally catching up to me.”

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The journey to your apartment is a silent ride, which you appreciate much since you need silence to ruminate about what still feels surreal to you. You have an inkling that Eunwoo is more than curious to know whatever you meant earlier, as you can see from your peripheral vision how his eyes frequently dart to you, but hesitation holds him back.

Feeling your head pounding, you grimace lightly as you lean your head to the headrest, facing the window. Just as you have every intention to put your fraught nerves to a temporary ease, your sharp eyesight catches a car in the rearview mirror, bringing a frown to your lips.

Initially, you wanted to ignore and dispel any ill-thoughts of the black Ford Mustang that have been driving in the same route as you, but this can’t be a mere coincidence that it is now heading towards the street to your apartment.

You attempt to calm your nerves that are set ablaze once more, not wanting Eunwoo to notice your discomfort. Obviously, when you saw Jay and Sunghoon earlier, they fucked you up in the mind, so it is highly possible that your paranoia right now stems from your previous encounter with them.

“Thank you. I owe you one.” You thank Eunwoo sincerely as soon as you arrive, trying your best to give him a smile while every fibre of your being is urging you to head inside quickly.

Eunwoo casts you a charming grin. “Nah, you don’t owe me anything. We’re friends. By the way, are you sure you don’t need me to accompany you to the lobby?” He asks, his concerned eyes scanning the rather desolate street through the window.

You shake your head at his thoughtful offer and reassure him with a smile. “It’s fine. The street looks creepy at night, but I’m used to it. Thanks again. I’ll see you whenever.” You bid him good night afterwards before exiting from his car.

You watch briefly as Eunwoo speeds off your street before you turn around with the hurried intention to head inside the building, but you stop dead in your tracks when you spot the black Ford Mustang parked by the curb in your street just a few cars down from where you are.

This time, goosebumps arise on your skin, and you have a strong inkling that this is no longer a mere coincidence. Your harrowing interest piques at the moment the both doors of the car push open, prompting you to hold your breath as you await the reveal.

As soon as you manage to catch glimpses of their identity, or more like their identity being obscured with familiar masks, your pulse begins to drum loudly in your ears while your eyes widen in sheer disbelief. Of course, they would follow you all the way here, but you didn’t expect that they really would, as though to chase after you.

Acting upon your fight-or-flight mode, you immediately hasten to head inside the building without looking back. A brief moment of relief washes over you as soon as the elevator opens automatically before you step inside and press the level you intended to go, which is five floors from where your apartment is situated.

You don’t want to take any risk of them finding out which level you live, or maybe they already know since they might also be the ones who gave you those roses. You take this chance to regulate your breathing, physically and mentally preparing yourself for the incoming exertion as you lean your back against the wall. 

Once the elevator chimes as it opens, you walk briskly as you make your way to the door, where the long flight of stairs is by the end of the corridor. You push the door open and waste no time in ascending the stairs. The sound of a door slamming loudly close from below triggers you as it intensifies your perturbation that has your chest tightening.

A growing sense of dread settles over you, bringing forth anxiety that surges through you as it manifests itself in the irregular rise and fall of your chest, while the gradual return of your headache causes an incessant rhythmic pulsating that parallels your pumping heart, nearly impeding you from the pursuit to your newfound sanctuary as you clutch onto the metal railing.

You feel the burning aches in your calves’ muscles as well as your feet, which are adorned in 3-inch stiletto heels, beseeching you for a moment of respite. You come to an abrupt halt just as you finally reach the last flight of stairs, wanting to catch your breath and trying your utmost to silence yourself from making any noise.

It is times like this where you finally question yourself: why on earth did you choose to live at the highest level in the first place?

But then again, you never had anticipated for anything like this to happen. No, you never would have thought that you would be running for your life out of fear again, not since after you departed from your old life and buried the horrible memories where they would never resurface in your mind again.

Despite the persisting fear that grips you, a rousing anger is palpable in you as a muscle pulses in your jaw while your eyes go hardened at the evocative paranoia you thought you had effaced in your mind. Yeah, maybe you are being paranoid. Maybe the car you saw back there was a completely different one than the one following you. Maybe your mind decides to fuck you up again after so long.

Or maybe the influence of alcohol is affecting your sanity, evoking such apprehension that strikes you as paranoid, but if it is, then the reverberating footsteps from below you as they ascend the flights of stairs should not have alarmed you when they probably belong to other residents that live in the same apartment building as you.

You refuse to look down and check their identity, fearing that they would turn out to be the ones you thought you had escaped from. Rallying your erratic nerves, the door just a few metres ahead of you is a beckoning to your pursuit as you set in motion once more, running even when you are still in heels. You push the door open haphazardly, hastening as your feet instinctively guide you to your apartment door by mere muscle memory.

Once you finally reach, you rummage through your purse before grabbing for your key card, but with your trembling fingers, you fumble with it as you attempt to tap your card onto the smart lock. You don’t look back, even when the sound of the exit door where you emerged from is being opened.

As the door chimes familiarly, you expeditiously open the door and shove yourself into your not-so-humble abode before closing the door behind you securely. You dismiss the sound of discernible footsteps from the outside of the door along the corridor, now feeling safe and sound, with a sigh of relief leaving your lips.

Having grown accustomed to the darkness enshrouding your apartment, you resort to normalcy while your rapid heart rate begins to decelerate as you busily store your platform heels in the shoe compartment and place your hand purse on the entryway table before advancing further into your sanctuary.

However, your steps seem to slow down while your stomach begins to churn unpleasantly as you heed to your instinct that vividly senses the eccentric, foreboding atmosphere. Thanks to the broad windows that allow the vibrant cityscape to illuminate your apartment, albeit dim, your eyes adjust to the surroundings as you survey for anything out of the ordinary.

The thought of an intruder in your apartment is simply preposterous when you know it yourself that you had both the door and balcony locked hours ago. Surely, this is your paranoid mind conjuring another ghastly thought that doesn’t help with your perturbation.

But when your gaze finally settles on a manly silhouette against the vibrant cityscape, maybe you were not being so paranoid after all. Still, despite the violent churns in your tummy, you intend to take feeble steps to get a better look at the intruder while your rationality beseeches you to grab something or do anything to defend yourself against the brooding danger.

The intruder is obviously a male, judging by his physique even when he seems to be clad in an all-black ensemble, and from his laid-back stance, he is leaning behind against the balustrade by the balcony with his arms crossed over his chest.

Not even two steps when the intruder decides to intervene as he leans away from the balustrade and saunters forward, allowing you the stark view of his veiled identity beneath the eerily familiar mask he adorns, to which your eyes widen in both sheer disbelief and alarmed. You’d recognise that red mask anywhere.

Your figure is transfixed on the spot while every fibre in your being is screaming at you to elude him, but it is as though his gaze behind the mask penetrates you, and even in the way he is deliberately stalking towards you. You ignore the way he tilts his head to one side that seems adorable.

“Missed me, my love?” His familiar voice sends you a jarring sensation that has your heart lurching in your chest. The pitch of his voice sounds deeper than the last time you heard him, and a sultry rasp is evident that is accompanied by a brewing ire, especially in the way he exudes such disconcerting danger.

You should be matching his ire, and maybe even greater than his since he intruded into your once-tranquil sanctuary, but it is completely absurd how, in the midst of this, you feel a palpable arousing desire that you haven’t felt so profound in a long time. 

This time, you know that it’s the influence of alcohol again. Oh, it is truly sickening, and you feel revolted at yourself, but maybe the wickedness in you has long since desired to be hunted and preyed on once more.

You open your mouth to speak, but it is as though you lost the ability to speak, unable to articulate your thoughts and feelings that are parallel in a torrent. It seems that he doesn’t feel satisfied with your lack of response as you finally take steps back, mapping the ways to elude him.

“I asked you a question, sweetheart.” He nearly growls out, and amidst the fear, your arousal seems to intensify. “Did you not miss me at all? Because I did, and I’ve missed you so dearly. How dare you leave me, my love?”

Instead of answering, you pivot on your heels and bolt for the main door, acting on your instinct, but the second you swing the door open, a startled yet frightful shriek leaves your lips when you come face-to-face with two ominous figures who adorn in familiar yet distinctive masks you dreadfully recognise.

“Where do you think you’re going, princess?” Even his voice behind that silver mask sounds deeper than you recall, and it is as though they’ve been through so much that accentuates in the way they sound and speak.

“Baby girl loves getting chased and tests our patience, like she usually did before.” His chuckles sound cold and harsh behind his black mask as he saunters towards you while you have long since backed away from your old predators, your mind mapping other ways to elude them. “It’s been long overdue, yeah? Let’s have a talk.”

You scoff, mustering the courage to display your long-established steely demeanour. “Oh, yeah. Let’s have a talk once I put all of you behind bars for your intrusion on my property.” Your aggressive retaliation takes them by little surprise, considering that they have been observing you as well as noticing the palpable change in you.

“Princess has gotten feistier.” He chuckles, but even you can discern how his patience is running thin in the way he sounds. He takes you by surprise as he takes a long stride forward in an attempt to reach for you, nearly growling out, “Come here.”

Of course, with your newfound vitality that incites from the adrenaline rush through you, now dashing for your room, completely determined to elude them despite the palpable yearning in your heart that adamantly desires to return to them.

Pushing open the door to your room, you shove yourself inside while your breathing is ragged from all the running ever since. Just before you can lock the door, a shriek leaves your lips when another intruding yet imposing figure towers over you, adorned in a familiar white mask.

You don’t even have the opportunity to recover when he seizes you in his possession, manoeuvring you and pinning you against the wall next to the door. His palm covers your mouth before you can scream, while the other seizes your bound wrists above your head.

“It’s been a long time, my beloved. Oh, how I’ve missed you so fucking much.” He lulls dangerously, tightening his grip on you while your pupils shake in fear as you stare at him with widened eyes, heeding to the ire that belies his longing. “Did you like the roses we bought for you?”

So it was from them. Even though you did like them, you refuse to admit it. You shake your head vehemently in response, earning you a disapproving tut from him. Your heart pumps harder as he closes the proximity between you two, his body heat is now in contact with yours.

“Liar. If you didn’t like them, you would’ve thrown them away, but you kept them instead.” He slowly removes his palm from your mouth, allowing you more capacity to regulate your harsh breathing. “Tell me that you’ve missed us, that you’ve missed me.”

You bite down your tongue, almost letting your true feelings that you thought you had them obliterated. Mustering the iciest glare you can, you penetrate your eyes into the eye sockets of his mask as you harshly utter, “I didn’t. Not one bit. Now leave, Heeseung─”

In a blink of an eye, Heeseung manoeuvres you again, and this time, you find yourself face-landing on the bed. You hear the door open, causing you to scramble on the bed as you finally gain a better view of your now-four predators encompassing your room, hindering you from any form of escape.

Their imposing figures that mingle with the thickening tension in the air suffocate you, and yet you can’t seem to stop your arousal from leaking from your throbbing clothed cunt. The hem of your dress hikes up way above your thighs as you attempt to crawl backwards, but a yelp emits from you when Heeseung grabs you by the ankles and pulls you towards them.

“We were going to play nice with you, but then you just had to be adorable and make things harder for us.” Heeseung’s voice holds dark promises that send you the pleasurable shivers, causing you to discreetly push your legs together in an attempt to stop the arousal, but it is futile.

“Bratty Princess needs to be taught a lesson.” Sunghoon drawls, and this time, your wrath is wholly eclipsed by the avid lust surging through you as you recall the last time you ever defied them.

Despite your steely, scowling demeanour, your heart races in anticipation, and your mind is dizzying from both the alcohol and the incessant need for them to reciprocate your darkest temptation. You squirm lightly under their penetrating gazes behind their masks that ooze with the familiar dark allure which the devilry in you desires most.

Oh, fuck, maybe you did miss them and their cocks.

Still, displaying your defiance towards them sounds as ever thrilling, and just for tonight, you decide to push aside whatever hurt and yearning in you that were caused by them. Tonight, you need to satiate your feverish lust that has long been neglected.

“What do you say, baby girl? Do you still want to play this the hard way, or do you want to talk?” Jay asks, the mockery dripping from his deep voice matches his imposing mask.

Of course, the answer is more than obvious to you. Supporting your upraised body with your elbows on the dipping mattress, a cold smirk plays on your lips while your sultry gaze is a silent yet powering invitation to them, as does your stark, revealing legs.

“You guys reek of desperation.” You scoff, still smirking, while you feign disgust with your eyes that do nothing to dispel the thickening heat in the air. “Seriously, fuck off─”

“So the hard way it is, then.” Heeseung deprives any more provocation from you as he hauls you up by the arm, nearly has you tumbling forward, but he steadies you as he cups your cheeks, forcing you to look into the dark, hollow sockets with widened eyes while you feel arousefully shaken by the depraved mockery by his mask’s visage alone. “Let’s make it a little fun, shall we? You’re going to try to escape from us, but if we catch you, we fuck you.”

With the persisting adrenaline rush in you, of course you are more than glad that things are now exciting in the most depraved way, but you refuse to give away your cooperation. After all, you had missed being a brat.

“No, fuck you! I’m going to report you for your intrusion.” You vehemently emphasise, and for a moment, you nearly deflate when your eyes flicker down at the necklace around his neck with a familiar ring resting on his chest, causing your heart to squeeze, but you quickly compose yourself before shoving him away from you with your every strength. “See your asses in jail.” You manage to splutter before bolting for the door and swinging it open.

It is odd how you hear none of their footsteps behind you when you expect them to chase after you. Nevertheless, you hasten forward, now heading for the door that grants you the freedom you feign seeking, but your rationality is beseeching you to actually escape.

As soon as you reach, your hand latches on the handle to push down and open, but it won’t budge at all. Huffing, you try for another time, only to receive an automated beeping sound from the smart padlock, bringing dread to you. You are locked from the inside out, and you have no idea how when this has never happened.

“My sweetheart can’t open the door?” Jake’s voice is laced with mockery, prompting you to turn around to see him leaning sideways against the wall of the end of the entryway with one hand tucked inside his pocket while the other holding his phone, to which your eyes narrow. Your suspicion is correct when he is the one responsible and manipulates your chance at escape. “I did a little modification on your smart padlock. Hope you don’t mind, lovely.”

Cursing under your breath, you resort to another plan, which is none, but you make a run from your predator anyway. You find yourself in the kitchen, which you actually never planned to, but just when you’re about to make an exit, a small shriek leaves your lips when Jake appears by the entrance of the kitchen, prompting you to back away.

“Do you know how adorable you look like this? Running away from me.” You ignore the fact that Jake’s breathy chuckles resurrect the butterflies in your tummy, your eyes darting to your surroundings while he continues to revel in the way you look so frantic. “Come on, now, sweetheart. Just surrender yourself to me, and we’ll make you feel good all night long.”

When your eyes settle on the kitchen knife, you grab it on instinct and just on time as he swiftly moves closer to you, feeling his body heat oozing to yours. With a cold snarl, you deftly manipulate your moves on him, now finding himself being pinned against the wall by you with your arm pressing on his chest while the other positions the sharp blade to his neck.

“Wow, sweetheart. I always knew you had it in you.” Jake chuckles again, completely undaunted by the fact that you are holding him dangerously at a knifepoint. “That’s why we’re the perfect match. How truly adorable you are, my dearest.”

“Stop talking and undo what you did to my door.” You coldly snarl at him, your eyes glaring heated into the hollow sockets of his mask. Honestly, you don’t have any malicious intent to harm, only wanting to give him a good scare, or at least you attempt to.

“This brings back memories, don’t you think?” Jake simply ignores your demand, his smirk widening behind the mask as he revels in the way you look attractively brazen with a lethal weapon in your grasp. “It would’ve been more perfect if you wore a ghostface mask. You’d look so fucking good─Fuck” He groans, a sensual growl evident in the rumble of his chest when you intentionally press your thigh against his prominent bulge.

You scoff in disbelief while the corner of your lips twitches to a smirk that you hold back, revelling in the dominance you assert over him. “Are you seriously getting hard over this? You like it when I hold the knife to your neck, knowing that I could easily end you?”

“Fuck yeah.” Jake gasps lightly as he leans his head back against the wall, baring his exposed neck to you with his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down while he slowly grinds his bulge against your thigh, nearly whimpering out. “Please, sweetheart.”

“What are you pleading for? For me to cut your throat slowly while I fuck you?” Mockery drips your tone as he continues to grind on you. A part of you feels wickedly delighted that Jake is at your mercy, especially as he is evidently turned on by your derogatory remarks. “You like the idea, don’t you? Fucking nasty.”

“At least I’ll bleed to death happily with your pussy wrapped around my cock.” Jake chuckles breathily, his lips curving into a smirk at the deleterious yet salacious thought while his mind conjures up the erotic image that goes straight into his borderline-painful erection. 

“You really are pathetic and a psycho, do you know that?” You hiss, pressing the sharp blade into his skin, but careful enough not to tear it. “Even in the face of death, sex is all you can think about.”

“When it comes to you, then yeah. I’m only ever hard for you.” He rasps, his voice sounding deeper while you discern a certain yet palpable shift in the air. Your eyebrows furrow slightly when he halts grinding, followed by a sigh. “Alright, sweetheart, playtime’s over. It’s my turn now.”

Your face contorts into confusion while you unintentionally loosen your grip on the knife. “What─” A startled gasp leaves your lips as soon as he deftly does an uno reverse on the situation, now seizing control over you that prompts him to possess the knife while backing you up swiftly until you hit the countertop behind you.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel the sharp blade on the skin of your neck, prompting you to tilt your head up to look at him while your heart pounds harder against your chest. Rather than the expectant fear, the position only intensifies your arousal coupled with the fogging lust in your head.

“What are you waiting for? Do it.” You jab him with provocation, your eyes glinting with challenge as you dare him to tear your skin. He remains silent, but the knife remains on your neck. You decide to provoke him again, leaning your neck to press against the blade while a smirk smears across your lips. “Don’t deny it. Deep down, you know you’ve always wanted to. From that moment you chased after me and fucked me as ghostface.”

“You know me so well, lovely.” Jake hums as he drags the pointed tip down your skin tantalisingly slowly with purpose. You shudder lightly as the tip ghosts across the expanse of your exposed chest. “But as much as I’d love to see you bleed prettily for me, I don’t want your precious skin to scar other than my mark. Now remove your underwear, and don’t make me repeat it.”

Surprisingly, you comply, trying your utmost not to seem eager while he takes one step away to allow you space to remove your underwear before you let it drop to the floor.

“Sit on the counter.” Jake orders sternly again, and heeding obedience, your palms plant on the countertop to assist in pulling up your body weight. “Now spread your legs, baby.”

You bite down your lip as you slowly spread your legs apart while the hem of your dress bunches up, only to be taken by surprise when he stands in between your legs with his thumb stroking along your slick folds until he reaches your clit to rub lazy circles, eliciting a gasp from you.

“It looks like I’m not the only one getting turned on by this.” Jake scoffs lightly, his thumb doesn’t relent from rubbing your clit, stimulating the bundle of nerves while a breathy moan escapes you. “Let’s take a trip down memory lane, shall we?”

“Jaeyun.” A startled gasp leaves your lips while your heart nearly lurches in your chest when he presses the edge of the knife’s handle on your clit that throbs from the solid sensation. He slides down the handle along your slick folds before taking you by surprise when he slowly pushes the handle into your cunt. “J-Jaeyun!” Your hand latches on his shoulder as you feel a spark of fear within you.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? You weren’t so afraid earlier.” Jake teases you, but when his eyes flicker to yours, he halts his movement, with nearly half of the handle disappearing into your wet heat. He cups your cheek with his other palm, using his thumb to gently stroke your skin. “Relax, sweetheart. Don’t tense up. I won’t hurt you, you know that.”

Your heart melts upon hearing his gentle assurance, and you can’t resist falling for his charms as you place your hand on top of his, your eyes staring into the hollow sockets of his mask as you give him a nod that denotes a green light, to which he resumes his ministrations.

“Jae.” You moan, surrendering yourself to the sensation of your cunt being assaulted by the knife handle as you prompt your legs to spread wider for him, displaying your avidity in his hungry eyes as he watches how you’re taking it.

“That’s it, my girl. You’re doing so good.” Jake whispers amourously, bringing his two fingers to your mouth, to which you understand his intent as you open your mouth to stick your tongue out for him to collect your saliva before his slick fingers make their descent to your clit to rub it with skillful precision that has your cunt clenches around the handle. “Feels good?”

“So, so good.” You moan out your response, your hooded eyes fluttering open and close as you tilt your head up while moving your hips in tandem with the handle being thrust into your nearly weeping cunt.

Unbeknownst to you, another masked predator has been watching since the moment Jake fucked you with the knife handle, leaning sideways against the entryway of the kitchen with his arms folded. Behind the mask he adorned, his eyes darken as he drinks in the erotic display of you getting lost in the euphoria with your legs spread wide and your back arched that causes your erected nipples to be visible against the material of your dress.

Feeling a presence from behind him, Jake casts a brief glance over his shoulder to see his best friend without stopping the momentum. A smirk touches his lips, knowing that his best friend desires you vehemently.

“What are you standing there for?” Jake’s question draws your focus, and when you do, your eyes latch on the familiar silver mask as he stands across from you. Your cheeks go warm at the fact that Sunghoon has been watching you being shamelessly fucked by a mere knife handle. “You’re welcome to join. I’m sure our girl would love a set of fingers to stretch her.”

“Didn’t know princess was into this kind of stuff.” Sunghoon drawls as he saunters forward while you only feel a wave of anticipation for another to ruin you. “Like Jake said, I’m gonna stretch you good for you to take us later.”

A whimper leaves your lips as you feel the loss of the knife handle, causing your cunt to clench at the emptiness, but a gasp tears from your throat at the abrupt intrusion of Sunghoon’s cold, slender fingers plunging into you, replacing what was deprived of you.

“Hoon!” You moan loudly as his fingers thrust into you vigorously, yet it is a familiar momentum you had missed, prompting you to latch your hands onto his broad shoulders with your nails sinking into the material of his jacket.

“You’re soaking wet, princess.” Sunghoon grunts, increasing his pace as he fucks you with his fingers, eliciting a lewd sound from the slicks of your cunt that denotes your arousal. “So tight too. Should’ve fucked you sooner. How are you going to take us?”

But his remarks are drowned out by the sound of your moans that serenade to them, rendering them impatient as their erection is raging beneath the slacks. 

“Sweetheart is dripping.” Jake coos, joining Sunghoon as he decides to set the bundle of nerves aflame with his thumb rubbing your clit. The dual sensation from the two best friends sends you to the teetering edge of ecstasy.

“Fuck. Hoonie! Jae!” You whine, planting your palms beside you on the countertop as you move your hips sensually yet at the same tandem as their fingers. You can feel yourself on the brink of the need to release, your body tauts with tension alongside the knot coiling in your tummy, getting ready to hurtle yourself to the climax.

“I’m going to cum!” Just as you announce, they cruelly deprive you of the orgasm that is slowly ebbing away as they pull away from your throbbing cunt, eliciting a sob from you while tears prickle in your eyes.

“You didn’t think that we’d give you to cum so easily after abandoning us, did you?” Sunghoon scoffs, leaning forward to cradle your face to wipe a single tear running down your cheek. His palm rubs your thigh soothingly before grabbing it. “Wrap your legs around me, princess.” He murmurs, and you do so obediently with your arms hooking around his neck on instinct.

Sunghoon proceeds to carry you back to your room with his hands supporting your buttocks. You indulge your body that has been craving this intimacy with him as you hug him tighter and bury your face in the junction of his shoulder and neck. His familiar cologne is a soothing balm to your nerves.

As soon as Sunghoon enters your room, he sets you down on the bed, prompting you to unwrap yourself from him. With the streaks of moonlight filtering into your window, your eyes spot the shade of Heeseung’s hair that looks lighter, unlike his best friends.

Your attention is pulled by Sunghoon as you look at his imposing figure looming over yours by the edge of the bed. “Strip for us, princess.”

Overcome by a surge of defiance, you scoff, rolling your eyes at him as you remain unmoving from the bed. “No.”

“I said fucking strip. Don’t make me repeat it for another time unless you want a good spanking.” Sunghoon's assertive dominance sends an intoxicating wave to you that nearly suffocates you.

Feigning reluctance, you huff lightly, your fingers curling at the hem of your dress that is bunched up to your hips before you pull it up purposefully slowly, as though to taunt them. All the while, their eyes are in a hypnotic trance at every perfect contour of your nudity despite the lack of light in the room, feeling borderline ravenous as you finally toss aside your dress without breaking eye contact with them.

Then palpable tension in the air feels electrifying that mingles with your anticipation, garnering their attention to your spellbinding lascivious gaze that melds with the hatred while your futile effort to discreetly squeeze your thighs together to repress the incessant arousal in your wet core amuses them.

“Tie her.” Heeseung’s command staggers you, and every bit of your provocation towards them dissipates.

“Wait, what?” But your reaction delays as Sunghoon hovers on top of you, catching you off guard when he curls his fingers around your neck to pin you firmly to the mattress. “Sunghoon!” You gasp in disbelief, your hands latching on his arm to claw at him, but Jay manages to seize them and locks them in place above your head, only for you to feel him tying your wrists together.

As you continue to squirm underneath them with strings of curses leaving your lips, Sunghoon asserts his dominance again to tame you, his fingers around your neck tightening that elicits a strangled gasp from you, prompting you to look at him with widened eyes.

“Behave, princess.” Sunghoon nearly growls out, but instead of intimidation, you feel sensually aroused by his familiar rough treatment. “You’re already in deep trouble for daring to abandon us for a whole damn year.”

You don’t make any retort, having a keen sense that what you did have aggrieved them, and now what’s awaiting you is their depravity that is practically ravenous to devour you in any moment from now.

“What, no comebacks now?” Sunghoon asks mockingly, tilting his head in amused curiosity, whereas you merely glare at him despite his mask feeling imposing on your vulnerable figure, as do his fingers around your neck. “What happened to the bratty princess with a foul mouth?”

Before you can even retaliate, Jay’s voice cuts through the air. “Hoon, move.” He commands coldly, and Sunghoon reluctantly gets off from you, now leaving you entirely exposed under their ravenous gaze with your stark nudity on display.

“Care to tell us what’s this?” Jay inquires as he raises an alarmingly familiar pink equipment, or rather, rose vibrator, in his grasp, causing your cheeks to feel warmer in utter embarrassment.

“You snooped around my room!” You decide to mask your embarrassment by the sheer anger in your voice. “God! Don’t any of you have any decorum?!”

“Says the girl who owns a vibrator.” Jay retorts calmly, and you can sense the annoying smirk on his charming face. “So you didn’t manage to find anyone to fuck you good throughout the year, baby?”

You ignore the endearment again, scoffing. “I have needs, just like you guys do when you beat your meat, and who says I didn’t manage to find someone?”

It looks like none of them is obviously appreciative of your statement, even though you are merely taunting them, as evident in the way the tension becomes unbearably hot. The next thing you know, Jay brings down the functioning vibrator to your clit, sending you jolting shockwaves of pleasurable sensation through your body.

“Ungh! Fuck!” You moan loudly, your eyes rolling to the back with your neck arching, and your legs threatening to close due to the overpowering sensation from the vibrator as he set it on the highest level, but Jake and Sunghoon pin your legs on each side, preventing them from closing. “Please! It’s too much!”

“Too much? I recall a certain slutty princess wanting to cum earlier.” Sunghoon smirks, revelling in the way you are borderline ruined just by your own vibrator, to which Jay presses deeply onto your clit that is going ablaze. “So you’re going to cum for as many times as we want you too.”

It feels tortuous despite the persisting pleasure that derives from your clit area, which is nearly sensitive. With your binded wrists, you can only afford to squirm under their hold. A series of moans and cries leave your lips while your hips move with little resistance in an attempt to feel the vibrator deeply.

It isn’t long until you can feel it as your impending orgasm that is teetering at the precipice finally crashes down like tidal waves, releasing fluids as they gush out from your pulsating cunt that is ready to be stuffed full by their cocks.

“So fucking messy,” Jay tuts, deciding to show you a little mercy as he removes the vibrator from your now-sensitive clit, but he lands a slap on your slick folds before repeating for a few times, causing your hips to jolt up involuntarily at the impact. “And that’s only the first orgasm.”

As soon as Jake and Sunghoon unpin your legs, you close them instinctively and turn to one side as you bring your tied wrists to your chest, your mind fuzzing from the aftermath of that intense orgasm. You hear shuffles from them, probably clothes discarding, and the next thing you know, hands seize your legs to pull you down towards them, eliciting a yelp from you before they haul you up.

Your heart flutters at the close proximity between you and Jay as he holds you close to him, his fingers caressing your cheek tenderly feels deceptive, but nevertheless, you savour whatever bits of affection he gives before you feel a hand tugging you and beckoning you to him.

“Come here, sweetheart.” Jake’s voice sounds huskier than usual as he pulls you down with him, settling you on top of him and aiming his erection towards your cunt before he forces you to sink down on him.

Since it has been a year since you had proper sex, your cunt is forced to get accustomed to the sheer girth of his cock, your walls welcoming him tight while you moan brokenly by the remnants of resistance.

“Jaeyun.” You whimper as he grips your hips to move you in a bouncing motion for good measure before his arms envelope your body to pull you down with him as he lays on his back. You whine, imploring him to resume his thrust, but he remains unmoving until you feel another presence looming over your docile figure with his hand spreading your supple butt.

You nearly jolt at the abrupt sensation of the heavy girth of his cock smacking your ass repeatedly. “We’re going to fuck your holes at the same time, baby.” Jay says, his tone sounding smug, whereas you begin to panic as you recall the blistering pain the last time they fucked you in the ass.

“W-Wait! I don’t know if it’ll fit!” But your protest goes unheard as Jay slides his cock into your tight hole, tearing a broken gasp from you at the familiar sensation. Both Jy and Jake waste no time in thrusting their cocks into your holes, setting a pace that sends you reeling in both pain and pleasure that slowly surges through your body.

“Fuck, baby.” Jay groans, his head tilting up as he stands by the edge of the bed while gripping your hips for leverage, working in tandem with Jake with the sound of your skins slapping against each other due to the borderline vigorous pace they set in motion.

“Sweetheart’s still so tight even after all this while.” Jake rasps, lifting his head to press a kiss on your shoulder with his masked lips while he holds you by the plumpness of your butt cheeks as he thrusts into you. “Don’t worry. We’re always going to keep you full with our cocks.”

“That’s fucking right.” Jay grunts from behind you, delivering a brutal yet deliberate thrust that has your body jolting forward and staying completely still as he buries his cock deeply and dumps his cum into your anal. “You’re not going to leave us like that again.”

Their promises go unheard by you as you are too caught up in the delirium. “P-Please, more!” You plead in a sob, desperately moving your hips to meet Jake’s thrust while Jay remains buried in your anal.

“Greedy baby.” Jay coos, brushing your hair away from sticking to your face before tangling his fingers in your hair to grab it in a makeshift ponytail as you are forced to form an arched body. “Baby girl wants more, so fuck her harder, Jake.”

Jake complies, increasing the pace that elicits lewd sounds from your slicks of arousal. His once slow, deliberate thrust changes into one that has your eyes going white and mouth parted open with silent moans.

With Jake’s loose arms falling from your body, Jay grasps the opportunity to haul your body up before he deftly binds your arms together with the tie from behind you while Jake remains seizing control over your hips to meet his thrust, causing you to bounce on his cock.

“Jay.” You moan out as Jay amplifies your heightened pleasure with his fingers tweaking and pinching your sensitive nipples, occasionally palming your tits. With Jake’s thrust going relentlessly frenzied, your climax looming with an intensity that feels familiar, causing your cunt to clench and unclench around him.

“I’m going to cum inside you, sweetheart. Fill you full of my babies.” Jake’s voice is laden with lust and a hint of longing, while the pitch of your moans goes higher as he fucks you harder. “Yeah, you’d like that, don’t you? Our babies will look so beautiful.”

With one last thrust, you tumble over the edge of ecstasy with white-hot pleasure surges through you as you cream all over his now-lathered cock while he buries himself to the hilt, filling your womb with his babies just as he promised.

A weak moan leaves your lips, feeling the tantalising drag of Jake’s cock along your white-painted walls as Jay slowly lifts you up from him before he settles you on the bed, facing the ceiling. Your eyelids feel heavier as you grapple to bask in the aftermath of your second orgasm of the night.

But of course, your masked predators never finish with you. “Don’t lose yourself to sleep now, princess. We haven’t had our turns yet.” Sunghoon’s cocky voice diminishes the slumber that beckons you. “You haven’t even had your punishment yet.”

As soon as those words leave his lips, a painful smack on your smeared-cum folds causes you to jolt from the impact, eliciting more sobs from you as Sunghoon and Heeseung work in tandem to deliver your punishment. One slapping your nearly-reddened cunt while the other rubbing your sensitive clit with torturous precision.

“You dared to leave us when you promised to stay by our side.” Heeseung’s deep, sombre voice that carries an undercurrent of laden lust overpowers the sound of your sobs and moans, aligning the way he delivers wet slaps to your cunt. “A year without you─ Fuck,” He lands another slap that punctuates his deep ire while tears stream down your cheeks. “You were so cruel to abandon us, beloved.”

Your heart clenches at the noticeable crack in his tone. This time, you release a raw sob that unveils your poignancy, which you have kept hidden with other sentiments you repressed yourself for a year. But you remain silent, refusing to apologise when you know you did what you had to, despite the regret.

After what it feels like forever, your punishment ends with Heeseung soothing your abused folds with the gentle padding of his fingers while your breaths become laboured from the crying. You thought they would be gentle with you after the intense punishment, but Sunghoon proves you wrong when he hovers on top of you and slaps down his weighty cock on your wet folds before plunging into your cunt with one swift thrust.

“Hoon!” You gasp out, his hips pistoning harder and faster as he fucks into you with reckless abandon. Just like that, your arousal returns to your heated core. Your glazed eyes stare at him, hating how you can’t see the contortion in his charming face and his upper body still clad with the layers of his clothes, just like the others.

“Wrap your legs around me, princess.” Sunghoon grunts, halting his thrust while you take this signal to wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck before he carefully carries you. As he holds you in the air, you try your utmost not to bounce on his cock, even though you are tempted too.

“We’re going to fuck your sweet cunt at the same time, princess.” Sunghoon tells you as he slowly settles you back on the bed, only for you to feel a warm body in contact with you from behind. “Fuck you full however long we want to.”

Your moans go straight to Jay and Jake’s twitching cocks as they watch you in fascination, their eyes transfixing on your pussy that is welcoming Heeseung while Sunghoon remains buried in you.

“Hee, Hoonie.” You whimper, needing them to fuck you into oblivion. “More, harder.” It is as though coherency leaves you from the moment they start to thrust into you potently, working well in tandem with one push and the other pulls before they exchange and repeat the motion.

“You were made for this, princess. Made to take our cocks.” Sunghoon growls, sending shivers down your spine while you feel helpless with tied arms behind you pressing against Heeseung’s stomach. “Everything about you is made for us.”

“Yes.” You moan out, your walls clenching around them elicits collective groans and moans from them before their thrusts become more fervent and punishing, bullying their cocks into your abused cunt, and yet you feel such longing in the way they hold you close.

“Never going to let you slip from my fingers again.” Heeseung says in between bated breaths next to your ear, his fingers descending to rub your clit and adding more to your building pleasure. “Gonna breed you until we’re satisfied.”

“Fucking breed you so you can’t escape from us.” Sunghoon mutters harshly, using his other hand to grab you by the neck, enough to apply pressure that accentuates his promises. “If you think you can run away with our babies in you, then you have another thing coming, princess.”

You moan weakly in response, focusing on the white-hot pleasure surges through your body while your impending climax is teetering once more. You can feel their cocks swelling in you, amplifying your overall pleasure.

“Yeah, baby, cum for us.” On Heeseung’s command, your cunt releases the gush of fluids as you squirt messily everywhere, causing your beeding to be completely drenched, with their cocks still thrusting into you while your body convulses between them.

“We got you, my love.” Heeseung’s voice is a velvet stroke in your ear, calming you down from your high that is accompanied by his hand stroking your bulging abdomen from their girth, their thrust unrelenting.

“Give us one more, princess. You can do it.” Sunghoon’s tone is akin to Heeseung, albeit stern but with a tinge of palpable gentleness that has you mewling, feeling moved by their words that have reignited your arousal tenfold and caused you to arch into their scorching touch while your cunt pulsates with each precise thrust that hurls you into a new height of ecstasy.

Getting lost in the heady mix of lust, moans, and sweats amidst your entwined body, you can feel your pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo that mingles with theirs, eliciting moans and grunts from the three of you, and the sensation getting more intense.

Finally, the knot in your tummy snaps as you surrender yourself to the pull of ecstasy, fluids gushing out for the third time as you squirt uncontrollably for them before they follow suit with primal roars as they bury their cocks to the hilt of your womb, keeping their words true as they seal you with their fate for the better or worse.

Following the aftermath of your fiery yet passionate encounter, you go slump on top of Heeseung while Sunghoon slowly withdraws his cock from your spent cunt with a sigh. After contemplating, Heeseung removes himself from you, eliciting a whimper from you at the sheer sensitivity.

You flutter your eyes close, resting momentarily while you slowly wrap your head around about what the fuck happened in just one night, and the night isn’t even over, especially for you. You feel full with their cum they had fiercely dumped into your womb, causing it to leak from your gaping cunt. You feel hands untying your restraint from behind, granting your aching arms the freedom they were deprived of as you rub them with a wince, leaving your lips.

When your eyes flicker to your masked men who are surrounding the bed, tension eventually brews, bringing the familiar wave of heat to you as you notice the way they seem to be focused on your cum-smeared cunt leaking down.

“Fuck me again, please.” You blurt out in a plea before you can stop yourself. With your hooded lustful eyes, you gaze at them sensually as you bite down your lip, your fingers finding their way to your cunt before you rub your sticky clit, enticing them in the way you arch in your own touch with your legs spread lewdly. “I want you. All of you.”

“You heard our girl. She wants all of us.” Heeseung tells his best friends, a soft smirk unfurling on his lips as he looks at them. “Let’s give her what she wants, and maybe even more.”

Things escalated more heatedly from that moment forth, your heightened libido matching theirs that you even cooperate well with them, despite the painful nostalgia it brings you back to the past, and it is absurd to you how the orgy that taints your once tranquil night feels natural. Of course it is. You have always fantasised for them to fuck you just exactly like this with their masks on.

“Fuck off, dude. You already dicked it in her. It’s my turn now.” Jay snarls at Jake, and you can only imagine the scowl on his face behind the mask. Yes, they are still wearing their mask, and miraculously, they are able to withstand the heat. You feel Jay’s possessive grip on the flesh of your bum, causing you to roll your eyes at their banter. “I’m not about to fuck her with your dick in her again.”

“Why? Afraid that you’ll get turned on by my dick instead of her pussy?” Jake retorts, grabbing his shaft to point aim at your anal that has been prepped by Sunghoon. “Nothing wrong with some bromance.”

“Either the two of you stop arguing and start fucking her, or I’ll do it instead.” Sunghoon voices out his annoyance that is accompanied by your whine of agreement. “Be grateful that you got both her pussy and ass. I got her mouth.”

“Better than nothing.” Heeseung sighs, watching as you unhinge your jaw for Sunghoon and welcome him when he slides his cock into your mouth. He can see the way your throat bulges each time Sunghoon fucks his cock deeper, eliciting gurgled and choked sounds from you in between moans from being fucked by Jay underneath you, whereas Jake uses your anal hole to fuck you fervently.

Feeling a little neglected, Heeseung steps forward and grabs your hand, to which you seem to understand his need, prompting your hand to latch on his cock that is completely erected before you finally fist him. Thankfully, with the strength of Jay and Jake supporting your body, you are able to satisfy Heeseung with how dexterous you are with your hand.

With the four men being occupied by your every hole and touch, there is a twisted symphony of dominance and submission that mingles with their carnal lust. Their affectionate praise and derogatory enunciating to you intensifies your heightened libido, while your depravity desires for them to corrupt you with their intoxication it had dearly missed.

“Fuck, baby, you’re squeezing me. You’re going to cum, yeah?” Jay rasps, gripping the flesh of your bum with his nails, causing indents to your skin as he presses them, his thrusts remaining vigorous as though he intends to obliterate you. “You always get so fucking wet. Squirt for me again.”

And you do, your screams and moans being muffled by Sunghoon’s shaft as he fucks you deeply until he reaches your throat, using you like his fleshlight. Your orgasm crashes down on you for the ninth time, your cunt spasming around Jay as you squirt profusely, while at the same time, Heeseung’s cock is spurting with his cum, making a mess all over your hand.

Jake, who has been trying to attain his orgasm, feels frustrated by the fact that your anal hole does nothing to help him, and so he withdraws from your now-gaping hole, only to shove his thick girth into your cunt that remains squirting.

“Dude!” Jay groans, throwing his head to the back in frustration while you gasp at the abrupt intrusion that sends your already-stretched cunt a blistering pain. “I just told you─”

“Shut up. Either her pussy or your virgin hole.” Jake snaps, groaning at the sensation of your walls vacuuming him. “Don’t fucking test me.”

“Damn. Are you sure you’re not gay?” Sunghoon manages to make a wit despite approaching his climax as he uses your mouth like the way he uses your pussy, causing you to roll your eyes to the back. 

Jake scoffs, unfazed by the question, before he rams his cock into you harder while you feel him hitting your cervix deliciously, which sends you into a new blissful euphoria. “I don’t fucking care. As long as there’s a hole, I’ll fuck into it.”

It isn’t long until Sunghoon has finally dumped his cum into your throat, forcing you to swallow every drop before he withdraws from you. Your breathing is ragged, with your chest heaving up and down from every exertion. A breathy moan escapes you as Jay and Jake get frenzied in the way they fuck your weeping cunt.

“Can we─” You pause as soon as Heeseung replaces Sunghoon, standing in front of you with his cock going erect once more. You whine as he teases you with the head of his cock, giving you a light slap on the corner of your lips. “Can we take a break after this?”

“My beloved, I don’t think you understand what you’ve just started.” Heeseung says softly, his fingers brushing away your strands from your sticky face, and his gesture is a deception you recognise. “We’re going all the way, no stopping. It’s what you get after leaving us.”

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Before the daybreak dawns, you have already expeditiously prepared for your departure once more, albeit it isn’t permanent as your purpose is solely to avoid them for as long as you can, especially after what happened a few hours ago before all of you finally passed out in your room.

Hence, the reason why they wake up to find you nowhere in your own apartment, having been aroused by an odd feeling of stark coldness before realising that it derives from your sudden absence. Instinctively, they panic at the thought of you abandoning them once more, and their devastation returns when one of them spots a pink sticky note on the coffee table.

‘Surely, you guys know the way out the same way you got in without invitation. Since you got what you wanted last night, stay away from me this time, and I mean it.’

The devastation is eclipsed by resentment, wondering what went wrong when last night was nothing but pure bliss with you, which they haven’t felt in a long time, so they can’t understand why and how your mind that is filled with such complexity works.

“We should stay until she gets back.” Jake suggests, his eyes glinting with hope as he stares at his gloomy best friends. “She can’t stay outside all day till night time.”

“She’s changed, Jake, so yes, she can. We can’t underestimate her.” Heeseung heaves a sigh, masking his disappointment as he doesn’t wish for them to see his weak moment. “We should leave, and Jake, undo the hack shit you did to her door.”

“Let’s give her some time to think.” Jay voices out his opinion despite feeling displeased with himself. “We’ll come back for her in a few days or so. She can’t avoid us forever.”

“I don’t want her to hate us anymore.” Sunghoon murmurs, his demeanour turning crestfallen, a rare display. “I can’t afford to lose her. Ah, fuck it. I’m not going to lose her. I’ll lock her up somewhere if I have to.”

“We all can’t afford to lose her, Hoon.” Heeseung says, wearing a grim countenance. “We’ll be damned if we ever do. Hence, we must fix what we broke.”

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Despite their differences, their unwavering devotion to you is something that they have in common, which derives from the feelings they have always harboured for you, even after you departed from their lives. Feelings that are beyond platonic as well as the affection that is only reserved for you, and no matter their prominent Casanova reputation in the past, no one has ever made them feel so deeply until you.

Sure, it started out as infatuation that stemmed from their preying on you in order to corrupt you, but eventually that infatuation turns something so profound and darker that passed beyond the borderline of obsession, and unbeknownst to you, you made them far more dangerous than they originally were before.

They would have killed for you if you had asked them to. They would have done anything for you, anything, no matter the price. All they wanted was for you to stay by their side until the end. Hence, after learning of your departure, it drove them to the brink of their sanity, just stark madness.

It was even worse when they didn’t find out directly from you but from their trusted apprentices, also known as the now-leaders of Devil’s Knights. It was indeed an upheaval night of rage and betrayal.

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“Jungwon, you might want to rethink this. It isn’t too late to back out.” Riki murmured lowly to his best friend, whose eyes hardened with such resolve as they stared straight ahead at specific individuals. “This is definitely a bad idea.”

It had been only a day since you left, but Jungwon felt terribly awful for the now-ex leaders upon seeing how the long distance they forced themselves to establish in order to give you space disheartened their spirits and the fact that they had no knowledge of your planned departure. Jungwon felt that it wasn’t right to keep them in the dark any longer, and he doubted that they wouldn’t ever find out about you.

“If they ever plan to kill us after this, trust me when I say that I’ll be doing them a favour by killing you first instead.” Sunoo whispered hotly to Jungwon, his foxy-like eyes glaring into Jungwon’s face, seeming to amuse two of the leaders ahead while the other two maintained austere demeanours. Sunoo continued to express his annoyance to his best friend. “Seriously, do you even realise that you’re asking for a death wish by coming here?”

Jungwon only grimaced in response, but he did reevaluate on this matter several times for the past days, and he came to a conclusion that they must be alerted about this matter post haste, never mind the fact that he might be skinned alive. Sunoo and Riki had implored him even before they came to the palace, and both of them vehemently intended to keep their words, which they had promised you. They might be as detrimental as the leaders, but they were a man of their words.

“You said you got news to tell us, so don’t keep us waiting.” The three of them flinched at the Sunghoon’s flinty tone, prompting them to cease whatever they were doing as they diverted their attention to him.

Jungwon discreetly clenched his fist, swallowing down a lump in his throat while mentally preparing himself, his sharp eyes betraying none of the turmoil within. “It’s about Y/N.” He starts off, his voice coming out strong. “We came over to her place and told her everything.”

“What was her response? Has she decided to forgive and return to us?” Heeseung raised his eyebrow inquisitively, his stance displaying an avid interest while his eyes flickered with longing that made the Jungwon inwardly wince.

“Not exactly, but we brought Beomgyu to her, and as expected, the bastard didn’t apologise to her.” Sunoo answers for Jungwon, masking his nervousness with his usual quirk, his lips forming a crooked smile. “She punched him after he insulted her.”

“That’s our girl.” Sunghoon’s tone was filled with such pride and affection for you, his lips curving into a smirk as he imagined how good you punched Beomgyu.

Jay, who had been silently studying their body language and examining the contortion in their faces with penetrating eyes, was acutely aware that the three of them were hiding something from them, especially after knowing them for years. 

“You’re hiding something.” Jay’s stern statement seemed to intensify the foreboding atmosphere in the living room. His dour countenance shaken them inwardly. “Fess up, or you won’t be allowed to leave.”

Sunoo and Riki exchanged wary glances before they looked at Jungwon, whose demeanour remained unchanged, and they knew that there was no changing his mind.

“Y/N isn’t here anymore. She left Seoul yesterday.” Jungwon finally revealed the truth, his eyes carefully examining the expressions plastered on their faces. “

“What do you mean she left Seoul?” Heeseung re-emphasised the question rather slowly, but they could sense the danger lurking beneath his treading words.

“I meant, she left Seoul permanently. She won’t be coming back.” Jungwon elaborated, nearly rambling as the tension was palpable. “I just thought of telling you this before any of you decided to go over to her house─”

“And you thought it was a good fucking idea to tell us now?!” The three of them were caught off guard by Jake’s raging outburst, and they knew that they were fucked up because Jake had never shown and directed his wrath towards them for as long as they could recall.

“Wait! We can explain!” Just as Sunoo intended to plead, Jake marches over in an attempt to lunge for Jungwon and give him a good punch in the face, but Jay immediately stepped forward and grabbed Jake before things could turn into a nasty brawl.

Despite brimming the same ire, Jay remained composed, a muscle pulsing in his jaw as he held Jake back while the latter was seeing red. “Calm down! Punching Jungwon or any of them isn’t going to do anything, let alone bring her back!” Jay barked at Jake, who easily broke free from his deadly clutch.

“But they kept this from us when they should’ve told us straight away! And now she’s gone!” Jake is practically seething, veins protruding in his neck and eyes glaring heatedly that could probably make anyone outside of their circle wet their pants. His knuckles are painted white by how tight he is clenching his fist, mastering self-control when he catches Heeseung’s stern eyes, a silent message for him to restrain himself.

“I agree with Jake.” Sunghoon adds in, his tone remaining impassive, but the emotions in his eyes are storming with both anger and devastation at the revelation. His eyes hardened. “The three of you already know how important she is to us, and yet you didn’t bother to let us know earlier. You fucking idiots.”

“In our defence, we were simply respecting Y/N’s wish! We even gave our word to her!” Sunoo retorted, his once-witty disposition molten by vehemence defensiveness, subtly moving forward to embody a barrier between Jake and Jungwon. “She even pleaded with us, as she didn’t want any of you to know.”

“She knew that you wouldn’t allow her to leave.” Riki added, his dark eyes conveying a knowingness to them. He clenched his jaw, feeling a surge of protectiveness to defend in your honour. “I respect you as my leaders and friends, but don’t you dare blame her for her decision to leave. She deserved better after what happened.”

“You damn right, we wouldn’t have allowed her to leave.” Jake snarls coldly at them, his eyes blazing with intense conviction. “Now tell us. Where did she go?”

“We can’t tell you.” Sunoo’s answer only seems to fuel Jake’s rage, prompting Jay to curb the latter as he embodies a barrier between them.

“What the fuck do you mean by that?!” Jake gritted his teeth, his outburst earning him a brief glare from Jay, which he merely ignored.

“We can’t tell you, because we genuinely have no idea where she decided to go.” Riki said, his tone sounding eerily calm, as does his demeanour, while his eyes displaying stark sincerity. “Again, she knew that if she had told us, you would force the answer out of us.”

Jungwon heaved a sigh as he stepped out of Sunoo’s shadow, having had enough of this prolonged confrontation and tantrum. “But she did mention that it was where she had always dreamed of travelling to.”

“As if that information would help us.” Jake scoffed, and despite his rage, they could see the devastation racking through him from the devastating revelation of your departure. “You know what? Fuck this, and fuck you. I’ll just find her myself.”

“Jake, wait─” Heeseung called out for Jake, but the latter was too caught up with the tempestuous emotions within him as he grabbed his coat from the armchair before storming his way out of the living room.

“The three of you could’ve tried stopping her.” Sunghoon uttered, a sombre casting shadow across his features. “Then maybe she would’ve changed her mind about leaving.”

“I don’t think it would make any difference.” Sunoo shook his head, his lips pressing together thinly while a fleeting melancholy flickered in his gaze. “Even if she already knew the truth from us, there was nothing that could change her mind about leaving.”

“I’m sorry.” Jungwon muttered, his eyes turning crestfallen as he looked at the three now-ex leaders before locking eyes with Jay, whose eyes hardened with emotions he couldn’t fathom. “We’re sorry for not trying harder to convince her to stay.”

Jay looked away from them with a clenched jaw. “Yeah, I’m sorry too.”

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From that moment forth, things were never the same. Living in the palace felt daunting to them without your presence that used to enliven the dull, imposing palace. Their once-unbreakable comradeship between each other had palpable tension, and there were moments where they blamed each other for your departure, pointing blame at one another’s flaws they made towards you in all of the times they had treated you.

But at the end of the day, they knew their own selves were to blame. After the revelation from the three new leaders, days bled into agonising weeks, and before they knew it, two months had passed and they knew that life must go on, even without you by their side.

Despite being utterly devastated by your departure, to which each of them struggled and coped differently, they decided to push aside their ego and cooperate with one another to devise a plan, which was to learn of your current location first before proceeding to another stage.

A sense of normalcy befell the four best friends as they tried everything in their power to find you, and even Jake tried to track you down by recalling the tracker he actually had chipped in your phone, but his hope was crushed when he couldn’t detect your location as you had changed your phone and contact.

They did have some thoughts about going over to your parents and asking about you, but they couldn’t face your mother after her infidelity involving their fathers, so they held some grudges against her. Hence, they coerced Sunoo, Jungwon, and Riki to ask your parents instead, to which they, of course, begrudgingly did, only to receive disappointment by the fact that your parents had no idea either.

It hurt them as you seemed to have carefully planned this that not even your parents knew about which state you went to, because did you hate them that much?

Afterwards, their motivation deteriorated, and they proceeded on with their lives as they also needed to focus on their careers in respective fields in relation to their degrees.

Seven long months have passed, but their longing for you only intensified in the most excruciating way, and it was killing them more than it should despite their miraculous ability to simulate a coequal facade that displayed their cold detachment in front of the others except towards each other.

There were moments when they wanted to give up and cease mapping possibilities of where you might be, until their hope rekindled.

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“Hold the fuck up. You mean to tell us that after seven months, you finally remembered the one crucial detail of her that we could’ve used to our advantage back then?” Jake nearly growled out, his dark eyes glaring into Sunghoon's, whereas the male was completely undeterred by the fact that he could be in the path of his best friend’s wrath.

“Don’t put the blame on me. I had many things going on in my mind back then.” Sunghoon defended himself, shooting him a scowl as he remained leisurely seated on the couch. “Besides, it’s only a maybe. We’re not even sure if she really went to Milan, so we can’t make any rash decisions right now.”

“Sunghoon’s right.” Heeseung concurred, earning him a glare of disbelief from Jake, to which Heeseung reciprocated with a pointed look. “As much as I want her back, we need to think rationally, Jake. We have already established our careers here, and we can’t toss all of our hard work away just like that.”

“We can just utilise our annual leaves or even unpaid leaves, I don’t care. I’d rather take the risk than to wait around here any longer,” Jake retorted vehemently, his resolution blazing in his eyes. “This is our Y/N we’re talking about. She’s the─” He paused, nearly whimpering as he looked away from their eyes. “She’s the love of my life.”

There was a shift in the air, evoking such poignancy from them as they went silent for a brief moment. Jay eyed his best friends, hating how uncharacteristically dejected they looked once again, and so he knew what he must do, thanks to Sunghoon.

“Who are you texting?” Heeseung inquired, watching Jay with calculated eyes as the latter was focused on his phone.

“My cousin. He lives in Milan. Thanks to Sunghoon, we have a lead, and at least it’s better than nothing.” Jay said while his fingers were working their way on the phone screen as he got immersed in texting his cousin from his father’s side. “He’s online, by the way. Since he has resources and connections, he is more than willing to help us out, so all we have to do now is wait.”

“Wait?” Jake scoffed in disbelief, his patience running dangerously thinly, as evident in his countenance. “There is no more waiting! Tell your cousin to speed up, or is he too incompetent─”

“Jake.” Heeseung snapped coldly, his tone reverberating throughout the living room, and they knew that he meant business. “Enough of your shit. You need to blow off some steam.”

“I second that.” Sunghoon feigned coughing, to which Jake cast a withering glare before he finally took off with Heeseung’s advice.

Not even moments later when Jay’s phone rang, garnering their attention to him as he quickly answered an incoming call from a certain cousin. Jay raised his finger at them, pressing his phone against his ear as he moved away from them while they resumed minding their business in the living room, assuming that Jay was on a call with someone else.

It took Jay awhile before he finally returned to Heeseung and Sunghoon with the look on his face earning inquisitive eyebrows raised from both.

“You look a little too happy. Why? Your daddy finally promoted you to take over his business?” Sunghoon’s tone dripping with mockery went under-appreciated by Jay, as the latter was too preoccupied by the hope that bloomed pleasantly in his chest.

“I was on a call with my cousin.” Jay revealed, which piqued their full interest, leaning their bodies slightly forward. A smirk touched Jay’s lips while his eyes darkened with a familiar danger. “Well, it looks like our angel is right where we thought she would be.”

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Frankly, Jay assumed that the chances of his cousin tracking your precise location in Milan were low, but much to his delightful surprise, his cousin turned out to be your acquaintance, and yet the thought of another male, even if he was his cousin, displeased him greatly.

Nevertheless, the universe seemed to be working in their favour at the time, so after settling their respective businesses in regards to their careers, to which they found their solution, they finally embarked on a new journey as well, and their only shared goal is to get you back, no matter what it takes.

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Two days granted you less than expected for you to ruminate over the licentious encounter you had with them, the ones you thought you could escape from. The rational part of you has been incessantly rebuking you for betraying your resolution, which you thought was adamantine, but your depravity is satiated with their compulsive intoxication that felt like it breathed you to life.

The erotic recollection precipitously surfaces in your mind, prompting you to drink your smoothie aggressively while warmth weaves across your cheeks. Oh, yeah, you enjoyed it more than you should. You would never admit this to them, but they fucked you better than the last time they did, and you know that it has something to do with one of your twisted fantasies of being fucked by masked men.

Shaking your head at the recollection, you proceed to exit the washroom and head back to your table where your best friends are seated for refreshments in the cafe after an hour or so of you accompanying them to shop.

Although you have regained your full vitality, you occasionally limp whenever you walk—well, more like you feel your knees buckling underneath you before you quickly steady yourself. If your best friends have noticed it, then they are doing a great job at closing both eyes to it.

As you slide over to your seat, you pretend to be engrossed in their conversation while your mind drifts off to them, and questions begin to linger in your head, including their sudden yet mysterious detachment.

Though you are thankful that they weren’t outside and inside of your apartment, you can’t help but be curious, wondering if they finally decided to leave you alone for good after the note you left for them to read or if they are busy with their other pursuits, such as careers. Surely, they should already have landed their respective careers despite wielding immense wealth that could probably last for generations.

You ignore the growing ache in your chest, refusing to acknowledge the familiar longing for them. This is exactly what you wanted — for them to leave you for good, but needles seem to be endlessly piercing through your bleeding heart, and the only way to stop this unabating maelstrom within you is to curb your ego and admit to yourself that you still want them.

You clench your fist that is resting on your thigh, embittered by the fact that you are once again thrown into a dilemma with your emotions tangled in a web. When your eyes shift to your best friends, something pulls at the strings in your heart as you dispiritedly wonder whether or not they will be revolted at you like they once were if you vent out your repressing feelings to them.

“Y/N, a penny for your thoughts?” Jennifer’s voice breaks through the rumination you are in, pulling you back into the bleak reality. Your eyes lock with Jennifer, who is sitting across from you and whose eyes show genuine concern. “You keep spacing out, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so stressed since─” She pauses, grimacing as she doesn’t wish to trigger you. “Well, you know.”

You bite down your lip, your eyes shifting elsewhere other than their curious yet concerned eyes, contemplating whether to let them know, but you trust them and no doubt that they will support you.

A sigh leaves your lips. “Something happened two nights ago.” And so you begin to unravel every piece, not missing out any details while they surprisingly listen without interrupting you, and just as you expect, genuine shock that laces the anger is written across their features, whereas Jennifes doesn’t look as shocked, almost as if she knows something, but you brush it off.

Of course, you also include the fact that you slept with them, but not into depth, and by that, you mean the part where you actually have a twisted fantasy about getting fucked by masked men. You don’t want to potentially aggravate the situation, especially when they look a little less appalled.

As soon as you finish, you clasp your hands together on the table as you look down, unable to muster the courage to look at the possible revulsion on their countenance, just as you feel towards yourself. So much for betraying your own resolve.

“You girls probably hate me for going against my word.” You mutter, your eyes hardening as your mind is once again your enemy, rebuking you incessantly. “I know I can’t blame the alcohol entirely.”

“We don’t hate you, Y/N.” Wonyoung, who has been sitting next to you, reaches out to grab your slightly trembling cold hand in her grasp, prompting you to lift your head up slowly to meet her kind eyes. “If you think that we’re going to condemn and shame you, then you’re wrong. I mean, yes, we’re shocked and in disbelief that they somehow managed to find you here, but honestly, our feelings don’t matter. I think I can say for Karina and Jen that we no longer give a damn about the ex-leaders.”

“Plus, we’ve already known that they were not entirely responsible for what happened a year ago.” Karina seems to be treading with her words carefully as she examines your face. “Wony’s right. Our feelings don’t matter when it comes to this, but what matters most is your feelings. You told us the details, but you never really told us about how you’re feeling.”

You can feel every bit of your once steely resolve crumbling as you so desperately cling onto those bits. “I don’t know what to feel. All my emotions are going haywire.” You tell them sincerely, your eyes turning crestfallen. “I know I said that I wanted to wipe the slate clean and never looked back to my past, but now that they’re here, I don’t know what to do.” You continue to pour out bits of your pent-up emotions, your face appearing in such distress as you run your fingers through your hair. “What if they come back again? Should I pretend to ignore their existence? Should I hurt them with words?”

The three ladies exchange meaningful glances before Jennifer takes initiative as she leans her body forward with heedful attention, her stern yet kind eyes ensnaring you. “We’re in no position to tell you what to do, but we can only advise you to follow your heart’s desires.”

“But I can’t. I don’t want to.” You say, frustration bubbling within you while devastation storms in your gaze. “If I follow what my heart desires, then I’ll be betraying my own promises, and I don’t want any toxicity in my new life here. I’ve had enough of that. I deserve better.”

“Yes, you deserve so much better, but Y/N,” Karina pauses, her hesitation is obvious in the way she looks at you. “Do you still love them?”

The one mistake you make is the fact that you hesitate as soon as the question leaves her lips. After a couple beats of silence, you decide to respond, but the tremor in your voice is palpable. “No, I don’t. I stopped loving them after what happened.”

“A year later, and you still suck at lying.” Jennifer points out rather amusingly. “I love you, but you gotta stop being in denial.”

“I’m not in denial.” You retort vehemently, shooting her a scowl. “I meant what I said. I don’t love them.”

“And I’m getting married, so we’re both liars, then.” Wonyoung remarks, raising an eyebrow at you. “We’re not buying any of your words, Y/N.”

“Come on. Just admit it.” Karina presses, and you can feel the last of your patience stretching so thinly. “Why are you so afraid of admitting it?”

Alas, something inside of you finally snaps, your eyes going ablaze with unrestrained vehemence of ire that blends with the sheer vulnerability, taking them by surprise. “Fine, you want to know why I’m so afraid? It’s because if I admit it, then it’ll be the end of me, and I can’t allow that to happen.” Your voice shakes palpably with a torrent of emotions. “I lost myself once, all because I was so desperate and foolishly hoping for them to reciprocate what I felt for them. I refuse to lose myself for another time.”

Jennifer’s eyes soften. “Y/N─”

You shake your head at her, looking away from them as you quickly blink the accumulating tears that glisten in your eyes. “I don’t want to love again, which is why I’ve told you girls that I had no interest in dating. I’ll only hurt myself by my own expectations.”

“We’re sorry, Y/N.” Karina tells you sincerely, her tone sounding apologetic. “We knew how much they meant to you.”

Wonyoung reaches out to squeeze your shoulder in a comforting support. “We respect your decision in whatever you choose to do. Just do what you think is right and best for you.”

Jennifer offers you a small smile that seems to temporarily ease your nerves. “We’re here to support you, Y/N, even if you choose to return to them.”

“Thank you, girls, really.” You cast them a faint smile, feeling a tad overwhelmed by their reaffirmation support. A sigh leaves your lips before the familiar steel of resolve returns to your demeanour as you finally align with your rationality. “Now I know what to do next.”

Even if it means breaking your own heart that remains beating in a familiar longing cadence for them.

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After sending Karina and Wonyoung back to their hotel apartment, Jennifer, who thankfully is the only one in your circle to pass her driver’s license, drives you back to yours, as she has already told you beforehand that she intended to have a sleepover at your crib after so long.

Plus, it is a great opportunity for you to desist from ruminating in your dilemma since Jennifer has generously bought two finest bottles of wine, which you were shocked to learn about the prices, but nevertheless, Jennifer wasn’t deterred in the slightest. Perks of being a nepo baby, you think.

“So, I was thinking that maybe we could watch gossip girls, and yes, I know I’ve watched it before, but you haven’t,” Jennifer continues to blabber, even as you two board the elevator to head to your floor, for which you are grateful as you feel the last of your fraying nerves ebbing away.

It isn’t long when the two of you finally reach the floor of your apartment, but as you are nearing your unit, your steps feel heavier in a trice and dreadful turmoil within you, to which you have no idea why. With your slightly trembling hand, you search for the key card in your purse while Jennifer is in the middle of texting on her phone, completely oblivious to the mounting tension in the air.

You nearly fumble with tapping the key card on the smart lock, earning you an inquisitive eyebrow raised from Jennifer as her attention shifts from her phone, to which you simply ignore as you slowly push down the handle, allowing Jennifer to enter first.

“First things first, I’m feeling hungry, so I’m ordering food.” Jennifer says as she busily removes her heels to place them in the shoe compartment before grabbing for the house shoes, which you bought a few extra in case there are visitors. She casts a questioning look over her shoulder as you switch the buttons on, prompting illumination to cast a glow in your apartment before the two of you advance further. “Do you want any?”

Just as you intend to give her your answer, Jennifer stops dead in her tracks, looking genuinely staggered while her eyes are staring straight ahead, compelling you to shift your attention to the same axis as hers, and just like that, you completely understand why there is a persistent turmoil within you.

Although you feel a tad staggered, annoyance and anger seize over you, as evident in the way your icy eyes are glaring, because in your line of sight are the very individuals whom you thought had departed from your life after not seeing them for two days.

“Oh, um, I’m just gonna─” It painfully astounds you to see Jennifer being out of her assertive element as you hear a distinct crack in her voice and the way she casts you a look with a small smile that looks awful-like a grimace. “I’ll see myself in the guest room while you─er─” She gestures her hand in a moving motion between you and them.

Upon receiving a deadly silence emanating from your brooding figure, Jennifer barrels in the direction of the guest room, her legs a guiding memory, now leaving you alone with them.

As the frigid silence persists that weighs heavily in the air, you take this moment to study their stark appearance under these illuminations, which you didn’t have the chance to two nights ago with the exception of two of them whom you had seen at the Milan fashion week, and as you do, you can feel your heart breaking bit by bit that is taking its splintering effect on your steely resolve. 

Jake, who is nearest to you, captures your initial attention, and in the way his body language seems to insinuate his self-restraint in laying a hold of you since he is just within an arm's reach if he takes another step. His raven locks look trimmed but are still familiarly irresistible, to which your fingers are itching to run through them. You can feel the strings in your heart pulling painfully as you notice how he seems to have lost weight on his face as well as his eyes that were once gleaming with wonted mirth and mischief have lost their sparks.

Sunghoon is standing by the balcony with his hands tucked in the pockets of his jeans, his posture displaying such nonchalance that parallels his dour countenance, but even you can discern the familiar longing in his eyes amplified at the moment your eyes lock with his, betraying his impassiveness. His raven strands fall over his thick brows, tempting you to brush them away like you once did. As your eyes roam around his features to scrutinise, you wonder when was the last time he ever smiled genuinely.

A few distance away, Jay’s figure seems imposing as he stands directly across from you with his lower back leaning against the couch’s armrest and one hand tucked inside the pocket of his jacket. His sharp flinty eyes compel you, locking you in place with his sharp flinty eyes, but you can see that his wintry facade melts, causing his features to soften with a familiar tenderness reserved only for you. 

When your eyes flicker over to Heeseung, who is leaning behind against the wall next to the balcony with his arms folded across his chest, your heart that has been beating in a familiar cadence seems to amplify. His mere presence is enough to dominate the entire room while his silence is resounding. Like a siren’s serenade, he easily ensnares you with his eyes that hold unfathomable emotions.

They look devastatingly as handsome as they were, maybe even more, but there is a certain ambience they exude that corresponds to one another.

Sensing a gradual shift in your demeanour, you strengthen the walls you built to protect your mended heart that coarsen a callousness in your facade, refusing for them to allow just the slightest glimpse of your vulnerability that derives from the feelings your weeping heart still harbours.

You adopt an intimidating stance, your arms folded below your chest while your eyes hold a glaring detachment, displaying your unbending resolution, which is to drive them away from your life for good.

“I thought I made it clear in that note when I told you to stay away from me.” You start off, your flinty tone sounds awfully foreign to them, just as you look at them now, and they hate it. “You already got what you wanted two nights ago, so what do you want from me?”

“Don’t you still get it? We want you.” Jay speaks for his best friends, but even the determination coming out strong in the way he enunciates their correlative intention is not resonating enough to coax your tenacity.

You click your tongue in annoyance, your icily glaring eyes are in sheer disbelief. “If that’s what you came here for, then you’ve just wasted your time.”

“Why are you being like this?” Jake voices out, drawing your attention to his eyes that glisten with emotions despite his composure while your heart clenches in return. “Please, sweetheart, we want you to return to us. That’s all we want.”

“Bolt of you to assume that I would return to you.” You scoff, rolling your eyes as you maintain your established resolve that is teetering dangerously. “You can’t just waltz back into my life after what happened.”

“We didn’t stop searching for you after you left, even when we thought there would be no hope.” Heeseung says quietly, but the gravity in his tone resonates with you, prompting you to meet his dark intent eyes. “We went through lengths just to get to where you were. We came to Milan solely for you.”

“Well, that’s on you, then. I didn’t ask for you to do all of that.” There is a certain edge in your tone, adding to the rising tension that is nearly palpable between you and them. “I didn’t even ask for you to search for me when the whole purpose was to get away from the very place that brought me misery.”

“You’re right, but for you, we would do anything. You should’ve known this, princess.” Sunghoon leans away from the balcony to saunter forward as he looks at you sternly. “We would do anything to get you back.”

This time, you fail to restrain your brewing ire, your arms falling to your sides as you clench a fist. “Do I look like I want to return to any of you?” You ask rhetorically with a derisive chuckle leaving your lips. “If you’re here to force me to accept you back, then I suggest you leave now. Don’t─” You pause, swallowing a painful lump in your throat as you muster the courage before forcing your voice with conviction. “Don’t make me hate you more than I already do. So please, leave.”

“I don’t understand you, Y/N.” Sunghoon displays his frustration towards you, his eyes hardening. “A year ago, Sunoo, Jungwon, and Riki already explained to you the truth, so what more do you want in order for you to return─”

Something inside of you finally snaps. “What I want is for you to fucking leave!” You raise your voice, your ire mingling with exasperation releases in a torrent of outburst as you continue. “I want you to leave me alone for good! I’m already happy with my life, and for once, everything that has happened in my life ever since I left Seoul is working out for me!” You refrain the tears that burn the back of your eyes from revealing your vulnerability. “I won’t allow any of you to destroy that─ to destroy me again.”

“Destroy you again?” Jay scoffs in disbelief, leaning away from the sofa. “I don’t understand why you even thought that we destroyed you when all we’ve done was show you that there was more to life than holding yourself back from unleashing what your heart truly desired.”

“Wasn’t that your goal when you decided to prey on me in the first place?” You bite back, your jaw locking while your chin wobbles with anger that overweighs the hurt as you recall. “You weren’t sincere with me and did it for the sake of your twisted tradition. You influenced me to become the worst version of myself when I should’ve been good─”

“But you were. You were always good, even to us, beloved.” Heeseung cuts you off, his mellow tone is so oddly overpowering that even you feel weakened, especially in the way his softened eyes are looking at you. “Forget about the preying. If we weren’t sincere with you, then we wouldn’t fly across the globe to find you.”

“Please, sweetheart.” Jake takes a daring step forward, causing you to back away while you ignore the disappointment flicker in his gaze. “We also came here to ask for your forgiveness, so please give us another chance.”

A shaky breath leaves your lips. “I forgive you.” You declare with the utmost sincerity, sparking hopes in their chest, but your face shows no traces of reconciliation. “Now you got what you came for, so leave me alone.”

“We thought you’d accept us back, and we thought you’d be fine with us now.” Sunghoon’s frustration is more than apparent in the way he speaks to you, reminding you the times when he was insufferable. “Two nights ago, you wanted us, and you let us fuck you. Is this your way to play mind games with us?”

“It’s true I wanted you to fuck me that night, but it was nothing too personal. Can you blame me for not getting someone to fuck me as good as you did?” Piercing mockery laces your tone, aligning with the cruelty that forms a smirk on your tinted lips as you revel in the way they look evidently hurt and angry at the thought of you sleeping with someone else. ”Don’t be mad, now. It was only fair that I do the same thing like you did to me in the past. I mean, you did prey on me to use me and get me to be your personal slut.”

“You’re so cruel, baby.” Jay mutters, his steely demeanour melting into something that displays a rare vulnerability. “You have no idea how miserable we felt after you left. You didn’t even give us some heads up, unlike you did with Sunoo, Jungwon, and Riki.”

“You have no right to feel miserable, especially when you weren’t the ones who received such dehumanising words thrown at you every single day!” You retort vehemently, and this time, tears prickle in your eyes at the recollection. “So now you’re blaming me when you could’ve come and told me the truth yourself about the entire thing instead of them!”

Sunghoon scoffs in disbelief, his chiselled jaw tightening afterwards while his eyes level with your glaring ones. “But would you even have listened to us, let alone seen us?”

“But you could’ve tried! If you wanted me that bad, then you should’ve tried harder!” You hold back a sob, your voice trembling as you pour out the things you held back for a long time. “But no, you didn’t even bother to reach out to me for days when I thought that you were the ones entirely responsible for what happened!”

“We were busy searching for Taehyun when we thought he was the mastermind before we finally found out about Beomgyu.” Heeseung saunters forward in your direction, intending to comfort you as the hurt written all over your face hits him in the gut. Heeseung exchanges glances with his best friends, who give him collective nods. “It’s not only that, but we felt guilty because we didn’t listen to you in the first place to delete them, so we couldn’t face you, and we doubted that you wanted to see our faces.”

You hear him, you hear his reasoning, and a part of you knows that you can’t blame him for their doubts in the first place, as things back then were taut with agonising tension. Your sensibility is convincing you that they were being considerate and didn’t want to aggravate the situation back then. Maybe if communication was anchored between you and them, then you would not have felt as deeply wounded as you were.

The four of them observe you, noticing that you seem to grapple with your emotions and how things got escalated. They wish to comfort you and embrace you like they used to, but they heard you. They heard the clarity in your hatred for them.

You blink your tears away, trying your utmost not to crumble in front of them after all the efforts you built yourself into becoming the better and stronger version of yourself, unlike the old Y/N Kang.

Rallying your frayed nerves, you muster the courage to look at them dead in the eyes, and yet, your eyes are conveying such a plea that renders them devastated once more. “I’m tired, and it’s been a long day. I don’t want to keep arguing with you like this, so please.” Your shaky voice betrays your tenacity. “Please leave.”

Reluctancy holds them back, and they so desperately want to fix everything they have broken, but they know that they can’t do it just overnight. Jake dares himself to try to reach out to you, but the sound of footsteps garners their attention to Jennifer, who, unbeknownst to you, has heard everything, ambling into the living room.

Jennifer’s presence provides you little comfort, but it is enough for you to lean slightly towards her moral support. Her icily glaring eyes as she stares at them convey a silent message to the four to leave, and it is final.

Eventually, they have no choice but to concede, seeing their way out, but as they brush past you, they struggle to fight against their instinctive urges to hold you close. You look away from them while their distinctive cologne infiltrating your senses seems to bring more memories that taunt you in your head.

As soon as the door closes, Jennifer’s austere demeanour melts, replaced by the usual protectiveness and concern for you as she advances towards you. “Y/N─”

“I’m fine, Jen.” You insist strongly, giving her a tight smile before you make your way to the kitchen island. “What I need is that wine you bought.”

It isn’t long until you and Jennifer settle by the kitchen island, silence engulfing both of you that feels painfully foreign, but after what happened just before this, it just doesn’t feel right to resort to normalcy.

As Jennifer places down her empty glass, she bites down her lips, contemplating whether or not to let you know. A sigh leaves her lips as she has decided. “I eavesdropped on you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. It doesn’t matter either.” You state bluntly, while your nonchalance only makes Jennifer feel sceptical. Your hollow eyes are staring into oblivion. “We’re done for good, anyway.”

“I doubt that. As much as I don’t like them, I know that they’ll come back to you again soon.” Jennifer says, treading with her words carefully.

“Please, Jen, let’s not have a conversation about them. We’re here to have fun and drink away our sorrows.” You chuckle dryly before meeting her concerned eyes. You shoot her a lopsided smile, raising the glass of wine leisurely in the air. “Here’s a toast to my past trying to fuck me up again. Besides, there is nothing better than to drown your heartbreak with wine. 

But it doesn’t get better, as their stark absence from your apartment only seems to hurt you instead of relieving you.

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SYNOPSIS: you think you know someone until the odd patterns in their behaviour become alarmingly discernible, and that's exactly what you are experiencing. your boyfriend is the most perfect guy you could've ever dreamed of, and you are more than blessed to be with someone like him, considering that this is your first relationship ever. however, as time passes, you begin to notice how progressively different he becomes, evoking such a qualm within you that affects the trust you had for him. alas, layers of secrets unravel while the stark truth leaves you entirely flabbergasted, but not as equally dreadful as you come face-to-face with the triple threat.

PAIRING: lee heeseung(s) x fem!reader

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), adulthood, reverse harem, dark themes

WARNING(S): indicated on each part

TEASER WORD COUNT: 2k

RUBY'S NOTE: got the inspiration from this one tiktok (the og triple threat book) that @yzzyhee sent to me, and this fic is dedicated to her 🫶🏻 thank you bestie for always entertaining my spams and shi🥹ilysm🤍and i hope this mini series won't turn out to be a flop🙏🏻also the teaser is boring but do wait for the other parts <3

RELEASE DATE: 31st July 2024

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➤ PART ONE

➤ PART TWO

➤ PART THREE

➤ PART FOUR

Months ago, you were quite literally living the quintessential life that most were naturally envious of — a new job under an illustrious firm that equitably endowed its employees with an abundance of opportunities to showcase their prowess and competencies, an income with a bountiful bonus that granted you stability in this steep economy, a homey apartment that was once your sanctuary, surrounded by great friends who unequivocally shown and given you the moral support you needed, the perfect boyfriend you could have ever asked for — you had everything and you were beyond grateful.

Keyword: Had. You should have known that someday, everything would crumble and result in you losing it all with a snap of your fingers before you could even cherish deeply — your career, your friends, and your boyfriend, whom you once thought was the perfect boyfriend to ever exist.

Oh, you never dreamed of losing your boyfriend, most especially. He was your everything, and you even devoted your life to him.

Well, at least the version of him you thought was your everything until he became the very catalyst behind your downfall, or in this case, there are three versions of him, quite figuratively and literally.

If you had known about his true nature earlier, or rather their true nature, then you would have left sooner and likely flew abroad where they could never find you. 

It is beyond you that their obsession over you has grown into something so intoxicating and darker, hurling you into the abysmal depths of their beguiling depravity, for which you fear that there is no possible way out.

Just as you are now, in the present, having been confined in this luxurious villa that you are now familiar with, and according to them, this is your new home until forever. 

Although there are amenities for you to take advantage of and indulge yourself in, how can you even enjoy anything when you are here against your will in the first place?

Of course, you tried escaping on impulse initially, which was a big mistake on your part as your attempt ensued in them tightening the security impeccably. Unfortunately for them, your rebellion remains a fervid streak, inciting you to defy them, and honestly, a part of you genuinely wants to push their limits to see how long they can handle you.

Hence, you decide to devise another escape plan, to which you admit that it is foolishly crazy, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and you would rather die than never trying at all.

First things first, you need to get the hell out of this villa. The doors that allow access to the second step of your freedom are secured with the smart padlocked, and the last time you tried escaping through the fairly big window in the kitchen, you had fallen right into the bushes with a now-faint scar on your cheek, so every window is locked as well, leaving you to venture to other parts of the villa to find any other unattended windows.

Thankfully, they left out one of the guest rooms, and even better when there is a balcony, so you set the plan in motion, now tightening the rope around your waist, which you had found miraculously in one of the drawers and modified it to facilitate your escape.

After securing the knot around the balustrade for another time, you peer down and swallow a lump in your throat, heeding to the fact that their second floor is rather higher than expected, but you know you must overcome your fear.

Your heart begins to palpitate as soon as your ears perk up at the faint commotion from behind the door, to which you groan as you have forgotten to lock it. The sound of footsteps prompts you to expeditiously advance further, moving over to the side where there is a pillar constructed from the second floor of the balcony to the first floor. 

Thanks to your rock-climbing skills, albeit rusty as it has been years since your father brought you and engaged in rock-climbing activity at the gym facilities, you miraculously manage to execute your plan rather smoothly as you finally reach the first floor despite the pain around your waist and the tremendous ache in your arms due to maintaining momentum with supporting your own weight.

You quickly untie the rope around your waist as you hear the revving engine just a few distance away, and you know that you are dangerously near the garage. Your eyes squint at the opulent gates that encompass the entire villa.

“Shit.” You cuss at yourself for making a mistake by not searching and possessing another rope for you to climb over the gates. Shaking your head, you proceed on anyway, following your better instinct as you stealthily make your moves.

“Where the fuck is she?” You nearly release a startled gasp as soon as you hear his irate tone, and you quickly hide behind a pillar with your hand covering your mouth. You ignore the fact that you actually find him attractive whenever he loses his temper, which happens rarely. “You had one job, and that was to look after her, but you fucked it up.”

You hear your ex-boyfriend scoffing in disbelief while the turmoil within you only seems to intensify as you can discern the heated tension in the air that is orchestrated by your rebellion once more. “Will you relax? They don’t even know that she’s here. I’m sure she’s still somewhere within our radar and trying to escape again.”

“Then go find her, damn it.” As soon as he says so, you have every intention to head in the other direction, going as stealthily as you can, but your better instinct is urging you to retreat for some reason.

Before you can take heed, you turn around the corner, only to bump into a solid figure with his familiar cologne infiltrating your senses that are now alarmingly heightened.

“Here you are, darling.” His usual mirth carries an undercurrent of danger, and when you slowly lift your gaze to look at him, your heart skips a beat at his darkened eyes and his lips curling into a devilish grin. “Trying to escape again now, are we?”

Just when you decide to run away, he grabs you by the arm and manoeuvres you in a way that has your brain going fuzzy at how things escalated for the worse, and you find yourself being carried over his shoulder with his arm securing around your waist.

“Evan! Let go of me!” You begin to throw a hissy fit, punching his back with your legs swinging in defiance, and he remains undeterred, as though he is accustomed to your tantrum. 

“Darling, I really don’t want to do this, but you’re getting on my nerves.” Evan says, and before you know it, he silences you with a smack on your now-stinging bum, leaving you flabbergasted while your cheeks flare with humiliation. “You’re in a whole lot of trouble.”

As soon as he enters the villa through the backdoor, you are deprived of any retaliation or any means of defence against the triple threat, because before you know it, Evan has thrown you on the sectional couch without any thought of carefulness while his brothers have awaited your presence.

Your eyes flicker to each of their austere countenance, and it is still surreal to you at how eerily they look identical without any flaws. Their imposing figure causes you to make an attempt by scrambling backward, the hem of your skirt hiking up, and bringing their attention to your enticing exposed legs.

“Oh, baby, why bother trying again when you know you can never escape?” Your ex-boyfriend casts you a smirk, the cruelty gleaming in his eyes causes your heart to clench, refusing to believe that he had changed completely into a whole different person.

A whimper leaves your lips before you can seal it. “Please just let me go—”

You stop mid-sentence when one of them storms over to you, and before you can escape the path of his wrath, he has you pinned down on the couch, hovering on top of you and preventing you any form of potential escape, especially with your wrists being binded by his large hand as he places them above your head.

“Do you have any idea how worried I was? I thought they got you—” For the first time ever, you catch a glimpse of fear amidst the vulnerability he accidentally unveils before he quickly masks it with his usual frigid austerity, his jaw clenching while his dark eyes penetrate into your widened ones. “You just couldn’t go a day without trying to stir trouble. Fuck, you really love to test our patience, don't you?” He growls.

“Ethan—” You whimper, intending to plead with him as you begin to tremble beneath him and how his brewing ire is suffocating you, to which you know you fucked up big time now, because Ethan rarely gets angry at you even after your previous attempts at escaping.

“I think our pretty girl needs to be taught a lesson, don’t you agree?” Heeseung inquires in a wicked rhetorical manner, his smirk aligning with the arousing lust in his eyes that has your breath hitched in your throat.

“I promise I won’t do it again!” But your words go unheard by them as Ethan manoeuvres you into a position where you find yourself being settled over his lap, facing down the couch with your ass being perked up.

“Since Darling loves playing with ropes, she’ll have them.” You feel Evan dexterously tying your arms together from behind, preventing you any possible way to elude your long-awaited punishment. 

Feeling your skirt being bunched up to expose your ass, your fear is soon eclipsed by anger, never mind the fact that you can feel your arousal dripping along the walls with your cunt clenching in anticipation.

“You know what? Screw all of you!” You retaliate, squirming lightly on Ethan’s lap. “You think that this lame ass punishment can set me straight? You guys are so—”

A weighted palm lands on the flesh of your bum in such an impact that it has you gasping at the painful sensation rippling through you as it blends with your raging arousal.

“Lame ass punishment, you say?” Ethan’s tone sounds eerily calm, and you know better than to be deceived by his composure, because the next thing he does is bring down his palm to slap your ass cheek, the sound echoing in the living room that paints your cheeks in utter humiliation, and yet it is one that amplifies your libido. “Let’s see if you’re going to talk back again after this.”

“Ethan.” You accidentally moan out as soon as he spanks you again, your sweet sound going straight to their cocks as they slowly go up beneath the slacks. “Ethan, please.” You squirm, and this time, you desire for him to relieve your lust.

“This is your punishment, so why are you getting wet, sweetheart?” Ethan hums, his fingers strumming along your clothed cunt, and the material has a noticeable wet patch in the centre. “You must’ve wanted our attention so badly, right? That’s why you did what you did.”

“N-No!” You gasp at the sensation of his fingers sliding underneath your underwear to slowly plunge into your cunt, your slick folds serving as lubricant. “Fuck, Ethan.” You moan out, your cunt clenching around him as he keeps scissoring you.

“I’m not going to make you cum. You’re only going to take what we give you.” Ethan muses, finding the perfect pace to taunt you as he thrusts his fingers into your tight yet inviting cunt. “And since you insulted us, you’re going to let Evan fuck his cock in your mouth.”

Your mouth nearly salivates at the thought of taking Evan once more while your eyes are fogging with lust. As his shadow looms over your figure, you look up, only to see his dark eyes that mirror the emotions in your eyes, and perhaps even more wicked.

With a smirk forming on his lips upon seeing the glinting anticipation in your eyes, Evan slowly unzips his pants in the most tantalising way that nearly has you whining. “I know you’re hungry for cock, so open your lovely mouth wide for me, my darling.”

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pairing: idol!lee heeseung x non-idol!f!reader

summary: when your boyfriend of almost eight years cheats on you your senior year of university, you decide that you’re done with anything and everything to do with love. that is, until you meet a guy who sings love songs for a living.

— THE LAST SCREENSHOT GLITCHED FOR SOME REASON ?? IM SORRY BUT IM NOT SEARCHING FOR THOSE SPECIFIC MESSAGES AGAIN 😭

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fifty three: IM GONNA STRANGLE YOU (affectionately)

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so cute!!!

delicate

pairing: lee heeseung x f!reader

word count: 15.6k

genre: fluff﹒angst

warnings: mature language, non-idol!au, high school!au, brothers best friend trope, reader is jay’s sister, ft. best friends jungwon and sunoo, jakehoon also make a couple appearances, shitty parents, insecurities, idiots to lovers also tbh, fake dating ? with wonie ?, heeseung being dumb and not using his context clues, underage drinking, allusions to sexual acts but nothing happens bc it just didn’t feel right with this fic, stayc sieun and sumin also make (1) appearance, isa too? but i use her government name, BEST BOY JUNGWON!!!, let me know if i missed anything :)

summary: everyone always held you to these high, stellar expectations, so when you start to fall short of them, you panic. out of fear of being exposed for half-assing your way through life, you ask lee heeseung, your older brother jay’s best friend, for help. you’d never really batted an eye in heeseung’s direction, but suddenly you’re forced to see him in a new light. and it changes everything.

more: good lord i don’t even know where to start. i began writing this back in february 2022, when i was first starting out on this blog and it’s insane how far i’ve come since then. there was a lot of trial and error and a LOT of waning out original ideas i had from the initial plot outline i made back then. (it started out as an nsfw idea and turned out completely different and way too wholesome for my brain to comprehend.) u can see the way my writing style changes throughout the fic, too. i think so sick really helped in a way bc i spent so much time talking, writing, and understanding heeseung— so that’s something that’s also noticeable i fear. this is the most i’ve ever written in my whole 9??? years of writing fanfiction and i’m so unbelievably proud of myself for pushing through despite losing motivation so many times in the process. i hope u all cherish and enjoy this fic as much as i do <3 also thanks @lvandrmoon for helping / betaing !

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autumn breeze, autumn leaves

pairing lee heeseung x f!reader

word count 986

genre fluff

warnings nothing really, this is really cutesy fluff for heeseung tbh, best friends to lovers, mentions jeongin from skz and jongho from ateez, sorry jongho btw, mentions of getting ghosted?? is that a warning??, a cute kiss scene, hee’s kind of a dork but nothing new he always is

summary just like the weather, your friendship with heeseung has changed.

more HEYYY my first finished entry for my 1k event!! i’m really proud of this cause i fr wrote it in like an hour 👍👍 anyways this was the request! here u go bff @lvandrmoon

the breeze brushes through your hair and forces you to wrap your arms around yourself, your cardigan doing nothing to help the chill running down your spine.

it was mid october and the weather was finally cooling down to the point that something more than a flimsy sweater is needed to stay warm outside. the bench beneath you is cold on the skin of your bare thighs, your skirt only covering so much. it’s really pretty today, the sun bright in the sky and the oranges and browns of the leaves look extra vibrant, littering your campus nicely.

you watch as other students pass by, some rushing to get to their next class and others leisurely strolling, most likely enjoying the scenery much like you. you think to yourself that this weather would go great with a hot cocoa and someone to cuddle up to, especially when you see the plethora of couples walking around today.

a warm body slides onto the bench beside you, its arm resting on the back. you look at him from your peripheral and can’t help the smile that creeps its way onto your face. he stares back at you, expression mirroring your own.

he looks so cute today, dressed in cargo pants and a flannel. you think your heart might stop right here and right now. his beauty was unmatched and it was gut wrenching how in love with him you were. you could look into his eyes for hours and never get tired. it sucked that all you’d ever be to him was just a friend.

you’ve known lee heeseung since you were 12 years old. you met him in 6th grade english class when your teacher assigned you as table partners. both of you were really awkward and didn’t know how to communicate with someone of the opposite gender. but when you finally had to work together on a project, it turned out the two of you had more in common than you thought. from then on, you became inseparable. no one ever saw heeseung without you and no one ever saw you without heeseung.

even as you grew older, went through puberty, went into high school, went into university, that fact never changed. nothing could come between you.

“good morning, y/n,” he finally says, stretching out his limbs a bit and then apologizing profusely when he almost trips someone. “how was your 8 am?”

“decent, i guess. i slept through the last 30 minutes.” you admit sheepishly.

he gasps dramatically, grabbing both of your shoulders and pulling you closer to him than what was deemed necessary. (not that him grabbing your shoulders in the first place was necessary.) your noses are only inches from touching and you can see the flecks of honey brown swimming in his mocha colored eyes from this proximity. you’ve never been this close to him in your near decade long friendship.

heeseung blinks at you, unsure what he should do. does he kiss you? does he push you away to save face and avoid ruining what you already have? does he confess his undying love to you? despite telling each other everything, there was one massive secret that lee heeseung was keeping from you. and it was how utterly and irrevocably in love he was with you.

he figured it out junior year of high school when yang jeongin asked you to be his date to homecoming. he didn’t know why it bothered him so much that someone else was taking you. he knew as your best friend, he should’ve been supportive. he knew he should’ve encouraged you, especially because you had been so upset over getting ghosted by choi jongho, who was a senior at the time. you were hoping that he’d ask you.

at first he thought the ugly feeling in his stomach stemmed from the fact that he considered jeongin one of his close friends and didn’t think to consult with him about asking you out first. then he thought it was because he was his friend, and he didn’t want to be forced to choose sides if things ended badly. he’d always pick your side anyway, even if you happened to be in the wrong. and that’s when he started spiraling and the realization hit him.

the tightness in his chest wasn’t because he was a protective best friend. it was simply because he was jealous. he was jealous that he wasn’t the one taking you. he was jealous that he wasn’t the one who was going to match his tie with your dress. he was jealous that he wasn’t the one you were going to cling to all night. and it was because he was in love with you.

so as you both sit here on this bench in the middle of campus, gazing into each other’s eyes filled with too many emotions to decipher and leaves falling around you, you come to a collective decision wordlessly. heeseung leans into you slowly and you follow his lead, afraid of making the wrong move and messing everything up.

the wind blows by again and you shiver, causing him to move his hands from your shoulders to cup your cheeks, his thumbs caressing the skin to warm you up as best he can. his eyes dart from yours to your lips, a silent question that has you nodding almost desperately.

when your lips meet, you think to yourself that you can die a happy woman. a delightful buzz courses through your veins all the way to your fingertips. you don’t even feel cold anymore, hot to the touch from kissing heeseung. you wish you could freeze time and stay in this moment forever, holding onto each other like you were the other’s lifeline. everything feels complete for once, like you’ve finally found the missing piece of a puzzle you couldn’t solve.

and heeseung feels the exact same way.

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“give me a second.”

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pairing: gamer! heeseung x gn! reader ↬ tags: gamer! sunoo + niki mentioned, late night gaming

summary: it’s okay if heeseung’s gaming session was cut short; you are more important word count: 483 words

a/n: i remember this happening whilst i was calling a friend and that greatly inspired this one! enjoy

the clock at the corner of his table shone a bright 2:05 am. he’s been gaming for 4 hours. heeseung raised his hands up to the sky, stretching while letting out a muffled yawn. 

“you should go to sleep heeseung hyung. you’re getting old.” niki tease the older and heeseung huffed, “hey, you’re the one who needs more sleep kid. besides i’ve pulled more all-nighters than you think.” he confidently replied, leaning back into his chair. heeseung cast his glance into the dark night scene, peering at the dull clouds hanging low in the sky. 

“how about another round?” sunoo suggested. “wait, let me just bring in the laundry.” 

this caused both niki and sunoo to laugh at the sudden interjection. “i’ll be back.” “back from his old man duties.” sunoo stifled his laughter and heeseung commented, dead-panned, “i heard you kim sunoo. you better watch out because i’m going to have the victory.” 

with that, he removed his headset, placing it down carefully in front of his setup. moving quickly, he huffed as he pushed the sliding doors to the balcony open. peering at the steadily moving clouds, heeseung pulled the clothes rack into the living room, the sound of the analog clock softly ticked away in the background. 

“h-heeseung...?” he spun around so fast he thought he was going to have whiplash. you stood in the hallway, eyelids half-closed. “why are you up? what happened?” heeseung wondered if his gaming got a little too rowdy. 

he closed the distance between the two of you and was about to apologize for being too loud. however, heeseung noticed the unshed tears in your eyes and he immediately fussed over you, “why...what happened?” you grabbed onto him, fingers clutching his hoodie as you buried your face into his sturdy chest. 

“are you okay? hey...are you crying?” heeseung’s free hand brushed the stray strands of hair out of your face, trying to get a good look at you. however you just shook your head, arms tightening around his waist. 

“did you have a nightmare?” he slightly swayed you back and forth, his hands stroking a rhythmic pattern on your back. “was it the lightning?” 

“i-i don’t know.” “it’s okay. i’ll be with you.” remembering that he was still in a call, he lightly tipped your face up so he was looking at you, “give me a second.” quickly going back to his seat, heeseung announced his presence, “hey guys, i think i’m going to have to stop playing tonight.” 

“we could hear. you didn’t mute earlier.” sunoo explained. “yeah, it’s okay hyung. we can play tomorrow.” niki assured him and heeseung heaved a sigh of relief. “thanks for understanding. alright then, you two don’t stay up too late too.” heeseung left the call and made a quick work of switching off all electronics in his workspace. 

“let’s go to bed. i’ll tuck us in.”

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your attention, please

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pairing: bf! heeseung x gn! reader

↬ tags: school! au (leaning towards university), i can imagine this happening pleasee, not well written but i think it's cheesy (i originally wanted to tap in on mental load in couples because i found that meaningful but i couldn't fit that concept entirely in there)

summary: heeseung wants to take you out on a date, but you're too busy looking at the things that are not him

word count: 539 words

“looking at this diagram, we can then derive…”

heeseung easily tuned out the lecture, choosing to steal glances at you. you sat to his right, studiously taking down relevant notes while he was…well, looking at you. Inching a little closer, he made sure that his fidgeting hasn’t caught your attention, as he leans towards you. 

“you’ve got something to say?” you whispered under your breath, your eyes darting from the whiteboard to your notes.

“nope. i love you.” he whispered back, his right elbow shuffling closer so that it touched yours. he watched as you smiled to yourself, shaking your head whilst highlighting several keywords. 

“you aren’t gonna pay attention? it’s important, you know.” you lightly chided, this time gazing at him and his heart skips a beat.

“you’re just as important and i rather stare at you than hear professor park drone on about some formula.” heeseung playfully retorted back and you rolled your eyes, left hand coming up to rest on his thigh. 

“okay class, now about the upcoming mid-terms…here are some reminders…” you immediately took your hands off and resumed scribbling and heeseung nearly pouts at the warmth lost. he huffed, moving unbearably close to you. he side-eyes the things being written down, the dates you circled repeatedly and the content that was added bullet point after bullet point. 

the same information was definitely gonna be disseminated through the class group chat anyways: he knows the class president well enough to “extort” notes easily.

yet you always tell him to start paying attention in class, but heeseung can’t really care; he was just glad to be with you.

speaking of which…

picking up his own pen, he writes down “DATE???”, before ripping the page of his notebook and pushing the paper towards you. his action caught your attention and you raised an eyebrow at the paper, before directing it to him. 

a date? you mouthed. yeah, you and me. study date if you want. he mouthed back. 

your focus was back on the scrap of paper and he already saw the cogs in your head whirring. heeseung knows you don't really like sudden surprises or abrupt changes to your plan, so saying it today would technically give him…about 3-4 buffer days.

he wrote down, “your favorite cafe, this weekend” and eyed your expression. you perked up, yet seriously considered it for a few seconds, and knowing you, giving it thought means he has room for a little negotiation. 

“okay, what…” you hesitated. he stood a chance!

you gestured for him to lower his voice, yet there was only much he could do to contain his excitement. 

he spoke in hushed tones, happiness coursing through his veins, "we can get whatever you want to eat! oh, that reminds me there's a new menu coming out too so we can check it out. what do you say?" heeseung nodded, trying to get approval. you seemed satisfied with his answer and nodded back, all while smiling.

"and...you can wear that fit you had just gotten over the weekends. i know you've been dying to wear that out." judging by your new level of excitement, heeseung knows he won you over.

"you're gonna match?" "yeah of course! anything with you."

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signed, your roomie

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pairing: dormmate + trainee! heeseung x dormmate + trainee! reader

↬ tags: heeseung and reader are trainees, slice of life perhaps, banter!!, reader being a little sarcastic but reader always means well, blossoming friendship <3

summary: heseung finds solace in the small (and sarcastic) things you do for him as a fellow dormmate

heeseung has been cooped up in the room, music score sheets scattered and strewn around him in addition to his computer application glaring brightly back at him. he registers the 2 quick knocks on his door through the sound playing from his headphones and he removes them. the songwriting and composing can wait.

upon opening the door, he spots a thermal bottle and a sticky note attached to it.

you were making so much noise yesterday, i got you this drink so you can make better music with that dying throat of yours - signed, your roomie

outside the sun has risen, he notes as he sips the herbal tea gratefully, warming up from the steam generated, he glances at your timetable on the wall by habit even though he knew you had 8am dance practice and had already left the house.

he flips the post-it over and finds more written by you.

i made too much sandwiches yesterday. throw it in the microwave and have it for breakfast. or leave it to grow mold in your gym bag just like the previous one. ew... - again, your roomie

for the first time in a few days, heeseung finds himself smiling at your letter.

despite the harsh words written, he feels the tea warming his insides at the memory of your utter shock and disappointment when he sheepishly pulled out a discolored toast from a week back, the very one he asked you to make one fine morning. shuffling back into his room, he files the post-it note away, just as he always has.

his phone dings softly atop his notebook and he spots another text from you. heeseung nearly chokes from the content of your message, smile widening even further. his fingers land on the screen as if he could physically pluck out the message and keep it with him.

you: don't forget that the mr "i expect everyone to be early" park is coming, so you better be on time you: i'm not covering for you again, okay??? you: i can see that you're online you dummy you: whatever. come to the company safely

he simply reacts with an emoticon, rolling his eyes when you left him on read. gazing at the clock, he unfortunately realizes you were right, he better get a move on if he wanted to avoid being tardy.

heeseung quickly freshens up, throwing on whatever clean clothes he has and slipping on his worn-out shoes. grabbing his gym bag, he hurriedly shuts the door close, making sure to check the lock again because you scolded him badly once.

he starts his light jog (he totally was gonna be late) towards the company a few blocks down, the headphones atop his head producing scratchy music from how long he's been procrastinating to change to a better one.

heeseung felt his phone buzz in his pocket, no doubt from you asking where he was, but he ignores it and speeds up just in time to make it to the crossing that was blinking green.

as soon as he enters the building, he taps in with his trainee pass and dashes for the staircase up to the dance studio. bursting through the doors, he makes eye contact with you first, before greeting the other trainees in the room, stashing his bag at the side of the room beside yours. the hair on the back of his neck stands and he just knows that you have your stare pinned on him.

the teacher steps into the room a mere second later and he pretends to look like he did not just arrive on the dot, nonchalantly stretching beside you. he spots the mirthless expression on your features, no doubt trying to hold back laughter as you fell into place with heeseung at the back of the class.

you whispered lowly amidst the warm up music blasting from the speakers, "glad to see you made it on time." the emphasis didn't go unnoticed by heeseung and he shakes his head. upon seeing the satisfied upside-down-smirk playing on your lips, he thinks he couldn't have asked for a better dormmate and friend.

"almost didn't if you hadn't knocked on my door."

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pairing: dormmate + trainee! heeseung x dormmate + trainee! reader

↬ tags: heeseung and reader are trainees, slice of life perhaps, banter!!, reader being a little sarcastic but reader always means well, blossoming friendship <3

summary: heseung finds solace in the small (and sarcastic) things you do for him as a fellow dormmate

heeseung has been cooped up in the room, music score sheets scattered and strewn around him in addition to his computer application glaring brightly back at him. he registers the 2 quick knocks on his door through the sound playing from his headphones and he removes them. the songwriting and composing can wait.

upon opening the door, he spots a thermal bottle and a sticky note attached to it.

you were making so much noise yesterday, i got you this drink so you can make better music with that dying throat of yours - signed, your roomie

outside the sun has risen, he notes as he sips the herbal tea gratefully, warming up from the steam generated, he glances at your timetable on the wall by habit even though he knew you had 8am dance practice and had already left the house.

he flips the post-it over and finds more written by you.

i made too much sandwiches yesterday. throw it in the microwave and have it for breakfast. or leave it to grow mold in your gym bag just like the previous one. ew... - again, your roomie

for the first time in a few days, heeseung finds himself smiling at your letter.

despite the harsh words written, he feels the tea warming his insides at the memory of your utter shock and disappointment when he sheepishly pulled out a discolored toast from a week back, the very one he asked you to make one fine morning. shuffling back into his room, he files the post-it note away, just as he always has.

his phone dings softly atop his notebook and he spots another text from you. heeseung nearly chokes from the content of your message, smile widening even further. his fingers land on the screen as if he could physically pluck out the message and keep it with him.

you: don't forget that the mr "i expect everyone to be early" park is coming, so you better be on time you: i'm not covering for you again, okay??? you: i can see that you're online you dummy you: whatever. come to the company safely

he simply reacts with an emoticon, rolling his eyes when you left him on read. gazing at the clock, he unfortunately realizes you were right, he better get a move on if he wanted to avoid being tardy.

heeseung quickly freshens up, throwing on whatever clean clothes he has and slipping on his worn-out shoes. grabbing his gym bag, he hurriedly shuts the door close, making sure to check the lock again because you scolded him badly once.

he starts his light jog (he totally was gonna be late) towards the company a few blocks down, the headphones atop his head producing scratchy music from how long he's been procrastinating to change to a better one.

heeseung felt his phone buzz in his pocket, no doubt from you asking where he was, but he ignores it and speeds up just in time to make it to the crossing that was blinking green.

as soon as he enters the building, he taps in with his trainee pass and dashes for the staircase up to the dance studio. bursting through the doors, he makes eye contact with you first, before greeting the other trainees in the room, stashing his bag at the side of the room beside yours. the hair on the back of his neck stands and he just knows that you have your stare pinned on him.

the teacher steps into the room a mere second later and he pretends to look like he did not just arrive on the dot, nonchalantly stretching beside you. he spots the mirthless expression on your features, no doubt trying to hold back laughter as you fell into place with heeseung at the back of the class.

you whispered lowly amidst the warm up music blasting from the speakers, "glad to see you made it on time." the emphasis didn't go unnoticed by heeseung and he shakes his head. upon seeing the satisfied upside-down-smirk playing on your lips, he thinks he couldn't have asked for a better dormmate and friend.

"almost didn't if you hadn't knocked on my door."

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THE BUCKETLIST CHRONICLES – LEE HEESEUNG

SYNOPSIS – during a trip to the infirmary, the reserved and timid, lee heeseung, meets I/n y/n whom he has never seen before. I/n y/n is a student at decelis high who claims to be extremely private. heeseung finds her very suspicious and wants to know how and why her presence manages to go seamlessly unnoticed. secrets unveil between them when y/n asks him to help her complete her bucket list.

GENRE – romance, highschool au, an attempt at comedy+ angst

PAIRING – enhypen’s heeseung x fem reader

WARNING – none yet!

PARTS – one | two | three | four | five | tba

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ONE – the adventure begins

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LEE HEESEUNG ACED EVERY SUBJECT, BUT P.E.

he didn’t understand why the school couldn't just give him a free pass to get out of P.E classes and exchange it for advanced robotics or something.

unfortunately for his case, P.E was a mandatory subject for all students at decelis high – be it the gifted, smart ones like him or the extremely athletic ones (who were mostly part of some sort of athletic association), everyone had to take part.

so, on a rather bitter monday morning, lee heeseung was sat at one of the benches in the huge gymnasium while trying to sneakily finish up the last bits of his book. all was seemingly well until what felt like a dodgeball hit him right on the head.

his head, though slightly concussed, managed to snap up towards the direction of where the ball came from.

slightly dizzy from the hit to his head, he was able to make out the face which he suspects was the culprit to his mini headache.

however, when his eyes landed on the tall figure marching towards him, a cocky smile plastered on said figure’s face; heeseung wished the ball would’ve taken him out right then and there.

“heeseung! sorry, didn’t see you there bro! my ball seems to always land on.. drably.. things”, the figure contemplates on a suitable adjective while bending down to reach for the ball.

park jay.

lee heeseung never seemed to get along with anybody on the sports team in decelis high and park jay was not an exception.

as captain of the football team, park jay was everything lee heeseung hated and more, if that was humanly possible.

well for starters: he was loud and extremely rude with very womanising tendencies – yet he still manages to garner an increasing number of admirers every day.

heeseung hated how someone dull and the perfect definition of jerk continues to have praises being handed to him.

however, did heeseung once come up to jay to express his distaste about his behaviour? no.

he was too afraid to end up with broken limbs and mountainous death threats from jay’s ever growing fan base for attacking such a seemingly ‘perfect’ figure.

the most he had ever done to express his distaste was rolling his eyes whenever jay would enter the room and occasionally clenching his jaw when jay wasn’t paying attention.

“i was reading, jay”, heeseung attempts to deadpan with whatever courage he had, only to extract a laugh from the boy standing across from him.

“i can see that! but, i think you should get those glasses reassessed buddy– cause’ we’re in the gym, not the library–”, jay remarked sarcastically before patting him, rather aggressively, on the shoulder.

“aight, gotta go! team needs me! later dude!”, jay winked at heeseung before running off to his group of friends who stared at him in awe while sparing heeseung looks of judgement.

if heeseung wasn’t so timid, he would’ve pushed jay down the flight of stairs right that moment.

jay has always gone around with a fake nice facade and heeseung could see right through it.

so, as heeseung, defeatedly, sets his book down and takes off his glasses to join the students on the main ground for warm ups– all odds decided not to be in his favour and the next thing he knew: he’s limping to the infirmary with an extremely painful sprained ankle.

yes, he fell down the flight of stairs in front of everyone when he was heading down from the bench area.

with a gentle knock on the door and a slightly embarrassed heeseung walking through it, the nurse smiles before beckoning him to take a seat.

“what happened dear?”

the nurse was a middle aged woman, she had greying hair and a very motherly appeal to her which was slightly comforting in the predicament heeseung was in.

heeseung sighed, still embarrassed as he recalled the moment he rolled down the stairs like a ball, before speaking up.

“i fell down the stairs in the gymnasium”, he says while looking down at his fingers and fidgeting– not wanting to meet eyes with the nurse who he suspected was suppressing a laugh.

“oh no, judging from the way you came limping in— the sprain must’ve been terrible– here”, she begins, undoing the mint colored curtains to reveal a vacant bed.

“rest here— oh, yes— and take this ice pack and apply it firmly on the sprained area. i’ll be back in a while, i need to get the pain relief spray from coach yeo and your excuse note”

excuse note?

heeseung’s ears perk up and he stops the nurse right as she is about to leave.

“excuse note?”, heeseung voices his confusion with his head tilted slightly.

the nurse sighs before smiling. “just for today— your ankle looks far too damaged to go on for the rest of the day”

with that, she left the infirmary and heeseung proceeded to do as he was instructed.

apply the ice firmly on the sprained area

those words repeated themselves through his head like a mantra until a voice startled him.

“did it hurt?”, the voice asked from an unknown spot.

at this point, heeseung was convinced some sort of ghost was out to get him. first, a sprained ankle (with a side of humiliation) and now, random voices?

as an attempt to ease the bitterness and anxious thoughts running through his mind, he huffs defeatedly to himself.

“when i fell from heaven?”, he attempted to joke.

the sudden revving of the curtain railings behind him reveals the figure of a girl, whom he had never seen before, with a very judgemental look on her face.

“no, when you fell down the stairs.”, you solemnly said, eyebrows furrowed in all attempts to be serious, before letting out a chuckle.

“oh–uh– yeah”, heeseung stumbles over his words causing you to break out in laughter.

“yikes, who pushed you, misteeerrr??”, you drawled the last part, in hopes of catching heeseung’s name.

“heeseung. lee heeseung, and— you are?”, he replies almost instantly– mentally scolding himself when he realises he softened the pressure he was applying on his ankle.

“y/n, l/n y/n to be exact”, you introduced briefly while tipping your non-existent hat.

y/n? is she new? i’ve never seen her around

heeseung thought to himself and as if you had read his mind, “no, i’m not new– i’ve literally been here since freshman year, i’m just always below the social radar”

heeseung nods in acknowledgment and scepticism.

“ah, but i barely see you around— if you’ve been here since freshman year, i would’ve spotted you around no?”, he asks curiously, his eyes scanning over you as if you were some foreign object.

“that would be the case, if i were somebody important, like– i dunno, those cheer girls or something”, you say with a shrug at the last part which makes heeseung awkwardly chuckle.

“fair enough”, he says, emitting an awkward laugh which makes you erupt in an awkward laugh as well.

as both of you briefly looked in separate directions, there was a pregnant silence between you and you could feel the discomfort piling between you and heeseung as the seconds went by.

“hey, lee heeseung”, you break the silence, causing the boy to look at you in anticipation.

“what’s up?”, heeseung asks— his hand still focused on icing his sprain.

“can you do me a favour?”

upon hearing your request, heeseung was taken aback. why is she asking me for a favour?

“what is it?”, he proceeds to ask, only to be nice, although he had no intention of actually doing it.

when heeseung said this, your eyes lit up and you shuffled around the bed, reaching down to the corner to get your backpack. you rummaged through it for a few seconds with heeseung awkwardly staring before you found the item.

“ahah!”, you victoriously cheered as you dusted off the red leather journal and set it on your lap.

heeseung took this as an opportunity to scooch closer to you as you hurriedly flipped through the tearing pages of your journal.

when he noticed you stopped flipping, he took a moment to pause and glance at the page’s content.

things I want to do before redacted

right before heeseung could say anything (especially about the part that had been redacted), you cough and move the book closer to him.

the page was a list of a few things you wanted to do and as heeseung took a few moments to skim through the list, he was utterly confused.

“what is this?”, well it was a list— obviously— but he didn’t understand the content and the things that you wanted to do.

it would have been easier to understand this bucket list presented to him if the things on the list were extreme like swimming with sharks or jumping from a plane— which even if that was the case, how could he have possibly helped? he hated water activities and he can’t afford to rent a plane for you—

however, the things on that list did not even match the extremes of what he had imagined a normal bucket list would contain.

“it’s a bucket list of things i want to try, duh”, you state the obvious earning an awkward chuckle from heeseung as a response.

“ah, i can see that”, he replies before coughing.

“you’ve never eaten ice cream at the park…?”, he asks curiously about one of the things in the list, thinking this bucket list of yours was some sort of joke.

what if she’s those weird people who come up with weird excuses to go out on dates?

he brushes these thoughts out of his head when you suddenly shut the book.

“it’s fine if you don’t want to help—”,you bitterly say, looking away in shame before trying to stuff your journal back into your bag.

“no, no— i mean, i’m just confused is all— why would you ask me? you don’t even know me? and all of these things seem doable on your own?”, he tries to defend himself only for it to come off as an interrogation which causes you to giggle.

“so, i guess you didn’t read the list properly huh”, you say before taking out the book again along with a stray pencil that you found tucked in one of the pockets of your bag, and you flipped back to the page you had just shown him.

heeseung bites his cheek as he observes what you were trying to do and you make a circle around one of the things on the list.

you presented it to him and he takes a moment to process it.

make a new friend to complete this list with

oh shoot, was all heeseung could think of at that moment. what will he get himself into?

heeseung didn’t know what to say at that moment so he chuckled awkwardly.

“i mean it’s okay if you don’t want to heeseung, i mean– it would’ve been nice but i guess i’ll just find someone else”, you say sadly, the look on your face mimicking one of defeat.

heeseung didn’t know what came over him but he felt guilty. he felt guilty not being able to help when all the things on the list were easy and doable.

so, with a heavy heart, and not much thought— for the first time in a while, heeseung did something courageous.

“when can we start?”

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♯┆Mind Break .ᐟ ★ L.HS

⌜Synopsis⌟ You didn't know when or how it started , you were a kind soul , you had your own circle of friends , so why were you being picked on? High school was literal hell for you , it was so bad that you had dropped out in your last year — you couldn't handle it anymore. Years later , the past torture you had experienced was affecting you in your adult years , you needed a therapist who'd help you. Luckily , you didn't had to wait for too long , someone was able to take you in almost immediately — it was almost as if he was waiting for you. ⌜Contains⌟ Dark fic, (MDNI), Therapist!Hee, recap of the bullying (contains sensitive themes such as : sexual harassment , physical attacks), past bullying/ trauma talk, Yandere!Hee, manipulation, very mentally unstable reader, obsessive behavior , toxic themes, smut (contains ; implied corruption kink, big dick Heeseung, biting, Dom!Heeseung, fingering, virgintiyloss) , love bombing, abuse of power, mentions of suicide/ implied suicide attempt, topics such as (; Depression , anxiety , mental breakdown ), Heeseung is very fucked in the head and a creep ⌜Wordcount⌟ 9k ⌜Vampies Note⌟ Reminder that this is all fiction and not a true representation of the member! Read at your own risk as it does contain sensitive topics, I'm not responsible for what you consume on the internet. Please only fuck with this FICTION wise , if you happen to get into a situation like that irl run , please run for the love of god. Again , this is all fiction. I do not want to see comments about how fucked up I made Heeseung. You're reading this at your own risk. Feedback and reblogs are appreciated 💗

"My name is Lee Heeseung , I'll be your therapist for now and take you under my wing"

Ah.. why did this all come to this point?

"It's nice to meet you Mr.Lee"

"Oh please, let's get comfortable. Just call me Heeseung. So , when did it all start?"

Right... it all started in High school.

If someone asked you back then during high school how you liked it , you'd say you loved it. You had your own little circle of friends , got average to good grades, never ran into any trouble and were just a good student overall. Well , that was until everything stopped and a new era started, as if a dark shadow consumed you and dragged you down to the pits of hell. It all started with a variety of students picking on you — at first , it were silly compliments or words , at least that's how you viewed them until it dawned down on you that they were mocking you. They were mocking you and your appearance— "pretty little bow you have there in your hair, it makes you look soo innocent" , "oh what a nice color you painted your nails", "maybe if I'd wear my skirt as short as you did ,I'd also get good grades".

It didn't affect you back then , you'd just brush it off and keep to your friends. That's when the rumors started — "no wonder you get good grades , you're sleeping with the teachers!", "Oh , don't deny it. We saw you fixing your skirt when you left the teacher's room", rumors started going around that you were allegedly sleeping around with a teacher. The same Teacher got fired after a couple weeks but not because of you , he was in fact sleeping with female students , but not with you. You should've been happy that he got fired , but it sent a complete backlash towards you. Everyone believed the rumors that you were sleeping with the teacher , that you were the reason he got fired — but why you? You didn't do anything , what about the female students that actually slept with him? Why weren't they getting any backlash although they were the ones who seduced and slept with him for better grades?

Your friends started to distance themselves from you as the rumors kept piling up — "(Y/n) is a slut! She sleeps with teachers to get better grades!", "On your way to blow another teacher? Why don't you blow me instead?", "I bet you enjoy sucking cock , why don't you drop out of school and be a hooker?". You were slut shamed over rumors that weren't even true , but you were relieved that it was only verbal, key word were. It didn't take long for it to turn physical.

Girls were ganging up on you in the schools bathroom or locker rooms, they'd pull on your hair and kick you until you were curled up and sobbing on the floor. They'd grab your face and smear it across the mirror to ruin your make up whenever you decided to make yourself look pretty. "Even make up wouldn't help a face like yours". They'd snap pictures of your crying face and leave the bathroom while giggling amongst each other. Boys would dump water over you and say things like "Let's see what color of a bra you're wearing today", before snapping pictures of your soaked body — the white uniform shirt getting see through due to the water. They'd sit behind you and write things on the back of your uniform , such as : " 5 bucks and I'll suck your cock!" "I'm a sexy whore" "I like to get fucked anal".

Something that was once a place where you'd be happy to see your friends and spend your lunchbreaks with , turned into a place you'd wish to avoid. It all stopped when you didn't come to school anymore , having reached your breaking point and found yourself standing by a bridge , ready to jump any moment but a wrinkly hand stopped you. It was a sweet little grandma who hastily tried to stop you , what was such a sweet old lady doing here during the night? That was all you could ask yourself as you let her pull your weak body down from the railings. Maybe she was the Angel you've been asking for so long? You just wanted help , you just wanted to get out and work on yourself but you didn't had the support you need — with no friends and your parents living far away , you had no one , you were alone and all by yourself. It was as if heaven sent her to find you , to pull you out of that dark hole that had consumed you. She took you in and treated you as if you were her own daughter , she helped you drop out of school and did everything in her power to help build you back up.

But what were her motives? Simple : She lost her own daughter. Her daughter took her own life because of how deeply depressed she was , she couldn't handle it anymore. The old lady regretted not checking up on her as often , she regretted not being able to save her. The night she found you was the same date her daughter died , she came to the city to visit the graveyard her daughter was buried in during night time. She regretted not being able to save her own daughter , but she could save someone else's life.

Heeseung hummed to himself as he wrote every important detail down on the piece of paper clipped to his clipboard , his pen tapping against it as he finished writing — his glasses hanging low on he bridge of his nose until he pushed the frame up , his eyes shifting to look at you with a sympathetic look. "Must've been a very hard time for you , I'm happy to hear that your guardian saved you. How do you feel when you think back to High school? Any good memory or any particular memory that stuck with you until now?", you thought about his question , staying quiet as you pondered while looking down at your lap. You couldn't remember anything , it was as if there was a black hole in your head, a black hole that consumed every single memory you had starting when you entered the stage of puberty until now. The only memories you remembered where after high school , but there were some memory fragments that you could still remember from High school.

"Not really... more like fragments of memories , just single pieces but no complete memory", you mumbled as you kept your head hung low. You could hear the way his ballpoint pen danced across the piece of paper as he noted that down before his cushion seat made a small squeaking sound. "Don't keep your pretty head hung so low , I'm here to help you and get better. We'll start with looking at others while talking", he held his clipboard underneath your chin , tilting your chin up so he could see your face. His dark bangs fell over his eyes as he looked down to you with a encouraging smile. "That's it , you have such a pretty face. You don't need to hide it", with that , he removed his clipboard from under your chin and walked over to one of the medical cabinets, opening the glass door and reaching to grab the sphygmomanometer. You couldn't help but feel flattered by his words , no guy has ever complimented you but...wasn't this ... unprofessional?

"We're going to check your blood pressure now, roll your sleeves up for me", He sat back down next to you ,putting on some gloves before disinfecting the device while you rolled the sleeve of your pullover up to your shoulder. "Good girl", he smiled , wrapping the cuff around your upper arm and tightening it before pumping it with air , his hand squeezing the rubber bulb, his eyes focused on the manometer to make sure he doesn't pump it too full. Once again , you questioned if him calling you a good girl was unprofessional but even if it was — you weren't complaining , his praise and compliments made you feel a bit better about yourself. Once he checked your blood pressure , he removed the cuff and rolled your sleeve down for your , his touch lingering on your wrist before he got up to put the sphygmomanometer back in place.

"Your blood pressure is fine and seems to be alright. Now , let's get really started. I want to know how you used to be and how you are now. Do you still have the same interests , what are your thoughts when you think about the future, would you like to continue your academics , how do you feel when you're outside alone and all that. Take your time with answering ,our session will last for one and a half hour", with that , he sat back down on his armrest chair and put his sand hourglass upside down. Future ? You hated thinking about your future , back then , you loved it — you had already pictured working your dream job, have a family and live in a big house , maybe a family dog or cat but now..? You only saw black. Every singly future dream you had having been discarded , you didn't think you'd live for so long — with that in mind , you stopped thinking about your future.

You wouldn't be able to get your dream job considering you dropped out of high school and didn't get a diploma. Even if you would have graduated and gotten one — with how much your grades dropped , you wouldn't have been able to attend the college you wanted to go to. Your future was just complete darkness for you, there was nothing you could see , like a void in your head.

"I don't ... have any view regarding my future. I used to enjoy hanging out with my friends but... I don't have any now. I used to really like going outside and just take a walk but I also don't do that anymore. My interests.... they did change , yes. I mostly just spend my time with grandma. We live in the village so I help her with her gardening or other chores she has. I love spending time with her..", his eyes kept looking at you before he nodded and noted everything down again , a small sigh coming from him when he took note of how you looked back down on your lap. "Eyes up here pretty girl, that's it , such a good obedient girl", he smiled in satisfaction as you followed his soft demand , why does he keep praising you so much..?

"How about your academics? It says that you have dropped out in your last year of High school ,that means that you don't have a diploma and that you didn't graduate. Listen , you don't need to be ashamed. It's understandable why you have dropped out and you did it to keep yourself save. You were being such a strong girl for holding on for so long , you can and should be proud of yourself", his words spread a comforting warmth across your chest , his words were like a warm hug to your heart — were you finally being understood by someone that wasn't your sweet old guardian?

"I would like to continue my academics but ... isn't it too late for that now? Besides... I don't think that I'm ready for it yet", Heeseung shook his head upon hearing your words , placing his clipboard down on his lap before he pushed his glasses up.

"Don't think like that , it's never too late. You can take all the time you'll need until you feel like you're ready to continue your academics. There are multiple options for you to continue your academics. There are specific schools for people who don't have a diploma for a variety of reasons , you're not alone but it's something you can only accomplish because you really want to . I'll help you with it. (Y/n) , I'm not only your therapist to help you with your issues but you can see me as a social companion. I took you under my wing to help you with your issues and to help you with getting back on track. You can always call me or text me when you need help. When you're having a break down , you can call me and we can make a emergency therapy session. When you need help , I'm only a text or call away", you nodded a little with a small smile , he was so kind to you.

He was genuinely trying to help you , not like other therapists you had test sessions with — they only cared about getting their money , not about you or your issues. But Heeseung ... he was so different, as if he knew how you felt.

The session continued until the sand hourglass had run out. "Alright , so we'll have our therapy session once or twice a week, whatever works better for you. If it only works once a week or if you don't feel the need for two sessions a week , we'll have our therapy session every Tuesday at the same time as today. If it works twice a week for you , it'll be on every Tuesday and Thursday. You can always cancel the therapy sessions if you have an appointment on the days or if you're sick , just inform me at least a day prior. This is my business card , my number and email address is on it . Like I said , if you need a emergency session , call me immediately. If you need to cancel a session , text or call me at least one day prior the session", the two of you got up as he lead you to the door , stopping in front of it with his one hand on the door handle while the other held out a small card towards you — you took it and put it into your wallet with a small nod.

He gave you a small smile and opened the door for you, his other hand resting on the small of your back as he guided you out. "I'll see you next time then, don't be too hard on yourself".

Ring...

Ring...

"Hello?", the line finally picked up after what seemed like forever — yet you didn't say anything. "Hello..? (Y/n)..?", the voice called out again , his voice gruff and husky — how were you supposed to explain to him why you had called him at 2am in the morning..? You chewed your bottom lip nervously to fight back the little sobs that were threatening to come out, you felt helpless. Everything was okay until your past bullies had found your socials and were sending messages with attached images of the house you lived in together with your "Grandma", they have found you again after years — it felt as if your memories were coming back just to haunt you, oh how you wished that you hadn't looked at your phone after waking up in the middle of the night. You wanted to say something but you could only let out a shaky breath as you tried to calm yourself down , you could hear his bedsheets rustling on the other line as he presumably sat up.

"(Y/n)? Are you crying? Come on , be a good girl and take some nice deep breathes for me , okay?", his voice was dripping with honey as he spoke softly to you , guiding and easing you into calming yourself down — well , as calm as you could be. "H-Heeseung they—", your voice cracked a little as you tried to speak , hearing the way he let a small hum out. "Yes? They? Who are 'they' and what is with them? Tell me , sweetheart", Heeseung encouraged while he reached for a bottle of water so his voice wouldn't sound so rough anymore. You let out another shaky breath. "They found me Heeseung... t-they know where I am and have m-messaged me on my socials. My p-past bullies", you swallowed your spit before you continued to talk. "I-I don't know what to do , I'm scared that they'll d-do something again..", your voice was shaking , your eyes focused on peeking out of your window as the feeling of paranoia creeped over you — what if they were still there? What if they were outside of your house right this moment even if it was so late already?

"I'd offer an emergency session but... the building is currently under construction", Heeseung sighed softly before a couple seconds of silence followed. "Listen Sweetheart , you don't have to do this , I'm offering this to you as your therapist. Normally , I wouldn't do that but I don't trust you being all on your own right now. How about I pick you up and we'll have said emergency session at my house , how does that sound sweetheart?", you paused as you heard his words , needing a second to register what he said. Was this even allowed? Wouldn't that put him in risk of losing his job if anyone found out? Is that even professional...? Well.. he does have to help you , doesn't he?

"Isn't that ... unprofessional..?", he let out a strained chuckle at your question. "Well , yes it would be but I'd rather put my job at risk than have anything happen to you sweetheart. Do you trust me?", did you trust him...? Of course you did , all he's been doing was helping you , earning your trust and making you feel wanted and validated.

"Yes Heeseung... I do", you couldn't see the way his lips curled up in a smirk , satisfied with the reply he got. "Good girl... I'll keep you safe. Be a sweetheart and pack a bag for me, m'okay? Considering that they have found your current location , anything could happen to you, we wouldn't want that , right? Pack enough essentials and clothes that would last days", his words confused you , why would you need to pack a bag? "I'm not going to do anything against your will , this is for your safety. Now that everyone has grown up, they could do far worse than they did in high school. This is going to be a special treatment , a more intense treatment. You'll stay with me until it's safe for you again", you contemplated as you heard him continue to speak. Was this even right? But , even if it wasn't , he just wanted to help you, right?

"Okay... I'll pack my bag", his smirk only grew on his face , this is exactly what he wanted. "Good girl , I'll be there in 20 minutes. Take your time , I can wait in the car. No need to rush", with that , he hung up. Was this really happening? Would you really live with your therapist now? But... you felt save with that option. He was always so caring in each session the two of you had and with how paranoid you were about your bullies , you weren't able to even think twice about it. But what about your grandma? You'd just send her a text in the morning to notify her that you were given a more controlled and special treatment without giving out any details, this was putting his job on the line after all.

Time flew as you packed a medium sized bag with your clothes and essentials , looking up from your things as you heard a car parking in front of your house — Heeseung was here. You couldn't help but feel a wave of relief wash over you, he was like your knight in shining armor .... well , more like , guy in baggy clothes sitting in his bmw — still your knight regardless, oh what would you be without him. Luckily , he didn't need to wait for too long — you were quick with packing your bag up

"You've been crying a lot , haven't you? It's okay , I'm here now , I'll keep you safe", Heeseung reassured as you opened the passenger door and sat down on the passenger seat , a mix of shame and embarrassment washing over your face as you looked down at your lap. You felt ashamed that you were so scared that he decided to take you in for your own safety , ashamed that you had woken him up in the middle of the night just because you needed him , embarrassed that this was really happening and embarrassed that you weren't able to handle it alone.

"Oh don't have that expression on your face", his hand came into your view as he placed it on your knee , giving it a gentle rub. "I told you that you can rely on me , you can trust me. I'm your therapist after all", he assured before he removed his hand from your knee , moving it up to your chin before lifting your head up — his thumb gently gliding against your skin. "You look so pretty when you cry... a shame that those tears are for them. The only tears you should cry should be out of happiness", with that , he handed you a tissue and moved his hand to the gear , shifting out of parking and shifting into the right gear before he drove off.

The ride was silent , but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. The further you got away from your house , the more at ease you felt. He had the music turned on a low volume , the songs in his playlist serving as a background noise — you couldn't help but sing along in your head as the song "we belong together" by Ritchie Valens played , enjoying the way Heeseung was humming quietly as well.

You wondered how in the world he managed to get to you in just 20 minutes , maybe he just drove fast? It took the two of you 40 minutes to reach his house — you felt a little surprised upon seeing where he lived. He didn't leave in the city or anywhere with a lot of people, he lived near a forest. Maybe he just didn't like the city? Maybe he liked to keep to himself. "Surprised?", Heeseung asked as he stood next to you , his hand reaching for the handles of your bag — his fingers brushing against yours , sending a jolt of electricity through your fingers.

"I— Well , I didn't think you'd live so far away from the city and more hidden from the public..", you mumbled as you looked at his house — it was big and modern looking , it probably just got build months ago. "What can I say? I like to keep private. The city is too busy for me , plus , the house I live in used to be my grandparents house. I got it re built since it had many issues due to how old it was ,so why not just make it a modern looking one?", he chuckled under his breath while he closed his car before motioning his head for you to follow him as he headed towards the front door. You looked around for another second before following him.

The house didn't only look modern from the outside , but from the inside as well. The smell of new house was still lingering , but it wasn't very strong. "I'm sorry for the smell , it's been months but the smell hasn't gotten out for some reason. The amount of room scents I have bought to cover the smell is ridiculous", Heeseung huffed a little while he took his shoes off , waiting for you to do the same before he lead you upstairs. "You can stay in this room for the meantime , I hope it has everything you need in case you forgot... any essentials", he seemed almost shy and embarrassed as he said that while he placed your bag down in the room.

The room looked ...weirdly prepared. It was very feminine looking , not too much but enough to show that it was intended to be a room for a girl. It was medium sized with a connected bathroom. "I already changed the bedsheets for you so you don't need to do that. This used to be my sisters bedroom in case she visited that it's a guest room now. If you need anything , my room is right opposite of yours. Make yourself at home", so that used to be his sister's room? Well , that explains it then. "Alright.. okay", you nodded your head while you still looked around the room for a little before he spoke up. "Are you hungry? Maybe eating something warm will make you fall asleep easier sweetheart. How about that , you'll unpack and get settled in. Maybe even take a nice little shower and I'll make us something, how does that sound Princess?", his generosity made you feel better , he was so kind to you. A warm feeling was spreading through your chest once again.

"That sounds nice ... Thank you Heeseung", you looked up to him and gave him a soft smile , a smile of his own spreading on his face — too bad that you missed the way something was hiding behind his smile. "Anything for you sweetheart. Oh and before I forget it , do not go into the basement. The stairs are unstable and I wouldn't want you to get hurt. And it's more of my personal office , I keep documents of other patients in there so you can't go into it due to privacy reasons", he informed you before he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him to let you get settled in.

You hummed to yourself as you once again gave the room a complete look over before you started to unpack your things , realizing what he meant with "forgetting any essentials" upon entering the bathroom — he really was caring. He stocked one of the drawers up with feminine products in case you'd get or have your period during your stay , a comforting warmth spreading through your body again before you set your clothes down on the sink counter and started to undress, ready to take a nice shower.

A proud smirk was on his face as he walked downstairs to the kitchen while humming to himself — he finally got you were he wanted you to be , in his trap. You fell into his trap and he would do anything to make his plan work , his plan? To make you his — a plan he has been working on for years and he would do anything to make it work.

It's as if it was yesterday when it all started , when he started to fall for you back in High school . Oh if only you had noticed him , it wouldn't have to be this way then. He fell in love with you the moment he saw you in school, a memory he held so dearly. You were behind the school , feeding a pregnant stray cat that would always linger around the school — hoping to dive into the dumpster and get something edible whenever the cafeteria threw the leftovers away. He started to grow obsessed and would stalk you everyday , following your shadows and observing you. He knew your routine , he knew your friends , he knew where you lived , he knew all your socials, he even found the company your parents worked at in a different country — he knew everything about you in only the span of a week.

He tried everything to get your attention , yet he has never been noticed.

His obsession and feelings for you only grew the more time had passed , he needed to have you , he needed to have you all to himself. You were easy to manipulate , so vulnerable and easy to break and mold — that was when his plan was put into action. It all started with him spreading rumors on anonymous accounts to the popular students with attached images that would support the rumors , knowing they would spread like a wild fire once the popular students would get their hands on them. But that wasn't enough , you were mentally too strong to let it get to you. That's when the bullying started. He'd anonymously pay a variety of students to bully you, specifically the bullies from your school. They didn't need an actual reason to bully anyone , they just did it for fun — but given the rumors spread about you , it made it all too easy for them to bully you.

He knew he finally succeeded the first step of his plan when you dropped out of school — that's when he found out that you were taken in by a old lady. That may have been a little obstacle in his plan , but it worked out for him. Now the next step was set into action. What was his next step? He studied hard in school and in college to get to the point where he was now , to be your therapist. He moved away from where he originally lived to be closer to you , he brought the old house of his grandparents back to life and designed one of the rooms to be your room.

It wasn't his sister's room , he didn't even have one nor did the room serve as a guest room , this was a room specifically designed for you. He knew he was going to have you at some point , he just knew it. His stalking never stopped , you just never noticed him. He knew every single step you took and once he heard that you needed therapy , he jumped at the opportunity. Without your knowledge, he had talked to your grandma and slipped her his business card while he was in disguise — everything was going according to plan.

He had to control his facial expression when he heard your voice on the other line , explaining that your grandma recommended him to you and if he was available for a new patient. Of course he was , every single patient he had beforehand was given to another therapist so he could always be there for you and you only. He was a dedicated man.

The fact that the bullies came back worked in his favor and for once , he didn't had anything to do with it. They found you on your own. There was so thing such as special treatment, it was a lie. This was just for him to have you to himself. He completely manipulated you and was working in molding you , which was working. You were so vulnerable , so broken and so insecure with such a negative mindset — it was almost too easy for him.

He was going to make you his , no matter what. You were already so dependent of him , you were already trusting him so much — it will be so easy to continue with his plan.

Heeseung could only smile successfully as he started to prep the meal , he just needed to make you fall for him now , but unbeknownst to him — you already were.

"It tastes really good! I didn't know you were such a good cook", you complimented his cooking as all the different flavors melted on your tongue — it may be a simple dish but anything home cooked tasted good. He could only chuckle from next to you as his eyes shifted to glance at you , watching the way you eating so happily. God did you look so cute. "You're such a messy girl", he took note of the sauce that was on the corner of your lips , shaking his head a little whenever you missed the spot with your tongue before he reached his hand out — his thumb swiping along the corner of your lips to removed the sauce before he licked it off of his thumb. Heat immediately rushed to your cheeks as he held eye contact with you as he licked it away, his gaze was so intense , almost piercing through you.

You could only curl your lips up in a tight lipped smile , feeling a little embarrassed and flustered from what just happened as you continued to eat. Heeseung leaned back into his chair with his arms crossed over his chest as he studied , moving one of his hands to your damp hair. "Let's dry your hair after you have finished eating Sweetheart, we wouldn't want you to catch a cold now ,do we?", he mumbled softly as he rubbed strands of hair between his fingers , his eyes shifting from your hair to your eyes — there was something in his eyes that you couldn't read. "Yeah , we don't want that..", you repeated his words softly whilst nodding to yourself. He could only smile in return , a smile of satisfaction.

Once you were done eating , you cleaned the dishes despite Heeseung saying that he could do it himself — you were basically living at his house for free now for that special treatment , this was the least you could do. "You're being such a good girl...", Heeseung praised as you sat down between his legs on the ground while he sat on the couch , having insisted that he would blow dry your hair. "How..?", you asked in return as you heard heard him plugging the blow dryer in. "You're listening well to me , you're so obedient for me. You even cleaned the dishes even though I said you wouldn't need to do it , you're so well behaved..", he mumbled as he placed his hands on your shoulders , giving them a gentle yet firm squeeze before he pulled you closer to him.

Your eyes closed as he turned the blow dryer on and gently brushed through your hair as he blew the warm air onto your damp hair , it all felt so soothing to you. Having someone taking care of you like that , being so gentle and kind to you , helping you with your tasks — it all made you feel so loved. You were in denial when you realized that you were starting to catch feelings for him — maybe you just felt that way because he was so caring to you? You tried to suppress your feelings for him, knowing that it could put his job at risk but he was already doing so by bringing you to his house to take proper care of you.

You felt so at ease , so comfortable with him — you trusted him with your life. The feeling of his fingers gently running through your hair combined with the warm air coming from the blow dryer was making you sleepy , your head lulling to the side until it leaned against his leg right next to your head. He only smiled to himself as he noticed that before he turned the blow dryer off once your hair was dry , shaking your shoulder gently. "Come on, let's get you to bed sweet girl", you could only let out a sleepy hum as you slowly got up from the ground , rubbing your eyes that were threatening to close any moment before they shot open in surprise — his arms were circled around you as he swooped you up in his arms.

"It's okay , I got you", with that , he made his way upstairs to the room you were staying in. He gently kicked the door open with his foot and laid you down on the bed , making sure you were laying comfortable before tucking you in — but as he was about to leave , your hand held onto the sleeve of his sweater. "Thank you ...Heeseung", he only smiled at your sleepy words and patted your head gently. "Don't mention it. Sleep well , sweetheart", with that , he lifted your hand up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss on the back of your hand before taking his leave , quietly closing the door behind him.

You were sleeping peacefully for once , blissfully unaware of what he was doing.

The lights were dim in the basement , the only bright source of light being his computer. The basement had a corkboard on the wall — a corkboard full with pictures he had taking of you over the years with red hearts drawn on them. There were no patient documents in the basement , there were only pictures of you. There was a shrine of trinkets he has collected from you that he had stolen — keychains , earrings , pieces of paper you drew on during lessons, pictures of you and your friends. The faces of your friends were scratched out and covered with a cut out picture of his own face. The basement was dedicated to you.

He covered his mouth with the back of his hand as he stared at the screen of his computer , watching the recorded footage of you showering. Oh how unknowing you were of the cameras he had put up around his house — he already planned everything out for your stay here. He should feel bad , any normal person would , but he wasn't normal. He was sick in the head , there was no denying that , he found pleasure in watching you shower.

His right hand was furiously stroking his leaking cock as his eyes were focused on the way your hands were caressing your naked body , your hands soaping up your pretty tits — the sight had him biting back a loud moan. He was already so close , so fucking close. He felt as if he was going to put any moment — and he did once your pretty pussy came into his view. Ropes of cum came spurting out of the slit of his cock , landing on his hand and on the surface of his desk. Oh how he wished he could just fill your pretty pussy up , make you pregnant and stay with him together forever — he was going to get there at some point , he was sure of it , but he wouldn't do anything without your consent. Sure , he was fucked up for everything he did , but he was still a gentleman somewhere. He just made you do everything on your own , he never once forced anything on you — this was all on your own will.

How did it come to this? You don't remember anymore. One second , you were crying in your sleep and apparently screaming , waking up to Heeseung's worried face as he shook you awake — and the next second , his lips were on yours.

It's already been over a week since you've stayed with him and you couldn't live any better than that. He took care of you, helped you whenever you had a mental breakdown, fed you , bought things for you whenever you needed something because he didn't think it was safe for you to go out yet. This was the special treatment after all, a more intense one that had you isolated in his house. But you didn't feel isolated at all. You were allowed to move around freely inside the house ,except for the basement , you were allowed to go outside as long as you stayed on his property — that being the pretty garden you had. Sure , some people may feel isolated but you didn't , this was pure heaven for you.

You didn't had to communicate with strangers, you didn't had to challenge yourself to go outside and buy things, you didn't had to worry about your bullies finding you again — you felt safe and free , he took care of everything for you.

Just like now , he was taking care of you. "Do you want me to distract you?", you nodded your head at his question as you could only let out a quiet sniffle , leaning into his touch as he caressed your cheek. "Words , sweetheart , give me words", the mattress of your bed dipped as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Yes Heeseung... please distract me ..", oh he was so close to what he wanted, so so close. "Alright , I'll take care of you sweetheart , I got you. If I do anything you don't like , tell me and I'll stop", what did he mean with that?

His thumb gently wiped your tears away. "Can I kiss you?", at this point , you didn't even care if this was crossing the line of him being your therapist — you wanted it. You fell asleep at night thinking about kissing him , but you never did because he was your therapist after all. You didn't care anymore, you wanted him , you wanted him to kiss you , to distract you and take your pain away. "Yes please... please kiss me Heeseung", your words made his heart explode with excitement , he was getting so close to his goal and he knew by now that you had fallen for him. Everything that was going to happen now was because you wanted it — sure , he may have manipulated your mind but everything was working out for him, not only for him but for you as well.

He moved himself to hover above you , his arms resting on each side of your head before he slowly leaned in — he was going to savor this moment , the moment he was going to claim you as his. His nose brushed against yours as he just took the sight he had in — your teary eyes looking up to him so so innocently before they closed as his lips barely brushed against yours , your eyelashes resting on the apple of your cheeks, waiting for him to finally kiss you. His lips were soft against yours as he finally pressed them against yours , guiding your lips in a soft kiss. He knew that you have never kissed somebody , even if you did , he would just kiss you so hard that you won't even remember and erase any trace of them even if it was years ago.

A tingling feeling spread through your lips as his touched yours , your fingers holding onto your blanket as you didn't know what to do with your hands. Should you touch him? Where should you place your hands? So you just opted to holding onto your blanket. His kiss was slow and gently with a hint of possessiveness — his lips chasing yours whenever you pulled away for a quick breather.

He was taking such good care of you.

His right hand was moving to cup your face , tilting your head to the side to deepen the kiss as he poked his tongue out — the wet tip of his tongue tapping against your bottom lip, his blood pumping as you let out a soft sigh and parted your lips. God you tasted so sweet , must be the sweet tea he had given you to calm you down a bit. His grip on your face got a bit firmer as his tongue explored your mouth , tasting every single inch while his tongue glided against yours. Your fingers gripped your blanket tighter before you released your grip , your touch burning his skin as your hands glided along his back up to his nape. He couldn't stop the shaky breath he let out.

He broke the kiss and pulled away , pecking your lips as your lips chased his before he sat up — a thin string of saliva snapping off your lips. "Can I touch you? Take your mind away and make you think f other things?", his breathing was a bit ragged as he spoke , clearly worked up from the kiss. The fact that he was getting so worked up from just kissing you set a burning heat free inside your body , making you feel weird in the pit of your stomach.

"Yes, please — Touch me Heeseung", oh how he dreamed about hearing those words. "Yeah? Where can I touch you sweetheart?", he asked as he pulled the blanket to the side , the cool hair against your hot skin making you shiver a little. "Can I touch you here..? and here...? Where do you want me to touch you..?", he dragged his finger from your chest down to your stomach before moving his hands to grab onto your hips as he got himself comfortable between your legs.

You wanted him , you wanted and needed him so badly but you were too shy to say specifically where you wanted him to touch you. "Everywhere..."

"Everywhere? Even here..?", Heeseung mumbled , his voice a bit more rough as he lifted his right hand up and tapped against your clothed cunt with his finger — making you squirm underneath him. "Yes... please but Heeseung...", your mumbled words made him perk up , resting his hand back on your hip as he waited for you to continue speaking.

"I've never...", your voice trailed off as embarrassment washed over you , your eyes looking away from him — but he understood what you meant and it made all his blood rush down to his cock. "Never touched yourself..? Never got touched..?", Heeseung asked , a hint of hidden possessiveness laced in his voice. He knew that you have never touched yourself , at least not like that.

He can still remember the day he saw you humping your pillow while he was peaking through your window months ago , desperately trying to get off as you rubbed your clothed little pussy against the pillow.

You just nodded your head upon hearing his words, your face burning uncomfortable hot. "That's okay sweetheart , I'll show you what pleasure feels like if you want that?", you mumbled out a soft little yes as a reply. "Let's get you out of your clothes , you're starting to overheat. I can feel how hot your body is through your shirt", he grabbed your hips more firmly as he pulled you up in a sitting position. "Can.. Can we keep the lights off?", that was okay with him — he already memorized how your naked body looked.

"Of course we can", with that , he slowly started to undress you — but even with the lights off , you couldn't help but feel shy. Every touch or caress of his fingers on your bare skin left a lingering hot touch to it , every single soft rub of his thumb against your slowly hardening nipples had you letting out quiet little noises. Nobody has ever touched you like that. He made you feel secure , you trusted him.

"I got you baby , you're being such a good girl for me", his lips left burning kisses on your neck to distract you from his thick finger prodding at your weeping hole — god you were so fucking wet for him and he couldn't wait to bury his cock deep inside you. You were already so tight around just one single finger , a second finger being added to properly stretch you out. Again , he may be fucked up but he himself wouldn't want to cause any pain or discomfort for you. Which is ironic considering he was behind everything that happened to you , but you didn't need to know that.

"Are you close sweetheart? You clinging onto my fingers , just let go. I got you", he whispered into your ear before pressing a soft kiss against the shell of it , his thumb extending to rub tight , gentle circles against your clit. God how fucking tight you got when you came around his fingers , he sure as hell wasn't going to last once he had his cock inside you. He could cum just from thinking about how tightly your pussy would be gripping onto his cock. He could feel every single clench of your tight walls around his fingers as you came , your walls spasming.

"Heeseung please... I need more, I want you inside me", he had to bite back a groan at your words , you were already being so drunk and greedy for pleasure. "Are you sure..?", he asked , the feeling of possessiveness just growing bigger inside him as you whined out a yes. "Okay , let me get some things first..", he moved himself away from you as he got up from the bed to go to his bedroom , his hand pressing down against his cock as he had to hold it down with how hard it was.

He came back with a condom and a bottle of lube , better to be safe than sorry and especially since it was your first time — he didn't want to hurt you but he was sure to get you drunk off his cock and shape your pussy into the shape of it. He took his hoodie off along with his sweatpants and boxer shorts , grabbing your hand to guide it to his cock. He wanted to get you familiar with his cock and to make you aware of what was going to impale you. As your hand came into contact with his cock , it twitched and he groaned quietly as your hand curiously ran along the length of it and — my god , was he big.

"I'm asking you again , are you sure you want this?", Heeseung asked just to confirm your consent once again. "Y-Yes , please . Heeseung, I want it , I want you", his cock was already leaking before but it was leaking even more when he heard how much you wanted him — your voice so desperate and filled with need.

He made quick work with rolling the condom onto his cock , he didn't want to leave his darling waiting when she was clearly needing him so badly.

He lubed his cock up and spread some of the lube on your quivering hole , your body shuddering underneath him as the cold liquid came into contact with your burning heat. The bulbous head of his cock was pressing against your entrance as he positioned himself before he leaned down to you , his lips pulling yours in a heated kiss to distract you from any pain you may feel. Your hands came flying to his hair as he slowly pushed himself past your tight entrance , you felt as if you were getting split open by his cock — he was big , way too big for you to handle but that was something he'd work on later.

He only pushed a bit over half of his cock inside you , feeling the way your body trembled as he gave you some time to adjust before slowly thrusting his cock inside you. God did you feel good , so fucking good , better than in his dreams or any fleshlight he used, imagining that it was you. He really wasn't able to last long , this may be the quickest he ever came in his life — his thumb rubbing circles against your clit to get you to cum before him , holding back his own release.

A loud moan left your lips as he suddenly bit down on your shoulder , a shockwave of pain running through your body before it got replaced by pleasure as you pussy clenched around his cock — his hips chasing his own release before they stilled as he emptied himself in the condom , pressing his cock deeper inside you.

"Are you okay?", Heeseung asked as he carried you to his bed after having finished cleaning you up. You were worn out and exhausted , yet you have never felt better in your life. He always took such good care of you. "Yes... thank you", you let out a quiet yawn as he laid you down on his bed and dressed you in one of his shirts before laying down next to you.

You scooted closer to him , putting your head on his chest as the feeling of fatigue washed over you. "Heeseung...I love you... thank you", with that , said feeling fatigue pulled you into the land of dreams.

He did it , he finally did it. He got you , he got you exactly where he wanted , with him. All his hard work was finally being paid off. He was going to make you his forever now. His plan really worked , the plan he had been working on for years and he was never going to let go of you now. Never.

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