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나비 / NABI — ONE.

SYNOPSIS. in which you’re trying your damned best to willfully ignore your feelings for your friend of over twenty years, but— as always— life seems to have a different plan paved out for you.

PAIRING. choi beomgyu x female! reader. GENRE. childhood friends to not quite friends (derogatory) to not quite friends (endearment) to lovers, romance, humor, hurt/comfort but more on comfort, coming of age, slowburn, college! au, “it’s always been you” trope, pining, tons of denial, beomgyu is the only man ever, featuring a large ensemble of idols from various groups. WARNINGS. swearing, explicit language, alcohol consumption, rumors as a plot device, mentions of sex, a few minor injuries. WORD COUNT. 9k (out of 40k).

NOTE. hehe...it’s here. this first part is a little short and slow, but things are gonna start picking up from here! please let me know what you think so far 😭😭 half my soul was injected into writing the entirety of this i will never be the same again 💔 also, i recommend listening to beomgyu’s covers while reading this and the upcoming chapters HAHA anyhow, please enjoy!

모기 / MOGI — ONE — TWO — THREE

YOU STILL DON’T LIKE CHOI BEOMGYU. Ever since you and he reconciled and publicly became friends again, your life has never known quiet— all thanks to the countless insects constantly buzzing around him, and by consequence around you, every damn day. And it’s not like you can keep avoiding him. Choi Beomgyu has made the executive decision to take advantage of the guilt you’ve been feeling, so for the past month, you’ve been a slave to his whims. 

Responding to 3AM ice cream runs even though you’re swamped with assignments. Going to parties hosted by people you don’t know the fucking names of because he keeps calling you a boring loser. And, the cherry on top, having to deal with Lee Heeseung’s even more annoying presence, just like how you’d predicted he’d behave if he ever finds out you and Beomgyu are friends.

Which he did. Much to your despair and agony.

“Beomgyu, your girlfriend’s here to see you.”

Case in point. You spare him nothing but an eye roll when he lets you in the clubroom of the, ahem, coding club. You’re here because Beomgyu texted you to fetch him a matcha latte and since you’re playing as his slave at the moment (and until your patience runs out), you obliged out of the kindness of your heart, only to get a truckload of teasing in return.

“Oh, hey, what’s up,” Yeonjun throws you a peace sign from their worn out sofa by the door the moment you enter. He’s accompanied by a good number of chip bags on the cushions.

“Hey,” Hanbin greets you as well when you pass by their alleged meeting table. Which, by the way, has stacks of leftover takeout containers and some empty, some half-empty plastic jugs of water. “Beomgyu is on the computer.”

“Thanks,” you tell him. This clubroom is a fucking gremlin hole.

“You know what.” Your path towards Choi Beomgyu is interrupted by Hyunjin, suddenly popping out of the half-wall separating the lounge area from the computers at the back. You jump, because what the fuck? “My heart races everytime you come here. I still get flashbacks from the day you threatened to wreck our safe haven. I think you gave me PTSD.”

Ah, yes. That day. That was eventful. It was the first time you’ve seen Choi Beomgyu cry.

“Serves you right, gossip snorter,” you say. “Out of the way, I have business to deal with.”

Hyunjin indeed gets out of your way, and there he reveals a row of four computers lined up against the wall with their assigned nerds mashing on the keyboards and yelling profanities at matching game screens. You zero in on the one on the far left corner. Surprisingly, Beomgyu is relatively calm compared to the others. You tap on his shoulder. He turns his head around.

“Oh,” he says, pulling his office chair back from out of the desk with a swivel while removing the headphones from his ears and letting them rest around his neck. You notice Jeongin seated beside him, who looks up at you only for a moment only to flinch back to the screen. “You’re here?”

No, shit. You jangle the latte in front of his face, head cocked, and he reaches out for it. But then you quickly jerk back your hand before he can snatch it from you. “Nuh-uh. Pay up.”

“Tch,” Beomgyu clicks his tongue and shoots you a bitter look. “Hyung, can you toss me my jacket?”

Someone from behind does indeed toss him his jacket, and at that very moment as well, Heeseung decides that it’s a great time to indulge in his newly founded hobby. “Hey, how about me? Why didn’t you get me a drink?” He joins the already crowded crevice in the back and swings an arm around your shoulder. “You get a boyfriend and forget all your friends. Have you forgotten that you two got together because of me? I’m hurt, I’m so hurt.”

Your face scrunches up. “Literally, how many times do I have to tell you he’s not my boyfriend.” You elbow Heeseung off, eliciting another whine from him. When your eyes snap back at Beomgyu, you see that he’s preoccupied with going through wallet. You kick his chair. “Say something, dipshit.”

Beomgyu hands you a bill and exchanges it with the matcha latte. You wait for him to speak. He takes a long sip, pulls his face away from the straw with a grimace, hands back the drink to you, then says, “What she said.”

You look at him, drink now back in your hands.

“What the fuck?”

“Keep it,” he says, putting his headphones back on. “Don’t you have class?”

Your jaw clenches. Fucker made you run an errand for nothing. He gives you an asshat smile of goodbye then spins his chair back to his computer. You scoff and smack the back of his head, causing his headphones to slip off. “Bye.”

“Hey!”

“Later,” Heeseung bids you off, and it’s followed by a chorus of goodbyes from the inhabitants of the testosterone infested, stinky gamer cave. Seriously, every time you drop by here, you feel an ounce of your soul shriveling up and rotting away. Yeonjun very politely opens the door for you. You hear one of them yell out before you leave.

“Come over tomorrow. Hanbin hyung’s treating us to pizza!”

And with that, you’re finally free, matcha latte in hand and a desire to breathe in some fresh air because you’re pretty sure the air is polluted in there. But still. It’s been a lot easier to breathe recently than when you two weren’t on good terms.

“Saved you a seat.”

You make it to class two minutes before the schedule. Minjeong proudly taps on the seat next to her, and you take the invitation. “As you should,” you hum, taking out your notes from your bag, and not long after Sungchan arrives and lands on the spot next to you.

It’s the week before finals. Prof Shin starts the class and decides to fuck all of your study schedules by giving a last minute assignment due next week as well. 

“Does this guy want to give us depression before the summer or some shit?” Minjeong complains the moment your professor leaves the lecture hall.“I swear to god, if another prof gives us an assignment due over the break, I’m killing myself.”

“You two have plans over the break?” asks Sungchan, slinging his backpack over his shoulder and the three of you head out for lunch, funneling out into the hallway along with the rest of your blockmates.

“I’m going home,” says Minjeong.

“I have summer classes,” you answer.

Sungchan stops in his tracks. “You serious?” 

“Yup.”

“You bet on it.”

He looks at the both of you like you’re a bunch of withering old ladies and he’s very much unimpressed. “Make some time for the last week. I’m throwing the wildest summer rager and you two can’t miss it.”

You’re pretty sure you replied with something along the lines of an agreement, but you’re not quite sure. The thought completely slips out of your head throughout the next week because, well, finals. And before you know it, your first semester of uni comes to a close, and summer comes crashing in at full swing.

#1: YOU STILL DON’T LIKE HIM FOR WASTING SO MUCH OF YOUR TIME. It’s eight in the morning. Monday. You’re standing in front of Choi Beomgyu’s door.

Knock, knock, knock.

It’s the start of your summer semester so you thought you ought to make something healthy just to kick things off on a good note, but as you were scavenging ingredients for fried rice, you realized you were out of salt so that’s why you’re here. You knock on his door again, three times, and you manage to finish watching five more Instagram reel clips before Beomgyu finally answers the door.

Creak.

“Took you long eno—”

You’re caught off guard by the mop of shaggy hair greeting you, clearly having just woken up. His eyebrows are knitted together while he lets out a yawn. He’s in a tank top. It rides up a little when he stretches his arm to reach for an itch on his back.

“What?” he rasps with a grunt, squinting at you after he’s finally settled himself into reality. “Why the hell are you up so early?”

You clear your throat. “Got any salt?”

Beomgyu blinks at you, processing your words. Then he steps back, points a thumb towards his kitchen, and nudges his head in the same direction. “Go crazy.”

With that, Beomgyu lets you monopolize his kitchen cupboards while he flops onto the sofa. You laugh seeing him practically melt into the cushions. He’s never been a morning person. You’re pretty sure he fell asleep like three hours ago.

“I’m gonna steal some of your chives too,” you inform. Beomgyu makes a muffled noise that you assume is a yes, so you go ahead and take the liberty. When you pop out of his kitchen area, you see him in a not very spine-healthy posture on the same sofa while scrolling through his phone. “I’ll drop off some bokkeumbap later.”

Beomgyu’s eyes flit up from his phone and he wiggles into a more normal position. “Do you have plans today?”

“Class,” you answer on your way back out.

“It’s summer?” he says. “Did your dumb ass get your calendars mixed up?”

You roll your eyes, stopping right before the door with your hand on the knob and turn your head to face him. “I thought I could use the early credits so I won’t have to take too many classes in my fourth year. So I could focus on my internship and all.”

There’s a pause. You can see the three dots slowly appearing in succession above Beomgyu’s bedhead. “Oh,” he says. There’s a drop in his voice. Only for a second. “Well, have fun, nerd.”

You stick your tongue out and leave his apartment with your borrowed goods, returning once more after you’ve finished cooking to give him a portion. Honestly, without the food your moms send over, you’re pretty sure he’d be living exclusively off of takeout.

Anyhow, you head to campus for your first summer lecture, and— for the first time god knows how long— your entire day is spent with a lingering, and almost unusual echo of quiet.

“That’s it for our syllabus. We’ll be starting our full swing of classes next week. See you.”

When you exit the lecture hall, the hallway is near empty. The courtyard too, with only a few students littered about underneath the midday sun. It’s so quiet, it’s weird. Around this time, you’d usually be having lunch with Sungchan and Minjeong, sometimes Beomgyu, sometimes Heeseung, but that brat’s not around right now either because he’s on vacation. 

Not having anything to do, you decide to stop by the campus cafe— Horangnabi. You don’t go here often, committed to the shop near your apartment because, well, it’s more convenient for your morning coffees, but you weren’t able to grab one earlier since you cooked breakfast. Might as well get a latte before you leave campus.

“Hi, welcome!”

You’re greeted by the barista, and like most of campus, it’s pretty empty inside as well. "A spanish latte, please. Iced.” While making your order, a sign on the counter catches your eye.

Part-timers, now hiring. You blink, letting it settle for a moment. Maybe for too long of a moment, because the whir of the milk frother snaps back your attention. 

“Are you interested?” 

The barista slides you your drink over the counter with a smile. You take it and press your lips together in a moment of thought. 

You only have classes on Mondays and Wednesdays, and it’s too inconvenient, not to mention expensive to go home, back and forth from Seoul to Daegu and vice versa, on the days in between. Most of your friends are on vacation or went back to their hometowns over the break so you have no one to hang out with over the summer. And you could use the extra money.

“I don’t have any experience, though,” you tell her.

“That’s fine. You’ll get a few days of training,” she answers.

Tempting. You’re almost convinced. “What if I just want to work for the summer? Can I quit when the next semester starts?”

“A lot of students do that,” she hums. You see her take a square of tissue paper from the display, jotting down a series of numbers before sliding it over to you as well. “Julie. Call me if you wanna take the bait.”

You spare one more second to ponder. Then you take the number from under her fingers and carefully stuff it into your pocket. “Thanks.”

The heat has finally settled the moment you exit the cafe, a little bell jingle trailing you from behind, and you take a mental note to bring an umbrella with you from this day forward. Their coffee is good, you have to admit. If you work there for a good month or two, maybe you’d even end up saving cash by making your own drinks instead of having to buy them.

You decide to take the path through the parking lot to make your exit. There’s more trees around, meaning more shade because it’s really freaking hot. It’s very bare in the lot. You pass by a few cars, of which you assume belong to faculty and staff, until one of them honks at you, and you flinch to a halt.

Another honk. Your brows furrow. Looking around, you try to find the culprit, but you end up moving your head in just the right direction for the sun to beam its light directly into your eyes, blinding you temporarily, and you wince. God damn it. You hear another honk again, and you feel yourself start to get irritated. It’s coming from behind you. You spin your heels, vision still muddy from the direct sun attack, but nevertheless you start walking.

“Seriously, who the hell keeps fucking— oh!”

You bump into someone. You feel them balance you by your shoulders.

“You should’ve seen how dumb you looked.” You hear a snicker. Of fucking course, it’s Choi Beomgyu. Who else would it be? “But hey, you make a pretty good pigeon jerking your head around like that.”

“Fuck you,” you jab his arms off. “What are you even doing here?”

Beomgyu notices your coffee and takes a shameless sip from it before answering, “Get in the car. It’s so freaking hot out, jesus.” 

You don’t really have a choice because he practically shoves you into the passenger’s seat. So gentle. You nearly spill your drink all over when your ass lands on the leather cushion. 

“I was just about to sleep again after you dropped off the food earlier,” he explains while starting the car, and you watch him intently. Whenever your schedules matched, you’d sometimes go to and from uni together. But you can’t seem to get used to the image of your friend acting like a responsible adult. It’s fucking with you a bit. “But then I got a message from Prof Kim, asking if I could come by the office today.”

He pulls out of the parking lot, and the cool air finally settles into your skin. “For what?” Beomgyu lets out a groan. Must’ve been for a not great reason.

“The EMC department is hosting a conference of some sorts this year and he asked if I could be a volunteer facilitator, ask a few others from the department to help and join along too.”

“Oh? You gonna do it?”

“Ugh. I don’t know.” You pass through security out the main gate and start heading back to your apartment. “I wanted to come home over the break but the working days for this thing will apparently last throughout the summer. Prof Kim did say this will be minused from my volunteer hours, but I don’t know.” Beomgyu then gives you a side eye all of a sudden. “Speaking of. You undutiful daughter.”

“What?” you leer.

“Your mom hoped that you’d be home for the summer, too. Why didn’t you ask her first before enrolling for summer classes?”

“Why the hell do you two keep talking about me behind my back?” You’re shriveling up. Seriously, why does your mom contact him before you? This is getting ridiculous. “And I’m doing all this so I can graduate early and find a job early, by the way. I don’t even have a full week of classes so I can still come home the first week of July.”

Apparently, you two argued for long enough to finally reach your building. 

“Tell me when you plan on going home,” he says, leaning against the wall beside your door watching as you key in your passcode to your unit. 

“Obviously,” you roll your eyes, smiling. The door unlocks. You push it open. “You’re my free ride after all.” 

Now, your expected response from that is another retort from him, how you’ve been exploiting his kindness and whatnot and you’d have to snark back as well. But for some reason Beomgyu just stays quiet. He says nothing, an unreadable look on his face as he looks at yours. You raise a brow.

“What is it this time?”

Choi Beomgyu says nothing. He lifts up an arm, points his index finger near your face, and jabs his finger straight into your forehead.

“I’ll send you a review of your bokkeumbap later.” He laughs at your appalled expression.

“You’d be shocked to find out it’s better than my mom’s,” you say back, a hand tending to the spot he just attacked unprompted.

“You wish.”

“Eat shit.”

“Oh, I definitely will.” 

You send him a kick, which he dodges before fleeing into the safety of his apartment. Slippery bastard. Anyhow, you call it a day and settle into your own place. Few hours later, Beomgyu indeed sends you a review of your cooking with a photo of an empty dish attached. Three out of five, he says. Slippery bastard turned ungrateful bastard.

The next day, you’re at Horangnabi again. The night prior, you called Julie’s number and gave her the news that you’re in, and she told you to come an hour before opening so they can get you settled.

You come in with a greeting, and you see Julie look up from behind the counter to wave you in with a smile. “You’re here! Hanbin, come meet our new part-timer.”

At the mention of Hanbin’s name, you immediately double take, and emerging from the door to what you assume is the storage area is indeed the Hanbin you know from the coding club. 

“You!” you immediately shriek, almost feeling a hint of betrayal because this is the first time you’ve seen him in daylight, because their clubroom is always so fucking dark. And in something other than the god damned flannels everyone in their club is always so fond of wearing like it’s an unspoken uniform. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, so it is you!” Hanbin happily exclaims. “I thought it was just someone with the same name.”

Julie was delighted to find out you two already knew each other. You skip all the necessary introductions and jump in head first into getting acquainted with the equipment instead.

“We’ll go through all of the drinks first. I also have the recipes printed out over here in case you need reference.”

Having a familiar face in an unfamiliar workplace is indeed a pleasant surprise, but there’s also a familiar sense of dread to have one of Beomgyu’s coding club buddies in here. Granted, he doesn’t annoy or tease you as much as the others, but those guys have already given themselves a label in your head, and Sung Hanbin is no exception to your collective bad impression.

“And then you twist the handle— just like that.”

You’re in the middle of your first latte, the espresso machine up and running. After which, Hanbin teaches you how to use the milk steamer without any difficulty, and you pour the milk into the same cup as the espresso you made earlier. “Wow,” Hanbin remarks. “You’re pretty good at this.”

“I think it’s all thanks to the caffeine I’ve ingested,” you say. “Skill buff. Or whatever you guys say.”

Hanbin laughs and compliments your latte once more. Needless to say, it doesn’t take long for your discomfort to completely disappear because at this point in time, Beomgyu’s friends would already start asking you about him— where he is, why isn’t he with you, etcetera etcetera. But his name has not left Hanbin’s mouth even once, and it’s already the end of your first day.

“It’s always slow here, except on rare occasions, so you’ll be able to handle it with no problems,” Julie says before sending you off. “Anyway, Hanbin and I will be around during your shifts, so you can run to us in case a particularly grumpy student comes to order.”

Hanbin gives you a thumbs up and a bright grin. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

And that’s how you established your new routine for the rest of the summer. It’s just like Julie said. Things are pretty slow. The only notable thing that happened on your second day at work is Beomgyu sending you a very unflattering, low-angle selfie under the blinding lights of the faculty office glaring behind his head with the text message that he said yes to volunteering for the conference. Sad face emoji included. 

On Thursday, Julie taught you how to make a damn good waffle. On Monday next week, you got your first shitty customer. Finally on Friday, you decided to open your skeleton closet to Hanbin, because not once since your a little over a week of working here has he asked you about the whereabouts of Choi Beomgyu.

“You and Beomgyu are friends right?”

There aren’t any customers except for the regulars from Bio that are almost always found in the corner of the cafe until closing. Hanbin is wiping the already squeaky clean counter because there is nothing to do. “Yes?” he answers, a smile on his face, but with a tone that’s evidently confused. “So are you?”

Christ. Now you’re the one bringing that bastard up. “Right. It’s just a little odd.” There, you bring up what you’ve observed so far since working here, and the fact that you and him have shared actual conversations not involving your old friend, and how it’s pretty surprising to you. “One time, I thought someone was going to confess to me. Turns out he just wanted me to convince Beomgyu to help him rank up in League.”

“Well, I don’t really need any help in that area.” Hanbin laughs, shaking his head. “Sounds like you and him have been friends for a long time.”

Neither of you have told anyone about your history. No reason in particular. Beomgyu just never found the need to tell his friends that you’ve known each other from birth, and neither have you. But Hanbin’s presence, when separated from the rest of his friends, just feels like a blanket of comfort, and you find yourself spilling your guts to him— including the previous three to four month cold war you caused and the reasons.

Hanbin is patient. He listens the entire time with an attentiveness you can only compare to a saint. “I guess being a social butterfly has its unintentional consequences. I’m just happy to hear you two made up.”

“I probably would never regularly step foot in your dungeon hole otherwise.”

He laughs. “The guys in the club also tease you a lot, don’t they? Doesn’t it bother you?”

You press your lips together. “Yeah, but at this point it’s just white noise to me now.”

Hanbin looks at you. “That doesn’t mean you enjoy it either.”

Well. He’s not wrong. 

Your conversation gets cut short with the cafe bell signaling the entrance of customers. You look at the door. It’s a whole stampede of people. It’s Choi Beomgyu and his friends and you can’t even go on a day of talking about them without them showing up.

“Whoa, I’ve never been here before.”

“Dude, you’re in your third year. Where the hell have you been?”

“Doesn’t Hanbin hyung work here—”

“Yeah, let’s ask him to give us free cookies.”

“Hyunjin, buy me a drink.”

“Buy your own drink, nerd.”

“Hi, I’ll have an iced americano, and a— o-oh, my god.”

You’re face to face with Yang Jeongin who nearly pisses himself upon the recognition that it’s you behind the corner. It dominoes to the rest of the group. You don’t know why they’re being so dramatic. You let out a huff and a sigh. “An iced americano and…?” 

Jeongin doesn’t get to answer. Beomgyu unwedges himself from the group and squeezes his way to the counter. “You work here now?” 

You cock a brow. “Uh. Yeah.”

“Since when?” he immediately follows up. You’re a little taken aback.

“Since last Tuesday,” you answer after recounting. Beomgyu makes a face that burrows a pit in your stomach.

“You didn’t tell me.”

Okay. Now you’re very taken aback. There’s a cough from the crowd. And then a very intuitive, not-so-hushed remark from one of the boys. “Holy shit. They’re having a lovers’ quarrel.”

It hits a nerve. Hanbin quickly dissuades anything before you could open your mouth. “So, what are you guys ordering?”

The amount of drinks to make and pastries to bring out gets you busy for a while, but you still keep an eye on Beomgyu, watching as he settles back to normal joking mode with his friends while you try to find an opening to talk to him. You and Hanbin finish making all their orders, so you ask him if you can be excused for a moment. He tells you to go ahead and you make your way to Beomgyu, who’s sitting on one of the ends of the three conjoined tables in the more spacious corner of the store.

He’s talking to Yeonjun. When Yeonjun notices you approaching, he immediately quiets down, so you take this as permission to interrupt. You tap on Beomgyu’s shoulder. “Hey.” He turns around and looks up. “You good?”

Beomgyu opens his mouth, about to say something— “Ahem,” — but then Yeonjun clears his throat, accidentally catching the attention of the rest of the boys, and they’re suddenly popping out their heads like meerkats in your direction. “Should I give you two some space?”

“What’s going on?”

“They’re having a moment.”

“Oh my god.”

“Do you guys sell popcorn?”

You’re used to their teasing. You’re used to their bullshit, really. You’re fine if they pull on your hair strands inside their clubroom, but for fuck’s sake this is a public space. Heeseung isn’t even around, but it seems like all his clubmates caught his disease. Your bio regulars are sneaking a few glances at the commotion. There are other customers too. You’re visibly annoyed and embarrassed— which doesn’t go over Beomgyu’s head, because he notices. And he also looked like he’s getting irritated. 

“Hey, you two should just apologize and make up!”

Beomgyu gets up. You see his jaw clench. Oh no. You quickly grab his arm with a tug before he can do anything— only for Hanbin to show up with a tray, setting it down on their table in a less than gentle manner. They flinch. They shut up. Hanbin sets down a few plates with a chilling smile.

“We don’t have popcorn, but here are your fries,” he says. Wow. “Do you guys want to add anything else?”

There’s a single squeak from the group. “No, we’re good.”

Hanbin hums in acknowledgement and retrieves the tray from the table— not without sending you a thumbs up, to which you mouth a thank you in return. He smiles and nods before going back to the counter, and there you feel Beomgyu removing your hold on his arm from a while ago, and you quickly flit your attention back to him, fearing that you might’ve upset him. Again. Like last time.

“Wait—”

“Are you trying to slack off?” he jeers. You look at him, a little surprised. Beomgyu nudges his head to the counter and you see a few customers filtering in. He did remove your hand from his arm, but he’s still holding it. “I’m not upset because you didn’t tell me you started working here. Well. I was. A bit. But not anymore.”

You feel his thumb run through your knuckles, going over the bumps of each joint, followed by a gentle squeeze.

“It must’ve been heaven for you to get some peace and quiet for once. But then I had to bring these losers around,” he wrinkles his nose. You feel a load get off of your chest. Beomgyu lets go of your hand. “If you told me beforehand, I would’ve steered them away from here.”

“Well it’s fine as long as they don’t cause a scene.” You say the last part a little bit louder than conversational-volume. From the corner of your eye, you see Hyunjin cough on his fry. “Anyway, I gotta get back to work.”

“No shit. Go do what you’re paid for, slacker.”

He lands a smack on your back and you’re pushed off to do your job. Gosh. Hanbin welcomes you back to the station and the both of you are kept busy for the time being, up until late afternoon strikes, and Beomgyu says he can’t drive you home today since they’re still needed back at the faculty office.

“Your girlfriend can get home just fine! Prof Kim’s looking for us, hurry—”

And just like that, he gets lugged out of the cafe. Jeongin laments about returning to “printing hell,” whatever he means by that, and the walls of Horangnabi are once again returned to their original state— peace and quiet.

The bell jingles. You hear nothing but the metronomic melody from the speakers. “Your friends are so draining,” you tell Hanbin.

He just laughs. “They’re quite energetic.”

You should’ve appreciated the serenity and calmness of your first couple of days working here because for the next few weeks, the coding club has decided that the campus cafe is going to be their regular hangout spot from now on. Or until their summer volunteer work finally ends.

“You know, you’re so pretty.”

It’s the end of June now. You’re wiping off some spilled milk from the counter when Julie suddenly decides to dote on you. She’s on the other side of the counter, face between her palms, and your wiping stops, face flushed.

“I—I’m sorry?”

“You’re like the prettiest flower in a garden and I’d fend off all the other bees and butterflies just to have you for myself,” she doubles down. You release a laugh, mildly forced because holy shit, this is a new kind of attention. “No wonder you have all these guys buzzing around you all the time.”

Julie thumb-points at the corner the coding club guys usually occupy. You hear Hyunjin losing his shit over something—

“I think he’s the one they keep buzzing around, seonbae.”

—something Choi Beomgyu very likely said considering the grin he has on his face, and how Yeonjun is also collapsing on his shoulders. You watch as his grin disappears into a cup, taking a sip from the lime soda he ordered. Then he notices you staring. He settles down the drink and gets up. 

“Oh no, he’s coming over.”

“What?” he says after reaching the counter, taking the spot next to Julie. “Are you talking shit about me again?”

“Hey, not everything is about you, insect,” answers Julie. Those two have gotten pretty close too. “I was talking about how pretty our new barista is. She’s a breath of fresh air. A rose among the truckload of weeds sullying the pretty interiors of our dear cafe.”

Beomgyu snorts at the comparison. You give him the stink eye.

“I get what she means,” Hanbin slides into conversation. He hums and passes you the milkshake Jeongin ordered. It’s still missing the whipped cream on top. You fetch a container from the fridge and walk back to your station, only to be met by a sudden debate on what kind of flower you are now.

“No, no. She’s not a rose,” you hear Yeonjun interject. “Appearance wise, she’s like a daffodil. Personality wise, she’s a venus flytrap.” A few of them chortle and laugh. You roll your eyes and start shaking the container.

“You’re wrong, she’s a hydrangea!”

“Aren’t they poisonous?”

“Exactly.”

A few more give their pitches. Honestly, you’re pretty impressed by the amount of knowledge these gamer gremlin boys have. You finish Jeongin’s milkshake and give it back to Hanbin for delivery. Beomgyu is quiet throughout the whole debacle, until Hyunjin eggs him on to give his pitch. They need to hear the expert’s verdict, he says. Beomgyu just brushes them off until he notices you looking at him expectantly. He pauses. He’s actually thinking about it. You’re pleasantly surprised at his sudden thoughtfulness— that is, of course, until he actually opens his freaking mouth.

“You’re a milkweed.”

It’s like a ball gets punted into your head. It bounces off and lands on the ground. You hear a wheeze from the boys. You give Beomgyu the middle finger.

“A weed! Not even a flower!”

“Hey, they are flowers! Go look it up!”

Beomgyu can’t redeem himself anymore. You’re already looking at him with bitter disgust and Julie proceeds to call him a piece of shit.

“It really is a flower!” 

He still defends, pleading his case to you even after the topic has shifted. Julie has left to clean up some tables. Beomgyu remains in his spot on the other side of the counter until you decide to believe him and his alleged substantial botanical knowledge. 

“Sure, whatever,” you deride. Beomgyu is still pouty. “Anyway, your conference thingy is this weekend, right? We’re going home right after?”

“Yeah,” he says, still sounding a little bitter and you bite down a laugh. His eyes flutter down, noticing something on your chin, and offhandedly wipes off what you assume is some stray whipped cream from earlier with his thumb. “Do you wanna leave in the morning or afternoon?”

“Oooooh.”

Lee Heeseung suddenly rears his head near the counter to return their empty plates. He’s back from vacation and now he’s here to reclaim his rightful spot as your number one annoyance. “Get a room,” he says with a shit eating grin that you want to wipe the floor with.

“Why’d you even come back early?” you leer at him. “Weren’t you supposed to be island hopping until the end of July?”

He sticks his tongue out. Beomgyu just laughs. “I can’t miss Sungchan’s party. You’re going, right?”

Right. The alleged wildest, most epic summer rager Jung Sungchan mentioned before parting ways with you and Minjeong over vacation. He texted you about it again last night. You couldn’t leave him on read because he called you immediately after.

“Unfortunately,” you lament. “Sungchan’s gonna throw a tantrum if I don’t show up.”

“You know Sungchan?” Beomgyu suddenly asks. 

You give him a pointed look. “Duh, obviously. We’re in the same major.”

It’s like a lightbulb materializes on the top of his head. “Ah,” he says. “I forgot you had other friends.”

You quickly retaliate by attacking him with the nearest thing you can get your hands on: a dish towel. He lets out a very fake, very dramatic yelp of pain and tells on you to Julie noona for abusing your customers and that you should be fired. 

“You’re no customer, you termite.”

“Ack! Noona! She’s hitting me again!”

“Is this how the youngins flirt nowadays?”

Both of you freeze in frame— him trying to yank your weapon from your hands and you with an arm up ready to throw a punch— and turn your heads towards Heeseung, who has a very smug smile playing on his face. You shoot Beomgyu a glare before roughly tugging the dish towel from his grasp. “Shut your mouth, Hee. How’s it going with your compsci girlie, anyway. You’ve stopped bragging since last month.”

Heeseung’s smile stiffens. He breathes out a ‘haha,’ before starting to turn away. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Serves him right. After a while you routinely bid them good riddance since they have to leave for volunteer work again. The weekend comes rolling, they finish the conference, and, with summer vacation coming to a close, you also bid your part-time job here at Horangnabi farewell as well after two-months of service. 

“It’s not like she’s never coming back here,” Beomgyu huffs. You two decided to stop by before leaving off to your hometown, Monday after their conference. Julie refuses to stop squeezing you. Beomgyu tugs on your shirt sleeve, but you don’t budge. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Coming from the guy who’s spending the entire week with her,” Julie spits back. “You better bring her back here in one piece, you bug.”

Choi Beomgyu succeeds in retrieving you this time. The container carrying two cups of coffee swings in your hand as an arm hooks around your neck, tipping you back, and the top of your skull hits Beomgyu’s chin.

“Hanbin, we’re heading out.”

“Drive safe!”

You’re only spending a little over a week in Daegu. You two still need to come back to Seoul in time for Jung Sungchan’s, cough, epic summer rager. He hasn’t missed a day in reminding you about it. You’re out for a joint-family dinner with Choi Beomgyu and his family and your phone buzzes only to see Sungchan’s text saying [three days. i better see you there 🫵🫵🫵]. 

“Your classes don’t even start until September.”

It’s the third week of August. Your mom decides to walk you to Beomgy’s car. “I still need to enroll and register for my classes,” you tell her. “I’ll call you when I arrive.” You pause. “And if you want to know what I’m up to, just ask me directly for god’s sake. Quit asking that guy.”

That guy wrinkles his nose at you. “Auntie, don’t listen to her. She’s just being jealous.”

“Wait until I tell your mom about how you nearly set fire to your kitchen.”

“Say a single word and I’m never letting you in my car anymore.”

Jung Sungchan’s party is at their vacation home in Eunpyeong District because his parents aren’t in the country. There’s a pool (gross). He promised you and Minjeong exclusive room access to escape to in case of emergencies (nice). It’s late afternoon. Beomgyu is already there because, well, he’s Choi Beomgyu and everyone’s obsessed with him. You’re still at Minjeong’s apartment, getting ready and borrowing some of her accessories.

“You sure you don’t want me to drive you guys here?” he asks over the phone. You can barely hear him with the noise in the background. “Taxi fare’s expensive.” 

“Yeah, it’s fine.” Minjeong makes a face from the foot of the bed while she irons her hair. “I’ve saved up a lot of pocket money thanks to you being my personal chauffeur anyway. And Minjeong doesn’t like you. She thinks you’re a douchebag.”

“I don’t even know her!”

“Bye.” You hang up. Minjeong still has a look on her face. “What?”

“I think he’s stringing you along,” she says bitingly.

You let out a huff. “How can he string me along when I don’t even like him?” Minjeong simply says that Choi Beomgyu gives her bad vibes, whatever the fuck she means because the only vibe Beomgyu exudes is the vibe of extreme annoyance. You hop off Minjeong’s bed and change into the outfit you brought, opting to put on this very big, droopy sunhat you once bought at a flea market as extra protection. It’s stupid hot out. You steal some of Minjeong’s sunscreen as well before finally heading out.

“Did Sungchan invite everyone at uni or something?”

A foot into his gate, it’s already so crowded. Like really fucking crowded. There’s music blasting somewhere. You can’t find Sungchan anywhere in the yard so you and Minjeong squeeze your way into the house, and there you find him with Heeseung. Minjeong yells for his attention, and he spins around with a big smile. “Hey, you made it!” Sungchan hurls himself at you with a bone crushing hug. “It feels like it’s been ten years since I last saw you.”

“Quit being so dramat— ack! Tap out, tap out! I give!”

He finally releases you, and you grunt. “Here you go.” He tosses the keys to the room he promised. 

“Have fun partying.” Minjeong snatches it into her hands immediately. You scan the area for a bit. You see Hyunjin and Jeongin in the corner of the living room.

“Boo, you’re so lame,” jeers Sungchan, to which Minjeong just ignores and tugs your arm.

“How about you?” she asks.

You shift your gaze back to her. “I’ll go look for Choi Beomgyu’s round head first then hermit up there with you.” Minjeong makes a gagging noise before going off for the staircase. You’re ready to take out your phone to shoot Beomgyu a text, but you feel a sudden weight on the top of your head, so you look up, brows knitted.

“Your boyfie’s out in the back, sunshine,” Sungchan says while attempting to snatch your hat. 

“Not my fucking boyfriend.” You swat his hand away and readjust the hat on your head. “But thanks. Later.”

The thing about your longtime friend is that no matter how crowded the place, no matter how flooded an area is with people and people and people— he’s generally very easy to find. Just look for a crowd, look for bodies circling around each other and whoever is at the epicenter, at the eye of the storm, is more often than not Choi Beomgyu.

Your trick is proven to be effective this time around as well. When you leave the living room through the glass doors to the backyard, you spot him instantaneously sitting on the ledge of the other side of the pool, feet dipping into the water as he laughs along with the large group surrounding him. It’s bright out— the sun’s rays bouncing off from the water’s surface to glitter the underside of his face. Even the sun has his attention. It’s so comically ridiculous that you almost roll your eyes into a scoff. That is until you see him see you, and within a moment’s notice, he’s up on his feet and is departing from the crowd to walk up to you.

“You’re here.”

The first thing he does is swipe the sunhat from your head, adding it to his obnoxiously colored outfit: a bright pink buttoned top with neon orange flowers, the color matching the necklace he’s uncharacteristically wearing. He’s also got a pair of square framed sunglasses perched on his nose. “Is this your highlighter cosplay?” you ask, snickering. 

He shoots you a glare. “Fuck off. What took you so long, anyway? Thought you got lost or something.”

“I wish I did,” you grunt. There’s a holler and a splash from somewhere. You feel a few droplets hitting the skin of your feet. Beomgyu tugs you by the arm a little farther away from the pool. “This is way too noisy for my liking. And I thought I’ve been desensitized by you and your friends.” 

“Yeah, but—”

“Beomgyu!”

A third voice suddenly barges in from behind you. Beomgyu’s eyes leave your face for a second when you feel someone brush past your shoulders. “Hey!” Beomgyu greets back, giving who you assume is one of his friends a high five before the guy runs off again, then his gaze flits back to you. “Anyway—”

“Hey, kid, haven’t seen you in a while!”

A more familiar face shows up and greets Beomgyu with a slap on the back, once more fishing away his attention. You’ve seen him at Horangnabi before, you think. “Hyung, I’ll get to you in a sec!” he says. When Beomgyu looks at you again, his smile quickly drops into a pursed huff. “Ugh.”

You laugh. “You were saying?”

Beomgyu smacks his tongue in distaste, tugging you even further into a corner in the backyard, right next to a bush-lined fence under the shade. “I was trying to say— it’s good to get out of your comfort zone once in a while, you know. Your mother would cry tears of joy to hear that her hermit of a daughter is at a party.”

“Why do you always bring up my mother when you want to make a point?”

“Extra leverage,” he grins. “There’s drinks in the cooler. Want me to get you one?”

“Nah,” you say. “I’m gonna hole up in Sungchan’s room in about—” you check the time on your phone. “Ten minutes. Minjeong’s already in our sanctuary.”

You receive a pinch on the nose from Beomgyu for that. You try to elbow him off, and just as he’s about to say something again, you two hear his name being yelled out from somewhere in the area. “Choi Beomgyu! Pool volleyball, stat!” Beomgyu pauses, arms dropping to his sides and his shoulders slump in defeat. A single breath of wind, he’s gonna fall over.

“God fucking damn it.”

It’s very funny seeing him like this. “Off you go,” you push his limp body out of the shade, the sun hitting you both once more. Beomgyu makes a grunt of protest. “Go, butterfly, go. Your people are waiting for you.”

Beomgyu gives you a look of awful judgment, but starts unbuttoning his shirt anyway in preparation to take a dive. “You’re not gonna swim?” he asks.

“In that water?” you grimace. “Want me to catch a disease or some shit? You’re on your own, pal.”

“Drama queen,” he huffs, fully removing his shirt now and you’re like whoa there— eyes away, eyes away. A screeching voice calls from his attention. He looks behind to yell back, “Shut the fuck up, I’ll there in a minute!”

“Hand me your phone,” you tell him, holding out your hand. Beomgyu turns around, looking at you with his atrociously bright shirt hanging on his forearm. You clear your throat. “And clothes. Ask Sungchan for directions to his room to find me later.”

“You sure?” he asks, digging into his short pockets.

“Yeah. Go have your fun, loser.”

Beomgyu hums and takes your offer, handing you his phone, tossing his shirt to your face, putting your sun hat back on top of your head and making sure to ruin your hair in the process. He’s so fucking annoying. “I’ll be back after I kick their asses.”

The shirt drops from your face and falls, only to hang on your arm. “Hey. I don’t really care,” you say. Beomgyu doesn’t find that response satisfactory. He makes a face before running off, slow at first before breaking into a sprint once he’s near enough the pool, before jumping straight into the water with a loud splash!

His head emerges from the water, largely grinning with his hair sticking to his skull. It doesn’t take long for him to be swallowed by a group of people. You take this as your cue to leave.

“I know you hate it when people assume you’re dating. But seeing all that, I really can’t blame them.”

“Holy shit— Minjeong,” you jump, meeting face-to-face with your friend the moment you spin your heels. She’s got her arms crossed, looking at you like she’s massively unimpressed. “When did you get here?”

“I thought you died or something,” she shrugs. There’s a splash from the pool, you two getting hit as collateral damages and Minjeong makes a gagging noise. “I can’t believe I left home early for this mess.”

You make a noise of agreement. It’s around four right now, the number of people isn’t getting any smaller, and the music is yet to get louder. Choi Beomgyu’s shirt and phone are still on your person. Said phone buzzing incessantly in your hold. “I’ve been out here for a good ten minutes,” you say. “I think that’s enough.”

“Good call. Let’s go upstairs.”

On the way to the room, you bump into Heeseung, who ropes you in to taking two jello shots before setting you free. You also greet a few people that you know for uni here and there, but you can barely hear them over, well, everything. It’s so chaotic, you’re beginning to wonder how the hell Jung Sungchan is going to clean up the aftermath of this. Or maybe that’s why he was so desperate to have you and Minjeong over. So that you’d help him clean up. 

Minjeong seems to agree with your theory. You two key in the door to the room he gave you while cussing him out. “That bastard. Of course, he’d have ulterior motives.” The door opens. Minjeong lets herself in and immediately throws herself face-first onto the bed. “I’m gonna nap.”

“You dressed up all cutely just to sleep at a party,” you say, scanning around the room for a place to put away Beomgyu’s things. 

“Hey, my ten minutes of screentime needs to be worth it,” she replies, voice muffled by the mattress. “Night, night.”

With how pretty the interiors look, you’re pretty sure this isn’t a room Sungchan frequents. A guest bed, maybe. There’s a large window on the opposite wall revealing a vivid backyard view, sheer white curtains filtering the sun. It’s very bohemian. Tasseled rugs, rattan decor hung all around. You notice the round, wicker seat next to the bed with a patterned cushion. You toss Beomgyu’s belongings there and walk up to the window.

Peeling back the curtain, you look down to see a flood of people scattered all about the yard, muffled music and noises leaking into the cracks of the room. Choi Beomgyu is still splashing around the pool. You watch as he throws a beach ball overhead, eyes following it fly across the water, until it ultimately bounces off the pool ledge and hits someone from behind. He looks pretty happy with the stunt. You let out a huff, a tug on the corners of your mouth, and let yourself sink into the soft rug in between the bed and the windowsill, laying down.

You hear Minjeong squirming from above. Damn, she’s actually sleeping. You’d get up there and join her too, but the floor is already comfortable, and you’re already yawning, so you feel yourself starting to doze off, lulled by the distant sounds of people from the outside.

When you open your eyes again, it’s orange.

You open your phone. Almost six in the evening. The sunset leaks into the room through the sheer curtain, painting shadows on the floor as you blink and regain your consciousness.

Then you hear three sharp knocks from the other side of the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Coming.” It takes a while for you to reconnect the wires in your brain. You let out a yawn as you make your groggy steps towards the door, seeing Minjeong wedged into the upper corner of the bed in a way that’s definitely going to wrinkle her outfit. There’s a few more knocks on the door. You twist the knob open and lo and behold—

It’s Choi Beomgyu.

“Oh, thank god, I found the right room this time.”

Half-clothed. With a very evident, painful red mark on his left cheekbone.

“Holy shit. What the hell happened to you?”

You’re wide awake now. Beomgyu answers with a sheepish grin. “Well. You see. A little accident occurred.” 

He flinches back and looks away guiltily with tightly pressed lips the moment you nudge your face closer. It’s swollen. You take a step back with a sigh. “Explain,” you say, grabbing him into the room. You tip the door close with your foot and bring him to the foot of the bed, careful not to wake Minjeong up in the process.

“Some of the guys got a little too tipsy,” he starts as you sit him down onto the mattress. You kneel onto the bed stool, sinking into the loose blanket draped on the cushion just next to his outstretched legs while he continues yapping. “There was a surfboard involved. Don’t ask. But with alcohol-induced lack of coordination, and then there’s me who was by the pool ledge at the wrong place at the wrong time— I think you can get an idea of what happened.

He leans back, sinking his hands into the cushion. You dip forward. “That’s nothing to brag about.” Yeah, he’s gonna need some ice. 

“I think I bumped my head a little too.”

You feel a breath escape. He’s smiling. How many beer cans has he downed already? “Beomgyu. Seriously. What the fuck?” His face is irritating you, so you grab it and yank it down to get a good look of his big, round head. “Where?”

“Ack! Gently! Do it gently!” he complains, and you feel his right hand coil around your left wrist. “It’s father in the back, I think—”

“Quit grabbing—”

“Ow!”

You do manage to find the bump, but you accidentally press on it a little too hard, causing Choi Beomgyu to yank your wrist in surprise, jerking you forward out of balance. Now, that’s fine and all, but at the same moment, you hear two unfamiliar voices speaking in hushes approaching the door. Your eyes widen.

“Are you sure this room is empty?”

“Yeah, it’s empty, just—”

Swing! 

You try to get up. But your knees slip on the blanket on the stool and you stumble forward upon hearing the door slam open.

It’s a domino effect. Your palms are pressing against the soft mattress. Choi Beomgyu’s bruised face is looking straight at you in alarm. From underneath. You’re on top of him. On the bed. You snap your head towards the door and it’s wide, wide open with two people, half inside, and a few more heads poking in and zeroing in on you as the realization that you forgot to fucking lock it dawns upon you and soaks into your bones.

This. This isn’t a favorable position.

God damn it all.

“Sorry!”

And the door is slammed shut once more. That doesn’t matter. The damage has been done. You feel your face starting to burn and your strength attempting to escape from your body.

“Uh.”

The voice from below you reels your attention back in. You blink. Shit. You’re practically pinning Choi Beomgyu against the bed right now and his face is just a few inches away from yours. The heat is rising to your head. You want to move, but your arms won’t budge— seemingly temporarily locked into place by the shock of the sight underneath you.

His eyes are wide open, reflecting the orange tinted light from the ceiling, flushing his skin with a light shade of auburn, the tint deeper on his cheeks and nose. You see his throat bob, muscles contracting. 

The thing is, you’ve known him for a good twenty years or so, give or take. But you’ve never seen his face this close before, and you have to admit—

“C—can you move?”

Choi Beomgyu is kind of pretty.

Even with an ugly bruise forming underneath his eye.

“Hey. I don’t think this is gonna help kill any of the rumors.”

You look up to see Minjeong further up on the bed, very, very awake. You forgot she’s here. You toss yourself to the side with a squeak, practically hurling yourself off from the bed. “It—it was an accident!” you start. Minjeong simply shakes her head with sigh.

“I know. I saw everything. I was already awake the moment you sat this fucker’s ass on the bed.”

Hot. Your face is very hot. But Minjeong is also very right because god— you’re not sure how far things are gonna escalate. How many people saw that? Five? Maybe Six? Gosh, you don’t fucking know. The only thing you’re sure about is the fact that Lee Heeseung is gonna have a field day once he hears about this. You are royally screwed.

나비 / NABI. © hannie-dul-set, 2024.

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⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ FORBIDDEN ATTRACTION ┊ LEE HEESEUNG

“are you sure you want to play with me?” 🥀 part of the forbidden attraction series 🥀 gryffindor!heeseung

also read . . . sunghoon┊jake┊jay

SUMMARY┊if anyone was more popular than you at hogwarts, that person had to be lee heeseung – the young quidditch prodigy who has every girl at his feet and every boy following him like his puppies.

and it doesn’t help that he’s so full of himself – a true gryffindor. especially since he’s so sure that he will win you over, no matter what. and you’re not blind, you can see how attractive he is. and perhaps you should feel honoured that he wants no one but you.

but should you give in so easily? or play with him your own way?

WARNINGS ┊SMUT! hard smut such as: strip tease, switch!heeseung but more dom!heeseung, extreme dirty talk, praise kink as well as degrading kink, oral sex ( f & m ), face sitting, thigh grinding, rough sex, unprotected sex, missionary, doggy style, mirror sex?, spanking, possessive!heeseung, orgasm control. // mention of jake and reader hooking up. mention of hoon and reader hooking up. slut shaming. sloooow burn. mean!jay. alcohol consumption. sunoo gets drunk lol. language. heeseung is morally questionable but he redeems himself i swear 🤞🏻 fighting, a bit of violence, some plot twists ;) HEESEUNG IS DOWN BAAAAAAAD

AUTHOR’S NOTE ┊guess who went through a writer’s block? that’s why it took me so long to publish this chapter. BUT this is the longest piece of writing i’ve ever made, like CRAZY LONG. i hope you enjoy it ! :)

Winter settles upon Hogwarts like a heavy cloak, wrapping the ancient castle and its grounds in a blanket of stillness and cold.

Outside, the gardens lie dormant beneath a layer of frost, their once-vibrant colors muted by the icy touch of winter. The Black Lake freezes over, its surface shimmering with a layer of delicate ice that glitters in the pale sunlight of the early afternoon.

But despite the cold and the darkness, there is a beauty to winter at Hogwarts that cannot be denied. The castle takes on a magical quality, its ancient towers and turrets outlined against the stark winter sky like something out of a fairy tale. It's quite peaceful, you have to admit.

And even if the days appear dull, life is still moving fast inside the walls of the castle.

Only its vast courtyards and gardens exude peace and tranquility, silence pervades each and every one of their spaces.

All but one.

The Quidditch pitch.

Here, the silence is broken by the sounds of what seems a never-ending practice. The Gryffindor team, unfazed by the lingering chill, soars through the air, their crimson robes billowing behind them.

Spectators, bundled in warm cloaks and scarves, sit in the stands, cheering for their friends with fervor. Their breath forms clouds in the cold air, but their enthusiasm never lessens – and neither does yours.

You weren’t familiar with the magical world of Quidditch, but the sheer dedication and teamwork the various players display on the pitch inspire you. And surely you can’t be the only one who‘s always left in awe whenever they play – their abilities are only but admirable.

“Who had the brilliant idea to play this stupid game in the middle of winter?”

Sunoo’s voice cuts through your thoughts, tinged with mock frustration as he wraps his scarf tighter around his neck.

“Sunoo…” you call his name, sighing at the sound of his annoyance – but of course, he wouldn’t be the best friend you so love if he didn’t complain about… anything, really.

An amused chuckle beside you interrupts your scolding, making your head turn to look at the Hufflepuff sitting next to you – it’s not rare nowadays that you get to spend most of your afternoons with Jake Sim, and today is no different.

“C’mon, give him a break. After all, it was strange that he hadn’t complained about something yet.” He smirks, meeting your gaze in a playful manner. “I’m not surprised Quidditch isn’t to his liking.”

Sunoo shoots him an almost offended gaze, pouting slightly as he eyes at the two of you. “I’m just saying, there are warmer ways to show school spirit.”

The yellow scarf around his neck almost hides Jake’s playful grin, while he shrugs off at Sunoo’s words. “True, but where’s the fun in that?”

You can’t help but shake your head, giggles escaping your lips at their banter; it almost surprises you how quickly the two of them became close. While Sunoo is more cunning and malicious, Jake walks around him as if he’s his gentle reminder to be less harsh and more kind.

Jake’s laughter gets interrupted by a chill running down his spine, the cold getting the best of him as you and Sunoo eye each other playfully.

“You were saying?” Sunoo chips with a smirk on his face.

Jake rolls his eyes at his words. “I never said I wasn’t cold,” he remarks, rubbing his hands together. “I’m fucking freezing, actually.”

You laugh at his words, noticing his reddening cheeks as he tries to warm himself, curling up slightly.

“Why did you come here, then?” you ask, your tone light and teasing, your breath visible in the crisp air.

Jake gives you a knowing smile, his eyes briefly flicking toward the Gryffindor Quidditch team still hard at practice. “You know why,” he replies, his gaze settling on the players.

You follow his gaze, taking in the sight in front of you; the beaters swing their bats with precision, sending Bludgers whizzing through the air, while Chasers pass the Quaffle with swift accuracy. The Keeper’s eyes are sharp, scanning the overcast sky for any upcoming ball.

Everyone’s eyes, however, as well as their excitement, is solely directed on one particular person.

You focus on his movements, barely able to keep up with him as he dives expertly to intercept a Quaffle, swerving to avoid a Bludger before passing the ball to a teammate with unerring accuracy.

His presence is magnetic, drawing all attention as he moves around with a blend of grace and power. You’ve never seen a captain so devoted, his shouts of encouragement to his team are both authoritative and supportive.

Everyone gasps in amusement as he unexpectedly executes a flawless loop, catching the Quaffle in mid-air and flashing a triumphant grin at the spectators.

The action itself almost makes your eyes roll. However, you can’t deny your intrigue at his abilities. It’s evident he loves the attention, basking in the admiration of the crowd, eyes wandering around the pitch while gracing everyone with one of his charming smiles.

But in all honesty, it’s nothing new for you.

Lee Heeseung, the Gryffindor Quidditch captain, has always had a natural talent to make everything about him – and theatrically so. Tall and athletic, with a mop of dark hair that’s always perfectly tousled, he exudes confidence both on and off the pitch.

You watch him as his piercing eyes, full of mischief and determination, scan the stands as if to ensure every single person has acknowledged his latest feat until, for a brief moment, his gaze locks on you. There’s a flicker of recognition, and his confident grin widens into a teasing smirk. It’s a small, almost imperceptible shift, but you catch it, and for some reason it sends a thrill through you.

Although you blame the cold for your… unusual reaction.

“Ah, so it’s for the captain,” Sunoo’s voice awakens you once again as you meet his gaze, noticing his sparkling eyes set on the Hufflepuff next to you. “I didn’t take you for a fan.”

Jake chuckles, his breath puffing out in a cloud. “He’s my best friend, he’d never let me hear the end of it if I didn’t come to the last practise before the big game.”

“Still,” you barge in, your eyes wandering around you as you take in the large number of students gathered in the stands. “That doesn’t explain all this fuss for a simple practise.”

Your words catch the attention of a few girls standing behind you, whose harsh looks are enough to cut you deeper than a knife.

“Y/N, you know damn well,” Sunoo’s response hits you, his choice of words making Jake fight a chuckle. “It’s Heeseung we’re talking about. He’s practically a celebrity around here.”

Jake nods in agreement. “He’s got this way of making even the most muggle thing seem extraordinary. Plus, everyone wants a glimpse of what he’s planning for the big game.”

You can’t help but huff in annoyance, although you admit to yourself how greatly Heeseung thrives under pressure, always looking for an opportunity to showcase his talent and impress the crowd. “He does have a flair for the dramatic.”

Sunoo snorts. “A flair? That’s an understatement. He loves the spotlight more than anyone I’ve ever seen. Even more than you.”

You nod absentmindedly as your friend nudges at you, your gaze drifting back to Heeseung as he effortlessly commands the pitch. It’s hard to deny his magnetic presence, even if you’ve never quite warmed up to him.

Heeseung’s reputation as a popular heartthrob precedes him – he’s known for his charm and his string of fleeting romantic encounters, although romantic is not the word you’d use. You’ve seen the way he interacts with others, always with that same confident smirk and twinkle in his eyes and it almost irritated you how easily he got away with anything thanks to his charisma.

And how easily everyone fell on their knees for him.

Despite that, you can’t help but be captivated by him. There’s something intoxicating about the way he moves, the way he carries himself with such self-assuredness.

And you’re not foreign to his constant, endless ways to catch your attention whenever he can – Heeseung might be the Quidditch star and Gryffindor’s golden boy, but your presence commands just as much attention.

You’ve always been the center of admiration, not just for your looks but for your intelligence, charm, and effortless charisma. Every hallway you walk down, every class you attend, eyes follow you, whispers trailing behind.

Your popularity isn’t just a badge; it’s a crown. And Heeseung, despite his status, is acutely aware of it. He craves your attention, your acknowledgment, because in the world of Hogwarts, having your favor is akin to holding the highest honor.

And the fact that your impeccable reputation has not yet been damaged fascinates him even more.

You’ve noticed the way his eyes linger on you whenever you walk past him, the way he seems to go out of his way to catch your attention. It could be a simple action – an innocent yet precise bump on your shoulder – or even a few teasing words, and yet you never give him the satisfaction of being totally perceived by you. As if you’re completely unphased by his presence.

It’s almost amusing how transparent his attempts are, yet you continue to play along by feigning indifference.

The truth is you enjoy the thrill of it – the unspoken game between you two. Because he might not know, but it is a game for you, indeed. The way he tries to impress you, the subtle glances he shoots your way, the extra flair in his movements whenever he knows you’re watching – it’s all part of the dance you both partake in, though you always make sure to keep the upper hand.

The main difference is that Heeseung is almost desperate for your attention, always going the extra mile to draw you in, yet you maintain a cool detachment. It’s amusing, really, how the Gryffindor captain, adored by so many, is continually seeking your validation.

“And why did you come here?” Jake’s words surprise you, his teasing tone hitting you playfully as Sunoo adds himself to the conversation.

“Yeah, enlighten us,” Sunoo’s tone is sneakier than Jake’s. “Since you dragged me here and made me go through this torture.”

You smirk, glancing between the two of them. “Just because,” you say lightly, shrugging your shoulders.

Sunoo raises an eyebrow, a knowing look in his eyes. “Uh-huh. Just because?”

You shrug at his words, both your silence and the small smirk plastered on your face adding fuel to Sunoo and Jake’s curiosity. Your eyes wander back to the game in front of you, gaze searching for one person only.

But it doesn’t take long as you’re immediately met with an impeding figure flying on his broom, eyes boring into yours as he cheekily smiles when he notices your eyes set on him. Again.

Heeseung hovers for a moment, his eyes locked on yours, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. He executes a sharp turn, showing off with a graceful dive that has a bunch of girls gasping and cheering. He loops back up effortlessly, making his way toward your section of the stands.

Suddenly, a Bludger comes out of nowhere, narrowly missing his head. Heeseung reacts with lightning speed, dodging the flying ball and catching it with one hand, his reflexes impressive.

“Watch out, Captain!” One of his teammates, whose name you recall being Soobin, shouts from across the pitch.

Heeseung laughs, tossing the Bludger back into play with a casual flick of his wrist. “Yeah, thanks for the warning,” he calls back, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Show-off,” you mutter under your breath, though you can’t help but be impressed. He really is good.

Jake doesn’t seem to hear your huffed words as his voice gets tinted with concern. “He seems distracted,” he remarks.

Sunoo, who’s been quiet for the past few minutes (a challenge, you’d say), sends you a knowing look, smirking to himself as he notices a barely visible twinkle in your eyes as you look at the Gryffindor. He’d recognise that gaze everywhere – the one that’s hiding something intriguing.

And suddenly, something clicks in his brain.

That maybe, just maybe, this isn’t the first time he caught Lee Heeseung getting distracted by none other than you.

TWO DAYS BEFORE

The Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade was a haven of warmth and cheer amidst the winter chill.

The pub is bustling with students, their faces flushed from the cold, now glowing in the flickering light of the fireplace. The walls are adorned with old Quidditch memorabilia, enchanted paintings, and posters of past Hogsmeade events, giving the place a lived-in, timeless charm.

Students from all houses mingle, their rivalries set aside in the friendly, festive environment of the pub – everyone likes to find a lame excuse to have fun during the cold, endless winter at Hogwarts.

In one corner, a group of third-years are trying (and failing) to get the attention of Madam Rosmerta, while in another, a couple of seventh-years are deep in a serious discussion, likely about the upcoming exams.

However, it’s useless to say that everyone’s attention is solely set towards a large table near the center of the pub, where the Gryffindor Quidditch team is gathered.

Their animated chatter and bursts of laughter add liveliness to the loud ambiance. The various teammates are happily chatting, discussing their recent practice and strategies for the upcoming match, their faces alight with excitement.

And of course, the Captain himself sits among them, his easy confidence and charm making him the natural center of attention.

Differently from his teammates – busy coming up with new game strategies – his attention is focused on a girl sitting beside him, a Ravenclaw with bright eyes and an evident interest in the Gryffindor captain. He leans in close, his voice low and smooth as he speaks to her, clearly enjoying the way she hangs on his every word. His hand rests casually on the back of her chair, his posture relaxed and confident.

Heeseung’s flirtation is blatant, his laughter ringing out at her every comment, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He’s in his element, basking in the attention and admiration that always seems to follow him.

The girl giggles at something he says, her cheeks flushing with delight, and he grins, clearly pleased with himself.

She listen in amusement while she takes a bite of her chocolate frog, and a smudge of chocolate appears on her lips. Heeseung notices immediately, his smile turning playful. “You’ve got something right here,” he says, gesturing to his own lips.

She raises a hand to wipe it off, but Heeseung catches her wrist gently. “Let me,” he offers, his tone warm and teasing. He leans in temptingly, bring in his thumb to her lower lip, carefully wiping the chocolate away, his touch lingering just a fraction longer than necessary.

The girl’s breath catches, her cheeks flushing deeper as she looks up at him. “Uh… thanks,” she murmurs, her eyes wide with admiration.

Heeseung’s smile turns into a satisfied smirk, clearly enjoying the effect he has on her. “Anytime,” he replies smoothly. “It’s the least I can do for such a pretty girl.”

As he leans back, he makes sure to maintain eye contact, his expression a mix of charm and confidence. The girl’s eyes never leave his, clearly captivated by his antics.

The interaction doesn’t go unnoticed by the other students, but Heeseung seems completely at ease, and it’s clear that he’s enjoying every moment of the evening.

That is, until you walk in.

The door to the Three Broomsticks swings open, letting in a gust of cold air as you and Sunoo step inside. The warmth of the pub envelops you, and the buzz of conversations momentarily quiets as several heads turn to acknowledge your arrival. It’s impossible to ignore the shift in the atmosphere – your presence always commands attention.

Sunoo, being his extrovert self, waves cheerfully at a group of students nearby before guiding you towards an empty table. You follow, offering polite nods and smiles to those who greet you. Your eyes, however, can’t help but flicker towards the center of the room where Heeseung sits – it’s impossible not to when the Gryffindor Quidditch team continues to get louder and louder.

Heeseung’s gaze locks onto you the moment you enter, his easy confidence faltering for just a second. The playful smirk he had been directing at the Ravenclaw girl fades slightly as he watches you make your way through the crowd. His eyes linger on you, taking in every detail; the way you brush a few snowflakes from your cloak, the light in your eyes as you smile at a passing friend.

He’s totally smitten by your presence only.

And that doesn’t go unnoticed by the girl next to him.

She frowns slightly, her earlier delight fading as she senses the shift in Heeseung’s attention. She turns back to him, trying to regain his focus. “Heeseung,” she says, her voice soft but insistent. “You were telling me about that last Quidditch match…”

Heeseung blinks, momentarily brought back to the present. “Oh, right,” he replies, but his usual smoothness is gone. He starts to recount the details, but his eyes keep drifting back to you, his words trailing off more than once.

You and Sunoo settle into your seats, the warm ambiance of the pub enveloping you both. Sunoo scans the room, a bored expression pictured on his candid face.

“Absolute waste of time coming here,” Sunoo mutters, crossing his arms, and you can’t help but slap his arm playfully. “Seriously, there’s nothing to dooooo.”

You laugh, knowing exactly what he’s trying to say. “Don’t you remember the last time we came here and you almost choked on your third Butterbeer ‘cause you were too wasted to drink normally?” Your question comes off as a teasing. “I certainly do, so behave for today.”

Sunoo rolls his eyes, a playful grin on his face. “That was Jake’s fault! He kept daring me to drink more.”

You laugh again, shaking your head. “But you didn’t have to take every dare.”

Sunoo sighs dramatically, leaning back on his chair.

“Although technically that was Heeseung’s fault.”

You give him a confused gaze, before it clicks. Truthfully, it was Jake who convinced you and Sunoo to drink Butterbeer instead of your usual hot chocolate, but only because he was influenced by Heeseung himself.

It was during one of those rare Hogsmeade weekends when the whole group had decided to relax. You, Jake, Sunoo and a few others had gathered at the Three Broomsticks.

It started when Jake noticed Heeseung at the bar with a mug of Butterbeer in hand. He, with his ever-present smirk, had gestured the Hufflepuff over, challenging him to keep up with his drinking. And surprisingly Jake turned out to be one the never backs down from a challenge, and he ended dragging you and Sunoo, insisting that you all drink.

And that’s how you found yourselves at the bar, clinking mugs of Butterbeer, the sweet, frothy beverage going down smoother than you expected. It didn’t take long for the effects to kick in, the world around you becoming a little more vibrant, your laughter a little louder, and your movements a little less coordinated.

Sunoo had been the first to feel the full effects, nearly falling off his stool after his first mug. Jake wasn’t far behind, his face flushed and his words slurred as he tried to keep up with his best friend. And then there was Heeseung, who seemed to handle his drink with ease, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he watched the rest of you struggle.

It was his fault indeed.

And here you are now, a week later with a wave of nausea haunting you everytime you remember the intake of alcohol you consumed in one evening.

“Speaking of which.” Sunoo breaks the silence, mischief evident in his gaze as he looks over to the Gryffindor Quidditch team table. “Looks like someone can’t take his eyes off you.”

You follow Sunoo’s gaze and catch none other than Heeseung staring in your direction. The second he notices you looking back, he quickly diverts his attention, but not before you see a hint of a smirk on his face.

“Typical,” you mutter, rolling your eyes, although you fight off a smirk as you watch him tense in his spot, feeling your gaze on him.

Sunoo snickers. “He’s so obvious. It’s almost painful to watch.”

You glance over at Heeseung, who quickly looks away, pretending to be engrossed in his conversation. You can’t help but smirk, enjoying the game more than you’d care to admit. “Let him stare,” you say nonchalantly, though your eyes flicker back to him, betraying a hint of curiosity.

Sunoo hums at your words, soon noticing the playful glint in your eyes. “You know he’s just waiting for a chance to make his move, right?”

You nod at his words, shrugging it off as you meet your friend’s gaze in a sneaky manner. “Don’t know. He seems pretty busy to me.”

You smirk, glancing over at Heeseung who, despite his apparent interest in the conversation with the girl next to him, keeps sneaking glances your way.

“He’s not very subtle, though. Seems like he wants you to notice.” Sunoo laughs, clearly enjoying the game in front of him. “But again, when is he not trying to catch your attention?”

Sunoo’s right; ever since your first year at Hogwarts, you’ve been the main source of entertainment for Lee Heeseung. The endless pranks, the not-so-subtle attempts to get your attention, and the playful banter that always seemed to follow wherever you went. Despite his cocky demeanor and penchant for showing off, you had to admit he brought a certain excitement to your dull school days.

And today is not different, as you anticipate for any of his usual moves on you.

That, before your attention drifts away to Sunoo’s sudden raise of voice.

“Alright, I’m getting bored. Come with me.”

Sunoo grabs your arm and starts to drag you toward the bar stools, but you resist slightly, hitting him with a playful pout.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he warns, before tugging at your arm once again. “We need to drink, now. It’s either that or I’ll have to watch the Gryffindor captain drool after you.”

You chuckle at Sunoo’s dramatics, shaking your head in amusement. “Alright, alright,” you reply, allowing him to guide you towards the bar.

As you approach the counter, you can’t help but steal a glance towards the Gryffindor table. Heeseung’s charismatic presence is hard to miss, his laughter and playful demeanor drawing attention from all around.

His gaze, however, lingers on you as you walk past his table, his eyes following your every move with an unmistakable intensity. There’s a playful smirk tugging at his lips, his expression filled with a mix of admiration and amusement. He doesn’t even attempt to conceal his blatant staring, his boldness only adding to the intrigue of the moment.

As you pass by, you can feel the weight of his gaze on you, sending a shiver down your spine despite yourself. It’s not the first time Heeseung has openly admired you, but there’s something about the way he looks at you that never fails to send a thrill through your veins.

Sunoo notices the exchange and lets out an amused chuckle, nudging you playfully. “If he wasn’t hot he’d be a loser,” he teases, his eyes dancing with mischief.

You shush him quickly, giggling at his words as you arrive at the bar stool. “What? Only a loser wants a girl for so long without getting noticed.”

You roll your eyes at his remark, but there’s a hint of satisfaction in your smile as you sit down.

Although, Sunoo is not exactly right in this case – because despite your coldness and indifference, you can’t help but enjoy the way he longs after you. And a part of you feels genuinely surprised about the fact that he had never gave up on you.

You and Sunoo order your drinks, engaging in lively conversation while waiting for them, the cozy ambiance of the pub enveloping you.

However, the tranquility of the moment is abruptly shattered by the arrival of a group of Slytherins, led by none other than Park Jongseong. Or Jay, as he’s mostly known as.

The atmosphere shifts as Jay and his friends approach the bar, their presence casting a shadow over your conversation with Sunoo. You can feel the tension in the air thickening, a sense of unease settling over you as Jay’s eyes lock onto yours with a predatory glint.

Suddenly – right when Madam Rosmerta hands you one Butterbeer – Jay deliberately bumps into your shoulder, the glass dangerously shaking your hand as a few drops fall on your uniform.

His smirk widens into a smug grin as he looks down at you. “Watch where you’re going, princess,” Jay sneers, his voice dripping with contempt; you lost count on how many times you had to hear these very same words whenever you encountered him.

Your jaw clenches at his taunting tone, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, you hold his gaze, your eyes blazing with silent challenge.

“Funny, I was just about to say the same to you,” you retort, your tone icy. “What is it? You can’t walk straight now?”

Sunoo shoots you a warning glance, sensing the brewing irritation between you and Jay. “Don’t start anything, Y/N,” he murmurs, attempting to diffuse the tension.

You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to calm down. You know he’s right – it’s not worth getting into a discussion with Jay, especially not here in the pub.

But as you turn away from Jay, you catch a glimpse of Heeseung out of the corner of your eye. Despite being surrounded by his friends at the Gryffindor table, his attention seems fixated on you and Jay’s interaction. His usual confident demeanor is replaced by a subtle furrow of his brow, a flicker of concern crossing his features.

Jay seems unfazed by Sunoo’s warning, his smirk growing more evident as he leans in closer, his gaze challenging. “Still as feisty as ever, I see. Shame your attitude doesn’t match your looks.”

Sunoo gasps in disbelief, his eyes widening with shock at the audacity of Jay’s insult towards you. But before you can react, a sudden movement catches your attention.

Heeseung – whose attention is solely drifted to you – rises from his seat and excuses himself with a casual wave to his friends. The girl next to him is left eyed-widened, staring as he walks towards the bar stool.

His confident strides carry him across the crowded pub floor, his gaze fixed on you and Jay.

With calculated precision, Heeseung maneuvers through the throng of students until he’s standing directly behind Jay. He bumps into his shoulder, causing him to stumble forward and collide with you. The impact sends your drink soaring through the air, its contents splattering across Jay’s pristine uniform.

“Shit– sorry man,” he says, his tone dripping with insincerity as he glances Jay’s drenched uniform. “You alright?”

“What the fuck?” Jay’s eyes narrow in suspicion as he wipes the Butterbeer from his face, his expression darkening with each passing moment. “Do you think this is funny, Heeseung?” he snarls, his voice laced with venom.

Heeseung shrugs casually, his smirk widening into a grin. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replies innocently, though the mischief in his eyes betrays his true intentions.

Sunoo chuckles beside you, thoroughly entertained by the exchange. You, on the other hand, are left utterly surprised.

Jay shoots you and Heeseung a glare, his expression a mix of anger and shame. “This isn’t over,” he mutters under his breath before turning on his heel and storming out of the pub, his entourage of Slytherins trailing behind him.

As soon as the door closes behind Jay, Sunoo bursts into laughter, the sound infectious. “And I thought I was the dramatic one,” he says between laughs, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

You join Sunoo into a fit of giggles while Heeseung, still standing beside you, lets out a small chuckle, clearly amused by the whole situation.

“Guess I saved your drink,” he says, leaning in slightly. “What would you do without me?”

You give him a sidelong glance, trying to suppress the smile tugging at your lips. “Don’t get too full of yourself,” you retort, though your tone lacks any real bite.

Heeseung’s smirk widens. “Too late for that,” he says, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Besides, you know you enjoyed the show.”

“Mhm, sure,” you reply, and despite your indifferent tone there’s still a hint of amusement. You take a sip of your Butterbeer, letting the warmth spread through you as you pretend to be unfazed.

Heeseung leans in closer, lowering his voice just enough for only you to hear. “Come on, admit it. You loved every second.”

You roll your eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “If it keeps Jay off my back, then maybe.”

Sunoo watches the exchange with keen interest, his own smirk forming. “Why did you come here, exactly?” he teases Heeseung, tone playful.

“To order a drink,” Heeseung shrugs although his smirk never falters. “And to rescue a pretty girl in distress, of course,” he quips, his eyes flicking to you with a teasing glint.

You roll your eyes at his response. “I hardly think I was in distress,” you retort, though there’s a hint of amusement in your voice.

Sunoo chuckles, clearly entertained by the banter. “I figured,” he says, shaking his head. “But I guess I should thank you, Heeseung. You did save us from Jay picking on us as his usual.”

Heeseung shrugs nonchalantly, though there’s a smug satisfaction in his expression. His eyes are still on your figure, head tilting as he waits for you to thank him as well.

You catch his expectant gaze and roll your eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “Don’t hold your breath,” you say dryly. “And don’t pretend you don’t like putting your nose in things that don’t revolve around you.”

It takes a few seconds before you notice the slight change of demeanour in Heeseung – almost as if your words took him aback, if not even embarrassed him.

But then, he leans in slightly, his smirk widening. “Oh, come on. I think I deserve at least a thank you for saving you from Jay’s charming company,” he teases, gaining back his confidence.

Sunoo snickers beside you, nudging you with his elbow. “He’s got a point, you know,” he says, adding fuel to the fire.

You sigh dramatically, turning to face Heeseung fully. “Alright, fine. Thank you, Heeseung, for your valiant rescue,” you say, your tone tinted with sarcasm.

Heeseung grins triumphantly, his eyes twinkling with satisfaction. “Anytime, pretty,” he replies, giving you a mock bow that earns a laugh from Sunoo.

A loud whistle interrupts your moment, a teammate of Heeseung calling his name short after as he catches his attention. Despite not wanting to – deliberately ignoring his friends’ calls – he excuses himself to return to his table, but not before giving you one last teasing look.

“Try not to get into too much trouble without me,” he quips, earning another eye roll from you.

“Don’t worry, I think I’ll manage,” you retort, watching as he saunters back to his friends.

Turns out you couldn’t manage at all.

An hour later, in fact, you find Sunoo leaning heavily against you, his laughter slurred and his steps unsteady. “I told you… the Ravenclaw prefect is toooootally into you,” he slurs, giggling uncontrollably.

“Sunoo, shush,” you hiss, struggling to keep him upright. “You’re being loud. And I told you many times already, Sunghoon and I are just friends.”

Sunoo snickers, leaning more heavily against you. “Friends who make passionate loooove.”

You clamp a hand over his mouth, eyes darting around to make sure no one else is listening. “It’s called sex, Sunoo. Nothing more.”

He giggles against your palm, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Still, sounds like you’re in denial–”

You sigh as he hiccups, trying to keep him upright as you push both of your bodies around the crowded pub. “Alright, I need to get you back to Hogwarts before a teacher catches us,” you mutter, glancing around to ensure no one is watching too closely.

Getting Sunoo out of the pub and into the chilly evening air is no small feat. He stumbles along beside you, his weight making it difficult to maintain a steady pace. The cold breeze makes it harder for you to move as swiftly as you intend to, but as you’re about to give up and sit him down on the snow to catch your breath, a familiar voice calls out.

“Need some help there?”

You turn to see Heeseung approaching, a knowing smirk on his face. “What did he drink? The whole barrel?” he jokes, assessing Sunoo’s state.

“Basically,” you respond, not being able to suppress a laughter as you shrug slightly, trying to catch your breath.

Heeseung steps in, easily taking Sunoo’s other arm and lifting some of the weight off you. “Alright, let’s get him back to the castle before Filch decides to do a surprise patrol.”

“Wait,” you stop him, his eyes darting to you as he’s left puzzled. “What about your teammates?”

Heeseung glances back towards the direction of the pub, not a hint of hesitation crossing his face. “They’ll manage without me for a while,” he replies with a shrug. “Besides, they’ve probably already found new distractions.”

“You seemed rather distracted as well,” you find yourself saying, although you realize you sound as if you’ve actually payed attention to what he was doing.

Heeseung raises an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “Oh? So you were watching me?”

You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the way your heart skips a beat at his tone. “I just happened to notice, that’s all.”

“Yeah? And what else did you notice?” You can’t help but catch the teasing in his tone, his voice somehow sounding steadier than yours despite holding Sunoo with his weight.

“That you diverted your attention from that girl to… something else, perhaps?” you say, trying to keep your voice light despite the underlying curiosity.

Heeseung chuckles softly, adjusting his grip on Sunoo who seemed to have fallen into a slumber. “Maybe I was just keeping an eye on certain people. Making sure they didn’t get into too much trouble.”

You scoff, giving him a sideways glance. “Right. Like you were really worried about anyone but yourself.”

He shrugs, a playful glint in his eyes.

“Believe it or not, I do care about more than just myself sometimes.”

There’s a moment of silence as you both walk side by side, the cool night air wrapping around you.

You ponder about your words, a twinge of guilt tugs at your conscience. Despite your usual banter with Heeseung, you can’t shake the feeling that perhaps you’ve been too harsh this time.

You steal a glance at him, noting the playful glint in his eyes that you’ve come to know so well. But beneath the facade, there’s something else, something softer, that you can’t quite place.

“I’m sorry,” you say softly, breaking the silence between you. “I didn’t mean to come off as… dismissive.”

Heeseung’s playful expression softens, replaced by a more contemplative look. “It’s okay, Y/N,” he responds, his voice surprisingly gentle. “I know you didn’t mean it.”

His understanding catches you off guard, and for a moment, you’re struck by the sincerity in his words. Despite your usual banter and occasional clashes, there’s a depth to Heeseung that you hadn’t fully appreciated before.

As you meet his gaze, you notice a softness in his eyes, a genuine warmth that betrays his usual cocky demeanor. There’s something tender in the way he looks at you, as if he sees beyond the facade you both often put up.

His gaze on you is intense, unwavering, but then, unexpectedly, Heeseung breaks the eye contact, his usual confidence momentarily faltering.

You blink, surprised by the sudden shift in his demeanor. It’s as if the vulnerability he briefly revealed was too much for him to bear, and he retreats back behind the mask of his usual cockiness.

“Although I would have done anything to make a fool out of Jay Park.” He breaks the silence with a chuckle, attempting to lighten the atmosphere. “His Slytherin ass needs to learn a lesson.”

You nod, a knowing look in your eyes. “Jay’s not the type to let things slide. He’ll definitely get back at us. But I have a feeling he’ll end up annoying me even more.”

Heeseung raises his eyebrow, a smirk plastered on his lips. “Don’t worry. When he does, I’ll be there to rescue you again. Knight in shining armor and all that shit.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “You wish.”

“Oh, I don’t need to wish.” His grin widens as he sends you a knowing look, eyes locked into yours as his gaze shifts slightly. “I’ll be there, trust me.”

His words hang in the air, carrying a weight of assurance that surprises you. It’s not just the promise of being there for you in moments of need, but the underlying implication that he’s always been there, somehow, even when you hadn’t realized it.

You can’t help but reflect on the countless times Heeseung has crossed paths with you. Despite not being close friends, there’s an undeniable pattern to your interactions – a subtle dance of coincidences that always seems to bring you together.

It’s as if Heeseung has a natural talent at being in the right place at the right time, always ready with a casual remark or a teasing smile that draws you in, despite your best efforts to maintain your distance.

And now, as you stand in the quiet of the night, you wonder if everything is just a mere coincidence or perhaps something more.

Suddenly, you hear Sunoo mumble something, his words barely coherent as he shifts against your side. You and Heeseung exchange amused glances, trying to stifle your laughter.

“He’s going to have a rough morning,” Heeseung comments with a smirk, shaking his head in amusement.

After a long walk from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts, you manage to enter the castle undisturbed, remaining on guard in case any of your teachers or prefects find you wondering around with a heavily drunk Sunoo.

Finally you and Heeseung arrive in front of the Slytherin common room, carefully supporting Sunoo’s weight between you.

Silence fills the deserted corridor as you exchange a glance with Heeseung, until you hear footsteps echo down the hallway, and your eyes widen as you see Lee Minho, the Slytherin prefect, rounding the corner.

He stops in his tracks, raising an eyebrow at the sight before him. “What are you two doing here?” he demands, clearly annoyed.

Heeseung steps forward, his tone confident. “We found Sunoo like this,” he lies smoothly, gesturing to Sunoo’s slumbering form. “Thought it best to bring him back before he gets into any trouble.”

Minho eyes you both warily, his annoyance evident. “Captain, what a surprise,” he says dryly, his gaze shifting from you to Heeseung. “This is becoming a habit, isn’t it?”

Heeseung offers a casual grin. “Come on, Minho, just helping out a friend.”

The Prefect sighs, but after a moment’s consideration, he mutters the password to the common room. The door appears magically in front of you, revealing the dimly lit interior.

“Fine,” Minho grumbles, stepping aside to let you pass,“But next time, try not to make it a habit of bringing your drunken friends to the common room. It’s not my job to babysit.”

“Whoever said it was your job?” you retort, annoyed by Minho’s dismissive behavior.

Minho’s eyes narrow slightly, but then a flicker of recognition passes over his face. “Mhm, Y/N,” he says, his tone slightly more endearing now. “Why am I not surprised to see you here?”

You raise an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Heeseung cuts in before Minho can respond, his tone light yet firm. “Just help us get Sunoo to his dorm, Minho. We all need to get back before we get caught out here.”

Minho lets out a sigh, clearly annoyed but willing to comply. “Fine. But don’t make this a habit,” he mutters, casting one last look at Sunoo before turning to lead the way.

As you follow Minho, you arrive to the main room – thankfully not as full as you feared – wasting no time in placing Sunoo onto a nearby sofa, ensuring he’s comfortable.

You stretch your arms, feeling the strain. “I forgot how heavy he is to carry around.” You try to ease the tension, making Heeseung laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

To your surprise, Sunoo stirs. “I heard you,” he mumbles, his eyes remaining closed, but there’s a faint, amused smile on his lips.

You and Heeseung exchange a startled glance before bursting into laughter. “Looks like he’s more awake than we thought,” Heeseung says, still chuckling.

“Wait– Lee Heeseung?!” Sunoo’s high pitched tone echoes in the empty room, one of his eyes opening comically as he scans the Gryffindor in front of him.

Heeseung’s smirk widens as he looks down at Sunoo, clearly amused by his reaction. “Yeah, that’s me,” he replies, his tone teasing.

Sunoo blinks slowly, trying to process the information. “Wow, why are you he-here?,” he slurs slightly, a lopsided grin forming on his face.

His eyes move towards you, eyes shooting open as his gaze falls back and forth between the two of you; you barely noticed the proximity of your bodies, but – despite his drunken state – Sunoo catches it immediately.

His eyes glare at you in mock realization, a mischievous glint appearing in them. “Oh, I get it,” he says, his words slurred. “You’re here to sweep Y/N off her feet, right?”

“Sunoo, shut your–” You don’t finish the phrase, a loud sigh escaping your lips as you wonder what have you done wrong to find yourself in a situation such as this.

Heeseung, however, just laughs, his smirk growing wider. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he teases, his gaze flickering to you briefly before returning to Sunoo.

“Whatever,” Sunoo shrugs, giving you a cheeky smile before speaking again, “everyone knows you’re obsessed with her.”

You widen your eyes at Sunoo’s blunt words, shooting him a warning look. But Heeseung just laughs, unfazed by the accusation. “I prefer the term ‘admire,’” he quips, his tone light.

At Heeseung’s response, a sense of surprise washes over you. His nonchalant demeanor catches you off guard, but there’s also a hint of something else – a flicker of curiosity perhaps, at his unexpected confession.

He notices your surprised expression, sending you a playful smile, and you barely manage to mask the slight flutter in your stomach at his action.

Sunoo chuckles, leaning back against the sofa with a satisfied grin. “Sure, sure. Admire, obsess… abracadabra, avada kedavra.”

You and Heeseung immediately fall into a fit of shush’s, covering his mouth as he shamelessly giggles out loud. The two of you, however, can’t contain your laughters as you try to stop him, eyes locking into each other’s as you enjoy the moment.

Heeseung then lifts Sunoo from the sofa, and you realise only now how strong he actually is. “Come on, let’s get you to bed before you start casting spells,” he says with a playful smirk.

Sunoo nods, his eyes already drooping closed again. “Yeah, yeah,” he mumbles, his words slurred.

As you and Heeseung guide Sunoo down the dimly lit hallway towards the dormitories, you can’t help but steal glances at the Gryffindor. The way he effortlessly supports Sunoo, his expression a mix of amusement and genuine concern, is surprisingly endearing – it’s a side of him you’re not used to seeing, and it softens your perception of him just a little.

Finally, you reach Sunoo’s dormitory. You push open the door quietly – wary of not waking his roommates – and Heeseung gently helps him lay onto his bed. Sunoo mumbles incoherently, already half-asleep, as you pull the blankets over him.

Once Sunoo is settled, you and Heeseung silently slip out of the Slytherin common room. The cool dungeon air is a sharp contrast to the warmth of the room you’ve just left. As you walk back up the stairs, you turn to Heeseung, a grateful smile playing on your lips.

You walk in silence, wondering about your next words; but there’s nothing else that comes out of your mouth except a honest gratitude. “I guess I should thank you. I don’t know how I would have managed Sunoo by myself.”

Heeseung waves off your thanks with a chuckle. “No problem. I’m kind of used to bringing students back to their dorms after the play-offs, including the Slytherin players.” His nonchalant tone catches you off guard, and you raise an eyebrow in surprise.

“Really? I didn’t know you were such a regular rescuer.”

Heeseung grins, clearly enjoying your reaction. “What can I say? I’m a man of many talents.”

As you reach the entrance to the dungeon, Heeseung pauses, his expression turning more playful. “You know, there’s a way you can thank me,” he says, his voice dropping into a teasing tone.

You freeze in your tracks, eyes meeting his as you tilt your head, curious. “And what’s that?”

For a moment, Heeseung’s gaze intensifies, a smirk playing on his lips. The playful glint in his eyes makes you wonder if he’s hinting at something more suggestive – but it wouldn’t surprise you. Heeseung has never denied his physical attraction to you, and there have been countless moments when his lingering touches or stares have made his feelings evident. Even now, there’s a warmth in his gaze that sends a shiver down your spine.

However, despite the undeniable chemistry between you and Heeseung, there’s a part of you that hesitates to give in. Maybe it’s the thrill of the chase, the excitement of their ongoing game, or perhaps it’s the fear of what might happen if you let your guard down.

You know deep down that if you weren’t so enthralled in this little game you and Heeseung play, you might have given in to his advances long ago. But for now, you’re content to keep him at arm’s length, relishing in the tension and allure that hangs between you.

Heeseung leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a low, teasing murmur. “Come watch my next Quidditch match,” he says, mischief dancing in his eyes.

As you feel his body closer to yours, his voice low and teasing, you can’t help but feel a flutter of anticipation in your chest. There’s a part of you that wants to lean even closer, to give in to the magnetic pull of his charm and confidence. But another part of you knows that once you do, there’s no going back.

Determined to hide your emotions, you raise an eyebrow and tilt your head, your voice steady and confident. “Mhm, and why should I come?” you tease, matching his playful tone.

Heeseung’s grin widens, clearly enjoying the banter. “Well, for one, you’ll get to see me in action,” he replies smoothly, leaning even closer until you can feel the warmth of his breath. “And maybe, just maybe, I’ll even catch the Golden Snitch for you.”

You scoff, though a small smile tugs at your lips. “You must be pretty confident in your skills then.”

He chuckles, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “Confident enough to know you’ll enjoy every minute of it,” he says, his eyes never leaving yours.

His words seem to carry a double meaning, the suggestiveness in his tone making your heart race. The way he looks at you, his gaze lingering on your lips for just a moment too long, makes you shiver in anticipation and wonder – everything about him right now is hinting at something more… alluring.

Trying to maintain your composure, you tilt your head, giving him a challenging look. “Is that so?” you reply, your voice softer than intended. “And what makes you so sure I’ll enjoy it?”

Heeseung’s smirk deepens, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “I have a feeling I know what you like,” he says, his tone low and suggestive.

Your breath catches at his boldness, and for a brief moment, you find yourself lost in his gaze. The tension between you is palpable, a magnetic pull that you’re not sure you want to resist.

With a deep breath, you break the eye contact, taking a step back to regain some semblance of control. “We’ll see,” you say, your voice steadying. “Maybe I will come to your practice. But don’t get your hopes up too high, Heeseung.”

He chuckles again, clearly enjoying the game you’re both playing. “I never do,” he replies, his eyes still locked onto yours. “I‘ll wait to see your pretty face in the stands.” He adds.

With that, you turn and walk away, leaving Heeseung standing there with a satisfied smirk on his face.

However, as you turn around, you find him staring at you with a cheeky grin, so you take the opportunity to leave him on edge.

“Save the Golden Snitch for the big game.”

And just like that, you leave.

As you make your way back to your dormitory, you can’t help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of what’s to come – and whether you’ll be able to resist the undeniable attraction that draws you to Heeseung.

PRESENT TIME

You’d lie to yourself if you said you didn’t spend the following days waiting for the Gryffindor Quidditch practise – despite you caring very little for the magical sport.

But turns out that the mixture of anticipation and thrill – or perhaps something more… carnal? – easily clouds your rational thoughts, so here you are now.

Sunoo had been surprised when you ditched your usual shopping afternoon at Hogsmeade to watch the practise. “Are you seriously asking me to skip Hogsmeade for Quidditch?” he asked, eyes wide in disbelief.

Jake had been even more taken aback when you approached him in the Great Hall, asking him if you and Sunoo could join him to watch the practise. Of course he said yes – taking advantage of it to spend more time with you.

However, as you sit between Jake and Sunoo in the stands, you pay very little attention to Jake – your eyes solely focused on the Gryffindor captain. Every movement Heeseung makes is captivating, each goal sending a thrill through you. Even his quick, confident glances towards the stands seem to be aimed directly at you, making your heart race.

Jake chuckles, nudging you playfully. “You okay? You’ve been awfully quiet.” His expression tells you he’s completely unaware.

Sunoo smirks beside you, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Yeah, you seem really…focused,” he teases lightly, and in the contrary he is clearly aware of what – or who – had caught your attention.

You shake your head, trying to regain your composure. “Just…thinking,” you reply, a bit too quickly.

“Thinking, huh?” Sunoo raises an eyebrow, a knowing smile on his lips.

Before you can respond, the sharp sound of the whistle blows, signaling the end of practice. Players begin to dismount their brooms, and the field quickly fills with the buzz of conversation and laughter.

The walk back to Hogwarts is longer than you expected, cold pervading your body as finally, you feel a sense of comforting warmth as soon as you enter the Castle.

“Never fucking again,” Sunoo blurts out, his body shivering, making you chuckle in amusement.

However, before you and Sunoo take off to your dorms, Jake stops you in your tracks, lingering by the Entrance Hall as he suggests waiting for his best friend.

“He won’t take long,” Jake assures, scanning the dispersing crowd of students. Sunoo sighs loudly in response, but you simply shut him with a nudge of your elbow.

“Remember me to never say yes when you and your Hufflepuff friend ask me to hang out with you losers,” he adds with a whisper, still loud enough for Jake to hear it.

Soon enough, Heeseung emerges from the throng of Gryffindor teammates, walking side by side with Soobin, his second in command, arm thrown around his shoulders. They’re deep in conversation, but Heeseung’s eyes flicker in your direction, a brief look of surprise crossing his features before he quickly masks it with his usual confident demeanor.

“Yo Heeseung!” Jake points out, waving his arm to catch his friend’s attention, a wide smile appearing on his gentle face.

The Gryffindor approaches his best friend with a friendly bump of hand, a silent sign for Jake to congratulate him for his amazing performance.

However, as Jake tightens his grip on him, you can’t help but notice how Heeseung’s eyes are set on you – despite you standing behind the two of them.

Then, he approaches you and Sunoo, a smirk playing on his lips. “Didn’t expect to see you here,” he says, directing his comment primarily at you, though his tone remained casual. “Thought you’d be off bitching somewhere like your usual.”

Heeseung is great at hiding things, always masking his amusement with a mischievous smirk. Although the glint in his eyes hides an anticipation that leaves you uneasy. It’s as if he deliberately wants to be one step ahead, contrarily to what you’re used to.

You roll your eyes at his words, but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “Decided to take a break from bitching around to see if the Gryffindor team lives up to its reputation.”

Soobin, who walked closer to his teammate, chuckles beside Heeseung. “And? What’s the verdict?”

You shrug nonchalantly, though your heart is pounding. “Not bad. But I might need to see a few more practices before I’m really convinced.”

Heeseung and Soobin laugh to each other, their chuckle resonating like an irritating sound as you eye them back and forth.

Heeseung‘s smirk widens as his eyes lock on yours once again. “It won’t be hard.”

His words are soon followed by another muffled chuckle from Soobin – you don’t know why, but there’s something in their demeanour that makes you feel like they’re laughing at you.

It’s not the first time you noticed a shift in Heeseung’s attitude when he’s with his friends – his teasing takes on a sharper edge, bordering on mean-spirited at times. It’s as if he’s acting like a different person, one that thrives on banter and sarcasm.

But it’s not the light, teasing sarcasm he uses when it’s just the two of you; it’s sharper, colder, and laced with a hint of malice.

Before you can stop yourself, you step forward, confronting Heeseung. “I wouldn’t be so sure,” you respond, your tone matching his in its biting edge. “What makes you think the other teams won’t be better than you? More skilled, more cunning? After all, it takes more than a flashy performance to impress everyone.”

Heeseung’s smirk falters for a moment, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features before he masks it with mock amusement. “Tsk, what would a girl like you know about Quidditch?” he retorts, his tone dripping with condescension.

You bristle at his words, the implication clear. But rather than let his taunts get to you, you square your shoulders and meet his gaze head-on.

“I know more than you can imagine,” you respond, your voice laced with determination. “Don’t underestimate me just because I don’t flaunt it like you do.”

Heeseung’s teammates let out a collective “oooh” at your retort, clearly entertained by the exchange. Heeseung himself chuckles, shaking his head in mock disbelief.

“I’m sure you enjoy putting your nose in things that don’t revolve around you,” he retorts, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “But sometimes, keeping your mouth shut is the best option.”

His words resonate with something within you, and suddenly you remember – you said these very same words to him back in the pub just a few days back. The same words you knew hit him more than you intended.

But before you could respond, he opens his mouth again, what he says next leaving you speechless to say the least.

“Although you seem to enjoy widening your mouth quite often.”

At this point he can’t even hide the suggestiveness in his tone, his remark hitting you unexpectedly as he shamelessly insulted you in front of the other students – the very same guy who helped just a few days prior, the same guy who always flirted you, teased you, burned for you without ever hiding it.

But he never dared to shame you in front of anybody, sparring you from any undesired comment.

So you question yourself… why? Why do that, why now?

And then, as you wonder the reason why, you see it.

His dark eyes stare deep into yours, before he betrays himself by a brief, yet perceptible glance towards something – or rather, someone – next to you.

Jake Sim.

You can’t help but gaze at the Hufflepuff, expression falling as you notice irritation in his eyes, solely focused on Heeseung.

“Man,” he calls him, before Heeseung sets his eyes on him again. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

The tension in the air is palpable as Jake’s words hang heavy between them. Heeseung’s smirk fades, replaced by a flicker of surprise at Jake’s sudden outburst. For a moment, the Gryffindor captain seems taken aback, his usual confidence faltering in the face of his friend’s direct confrontation.

You watch in silence, unsure of what to say or do. It’s as if the world around you has frozen in that moment, the weight of the situation pressing down on you like a heavy cloak. What started as a simple exchange of words has escalated into something far more serious, and you find yourself caught in the middle of it all.

And in that moment, you ask yourself how.

The question lingers in your mind, nagging at you as you struggle to make sense of the situation. How could Heeseung know about you and Jake – his long-lost crush and his best friend, hooking up behind his back?You had trusted him to keep your secret, to never tell anyone about your sexual escapades. But now, faced with Heeseung’s veiled accusation, you feel doubts creep in.

Part of you wants to believe that Jake has remained true to his word, that he would never betray your trust. But the uncertainty gnaws at you; could Heeseung have somehow found out on his own? How could he do that? Did someone tell him, perhaps – someone who’s aware of it?

The tension in the air is palpable, the students around you sensing the imminent conflict. Jake’s face is a mix of confusion and anger, clearly not catching the deeper implication behind Heeseung’s words. He steps forward, his jaw clenched.

“What the hell is your problem, Heeseung?” Jake repeats with a demanding tone, his voice low but seething with anger. “You think you can just talk to her like that?”

Heeseung’s smirk fades slightly, replaced by an annoyed frown. He takes a step closer to the Hufflepuff, their faces inches apart. “I can talk however I want Jake. Now stay out of it.”

Jake scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief. “Stay out of it? You’re the one making this a big deal. She came to watch practice, and you’re treating her like crap for no reason.”

The surrounding crowd of students watches in rapt attention, whispers and murmurs spreading like wildfire. You stand there, feeling helpless and torn between the two. You want to intervene, to diffuse the situation, but fear roots you to the spot.

“Jake,” you start, trying to keep your voice steady, “this isn’t necessary. Let’s just—”

But he cuts you off, his gaze never leaving Heeseung. “No, Y/N. Heeseung needs to learn that he can’t just walk all over people simply because he’s the Quidditch captain.”

Heeseung’s eyes flash with anger, his voice dropping to a dangerous low. “I think you should watch your mouth, Jake, before you say something you regret.” His gaze then moves to you, before glancing back and forth between you and his friend. “Especially since you’ve already done something you should regret.”

Without warning, Jake shoves Heeseung, sending him stumbling back a few steps. The crowd gasps collectively, the tension skyrocketing. Heeseung quickly regains his balance, his face darkening with fury. He lunges at his friend, grabbing him by the collar of his robes.

“You wanna start something?” Heeseung growls, his voice a low rumble. “Fine. Let’s do it.”

Before either of them can throw a punch, you step between them, placing a hand on each of their chests, trying to push them apart. “Stop it, both of you!” you shout, your voice cracking with desperation.

Sunoo watches the entire scene with frightened eyes, confusion painted in his expression as he wonders why the sudden outburst. His surprise matches yours, making you feel powerless as the two friends continue jumping on each other.

Jake takes a step forward, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turn white. His eyes leave Heeseung, soon finding yours, “Whatever his problem is, I won’t stand by and watch him treat you like this.”

You feel a rush of warmth at Jake’s words, a mixture of gratitude and anxiety washing over you – you’ve always known Jake to be protective, but this situation makes you realize just how much he cares about you. It’s a comforting thought, but also a daunting one, knowing the depth of the conflict it has now sparked.

Before you can respond, Jake lunges at Heeseung, his fist aiming for his jaw. The Gryffindor moves quickly, dodging the punch and countering with a shove that sends Jake stumbling backward. The crowd gasps collectively, the tension escalating with each passing second.

Jake regains his balance and charges at his friend again, this time managing to land a punch on his shoulder. Heeseung grunts in pain but doesn’t back down. He grabs Jake by the collar of his robes and pulls him close, their faces inches apart.

“Crazy how a girl can turn you into an animal.” Heeseung doesn’t even pretend to make his words less harsh, adding a mean twist into them as he plays with Jake’s patience. “To the point of lying to your best friend.”

Jake is taken aback by Heeseung’s words, his eyes widening in shock and confusion. His brows knit together as he processes the accusation, struggling to understand how Heeseung could possibly know about the secret you’ve both been keeping. He starts to speak, his voice a mixture of frustration and disbelief, “What are you talking about, Heeseung? How did you–”

Before he can continue, you interrupt with a shout. “Stop it, both of you!” you exclaim, stepping between them and placing a hand on each of their chests, trying to push them apart. “This isn’t solving anything.”

Jake’s eyes flicker to you, his expression softening just slightly. “Y/N, don’t. He’s the one who–”

“No, Jake,” you cut him off, your voice firm. “This is ridiculous. Fighting isn’t going to solve anything. Just let it go.”

Your gaze meets Heeseung’s, searching for any hint of remorse or explanation. His expression remains stoic, a carefully constructed mask that hides whatever emotions lie beneath. His eyes, however, are a different story – there’s a flicker of something, an indescribable mix of regret, frustration, and perhaps something more vulnerable. But he quickly buries it beneath his usual cool exterior, his jaw tightening as he holds your gaze.

His grip on Jake’s collar loosens, but his glare remains fixed. “She’s right. This isn’t worth it.”

Then, his eyes shift back to yours, and what remains of the feeble hint of vulnerability in his expression fades away entirely, replaced by a knowing smirk.

“She isn’t worth it.”

His words hit you like a slap, your breath catching in your throat. You can’t describe it, but there’s something in his tone that tells you this isn’t just about Jake. It’s as if he’s trying to convince himself of it, rather than you or anyone else. The mix of emotions in his eyes – hurt, defeat, and something else you can’t quite pinpoint – leaves you feeling uneasy.

If it’s true that he found out about you and his best friend hooking up, why did he even care so much?

Jake stands beside you, a protective barrier against Heeseung’s hostility, but his presence doesn’t ease the turmoil in your heart. Sunoo’s concerned gaze flickers between you and Jake, as if trying to piece together the underlying tensions.

Heeseung gives you one more look, before glancing at Jake briefly with what looks a disappointed gaze.

And just like that, without muttering a word, he steps away from you, leaving the grip on Jake’s collar as he straightens himself up.

He cough slightly, trying to ease himself out, before one of his teammates calls his attention – a mere, yet smart attempt to save the situation – and gestures him to walk away.

“I’m sorry,” Jake murmurs, breaking the silence. “I didn’t mean to make things worse.”

You shake your head, forcing a small smile. “It’s not your fault.” You try to sound genuine, despite the heaviness in your heart. “Let’s just get out of here.”

As you begin to walk away to the opposite direction, you steal one last glance at Heeseung. He’s already turned his back, walking off with his teammates, his posture tense and rigid. The smirk he wore earlier is gone, replaced by a clenched jaw.

As you, Jake, and Sunoo make your way back to your dorms, the weight of Jake and Heeseung’s fight settles heavily on your shoulders.

Your mind races, replaying Heeseung’s words over and over. “She isn’t worth it.” The way he spat those words out, the venom in his tone, and yet the subtle hint of something else – something almost like regret – gnaws at you. You can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to his outburst, something deeper that he’s hiding.

You’ve always been aware of his presence, his teasing, his flirtations, but today, you glimpsed a vulnerability that contradicted his usual self.

Now, that vulnerability haunts you, making you question everything you thought you knew about him.

And for the first time, you realise you might care about the Gryffindor captain more than you imagined.

One of the reasons why your name is often in people’s mouth, is thanks to the power you uphold whenever someone dares to cross you.

You’ve never been the type to let others win, to let go of the wrongs done to you. No, you’re a girl who thrives on the challenge, who finds satisfaction in subtle revenge, in being a constant, teasing menace to those who dare to stab you in the back.

After all, you’ve perfected the art of the sly remark, the lingering glance, the calculated silence that speaks volumes – it’s needless to say you’re now a master of being the pettiest person in the world, savoring every moment of your opponent’s discomfort.

The memory of Heeseung’s words still stings, but you refuse to let it show. Instead, you channel yourself not with hostility, but with the kind of playful vexation that can drive someone mad. You know just how to get under his skin, how to turn the tables and make him question his own actions.

Because there must have been something that made Heeseung turn against you, but you know his obsession for you is anything but faltering.

And so, you’ll get back at him in the way you know best – teasing the hell out of him.

Over the next few days, you execute your plan with meticulous precision. Every encounter with Heeseung becomes an opportunity to drive him crazy, to remind him that you’re not someone he can easily dismiss or insult without consequences.

What you do, is basically play his own game.

In the corridors between classes, you make a point of walking past him with a confident stride, offering him a fleeting, knowing smile that leaves him staring after you, perplexed and frustrated – you’re supposed to be angry at him, he believes.

You brush against him ‘accidentally’ in crowded hallways, the brief contact sending a jolt through both of you. Each time, you act as though nothing happened, while his gaze follows you with a mixture of annoyance and something else – something that tells you your plan is working.

During meals in the Great Hall, you sit just within his line of sight. You laugh a little too loudly at something Jake says, your eyes glancing at Heeseung just long enough to catch his reaction. You notice his jaw clench, his fingers tighten around his fork. You’re under his skin, and you relish the sight of him struggling to maintain his composure.

In Transfiguration class, where you purposely sit close to his desk, your teasing becomes more direct. You walk towards him with the excuse of borrowing some materials, your proximity causing his breath to hitch. You let your fingers brush against his when passing a textbook, a touch so brief yet so electrifying that it leaves him staring at you in stunned silence.

“Careful, Heeseung,” you whisper one day, your lips curving into a smirk as you lean in close enough to feel his breath on your skin. “Unless you want to transform yourself into an ugly rat.”

His eyes darken, a flicker of frustration and desire crossing his face, but he says nothing. He’s trying to play it cool, to not give you the satisfaction, but you can see the cracks in his facade.

“What? Can’t even talk back? And here I thought you kept your mouth open all the time.”

One cold afternoon, you find Choi Soobin in the courtyard during lunch, striking up a conversation. The tall Gryffindor, despite his shyness, welcomes your company, completely unaware of your ulterior motive.

He barely notices your intentions as you laugh at his jokes, leaning in closer than necessary, your hand occasionally brushing his arm. Your body language is open, inviting, and it doesn’t take long before Soobin is fully engaged in the conversation. You let your fingers trail down his arm as you laugh at something he says, your touch lingering just enough to send a clear message.

From the corner of your eye, you spot Heeseung standing a distance away, watching intently. You can feel his eyes burning into you, the intensity of his gaze almost palpable. Knowing you have his full attention, you decide go further.

“Soobin,” you purr, your voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone. “How come you aren’t the captain of your team?”

He blinks, clearly caught off guard by your sudden boldness. “Oh, well,” he stammers, trying to play it cool. “Heeseung's just... more experienced, I guess.”

You lean in even closer, your doe eyes gazing him up and down. “More experienced? Mhm, I don’t know. I think you’d make an excellent captain.”

You make sure your words are loud enough for Heeseung to hear, and you can practically feel the tension radiating from him. You glance over Soobin’s shoulder, meeting Heeseung’s gaze with a smirk. His expression is a mix of frustration and something darker, something that tells you he’s struggling to keep his composure.

With one last lingering touch on Soobin’s arm, you straighten up, giving Heeseung a triumphant look. You’ve made your point, and as you walk away, you can feel the weight of his eyes on your back, knowing that your game has only just begun.

But as every game, it also must come with an end.

And what better time and place if not during the big, final Quidditch game of the season?

Gryffindor against Slytherin.

Finally the day comes, and you find yourself sitting in one of the Slytherin stands with Sunoo next to you. The Quidditch pitch buzzes with excitement, students from all houses filling the stands, their colors vibrant in the early morning light. Banners wave, and cheers echo across the field.

“It better be good,” Sunoo sighs, annoyed that you convinced him to tag along with you. But deep down, you know he only accepted because he was aware of your little revenge plan against Heeseung.

And of course, he’s not one to miss – especially when it comes to drama.

Speaking of which; “Wait, do you see that?”

Sunoo’s high pitched tone piques your curiosity as you look at the direction he points at; thankfully your stands are in the lower section, giving you a decent visuality on the little area reserved to the Quidditch teams, both preparing for the game.

Everyone, excepts two players.

Soobin and… Heeseung?

The sight surprises you; you hadn’t expected to see Heeseung off the pitch, especially not with Soobin.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Sunoo muses, his eyes fixed on the two boys.

You can’t help but wonder the same thing. There’s something about the way they’re standing, heads close together, that makes you feel uneasy. But before you can dwell on it further, the announcer’s voice cuts through the air, signaling the start of the game.

You tear your gaze away from the two Gryffindors, focusing instead on the players as they mount their brooms.

As the game begins, the roar of the crowd fills the air, adding to the electric atmosphere pulsating throughout the Quidditch pitch. You watch with bated breath as the players soar into the sky, their movements swift and graceful as they chase after the elusive golden Snitch.

Despite your initial intention to get back at Heeseung, you find yourself unable to resist the urge to stare at him.

His figure cuts a striking image against the backdrop of the sky, his movements fluid and effortless as he maneuvers through the air. Despite the distance between you, his presence seems to fill the entire pitch, drawing your gaze like a magnet.

You can’t help but marvel at the way he commands the game, his confidence and skill on full display for everyone to see and for a moment, you can’t help but feel a twinge of admiration.

But then, you remember the way he treated you, the hurtful words he flung at you without a second thought, and the admiration is quickly replaced by resentment.

You watch him as he commands the other players, his every move calculated and precise.

Then, as if sensing your staring, Heeseung’s gaze sweeps across the stands, and his eyes lock onto yours. For a brief moment, time seems to stand still as you hold each other’s gaze, the intensity of his stare sending a shiver down your spine.

But you can’t let your emotions cloud your true intentions, the very reason you’re here.

And so, with fervent enthusiasm, you rise up from your seat, shouting loudly alongside the other students.

“Slytherin, Slytherin, Slytherin!”

Heeseung’s expression hardens instantly. You see the flicker of annoyance in his eyes, his jaw clenching as he processes your blatant support for his rival team.

His confident smirk fades, replaced by a look of irritation. Even from a distance, you can sense the tension radiating off him, his competitive nature struggling to remain composed.

His eyes dart away from you, focusing back on the game with renewed determination. Each move he makes is more aggressive, his frustration evident in the way he commands his team. The other players notice the shift in his demeanor, responding to his urgency with increased effort.

The cheers from the Slytherin supporters grow louder, your voice among them. You know your actions are getting under Heeseung’s skin, and a part of you relishes in it.

This is your way of regaining control, of reminding him that no one can win against your tactics.

Soon, the Quidditch pitch becomes a battleground, with players zooming through the air, dodging Bludgers, and chasing the Quaffle with a singular focus.

Heeseung’s focus is sharp, his movements precise and calculated. Yet, every time he glances towards the stands and sees you cheering for Slytherin, his annoyance grows. His jaw tightens each time you rise from your seat, your voice loud and clear in support of his opponents.

You continue to chant, eyes locked on Heeseung, watching as he channels his irritation into his gameplay.

He is not just a skilled player; he’s a strategist. He maneuvers his broom with a grace that borders on artistry, directing his team with an intensity that pushes them to perform at their peak. He blocks goal after goal, his skills undeniable.

“And Gryffindor Captain Lee Heeseung makes another spectacular save!” the commentator’s voice booms across the pitch, adding to the charged atmosphere. “But Slytherin is not backing down. It’s a tight game!”

But then, a swift play from Slytherin catches him off guard. A Slytherin Chaser manages to slip past the Gryffindor defense, scoring a clean goal. The Slytherin stands erupt in cheers, and you join in, your voice deliberately loud.

“Yes! Go, Slytherin!” you shout, the triumph in your voice clear.

Heeseung’s irritation is palpable even from your spot in the stands. His eyes narrow, and he mutters something to his teammates before launching back into the game with renewed vigor. The intensity of his play increases, each move executed with a fierce determination.

“Hwang Yeji from Slytherin scores!” the commentator announces, heightening the crowd’s excitement. “The score is now 80-70 in favor of Slytherin.”

As the match progresses, the score remains close, each team fighting relentlessly for every point. The crowd’s energy is electric, feeding into the players’ adrenaline. You continue to cheer for Slytherin, each shout a reminder to Heeseung of your defiance.

Finally, the moment arrives. The Seekers from both teams spot the Golden Snitch, and a race ensues. The crowd holds its breath, the tension reaching its peak.

Heeseung, in his dual role as both captain and Seeker, swiftly shifts his focus from guarding the goalposts to the elusive Snitch. His eyes narrow, locking onto the tiny, golden ball flitting near the far end of the pitch. He spurs his broom forward, his movements a blend of grace and sheer speed. Every muscle in his body is taut, his concentration unwavering as he focuses on his target.

The Slytherin Seeker, not far behind, mirrors Heeseung’s urgency. The two rivals dart through the air, weaving between players and dodging Bludgers with a precision that leaves the crowd on the edge of their seats. The intensity of the chase electrifies the atmosphere, the anticipation palpable.

“Lee and Huening are neck and neck!” the commentator’s voice echoes through the stadium, amplifying the suspense. “This could decide the game!”

You lean forward, your heart pounding in sync with the rhythm of the game. Even your plan to tease Heeseung is momentarily forgotten as you become absorbed in the thrilling spectacle. Sunoo grips your arm, his eyes wide with excitement.

“If he catches it, he wins,” Sunoo murmurs, unable to tear his gaze away from the pitch.

With each second that passes, Heeseung inches closer to the Snitch. His focus sharp, his body moving instinctively with his broom as he navigates the air with unparalleled skill. The Slytherin Seeker, equally determined, stretches forward, fingertips brushing the air just millimeters from the Snitch.

And then, in a breathtaking moment of brilliance, Heeseung accelerates.

He leans into his broom, extending his arm fully, his fingers closing around the Golden Snitch just as the Slytherin Seeker reaches for it. A triumphant roar erupts from the Gryffindor supporters, the sound echoing through the stands.

“Heeseung has caught the Snitch! Gryffindor wins!” the commentator exclaims, the joy in his voice resonating with the excited crowd.

The Gryffindor team converges on Heeseung, their cheers and shouts of victory ringing out as they lift him into the air. Heeseung holds the Snitch high, a victorious smile on his face, though his eyes quickly scan the crowd, searching. When his gaze finds yours, the intensity returns, a mixture of triumph and challenge burning in his eyes.

You force a smile, clapping politely despite the mixed emotions swirling within you. Sunoo sighs defeatedly at the loss of his House – despite his lack of interest for the game itself – but joins in the applause, though his knowing glance tells you he’s aware of the deeper game at play.

As the celebrations continue on the pitch, you can’t help but feel a grudging respect for Heeseung’s performance and determination.

But the battle between you two is far from over. If anything, his victory only fuels your resolve to continue your little game with him.

And as you leave the stands, the lingering anticipation of your next encounter with Heeseung keeps your heart racing, the game between you two promising to be just as thrilling as the one you’ve just witnessed.

The Gryffindor team’s victory party was the talk of the school. It was everyone’s knowledge that Gryffindor celebrations were the wildest, and tonight promised to be no different.

As you stand in front of the mirror in your dormitory, you take extra care in preparing yourself. If you were going to face Heeseung again, you needed to be at your best. Your outfit was both bold and attractive, designed to catch eyes and turn heads – although it wasn’t something new to you. With a final touch of makeup and a spritz of perfume, you give yourself a confident nod.

But tonight, you have an extra edge. Beneath your sleek, dark dress, you’re wearing a set of red lingerie – intricate lace that hugs your curves deliciously and make you feel powerful. The color was a deliberate choice, and you can’t deny that it fits you perfectly.

It’s a symbol of your confidence, a secret weapon that makes you feel bold and in control.

However, you can’t help the thrill pervading your body at the thought of Heeseung discovering it.

Not that you had any intention of hooking up with him – he doesn’t deserve it, after all. But the idea of him realizing just how much effort you put into tonight, for yourself, made your heart race with a mix of anticipation and defiance. He might have taunted you, tried to put you down, but tonight you were in control.

With one last glance in the mirror, you stepped out of your dormitory, determination and anticipation fueling your every step.

Before heading to the Gryffindor common room, you meet with Sunoo, who is waiting for you in the corridor. He immediately notices your arrival and raises an eyebrow, his expression a mix of impatience and amusement.

“Late as usual,” Sunoo says, crossing his arms over his chest.

You roll your eyes, trying to hide your smile. “Only for a few minutes,” you drawl out, feigning innocence.

He gestures dramatically to his clothes, impeccable as ever. “Can you see the dust on my clothes? I’ve been standing here so long, I’m practically turning into a statue.”

“Sure,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Let’s just go.”

With that, the two of you start walking towards the Gryffindor common room. The anticipation builds with each step, the sound of the party growing louder as you approach. Sunoo chatters beside you, his excitement palpable, but you can’t help the flutter of nerves in your stomach.

You say the magical password, and the portrait of the Fat Lady swings open, revealing the vibrant, bustling common room.

You and Sunoo step inside, immediately engulfed in the atmosphere of joy and camaraderie. The room is decked out in red and gold, the colors of the victorious Gryffindor team, and the air is thick with the scent of Butterbeer and various magical treats.

Sunoo wastes no time diving into the throng of students, his excitement pulling him into the heart of the party. You, however, take a moment to look around the room, scanning for any sign of a familiar face.

Your eyes land on Park Sunghoon, the Ravenclaw prefect, standing by the fireplace by himself. You excuse yourself from Sunoo, who’s already mingling with a group of Gryffindors, and start making your way toward Sunghoon.

Just as you’re about to reach him, someone bumps into you hard from the side, nearly knocking you off balance.

“What the–” you start to say, but the words die on your lips when you see who it is.

Jay fucking Park.

“Oops, my bad,” he grins, steadying you with a firm hand on your shoulder. But there’s a sharpness in his eyes that contradicts his friendly facade.

You shrug his arm off, eyeing him with an annoyed look. “Don’t touch me.”

Jay’s grin widens, his eyes narrowing. “Mhm, annoying as always. Maybe that’s why you’re here, to stir up some trouble.”

“Why don’t you mind your own business, Jay?” you retort, your voice cold.

He chuckles, the sound low and mocking. “I’m just saying, you seem out of place here. Maybe you should go back to wherever you came from.”

He looks around the grand room, taking in the outstanding decor as well as the large amount of people already engaging in festive activities.

“Gryffindor knows how to throw a celebration, especially after a win like that. Though I suppose you wouldn’t know much about winning, would you?” He continues, his eyes ranking over you in a way that makes your skin crawl.

You bite back a retort, maintaining your composure. “Actually, I’m quite familiar with success. Maybe you just haven’t been paying attention.”

Jay laughs, a cruel edge to the sound. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Before you can respond, a sudden voice interrupts.

“Is there a problem here?”

You turn to see Sunghoon – your favourite prefect – standing with a stoic look on his face. Jay’s smirk widens for a moment, and he steps back.

“Ah, one of your preys,” Jay sneers, his eyes glinting with malice. “Although you moved from him rather quickly.”

You narrow your eyes at Jay, your irritation growing. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jay shrugs nonchalantly, the smirk never leaving his face. “Just saying, it’s impressive how fast you can switch your attention. Too bad everyone is too absorbed on your appearance to focus on that.”

You clench your fists, trying to keep your composure. “What’s your problem, Jay?”

Jay leans in slightly, lowering his voice but making sure it’s still loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. “That’s why someone has to tell people and make them aware, right?”

He tilts his head subtly, and you follow his gaze to see none other than Heeseung staring at your conversation with an unreadable expression.

Your heart skips a beat, the weight of Heeseung’s gaze adding to the tension. You can’t decipher if he’s is angry, attentive, or something else entirely, but the intensity of his stare sends a shiver down your spine.

“Back off, Jay,” you say, your voice firm but low. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, I think I do,” Jay retorts, his smirk widening as he glances back at Heeseung. “I mean, it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?”

Before you can respond, Sunghoon steps forward, placing a protective hand on your shoulder. “Leave her alone, Jay. This isn’t the place for your petty games.”

Sunghoon’s intervention earns him a disdainful glance from Jay, who responds with a snarky retort. “Of course another empty-headed idiot runs to her rescue. And here I thought she was perfectly capable of handling me herself,” Jay quips, his words dripping with sarcasm.

You can feel Jay’s eyes boring into you, his words hiding a hint of amusement beneath their sharp edge. Despite the hostility in his tone, there’s an undeniable satisfaction in his gaze as he awaits your response.

You meet Jay’s gaze head-on, refusing to cower under his mocking scrutiny. With a cold smile, you respond, “Oh, I can handle you just fine, Jay. But why waste my energy on someone so insignificant?”

Jay’s retort is immediate, but before he can fully respond, you cut him off, your voice low and fierce. “If you spent half as much time working on yourself as you do trying to tear others down, you might actually be worth something.”

The time seems to stop as you continue to tell him off, catching the attention of a few students around you as the listen to your piercing words.

They cut through the tension like a knife, and you can see a flicker of surprise in Jay’s eyes before he quickly recovers. He opens his mouth to respond, but you don’t give him the chance, turning away dismissively and leaving him standing there, speechless.

However, you immediately hear your name being called, catching your attention as you pretend not to hear Jay’s screeching voice.

“Mark my words, Y/N, your little secrets will find a way of catching up to you.”

Gryffindor certainly knows how to throw the biggest parties, especially when the Quidditch team emerges triumphant after the final game of the season. And at the center of attention, as always, is Lee Heeseung.

It’s inevitable that everyone’s eyes are all on him tonight, however he can’t seem to focus on anyone else.

If not on only one person.

His gaze is drawn irresistibly to the corner of the room where a familiar scene is unfolding. You’re there, caught in a heated exchange with Jay, your eyes flashing with a mix of annoyance and anger.

Heeseung watches intently as Jay, with his usual cocky grin, leans in a little too close, his words obviously designed to provoke. His jaw tightens, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. He knows Jay too well – the Slytherin has a passion to stir up troubles everywhere he goes.

From his vantage point, Heeseung can see the tension in your posture, the way you stand your ground despite Jay’s taunting. He notices the subtle flicker of Sunghoon’s hand on your shoulder, a gesture meant to support but one that seems to only escalate Jay’s antagonism – as well as Heeseung’s jealousy at the small, yet intimate action.

He feels anger pervading your body as he listens to Jay’s words.“Of course another empty-headed idiot runs to her rescue. And here I thought she was perfectly capable of handling me herself.”

“Oh, I can handle you just fine, Jay. But why waste my energy on someone so insignificant?”

Heeseung’s lips twitch into a small smile at your words, a sense of satisfaction warming his chest. He loves seeing you hold your own, matching Jay’s snark with your own biting wit.

“If you spent half as much time working on yourself as you do trying to tear others down, you might actually be worth something.”

The crowd around you murmurs in reaction, some laughing, others whispering in surprise at your boldness.

Heeseung watches as Jay’s expression falters, the usual bravado slipping for a moment. But the Slytherin quickly recovers, his gaze turning icy as he takes a step back, clearly affected by your words more than he’d care to admit.

Heeseung can’t help but feel a surge of pride at your display of strength. He watches the way you carry yourself, the fire in your eyes, and he’s reminded of why he’s drawn to you, why you occupy his thoughts even in the midst of his greatest triumphs.

As Jay slinks away after threatening you with his last words, Heeseung’s eyes remain fixed on you. You stand tall, the flush of victory coloring your cheeks, and for a moment, your gaze lifts and meets his across the room.

One of Heeseung’s teammates claps him on the back, trying to pull him back into the celebration. “Captain! C’mon, we got to toast to our win!”

But Heeseung barely registers the words. His eyes remain locked on you as you exchange a few words with the Ravenclaw prefect. Even as the Gryffindor common room buzzes with noise and music, his focus is unwavering.

You turn, glancing back one last time, and then start to walk away with Sunghoon. The sight of you leaving tugs at something deep within Heeseung, a mix of frustration and longing swirling inside him.

“Heeseung, seriously, what’s up?” his teammate persists, waving a hand in front of his face.

Heeseung blinks, finally tearing his gaze away from your retreating figure. “Yeah, I’m here,” he mumbles incoherently, but his mind is still elsewhere, following you as you disappear from view.

He takes a deep breath, trying to shake off the distraction, but he can’t ignore the pull you have on him. Tonight, more than ever, he’s aware of how much he wants to close the distance between you.

As the party continues to swell with laughter and cheers, Heeseung’s thoughts are consumed by you. The memory of your fiery retort to Jay, the way you held your ground – it all replays in his mind.

He knows he should be mad at you, despite you doing nothing.

But truthfully, that’s what pains him the most – that you did nothing.

He’s aware that you know of his never-ending obsession for you, but the fact that you’ve never gave him the satisfaction of being his haunts him.

Even Jake got to have you before he did, that’s why he was angry at him.

Heeseung makes a decision. He can’t let this night end without talking to you, without addressing the tension that’s been simmering between you for so long.

His eyes weave through the throng of students, eyes locked on you as you sit with Sunghoon, the proximity between you two making his blood boil.

Determination fuels him, and he’s almost got up from his seat when a sudden presence halts his advance.

Jay, with his ever-present smirk, slips into the seat on the couch next to Heeseung, blocking his path.

“Heeseung,” Jay drawls, leaning back casually. “What’s the rush? Got somewhere more important to be?”

Heeseung clenches his jaw, irritation flaring. “Not now, Jay.”

His eyes unconsciously wander to you, staring at you from afar. “Oh, I see. Off to chase after your little obsession again?” Jay chuckles, his eyes glinting with mischief. “After everything I told you?”

His tone is condescending, and Heeseung fights the urge to snap back. Instead, he forces a calmness into his voice, even as his eyes remain glued to you. “Jay, drop it. This isn’t about you.”

Jay shrugs, his smirk widening. “You’re right. It’s about you making a fool of yourself over someone who doesn’t even care.”

Heeseung’s fists clench at his sides, his patience wearing thin. “And what the fuck do you know?”

Jay’s laughter is sharp and grating. “Oh, I know more than you can think of. Come on, Heeseung, even you can’t be this blind. She’s using you, playing you like a fiddle. And you’re letting her.”

Heeseung’s thoughts swirl in turmoil. He knows Jay’s words are meant to rile him up, to push him to the edge. But there’s a sliver of truth that cuts through his bravado, a nagging doubt that he can’t entirely shake.

His eyes remain locked on you; he can’t deny the magnetic pull he feels towards you, the way his heart races whenever you’re near. It’s an obsession he can’t control, a burning desire that consumes him.

Suddenly – as the music shifts to a slower, more sensual beat – you rise from your seat, leaving Sunghoon behind.

You glide towards the dance floor, your movements deliberate and confident. The crowd parts slightly, allowing you to step into the center. The lights cast a soft glow over your form, highlighting the curves of your dress and the graceful sway of your hips.

You start to dance, your body moving with a fluid sensuality that draws every eye in the room to you.

Heeseung’s breath catches in his throat, his gaze focused on you. He watches as you lose yourself in the music, your movements both provocative and mesmerizing. Every sway, every turn is a silent invitation, a tantalizing promise that keeps him rooted to the spot, unable to look away.

The way you dance, it’s as if you’re performing just for him, every motion designed to drive him mad with longing.

Beside him, Jay’s eyes are also locked on you. Despite his earlier words, he can’t keep his eyes off you, a frustrated tension evident in his posture. His smirk falters slightly as he watches your movements, unable to look away from the seductive sway of your hips, the graceful turn of your body.

“Look at her, Heeseung,” Jay mutters, a sneaky but mean edge to his voice. “She’s got you wrapped around her finger, doesn’t she? You’re practically drooling.”

Heeseung doesn’t respond, his focus unwavering. He watches as you throw your head back, your laughter mingling with the music, your eyes alight with mischief and challenge.

The song shifts, the tempo slowing slightly, and you take advantage of the moment. Your movements become more deliberate, more languid, each step and sway a purposeful taunt.

And then, your eyes lock with his.

Heeseung’s breath quickens, his eyes following your every move with an intensity that sends a thrill down your spine.

You’re playing with fire, and you know it – but you can’t help but relish the way he reacts to you, the way his facade cracks under the weight of his desire.

The way your eyes wander all over him, the smirk plastered on your face and your body swinging sensually are a painful reminder that he can’t have you.

And that only adds fuel to his growing desire.

You spin away, the crowd swallowing you up as the music shifts again. You’re dancing with abandon now, letting the music guide your movements.

As you move, Heeseung notices the way everyone is looking at you – the usual composed Sunghoon, who stands nearby, eyes locked on your figure. Jay, whose smirk has faded in something more serious, more calculating.

But none of them matter to him.

Not when he’s so distant from you, and yet so agonisingly close.

He knows the game isn’t over, not by a long shot.

And one thing is sure for Heeseung: the game isn’t over until he wins.

There’s a beautiful balcony outside the Gryffindor common room, the quiet sounds of the courtyards, mixed with sounds of magical animals roaring in the night sky, creates a peaceful contrast with the loud cheers and music inside.

The frisk air hits you, and you close your eyes in an appreciative manner as you savour the gentle breeze on your face.

You’re standing alone, Sunoo now long lost somewhere with other students, so you take your chance to unwind a bit by yourself.

The calming peace, however, is soon interrupted by the giant, glass doors opening behind you. Your heart skips a beat as you turn slowly, and your eyes meet an impeding figure.

Heeseung steps onto the balcony, his gaze a mixture of determination and something darker. It’s odd, really, how everytime you’re alone with each other there’s always an undeniable tension.

He doesn’t say anything at first, his footsteps echoing slightly as he approaches you. He keeps his distance from you, although his gaze never leaves your figure.

You stand in silence for a few seconds, before he finally breaks it, his voice low and rough.

“I didn’t expect to find you out here alone,” he says, his tone guarded.

You don’t meet his gaze, your body standing still. “I needed a break from the chaos inside,” you reply casually.

Heeseung nods, his eyes flickering with something unreadable. “Fair enough,” he murmurs, taking a step closer. “Mind if I join you?”

You’re unable to suppress a chuckle, this time meeting his dark eyes. “So that you can offend me again?” Your tone is hard, tinted with venom. “Unfortunately for you there’s no one watching.”

He’s taken aback by your words, stumbling back as guilt washes him entirely. “Y/N, it’s not–”

“What, Heeseung?” You interrupt him, not wasting any time. “I knew you were an attention seeker, but I never thought you could be like Jay.”

Heeseung’s eyes narrow at your words, a muscle in his jaw tightening. “Don’t compare me to Jay,” he snaps, his voice rising slightly. “I’m nothing like him.”

You can see the frustration building in him, the struggle to maintain control. His hands clench into fists at his sides, and he takes a step closer, the intensity in his eyes growing. “I didn’t come here to play games or seek attention.”

“Then why?”

Your tone is sharp, laced with impatience. Heeseung falters, the words catching in his throat. He struggles to find the right response, his frustration palpable.

“I…” He stops, taking another step closer, his gaze never wavering from yours. “I need to know something.”

His words, as well as his unusually gentle tone, surprise you, curiosity piqued by the raw emotion in his voice.

“Why do you keep playing with me?”

The question hangs in the air, charged with years of unspoken tension and unresolved feelings. Heeseung’s gaze is intense, almost pleading, as he waits for your response.

You’re taken aback by the vulnerability in his voice, the crack in his usually confident demeanor. For a moment, you’re at a loss for words, the usual witty retort failing to come to mind.

“Honest?” You echo, your voice barely above a whisper. “You want honesty?”

Heeseung nods, his expression a mixture of frustration and desperation.

You take a deep breath, weighing your words carefully. “Then what do you want me to say, Heeseung? That I enjoy the attention? That I like knowing I have this power over you? Because I do,” you rant, before lowering your gaze slightly. “But it’s not just that.”

His doe eyes widen slightly at your confession, but he remains silent, urging you to continue.

“The reason I act this way, Heeseung, is because I don’t want to end up like every other girl that you fuck and never talk to again.” You stop yourself, your heart beating fast. “I don’t want to a trophy you flaunt with your friends.”

Heeseung’s face tightens with a mix of frustration and pain at your words, although he can’t but feel a wave of discomfort as he acknowledges the way you think of him.

“You think that I would treat you like that?”

You hold his gaze, your expression serious. “Do you know why Jake didn’t tell you about me and him having sex?”

Heeseung can’t help but retort at the mention of his best friend, but he remains silent, waiting for you to continue.

“It’s because he respects me, Heeseung. He knows I’m not just some conquest to be bragged about. I’m a person with feelings, and he wouldn’t betray my trust like that.”

What comes off of Heeseung’s mouth leaves you taken aback, his words cutting through you like a knife.

“No, that’s not true,” he says, his tone firm. “He didn’t tell me because he’s a coward. He’s a coward that couldn’t tell me, his best friend, he’s having sex with the girl he knows I’ve liked for so long.”

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, leaving you speechless. You never thought Jake’s silence could be interpreted in such a way, and the realization leaves you reeling. You’re torn between disbelief and hurt, unsure of how to respond.

Heeseung’s words hang heavy in the air, his anger palpable as he continues. “When Jay told me about you and him, I was raging. I was so fucking angry that I almost punched him in the face. But then it all started to make sense… When I realized that Jake’s friendship with you was sudden and oddly close.”

His confession sends a chill down your spine, your mind racing as you try to process his words. The pieces of the puzzle begin to fall into place, and you can’t help but feel a sense of betrayal.

Your voice trembles slightly as you speak, your words laced with urgency and desperation. “Heeseung… whatever Jay told you about me, he’s exaggerating. He’s trying to come back at me… he… he’s always done it.” You pause, gathering your thoughts, the weight of the situation heavy on your shoulders.

Heeseung’s gaze softens, a hint of understanding in his eyes. “I know,” he admits quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “That’s why I wasn’t mad at you. Well… I took it out on you, but I was angry at Jake.”

Your breath catches in your throat at his confession, the revelation taking you by surprise. “And I guess I couldn’t help but feel jealous that he had you instead of me,” he adds, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

The raw honesty in his words leaves you momentarily speechless – you knew he has always wanted you, but hearing him say it out loud left you shivering.

Then, a chuckle coming from your lips breaks the fallen silence.

“Don’t act like you can’t have any girl that you want,” you retort, tone harsh.

Heeseung’s expression softens, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. “But I want you,” he confesses, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I’ve always wanted you.”

Your breath catches in your throat, his words hanging in the air like a delicate melody. For a moment, time seems to stand still as you’re left stunned by the weight of his confession.

The vulnerability in his eyes is palpable, drawing you in despite your hesitancy. A part of you longs to surrender to the warmth of his gaze, to allow yourself to be enveloped by the raw intensity of his desire.

But years of caution and self-preservation hold you back, a voice of reason whispering in the back of your mind. You take a step back, your expression guarded as you process his words.

He notices your hesitancy, almost closing the distance between the two of you as he holds your gaze with all his mighty.

“My reputation precedes me, it’s true,” he starts. “I’ve fucked many girls, trying to forget about you, but believe when I say that especially in those moments, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Your chuckle carries a note of sarcasm as his words sink in. “Am I supposed to be flattered?” you retort, your tone sharp and laced with bitterness.

“No, fuck– no.” He tries to come up with the right words, visibly struggling.

Heeseung takes a step closer, his expression pained as he searches for the right words. "I didn't mean it like that," he says hurriedly, his voice tinged with desperation. "I just... I want you to know how much you've consumed me. How much I've fought against this… obsession I have for you, only to realize I can't escape it."

His confession hangs heavy in the air, and for a moment, the balcony feels suffocatingly small. You stare at him, eyes widening as you feel powerless in front of such vulnerability.

“I just want you to put an end to my torment," he confesses, his voice barely above a whisper.

His words leave you speechless, your heart beating faster as suddenly, you feel the urge to get closer to him, body almost closing the proximity between the two of you.

“And how I’m supposed to do that?”

The tension crackles in the air between you, thick and palpable. Heeseung’s gaze holds yours, intense and pleading, as he takes a step closer, bridging the gap between you.

“Let me have you,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the distant sounds of the party. His words hang in the air, heavy with desire.

Your heart races at his request, conflicting emotions swirling inside you. You’re torn between the allure of his offer and the knowledge of the consequences it could bring.

But in this moment, with the darkness of the night wrapping around you like a cloak, it’s easy to forget about the world outside, to succumb to the intoxicating pull of his presence.

“Just for tonight,” he adds, his voice a whisper against your ear. The words send a shiver down your spine, igniting a fire within you.

You pull back slightly, searching his eyes for any hint of insincerity. But all you see is a raw, unfiltered desire, mingled with a vulnerability you've never seen in him before. Your heart pounds, the internal conflict raging within you.

Heeseung's gaze doesn't waver. "Please," he breathes, his voice breaking slightly, the plea hanging in the air between you.

You bite your lip, your mind racing – but the magnetic pull you feel towards him, the intoxicating mix of anger, passion, and curiosity, is too strong to resist. Your breath hitches as you look up at him, the flicker of vulnerability in his eyes mirroring your own.

And then, before you can stop yourself, you close the distance between you, your hand reaching up to grasp the back of his neck. The intensity of your touch sends a jolt through him, his eyes widening slightly before they flutter shut.

You pull him down, your lips crashing into his. The kiss is fierce and desperate, your fingers tangling in his hair as you press closer, your bodies melding together in a heated embrace.

Heeseung responds instantly, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you even tighter against him. His lips move against yours with a fervent intensity, matching your own.

Your kiss deepens, becoming more insistent, more urgent. His hands roam over your back, memorizing every curve, every inch of you. You can feel the raw need in his touch, the way he clings to you as if yu the only thing keeping him grounded.

You hear him moan against your lips, desperation guiding his movements as his hands slide down your back, fingers digging into your hips as he pulls you even closer, if that's even possible.

Heeseung's lips leave yours, trailing a path down your jawline to your neck. He presses a series of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your skin, his breath ragged and filled with need.

The sensation sends shivers down your spine, making you gasp softly. “Mhmmm,” you moan at the pleasurable sensation.

“Yeah?” His tone is dangerously low, his teeth biting your soft skin enticingly.

"Let me treat you good, pretty," he murmurs against your neck, his voice a mix of dominance and desperation. His words send a thrill through you, igniting a fire deep within. "I'll make you feel so good, I promise."

His lips find yours again, the kiss more intense, more commanding this time. Heeseung's hands roam over your body with desperation, pressing you harder against him.

His hands slide under your dress, caressing your skin with a tenderness that contrasts sharply with the hunger in his kiss. “Heeseung– ah…”

Your heart pounds in your chest, the intensity of the moment overwhelming. You can feel his need for you, his desperation to prove himself, and it stirs something deep within you.

Heeseung pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he gazes into your eyes. "Please," he whimpes, his voice barely audible but laced with urgency. "Let me show you how much I want you.”

His plea hangs in the air, and you can see the vulnerability in his eyes, the raw honesty of his emotions.

In this moment, Heeseung isn't the confident, cocky Quidditch star; he's a madman standing before you, willing to give his body to you, begging for a chance to prove his worth.

“Let me prove to you that I’m worth it.”

You barely notice what happens around you as the transition from the balcony to the bedroom turns into a blur of heated kisses and hurried footsteps.

The moment you step into the room, Heeseung's hands are on you again, his touch more urgent, more desperate. He closes the door behind him, shutting out the world and leaving only the two of you in the dim light.

A yelp escapes your lips as you feel his big hands grabbing the flesh of your ass, pushing you further against him, feeling his hardness poking in his pants.

You leave his lips, pampering his neck with kisses as you purposely press yourself further while his knees go weak at the pleasurable sensation.

Heeseung's breath hitches, his grip tightening on your ass as he pulls you even closer. "God, you drive me crazy," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. His hands slide up your back, fingers tracing the curve of your spine, sending shivers down your skin.

Heeseung's hand goes down your dress and he moans appreciatively as he feels the rough fabric of your panties. “Fuck, baby…”

His movements are desperate, playing with your wetness as you try your best not to buckle under his touch. Your breath hitches, and you can feel the heat pooling between your legs, the ache for him growing unbearable.

But you refuse to let him have the upper hand.

With a sudden burst of determination, you push him onto the bed, your eyes locking with his in a fiery gaze. Heeseung's expression shifts from surprise to anticipation, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

You walk towards him, hips moving sensually as his breath catches in his throat as he stares at your perfect body. Your dress rises slightly the more you sway your hips, his eyes fixating on your curves.

You reach him, standing tall in front of his desperate figure and he wastes no time in placing his hands on your hips, but you hit them harshly.

He whines at your action, a small pout appearing on his face as his doe, begging eyes stare into you in a pleading manner.

“No touching,” you instruct, your tone lower. “Just watch me.”

Slowly, teasingly, you begin to undress in front of him, your movements deliberate and sensual.

You start by slipping the straps of your dress off your shoulders, letting the fabric slide down your body inch by tantalizing inch. His eyes darken with desire as he watches you, his hands clenching at his sides, resisting the urge to reach out and touch you.

His breath hitches, his eyes fixed on you with a burning intensity. He bites his lip, his body tensing with restraint as you continue your slow striptease.

A small smirk appears on his face as he notices your red set of lingerie, trying his best not to pounce on you – you’ve always look beautiful, but Heeseung is sure red makes you look absolutely stunning.

You unclasp your bra, letting it fall away to reveal your bare breasts, your nipples hardening under his gaze. You see the way his jaw tightens, the way his eyes flicker with raw need.

“Fuck me…” he moans to himself, clearly enjoying the view as he palms himself through his pants.

You start playing with your nipples, tugging at them as you continue moving your hips in a tantalising manner.

Then, you hook your fingers into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down slowly, savoring every moment of his tortured longing.

Standing completely naked before him, you take a step closer, your body illuminated by the soft moonlight filtering through the window. You can see the way his eyes trace the curves of your body, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath.

You turn around, giving him a glimpse of your ass as you reach for him, your hands finding his thighs as you start to move against his growing erection.

He groans loudly, eyes locked on your bare ass as he tries his best not to spank you red. He’s so focused on the swaying of your hips that he barely hears your question.

“Did you like seeing me dance?”

Heeseung's breath hitches, his fingers digging into his palms as he struggles to maintain control. "You know I did," he rasps, his voice thick with desire. "You drove me insane."

A satisfied smirk tugs at your lips. "Good," you purr, grinding against him with deliberate slowness. “Although the Heeseung I know would have joined me.”

Heeseung's eyes darken with desire at your words "Oh, believe me, I wanted to," he growls. "But watching you was its own kind of torture."

You get up from his lap, turning around to look at his handsome face as his chest heavies up and down.

You chuckle, a seductive sound that sends a shiver down his spine. "And now?" you tease, your fingers trailing down his chest. "Are you going to keep watching, or are you going to do something about it?"

Heeseung’s eyes darken with the desire, and a part of him just wants to push you on the bed and take you completely, claiming you as his as he has his way with you.

But instead, his desperation and need for you cloud his dominance, making him a begging mess.

“Please…”

A wicked smile curls your lips as you see the vulnerability in his eyes. You take charge, pushing him back onto the bed with a determined force. "Since you asked so nicely," you purr, straddling his chest and slowly moving up, your eyes never leaving his.

Heeseung's breath hitches as you position yourself above him, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as he anticipates your next move.

The sight of you, so powerful and commanding, sends a jolt of arousal through him.

Without another word, you lower yourself onto his face, your movements deliberate and controlled. Heeseung's groan vibrates against you, his tongue wasting no time as he eagerly explores your folds while you start to ride his face with a sensual rhythm.

"Mhmm Heeseung," you murmur, your fingers tangling in his hair as you guide his movements. "Just like that..."

The scent and taste of you flood his senses, and he feels a primal need to devour you completely. Each flick of his tongue, each eager lap, is driven by an insatiable desire to please you, to make you lose control.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he groans against you, his voice muffled but filled with raw hunger. Heeseung's thoughts are consumed by you – your taste, your scent, the way your body moves above him.

His tongue moves with increasing fervor, tracing patterns that make your body shiver with pleasure. Heeseung can't get enough, his hands gripping your thighs tightly, guiding your movements.

"I've dreamed about this," he breathes out between licks, his voice thick with desire. "Every time I touched another girl, I wished it was you. Only you."

Your soft moans turn him on even more, and he starts moving faster, his tongue delving deeper, exploring every inch of you. The way you respond to him, the way you ride his face with such sensual grace, drives him insane.

You throw you head back, strings of moans escaping your lips shamelessly loud. “Yes, Heeseung… ah– just like that, don’t stop!”

"Fuck, you're perfect," he murmurs against you, his voice trembling with intensity. "I want to make you come so hard, baby. I want to hear you scream my name."

Heeseung's world narrows down to the taste of you, the sounds you make, and the way your body responds to him. Each moan, each gasp, fuels his desire, driving him to push you higher and higher until you can't take it anymore. He's desperate to see you lose control, to know that he's the one making you feel this way.

You take a deep breath, savoring the feeling of Heeseung's eager mouth on you. You start to grind your hips against his face harder, setting a deliberate pace, making sure he can't escape your dominance.

"Just like that," you moan, your voice thick with pleasure. "Keep going, Heeseung."

Heeseung's hands tighten on your thighs, his tongue working frantically to please you. His thoughts are a haze of lust and need, each flick of his tongue driven by the desire to make you come undone.

"God, it’s true what they say," you murmur, your fingers tightening in his hair. "You’re so good at this– fuck!”

Heeseung groans against you, the vibrations sending shivers through your body. His thoughts are a chaotic mix of pleasure and frustration. He wants more, needs more, but he's completely at your mercy.

"Don't stop!" you command, your voice rising. "I'm so close, Heeseung. Don't you dare stop."

Heeseung's eyes flutter closed, the sensation overwhelming him. He wants to see you come undone, to feel you lose control. He redoubles his efforts, his tongue moving with frenzied urgency, determined to push you over the edge.

"Fuck, Heeseung!" you cry out, your body tensing as you finally reach your peak, your voice louder as you moan in ecstasy.

Heeseung feels a rush of triumph as you climax, your body trembling above him. He continues to lap at you, savoring the taste of your release, his hands gripping your thighs possessively.

As you come down from your high, you look down at him, your breath still ragged. "You did so good,” you murmur, your fingers gently stroking his hair.

Heeseung's heart swells at your praise, knowing that he’s the one who made you feel this way.

You climb off Heeseung's face, leaving him panting and dazed from the intensity of your release. His lips are glistening, eyes dark with lingering desire. You smirk down at him, a sense of power coursing through you as you take in his vulnerable state.

"You did so good," you purr, your voice soft but commanding. "You deserve a reward, don't you?"

Heeseung nods eagerly, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. His thoughts are a mix of anticipation and desperation, each beat of his heart echoing with the need for your touch.

You push him further on the bed, his head falling on the pillow as you eagerly take his shirt off. You trail your fingers down his bare chest, savoring the way his muscles twitch under your touch.

Slowly, you work your way down to the waistband of his pants, teasing him with light, feathery touches that make him shiver.

"Please, baby..." Heeseung's voice is barely a whisper, filled with raw need.

You chuckle softly, enjoying the sight of him so undone beneath you. "Patience," you murmur, your fingers finally slipping beneath the fabric to free his hardness.

You let out an appreciative hun at the sight of his big, hard cock and Heeseung groans as you wrap your hand around him, his hips bucking instinctively into your touch. You stroke him slowly, savoring the way his breath hitches, the way his eyes darken with lust.

"You're so eager," you tease, your thumb circling the tip of his cock, smearing the bead of pre-cum that's gathered there.

Heeseung's response is a strangled moan, his hands gripping the sheets as he fights to maintain control.

You lean down, your breath hot against his skin as you press a kiss to the tip of his cock. Heeseung's entire body tenses, his eyes wide with anticipation.

"Do you want me to make you feel good, Heeseung?" you whisper, your lips brushing against him with each word.

"Yes," he breathes, his voice hoarse with desire. “Fuck, please... I want nothing more."

You smile, your tongue flicking out to taste him.

Heeseung's reaction is immediate, a deep, guttural moan tearing from his throat. His hands fly to your hair, tangling in the strands as he fights the urge to thrust into your mouth.

You take your time, savoring the feel of him against your tongue, the taste of him on your lips. You start slow, your mouth moving over him with precision, each motion designed to drive him wild – he’s never felt anything like this, the intensity of your touch driving him to the edge of his control.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his hips bucking involuntarily as you take him deeper.

You hum around him, the vibration sending shivers down his spine. You increase your pace, taking him deeper, your hand working in unison with your mouth to push him closer to the edge.

Heeseung can't help but grab a handful of your hair, tightening his grip as you temptingly move your body, hovering over one of his thighs as you put your weight on it. The sensation sends a shiver down his spine, and he bites his lip, trying to hold back a moan.

You start grinding yourself on his thigh, your wetness smearing against his skin. The feeling of your arousal against his thigh and the sound of your moans against his dick make his mind swirl with desire.

"Fuck," he groans, his voice low and rough.

Suddenly, you feel a change in Heeseung’s demeanour, his begging state becoming less evident as his voice becomes steadied and rougher.

"You're so wet for me. Do you like that, baby? Grinding on my thigh while you suck me off?"

You hum in response, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through him. Heeseung's grip in your hair tightens, his hips bucking slightly into your mouth.

"That's it, baby. Keep going. Show me how much you want it."

You grind harder against his thigh, your movements becoming more desperate as you chase your own pleasure. Heeseung's eyes darken with lust as he watches you, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.

"God, you're so fucking hot," he pants, his hands roaming over your back, down to your ass, encouraging your movements.

His words drive you wild, your dominance faltering as you struggle to continue sucking his cock.

You moan around him, the sound muffled as you take him deeper into your mouth. Heeseung's head falls back, a guttural moan escaping his lips as the sensation overwhelms him.

"Fuck, just like that," he growls, his voice filled with desperation. "You're so good, baby. So fucking good. Keep going. Fuck– what a fucking wet pussy…”

Your movements become frantic, your arousal slickening his thigh as you grind against him with increasing fervor. The feeling of his hard cock in your mouth, combined with the pressure on your clit, drives you to the brink of ecstasy.

His grip tightens in your hair, hips thrusting up into your mouth as he gets lost in the pleasure.

"Fuck, baby. That's it. You're so fucking perfect." Heeseung groans loudly, the sensation pushing him closer to his own release.

But he’s far from finished; he wants to prolong it, to feel you entirely. He didn’t wait so long just to cum in your mouth without savouring the tightness and warmth of your cunt first.

Heeseung's eyes darken with determination as he takes a deep breath, shifting his grip on you.

With a swift, powerful motion, he flips you onto your back, his body looming over yours. The sudden dominance in his actions sends a thrill through you, your breath catching as you stare up at him.

"I’m not done with you." Heeseung's voice is low, almost a growl, as he pins your wrists above your head with one hand, his other hand trailing down your body. "I've waited too long for this. I'm going to take my time, make you feel every second of it."

You shiver under his touch, your body arching towards him as he slides his hand between your legs, his fingers teasing your entrance. He watches your reactions intently, a smirk tugging at his lips as he feels your wetness.

"God, you're so ready for me," he murmurs, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and lust. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to think of anyone else."

Heeseung positions himself at your entrance, his eyes never leaving yours as teases with the head of his cock. He moves his gaze down your cunt, a broken moan leaving his lips at the sight.

He can’t help but stare at you in awe, the desperation, longing and need he had for you for all this years leading him to this very moment.

Heeseung is no new to winning, but this is a prize that he never thought he could achieve – but here you are now, legs spread in front of him as you give yourself to him entirely.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he breathes out, his voice trembling with a mix of dominance and desperation.

Heeseung's fingers dig into your hips as he lines himself up, his eyes filled with an intense, almost feral hunger.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "How many nights l've dreamed of being inside you, making you mine."

“Then take me,” you voice is hoarse, your chest heaving up and down in anticipation. “Before I take you instead.”

Your tone is teasing, a smirk appearing on your face as Heeseung laughs at your self-assuredness. "Yeah?" he says, his eyes darkening with desire.

“You think you can play with me?"

Heeseung's grip tightens on your hips, and in one swift movement, he pushes into you, burying himself to the hilt. The suddenness and intensity of his action take your breath away, your smirk replaced with a gasp of surprise and pleasure.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, his voice dripping with a mix of admiration and dominance. "You really thought you could take control? That you could handle me?"

He sets a relentless pace, each thrust powerful and deliberate, hitting you in just the right spots. The force of his movements drives you wild, the pleasure almost overwhelming.

You moan helplessly, his cock hitting you all in the right spots as you tighten your cunt around him.

"God, you feel insane," he groans, his grip on your hips tightening. "So fucking perfect."

Heeseung pauses, savouring the sensation, the way your body clings to him, warm and wet and inviting. He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me."

"I want you, Heeseung," you gasp, your voice trembling with need. "I want you so fucking much."

His body is pervaded by a sense of warmth at your words – the same words he always dreamed of hearing.

A low, satisfied growl escapes his lips, and he begins to move, setting a slow, deliberate pace instead.

Each thrust is controlled, powerful, designed to drive you wild with desire. "That's it, pretty," he murmurs, his voice a rough whisper. "Take me. Take every inch of me."

His words, his touch, everything about him drives you closer to the edge. You can feel his desperation, his need, in every movement, every thrust. Heeseung's hands roam over your body, touching, caressing, worshipping.

"You're mine tonight," he growls, his voice filled with possessiveness. "Mine to fuck, mine to pleasure. No one else can have you like this."

His words leaves you speechless, eyes rolling back as you struggle to say a coherent word.

His eyes bore into yours, filled with a predatory hunger that makes your heart race. "You’re just a needy little thing, aren't you? So desperate to be fucked." He whispers harshly, his breath hot against your skin

Each thrust is punctuated with a string of dirty, teasing words, designed to push you further into a frenzy of desire. "Look at you," he says, his voice dripping with condescension. "Moaning and squirming under me. You thought you could handle this, but you're just a little slut for my cock, aren't you?"

The intensity of his movements, combined with his words, drives you closer and closer to the edge. You can feel the buildup, the tightening in your core, the way your body responds to his dominance.

“Heeseung– fuck… I’m so fucking close!” you gasp, your body quivering with the intensity of your impeding orgasm.

But just as you're about to tip over the edge, Heeseung stops, pulling out of you with a wicked grin. "Not yet, pretty," he whispers, his voice a mix of teasing and dominance. "I'm not done with you."

He effortlessly flips you over onto your hands and knees, positioning you exactly how he wants you. The anticipation builds as you feel the head of his cock teasing your entrance once more.

Heeseung's hands grip your hips, holding you steady as he thrusts back into you, deeper this time, eliciting a cry of pleasure from your lips.

The new angle sends jolts of pleasure through your body, and you can't help but arch your back, pressing against him. His pace is relentless, each thrust precise and powerful, driving you wild with desire.

As you move together, your eyes catch sight of the large mirror on the wall beside his bed. The reflection takes your breath away – you can see every movement, every thrust of his hips, the way his muscles flex with each powerful motion. The sight is intoxicating, amplifying the pleasure coursing through your veins.

You focus on the sensual movement of his hips, strings of moans shamelessly leaving you lips as you stare at him through the mirror.

Heeseung notices your gaze, and a smirk plays on his lips. "Like what you see?" he asks, his voice dripping with arrogance.

"Look at yourself, baby. Look at how good you take me."

The sight of your own reflection, combined with his dirty talk, sends you spiraling closer to the edge once more. His thrusts become even more intense, his grip on your hips tightening as he drives into you with a primal need.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he growls, his eyes fixed on the mirror. "Seeing you like this, seeing how desperate you are for me... it drives me insane."

You can't tear your eyes away from the mirror, from the way he fucks you with such raw passion and dominance. The way his hips move, so sensual yet powerful, leaves you breathless.

Heeseung's hands grip your hips tighter, and without warning, he delivers a sharp spank to your ass, the sting sending a delicious jolt of pain and pleasure through your body. "You have no idea how long l've waited for this," he growls, his voice thick with lust and desire. "How long I've waited for you."

He spanks you again, harder this time, the sound echoing through the room. The sensation intensifies the pleasure, and you can't help but moan loudly, your body arching into his touch. His fingers dig into your flesh, leaving marks that you will surely find in the morning.

"You've teased me for so long," he continues, his thrusts becoming more forceful, each one driving you closer to the edge. "But tonight– ah, fuck! … tonight you're mine, and I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

His words send shivers down your spine, the dominance in his voice igniting a fire within you.

Every thrust, every spank, every word he utters is like fuel to the flames, driving you wild with need.

"You like this, don't you?" Heeseung's voice is low and rough, a perfect match for the way he's fucking you. "You like being fucked like this, being treated like the needy little slut you are."

His words push you further into a haze of pleasure, your mind barely able to process anything other than the overwhelming sensations coursing through you. The combination of his rough, demanding thrusts and his dirty talk has you on the brink of insanity.

"Heeseung," you gasp, your voice barely a whisper as you struggle to hold on. "I'm so close..."

His grip on your hips tightens, and he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "No, pretty, not yet,” he murmurs, his voice a mix of dominance and desperate need.

“We’re going to cum together.”

The intensity of his thrusts increases, each one hitting deeper, harder, sending waves of pleasure through your entire body. Your senses are heightened, every touch, every sound magnified as you feel yourself closer to the edge.

The feeling of his thick cock filling you completely, the way his hips slam against you with such raw power – it’s almost too much to bear.

You bite your lip, trying to hold back the urge to let go, to surrender to the overwhelming sensations coursing through you. His hand slides down to your clit, rubbing it in tight, urgent circles, pushing you closer and closer to the brink. The combination of his rough, demanding thrusts and the skilled movements of his fingers has you trembling with need.

"Heeseung," you whimper, your body quaking with the effort to hold back. "I can't... I can't hold on..."

"You can," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "You're going to wait for me, pretty. We're coming together."

As he says that, Heeseung's thrusts become more frantic, more erratic, as he too nears the edge. You can feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tighten, the way his breath quickens.

"Heeseung, fuckfuckfuck!" you yell, feeling your own climax building.

His voice is rough and urgent as he responds, "I know, pretty. I'm close, too. Fuck, I'm so close." His movements become even more desperate, each thrust driving you closer to the edge.

"Cum with me," he commands, his voice a strained whisper. "I want to feel you come apart around me."

The intensity of his thrusts is almost overwhelming, the sensation of his cock hitting deep inside you sending shivers of pleasure through your body.

"You're so tight, so fucking perfect," he groans, his words a mix of praise and desperation. "I want to feel you squeeze me when you cum. Come on, baby, let go for me."

His hand moves to your clit, rubbing it in tight, urgent circles, pushing you closer and closer to the brink. Strings of moans and calls of his name leave your lips, your body trembling entirely.

"That's it," he growls, his voice filled with raw desire. "Cum for me, pretty. Cum with me."

With one final, powerful thrust, Heeseung pushes you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes over you like the strongest wave, your entire body shaking with the force of it. As you cry out his name, you feel him release inside you, his own climax hitting him hard.

He whimpers loudly, his grip on your hips tightening as he spills into you, filling you completely. The sound is almost desperate, a raw expression of the longing he's harbored for so long.

"Yesyesyes, fuck that's it," he moans, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Fuck, holy shit– you’re such a good girl– ah! … take it all."

For a moment, the world seems to stand still.

The only sounds are your ragged breaths and the rapid beating of your hearts. Heeseung slowly pulls out of you, collapsing onto the bed beside you. He looks at your precious body, your chest heaving up and down as he savours the sight that haunted his dreams for so long.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. "Completely fucked out and still so damn gorgeous."

You chuckle, a tired but satisfied sound, turning your head to meet his gaze. "Feeling proud of yourself?" you tease back, a smirk playing on your lips.

Heeseung's eyes darken with desire, a cocky grin spreading across his face. "More than you know," he replies, his hand trailing down your body. "But I think you enjoyed it just as much, didn't you?"

You bite your lip, the playful gleam in your eyes not fading. "Mhm… maybe," you say, your voice a sultry, teasing whisper.

Heeseung leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Oh, come on," he coaxes, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You can admit it. You loved every minute of it."

You arch an eyebrow, a smirk playing on your lips. "And what if I did?" you tease back, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "Does that stroke your ego enough?"

Heeseung chuckles, his hand sliding up to cup your cheek. "Oh, it's more than enough," he murmurs, his eyes smoldering with desire. "But don't worry, pretty. I’ll be sure to give you plenty more to enjoy. I plan on having you again. And again, and again."

You shiver at his words, the promise of more sending a thrill through you. "Is that so?" you challenge, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "You think you can handle me?"

Heeseung chuckles, his confidence unwavering. "I know I can," he responds, his hand slipping between your legs – feeling your wetness – to tease you once more. "And I’ll prove it to you every chance I get."

You gasp at the sudden touch, your body responding eagerly. "We'll see about that," you whisper, your voice filled with anticipation.

Heeseung's grin widens, his eyes never leaving yours. "Oh, you’ll see,” he promises, his voice filled with determination. "And by the end of the night, you'll be begging for more."

You roll your eyes playfully, but the excitement bubbling inside you is undeniable. "Prove it," you challenge, a daring smile on your lips.

Heeseung's eyes flash with determination, and he pulls you closer, his lips brushing against yours. "Challenge accepted," he murmurs, not wasting any time as he gets on top of you.

Turns out that other than being a champion, Heeseung is often true to his words; the rest of the night is spent in each other’s arms, your bodies fighting tiredness as you continue to fuck without any sign to stop.

By the early morning, you’re both left without energy, soon falling into a deep sleep.

After a few hours, Heeseung can’t help but notice the morning light filter through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room as he slowly blinks his eyes open. For a moment, he revels in the warmth of the bed, before he turns around with an outstretched arm.

Only to find no one else besides him.

Confusion clouds his thoughts as he sits up, running a hand through his tousled hair as he looks around the room.

There's no trace of you, no sign that you were ever there except for the faint scent of your perfume lingering in the air. Heeseung tries his best to push aside the twinge of disappointment that pervades him, despite him knowing your intentions.

He almost throws himself back on the bed but then, his gaze falls on the edge of the bed, and he notices something out of place – a piece of red lingerie, folded neatly as if placed there intentionally. His heart skips a beat as he reaches out to pick it up, the familiar fabric slipping through his fingers.

He chuckles to himself as he plays with it. “Little tease,” he murmurs, knowing that yours was nothing more than a teasing way to remind him that he can’t have all of you.

But rather than deter him, this realization only fuels his determination. He knows he’s won this battle, but he’s well aware that the war is far from over.

After all, Heeseung is not one to shy away from a challenge, especially when it comes to something – or someone – he desires.

He’ll continue to pursue you, to show you that he’s worthy of your affection.

He’ll prove that he’s more than just a fleeting conquest – because one thing is certain: he’ll never give up until he’s claimed his ultimate prize.

You.

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Hot Wheels [M] Pairing: Kim Mingyu x Fem!Reader Tags: 15.9k, 90's AU, Co-Workers to Lovers, Fluff, Humor, Smut 18+ Collab: Now That's 90's Summary: There has been something brewing between you and your part-time co-worker (full-time hottie), Kim Mingyu. Endlessly flirting on the clock at Wheelies, making out in the back of the movie theater, rolling around in the sand with a mighty good man...no other 90's dreamboat could ever compare. Warnings: SMUT 18+, MINORS DNI!! mxf (consensual) sex, fingering, low-key breast play, making out (in public), hickey talk, Mingyu is hung (obvs), he's also portrayed as 'taller' than the mc in interactions, mild to moderate language use, gyu's roomies are sloshed at the end (unrelated to smut or main characters), that should cover all the bases...

Fridays at the roller rink are always busy but this is the first official skate-night of Summer Time ‘99 and it’s like opening day all over again. The schools let out just a few hours ago, releasing hoards of teenagers with pent-up energy loose on your small town and there is a line out the door waiting to get into Wheelies to jump-start their next few months of freedom.

Thankfully, the owners prepared and bought a whole new stock of skates so when you inevitably have to help out at the rental counter you’ll have enough to go around without having to argue with some sixteen-year-old about not having their size.

For now, you’re on the floor making sure everything is running smoothly, gliding around in circles with your hands in your pockets. It’s not too packed just yet even though you can see the steady stream of kids filtering through the doors after hitting the ticket booth. Mothers are packing up their little ones knowing it’s time to head out before it picks up pace and the exchange in skaters coming on and off the floor keeps things pretty even for a short while. 

As you pass by the DJ booth for the hundredth time this evening, Vernon pauses to make a goofy face at you while he sets up his equipment. He’s probably the one person who enjoys the summer nights the most because he gets to put on light shows and mix tracks to his heart’s content. 

After letting the floor empty a bit more, you come to a stop in front of him for a quick break, crossing your arms and resting them over the top of his carpeted booth. 

“You gonna play something special for me tonight, Nonnie?”

He rolls his eyes but grins all the same. “You ask me that every night.”

Laying your head on your arms, you look up at him with a pout, “And yet, no romantic song dedications to your favorite Wheelies girl,” you pick your head up and bat your eyes at him, “I’m starting to think you want to break up with me.”

“I promise if I want to end our made-up relationship, I’ll tell you like a real man. Besides,” Vernon laughs and tilts his chin up, looking at something behind you, “I think you’ve been seeing other people. Hotter Wheels if you catch my drift.”

“Heh, I think he hates that name,” you turn, catching sight of Mingyu ducking into the locker rooms to change out and stow his bag, most likely coming straight from hockey practice. Vernon is back to messing with things when you turn, humming, “Lets be real. I only like boys who don’t like me, Nonnie, that’s why you’re the one.”

“What if he’s like you and only goes for girls who don’t want him?”

At that you laugh, preparing to depart as the floor begins to steadily fill again. “Well then, he’ll be lonely forever because I am pretty sure everyone wants him.”

“Including you?”

Very stealthily, you flip him the bird.

Vernon just laughs it off and gets back to work as you skate away, toying with the whistle tied around your neck. You can tell he’s about to get started with his new set when the lights dim and the carpeted walls and floors outside of the polished skate floor start to glow. The little whirls and shapes coming to life with a neon purple hue.

You catch the line piling up at the rental booth but thankfully, it looks like they called in a few extra hands tonight to help there and in concessions which means you get to stay on the floor. Rentals isn’t the worst, that would be birthday party hosting, but you also hate concessions so you don’t put up a fuss when you’re asked to help with skates or in the front on the rare occasion one of the sweet old ladies manning the ticket windows is out.

As more people start piling onto the floor you slow your pace and skate backward for a few feet to check out your surroundings and find teenagers everywhere, loud and wildly unaware of their surroundings. They aren’t too awful this early in the night but you’re sure you’ll have to escort someone off the floor before closing time.

You’ll enjoy your leisurely pace for now and it seems Wonwoo is keen to do the same on the opposite side of the crowd. He weaves in and out of skaters bobbing his head to the music. His glasses are sitting lower on his nose than usual and you’re sure he’s broken them again…or his little brother did and he’s waiting for their exact replacement to come in so he can switch them out without his brother noticing and feeling any more guilty. 

He’s only eight but Wonwoo is his very best friend. They come in on Saturdays together, one of Wonwoo’s only days off, and he teaches his brother to skate for an hour or so before he lets him loose in the arcade and they leave with matching ice cream cones in hand. They even have matching shaggy hairstyles. It’s adorable.

In truth, you’re fond of many of your co-workers but Wonwoo is definitely in your top three for that reason alone. You get along really well with any easy-going personality, it's the same with Vernon. They are both just nice, quiet guys and the exact opposite of the giant shadow hanging over your left shoulder. 

Although, you suppose you get along just fine with him as well.

“Quit checking Wonwoo out, you’re breaking my heart.”

Even before he opened his mouth, the distinct cologne he always wore told you Mingyu was finally on the floor, ready to chase you around for the rest of the night like it was his full-time job. He spent more time trying to charm your pants off than doing what he was actually hired to do but he is so damn charming that he somehow gets away with it.

Besides, this is just a part-time gig for him. Might as well enjoy himself while he’s at it.

When you don’t answer right away, he decides to show off his stupidly impressive hockey maneuvers and he swings around in front of you, casually skating backward without bothering to look behind him. He’s big enough that people can’t miss him and they tend to move out of his path pretty quickly. Now that he sees your face, he’s smirking because you don’t even have it in you to hide your smile tonight. “Oh, that’s pretty,” he coos, “My heart’s healing already.”

You grab his arm to pull his hand away from his chest and he spins around to skate at your side, eyes briefly scanning the floor until they’re back on you. 

“I wasn’t checking him out but believe me… you’re going to be absolutely devastated when Vernon finally admits he’s in love with me. Game over, buddy.”

Mingyu looks wholly unconvinced. “Well, he’s had long enough and you’re going to fall in love with me by the end of the week so…” he pinches his lips together like he’s just delivered the real, honest, awkward truth and you’re battling butterflies in your stomach. 

“End of the week, huh? Are we sure?”

He gets distracted by an increase in volume but for only a moment because Wonwoo is already on it and the quick, sharp sound of his whistle means Mingyu’s full attention is on you again. “That’s what I have circled on my calendar,” he shrugs, “Nothing we can do about it now but let it happen.”

Mingyu’s sense of humor and playful nature are the literal nails in your coffin. You can handle hot with no personality…this one is hot with an overabundance of personality.

You look up at him, probably grinning ear to ear, “Bet you have little hearts doodled all over it with a hot pink gel pen, don’t ya, Hot Wheels?”

He grumbles something under his breath and it makes you snicker. Wonwoo started that one and it seemed to spread throughout the building like wildfire. Now, even the ticket ladies call him Hot Wheels though you’re sure they mean it quite literally whereas Wonwoo was actually just busting Mingyu’s balls about a particularly embarrassing tumble he took.

“Purple gel pen, actually,” he turns and pouts as you both bank around the curve again, “Lost my pink one.”

“Could always steal another one from your little sister.”

At that, he scoffs, the corner of his lips pulled up into a half-smile, “She threw a Barbie car at my head the last time I visited,” he doesn’t even sound upset…it’s more proud than anything, “She reminds me of you sometimes.”

When you go to respond, a young boy accidentally skates too close to you and his wheels knock into yours throwing you both off balance. You catch him by the arm, meeting his panic-stricken eyes, and wait to hit the floor but you rock back against a hard chest and thank all your lucky stars Mingyu was there to save you. The older you get, the harder the floor feels. 

“I’m so sorry!” The boy exclaims once you’re all steady again, “I’m not good at this! I promise I wasn’t trying to take you out!”

His genuine concern is sweet and you laugh it off. “It’s totally okay and nobody got hurt,” you tell him and he takes a deep breath, “Wanna go around together a few times?”

The boy’s eyes shine and he nods his head rapidly. Mingyu drops back a few paces and you hold out your arm, elbow tucked into your side. “Okay,” you pat your forearm, “Hold on here…there you go…and we’re going to push off at the same time with the same foot. Hey, Gyu,” you call over your shoulder and he comes back up to your side, waiting for your instructions, “Will you skate a little ahead of us so he can watch you?”

“For sure,” Mingyu grins, picking up speed until he’s far enough away to slow his pace again and remain ahead of you.

The kid is a bit wobbly but he’s trying really hard and it makes you smile. You remember when you first learned to skate and how intimidating the rink was though you were around eight and he looks to be around fourteen. There wasn’t a floor full of bigger, faster kids to compete with though so you think maybe you got off easier.

“You’re doing great,” you encourage him, “Watch him go around the curve to get a better idea of how to steer yourself.”

Mingyu banks it beautifully, as usual. It’s surprising to most people that someone his size could skate so fluidly especially after learning that he only started playing hockey in his early teens. It was just something he had a natural talent for and trading out blades for wheels hadn’t altered his ability to move with grace whatsoever.

You work through the turn together, a little less smoothly, but you make it around and he lets out a short laugh. “He makes it look so easy.”

“Yeah, well he’s had lots and lots of practice and likes to show off.”

Your eyes settle on Mingyu again and as if he can sense you watching, he turns over his shoulder and winks which is not solely witnessed by you because the kid chuckles, following through the next curve with more confidence. “Is he your boyfriend? He’s kinda cool.”

The question catches you off guard and you laugh, covering your mouth with your free hand. “Not my boyfriend but yeah…I guess he’s kinda cool.”

He looks up at you…almost mischievously you’d think, if you knew him better. “I think he wants to be your boyfriend,” he snickers, “He keeps looking at you.”

You huff out a laugh, placing your hand over his before swinging you both into a stop out of the way. “I’m starting to think this is all a ruse and he’s paying you to put in a good word.”

The kid laughs and shakes his head, “No, I’m just nosey and a really lousy skater,” he says, looking up at Mingyu who’s come over and stopped next to you, “Thanks a lot for helping me out,” he looks a little sheepish, hand reaching around to scratch the back of his neck, “There is this girl at school I like and she’s a figure skater. She asked me out on a date at the ice rink when she comes back from vacation with her family in two weeks and I said yes even though I’m probably going to make a fool of myself. Figured I should start practicing now and falling on wheels is less intimidating than falling with knives on my feet.”

You laugh softly and Mingyu grins, shaking his head. “I admire your dedication to getting the girl, kid. Listen, I coach a youth hockey league at the ice rink down the road and have a free hour a few days a week that I use to practice myself. I’d be happy to teach you if you want.”

The boy’s eyes light up. “That would be so cool!”

Mingyu chuckles, “Alright, awesome. Are one of your parents here with you? I can go talk to them and give them my information.”

“Yeah! My grandma is sitting over there,” he points to the corner where you both make out an older woman sitting alone with a book in hand, surrounded by way too many boisterous young people. 

You meet Mingyu’s eyes and both make a face. “Yikes, okay, let’s go save grandma.”

The boy thanks you again and starts to merge back into the flow of skaters as Mingyu smiles at you, pushing off with a ‘Don’t miss me too much’ and a stupid kissy face. 

His grin is wild and gorgeous when you wiggle your fingers and whisper, “Bye, lover boy.”

Vernon is smiling at you when you reach his booth and you hop up onto the small ledge that allows a good look at the floor as a whole while also giving your legs a needed break. He’s playing one is his 80’s to 90’s pop mixes and tweaking the rotating lights that dance over the skaters until they start changing colors, neon polka dots as far as the eye can see. 

There is a steady exchange of kids coming on and off the floor. Most of the early group heading into the arcade or bombarding the concessions counter while the later crowd takes their place. In between all that, you catch sight of Mingyu speaking with the boy and his Grandma. You don’t even realize that you’re unabashedly smiling at the scene, thinking about how kind and attentive he is when he’s listening. The way he leans in and pulls back, grinning and laughing. 

“Still think you’re not into him?” Vernon says over your shoulder, laughing when you startle.

You purse your lips, eyes wandering back over. “I’m simply admiring his social aptitude,” you flick your eyes back up to Vernon and grin, “Why? Is it making you jealous darling?”

He smirks, “Not yet. Gonna have to try harder.”

“Ugh,” you swoon, hand over your heart, “I love it when you play hard to get.”

Vernon nods his head laughing, “Yeahhhh, I know you do.” Then he notices you’ve got your eye on an issue that needs handling and reaches out to pat the top of your head, “Two more hours and they all have to go home to be someone else’s responsibility. I’ll throw in some of your favorite jams.”

Ten o’clock couldn’t come soon enough but you appreciate his offer and toss out a few songs for consideration though he’s pretty familiar with your tastes. You step back down onto the floor and blow Vernon a kiss when you immediate recognzie the song he’s jumped into…just for you.

 “You really are the best. Check on you in a bit, undercover lover.”

He throws up a peace sign and you cut across the floor to ask a couple of kids who were just blowing and popping bubbles to go spit out their gum as it’s clearly stated that it's not allowed on the floor. They don’t love your request and start to argue but Mingyu sneaks up behind you again and dazzles them with a smile. Just like that, the two young girls start giggling and falling all over themselves to do exactly as asked…all because the pretty guy said ‘Please’. 

It’s comical, honestly. 

Mingyu is smirking when he rolls along beside you, bending at the waist to peek up at your face because it’s aimed at the floor as you try to school your features. He’s so irritatingly flirtatious and you’re too quickly playing into his hand tonight. You’re usually better than this, holding out well until you’re pulling out of the parking lot. 

“Oh, yeah,” he intones, “Tonight is definitely the night. You’re giving in. You can’t resist me any longer. It was bound to happen. You’re still smiling! I can see it!”

Laughing, you pull your head up and give him a look that you would have loved to be firm but it’s not in the slightest. How can you be serious when he is so not serious? “Don’t you dare,” you warn with a loose laugh tacked on at the end, “I told you, we’re not going on a date.”

Mingyu shrugs, “So, movies tomorrow night?”

“Don’t you work tomorrow?”

He bats his eyes with a saccharine smile, “I love that you know my schedule by heart,” he ignores your eye roll, “Wonu’s covering my shift since he owed me one and also because he’s a true romantic. He’s rooting for us and we can’t disappoint him.”

“Well, I suppose if it’s what Wonwoo wants…” you look up at him, eyes glittering with excitement, “When are you picking me up?”

For as calm and cool as Mingyu keeps it on the outside, he’s buzzing on the inside because he’s been toying around with the idea of taking you out forever. And he’s asked…more than once…but you’ve kept him on his toes and he’s enjoyed the playing the game but he’s elated that you’re finally saying yes.

He tries to school is face but he’s still beaming as he tries to casually say, “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“Seven?” you snicker, “Isn’t that a little late to get started? You keeping me out all night?”

He just shrugs, grinning. “Maybe.”

Mingyu shows up nearly twenty minutes early and you can see his car outside your condo. He doesn’t make a move to get out and it’s amusing to watch as he nervously drums his fingers on the steering wheel for a few beats before reaching for the door like he’s going to get out, and then shaking his head before resuming the fidgeting. It’s also a relief to know he’s feeling the same jitters you are. 

The thought crossed your mind to pop your head out to wave him inside but he might be giving himself a pep-talk and you’re still contemplating your outfit. 

The movie theater is always so cold. You debated the pros and cons of wearing something short-sleeved because on one hand, if you’re cold it might prompt your date to keep you warm but on the other hand, if he didn’t, you’d be freezing the whole time. 

You could bring a jacket, but that’s an extra thing to carry. 

Digging through your closet, you pull out a fuzzy black long-sleeved sweater. You hold it out, admiring the way it’s cropped a little shorter in the front, and then turn back to the mirror, holding it up to your chest. It would look cute with the Levi’s you’re wearing…decisions, decisions.

A car horn beeps and you peer out of your window seeing Mingyu rigid behind the wheel. You laugh, thinking he probably did not mean to do it and is embarrassed at having accidentally made too much noise. That’s pretty obvious by the way he’s looking around, paranoid and frustrated. It’s actually super cute and you’re lingering by the window now just admiring him from afar without care

Until you see Mingyu cut the engine and get out of the car. Then the panic sets in because you’re still not ready and well…it’s the first time he’s seeing you outside of work and not in uniform. You want him to be wowed and are probably still taking too long to get moving considering how brisk of a stride you know his to be. He’ll be here any second.

You scramble to pull on the sweater in your hands and run into the bathroom to grab your gold hoops, fix your hair, and check your makeup one last time. Your heart is racing but you smile at your reflection. He sees you all the time at work looking not even half as done-up as you are right now and thinks you’re a solid 10, so there isn’t really any doubt he’ll be pleased. Then the doorbell rings. 

A few deep breaths to calm your nerves comes first. When you open the door, Mingyu’s mouth is fixed like he had a line locked and loaded but when he sees you, he chokes on the words. He’s so flustered that he stumbles back a step, laughing at himself. “Oh, you’re not going to take it easy on me, are you?”

That lights you up from the inside out and brings your confidence back around full circle.

“Have I ever made things easy for you?” you snicker, grabbing your purse off the hook by the door, “I think you like a challenge.”

“Nah, I just like you,” he smirks, tongue poking the end of his pointed canine as he watches you close and lock the door, trying his hardest to be respectful, “You look really good. Have I said that yet?”

Stashing your keys in your purse, you turn and grin up at him. “You alluded to it but I wouldn’t mind hearing you say it out loud.”

Always playing and teasing and flirting. It’s almost too much for you both to bear at this point. 

“I’ll tell you as many times as you want,” he says softly but he reaches toward you, slipping his hand just behind your hip to pull you closer with a bold, sharp tug. Startled, you bump right into Mingyu’s chest and look up at him with wide eyes. He doesn’t say anything for a minute and then tilts his head back, sighing into the sky above. He’s mostly amused when he looks back at you.

“You look incredible…and we should get in the car before I ruin the illusion of me being a gentleman.”

“That image has been splintering for a while but I don’t think I’ll mind if a manner or two slips,” you tease as you pull apart, taking the time to look him up and down…

Light-washed jeans, crisp white t-shirt, open flannel hanging off his broad shoulders…”You look really good too,” you murmur in appreciation.

He’s about to sweating straight through his shirt if you keep looking at him like that.

“...yep…time to go,” he mumbles, pinching is lips together as he grabs your hand. He pulls you toward the parking lot which isn’t far, and opens the door for you to slip into his passenger seat. He doesn’t let go until you’re settled and takes it a touch further when he reaches in and grabs the seatbelt before you. His hand purposely grazes against the exposed skin between your pants and top as he buckles you in and you let out the breath you were holding the second he closes your door.

It’s getting more difficult to play hard-to-get by the millisecond but you’re willing to give in first if your reward is Mingyu breaking down bit by bit right in front of you. 

You bite your lip to keep from giggling when he quickly rounds the car and settles into his seat next to you. He’s still shaking his head, quietly laughing at himself for getting so easily worked up. He turns over the engine, shifting into drive, and peers over at you with an air of disbelief. 

“I’m starting to think we’re gonna have to sit in separate rows at this rate.”

Thankfully, the tension melts into easy banter and conversation on the ride to the theater. Mingyu entertains you with stories about his family and asks after yours, specifically your beloved niece whom he loves hearing about. He lets you toy around with his radio and blare some Spice Girls song that neither of you sings along to with the correct pitch…or words. It’s a blast either way.

Bold flirtation aside, Mingyu has always been a gentleman where it counts.

When you arrive at the movie theater, he opens all the doors, holds your hand every chance he gets, pays for your tickets and snacks despite your protesting, and lets you choose where to sit. The theater isn’t very full, though the movie you both decided on has been out for a while so it’s not all that surprising to see so many open seats. There are a few people scattered here and there and you don’t particularly love sitting next to others if you can avoid it. 

That leaves the very front or the very back. 

You glance over your shoulder at Mingyu, patiently waiting for you to decide, “You really don’t care?” 

He shakes his head again with a soft smile and you sigh looking back at the open seats, “I don’t like being super close…are you okay with sitting up top?”

Mingyu’s eyes scan the very empty top rows and widen like he hadn’t actually realized how secluded they were until just now. “Totally cool,” he manages after a moment, “Lead the way.”

“Oh boy,” you whisper to yourself, turning to make your way up the stairs. You have to focus ahead and calculate the distance of each step so you don’t screw up and trip because that would be awfully embarassing. It’s dark, cold, and quiet, and there is a huge gap between the section you’re headed toward and the next closest couple sitting in the middle. 

The very last row was almost too intimidating as if it somehow was the designated spot reserved for horny, depraved teenagers, and you were mid-twenty adults…so you stopped once you hit the second to last row and cut in a few seats before deciding that sitting in the middle was also weird so you dropped into the fourth seat from the aisle and forced yourself to stay put. 

PIcking a seat and sticking with it has never been so daunting before.

Mingyu doesn’t say anything at all about your choice, much to your relief. If he cracked a joke about it, you think you might just burst at the seams. He just sits down in the seat next to you folding his very large frame into the too-tight space between the armrests. You’re both quiet as the lights dim and the previews start rolling but you can still feel him wiggling and adjusting himself next to you.

Your eyes meet when he accidentally bumps your arm and you smile at the fact that he is genuinely embarrassed, for no reason at all other than unintentionally taking up extra space. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers, “I don’t remember the seats feeling this cramped.”

“It’s really okay,” you turn, tucking his elbow safely into his side as you lift the armrest between you to give him more room, “We can share.”

“Are you sure?” his eyes seek yours again in the darkness, “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

You quietly snicker at his worry when he was the one being so brazen with your proximity earlier. At the same time, you can appreciate his consideration and reassure him with a gentle smile. “I really don’t mind…the extra body heat is appreciated.”

You can feel the moment Mingyu lets the tension flow out of his body. His shoulders relax until your arms touch lightly, his legs spread a little further apart as he sinks into his seat, firm thigh now pressed to the outside of your own. He’s warm and his cologne, as usual, is so rich and alluring that you know you’re going to be fighting the urge to mold yourself to his side for the next hour and a half. 

Surprisingly, the movie isn’t half bad even though it was one you chose because every other film out was either super sad or overtly romantic and neither genre felt like a good fit for a first date. ‘Black Mask’ had a decent balance of action scenes and suspense that pretty easily kept your eyes on the screen, at least for a little while, sharing sour gummy worms and a soda between the two of you. 

Your attention began to wane after the third time you bumped hands with Mingyu and it was lost entirely when he decided to simply hold your hand instead. Movie plot gone in an instant.

Instead of the screen, your eyes fall to your joined hands resting in his lap. They climb up to his chest, slowly rising and falling with each measured breath. Carefully, you let them slide higher, admiring the shadows projected over his throat and jaw. Higher to admire his handsome face. Higher again, just to get a little more of him, and when you get there, you find him staring back.

Neither of you shy away this time. Mingyu nervously licks his lips and his eyes flit down to yours, only for a second, just to reassure himself that you’re both on the same wavelength even though the chemistry between you has always been pretty clear. He still hesitates before he leans closer but you’re done waiting and choose to kiss him first. 

It’s soft, brief, and when you part, you can see the smile on his handsome face and it brings the butterflies in your stomach back to life all over again. He cups your cheek and pulls you back into another kiss, and then another, and another. A million times you’d thought about kissing Mingyu and this was still far better than any you’d imagined thus far.  

Actually kissing him highlights the small details you were missing. The bits of it that are unique and a part of him only. It’s the way his thumb strokes against your cheek, how he tilts his face and changes his angle so fluidly that you follow him like it’s completely natural, the tender way he’s slow to let go of your bottom lip and how he kisses it afterward. 

It’s certainly not your first kiss or even the first time you’ve made out with someone at the movies, but this feels entirely new. Mingyu is not some hopped up, horny kid. He takes his time with you, he’s gentle, patient. It’s not sloppy or rushed. He isn’t trying to clumsily cop a feel the whole time, though, you think you’d probably let him and that he wouldn’t fumble around at all. It feels like he knows exactly what he’s doing, even if he doesn’t.

You hope that you feel natural to him too.

He pulls back with a slow hum of appreciation and that’s good enough for you.. When your eyes meet, you’re both smiling, and Mingyu takes that as his good sign. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and tucks you into his side until he feels your body relax against his and you finish the movie just like that. 

Well, you’re both looking at the screen but you’re more focused on the way he continues to kiss your hair every few minutes and he’s locked on to the feeling of your nails gently drawing a line up and down his thigh. 

Eventually, the lights come on and you’re a little slow to untangle as the rest of the theater clears out. It’s entirely empty by the time either of you hit the stairs. 

“Soooo,” Mingyu hums, trailing behind you half a step, “Thoughts…opinions…? On the movie, of course.”

You laugh without turning around and nod your head, “Right…the movie, yeah. Just as the trailer promised,” you focus on your feet moving a step at a time and not tripping, “Perfectly executed action sequences.”

He grins to himself, tucking his chin into his chest. “I’m glad it lived up to all the hype,” he balances his weight on one foot before taking the next step, “Nothing worse than all that anticipation ending in disappointment.”

You peer over your shoulder at him, smiling coyly, “Oh, no disappointment here. I’m sure i’ll be thinking about it for quite some time.”

He huffs out a laugh, “Are we talking about the movie or the kiss?”

“What kiss?” you smirk, quickly turning around to hurry down the rest of the steps but he’s right behind you the whole way.

Just as you whip around the corner and into the dim hallway that leads to the exit, Mingyu catches you around the waist and pins you up against the wall. You can feel his heart thudding under your palms, the thrill of excitement hardly contained in his chest as his lips crash into yours. 

Disappointment is so very far from your realm of feeling at the moment. Any expectation you had, which admittedly was already pretty high, was shattered and elevated yet another level each time his tongue danced across the seam of your lips or when his hands made another pass over your body.

From the beginning, you theorized that Mingyu was more than just a smooth talker. You had him pegged as a man with follow-through and you’re simply rolling in it, knowing you were right, and now you’re experiencing it for yourself which makes things that much more gratifying. 

Mingyu was a certified lover boy. Called and confirmed it.

The very best part, you think to yourself as you feel him grin against your lips, is that he’s yours…or at least, he wants to be. You don’t have to let him know he’s already won.

He’s still smiling when you slide your hands over his arms, pointedly squeezing the ample muscle there, and he finishes you off with a few final, fluttering kisses. 

When your eyes meet, there is a buzz of nervous laughter and Mingyu again asks, “So, the movie or the kiss?”

Your gaze drifts back down to his mouth and your stomach twists torturously when his knowing smirk reveals a prettily pointed canine. The same that’s bitten into your bottom lip a few times already this evening. You look back up and narrow your eyes playfully, “I don’t recall any kissi-”

He leans back down, slotting his lips against yours and the second he so much as breathes the door at the end of the hall clicks open and you hear two voices, likely the staff coming to clean the theater, and here you two delinquints are still splattered against the wall playing tonsil hockey. 

Mingyu freezes and your eyes are wide as saucers. “Go, go around the other way!”

You have to slip out from under his frame and drag him a few feet before his mind catches up and you’re both scrambling back across the theater to the exit on the opposite side. As quietly as you can, you peek out of the small window to make sure the coast is clear and pop the door open for you both to come tumbling out. 

The wide corridor outside the theater is mercifully empty but the adrenaline in your bodies’ leaves you jogging toward the side exit, laughter bubbling up and out into the open space around you. It’s all so silly and exhilarating, and when Mingyu grabs your hand, pulling you through the doors out into that warm summer air, you’re sure you can’t remember the last time you’ve felt so…alive. 

Or maybe there is just something about the moon and stars, and the way their enchanting glow seems to make everything in their wake just a little more beautiful. He’s one of those things - bright, beautiful, feathered and soft around the edges. 

You’ve stopped to catch your breath but it remains trapped in your chest the longer you look at him. It’s suddenly a little heavy, this crush of yours, weighed down by impression of his hands on your hips, your face, the small of your back. Flirting and teasing was easy. Agreeing to finally go out with him was easy. Realizing the potential for more was real and standing in front of you was a shock to your system because you’re uncovering very quickly how much you want that with him.

“We should definitely go to dairy queen.”

It takes a minute to process his words and then with a little shake, you lift your head to find Mingyu smiling back down at you. “Feels like the movie might have left you with a lot to think about and nothing helps me sort through my head quite like ice cream.”

You cock your head to the side, the tension in your chest evaporating just like that.

“Have you always this charming?”

“When I put in the extra effort, which is only for you, sure,” he chuckles, using your joined hands to pull you a little closer as you walk alongside eachother through the parking lot, “I’m not everyone’s cup of tea though.”

“I don’t believe that for a second,” you scoff, bumping into his arm with your shoulder, “Everyone loves you. I’ve seen it with my own two eyes.”

His tongue pokes into his cheek, rolling his eyes skyward, “You missed the guy I had to escort out of the rink a couple weeks ago who took a few swings at me in the parking lot. Pretty sure he was not enthralled by my dazzling smile and strapping good looks.”

“One person…that’s all you got?”

Reaching his car, Mingyu opens the passenger door for you and waits until you’re seated and looking up at him expectantly. He licks his lips and smirks, “Buckle up, you’re in for a ride.”

After grabbing ice cream, you decided making your date drive over to the shore was favorable to sitting on the sticky red tables outside the DQ, so instead, you’re sitting side by side on a small gym towel he miraculously had in his trunk, eating your deserts and swapping stories to the tune of the gentle waves crashing ashore. 

So far, you’ve learned that the sole reason Mingyu got into hockey in the first place was because he was in constant trouble as a kid…in school, at home, or literally anywhere else he happened to be. His poor mother tried to put him in every sport and hobby she could think of to keep him busy and out of trouble but baseball wasn’t a fit, basketball ended in another fist fight and suspension, football benched a few and landed one kid in the hospital, and any form of martial arts was out of the question. 

Finally, she found an ad in the newspaper for boy’s hockey team tryouts and the rest was history. You can clearly hear the admiration in his voice when he spoke about his original coach and his teammates. How it was touch and go from the start but no matter how much hot water he found himself in, they wouldn’t quit on him. When he realized that, he started pouring all of his pent up energy into the game and it changed him in all the best ways. It’s the whole reason he coaches today…to be someone who can make a positive change in a kid’s life the way his coach did for him.

Honestly, it’s hard to imagine Mingyu as anything other than the kind, gentle, playful guy you know him to be but everyone grows and changes. He still has a wild sort of glint in his eyes at times that lead you to believe every word he’s said about his younger years. 

The sea breeze is crisp and almost a little chilly despite the warm air it mixes with so you push a little closer into Mingyu’s side and he wraps an arm around your shoulders. “Cold?”

“A bit,” you roll your head toward him, resting it against the crook of his shoulder, “Kinda just wanted to be close to you again…despite your delinquent past, I think I like you a little.”

“A little?” he smirks, eyes darting to your mouth briefly, “I think you like me a lot.”

Scrunching your nose, you make a face at him and he tosses his head back and laughs. 

“If you don’t admit it soon I’m going to have to make a huge, probably embarrassing,  for you, romantic gesture,” he counters, looking very half-serious, “A big old fashioned declaration of love…in public…loudly.”

“You’re still a little shit, aren’t you?”

“Don’t pretend you aren’t loving the reformed bad boy thing.” He’s spot on because Mingyu is the exact kind of guy you would have had a crush on back then too. 

You let out a long sigh and pick your head up, leaning to the side to bury your now-empty cup in the sand so it doesn’t blow away just like Mingyu had on his side. In the process, Mingyu slips his arm a little lower on your back, his hand curled around your hip to keep you balanced. You love every single point of contact so you fall right back into his side when you sit up again.

“To be fair, I think you’re only partly reformed,” more smirking, “Mhm, that’s exactly what I mean,” you hum in amusement, “Listen, I’ll give in…just a little…and admit that there are a lot of things I love about you..”

“I’m listening,” he purrs, ready for the boost in confidence you’re surely about to give him. Anything that could even vaguely resemble a compliment would send him over the moon coming from you. 

“I love the way…you genuinely enjoy helping people,” you start quietly, soothing the subtle nerves beginning to tingle in your fingertips, “I love that you put so much time and effort into coaching your kids and how much you love talking about them…how you’ll roll your eyes and shake your head telling me stories about them and yet you always finish with a smile because ‘they’re a handful but they’re good kids’”

Mingyu snorts softly and you knowingly ask, “There’s lots of little Mingyu’s on your team, aren’t there?”

He nods slowly, pushing the tip of his tongue against his teeth. “Ohhh yeahhh,” he breathes out with a light chuckle, “I understand now why my coach made me run drills until I dropped. I’ve got a couple that have already outshined my reputation at their age and some days it’s a battle of wills but they’ve come along way,” he ducks his head, grinning, “Hoping they’re the extent of my karma and it doesn’t come back to bite me in the ass when I have kids one day.”

He makes a face right after he says it and looks down at you almost apologetically, “Was that weird to say on a first date? I feel like that’s something you’re supposed to avoid but you’re easy to talk to and words just fall out of my mouth sometimes.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” you laugh, quirking an eyebrow at him, “I know it’s a first date but we’re not strangers, besides, I’ve always just assumed you were a family kind of guy. You talk about yours all the time, super close with your little sister, and from all i’ve witnessed, you’re just kinda great with kids in general,” you shrug, easing his worry, “I promise, it’s not a shock to me that you’d want your own and I’ll save you the torture of wondering whether to ask or not…yes, I’d like to have kids someday. Someday farrrrr away in the future.”

“Oh, good,” he chuckles, “Me too...lightyears away.”

It’s not on either of your radars currently but it’s nice to know that you have common goals for the future. It leaves a brief pause in the conversation, though not an uncomfortable one. Just a quiet moment to soak things in. 

First date, first kiss(es), and it’s all going…perfectly. 

It’s one thing to flirt and banter with a cute co-worker but taking the leap and going on a date together is a whole different game. There are very real feelings on both sides of the court and the potential for something real and permanent is so palpable you can feel it pushing you closer to one another. Leap again. Put yourself out there and trust the other will catch you.

Mingyu breaks the silence first and you feel his fingers twitch against your back. 

“I really like you,” he says steadily, like that was the easy part, “I think you’re beautiful inside and out, stop laughing i’m being serious,” he grins and you try to reel it in for his sake, “My first day on the job I was blatantly called out and laughed at by Wonwoo after he caught me spacing out and staring at you for the third time…I don’t think I even made it an hour into my shift before I was hooked.”

“Oh, I thought you were being serious?” you grin.

“Shhhh,” he counters, “I’m not done.”

“Where was I? Oh yeah…you’re a good friend and a good person, and I like having you in my life,” he says softly, picking up your hand and pulling it into his lap, “I want to bring you home to meet my family so my mom can drag out the photo albums the way she’s always joked about doing while my sister spends the whole time telling you embarrassing things about me. They would like like you a lot. The boys on my team already like you.”

“Oh?”

He laughs, “Oh yeah, they’re always in my business and I made the mistake of bringing you up at a practice once so you’re a regular topic of discussion. I should have known I was doomed from then on and they’re brutal sometimes. One kid called me a loser because he’s fourteen and has a girlfriend and I don’t.”

“Is that how you’re asking me out? Trying to get the sympathy vote because you’re getting picked on by a bunch of kids?” you smirk.

“Maybe…is it working?” he asks, gaze dipping to your mouth for the millionth time tonight.

“I don’t know yet,” you inch a little closer, “Maybe you should try softening me up a little more before you ask again.”

He pauses, hovering just a breadth away from your face and his open mouth pulls into a sly grin, “By any means necessary?”

“Do what you have to do I suppos-”

“Niiccceee hickey.”

You slap a hand over the mark you swore you’d covered well enough with concealor, apparently not, and whip your head in Vernon’s direction. “Can you not announce it loud enough for everyone to hear?”

Vernon glances side to side. “There is literally no one except us in here and that thing announced itself.”

“What thing?” 

Wonwoo comes in and drops his bag on the wooden bench, pulling out his uniform top to shrug over his shoulders. His glasses sit askew on his face and you really hope he’s got good insurance because they’re always in awful shape. 

You turn and press your forehead against the cool metal of your locker door and Vernon chuckles, stowing his things noisely. “The physical evidence to prove that her date went abundantly well.”

Wonwoo smirks, walking closer to pry your hand away from your neck. He whistles. “Damn, Mingyu’s a biter…not surprised. Good luck hiding that thing - it’s going to be with you for a while.”

“Ok. Hickey expert. Thanks for your input,” you grumble.

He shrugs. “We all have interests and hobbies, and you’re welcome.”

You roll your eyes and turn around, leaning back against your locker with a pout. “I’m kinda nervous that we’re working together tonight for the first time since we went out. Do you think it will be weird?” 

Vernon makes a goofy face. “Why would it be weird? I thought you said everything went well and you’re like, dating now? Did something happen?”

“No, everything was great,” you slump down a little further, “Like…too great. I’m trying not to jinx things or be weird. Are we too old to call each other boyfriend and girlfriend? Is that a thing for adults? Or did we grow out of that after high school?”

Wonwoo rolls his eyes, fixing the notch on his belt, “No, we’re not too old for that. He’s your boyfriend. You’re his girlfriend. Simple.”

“Is it?” you reply with a unintentional snap that doesn’t phase either of them.

Vernon sits on the bench in front of you and stretches his back out, groaning like an old man. “Yes, simple. You like him and he likes you, and you have fun together. I fail to see the problem.”

“Yeah, that’s like, the opposite of a problem,” Wonwoo agrees, “Besides…being left alone in the rink after hours sounds mighty convenient if you ask me.”

Snapping your jaw shut, your eyes widen, “What exactly are you suggesting?”

Wonwoo smirks, “I’m not suggesting anything but an opportunist would use their imagination.”

Both you and Vernon peg Wonwoo with a suspicious stare.

“With all due respect,” you say slowly, your eyebrow steadily raising with each word, “I didn’t think you rolled like that.”

“Neither did I,” Vernon adds, equally intrigued.

“You’re kind of a freak, aren’t you?”

“Who’s a freak?”

All three of you startle and whirl around to see Mingyu coming through the door. His hair is wet, likely freshly showered after hockey practice, and he’s looking at each of you with a clueless grin. 

“Nothing and no one!” you reply with a grin, already floating toward the hunk in the doorway, “Hi.”

“Hi,” he grins down at you, “I see you and I got stuck closing tonight.” 

You swallow down the knot in your throat and hold up a middle finger behind your back directed at Vernon and Wonwoo’s snickering. 

“Yep,” you bounce on your toes, “Just you and I…closing everything down…together…tonight.”

Mingyu’s lips pinch together to hold in a laugh. You were always so bold and confident when it came to teasing him and now, he can tell you’re having to make a great effort to hold it all together. “I’m sure we’ll find a way to make it fun,” he chooses, satisfied when your eyes widen just a touch, “I think Jim’s looking for you by the way. If you’re done getting-” 

“Yes,” you squeeze his arms and then move past him at lightening speed, rushing out the door. 

Mingyu just stands there and laughs quietly before looking up to see the grin on Vernon and Wonwoo’s faces. “Alright, how much did she tell you?”

“Didn’t have to tell us much at all.”

Wonwoo shakes his head. “The bite marks you left told us everything we needed to know.”

Mingyu’s eyes drop to the floor as he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck. He’s glad the ones you left on him are covered by his collar because he just barely got away with blaming it on equipment mishandling when one of the older boys in his youth league pointed one out with a mischievous laugh.

Vernon claps a hand over his shoulder on his way out the door causing Mingyu to look back up again. “Happy for you, dude. She’s a good one.”

Mingyu smiles softly, “Thanks, man.”

When he leaves, Mingyu pushes further into the room and starts getting himself situated, glancing over at Wonwoo every now and then like he’s waiting for him to say something.

“I can feel you staring,” Wonwoo mumbles, eyes now glued to his Game Boy Pocket as he tries to save his progress from earlier.

Mingyu shrugs his shoulders up to his ears, pushing his bag into his locker. 

Wonwoo puts his game down and looks up. “Whaddaya want, Hot Wheels?”

He pauses, making a face at the nickname, and then carefully asks, “On a scale of one to ten, how bad of an idea is it for me to-”

“Make a move tonight?”

Mingyu’s mouth pops open. “Oh,” he blinks, “You read minds too?”

Wonwoo sighs and leans back a touch, both hands gripping the edge of the bench beneath him. “To be fair, that’s exactly what I’d be thinking about if I were in your position. Empty building…gorgeous girlfriend…”

Mingyu scoffs, “Alright, easy…”

He gets a smirk in return and Wonwoo stands, stretching his long limbs. “I’m not wrong and also not interested in your girl so relax,” he leans down and tugs on the laces of his skates and then straightens out, “You both think too much. Just be normal. Do the same lovey dovey, flirty shit you always do and see how the night goes.”

“You’re kind of good at this,” Mingyu compliments, his lips pulling into a half-smirk, “What do you get up to when you’re off the clock and not playing big brother of the year?”

Nearing the door, Wonwoo just turns over his shoulder and tosses Mingyu a wink.

He’s handed out enough advice for one night.

You were still jittery when Mingyu joined you out on the floor but falling into the same routine was pretty simple, just like Vernon and Wonwoo said, and it took loads of anxious tension off your shoulders. If anything, Mingyu was more playful with his teasing and a little more bold with his physical affection when others weren’t paying attention. 

It was like a game of how flustered he could make you without getting in trouble for fooling around on the job. The floor was crowded which simply meant he got to stay a little closer to you without looking suspicious which allowed him to find out how fun it was to pull you around by the belt loops of your pants. 

He loved the little noise of surprise you let out every time he snuck up behind you, hooking his finger through the loop to tug you back against his chest where he pretended to tell you something important. Like he was just trying to talk to you over the sound of the music when he had nothing but more teasing to whisper in your ear. 

The hours flew by unnoticed and before long, you were bidding your last goodbyes to the rest of the staff having finished their own cleaning and closing duties. 

Mingyu went into the office to toy with the audio system after you asked to throw something on just so it wasn’t silent in the big dark building while you followed Vernon and Wonwoo to the doors to lock up after them. 

Vernon shifts his bag on his shoulder and cuts a sideways glance in your direction. “You gonna be okay?”

You shrug, touched and confused he’d asked. “Yeah, I’ve closed up a million times. All good.”

Wonwoo pats the top of your head like a puppy. They both have a habit of that.

“He meant, are you gonna be okay here alone with Mingyu? Are you comfortable with us leaving - not that I think he’d ever do something to hurt or upset you…I’d kill him and he knows it…but you give us the word and we’ll stay.”

“Oh,” you blink and wave your hands dismissively, “No, we’re good! I was just worried about being a loser earlier but we’re totally fine!”

“We thought so,” Vernon grins, pushing the glass door open, “Just checking.”

It’s sweet and embarrassing that they’d thought to ask and you tell them as much as you gently push Vernon through the doorway. “Thought for a minute you were finally ready to confess,” you joke, fake pout on your lips and all, “I’ll drop him like a hot potato if you ask, Nonnie.”

Wonwoo follows him out and laughs, “You’re full of shit but I’m sure he appreciates the sentiment. By the way, if you find yourself in need…Jihoon keeps condoms in his locker.”

You slap a hand over your mouth, covering your shocked laughter. “First of all, mind your business and second, what the hell?!”

Vernon shrugs, “Man likes to be prepared I guess!”

….Line cooks are one of a kind. Truly.

You’re shaking your head as they wave goodbye and walk off toward Wonwoo’s car as it must have been his turn to carpool. Pulling the doors shut, you carefully lock each one and double check them before turning on your heel and then the music cuts on over the speakers. It’s not crazy loud but enough to keep the odd sounds that accompany a big old building from rattling in your ears. 

Mingyu pops his head out of the office when you round the corner and you cock your head in question, “Beastie Boys?”

“Couldn’t get the discs to work so radio it is,” he shrugs, “I can find something else if you want.”

You shake your head, brushing past his shoulder into the small office to sit down and reconcile the financials for the night. “I’m not picky. Did you already grab the bags from the registers?”

He nods, “Yep, everything’s there and Jim left the keys for the safe in the desk,” Mingyu squeezes your shoulders when you sit down and you smile up at him. “I’m going to knock out the kitchen and rental walk-throughs while you count if that’s okay? After that we will just have shut down the arcade and I can take out the left over trash bags.”

“That would be amazing,” you tell him, head still cushioned against the office chair as you smile lazily up at him, “I just love a man that knows how to take charge and get the job done.”

He immediately chokes out a laugh and turns on his heel muttering something about how ‘he’s not going to get anything done if you keep that up’ as he walks away.

It takes another full minute to bring the task at hand back into focus and you have to consciously fight off the intrusive inappropriate thoughts clouding your brain when it’s supposed to be crunching numbers. You even have to recount a few bags because the image of Mingyu sitting you on the desk you’re working at to do dirty things with you keeps popping into your head and it’s getting harder and harder to focus. After probably twice the amount of time it usually takes you to do the financials, you’re finally done and locking the safe when Mingyu returns. 

“Oh, hey,” you perk up when you notice him in the doorway, “Ready to go do the arcade?”

“Already done,” he snickers, “I came back after walk-throughs and caught you cursing and restarting your counts so I just went ahead and finished up the list.”

“Oh!” you shift on your feet, “...guess we’re all done then.”

Mingyu crosses his arms, leaning against the door frame looking extra swoon-worthy. Not a single poster of your favorite 80s and 90s heartthrobs plastered to the walls of your old bedroom held a candle to the picture in front of you and he knows it. 

“You sound disappointed. I’m sure we could find other things to do if you wanna stay a little longer,” his eyes shift over to the audio system, still playing a mix of alternative and pop hits, and fixes his eyes back on you, “Ever considered making out with someone in an empty skating rink with No Doubt playing over the speakers?”

“Can’t say I have. What about you?”

Mingyu grins, shifting his weight to tower over you, “Thought just now crossed my mind.”

He slides one hand beneath your jaw and the other over your hip, slotting his lips against yours as he walks you back until you bump into the desk behind you. After teasing you with your belt loops all night, you decide to return the favor, licking at the seam of his lips as you hook your fingers in his front loops and pull him closer. He laughs against your lips and pulls back to meet your eyes. “That’s my move.”

“I liked it, so I think I’ll steal it,” you smirk, tugging at the loops still.

“We should probably get our things and head out before I do something stupid and incredibly irresponsible,” he chuckles though there is a very real edge to his tone like he’s trying hard to behave himself right now.

“What kind of stupid and irresponsible things?” you test him, releasing his belt loops to hook your index finger into the waist band of his pants instead, “I might be interested.”

The hand on your hip squeezes and he bites out a laugh. “Who’s the delinquent now?”

“Still you, but I recounted those bags because I kept getting interrupted by steamy office fantasies popping into my head so if you’d rather take me home before we make questionable decisions, we should probably leave now.”

He groans, torn between having to wait or giving in and having you right here, right now. The cons would be that it’s A.) your work place, B.) it’s not the cleanest place to hook up, and C.) he has to wait when his body is begging him otherwise.

As luck has it, you decide for him.

“Can we go to your place? My roommate is home tonight and she’s got hard rules against hooking up when the other is home. She doesn’t even really like when I have friends over but her name is on the lease so I don’t argue much.”

Mingyu shuts off his internal debate processing, grateful to have you choose for the both of you. “My roommates work the late shift at the bar on 89th so they will probably come home at some point but they don’t care about guests…or girlfriends. We respect that rule in regards to privacy.”

“Ugh,” you rolls your eyes, relaxing in his hold, “That must be so nice. Got an extra room at your place?”

“Got plenty of space for you in mine,” he smirks, “Alright let me grab our bags from the locker room and we’ll get out of here. Did you drive?”

You shake your head, moving to turn off the audio system, “No, I took the bus today.”

“Sweet, we’ll take my car home and won’t have to worry about leaving yours.”

It’s funny how you’re both being so casual at the moment as if you weren’t pinned up against the desk, debating whether you should desecrate the business office, and now you’re both going about your normal routines as if you didn’t just agree that you’re leaving to go directly to his place to hook up for the first time. 

It catches up with you when Mingyu pulls up to the front of his shared beach house and cuts the engine. You look at the light blue house and catch the subtle sounds of the ocean not far off. “I had no idea you lived on the island,” you share as you get out of the car and walk together toward the door. 

Mingyu hands you the key and takes your bag so you can open the door. “Yeah, we’ve been here about a year now. Used to share a condo a little further in but we spend a lot of time at the beaches here so when this place opened up we snagged it as quick as we could.”

Pushing inside, it’s exactly what you imagine a triad of bachelors to live in. Everything is clean but the couch is a futon, there are two cd towers filled with music you’d love to check out, a few bean bag chairs, a stereo system big enough to take up half a wall, and theres a couple of empty corona bottles spread on the low table in the living room next to a few gaming controllers. 

Mingyu groans when he sees them and glances over apologetically. “I definitely asked them to clean those up when I left this morning. You’d think a couple of bartenders would know how to recycle empty beer bottles. I swear we have manners.”

You laugh and follow him to what you assume is his bedroom down the hall. He opens the door and drops both bags next to his dresser before flicking on a lamp. “Wasn’t expecting to bring you back here so I am glad my cleaning habits are something of use,” he pulls open a drawer and grabs a random t-shirt before handing it to you, “Here, you can wear this if you want and I’ll show you where the bathroom is…I just uhhh..I thought maybe you’d be more comfortable changing out of your uniform.”

You raise a brow at him, “What? My Dickies and pinstrip ref polo aren’t sexy enough for you?”

He smirks back, “Anything you wear is sexy enough for me but the sex and dating column in Cosmopolitan’s spring magazine says a woman’s comfort comes before all else and is the key to a healthy, thriving relationship.”

“You read Cosmo?” 

He shrugs, “Had to pick my mom and sister up at the hair salon and got there on time which was apparently thirty minutes early. There was nothing else to do.”

“Learn anything else?” you ask just before he leaves you at the bathroom door.

Mingyu tugs the frosty bleached tips of his hair. “Learned six new ways to accesorize with butterfly clips and that my horoscope for last month was only half correct,” he grins, “Let me know if you need anything, babe, i’m gonna use the other bathroom to clean up.”

You mumble back an OK and shut the door, bumping into the counter. “Babe?” you repeat quietly, looking at yourself in the mirror. 

The reality of you having a super-hot-hockey-player boyfriend who is also insanely sweet and volunteers his free time to coach a youth league, and is an amazing kisser, and the kind of guy that calls you babe, crashes into you completely and you’re scrambling to clean yourself up, change, steal some mouthwash, and give yourself a full pep talk before you emerge god knows how long later. 

Following the same path back to Mingyu’s room, you pause at the door and take a deep breath before re-entering his space. 

He’s laying in his bed tossing a small blue ball up and down with one hand while he waits. You’re pleased to see that he decided not to put a shirt on, lounging only in a pair of basketball shorts, because you also decided to ditch half your clothing. The opposite half.

The ball lands in his palm with an audible smack and he looks up when you step into his room, closing the door behind you. 

“Wait right there,” he throws out a hand as you take a step closer and you hesitate, “I just want to burn this image into my memory for all of eternity.” 

Rolling your eyes with a soft laugh, you walk the rest of the way over to Mingyu who reaches for your hand and pulls you up onto his bed to straddle his lap comfortably. His hands move up and down your thighs and he’s smiling at you all the while. “You’re so beautiful,” he sighs and then shakes his head when you try to brush him off. “Genuinely. I’m not just saying that to get in your pants. You’re not even wearing pants to get into.”

He’s amusing and captivating when he’s like this, hands exploring every inch of exposed skin, chest pressed against yours, his face turned up as he looks at you with that white-hot gaze. It further drives your need to touch and feel him so you wrap your arms around his shoulders loosely, letting your fingers dance over the muscle in his back. 

Mingyu’s eyes flutter closed, only for a moment as your nails trail over his spine, and you smile to yourself, overjoyed with the feeling of his body beneath yours.  

“This feels a little surreal,” you speak quietly and he hums in response, setting his eyes back on your face, “I mean…”

“Ahhhhhh,” he grins, lacing his fingers together where his hands rest on your lower back, kept warm under your shirt, “Because you’ve been dreaming about me every night since we met?”

“Something like that,” you sigh and Mingyu shuts up, not expecting you to give in so easily. You pinch the hair at the nape of his neck tugging it nervously, “You should probably kiss me before I say something even more embarrassing.”

Mingyu chuckles and his eyes dip to your mouth. He captures your lips easily, moving his hands against the planes of your back as he kisses you until your mind clouds over. 

His hair is soft between your fingers, the silly frosted ends tickling your skin when you give a little experimental tug. Wonwoo teased him endlessly for falling for the fad but you had to admit you liked it on him. 

You’d probably like anything on him though. Besides, it wasn’t long before Wonwoo broke down and tried it too albeit a bit more subtle and less Backstreet Boys. 

Mingyu braces his forearm behind your hips and tugs. His skin is hot and he keeps you still against him, not like you plan on shifting away, but the need to be touched, held…anchored to him is met without needing to ask. It feeds into your confidence allowing you to move more freely, rolling your hips, arching your back until your chest is pushing into his and he just can’t stand the fabric in the middle. 

The shirt he’d given you doesn’t even fully hit the ground before his arms are wrapped around your body again and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, lips trailing over your throat, shoulders, collar bones. Whatever he can reach without letting go. 

A sharp gasp hits the air when his tongue dips to the base of your throat and he closes his lips over that same spot with a kiss. Thighs trembling, you hope he doesn’t comment on the pathetic way your cunt squeezes around nothing. He says nothing though. Instead, he groans deep in his chest and his hands tighten possesively. 

Then he does it again, and again. He encourages your real, raw reactions, full intending to pull them from you until you let go of whatever mental block is keeping you from letting him know exactly how much you love the way he makes you feel. 

Pretty soon he succeeds and you’re no longer trying to hold yourself together, holding your breath, or trying to be quiet. 

Mingyu drags his teeth along your collarbones and grins at the soft hum you let out, so at odds with the way your body jumps at the sharp sensation. 

“You like that, huh?”

It take an extra few seconds to process his words, brain near mush from his attention.

“So you do like it,” Mingyu laughs, pecking a small kiss to your shoulder, “What else do you like?”

You’ve only just now formed a response to his first question and now he’s asking another and he’s smirking. It’s almost like he’s doing it on purpose…

Your mouth pops open to say something, what that might have been, you’ll never know because at the same time, Mingyu leans back a little and drags your hips over his, grinding his erection against your sensitive cunt. “You like that?”

At this point, you give up on words and just nod your head fervently. Yes, I fucking like that.

His hands ghost up your sides until his thumbs are brushing against your breasts. He pauses, testing the water before diving in, and he catches the hitch in your breath. The way your head drops back just a touch like all this is making you a little dizzy. He leans forward and presses a kiss against your sternum before falling back against the pillows to take in the full picture. 

You, perched in his lap with your back arched, pushing your aching breasts into his hands to play with. It’s the exact shit he’s fallen victim to in a wet dream but this is real and far better because here you are, in the flesh, gripping onto his wrists and rocking your hips against him for an inkling of relief from how much he’s turned you on.

It’s wearing his patience down and is going to bite him in the ass if he doesn’t move things along. He prematurely finished one time and it still haunted him at night. Never again.

Hopefully.

Mingyu makes a miraculous maneuver, with you landing on your back at his side, somehow, without twisting or pinning someone’s limb in the process. 

“That was very smooth.”

You’re staring back up at him in wonder, partly because you’re not used to being tossed around like that, but also because he’s looking down at you with a serious, heated expression and it’s making your heart beat a little too fast.

“Can I touch you?” he askes softly and you’re immediately nodding. “Yeah?” he mimics the motion in a daze, eyes glued to your mouth, “Come here.”

Easy. You kiss him, well, it’s pretty equal efforts but you get to him first, too impatient to wait even half a second more. His hand moves over your hip slowly, then shifts to brush against your naval where he rests it for a moment, heat from his skin seeping into yours. 

He’s planning on making good on his request, though you beat him to it again. 

Mingyu parts his lips with a sigh when he feels your hand slide over his. Your fingers curl around his palm and you guide his hand lower. He asked to touch you and then made you wait - whether it be on purpose or just his own nerves - you’ll help him help you.

He doesn’t seem to mind and rewards you instantly with his thick fingers rubbing against your cunt through your panties. Your mouth falls open with a soft moan and his brows knit together right as the sound hits his ears. His gaze is unwavering and you almost wish he would just kiss you again instead of studying your face this closely…then his middle finger presses down a little harder and the sound you let out that time makes the corner of his mouth turn up into a half-smirk. 

It doesn’t even slip away when he leans down and kisses you, his smirk still obviously tugging at his lips when they touch yours. His hand pushes inside your underwear and he groans into your mouth when he feels how wet and warm you are but he doesn’t have time to waste or savor the feeling because he needs you to cum on his fingers at least once before he fucks you and his will to wait it out is all but gone. 

You’re responsive to every stroke, gasping and whimpering, digging your nails into his arm. Your back arches up off the bed every time he pumps his fingers faster, rubbing them up against your g-spot with expert ease because, hell yeah he reads cosmo, he’s too fucking good at it to not have been guided by the devine-feminine mind. 

Mingyu’s mouth envelopes one of your nipples and his tongue rolls against it at almost the same pace and pattern he’s rubbing your own slick into your clit and that’s enough to send you over the edge. He tries to be patient, to let you come down before he goes reaching for a condom but he catches the time on his digital alarm clock, the numbers glaring at him in bright red. 

It was already past midnight meaning having the house to himself is ending relatively soon. 

You don’t need the extra recovery time though, in fact, it’s the opposite. What you need is more and you need it now. “Mingyu…” he hums in response and you will your mouth to work again, “Do you even play basketball?”

He huffs out a laugh and shakes his head. Poking your tongue in your cheek you nod and point to his shorts, “...Off.”

Mingyu grins as he leans down and kisses you before rolling out of bed and your lips turn up into a smile, a breathless laugh floating up into the air. He drops his shorts and steps out in white Calvin Kleins stretched taut over his golden thighs, showing off every inch of his assets, and you have to prop yourself up on your elbows to even get the full picture.

Move over Marky Mark. 

You’re too busy staring at Mingyu’s body to notice him taking the opportunity to appreciate yours. It’s just a brief moment to sate both your curiosities because though neither of you would prefer to admit it, you’ve thought about each other naked and probably more than once. Getting handsy on your date gave you a bit of an idea but the overwhelmingly obvious dick print staring you in the face at the moment confirms your indecent theory about what Mingyu might be packing…

And that has got to be the ‘Pony’ Ginuwine was singing about.

When your eyes meet somewhere in the middle, you both turn away quickly, embarrassed only slightly for getting caught. It was a good feeling to know that the attraction is mutual. You hear a drawer close softly and feel the dip in the bed when he slides under the covers next to you. Rolling over, you land almost nose to nose and Mingyu grins, “I like it when you check me out.”

You answer him with a kiss that starts out innocently enough but it’s such a dizzying sensation to be so wrapped up in him that whatever witty retort you had been thinking of is lost in the way his fingers squeeze into your side. He sighs against your lips when he drags you closer and your thigh settles high on his hip, wrapping your body around him tightly. Without thought or hesitation, he drives his pelvis forward, rubbing his erection into your sensitive cunt. 

It makes you break for air, drawing too much of it into your lungs just to sharply moan through the exhale when he doesn’t stop. The muscles in his arms are so taut beneath your fingers that you know he’s not doing it to tease you - he’s at his breaking point and really just can’t help himself.

One hand slides down and pushes against the waistband of his briefs, rolling the material down as best you can until it catches his attention so his can finish the job himself. He groans, mostly to acknowledge your intentions, but also because he’s slowly trying to reel himself back for a moment. Just long enough to peel the last bits of clothing off you both and get a rubber on. It’s probably one of the most ridiculously inconvenient things he’s been made to do in a long time.

Neither of you say a word as he rips open the foil, trying to keep his hands still enough to roll the condom on correctly. It feels like static in his veins, trying to sit still when everything inside his body is screaming go, go, go! You can feel it too, the buzz of anticipation, the pulse between your thighs. 

Then, there is a pause after he rolls back over, covering your bare body with his own, and he just looks at you for a moment, mouth tight. Your hands slide over his arms, up his shoulders, and settle on his face. “Everything ok?”

“Just wanna do this right,” he whispers back, turning his face to kiss the palm of your hand. 

The corners of your lips lift in a small smile. “Feels pretty right to me, if that helps.”

The tension in his shoulders melts away and he relaxes his pinched brows. “It does help,” he says, one big hand stroking the outside of your thigh around his waist, “Just…talk to me if there is anything you want or don’t like.”

“I will,” you reassure him and he eyes you wearily one more time until you sigh, “I promise.”

That seems to be enough for him as he shifts between your legs and you let your hands fold over his shoulders, trying hopelessly to relax your body when you feel his fingers on you again. He doesn’t keep them there long, just enough to make sure you’re still wet before he’s gripping his cock, guiding himself into your heat. 

The pressure is immense and Mingyu feels you tense up beneath him. He pulls his other arm up and shifts his weight over to one side, grabbing your face with his free hand. “Breathe,” he says quietly, tipping your face up to look at him, “Just breathe, baby.”

Easier said than done but you exhale shakily and his thumb brushes against your cheek. Mingyu draws his hips back slightly and pushes further in, eyes falling to your mouth when it pops open. The feeling of fullness is all encompassing and all you can think about. So full you might burst at the seams but again, you will yourself to relax and he finally, finally bottoms out.

You let out a sharp breath and just can’t seem to catch it. 

Mingyu seems unsure of whether he should move or not and he barely gets the question out before you’re nodding. The first few thrusts are still tender and he’s still mindful of that but after a minute or so, the tides turn and you’re digging your heels into his backside, pulling him deeper. 

Mentally, emotionally, physically deeper. 

He’s a romantic through and through, including in times like this where he’s drunk on pussy and pure infatuation. He can’t get enough. The way you feel around him, clinging to his body, hands against his chest, eyes glued to his. He’s in severely dangerous territory and clamps his lips shut until the words sitting there fizzle out. Patience is what he needs. In his mind and in his heart.

His body is on an entirely different page. 

Mingyu is smooth and consistent in his movements, like water in and around you. His name spills from your lips reverently, whispered into the air between you and it feeds him, pushes him to fufill your needs in a way you knew deep down he would. He’s a pleaser in every way. 

So, when you slow him down with your palms firmly planted against his chest, he stops and listens. His attentiveness almost makes it harder to speak.

“Can I uh…like would you mind if I…laid on my stomach?” you ask unevenly, not really sure why you’re hesitating to share what you want when that is what he’s asked of you.

Mingyu looks like he’s died and gone to heaven. He doesn’t even answer. Carefully, he pulls out and moves so he can roll you over, prop your hips up, and fill you right back up. This time there is no slow start. His hand settles on your back, just between your shoulder blades, and he holds you there, pinning you in place in such a way that your eyes close on contact. Perfectly content to stay put.

The room is filled with lewd noises. Skin slapping against skin. Deep grunting and moaning sounds mixed together. Your muffled voice chanting his name over and over again. Mingyu’s quiet praises tickling your ears when your head turns fuzzy. 

It’s a good thing no one is home because it’s almost embarrassing how loudly passionate you both are. You regret not asking Mingyu to turn on the radio to drown out the noise but it’s too late now and with another tug upwards on your hips, he’s stroking your walls just right and you hit an entirely new set of notes. 

Mingyu can feel you squeezing around him, mewling into his pillows and he’s hanging on for dear life because you’re still skirting around the edge and he’s seconds from toppling over. An idea pops into his head, a catch twenty-two really because in doing this, he puts himself at further risk of finishing first but it’s still too enticing to pass up. 

Somehow, he manages to roll your bodies together until he hits the mattress, successfully claiming his spot as your big spoon. He hooks his left arm under your head so that it’s rested on his bicep while his hand is free to roam your chest and his right arm snakes over your hip before you feel his middle and ring finger slip between your folds. 

With you tightly wound up in his hold he picks up a brutal, finishing pace. He hits all the right spots and works your body until you’re seeing stars. Your breathing now harsh and uneven limits your ability to speak but you don’t need to say anything at all. 

Mingyu knows your coming and he’s going right along with you. When your orgasm hits, you bear down against him, crying out in broken sounds as he pumps his hips through his own release. He continues to hold you against his chest, gently kneading at the fleshy part of your hip. 

He presses kisses against your hair and then carefully, he pulls out before rolling you onto your back. Mingyu’s smile is adoring and beautiful, it makes you want to bury your face in the pillows again. The blanket will have to do. 

“Why are you hiding?” Mingyu chuckles, grabbing at the blanket, “Was it that bad?”

You flip the sheet down and give him a blank stare. 

“Shut up,” you bite, a hint of a smile appearing, “You know it was good. Better than good.”

“How good?” he smirks. 

With an eye roll, you pull the blanket up just high enough to cover the lower half of your face. “Really fucking good…and you’re not even slightly winded.”

He’s on top of the world. 

“My stamina is just another one of my many desirable qualities,” he half-shrugs, “If you’re still not in love with me, I’m happy to keep trying.”

“Will you stop when I do?”

“Not a chance,” he grins, one hand squeezing your thigh as he swoops in to steal another kiss, “Stay with me tonight. I’ll make you anything you want for breakfast”

You pretend to think about it when you know you’ll say yes, and not just because you don’t have a car. A sleepover? With your hot boyfriend? Who just rocked your world and will probably do it again and then cook for you in the morning? Yeah, that’s a no-brainer.

“I could probably be convinced if you find me something comfy to wear and have a spare pack of noodles…I’m starving.”

Mingyu jumps out of bed, the sight of his bare cheeks making you turn and giggle. “I’m about to make you the best noodles of your life,” he walks over to his dresser pulling out underwear for himself, a clean t-shirt, and blue-plaid pajama pants, then he tugs open another drawer and turns to you, holding out a big soft-looking jacket, “I think you’ll like this one. I don’t have any pants that will fit you but this is pretty long. Oooh,” he pauses, “I didn’t think about underwear when I-”

“Ruined mine?” you raise your brow teasingly, sitting up and making grabby hands for the sweater he tosses to you.

He scoffs, tip of his tongue poking at his teeth. “Yeah, that’s my bad.”

Your voice is muffled as you pull the sweater over your head before climbing out of bed, pleased that it indeed covers you well. “It’s okay. It’s not the first time and I’m sure it won’t be the last. I’ve learned to keep an extra pair in my bag.” You mention this so casually that he’s stunned when you walk over to grab said panties from your bag and kiss his cheek before turning to leave, “I’m gonna go clean up. Meet you in the kitchen for those mind blowing noodles?”

Mingyu hollers back as you near the bathroom door. “I’ll blow your mind in the kitchen alright!”

He slumps against the dresser when he hears you respond with, “I’m sure you will, babe!”

Babe. Ugh, you’re so it for him. 

The steam of the shower mixed with some kind of masculine aroma in Mingyu’s body wash gives off the same feeling of being in his arms and the thought warms your belly again. It’s almost embarrassing, how much you want him just after having him in full, but you’re sure he’d be happy to oblige even if you so much as hinted at it. 

Maybe he will blow your mind in the kitchen.

As you’re wrapping up and getting dressed you hear music, oddly loud for the hour but it’s vaguely familiar, still muffled by the sound of the vents running to air out the steam in the bathroom. Then there’s a crash, not earth shattering but enough that you’re slightly concerned. You hurry to hang your towel and pull on your clean underwear and his sweater when you hear another bump against the wall. Then…singing?

“Kiss meeee out of the bearded bobby~”

“NIGHTLYYYY beside the greanbeann grass~”

You poke your head into the hallway, “Um…Mingyu?”

“SWIIINGG SWIINNG-”

“Swing the spinnnning stem~”

Definitely not Mingyu. Also, definitely not the right words to this song but your interest is piqued.

You come around the corner to find him in the center of the living room, quietly laughing, holding the hand of one of his very jovial (probably drunk) maybe roommates while the other (definitely drunk) maybe roommate is spinning around them in circles, bumping into things along the way. 

The one with bright blonde hair pokes Mingyu mid-spin, “You wear the shoes and I’ll wear a dressss~”

Then the his drinking partner joins in and their both belting out, “oOHHH Kiss meeee, beneath the melting twilight~”

Mingyu points to the blonde and shouts over the noise, “That one’s Hoshi.”

 “Lead meeee, out on the moonlit flooOr!”

He gestures at the one hanging off his arm, the tall boy with shaggy black hair, “This one’s Minghao. They’re plastered, obviously.”

They’re delightful and Hoshi is coming your way with a cat-like smile. He bows, almost stumbles, and reaches for your hand which you’re happy to share. “Lift your open hand…” he serenades, lifting yours into the air, “Strike up the band and make firefights dance silver moons sparkly~”

And he spins you away so quickly you almost stumble but Mingyu catches you around the waist with Minghao singing over your shoulder in a whisper, “So, kiss me.”

And Mingyu does, of course, he’s not going to miss the opportunity. Minghao grins, leaning against the wall to catch his balance, and Hoshi claps…a little bit like a buffoon but you really like them both. Mingyu must really love them because he doesn’t complain one bit about the noise and overly dramatic show, especially with it being your first impression. It helps that he knows how laid back you are and can see the delight still dancing in your eyes. 

He does however, turn down the music on the stereo so everyone can talk without shouting. 

“You do know you guys are supposed to be serving the alcohol…not drinking it…right?”

“Don’t be r- *hiccup* -rude!” Hoshi flaps his hand dismissively, “I’ll tell your pretty girlfriend about all the times we had to hold your hair back, our sweet little Mingoo ~”

Minghao giggles, bumping into Hoshi’s shoulder, “Or about how you,” he pauses, the two of them bursting into hysterics as Mingyu sighs like he knows what’s coming. Minghao wipes away a tear, still cackling, “About how you got totally tanked that weekend you first started working at Wheelie’s and whined alllll nighttttt-”

Hoshi whacks Mingyu’s shoulder laughing and then looks at you, “He wouldn’t shut up about you the entire night. Crying into his beer…because he thought you were dating the DJ.”

Your hand flies over your mouth, giggling up at your boyfriend who is being a really good sport right now. Even as he pokes his tongue into his cheek, shaking his head at his friends. 

“Vernon and I were never dating,” you fake sniffle, “Sadly.”

“Sadly?!” Mingyu swings his head around toward you, “I thought the soulmate thing was a joke?” he laughs.

“Oh, baby, it is a joke,” you reassure him, patting his chest gently but just when he relaxes you whisper, “Until it isn’t.”

Hoshi sticks out his hand as he’s stumbling toward the kitchen and you land a low-five as he goes, and one up top when Minghao follows behind him excitedly mumbling about making drinks for everyone, then Hoshi is shouting about noodles ‘for the love of god, we need more noodles!’

Mingyu sighs and you know he’s about to complain that he no longer has you to himself. Can practically hear it in your head already. So, you cut him off before he can start, tugging him down into a kiss hot enough to make him groan against your lips as his hands dip down to take handfuls of you. 

Then he’s laughing, falling out of rythym and you pull back, smiling. “What?”

You squawk in surprise when he smacks your ass and says, “You know you’re still not wearing pants, right?”

Actually, you forgot because of the whole song and dance thing. 

“That’s embarrassing,” you mumble, tugging his sweater further down your thighs, “I could go throw my work pants-”

“I can try to find you som-”

You both look toward the kitchen when music starts playing and Mingyu shakes his head, almost regretting stowing his portable radio in there for when he’s cooking. It’s quiet for a few seconds and then, like someone cranked the volume all the way up, it’s starts blasting and they’re both singing.

“Ooooh baby, baybay, b-baby, baybaby, oooh baby-”

Mingyu just laughs. “On second thought, don’t even worry about it. They aren’t going to remember anything tomorrow morning anyway.”

“I like them,” you grin.

His shoulder shake with mirth, “Of course you do.”

You giggle when one of the guys starts shouting the words and grab Mingyu’s hand, pulling him along behind you. “Come on, noodles, drinks, Salt-n-Pepa,” he fake groans and you squeeze his hand, “This is the most fun I’ve had at a sleepover in years.”

Then he’s grinning, “Well, we can make it a regular thing if you want.”

You turn, just before you get to the kitchen and push up to kiss his cheek, “Whatever you say, Hot Wheels.”

“Oh, come on,” he drags his feet after you, “Can we pick a new nickname?!”

“Sure. Come on, Coach Kim. Let’s go play in the kitchen.”

He stumbles a step and shakes his head. “Am I supposed to pretend it doesn’t make me kind of horny when you call me that? God, please don’t hold that against me. I am only a man.”

Oh? Good to know. “Whatever you say, Coach.”

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