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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: toxic situationship with hee. 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : nonidol!heeseung x 𝑓．𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : angst , crack , smau , school au 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 : kind of 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : profanity, hee smokes, mentions of kissing. lmk if i missed anything

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<- Prev | Love Unmasked | Next -> ✎ PAIRING! Lee Heeseung x Kang Hana (1st person)

✎ SYNOPSIS! You always wondered if Heeseung would love you back. If he would be the perfect Boyfriend. Or even husband… Too bad you’re too insecure to even ask him out. But what exactly happens to the two of you after an incident…

✎GENRE! Childhood Friends to Lovers, Angsty at times, written series, unrequited love, one-night stand

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ꜱᴏᴜʀ ɢʀᴀᴘᴇꜱ - ʟᴇ ꜱꜱᴇʀᴀꜰɪᴍ 1:35 ─────ㅇ─── 3:17 Volume: ■■■■■■□□□□

➥ Hana sat at her desk, staring at her laptop screen without really seeing the notes for her upcoming anatomy exam. Thoughts of Heeseung and Jieun's hurtful rejection replayed in her mind like a broken record. She sighed, running her fingers through her hair as she tried to push away the painful memories.

A knock on the door startled her, and she looked up to see Minji peeking in with a determined expression.

"Hana, come on!" Minji urged, stepping into the room. "Jake's soccer match is starting soon, and you promised you'd come to support him."

Hana shook her head, not in the mood for any social outing. "I don't think I can, Minji," she replied wearily. "I'm just not up for it today."

Minji crossed her arms, her tone gentle yet firm. "You've been cooped up in here for days, Hana," she said softly. "It'll do you good to get out and take your mind off things, even if just for a little while."

Hana hesitated, knowing Minji was right but still reluctant. "Fine," she relented finally, closing her laptop with a sigh. "But I'm just going to watch the match. I'm not in the mood for socializing."

Minji nodded, her smile encouraging. "That's all I ask," she said warmly. "Let's go."

The soccer field buzzed with excitement as Hana and Minji found seats in the bleachers. The air was filled with cheers and shouts of encouragement as the match between Decelis Academy and their rival team heated up.

On the field, Hana couldn't help but notice Heeseung's athleticism and grace as he darted across the grass, his every move determined and precise. He looked focused, his eyes fixed on the ball as he weaved through defenders with ease.

"He's really good," Hana murmured to herself, her gaze following Heeseung's every stride. She couldn't deny the admiration she felt, tinged with a pang of sadness at the distance that now existed between them.

As the game intensified, Decelis and their opponents fought fiercely, neither side willing to back down. Jake, Minji's boyfriend, played with passion and skill, drawing loud cheers from the crowd whenever he made a play.

Then, in the final minutes of the match, with the score tied, Heeseung found himself in a prime position to score. He dribbled past defenders, his determination palpable as he closed in on the goal. With a swift kick, he sent the ball soaring past the goalkeeper's outstretched hands.

The crowd erupted into cheers as the referee blew the final whistle. Decelis Academy had won, thanks to Heeseung's decisive goal. Players from both teams shook hands, and Decelis' team members gathered in a jubilant huddle on the field.

In the midst of the celebrations, Hana's heart sank when she saw Ji-eun sprinting towards Heeseung. Her heart hammered painfully as Ji-eun wrapped her arms around Heeseung's neck and kissed him on the cheek, a triumphant smile on her face.

Minji glanced at Hana, concern spreading on her features. "Hana, are you okay?" she asked softly, placing a hand on her friend's arm.

Hana forced a smile, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. "Yeah, I'm fine," she replied quietly, though her voice betrayed her true feelings.

Minji squeezed her arm gently. "Let's head back," she suggested, her tone gentle. "You've seen enough for today."

As they made their way out of the stadium, Hana couldn't shake the image of Heeseung and Ji-eun from her mind. She felt a mix of sadness and resignation, realizing that what she had hoped for with Heeseung was slipping further out of reach.

Back in her dorm room that evening, Hana lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling in silence. The events of the day weighed heavily on her heart, but amidst the turmoil, a quiet determination began to stir.

"I need to move on," Hana whispered to herself, her voice firm with resolve. "It's time to focus on myself and let go of what I can't change."

With those thoughts echoing in her mind, Hana closed her eyes, seeking solace in the stillness of the night. Tomorrow was a new day, another opportunity to take a step forward on her journey of healing and self-discovery.

Throughout the week, Hana found herself leaning on her friends more than ever. She spent evenings with Minji, watching movies and laughing until their stomachs hurt. She joined the girlsfor study sessions and impromptu coffee breaks, grateful for their genuine friendship and unwavering support.

As the days passed, Hana noticed a subtle shift within herself. The pain of seeing Heeseung with Jieun didn't disappear overnight, but it no longer consumed her every thought. She was learning to accept the reality of their relationship and, more importantly, to prioritize her own happiness and growth.

One sunny afternoon, as Hana was leaving the library, she bumped into Minji who was waiting for her outside.

"Hana! I've been looking everywhere for you," Minji exclaimed with a wide smile. "I have something exciting to tell you!"

Curious, Hana raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

Minji bounced on her toes, clearly excited. "Remember the  festival at Decelis Academy?  I'm performing, and we have rehearsals today. You have to come and keep me company!"

Hana had almost forgotten about the festival, the highlight of the year, where students showcased their talents—from art and music to dance and poetry. Minji had always been passionate about performing, and Hana knew how much this meant to her.

Hana raised an eyebrow. "Rehearsals? Today?"

"Yes! Please, Hana, I really want you to be there," Minji pleaded, her eyes wide and hopeful.

Hana hesitated for a moment, then sighed. "Alright, what time?"

Minji beamed. "Be there at 3 PM at the carpark! Thanks, Hana! You're the best!"

Later that afternoon, Hana made her way to the car park. The area was filled with a mix of excitement and nervous energy. Students were bustling about, preparing for their performances, setting up props, and rehearsing lines.

She spotted Minji tuning her guitar near a makeshift stage set up at the edge of the lot. Minji waved enthusiastically when she saw Hana, her face lighting up with a big smile.

"Hana! Over here!" Minji called out.

Hana walked over, feeling a bit out of place but happy to support her friend. "Hey, Minji. How's it going?"

"Great, but nerve-wracking. I'm so glad you're here," Minji said, giving Hana a quick hug.

As Minji continued to tune her guitar, Hana noticed Heeseung at the other end of the lot, preparing his own guitar. Her heart gave a little lurch at the sight of him, looking focused and determined. He caught her eye and gave a small nod, which she returned with a tight smile.

Just as Minji was about to start her rehearsal, Ji-eun sauntered over, a smug smile on her face. She glanced at Hana, then turned her attention to Heeseung.

Just as Minji was about to start her rehearsal, Ji-eun sauntered over, a smug smile on her face. She glanced at Hana, then turned her attention to Heeseung.

"Hey, Seungie," Ji-eun said casually, ignoring Hana completely. "Good luck on your performance."

Hana's heart sank. "Seungie" was a nickname only she had ever used for Heeseung. Hearing Jieun use it felt like a betrayal. She watched as Heeseung's face flashed with discomfort for a brief moment, but he quickly masked it and continued to talk to Ji-eun.

"Thanks, Ji-eun," Heeseung replied coolly, his eyes avoiding Hana's.

Ji-eun leaned in and pecked Heeseung on the cheek, a possessive gesture that stung Hana deeply. She felt Minji's concerned gaze on her but managed to smile weakly, not wanting to spoil Minji's moment.

Ji-eun shot a triumphant look at Hana, then turned back to Heeseung. "You'll do great out there," she said, leaning in to peck him on the cheek.

Hana felt a pang of jealousy and hurt as she watched Ji-eun and Heeseung together. Minji noticed her expression and frowned. "Hana, what's wrong?"

Hana shook her head. "It's nothing. Just... Heeseung and Ji-eun."

Minji gave her a sympathetic look. "Don't let them get to you. You're here to support me, remember?"

Hana nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah, you're right. I'm here for you."

Minji's performance was nothing short of mesmerizing. Her voice soared through the air, capturing the attention of everyone in the audience. Hana watched with pride as Minji poured her heart into each note, momentarily forgetting her own troubles.

As Minji finished her song to thunderous applause, Jake approached her with a beaming smile. He kissed Minji on the lips, congratulating her on her performance. Hana felt a pang of envy as she watched them, a reminder of what she lacked.

"Great job, Minji," Jake said warmly, pulling her into a hug.

Minji blushed, clearly pleased with the praise. "Thanks, Jake. I'm glad you liked it."

Jake turned to Hana with a friendly smile. "Hey, Hana. 

Hana managed a small smile in return. "Hey, Jake."

Jake nodded, sensing her subdued mood. "Well, Minji was fantastic, wasn't she?"

Hana nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah, it was amazing"

Minji and Jake resumed their conversation, their laughter mingling with the festival's ambient noise. Hana listened absently, her mind preoccupied with conflicting emotions.

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✎ PAIRING! Lee Heeseung x Kang Hana

✎ SYNOPSIS! You always wondered if Heeseung would love you back. If he would be the perfect Boyfriend. Or even husband… Too bad you're too insecure to even ask him out. But what exactly happens to the two of you after an incident…

✎GENRE! Childhood Friends to Lovers, Angsty at times, written series, unrequited love

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ- ʟᴀᴜꜰᴇʏ 1:35 ─────ㅇ─── 2:50 Volume: ■■■■■■□□□□

➥

After their argument, Hana needed time to clear her head. She found herself at her favourite spot by the river, where the water always seemed to whisper a calming tune. Sitting there, she let her thoughts wander through the mess of emotions Heeseung had stirred up.

Hana's footsteps echoed softly in the corridor as she made her way back to her dormitory. The evening had grown darker, and the familiar sights of campus seemed to blur around her. Thoughts of Heeseung and their unresolved argument lingered in her mind, weighing heavily with each passing moment.

Finally reaching her dorm room door, Hana took a deep breath and turned the handle. Stepping inside, she was greeted by the dim glow of the overhead light casting shadows across the room. The air felt heavy with the silence that enveloped her.

As she walked into the kitchen area, her eyes instinctively went to the dining table. There, amidst the scattered books and papers, lay a note. With trembling hands, she picked it up and read the few lines written in Minji's hurried scrawl.

"Hey Hana, went over to Jake's place for a bit. Back later! :) - Minji"

The note was innocuous enough, but the sight of it stung more than Hana had anticipated. Minji was were supposed to be their circle, a constant in the midst of uncertainty. Now, it seemed even that familiar comfort was slipping away.

Setting the note down, Hana felt a wave of emotions crash over her. The tears she had been holding back since her argument with Heeseung now spilled freely down her cheeks. It wasn't just about him anymore; it was about the fracturing of a friendship that had been her anchor for seven years.

She sank onto her bed, clutching a pillow to her chest as she cried. The weight of everything—her strained relationship with Heeseung, the cold words the Jieun had spat at her, pressed down on her like a heavy burden. How had everything unraveled so quickly?

In the solitude of her room, the silence seemed to amplify her pain. Hana knew she needed to confront the reality of her situation. But for now, all she could do was let herself feel the sorrow, the loss of what once felt solid and secure.

Eventually, exhaustion overtook her. Her tears subsided, leaving a hollow ache in their wake. With a heavy heart, Hana lay down, curling up under her blanket. Sleep eluded her for a while, thoughts swirling in the darkness of her mind.

The next day dawned bright and clear, but Hana felt anything but clear-headed. After a night spent tossing and turning over her confession to Heeseung and his heartbreaking rejection, she knew facing the day would be a challenge.

Walking down the corridor with Minji beside her, their footsteps echoing softly on the polished floors, Hana tried to act normal. The campus buzzed with its usual energy—students hustling to classes, groups chatting animatedly, and occasional bursts of laughter. It all felt strangely distant to Hana now.

Then, as they turned a corner, Hana saw something that hit her like a punch to the gut: Jieun and Heeseung, hand in hand, strolling together as if they were the only two people in the world. The sight twisted something inside her, a mix of hurt and longing she couldn't shake off.

She stopped abruptly, her breath catching. Minji, noticing her sudden pause, followed Hana's gaze and then looked back at her with concern. "Hey, Hana, you okay?" Minji asked gently, her brow furrowed with worry.

Hana forced a smile, though it felt as fragile as glass. "Yeah, I'm okay," she replied, her voice not quite steady. "Just a bit tired, I guess."

Minji didn't look convinced, her eyes searching Hana's face for answers she wasn't giving. They had been friends for years, and Minji knew when something was up. But Hana wasn't ready to spill everything—not yet.

They continued walking towards their lecture hall, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy between them. Hana tried to focus on the sound of their footsteps, the distraction from the ache in her chest.

When they reached the lecture hall, Hana took her seat with a sigh of relief, grateful for the temporary reprieve from her thoughts. But as the lecture droned on, her mind kept drifting back to Heeseung and the emotional storm he had stirred up in her.

After what felt like an eternity, the lecture finally ended. Hana gathered her things mechanically, her mind still in turmoil despite her efforts to appear composed. As they walked out together, Minji fell into step beside her once more, her concern palpable in the air.

They continued walking towards the library in silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them. Hana couldn't shake the image of Heeseung from her mind—the way he had looked, the distance that had grown between them, and the ache of unspoken words that weighed heavily on her heart.

Inside the library, they found a quiet corner and settled down with their books. Hana tried to focus on her studies, to lose herself in the familiar rhythm of reading and taking notes. But every now and then, her thoughts wandered back to Heeseung, to the unanswered questions and the pain of unrequited feelings that she carried silently within her.

After what felt like an eternity, Minji broke the silence. "Hana," she began gently, her voice tinged with concern, "I can tell something's been bothering you for a while now. You don't have to tell me everything, but I want you to know that I'm here for you. Whatever it is, you don't have to face it alone."

Hana looked up from her book, meeting Minji's gaze with a mix of gratitude and apprehension. She knew she couldn't keep pretending forever, that she couldn't continue to carry the weight of her emotions in silence. And in Minji's genuine concern, she found a glimmer of courage to open up, to share the truth that had been weighing on her heart.

Taking a deep breath, Hana nodded slowly. "You're right, Minji," she admitted quietly. "There's something I haven't told you."

Minji's expression softened further, her eyes encouraging Hana to continue. "I... I had a conversation with Heeseung," Hana began, her voice steady despite the vulnerability she felt. "I... I confessed how I felt about him."

Minji's eyes widened in surprise, her hand reaching out to grasp Hana's in a gesture of support. "Oh, Hana," she murmured softly, her voice filled with empathy.

Hana continued, her words tumbling out in a rush now that she had started. "But he... he didn't feel the same way. He took Jieun's side and didn't believe a word of what I said."

Tears welled up in Hana's eyes despite her efforts to hold them back. The pain of rejection felt raw and exposed, yet sharing it with Minji eased some of the burden she had been carrying alone.

Minji squeezed her hand gently, offering silent comfort as Hana wiped away her tears. "I'm so sorry, Hana," Minji whispered, her voice full of compassion. "I can't imagine how hard that must be for you."

Hana nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and sadness wash over her. "It's been tough," she admitted quietly. "Seeing him with Jieun... it just brought everything back."

Minji listened attentively, her presence a soothing presence amidst Hana's emotional storm. "You don't have to go through this alone," Minji reassured her, her voice filled with sincerity. "We'll get through this together, okay?"

Hana nodded gratefully, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders. In Minji's friendship and understanding, she found the strength to face the uncertainties ahead—to navigate the complexities of her heart and find a way forward, one step at a time.

As the school bell rang, its chime cutting through the quiet ambiance of the library, Hana and Minji exchanged a glance filled with mutual understanding. The moment of solace they had found in each other's company was about to be interrupted by the demands of their respective classes.

"I guess it's time to head to class," Minji remarked with a gentle smile, her voice a soothing contrast to the lingering tension from earlier.

Hana nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Yeah," she agreed softly, gathering her books and notes. "Thank you, Minji. For everything."

Minji waved off Hana's gratitude with a flick of her hand, her expression warm and reassuring. "No need to thank me," she replied sincerely. "That's what friends are for, right?"

With a shared understanding, they made their way out of the library, navigating the bustling halls of the school with practiced ease. The familiar rhythm of their footsteps echoed the comfort of their bond—a steadfast presence amidst the uncertainties that college life often brought.

As they reached the corridor that split their paths, Hana paused, turning to Minji with a grateful smile. "I'll see you later?" she asked, her voice tinged with hope.

Minji nodded, her eyes reflecting unwavering support. "Of course," she affirmed. "Take care of yourself, Hana."

With a final wave, they parted ways, each heading towards their respective classrooms. Hana carried with her a newfound sense of resilience, buoyed by Minji's friendship and the reassurance that she wasn't alone in her struggles.

Entering her nursing class, Hana found herself greeted by familiar faces and the comforting routine of their studies. She took her seat, exchanging quiet nods with her classmates as the professor prepared to start the lesson. Despite the lingering ache from earlier, Hana felt a quiet determination settle within her—a resolve to focus on her goals and move forward, one step at a time.

As the professor began the lecture, Hana opened her notebook, her pen poised to capture the knowledge that would shape her future as a nurse. The words flowed steadily, grounding her in the present moment and easing the weight of unresolved emotions that had weighed heavily on her heart.

During a break in the lecture, as students chatted and stretched their legs, Jieun turned towards a small group of classmates, her voice carrying a bit too loudly in the otherwise quiet room. "Did you hear about Hana and Heeseung?" she chuckled, a mocking edge to her tone. "She actually confessed to him, can you believe it?"

Hana's heart sank as she overheard Jieun's words. She could feel the eyes of their classmates turning towards her, curiosity mingled with a hint of pity. A flush of embarrassment crept up her neck, and she instinctively glanced down at her textbook, hoping to disappear into its pages.

Some of the classmates exchanged uncomfortable glances, unsure how to respond to Jieun's insensitive gossip. One of them, trying to lighten the mood, nervously chuckled while another shifted awkwardly in their seat.

Hana took a deep breath, gathering her composure before speaking up. "Jieun," she said calmly, though her voice trembled slightly with emotion, "that's not something to joke about."

Jieun turned to face Hana, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, lighten up, Hana," she replied dismissively. "It's not my fault he rejected you. Maybe next time, keep your crushes to yourself."

Hana's cheeks burned with a mix of hurt and indignation. She clenched her fists under the table, struggling to maintain her composure. The sting of Jieun's words cut deeper than she had expected, reopening wounds she had tried to keep hidden.

As the professor called the class back to order, Hana forced herself to focus on the lecture, her mind racing with a tumult of emotions. She felt exposed, vulnerable in a way that made it difficult to concentrate on anything other than the ache in her chest.

When the class finally ended, Hana gathered her belongings quickly, eager to escape the uncomfortable atmosphere. She avoided Jieun's gaze as she hurried out of the lecture hall, the weight of Jieun's ridicule heavy on her shoulders.

Outside, Hana leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths to steady herself. She felt a mix of anger and sadness swirling inside her, unsure how to process the hurtful encounter. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she blinked them back furiously, refusing to let Jieun's words break her.

As she passed by the music building, Hana spotted Minji sitting on a bench, lost in thought as she strummed her guitar softly. Relief washed over Hana as she approached her friend, grateful for the familiar presence amidst the chaos of her emotions.

Minji looked up, noticing Hana's troubled expression immediately. "Hey, Hana," she greeted softly, setting aside her guitar. "Is everything okay?"

Hana shook her head slightly, unable to hold back the tears any longer. "No, not really," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Jieun... she said some things."

Minji's eyes narrowed with concern. "What did she say?" she asked gently, reaching out to place a comforting hand on Hana's shoulder.

Taking a shaky breath, Hana recounted the hurtful exchange with Jieun, the words heavy on her tongue. Minji listened quietly, her expression growing more incredulous with each passing moment.

"I can't believe she would say something like that," Minji said, her voice laced with disbelief. "She has no right to treat you that way."

Hana wiped away a tear, grateful for Minji's unwavering support. "It just... hurts," she admitted, her voice breaking slightly. "I already feel so rejected, and then to have it thrown back in my face like that..."

Minji squeezed Hana's shoulder gently. "You don't deserve any of this," she reassured her friend. "You're strong, Hana. Don't let her words define you."

Hana nodded, grateful for Minji's words of encouragement. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her trembling voice. "I just don't understand why she's so hostile towards me," Hana confessed, her thoughts racing as she tried to make sense of Jieun's behavior. "I've never done anything to her."

Minji's expression softened with empathy. "Some people just enjoy causing drama," she said, shaking her head in disbelief. "But that's no excuse for treating you like that."

Hana sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and sadness wash over her. "I guess I hoped Heeseung would at least stand up for me," she admitted quietly, her gaze drifting off into the distance. "But instead, he defended her."

Minji's brow furrowed in concern. "He defended her?" she repeated, her tone incredulous. "After everything you've been through together?"

Hana nodded slowly, her heart sinking with the weight of disappointment. "He made it seem like I was overreacting," she explained, feeling a lump form in her throat. "Like none of it mattered."

"That's not fair," Minji replied firmly, her voice tinged with indignation. "You deserve better than that, Hana."

"I know," Hana whispered, blinking back fresh tears. "But it still hurts."

Minji pulled Hana into a gentle embrace, offering her friend a comforting shoulder to lean on. "You're not alone in this," she assured Hana softly. "I'm here for you, no matter what."

Hana nodded gratefully, feeling a flicker of strength return to her. "Thank you, Minji," she said sincerely, her voice steadier now. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You don't have to figure it out alone," Minji replied with a reassuring smile. "We'll get through this together."

As they sat together on the bench, the weight of Hana's burdens felt a little lighter in the presence of her loyal friend. With Minji by her side, Hana knew she could find the strength to navigate the uncertainties ahead.

"I'm glad I found you here," Hana admitted softly, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Talking to you always helps."

Minji chuckled softly. "You know where to find me," she replied warmly. "Anytime you need to talk, I'm here."

Feeling a sense of gratitude wash over her, Hana leaned back against the bench, the gentle strumming of Minji's guitar providing a soothing backdrop to their conversation. For a moment, amidst the turmoil of emotions, Hana found a moment of peace—a reminder that friendship could be a source of solace even in the darkest times.

"We'll figure this out," Minji said quietly, echoing Hana's unspoken hope. "Together."

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✎ PAIRING! Lee Heeseung x Hana Kang (1st person)

✎ SYNOPSIS! You always wondered if Heeseung would love you back. If he would be the perfect Boyfriend. Or even husband… Too bad you're too insecure to even ask him out. But what exactly happens to the two of you after an incident…

✎GENRE! Childhood Friends to Lovers, Angsty at times, written series, unrequited love

✎WC! 2.6k

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ- ʟᴀᴜꜰᴇʏ, ᴘʜɪʟʜᴀʀᴍᴏɴɪᴀ ᴏʀᴄʜᴇꜱᴛʀᴀ 1:35 ───ㅇ───── 4:29 Volume: ■■■■■■□□□□

➥ The next few days were a blur of classes, studying, and moments with Heeseung that felt comforting and confusing. They hung out with their friends, but Hana couldn't help but notice the subtle changes in their interactions. The way his hand lingered on her back, the shared glances that lasted a bit too long — it was all different now.

Hana and Minji sat in the library, surrounded by stacks of textbooks and notebooks. The soft hum of students murmuring and the rustling of pages filled the air. Hana stared at her notes, trying to focus on her upcoming exam, but her mind kept wandering back to her complicated feelings about Heeseung.

Minji glanced up from her book and noticed Hana's distracted expression. "You okay?" she asked, concern in her voice.

Hana forced a smile. "Yeah, just a lot on my mind," she replied, not wanting to delve into the details right now.

Minji put down her pen, leaning back in her chair. "Come on, spill. I can tell something's bothering you."

Hana sighed, knowing she couldn't keep it from Minji any longer. "It's Heeseung," she began, her voice low. "We... we decided to try a friends-with-benefits thing."

Minji's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, what? When did this happen?"

"After the party," Hana explained, fiddling with the edge of her notebook. "It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now... I'm not so sure."

Minji's concern deepened. "How is it affecting you?"

Hana looked down, her fingers twisting together. "I thought I could handle it, but seeing him with Jieun today... it hurt. A lot. I didn't expect to feel this way."

Minji reached out and squeezed Hana's hand. "You like him more than just a friend, don't you?"

Hana nodded slowly, tears pricking her eyes. "Yeah, I do. And now I'm stuck in this arrangement that I agreed to, but it's tearing me apart."

Minji's expression softened. "You need to talk to him, Hana. You can't keep pretending you're okay with this if you're not."

"I know," Hana whispered. "But what if he doesn't feel the same way?"

"Then at least you'll know," Minji said gently. "And you can decide what to do from there. But keeping it all inside is only going to hurt you more."

Hana nodded, feeling a mixture of fear and relief. "You're right. I need to talk to him."

Minji smiled reassuringly. "I'm here for you, no matter what. We'll get through this together."

Hana smiled back, grateful for her friend's unwavering support. "Thanks, Minji. I needed to hear that."

"Anytime," Minji replied, giving Hana's hand one last squeeze before letting go. "Now, let's finish studying so you can focus on what you need to do."

As they returned to their books, Hana felt a weight lift off her shoulders. She knew the conversation with Heeseung wouldn't be easy, but she was ready to face it, knowing she had Minji by her side.

Later that afternoon, as they were packing up their things, Minji glanced at Hana. "Hey, want to grab some coffee before heading back?"

"Sure," Hana replied, although her mind was preoccupied with the thought of Heeseung not returning his feelings.

They walked over to the campus café, discussing their classes and upcoming assignments along the way. As they pushed open the café door, Hana's heart sank at the sight of Heeseung sitting with Jieun. Jieun noticed them enter and shot them a cold look before turning back to Heeseung, her laughter ringing through the air. Hana couldn't help but clench her fists, a mix of jealousy and discomfort swirling inside her.

Minji caught Hana's change in demeanour and followed her gaze to Heeseung and Jieun. She frowned slightly, sensing the tension. "Should we grab our coffee to go?" Minji asked quietly.

Hana hesitated, feeling Jieun's eyes on them like daggers. "Yeah, maybe we should," she said softly, avoiding Jieun's gaze as they hurriedly ordered their drinks.

They found a quieter spot outside, away from Heeseung and Jieun's table. Hana let out a sigh of relief, the tension easing from her shoulders. "Sorry, Minji. I just... I'm not to deal with her bitchy behaviour today."

Minji nodded sympathetically. "I get it. Seeing them together like that must be tough."

"Yeah," Hana admitted, stirring her coffee absentmindedly. "I thought I could handle it, but... it's harder than I thought."

Minji reached out and squeezed Hana's hand. "You don't have to pretend everything's okay if it's not. Have you talked to Heeseung about how you feel?"

Hana shook her head, her thoughts still jumbled. "Not yet. I need to figure out what to say."

Minji nodded understandingly. "Take your time. When you're ready, we can talk through it."

Hana managed a small smile, grateful for Minji's support. "Thanks, Minji. I appreciate you being here."

As they sipped their coffee in silence, Hana couldn't shake the feeling of unease. She knew she needed to confront her feelings with Heeseung, but seeing him with Jieun had stirred up doubts she hadn't expected.

Hana sighed, setting her coffee down. "I just don't get it, Minji. Why is he spending so much time with her?"

Minji nodded thoughtfully. "It's hard to say. Maybe they're just friends."

Hana shook her head, frustration evident in her voice. "It's more than that, I can tell. Jieun doesn't like me, and she's not subtle about it."

Minji raised an eyebrow. "You think she's trying to come between you and Heeseung?"

"I don't know," Hana admitted, picking at the lid of her coffee cup. "But it feels like every time I see them together, she's trying to mark her territory or something."

Minji frowned, clearly concerned. "Have you talked to Heeseung about how you feel?"

Hana nodded slowly. "Not yet. I wanted to figure out what I'm going to say first."

Minji reached out and squeezed Hana's hand. "Just be honest with him, Hana. Tell him how seeing them together makes you feel."

Hana nodded again, feeling a mixture of determination and apprehension. "You're right. I need to stop avoiding this."

Minji smiled reassuringly. "You'll figure it out. And I'm here to support you, no matter what."

Hana managed a grateful smile. "Thanks, Minji. I don't know what I'd do without you."

They finished their coffee in comfortable silence, both lost in their thoughts. After a while, Minji checked her watch and sighed. "I hate to cut this short, but I have to run. Are you going to be okay?"

Hana nodded, mustering up a smile. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Thanks for listening, Minji."

Minji hugged her friend briefly before heading off. "Anytime, Hana. Just remember, you're stronger than you think."

The next day after their coffee, Hana woke up feeling unusually uneasy. She couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss, especially after seeing Heeseung and Jieun together. With a heavy heart, she headed to her nursing class, hoping that focusing on her studies would distract her.

As she settled into her seat, Hana noticed Jieun and her friends sitting a few rows ahead. Despite trying to ignore them, she couldn't help but feel their eyes on her. The whispers and glances sent a chill down her spine, making her feel like an outsider in her classroom.

During a break, Hana overheard bits and pieces of their conversation. They were talking about the upcoming assignments and clinical rotations, but their voices dropped when they mentioned her name. Hana caught snippets of their gossip—comments about her relationship with Heeseung, speculation about her friendships, and even snide remarks about her character.

Jieun's voice, in particular, cut through the chatter. "I don't get why Heeseung even bothers with her. She's just a distraction for him. And did you see how Minji and her little group take pity on her? It's pathetic."

Hana felt her cheeks burn with humiliation and anger. She knew Jieun didn't like her, but hearing her words spoken so openly stung more than she expected. She clenched her fists, trying to compose herself as Jieun turned towards her, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Hana, didn't expect to see you here," Jieun said casually, her tone laced with condescension.

Hana forced herself to meet Jieun's gaze, her jaw tightening. "I'm here to learn, just like everyone else."

Jieun tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Of course. But let's be real, Hana. You and I both know why you're here."

Hana's heart pounded in her chest, her hands trembling with rage. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Jieun leaned closer, her voice dripping with disdain. "Oh, come on. We all know about you and Heeseung. You're just another girl he's messing around with. You think he cares about you?"

The words hit Hana like a punch to the gut. She felt a surge of emotions—humiliation, anger, and a deep sadness. She wanted to defend herself, to lash out at Jieun, but she knew it would only fuel the fire.

Instead, she took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice. "You don't know anything about me, Jieun."

Jieun chuckled mockingly. "Sure, keep telling yourself that, sweetie."

Hana's heart raced as Jieun's cutting words echoed in her mind. After enduring the rest of the class with a heavy heart, she packed her things quickly, eager to escape the hostile atmosphere Jieun's presence had created. As she hurried out of the classroom, she spotted Heeseung in the corridor, about to head towards her.

"Hees-," Hana started, but before she could say anything else, Jieun's voice rang out.

"Heeseung!" Jieun called out, a wide smile on her face as she approached him.

Hana froze, her heart sinking as she watched Jieun throw her arms around Heeseung in a familiar hug. Heeseung glanced over Jieun's shoulder and caught Hana's eye, but his expression remained unreadable. With a tight smile, he disengaged from Jieun's embrace and turned towards Hana.

"Hana, hey," Heeseung said, his tone cautious.

Hana managed a weak smile, her voice barely above a whisper. "Hey."

Before Heeseung could say anything else, Jieun interjected. "Heeseung, let's grab lunch together. I'm starving."

Hana's heart sank as Jieun's voice cut through the tense air between her and Heeseung. She watched helplessly as Heeseung's expression shifted, his guarded demeanour softening into a smile at Jieun's suggestion.

"Yeah, that sounds great," Heeseung replied, his tone casual as Jieun clasped her hands around Heeseung's bicep.

 She felt Jieun's eyes on her, a knowing smirk playing on her lips before she turned and walked away with Heeseung, their laughter fading into the distance.

Left alone in the corridor, Hana's shoulders slumped as she turned towards her dorm room. Each step felt heavier than the last, burdened by the weight of betrayal and rejection. She closed the door behind her with a soft click and leaned against it, her breath coming in shaky exhales.

Sat in her dorm room, her thoughts consumed by the events of the day. Ji

Eun's hurtful words echoed in her mind like a relentless taunt, and the image of Heeseung laughing with her felt like a betrayal. Despite the ache in her heart, she knew she couldn't ignore it any longer. With a deep breath, she picked up her phone and typed out a message to Heeseung.

"Hey, Heeseung. Can we meet up later? I need to talk to you."

After sending the message, Hana tried to distract herself from studying, but her mind kept drifting back to the hurtful encounter with Jieun and Heeseung's reaction. She couldn't shake off the feeling of betrayal and the ache in her heart.

As the hours passed, Hana found herself anxiously watching the clock, waiting for the agreed-upon time to meet Heeseung. When the moment finally arrived, she gathered her courage and made her way to their meeting spot on campus—a quiet corner beneath a sprawling oak tree, usually a sanctuary for their conversations.

Heeseung was already there when Hana arrived, sitting on the familiar bench with his gaze fixed somewhere in the distance. He looked up as she approached, his expression guarded but tinged with a hint of concern.

"Hana," he greeted quietly, his voice betraying a trace of uncertainty.

Hana took a seat beside him, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to find the right words. The air between them felt heavy with unspoken tension and unresolved emotions.

Hana took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before speaking. She looked at Heeseung, who was sitting beside her on the bench, his expression expectant yet guarded.

"Heeseung, there's something I need to talk to you about," Hana began, her voice steady but tinged with emotion.

Heeseung nodded his gaze intent on her. "Sure, Hana. What's on your mind?"

Hana hesitated for a moment, gathering her courage to confront the uncomfortable truth. "It's about Jieun."

Heeseung's brow furrowed slightly. "Jieun? What about her?"

Taking another deep breath, Hana recounted the hurtful encounter she had with Jieun earlier in the day. She described Jieun's derogatory remarks, the accusations, and the deep sense of betrayal she had felt.

"She said those things to my face, Heeseung," Hana explained, her voice trembling with the weight of her emotions. "And... and I saw you with her afterwards."

Heeseung listened in silence, his expression unreadable as he processed Hana's words. When she finished speaking, there was a tense silence between them, the air thick with unspoken tension.

Finally, Heeseung spoke, his voice measured and cautious. "Hana, I think there's been a misunderstanding."

Hana's brow furrowed in disbelief. "A misunderstanding? Heeseung, Jieun said those things to my face. How can you defend her?"

Heeseung sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Hana, Jieun is my friend. She wouldn't say those things without a reason."

"But she did, and what she called me was uncalled for." Hana insisted, her voice cracking with hurt, her heart sinking at his response, her eyes filling with tears despite her efforts to remain composed. "And seeing you with her afterwards... It just hurt."

Heeseung looked away, his jaw tightening slightly. "Hana, I think you're overreacting. Jieun has her way of expressing herself."

Tears streamed down Hana's cheeks now, her voice trembling with emotion. "Oh, so I'm overreacting? What kind of friend are you to be believing her over me?"

Heeseung hesitated, his gaze flickering with uncertainty. "Hana, it's not about choosing sides. I just..."

Before he could finish, Hana interrupted, her voice wavering with hurt and frustration. "I thought you were my friend, Heeseung. I thought you cared about me."

Heeseung's expression softened, guilt flickering in his eyes as he reached out tentatively towards her. "Hana, I do care about you. You know that."

"But not enough to believe me," Hana replied bitterly, pulling away slightly.

Heeseung ran a hand through his hair again, his frustration evident. "Hana, this is all just... It's complicated. Can't we just move past this?"

Hana shook her head, her tears now flowing freely down her cheeks. "I can't just pretend like nothing happened, Heeseung. Not after everything."

Heeseung looked torn, his expression clouded with conflict as he weighed his words carefully. "Hana, I think you're being a bit dramatic about this."

Hana shook her head in disbelief, feeling a deep sense of betrayal. "I thought you were my friend, Heeseung."

Hana wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, her voice barely a whisper. "It's not your fault that you don't love me. It's my fault because I fell in love with you."

Heeseung's eyes widened with surprise and regret, but before he could respond, Hana stood up abruptly, shaking her head in disbelief, and wiping away her tears with frustration. "I need some time alone."

Heeseung hesitated, his hand reaching out towards her briefly before he let it fall back to his side. "Hana, wait..."

But Hana had already turned away, her footsteps echoing down the corridor as she walked away from him.

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·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳Lee Heeseung x Fem!Reader GENRE! Tooth-rotting Fluff!! Very light angst ✎SYNOPSIS! In the underground scene of illegal motorcycle racing, (Name) and Heeseung have always had an exciting but unclear relationship. During Heeseung's riskiest race to date, feelings intensify, resulting in a moment that changes their connection for good.〘WC: 2.7k〙 『 ↳✧･ﾟ Warnings ; Illegal Activities ↳˳;; ❝ ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱʜᴇʟꜰᵕ̈೫

The air was thick with the scent of gasoline and adrenaline, the hum of motorcycle engines filling the alleyway. (Name) stood at the edge of the crowd, watching as Heeseung leaned against his bike, a confident grin on his face. He looked like he belonged there—cool, collected, his dark eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on her. His grin softened, and he pushed off the bike, making his way over to her with a casual swagger. More Undercut

“Hey,” he greeted, his voice low and smooth. “Didn’t think you’d make it tonight.”

“I told you I’d be here,” she replied, trying to keep her tone light despite the rapid beating of her heart. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Heeseung’s grin widened, and he reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “Glad to hear it. I like having you around, you know.”

A blush crept up her cheeks, and she looked away, trying to hide her smile. “Yeah, well, someone’s got to make sure you don’t do anything stupid.”

He laughed, a deep, genuine sound that sent a shiver down her spine. “You know me too well.”

She smiled, but there was an underlying tension in her chest. She had been coming to these races for weeks now, watching Heeseung push himself to the limit, flirting with danger at every turn. She knew how much he loved it—the thrill, the speed, the competition—but it scared her. She couldn’t help but worry every time he got on that bike, her heart in her throat until he crossed the finish line.

“I do know you,” she replied softly, her eyes meeting his. “And that’s what scares me.”

Heeseung’s smile faltered, and he took a step closer, his expression turning serious. “Hey, I’m careful,” he said, his voice gentle. “I promise.”

“I know,” she whispered, her fingers twisting together nervously. “But it doesn’t make it any easier.”

Heeseung reached out, taking her hands in his, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over her knuckles. “I don’t want you to worry about me,” he murmured. “I want you to trust me. Can you do that?” She hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching his. "I’ll try," she finally said, her voice barely audible over the noise of the crowd. Her words were sincere, but her heart was still heavy with uncertainty. She wanted to trust him, to believe that he would always come out of these races unscathed, but the fear lingered.

“Good,” Heeseung replied, his grip tightening on her hands as if to reassure her. “Because I’ve got something planned for us after the race. Something special.”

She raised an eyebrow, curiosity flickering in her eyes. “Special? Are you going to give me a hint, or do I have to wait?”

His grin returned, the playful spark she was so familiar with lighting up his features. “You’ll just have to be patient,” he teased, leaning in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “But I promise, you’re going to love it.”

Before she could respond, the sound of engines revving louder filled the air. The announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers, calling the racers to the starting line. Heeseung released her hands, his expression shifting back to the serious, determined look he wore whenever he was about to race. He turned to walk away, but stopped, glancing back at her one more time.

“Just stay right there,” he said, nodding towards the spot where she stood. “I want to see you as soon as I cross that finish line.”

(Name) nodded, biting her lower lip to keep from smiling too wide. “I’m not going anywhere,” she assured him.

Heeseung winked at her, then turned and jogged towards his bike, slipping his helmet on as he went. He mounted the bike with the ease of someone who had done it a thousand times before, his body settling into a familiar rhythm as he revved the engine a few times, testing it. The sound was deafening, the crowd around them cheering and shouting, but all (Name) could focus on was the figure of Heeseung on that bike, his silhouette backlit by the streetlights.

Her heart thudded heavily in her chest, anxiety twisting in her stomach as the countdown began. She held her breath, her eyes locked on him, silently praying that everything would be alright.

The flag dropped, and the bikes shot forward like bullets from a gun. Heeseung was quick off the line, immediately taking an aggressive stance as he maneuvered around the other racers. His movements were fluid and precise, each turn calculated, each acceleration deliberate. He made it look easy, but (Name) knew just how much focus and skill it took to handle a bike like that at those speeds.

As they rounded the first corner, Heeseung was already pulling ahead, his bike weaving in and out of the competitors with an almost dangerous grace. She felt her breath catch in her throat, her eyes wide as she watched him navigate the tight turns and sharp curves of the makeshift track. The other racers were close behind, but he kept his lead, pushing harder, faster.

But then, out of nowhere, one of the other racers—a newcomer she hadn’t seen before, riding a sleek black motorcycle—cut sharply across the track, trying to overtake Heeseung. Her heart jumped into her throat as she watched the two bikes come dangerously close to colliding, her hands instinctively reaching up to cover her mouth.

Heeseung didn’t flinch. He swerved expertly to avoid the collision, but the move cost him some of his speed. The black bike took the lead, and for a moment, (Name) felt a wave of fear wash over her. She could see the determination in Heeseung’s posture, the way he leaned forward, urging his bike to go faster. He wasn’t going to let this newcomer beat him.

With a surge of speed, Heeseung closed the gap, his bike roaring as he accelerated. The two racers were neck and neck, the crowd screaming and cheering as they tore down the final stretch. (Name)’s heart was in her throat, her hands trembling with nerves. She knew how much this race meant to Heeseung—how much he needed this win.

In a daring move, Heeseung leaned into the final turn, cutting sharply to the inside. The newcomer tried to block him, but Heeseung was quicker, slipping past with inches to spare. The crowd went wild, and (Name) felt a surge of pride and relief. He was almost there—just a few more seconds, and he would cross the finish line.

But then, something happened.

A loud bang echoed through the air, and Heeseung’s bike wobbled. (Name) felt her heart stop, her breath catching in her throat as she saw the back tire blow out. Heeseung fought to keep control, his muscles straining, his face a mask of concentration. Time seemed to slow down, each second stretching into eternity as he struggled to steady the bike.

For a terrifying moment, it looked like he was going to crash. The bike swerved wildly, skidding on the asphalt. (Name) could hear the gasps and shouts from the crowd, could feel the panic rising in her chest. She wanted to scream, to run out onto the track and stop him, but she was frozen, her eyes locked on Heeseung.

But somehow, against all odds, he managed to regain control. Heeseung leaned hard to the right, guiding the bike back on course. He was losing speed fast, the other racers zooming past him, but he didn’t give up. With a final burst of effort, he pushed the bike forward, crossing the finish line seconds behind the newcomer.

The crowd erupted into a mix of cheers and gasps, and (Name) felt a wave of relief so intense it left her dizzy. She pushed through the crowd, rushing towards him as he brought the bike to a halt, his chest heaving with exertion. He pulled off his helmet, and for a moment, he just sat there, his face pale, his breath coming in sharp gasps.

“Heeseung!” she called out, her voice breaking with emotion as she reached him. “Are you okay?”

He looked up, his eyes meeting hers, and he managed a small, tired smile. “Yeah,” he panted, nodding. “I’m fine… just a little shaken up.”

(Name) felt tears pricking at her eyes, and she reached out, pulling him into a tight hug. “You scared me,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I thought… I thought you were going to crash.”

Heeseung hugged her back, his arms wrapping around her waist, holding her close. “I’m sorry,” he murmured against her hair. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m okay, I promise.”

She pulled back slightly, her hands framing his face, her eyes searching his. “Don’t do that again,” she said, her voice firm. “Don’t take risks like that.”

Heeseung’s smile softened, and he nodded. “I’ll try,” he promised. “For you, I’ll try.”

And in that moment, with the noise of the crowd fading into the background and the cool night air surrounding them, (Name) realized just how much he meant to her—how much she cared about him, how much she didn’t want to lose him. It wasn’t just a situationship anymore. Not for her.

Heeseung seemed to sense the shift in her emotions, his thumb brushing over her cheek as he gazed at her. “Come on,” he said softly, “let’s get out of here. I still have that surprise for you.”

She nodded, swallowing hard, trying to steady her racing heart. Heeseung took her hand, leading her away from the crowd, down a quieter side street. As they walked, the tension slowly began to dissipate, replaced by a growing sense of anticipation.

After a few minutes, they arrived at an old garage tucked away at the edge of town. Heeseung led her inside, flipping on the lights to reveal a motorcycle that looked almost brand new, its chrome shining under the fluorescent lights.

“This is it?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Heeseung nodded, a grin spreading across his face. “Yeah, but it’s not just any bike. This is ours. I’ve been working on it for weeks, fixing it up. I wanted to take you on a trip… just you and me. No races, no crowd. Just us.”

(Name) stared at the bike, her heart swelling with emotion. “You did all this… for me?”

Heeseung’s smile softened, and he stepped closer, taking her hands in his. “For us,” he corrected gently. “Because I want more than just this… more than just the races and the adrenaline. I want to be with you. Really be with you.”

Tears filled her eyes, and she nodded, a smile breaking across her face. “I’d like that,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Heeseung leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers. “Then let’s get out of here,” he murmured, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, lingering kiss. “Let’s find out what’s waiting for us on the open road.” They climbed onto the bike, (Name) settling in behind Heeseung, her arms instinctively wrapping around his waist. The engine roared to life, vibrating beneath them as Heeseung gave the throttle a twist. She could feel his heartbeat steadying against her chest, could feel the tension in his shoulders relax as they pulled away from the garage and onto the open road.

The cool night air whipped around them, carrying away the last remnants of the adrenaline from the race. The city lights blurred as they sped down the empty streets, the wind rushing past them, their surroundings turning into a mix of dark shadows and flickering lights. The feeling was exhilarating, but different from the races—there was no pressure, no crowd watching, no danger lurking at every corner. It was just the two of them, the road, and the hum of the engine beneath them.

(Name) rested her cheek against his back, closing her eyes for a moment, letting the calm wash over her. She hadn’t realized how much she needed this—just being with him, away from the chaos of the races, where it felt like nothing else mattered. Heeseung’s hands were steady on the handlebars, his posture relaxed as he navigated the winding roads with ease. She could feel the tension in her chest easing with every mile they covered.

After a while, they left the city behind, the buildings thinning out as they headed towards the hills. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft, silvery glow over the landscape. Heeseung slowed down as they reached a narrow, tree-lined road, the air filled with the scent of pine and fresh earth.

He pulled over to the side, cutting the engine, and they came to a gentle stop at a small clearing overlooking the city below. The silence was almost deafening after the roar of the engine, and (Name) took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the crisp, cool air.

Heeseung turned to look at her, his eyes soft in the moonlight. “This is where I come when I need to clear my head,” he said quietly, gesturing to the view in front of them. “I thought… maybe you’d like it, too.”

She followed his gaze, her eyes widening as she took in the sight. The city sprawled out below them, a sea of twinkling lights stretching as far as the eye could see. It was beautiful, almost magical, and she felt her heart swell with emotion.

“It’s perfect,” she whispered, her voice barely louder than the breeze rustling through the leaves.

Heeseung smiled, his hand reaching out to take hers. “I wanted to share it with you,” he said, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “To show you a piece of me that’s not just the racing, the speed… all that noise.”

She turned to look at him, her heart skipping a beat at the sincerity in his eyes. “Thank you,” she murmured, squeezing his hand. “For trusting me with this.”

Heeseung’s gaze softened, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against her forehead in a gentle, lingering kiss. “I trust you more than anyone,” he whispered against her skin. “And I want you to know that, no matter what… I’ll always come back to you.”

Tears pricked at her eyes, and she blinked them away, her smile bright and unrestrained. “I know,” she replied, her voice trembling slightly. “And I’ll always be here, waiting for you.”

Heeseung’s lips curled into a small smile, and he leaned back, pulling her into his arms. They sat there in silence for a long moment, just holding each other, the world around them fading into the background. For the first time in a long while, (Name) felt at peace.

Eventually, Heeseung pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers. “So, about that trip,” he began, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Where do you want to go first?”

(Name) laughed, a light, airy sound that felt good in her chest. “Anywhere,” she replied, her smile growing wider. “As long as it’s with you.”

Heeseung chuckled, his hand lifting to cup her cheek. “Then let’s go find out,” he murmured, leaning in to capture her lips in a slow, tender kiss. She melted against him, her arms winding around his neck, her heart fluttering in her chest.

When they finally pulled away, breathless and smiling, Heeseung nodded towards the bike. “Ready?” he asked, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

(Name) nodded, her heart racing for an entirely different reason now. “Ready,” she confirmed, her voice filled with certainty.

Heeseung’s smile widened, and he started the bike once more, the engine purring to life. As they pulled away from the clearing and back onto the road, (Name) couldn’t help but feel that this was just the beginning—a new chapter, a new adventure, one filled with possibilities she hadn’t dared to imagine before.

The road stretched out ahead of them, endless and inviting, and for the first time, (Name) felt truly free. With her arms wrapped around Heeseung, her heart light and her spirit soaring, she knew that whatever came next, they would face it together.

And that was enough.

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LEE HEESEUNG

heeseung wasnt the nicest nor the most friendly person to meet. he doesn’t talk much nor does he have much friends. but due to his good looks he often had girls fawning over him or receiving love letters in his locker.

it annoyed him; that was until he met you

his little ray of sunshine that could never make him annoyed, his favourite girl that could never make him sad, and his darling, who always cheered him whenever he was feeling agitated.

“baby stop it..” he'd mumble, though his actions say otherwise; his hands were at the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him.

“says the one that won’t stop kissing me.”

“oh shut up.”

PARK JONGSEONG

jay isn’t the person you’d go to to ask for homework tips or to ask for help for. it’s just the way he stares at people and his dark voice that scares them off.

but when he’s with you, his whole demeanour changes. one might even wonder if he has an identical twin because the way he acted around you wasn’t very “jay park” of him.

sometimes he’d be nuzzling his nose against the crown of your head while you talked to your friends, or he could even be seen smiling and laughing at the jokes you made.

you were the bubble in his life he never wanted to pop, bringing colour to his days and a smile on his face.

SIM JAEYUN

calling him scary was an understatement. he only had two facial expressions, one for when he was bored and the other for when he was annoyed. honestly you can just lump them up together and nobody could tell the difference.

that was until your sweet and kind self showed up into his life, or rather barged into his life, is what he’d like to call it.

ever since you came into his life, he finally knew how to smile without being forced to. he knew how to wrap his arms around you and pepper kisses all over your face. you were the only exception and the only victim to his affection.

not that any of you minded anyway.

PARK SUNGHOON

he didn’t gain the title of “ice cold prince” for nothing. he didn’t bat an eye to the girls who gushed about him constantly, nor did he pay any mind to the teachers who complimented him on his performance in school. nobody could really find it in themselves to joke around with him, simply because he was too scary.

to them at least. with you, he was like a lovesick puppy, always following you around. he was used to compliments from others, never really seeking them out; however, when he was around you, he always asked you whether he did well or if he looked handsome.

“hey princess, do i look good today?” he’d ask while burying his face into the part where your neck meets your shoulder.

“what kind of question is that? you’re so silly,” you’d giggle and card your fingers through his hair.

“cmon.. just answer the question.”

“fine fine! you look absolutely adorable and handsome today, my hoonie.”

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✎ PAIRING! Lee Heeseung x Hana Kang (1st person)

✎ SYNOPSIS! You always wondered if Heeseung would love you back. If he would be the perfect Boyfriend. Or even husband... Too bad you're too insecure to even ask him out. But what exactly happens to the two of you after an incident…

✎GENRE! Childhood Friends to Lovers, Angsty at times, written series, unrequited love

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Hana slowly opened her eyes, the remains of her nap leaving her disoriented. She reached for her phone, the screen still lit up from the text she had received. It was from Heeseung.

You have a new message from - Seungie 🦌!!

╔══ Seungie 🦌 ══╗

@Seungie 🦌  Can we talk? Meet me at the café on campus?

Hana's heart dropped as she read the message. Last night's memories rushed back, mixed with the awkwardness from this morning. She knew they needed to talk, but the thought of facing Heeseung again so soon made her stomach twist.

╔══ Seungie 🦌 ══╗

@Seungie 🦌 Can we talk? Meet me at the café on campus?

@Hana🩷  Sure. I'll meet you there. ✓✓ 7:46pm

╚══ ❀•°❀°•❀ ══╝

She quickly freshened up, splashing cold water on her face to shake off the last bits of sleep. Walking to the café, her mind raced with thoughts. What did Heeseung want to say? Did he regret what happened between them? Did she?

The café was a cozy corner spot on campus, usually buzzing with students seeking a quiet refuge. Spotting Heeseung at a corner table, she approached with a mix of nerves and curiosity. He looked up as she reached him, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Hey," she greeted softly, sliding into the seat across from him.

"Hey," Heeseung replied, his tone warm yet uncertain.

There was a moment of silence, both of them unsure how to begin.

"I think we should talk about last night," Heeseung finally broke the silence, his eyes searching hers.

Hana nodded slowly, a knot tightening in her stomach. "Yeah, we probably should."

Heeseung took a deep breath, his gaze steady on her face. "I don't regret what happened, but I think we should clarify things. We've been friends for so long, and I don't want this to change that."

Hana felt a rush of relief that he felt the same way. "I agree. I value our friendship too."

Heeseung nodded thoughtfully. "What if we keep things casual? Friends with benefits, no strings attached."

Hana's eyes widened at his suggestion, her heart sinking a little despite her outward composure. The idea of settling for a casual arrangement stung. But she also didn't want to lose him altogether.

"I think I can do that," she finally replied, trying to sound more confident than she felt. "As long as we're honest with each other."

"Absolutely," Heeseung said earnestly, but Hana couldn't shake the feeling that he didn't quite understand how much this decision weighed on her.

They continued to talk, outlining their understanding of keeping things casual. Just as they were about to part ways, Heeseung's phone buzzed. His sudden change in demeanor didn't go unnoticed by Hana.

"What's going on?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

"It's Jake," Heeseung explained quickly. "He says there's something urgent at the dorm. I'm really sorry, Hana, but I have to go."

Hana nodded silently, her disappointment evident despite her efforts to hide it. "Okay. We'll talk soon?"

Heeseung nodded eagerly. "Definitely. I'll text you later."

As he hurried off, Hana watched him leave with a mix of emotions swirling inside her. She knew agreeing to this arrangement was a risk — one that could either strengthen their bond or complicate things beyond repair. Deep down, she hoped it would the first option.

Hana watched Heeseung disappear into the campus bustle, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She couldn't deny the flutter of excitement at the prospect of exploring something more with him, even if it was just physical. Yet beneath that excitement lay a twinge of sadness — a pang of disappointment that what she truly wanted might never materialize.

She sighed and pushed herself to her feet, deciding she needed a walk to clear her head. The campus was quieter than usual, the sun beginning its lazy descent toward the horizon. Hana wandered aimlessly, lost in thought, replaying their conversation in her mind.

Why did he suggest friends with benefits? Does he not feel the same way? Or is he afraid of something more?

The questions swirled around her, unanswered and unsettling. She found herself at the edge of the campus, where a path led into a serene wooded area. The tranquility of the surroundings offered a brief respite from her racing thoughts.

Leaning against a tree, Hana closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions inside her. She couldn't deny the attraction she felt for Heeseung — it had been there for years, growing stronger despite her best efforts to suppress it. And now, with this new arrangement, it felt both thrilling and terrifying.

What if this changes everything? What if it ruins our friendship?

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, interrupting her thoughts. It was a message from Heeseung.

╔══ Seungie 🦌 ══╗

@Seungie 🦌 Hey, sorry again about rushing off. Just got back to the dorm.

Hana felt a rush of warmth at his message, a small reassurance amidst her doubts. She quickly replied.

╔══ Seungie 🦌 ══╗

@Seungie 🦌 Can we talk? Meet me at the café on campus?

@Hana🩷 No worries!!  Take care. ✓✓ 8:30pm

╚══ ❀•°❀°•❀ ══╝

With a sigh, she pocketed her phone and started back towards her dorm. The evening air was cool against her skin, the fading sunlight casting long shadows across the path. As she walked, she couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to change between her and Heeseung, whether she was ready for it or not.

Minji greeted Hana with a concerned look as she walked through the front door. "Are you okay?" she asked, her brow furrowing. "You look like you've seen hell."

Hana forced a weak smile, trying to dismiss Minji's concern. "I'm okay, just a bit tired," she replied, hoping her friend wouldn't press further.

Minji studied her for a moment, sensing something was amiss but respecting Hana's privacy. "Alright, just let me know if you need anything, okay?"

"Thanks, Minji," Hana said gratefully, grateful for her friend's understanding.

As they headed into the living room, Minji continued, "So, any plans for tonight?"

Hana hesitated, unsure how much to share. She trusted Minji with her life, but some things were best kept private ,at least for now.

"Lets just chill," Hana replied with a shrug, hoping to deflect any further inquiries.

Minji raised an eyebrow. "Come on,I can tell something's up."

Hana sighed, knowing Minji wouldn't let it go. "It's... it's complicated," she finally admitted, choosing her words carefully.

Minji's expression softened, concern evident in her eyes. "Complicated how?"

Hana hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. She valued Minji's advice and friendship but wasn't ready to share the details of her arrangement with Heeseung.

"I... I've just been dealing with some stuff," Hana replied vaguely, hoping it would satisfy Minji's curiosity.

Minji nodded understandingly, not pressing further. "Alright, well, I'm here if you want to talk about it. Or if you want to do something to take your mind off things."

"Thanks, Minji," Hana said sincerely.

"Anytime," Minji replied with a smile. "Now, how about we order some food and watch that new series you've been wanting to see?"

Hana smiled back, feeling relieved that Minji wasn't pushing her to talk. "That sounds perfect."

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heeseung's head aches more than ever, and for every second that he stares at the minimalist silver pendant sitting still between your collarbones, it's thin silver chain hugging your neck ever so softly, it aches even more.

and now it's the time for his heart. he physically cringes out of guilt when he watches you retract your hand away from his. he just wants to hold your hand in his, wants to embrace the soft warmth that once felt like home, that cosy and cordial sensation that gave him butterflies.

but now that is long gone.

it started with heeseung really. from your shoulders missing the embrace of his arm to his cheeks missing your tickling, feathery kiss. neither of you know when this started; an invisible wall growing between you two, and all you can do is sit and watch, letting the wall increase the distance you've already built in between you both.

“you should focus on the movie instead”, your tone is boring, maybe even annoyed. or maybe none, heeseung simply doesn't know. he can't concentrate on whatever's playing in front of him, his eyes are fixed on your necklace, sending such visuals to his brain out of which he can only think of scenarios that hammers his heart even more.

the pendants’ a heart. it's a fucking heart.

“yeah, i am”, heeseung lies, again. just like the way he lied to you three months ago saying he would definitely attend your birthday party albeit his rough basketball practice.

you searched for your boyfriend's compelling face for hours that evening. waited for him the whole night, an hour passed by, then two, then three. every face in your apartment left and the one that should've been there by your side on the couch, holding you in his arms and kissing you all over, was not there. lee heeseung indeed broke his promise that day, along with a piece of you.

“really? what just happened right now then?”, you yawn, munching on the caramel popcorn, a flavour you didn't really like. but heeseung is unable to answer your question right now, he doesn't find enough words to formulate a sentence and explain why he didn't really know what was going on in the movie. his eyes just mindlessly read over the subtitles at the bottom of the screen not really getting the context behind it, there are more vital thoughts in the back of his head, eating him alive in this moment.

heeseung mentally curses himself for instances that took place months ago. instances which once broke your heart, you cried over it, burying your face in the pillow and then eventually forgetting about it. instances that heeseung never cared enough to think about twice before going to bed, or use to reflect on his actions or even think about it.

but suddenly heeseung wishes he could go back in time and return to your birthday party that evening, he wishes he was not that casual to flirt with your best friend in front of you, he wishes he hadn't caused those meaningless arguments with you, he wishes he'd never told you that his ex was better. heeseung wishes he was a better boyfriend for you.

“this one new?”, and heeseung's eyes are back on the necklace you were wearing, it's dainty silver heart infuriating him even more and he can't find the reason why. why the fuck can't he recognize the necklace?

“this one?”, you very well know which one he means when you point at the silver necklace on your neck, or else why will you be sitting with your cardigan pushed all the way down to your collarbones? “you gave it to me, don't you remember?”, you smile.

“not really”, heeseung trails off, a smile from you felt odd after days of cold shoulder from you. it doesn't feel genuine though, so he returns another fake smile hoping you wouldn't notice, “maybe i forgot.”

heeseung can never forget, never ever when it comes to you. he might have been the worst boyfriend ever but he's dying for your touch right now, maybe playing hard to get in your own relationship got him? he can't bet on being ‘good boyfriend’ all over again, he knows he fucked up. but he can bet on one thing though.

he swears and he swears to god and all his 23 years of life, he has never bought that necklace for you.

‘cause why the fuck would it have a ‘J’ engraved on it?

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✎ PAIRING! Lee Heeseung x Hana Kang (1st person)

✎ SYNOPSIS! You always wondered if Heeseung would love you back. If he would be the perfect Boyfriend. Or even husband... Too bad you're too insecure to even ask him out. But what exactly happens to the two of you after an incident…

✎GENRE! Childhood Friends to Lovers, Angsty at times, written series, unrequited love

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A warmth spread through me at his words, and before I could overthink it, I leaned in and kissed him again, my lips meeting his with a mix of longing and excitement. Heeseung's response was immediate and passionate; his arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer as our kiss deepened.

His lips were soft yet assertive against mine, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I melted into his embrace, my hands finding their way to the back of his neck, tangling in his hair as if to glue myself to him.

The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the sensation of his warm breath mingling with mine, the gentle rhythm of our kisses filling the space between us. Each touch, each caress spoke volumes of the unspoken emotions I've kept hidden for so long.

As our lips collided for nth time, I felt a rush of emotions—the thrill of desire and the euphoria of finally crossing that threshold with someone who meant so much to me. It was a moment of pure connection, where words were unnecessary, and our actions spoke louder than any confession could.

As we lingered in that intimate embrace, the air between us thick with unspoken desire, Heeseung's touch on my cheek sent a shiver down my spine. His gaze held mine, intense and filled with a mixture of longing and tenderness that left me breathless.

"I don't want this night to end," Heeseung whispered, his voice husky with emotion.

I swallowed hard, feeling a rush of anticipation coursing through me. "Me neither," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper.

Heeseung's fingers trailed from my cheek to the nape of my neck, sending a wave of tingles through me. "Do you trust me, Hana?" he asked softly, his breath warm against my lips.

Without hesitation, I nodded, my heart pounding with excitement and nerves.

Heeseung leaned in, his lips grazing my neck with feather-light kisses that sent electric pulses through my body. Each touch was tender yet passionate, leaving a trail of wet, gentle kisses along my collarbone.

I gasped softly, my fingers threading through his hair as he continued to kiss my neck. Heeseung's murmurs of admiration and desire sent a rush of heat coursing through me. "You looked so beautiful tonight," he mumbled against my skin, his voice thick with desperation.

His words, coupled with the intensity of his kisses, made my knees weak with desire. I tilted my head back, offering him more access, lost in the intoxicating sensation of his lips on my skin.

As Heeseung pulled away, his lips were swollen and glistening with a hint of moisture, evidence of our passionate exchange. His eyes, usually so composed, now looked blown wide with desire and emotion, reflecting the intensity of the moment we had shared.

I caught my breath, feeling a rush of heat spread through me as I gazed at him, unable to tear my eyes away from his captivating gaze. The room seemed to pulse with the electricity between us, and I could hear the sound of our mingled breaths, heavy with anticipation.

Heeseung's hand gently brushed against my cheek, his touch tender yet filled with longing. "Hana," he whispered hoarsely, his voice filled with a mix of reverence and desire.

I reached out, tracing the curve of his jaw with trembling fingers, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my touch. "Heeseung," I murmured back, my voice barely a whisper, my heart racing with a heady combination of excitement and nervousness.

In that charged moment, time seemed to stand still as we stood there, locked in a silent exchange of unspoken words and raw emotion. The air around us crackled with anticipation, each heartbeat echoing the mutual longing we felt for each other.

Without another word, Heeseung pulled me close once more, his lips finding mine in a kiss that reignited the fiery passion between us. His hands roamed eagerly over my body, igniting a trail of sensation wherever they touched. My back pressed against his bed, a thrilling mix of vulnerability and desire washing over me.

His kisses deepened, his tongue seeking entrance into my mouth, and I welcomed him eagerly, tasting the sweet, heady flavour of our shared desire. Every touch, every caress spoke of a hunger that had been building between us, now unleashed in a frenzy of need and longing.

I moaned softly into his mouth, the sound reverberating between us, as his hands slid under my shirt, tracing the curve of my spine, sending shivers down my spine. Heeseung's breath was hot against my skin as he kissed his way down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

"God, Hana," he breathed against my ear, his voice husky with desire. "You drive me crazy."

His words only fuelled my desire, igniting a primal need within me that begged for more. In that heated moment, with our bodies pressed together and our hearts beating as one, I knew that there was no turning back. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth and intimacy of his touch, I knew that this night was far from over.

I gasped softly as his lips found the sensitive curve of my neck, his touch gentle yet possessive. His hands roamed over my body, exploring with a familiarity that made my pulse race. Each touch ignited a fire within me, drawing me closer to him in a dance of longing and desire.

My hands found their way to his shirt, fingers deftly working to unbutton it, eager to feel more of his skin against mine. Heeseung responded with a low growl of approval, his lips finding mine once more in a hungry kiss that spoke volumes of our mutual yearning.

Lost in the intoxicating rush of pleasure and connection, we surrendered to the moment, our bodies moving together in a rhythm as old as time. The world outside faded away, leaving only the sensation of his touch, the whispered promises exchanged between us, and the overwhelming feeling of being consumed by each other.

In the dim light of his room, our passion burned bright, a flame that flickered with every kiss, every caress. It was a night of surrender, of letting go of inhibitions and giving in to the undeniable pull drawing us closer. And as we moved in unison, exploring and cherishing each other, I knew that this was more than just physical intimacy—it was a celebration of the deep connection we had discovered, a promise of shared moments and endless possibilities.

As the night wore on, our bodies entwined and our hearts beating as one, I found myself falling deeper in love with Heeseung, grateful for the unexpected journey that had brought us to this moment of pure bliss.

The Next Morning

Waking up with a pounding headache was not a good way to wake up with the soft light of dawn flickering through the curtains,into my eyes. I stirred from a deep slumber, my senses slowly returning as I became aware of the warmth beside me.

Turning slightly, I saw Heeseung still asleep, his features softened in the early morning light. Memories of the night before flooded my mind—moments of intimacy that had left an lasting mark on my heart.

But as I lay there, a wave of panic suddenly washed over me, creeping in like a cold draft in the warmth of the room. Doubts and fears clouded my mind—what did last night mean? Was it just a moment of love or something less?

Carefully untangling myself from Heeseung's embrace, I slipped out of bed, trying not to disturb him. My heart raced as I hastily gathered my clothes, my movements frantic with the need to escape the overwhelming emotions swirling inside me.

As I reached for the door, a sense of unease gripped me. I hesitated for a moment, my hand on the doorknob, before deciding to leave. But as I walked down the hallway, my mind a whirlwind of confusion, I passed a closed door and froze.

Faint voices drifted through the crack beneath the door—a familiar laugh that sent a jolt of recognition through me. It was Minji's voice, unmistakable in its warmth and familiarity. And with her, I heard another voice—Jake's voice, low and murmuring.

Without another word, without looking back, I turned away from the closed door and hurried down the hallway, my steps heavy with the weight of uncertainty and heartache. The morning light that had seemed so gentle and promising only moments ago now felt harsh and unforgiving.

As I made my way back to my own dorm, the weight of  confusion hung heavy on my shoulders. Each step felt like a struggle, as if I were carrying not just my own emotions.

Back in my room, I closed the door behind me with a sense of finality, shutting out the world and the painful memories that threatened to consume me. I leaned against the door, taking a moment to collect myself.

I moved mechanically, shedding the clothes that still carried the scent of Heeseung, a reminder of a night that had begun with promise but ended in confusion.

Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I realised it was best for me to cover the hickeys that Heeseung left last night due to my classes later in the day.As I stood under the shower, letting the warm water wash away the physical remnants of the night, I allowed myself to acknowledge the depth of my emotions. Anger and sadness they swirled together in a mix, threatening to overwhelm me once more.

After showering and dressing in fresh clothes, I sat by the window, staring out at the world beyond.

After sitting by the window for a while, lost in my thoughts, I realized that I couldn't stay in my room forever.

"Gosh this is so embarrassing. Not only did I walk out on him, but its going to be so awkward seeing him again" I whined to myself as I pushed myself up from my windowsill.

 With a deep breath, I began to gather my things, focusing on the routine of getting ready for the day ahead.

 I pulled out my backpack and carefully organized my books and notes for school, trying to channel my energy into something productive.

With a final glance around my room, I grabbed my keys and phone, slipping them into my bag. Taking a deep breath, I left my room behind, closing the door, locking it. 

After a busy morning of classes and trying to keep my mind occupied, I met up with Minji and our friends for lunch at our favourite spot on campus. The sun was shining brightly, and the chatter of students filled the air, creating a lively atmosphere that lifted my spirits despite the lingering unease from the previous night.

As we settled around a table shaded by overhanging branches, the mood among our friends was a mix of curiosity and concern. Minji gently brought up the topic as we picked at our food.

"So, spill Hana!" Minji leaned forward, her eyes wide with excitement and curiosity. "What happened after Heeseung dragged you away from us at the party last night?  

Hanni and Danielle exchanged knowing glances, clearly eager to hear the juicy details. Hyein and Haerin, always up for a bit of gossip, leaned closer, their smiles mischievous.

I chuckled nervously, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks under their playful scrutiny. "Well," I began, trying to downplay the intensity of the moment, "let's just say we did not just sleep in his room..."

Minji raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. "So you guys fucked?"

"Um, well, yeah, things definitely got... interesting," I admitted, trying to find a way to change the subject.

Before I could finish, Minji gasped dramatically. "Cmon tell us! We won't make it into a big deal!"

I stared sheepishly, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and excitement at reliving the moment with my friends. "Well...we did more than just kissing...."

Hyein and Haerin giggled, clearly enjoying the gossip. "So, what happened next? Did you two become an item overnight?"

I shook my head, a wistful smile playing on my lips. "Not exactly. The morning after was... a bit complicated."

Minji nodded trying to understand my situation a bit more. "Hey, I get it. Sometimes life doesn't play out the way you want it to, but don't worry, you and Heeseung are so gonna start dating."

As we continued chatting over lunch, the mood lightened, and I found myself grateful for the support and understanding of my friends. 

As we continued to chat and laugh over lunch, the atmosphere around our table remained light-hearted and supportive. Minji kept the conversation flowing effortlessly, while Hanni and Danielle added their witty remarks and anecdotes from their latest adventures. Hyein and Haerin chimed in with their own playful banter, creating a sense of  closeness that lifted my spirits.

Just as we were debating about the new teachers at Decelis, I noticed Jake and Heeseung making their way over to our table. Jake, with golden retriever like smile and laid-back demeanour, waved at us as he approached. Heeseung followed closely behind, his expression being quite unreadable.

"Hey, ladies," Jake greeted us warmly, sliding into an empty chair next to Minji before pecking her cheek. "Mind if we join you?"

"Of course not," Minji replied with a grin, motioning for Heeseung to take the remaining seat beside me. "Pull up a chair, Heeseung."

Heeseung nodded gratefully, his eyes meeting mine briefly before he sat down. There was a moment of awkward silence, filled only by the clinking of utensils and the distant hum of conversation around us.

"So," Jake started casually, breaking the tension, "what are you girls talking about?"

Minji flashed a mischievous grin at Jake's question. "Oh, just sharing our thoughts on the new male teachers." she replied, casting a playful glance in my direction.

Hanni and Danielle nodded in agreement, their expressions lighting up with excitement. "Yeah, especially Mr. Lee," Danielle added with a grin. "He's been surprisingly kind."

"He's practically a sweetheart," Hanni chimed in, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

I couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in Heeseung's demeanour as Mr. Lee's name came up. His jaw tensed ever so slightly, a flicker of unease crossing his features before he quickly masked it with a nonchalant smile.

"Oh yeah?" Heeseung said casually, though there was an edge to his voice. "Mr. Lee sounds like quite the charmer."

Minji raised an eyebrow subtly. "Oh, Hana was just telling us how Mr. Lee helped her with that difficult assignment last week," she interjected smoothly, shooting me a knowing look.

I glanced at Heeseung, sensing his discomfort, and decided to steer the conversation in a different direction. "Yeah, he's been really supportive," I said casually, trying to alleviate any tension. "But I'm sure all the teachers here are great."

Heeseung nodded, though his expression remained. "Definitely," he murmured, his eyes briefly meeting mine before flickering away.

As we continued chatting about school and upcoming assignments, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between Heeseung and me. His reaction to Mr. Lee's kindness lingered in the air, a silent reminder of the complication that lay beneath the surface of our friendship.

After lunch, we parted ways to our individual classes, I found myself reflecting on Heeseung's reaction. It was clear that the tension between us was quite strange and had stirred up emotions for both of us.

As I walked back to my dorm, I made a beeline straight to my bedroom. I shut the door behind me and quickly changed into my comfy clothes. Without wasting a moment, I headed straight to my bed, eager for a good nap. Just as I settled under the covers and closed my eyes, my phone dinged with a new text message.

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SYNOPSIS > When you turned 18, you heard your best friend’s favourite song. Turns out, it was just one of the various signs to finding your soulmate. However, you couldn’t bring this up to jake. Not when he was in a happy relationship with your other best friend! Would you choose heartbreak or sacrifice your happiness for the sake of keeping the friendship?

ONE – wingwoman

*takes place 7 years ago*

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a/n: LETS GO FIRST CHAPTER🗣🗣🗣 also if you're confused. this is before jake and aria dated and before (name) or you realised that you liked jake. in other words, take the first few chapters as a flashback into the past😁 before finding out you were jake's soulmate

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okay, i’m over this person and over talking about this mess. but, they’ve sent me DMs and sent me asks again under this username. im only posting this to make you aware of this account. if you’re one of my writing mutuals you should just block this person, cause if you write Jake in anyway they don’t like, you’ll be on their shit list too. they have multiple accounts and continue to make more so I’m sure they’ll still be around unfortunately, but this is getting completely out of hand. block/report.

CRUSHIN ON CUPID

[07] I like stupid men

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Synopsis: Desperate and helpless, Heeseung sends a dm to the trusted CupidConfessions.Com in search for a "love connection" with you. Unfortunately, he's oblivious to the fact that his crush is the anonymous Cupid. You're a fulltime hopeless romantic and part time admin of the university confessions account. Sparks and tension ignite when you realise that your love life wouldn't be as simple as the connections you made for others.

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"You don't have to do all this, you know."

Warnings: None!! WC- 218 Paring ▹ Park Jay X Fem!Reader, Established Relationship

(Name) stood in the centre of Jay Park’s luxurious penthouse, her arms crossed as she eyed the latest gifts he had brought in. Designer bags, jewellery, and a bouquet of her favourite flowers—all arranged carefully on the grand marble table.

Jay, leaning casually against the kitchen island, just smirked. “But I want to,” he replied, his tone light and teasing. “You deserve the best, and I can give you that.”

(Name) sighed, walking over to the table, her fingers lightly brushing over the leather of a new handbag. “It’s not about deserving it. You spoil me too much.”

Jay pushed off the counter and strolled toward her, his presence effortlessly commanding. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. “Let me take care of you. Let me do this.”

She looked up at him, her expression softening. It was hard to argue when he looked at her like that, with such sincerity and affection. “You’re impossible,” she murmured, though there was no real annoyance in her voice.

“I know,” he replied with a grin, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “But you love me anyway.”

(Name) rolled her eyes playfully, leaning into his embrace. “Yeah, I do.”

And as Jay held her close, he couldn’t help but think that no matter how much he spoiled her, it would never be enough to show how much he truly cared.

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"You don't have to do all this, you know."

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳Park Jongseong x Reader GENRE! Pure Fluff! Established Relationship〘WC: 218〙 『 ↳✧･ﾟ Warnings ; None!! ↳˳;; ❝ ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱʜᴇʟꜰᵕ̈೫˚

(Name) stood in the centre of Jay Park’s luxurious penthouse, her arms crossed as she eyed the latest gifts he had brought in. Designer bags, jewellery, and a bouquet of her favourite flowers—all arranged carefully on the grand marble table. More Under Cut

Jay, leaning casually against the kitchen island, just smirked. “But I want to,” he replied, his tone light and teasing. “You deserve the best, and I can give you that.”

(Name) sighed, walking over to the table, her fingers lightly brushing over the leather of a new handbag. “It’s not about deserving it. You spoil me too much.”

Jay pushed off the counter and strolled toward her, his presence effortlessly commanding. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. “Let me take care of you. Let me do this.”

She looked up at him, her expression softening. It was hard to argue when he looked at her like that, with such sincerity and affection. “You’re impossible,” she murmured, though there was no real annoyance in her voice.

“I know,” he replied with a grin, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “But you love me anyway.”

(Name) rolled her eyes playfully, leaning into his embrace. “Yeah, I do.”

And as Jay held her close, he couldn’t help but think that no matter how much he spoiled her, it would never be enough to show how much he truly cared.

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