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౨ৎ brother's best friend!heeseung x fem!reader genres. fluff, text au, an attempt at humor was made, heeseung is silly and yn is aggresive they should kiss.... jay is the Ever Present Cockblock, v lowkey enemies to lovers, idiots in love! warnings. language, kys/murder jokes, lots of sex jokes cause heeseung and yn are losers

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Bleed Me Dry

Lee Heeseung X Y/N

Genre: Yandere Romance/ Thriller/ Stalker

Prompt: "If I carve you into my blood, will you believe my love?"

Word Count: 7K+

WARNING⚠️: Explicit content, profanity, sexual harassment, heated make outs, female stereotyping, use of a derogatory word, violence, lots of blood, aggression, toxic masculinity, yandre, manipulation, mentions of self exit, unhealthy relationships and mental health issues. Y/N described with long hair and brown eyes.

Cameos: Jake, Jay, Sunghoon, Sunoo, Yeji, Karina, Jaemin and Jisung

A/N: Please read the warnings carefully before proceeding. There's heavy discussions and complex character dynamics. None of it is healthy. This is a work of fiction, please read it as such. If I missed out any, lemme know.

Heeseung watched you, mentally tracing the curve of your bottom lip as you awaited the bus, your nose scrunching in disgust at the passing smokers. The fullness of your cheeks flushed red as the scorching heat streamed through your hand’s barrier, and the silky strands of brown hair cascaded down your neck as you climbed up the bus. Your forehead wrinkled as you leaned down to scan your card, and your nimble steps took you to the end row. Sweat drops trickled down the bony line of your collarbone, dipping into your white collar, dampening the fabric as your eyes rolled back and your head fell slack against the teetering glass window.

This was his sign.

He strutted through the door and beelined towards the back. He was so close to settling down, just another step, and he'd be enveloped in your presence when all his plans fell through the window. He halted, his eyes widening in disbelief as a boy settled beside you, unaware of the fury he had just unleashed within Heeseung's blood. Heeseung swallowed the colourful words itching up his throat and forced himself into the seat behind, away from you.

He stared at the gap between your shoulders, bitterness pooling in his chest. Each time the boy's arm brushed against yours, Heeseung's restraint wavered, his nails digging into his palm as he envisioned tearing the boy's joint off for daring to feel you. His temper flared when he spotted your oblivious frame, still, sound asleep like a princess in the comfort of her sheets. You were so perplexingly naive, falling asleep in a bus full of men waiting to pounce on meek girls like yourself. It usually took around forty-five minutes for you to reach home, but you could've at least placed your bag on the vacant seat so no one—except him—would take the spot beside you.

Heeseung trained his gaze on his wristwatch, every tick of the short hand's movement making him lose his mind. He could've been the one pressed against your shoulders, bathing in your essence, had that loser found another spot. Fortunately, he didn't have to dwell in misery for long because at the very next stop, the loser grabbed his bag from the floor, preparing to leave. Heeseung analysed his watch.

Ten minutes. Gone.

Ten minutes he could've spent right beside you.

The boy stood alert, pressing the button, and the bus came to a standstill. As he stepped through the aisle, his foot landed against a round object, throwing him off balance and sending him tumbling to the ground with his jawline scraping against the hard floor. The entire bus gasped in unison as the boy sat up, his frantic gaze searching for the perpetrator.

A round basketball swirled by his feet.

"Shit, that slipped. My bad," Heeseung muttered, standing from his seat and holding out his hand with an apologetic smile, which the unsuspecting boy accepted with an embarrassed grin.

Heeseung watched the boy rub at his injured chin, confused at the ball's magical appearance as he tugged on his bag's strap and stammered out of the bus with an obvious limp.

Hopefully, that injury lasted ten days to account for the ten precious minutes of Heeseung's life.

Immediately, Heeseung turned back, glancing at your limp frame. His heart raced at the sight. He took small, calculated steps before gently lowering himself into the seat beside you. At the first brush of your elbow, Heeseung's body grew warm, heart drumming faster within his chest. He itched to press his entire body against yours. For now, however, he slightly edged closer, letting your clothed shoulder graze his arm, his eyes rolling shut at the subtle contact.

For the past month, he was a silent observer, watching you walk from your university to the bus, bus to your house in a disciplined schedule. It became part of his very routine. He would wait around your campus at 3:00 sharp to follow you onto the bus and spend the next blissful forty-five minutes watching you sleep away. Heeseung would climb off at your stop, ensuring you crossed the road safely. Only when your back disappeared into the villa and yellow lights at the right-end corner flickered to life would Heeseung return to get a bus back.

He was watching over you to keep you safe. The world lurked with dangers, and you were so innocent, so beautiful, so mesmerizing, so agonizingly weak like a frail flower in a garden full of cacti. He had no option but to take on the role of a silent guardian, protecting you from the world. He told himself he valued your safety. But deep down, he knew it was more than that. He needed to be near you, to feel your presence, to submerge within your life and become a part woven for your pleasure.

Usually, he stayed a safe distance away to admire your presence. A week ago, he stared at the empty seat with longing. Like an addiction, his tolerance had grown. Seeing you from afar wasn't enough. He wanted to feel your presence. His body automatically followed his yearning, getting up and climbing into the seat beside yours.

And since then, he couldn't get enough.

All of a sudden, Heeseung's focus wavered as the bus came to an abrupt halt. He impulsively brought his arm around your frame, viciously eyeing the driver for his rash turn. As he felt something drop against his shoulder, Heeseung froze. He gulped carefully, turning to inspect you.

His insides twisted in joy. The sight of your sleeping frame leaning against him with your head on his shoulder was enough to make him forget his annoyance at the bus driver. Heeseung shifted closer to let your head rest in the crevice of his neck.

His breath hitched at the contact; your face pressed firmly into his bare neck. Flesh on flesh. His hand clenched into a strained fist, nails digging into his palm, leaving indents as your warm breath nuzzled down his collarbone and spread to his chest. He looked down at your unresponsive frame and realised he had never seen you so up close.

With the closer angle, he noticed washed-out freckles like sand dust trailing down your nose. Your eyelashes were curled black, resting low on your cheeks angelically. Your mouth was cutely pressed into a light pout against his top, your nose squished into his collarbones, making his hairs rise.

Heeseung urged himself to calm down. If you heard the frantic pacing of his heart, you'd wake up before he had the chance to revel in your skin's warmth. He breathed in the scent of fresh vanilla, something inside his abdomen stirring as he realised how you might leave him smelling like yourself, like a protective feline, marking their territory. Heeseung smiled, his body automatically turning towards you, eyes shining in anticipation.

Your body craved him just as badly as he craved you.

Thirty-five minutes passed by in the blink of an eye. He didn't even register the familiar streets treading along the window, his sight and mind filled with images of your pretty face when suddenly your phone beeped, jerking you awake. Heeseung swore under his breath, body recoiling in complaint as you pulled away, grabbing the phone in your jeans pocket and shutting off the alarm. He forced himself to look the other way, his breathing unsteady as he restrained the urge to yank you back.

Roused awake, you quickly stood alert, pressing the button, your knees accidentally bumping into the stranger's legs as you proceeded to step out of the aisle. You turned back to look at the masked man. 

He watched, breath-held, heart thudding.

His wide eyes met yours, and you gave him a suppressed smile before walking off.

Goosebumps. His head felt like jelly, mind straining to grasp at the smile you sent his way—a smile meant for him—not the kind one you give the shopkeeper when he hands you your groceries—not the empathetic one you flash to the older citizens slowly climbing the bus—not the patient one you give to the raucous bikers outside the campus—a soft, sweet, and memorable smile. Only for him.

Heeseung was so dazed that he simply forgot to get off at the stop with you. Instead, he sat rigid, attempting to process the burst of emotions within his chest. He looked down and—thank fuck he did because he might’ve missed it if he was preoccupied in following behind. There, on his grey flannel, an inch lower from his collar, was a wet mark that belonged to you. Not only did you leave him smelling like your vanilla body wash, but you also stained him with your saliva.

His heart thrummed. He pulled his mask down. With his lower region tingling, his hand instinctively grabbed at the collar to pull the wet fabric into his mouth. Head dropping back, his vision blurred, his body tightening at the first taste of your mouth.

He lapped at the spot like a starved man, his legs pressing together to relieve some of the tension in his painfully hard centre. Sweat built up in his clenched fist as he sucked the fabric and rolled his tongue against it, wishing he could feel it directly from your mouth rather than the brittle cotton of his shirt. His desires had climbed up a new ladder; nothing was enough anymore. He needed to lap at the delicate roundness of your lips, suck off your taste from inside, and drown his tongue in its heat.

He needed you, physically, emotionally—unabashed and unhidden.

It was time.

—.—.—.—.—.—.—

Extracurriculars were starting to take a toll on your mental health. You were already part of the university’s student advisory council and head of the reading club. With exams looming and Miss Sol’s exhaustive dance training sessions, you were certain you would either fail all your exams or get home on a stretcher. For the past week, you had been getting home around sunset, but today, you finished training earlier. Giddily, you jumped onto the bus, excited to get home and munch on ramen before your older brother got his hands on it.

You sat in your usual backseat and immediately fell asleep.

When your alarm blared, you quickly silenced your phone and got up, pressing the button to alert the bus driver. You glanced to your side, expecting to see the masked man who had unknowingly become your bus ride companion, but his seat was vacant. Confused, you glanced around, but only saw aged faces and school students. 

Strange. You assumed he was a college student like yourself, never skipping a day.

You shrugged, climbed off the bus and made your way across the main road toward your house. As you strutted inside the villa, a blinding object flashed past your vision, clashing against your torso and shoving you to the floor. You looked up furiously.

The culprit, your smug brother with his blonde hair falling against his eyes, kneeled down to grab the basketball. “Weren’t you supposed to get home late?” His accusatory tone made you want to scratch the smirk off his mouth.

“Oh, sorry for colliding into your ball.” You smiled sarcastically, standing up. His sardonic smile widened.

“Don’t do it again, little sis,” he grinned, and your patience flew out the window. You jumped up to grab his hair, but as if anticipating your attack, he dodged, sprinting down the hallway with the ball cocooned in his embrace.

“Sim Jaeyun!” You screeched, chasing him through the lounge and out the backdoor toward the inbuilt basketball court. 

You never hated your short height, but in moments like these, you wished you had inherited your father’s long legs. As you watched him speed up beside the basketball court, you frustratedly changed your route, dashing into the square-shaped arena, running diagonally, hoping the Pythagorean theorem would help you reach Jake faster.

With your gaze trained on your target, you saw Jake dribble the ball ahead as you blindly ran down the court, so blind that you didn’t notice a taller figure standing in your way. You collided into a frame, slamming against a hard chest, sending you both tumbling to the ground. You gasped, eyes bulging out as a pair of brown eyes stared at you, wide with panic.

You muttered a rushed apology, attempting to get up when you noticed his arms were locked around your waist protectively.

“Get off Heeseung, you midget!” Jake yelled, nearing your limp frame. You gave him a scorned glare, sitting up as the man’s arms slowly fell away. You stood up together as Jake dribbled his basketball, an amused grin on his features.

Sourly glaring, you didn’t hesitate to whip Jake with your bag. He groaned, almost flinging the basketball at you when the black-haired man pushed ahead immediately, blocking your brother’s aggression.

“She’s a menace. Let me deal with it,” Jake bitterly told the stranger.

“Shut up, Jake! You’re the menace in this household,” you huffed, glaring at him.

Then, your gaze settled back on the brown-eyed man, and your cheeks flushed red as you surveyed the stranger’s features. Ethereal. Big eyes as naïve as a deer’s, a peculiarly sharp nose, plump, wet lips, and dark ebony hair—the man was majestic. Dressed in a grey tank top and trousers, sweat clung to his tan skin, dripping down his well-built biceps like honey. He seemed to have walked straight out of a sports tournament.

“Who’s this?” You blurted out, eyeing the handsome man with flushed cheeks.

“Heeseung, a friend. Heeseung, this is Y/N, unfortunately, related to me.” You smacked your bag into his stomach, pushing him back as he doubled over and clutched his torso, glaring at you through his gold bangs. 

“That’s no way to treat your younger sister, Jake,” Heeseung's stern voice oozed masculine charm—almost giving you whiplash. His reprimanding made your brother’s temper dissolve, and he unclenched his jaw, nodding obediently. You stared, baffled at the sudden shift in his demeanour.

You had never seen your older brother submissively agree with anyone—not even your parents. Having a one-year age gap, the older child's privilege, and spoiled treatment from your parents really did a number on him. His friend group consisted of boys who worked like dogs to gain his acceptance, and your brother bathed in the glory. He wasn’t overtly arrogant, but good grades and amazing basketball performances would make anyone feel like they owned the world. Not to mention, his faked kind personality had everyone running laps. You can’t even count how many hearts he’d broken from middle school to university. 

Watching him listen to Heeseung, you could tell he was someone important to your brother.

You glanced back at the towering man. He even carried himself with an air of indifference, intimidating yet undeniably attractive, commanding everyone’s interest. Under the sunlight, his pupils glowed like lit candles, growing small into a crescent shape as a warm smile grazed his lips, his gaze softening. Tousled strands fell into his dreamy eyes as he nodded. Baffled, you wondered how one second, he seemed like an intimidating adult, reprimanding the kids, and the other moment, he appeared boyish and charming, his eyes brimming with youthful energy. 

“Y/N.” Your name rolled off his tongue like butter, making your insides curl.

The night you met him, you stalked your brother’s account to find that intriguing man. You scoured through hundreds of Jake’s irrelevant followers, desperately searching for an account starting with the letter H. To your disappointment, no such account existed.

You wondered if Heeseung was old school and went down a rabbit hole, searching through the depths of Facebook. Lee Heeseung—his name in itself was traditional and old, so you didn’t even come across any likely accounts. You gave up and tried asking Jake; however, your brother rarely answered any of your questions. You had no choice but to wait for another encounter. 

—.—.—.—.—.—.—

Like a surprising miracle, the next encounter came earlier than expected. A week later, you were buried in exam questions, struggling to absorb the entire pharmacology textbook, when the doorbell rang. You tried to ignore it, but after several insistent rings, you begrudgingly stomped to the door. You weren’t expecting anyone; your parents were at a dinner party, and Jake was at a cram class. You mentally prepared yourself to scream at the neighbour’s kids who frequently stood outside your door to mess around. 

You flung the door open, ready to unleash your frustrations, when your jaw dropped. The familiar round eyes met yours, kickstarting a joyous flutter of butterflies in your stomach. Heeseung stood as handsome as the first day, wearing a black hoodie and jeans. He carried a bunch of hefty books, his gaze searching behind you.

“Y/N,” he called your name, and your ears reddened. He enunciated each syllable as if he knew you for ages, called you it for ages.

“Jaeyun left some astrophysics books at my place.” He peered at the stack in his hold.

You smiled apologetically because, of course, your forgetful brother did. 

“He’s out right now,” you told him. “But that’s alright, I’ll take these.” His smile softened as he held out the books. You stepped closer, circling your arm around the stack, but your weak arms failed to carry the weight, embarrassingly almost dropping them to the floor. 

Heeseung quickly tightened his hold on the books, pulling back with a teasing smile. “I’ll take them in,” he stated. Before you could reject his kindness, he stepped inside, pausing in the hallway.

You led him to the lounge, where he kept the books on the wooden table. You offered him a smile as your heart beat frantically. Watching him stand close in your vicinity when you were home alone felt like all your prayers had been answered.

He turned to look at you, pulling back the strands that had fallen against his vision. A smile stretched his lips. “You were studying?” He asked, his voice low yet echoing in the empty hall. Your lips parted, eyes wide in shock.

“How’d you know?” You questioned incredulously.

His smile morphed into a grin. Wordlessly, he reached out and gently pulled the pencil from your hair. The hair bun unravelled, brown strands running down your neck, grazing his fingertips as something flickered in his gaze. He watched the soft layers frame your face. You giggled, face warming up. You tried to grab the pencil, but Heeseung pulled it away, smirking at your embarrassment.

“Let me guess, pharmacology is kicking your ass?” He scoffed, and you gasped in retaliation.

“Now, how do you know my degree?” You stared in confusion.

He chuckled. “Your brother says it’s your worst decision.”

Fucking Sim Jaeyun. Always ruining your reputation everywhere with his big ass mouth.

You sighed, rolling your eyes in frustration. You somewhat disliked your crush knowing about your crisis with that god-awful degree.

“I’m doing fine,” you bitterly claimed. “I ace Biochem and almost every other module. Anatomy is just from the depths of hell,” you spewed some irrelevant achievements, immediately cringing at how self-indulgent you sounded.

God, you were pathetic. You wondered if Heeseung saw through your façade.

Heeseung shifted his weight onto his right leg. “I can help,” he offered, a flamboyant grin flashing across his features as he nodded at your shocked expression. “I ace Anatomy all the time,” he mocked your tone, lips twisting in a teasing smile.

You huffed. Guys usually scored seventy per cent and flaunted it like they won a Nobel prize. “What’s your highest test score?” Your overconfident-self asked, folding your arms over your chest with an egoistic smile.

He watched silently for a moment before returning that sharp smile.

“3.9.”

Pfft. You rolled your eyes, grabbing at your hair in frustration. Was Heeseung as annoying as Jake? “Real funny,” you scoffed, wishing you could erase the smugness off his handsome face.

“3.9 GPA in premed.”

Oh.

Your overconfidence deflated like a balloon. Heeseung smirked and stepped closer, arms folded over his lean chest, mocking your demeanour.

“So?”

You nervously gulped, stepping back from his overwhelming presence. This tall, gorgeous man had casually revealed his Einstein-level intelligence, and now, you felt utterly stupid, crying over some basic anatomy. Even Jake struggled to maintain a decent 3.5.

Your eyes widened as you registered the situation again. Heeseung was offering his help. Even if he thought you were stupid, you could change that, prove him wrong and possibly gather more information about him through a tutoring session, for example, unearth his socials. You could probably get closer and know more.

With your decision made, you nodded at him.

“Alright.”

Heeseung felt like he’d plummet to the floor in relief. He watched the curiosity in your doe eyes gleam as you determinedly stepped towards the hallway, walking up the stairs. He took the first step, his knees trembling as he watched you peppily jump to the right-end door. You were showing him the way to your bedroom.

Your bedroom.

Heeseung’s body fired up like an overheated kettle, his muscles tensing against the railing. You pushed the door open and stepped inside, turning to wait for him. How naïve. How fucking naïve. You had opened up your home, welcomed him inside, and now you were leading him into your personal space, the small corner in this massive house that belonged solely to you, the corner he was used to seeing from outside the house. 

Were you that stupid?

He had seen your parents leave in glamorous attire with a bouquet of flowers, indicating they'd be gone for a substantial time. Jake wasn’t home, attending cram school from 6:00 to 8:00 pm. That left you… vulnerable and alone.

Despite his resolve to wait a good two weeks before visiting again, Heeseung’s patience had worn thin. That initial meeting, feeling your soft curves press into his chest as you toppled over him, had ignited a craving in him. Your scent mingled with his, your body fitting perfectly against him—it had all transcended his tolerance. He had felt his internal organs shift with momentary bliss, his body reacting as if you were made to be felt by him.

Now he was here, in your house, in your presence.

He knew the moment he stepped into your room, he couldn’t leave until he made you his, in some way, in any way. Anticipation bubbled in his veins as he rushed up the stairs.

“Heeseung?”

He froze, his body whipping around to face the intruder. His gaze turned to steel, jaw tightening at the sight of a confused Jake standing in the doorway.

Sim—Fucking—Jaeyun, the brother who wasn’t supposed to be home for at least another hour.

“Jake?” you inquired, stepping back out and shutting your door. Heeseung’s fists clenched as he stared at the closed door, frustration churning in his stomach. So close. He had been just a step away from entering your room.

Beneath that door lay the key to your heart. Access to your room meant understanding your interests, habits, likes, and dislikes, transforming himself into the man you dreamed of. Jake was a limited source. How much does a brother really talk about his sister?

“What’re you doing here?” Jake questioned as Heeseung and you descended the stairs.

“He was here to drop off the books you read as a useless hobby, so I asked for help with Anatomy,” you explained, smiling at Heeseung, who now seemed oddly stern.

Jake snickered, pulling off his baseball cap to let blonde locks fall into his eyes. “You’re pestering my friend for anatomy?” He chuckled as you rolled your eyes.

“No, I offered,” Heeseung replied, his tone sharp and cutting through. You turned your head in confusion at his sudden change in demeanour. “Don’t you stay for an extra lesson?” Heeseung raised his brow, seemingly well-versed in Jake’s schedule.

“Yeah, but they let us out early since we’ve covered the semester,” Jake responded, indifferent to Heeseung’s tone, as he tossed his bag onto the floor.

“Up for a round of LOL?” Jake rubbed his palms together in excitement.

Heeseung’s cold gaze changed with a hint of amusement as he nodded. He turned to you, his smile languid. “Sorry Y/N, League of Legends will always be my first choice,” he declared.

“It’s cool, I’ll survive,” you scoffed, jogging back up the stairs and closing your door to resume studying.

Dropping into the armchair, your thoughts drifted to the sudden shift in atmosphere at Jake’s arrival. Jake and Heeseung’s friendship seemed...strange. Your brother followed Heeseung’s lead without question, even overlooking his friend's occasional indifference. Jake, a softie, who would give you the silent treatment for calling him a nerd, yapping about ‘she called me a bad word’ to your mother, seemed unfazed by Heeseung’s intimidating nature.

Shaking your head, you forced your attention back to your studies, determined to focus despite the lingering curiosity.

—.—.—.—.—.—.—

Another round. 

Another one.

One more.

Heeseung was losing patience, hectically pressing buttons on the Nintendo Switch, his fingers straining to match his brain’s pace. With a hazy vision, Heeseung turned to inspect Jake. Finally, the blonde had lost his will to play, dropping to the couch as snores wracked his frame. It had taken five gruelling hours of continuous rounds, but it would all be worth it.

The opportunity had presented itself, Heeseung internally reasoned. He didn’t sneak into your house or anything— he had greeted your parents when they returned and even ate some snacks your mother had lovingly offered. He was not an intruder. He was a guest, and now the guest was wandering in search of a bathroom. He knew Jake’s bathroom was down the hall, but he purposely overlooked that route, opting instead to tread up the staircase. With every step, rugged creaks whispered in the darkness, but Jake’s tumultuous snores helped mask his motives. 

Soon, he was standing before your door. And this time, he was unstoppable because no one would bother you at 3 AM.

Breath held, lips pressed in silent tension, he pulled at the handle and slipped inside. A thicker blanket of darkness clouded his vision. Freezing against the door, Heeseung blinked rapidly, determined to accommodate his vision. Streaks of streetlight treaded inside from the edge of the curtain, letting him finally see his surroundings, and he turned to inspect the room.

A study desk toppled with bulks of books and papers with sharpies and pens laid at the edge. Heeseung quietly stepped towards it, his finger grazing the neat text, written with keen attention. His chest tingled when he imagined you pepped up on the swivelling chair, jotting down intricate notes with such pretty handwriting. By the look of it, he could tell you were at the top of your studies, a beauty with brains.

Heeseung noticed your phone charging on the edge of the table and quickly grabbed a hold of it. He didn’t know enough to unlock your phone, but he could easily download his new software without a fuss. Heeseung pulled out his phone, automatically airdropping the relevant file to yours. The new software wasn’t an ordinary tracking device, but it even synced your live activity. Now onwards, all your texts and calls would go through him. The only drawback? He needed time for the syncing to finalise.

He put your phone down, but his gaze caught the back cover, and he immediately inspected it. You kept a Polaroid inside the cover, a beautiful smile lighting up your features as you stood next to your best friend at what seemed like Disneyland. Heeseung wanted to cherish your smile, but noticing the arm your friend easily draped across your waist, fury seethed beyond his pupils.

Why were people so effortlessly a part of your life? Why did it come so easily to everyone but him? To him, you were so distant like a dream. He had to bide his time, pretend to be patient, and even befriend a narcissist like Jake, just to make you aware of his existence.

Why couldn’t he just have you?

Heeseung turned away, his mood soured, his gaze searching for something to get his mind off the bitterness. The room was… perplexingly simple. Most of your personality was huddled on that desk; the walls were empty with just a cuckoo clock in the centre and a bean bag resting against the wardrobe. Dispiritedly, he allowed himself to gaze at the bed.

A master bed served with your petite frame wrapped like a sushi roll on a platter.

Heeseung’s body grew warm at the sight. You were in dreamland, the sound of slow breathing now clearer to his ears as he crept closer. He stood at the edge of the bed, his gaze running over your frame. To his displeasure, your face was hidden from his prying eyes, strands disorderly shadowing your features, evoking his irritation.

He couldn’t help it. He found himself getting nearer, your scent getting stronger, soft vanilla teasing his nostrils. Placing his knee on the white sheets, he leaned forward and brushed the strands off your face.

Long lashes rested against your tinted cheeks, round parted lips with a hint of drool running past the corner. Heeseung didn’t even notice when he had dropped himself on the sheets’, his torso completely resting beside your sleeping frame. 

Heaven. The sheets were warm and immersed in your scent, giving him the illusion of your embrace. 

His palms itched to touch. His tongue felt heavy with appetite. He had memorised every inch of your beauty to see you behind his eyelids, but his hands still didn’t know your touch.

Heeseung impulsively reached out, his index finger grazing your bottom lip. Instantly, heat spread from his chest down to his centre. His fingers trembled as he traced the rose petals. Your slow breaths coupled with the softness of your lips made his hunger flare up. He trailed the finger down your chin, collecting your drool, and he transferred it to his mouth, impatiently sucking in your taste. 

He couldn’t help the urge to lower himself, stick his tongue out and slide it against your bottom lip.

His toes curled, his eyes falling shut.

Euphoria. 

Suddenly, he felt like a teenager sharing his first kiss. Your saliva was like sugar melting on his tongue, a taste so delectable that his insides curled in starvation. Heeseung wasn’t a fan of desserts, but your flavour humbled him, making him realise what he’d been missing all his life. He preferred the taste of wine and burnt spices, believing his palate was too mature for anything so juvenile. Yet, god—your lips were like the first shot of his high. Suddenly, sweet things became irresistible.

His lower region tingled as his flicks became harsher, his mouth wide open in mindless hunger, his drool messily spilling on your lips. His mind buzzed, body twisting into the sheet in urgency; your taste had rendered him so weak that he was willing to disrupt his entire plan just from the heat of your mouth.

He felt his arousal strain through his trousers as he tried sliding his tongue in the small gleaming gap in your lips when suddenly he felt you stir. He jerked away, breath heaving, lips drenched with spit. Narrow-eyed, he surveyed your features.

Please not yet. Please, baby.

Instead of ruining his plans, you simply tugged the blanket low. He saw your tongue peek out and run over your bottom lip and gulp down his saliva. It was unintentional and child-like, maybe, one of your sleeping habits. But Heeseung’s blood burned at the sight, his mouth drying up, pupils darkening.

His gaze chased lower, and he spotted a silver of skin, peaking through the cover. The blanket was tangled low on your waist, exposing your brunched-up shirt to his hungry eyes. He didn’t even bother fighting his lascivious thoughts, abruptly tugging up your shirt to reveal your stomach. Heeseung crawled down, his lips immediately pressing into the golden skin, trailing restrained kisses up your waistline. His restrain wavered when he was presented with the sight of your tiny belly button. His mouth salivated as he observed the little hole. Instantly his tongue lashed out, dipping into the curve. His body hummed, his vision blurring as his hips involuntarily thrust into the sheets. He wanted to fill—every hole—every crevice that let him invade. If there was a part he couldn’t physically access, he wanted to stab holes and punch his essence in every corner to mark you as his.

Saliva pooled down his jawline, drenching your abdomen as he protruded his needy tongue into your warm button. He flicks become hungrier, needier, his hands scrambling to grope something—anything. With cheeks pressed flat against your damp stomach, he bit down on his lip to silence the groan itching up his throat as he squeezed your waist.

Fuck. You were made to be touched. You were made to be his clay. You were made to mould into his favourite plaything. You were made for him to love.

Inhale.

Heeseung’s gaze darted to your face, his muscles tensing at the sharp inhale.

Fuck—shit—fuck—your eyes were half open.

Survival instincts kicked in, and Heeseung rolled off the bed at lightning speed, slithering beneath it, pressing his lips together to steady his breathing. The bed creaked as you shifted and sat up. He could almost picture it: your heavy-lidded eyes widening in alarm, the image of a flushed Heeseung gazing up at you—poof—gone, like a mystical encounter. You’d wonder if seeing him there was a figment of your imagination. You’d gulp and rub your template, accepting your insanity.

Heeseung envisioned it all—and he was right.

You were going crazy, thinking about Heeseung, your brother’s best friend, doing sickening, revolting, absolutely heavenly things to you. You didn’t recall dreaming of him, but you might be a stage two schizophrenic because you were now hallucinating his presence. Your body was overly indulged in the hallucination, feverish and covered in goosebumps. You kicked off the blanket, noticing your shirt pooled up, your stomach warm, limbs shaking.

Heeseung waited, his heartbeat steadying as you showed no sign of suspicion. Just like he had imagined. Your insecure mind probably convinced you otherwise. Sometimes, even seeing doesn’t translate to believing—especially for someone as pure-hearted as you. You’d rather doubt your own soul than accuse anyone else of foul play. He’d have to teach you to believe in yourself more than this world—he’d force you to grow a thorn in that beautiful heart, so no one could taint it. Except him.

He lay there, flushed—dazed. He laid there for hours until your laborious breaths morphed into sweet lullabies.

As he slid out the bed, he turned towards you, his heart throbbing with adoration.

You were back to being a little sushi roll, covered with a blanket, your hair sticking to your face as you slept like a log. The mere thought of someone else seeing you innocently asleep made his blood boil. He'd gladly crack open their skulls, extract their hippocampi, and flush them down the toilet to erase any trace of you from their minds.

Heeseung stepped closer and gently kissed your head. He inhaled deeply, savouring your scent from your flushed frame. Reluctantly, he stepped back, grabbed his phone and ensured the sync was complete before heading out the door.

He had to speed things up; the wait was becoming unbearable.

Straight away, Heeseung took a cab home. There was a solid hour before his morning lecture, so he immediately threw himself into his bed and analysed the synced files on his phone.

Details from your phone helped him understand you, but he didn’t know everything just yet. He scrolled through your notes. You liked watching dramatic sitcoms about housewives and divorces. Your YouTube was just a diverse cookbook: most watched clips were recipes ranging from brownies to egg soufflé to Arabic hummus. He chuckled as he noticed some dance tutorials. He would love to see you dance one day.

Your social media presence was barely a drop in his research. You had zero posts, and mostly followed celebrities and high school girlfriends. Looking into your teenage years, to Heeseung’s relief, you had been to an all-girls school. He scoured your followers for any guys, but except for some male actors, you didn’t seem to have anyone worth noting.

The syncing only allowed access to a specific set of photos you had downloaded from your PC onto the mobile. There was a total of six pictures— three of those were of the fucking sunset. The rage he felt as he patiently waited for the pictures to download only to be met with an ugly ball of yellow light was unfathomable.

As he scrolled, he found a picture of a younger girl in a white sundress sitting beside a boy who proudly held up a fishing net, occupied with three mackerels, a memory of Jake and your childhood. His heart felt warm as he zoomed into your features. Unknowingly, he was tracing the line of your smile, the shape of your eyes on the screen, a dumb smile playing on his own lips.

He snapped out of it and scrolled ahead. The following picture was a group photo from— high school. You were the centre of attention, your hair up in a ponytail, a vivid smile glossing your features as girls huddled around you. He felt the magnetic pull exuding your frame even from lifeless photos— making him wish he had opted for your area, so he could have found you earlier. He believed whatever time frame he found you, he would have pounced to get you to himself.

Heeseung forcibly clicked off and opened the last photo in the synced album. His smile wiped off, his body sitting alert, his gaze narrowed and fixated on the screen. Your university’s back entrance had a swing where he noticed couples hanging and making out.

In the snapped photo, you were perched on top of the wooden swing, eating an ice lolly with a man behind you, his hands on your shoulders, a shit-eating grin on his face whilst pointing at the camera.

Heeseung’s grip on his phone tightened. From the outskirts, he hadn’t seen that face anywhere near you, but then again, how much could one know as an outsider. 

No.

Jake’s mocking insults about your love life were proof of your singularity.

He hated knowing such little about your world. He hated someone so undeserving and irrelevant could touch you so easily when he had to watch you from the shadows, dwell on small encounters.

He had to find this guy and ensure your protection before he could even think of disclosing his love for you. Whatever this man was, Heeseung had to know more.

李 ｡｡ I HATE YOU, BUT I LOVE YOU ─ he worried you.

𝓢 . 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁! 𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖾

희승 ⟡ 𝒽𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗑 𝒻𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 . . . 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 ⋆ 241 ( 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 + 𝗁𝖾𝖾'𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 ) ৎ 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 . 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾

백합 ! first hee fic based on enha's current situation.

𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀

"what? new album? soon after releasing one weeks ago?" You look at him in disbelief, your brows barely touching. A small 'clack' sound could be heard soon as you placed the plate full of pancakes right across you.

"Uh-hmm," he hums, head still buried deep between his arms he gently rested on the table. It was your boyfriend, Lee Heeseung. The eldest member of South Korea's well-known boy band, Enhypen.

"We've confirmed it." He says, finally looking up at you, his gaze finding yours. A strong conclusion immediately struck upon you like a tidal wave and it hurts. It hurts you so bad to watch him like this.

A deep exhaustion that's clearly visible stuck all over his normally bright and warm face.

You love him so much it kills to know that he's working terribly hard but still gets to flash you a loving smile despite the huge burden he carries. 

You push your thoughts aside as you startle him by wrapping your arms around him, tightening the grip, and nuzzling your face deeper in the crook of his neck. Your eyes begin to blur as you feel hot tears drop like a tiny droplet, one by one. You don't bother asking him any further questions nor providing any explanation. 

All you're able to do is muster a single phrase saying, 

"I hate you."

He lowers his head on top of yours, his soft hair rustling. 

"But I love you."

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( 희승 ) ✧ "SHOOT HE'S LOOKING AT ME. RIGHT AT ME"

( 𝓢 ) 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁! 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖫𝖾𝖾 𝖧𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀

백합 ! 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 >< 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈

𝒽𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗑 𝒻𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ღ 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 ʚɞ 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈 ⟡ 318 . . . 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 . 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾

You were just about to enjoy your most-waited meal at this some old-fashioned restaurant when you noticed three figures walking directly to the table across you.

At first, you simply ignore it, assuming it was just some people wanting to dine in. But as you look up to them, your heart abruptly skips a beat. At the slightest moment, you knew that

You're just enchanted by the guy from across you who seems busy scrolling through his phone. His features,

Thick, dark, and well-defined brows that are perfectly arched, highlighting a rugged of handsomness to his already captivating features, The bright light from the room reflects off the lenses he wore, making his eyes appear more magnified and alluring, his messy hair that fits perfectly to his overall effortless and edgy look, and how he make even the most ordinary jersey looks cool and fashionable.

He's the most breathtaking and ethereal person you've set your eyes on for your entire lifetime.

As you were busy daydreaming about how charming he looks, completely lost in your own little fantasy of admiration for him, he abruptly took you by surprise when he lifts his gaze from his phone and stare right into your eyes.

"shoot"

your breath hitches in your throat and you felt your world shattered soon as he caught you red-handed, staring at him like some sort of psycho or a madwoman but, it didn't last for even the slightest second when

His gaze bore into yours.

"He's looking at me. Right at me."

And a small smile curves at the corner of his lips.

Time seems to slow down and it feels like the world around you has faded away, leaving only the two of you in your own world. In the midst of the intense magical moment, your eyes suddenly slides down to where his palm are held up open.

And there it's written,

"Lee heeseung"

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( 이희승 ) ━━ ❝𝖶𝖮𝖴𝖫𝖣 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖦𝖨𝖵𝖤 𝖬𝖤 𝖠 𝖯𝖠𝖳 𝖳𝖮𝖮?❞

꒰ 𝓢 ꒱ 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁! 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗍

백합 ★ 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖼𝗌 𝗂 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 >3<

𝒽𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗑 𝒻𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄. 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗄𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 ( 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝖾, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 ) 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 ⟡ 273 . . .

𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 . 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾

"Ahahahahahaha, oh my babe, you're so funny."

He shuts his eyes tight while slowly leans back against the couch you were both sitting on, indicating that the question you had just asked seconds before was far too entertaining for him. 

"like very, very funny." 

You glance at him in puzzlement, rolling your lenses 360 degrees. "shut up."

With a pout on your lips, you throw both arms around yourself and move your figure away to the opposite direction from him. 

Your shift made Heeseung realize that you were genuinely upset, so he instantly decided to calm himself down.

"H-ha..." but he still managed to let out a small pant, apparently drained from the huge laughter he'd burst earlier. 

"Is it too weird?" You mumbled, still not getting over how he mistook your earlier request as a joke.

"Baby," he calls you lovingly, raising his back from the cushion and extends a hand over his left side to support his weight.

But you remained silent, clearly hurt by his previous action, which caused him to let out a long sigh before finally saying, 

"What the princess wants, the princess gets." 

Frustrated and confused, you manage to toss him a short issue,

"Lee Heeseung, what are──,"

but before you could even finish it, you felt his smooth right palm have been placed on the crown of your head, and as quickly as it happened, your eyes widened in surprise, and you felt your cheeks grew hotter with each passing time as a deep rosy hue spread all across your features. Before you could even protest anything, he spoke, 

"Would you give me a pat too?"

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am I tripping or did heeseung beef up a little 🤨 his chest fills out that top a little to well 👀I’m not complaining though 🤭

anyways he’s so cute 😭😭

just imagine him coming home from a long night at the jazz club sitting on his lap and taking his fedora off and putting it on yourself while giving him a welcome home lap dance…

(this is…uhhhh don’t mind me…anyway *scratches head* his cover was done so beautifully! run it up to heeseung engenes!) (yeahhhhh….)

oh yeah he definitely beefed up 🧎🏽‍♀️

soon as I get home 🧎🏽‍♀️

𝙎𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 (7) 𝙍𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙨

ᴾᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᶜᵒˡˡᵉᵍᵉ ˢᵗᵘᵈᵉⁿᵗ! ᴴᵉᵉˢᵉᵘⁿᵍ ˣ ᶜᵒˡˡᵉᵍᵉ ˢᵗᵘᵈᵉⁿᵗ! ᶠᵉᵐ! ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᵂᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: ³.³ᵏ

ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᵃⁿᵍˢᵗ, ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ

ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᴷⁱˢˢⁱⁿᵍ, ᵘⁿⁿᵒᵗⁱᶜᵉᵈ ˡᵒᵛᵉ, ᵃⁿᵍˢᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ᵉⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ʸᵒᵘ'ᵛᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉᵈ ᴴᵉᵉˢᵉᵘⁿᵍ ˢⁱⁿᶜᵉ ᶠʳᵉˢʰᵐᵃⁿ ʸᵉᵃʳ ʸᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵃᶠʳᵃⁱᵈ ʰᵉ'ᵈ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ʷᵃʸ, ˢᵒ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ʸᵉᵃʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵃᵗʰᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵃ ⁿᵉʷ ʳᵒˢᵉ.

ᴬ/ᴺ: ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᶠᵒʳ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ, ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ʷᵒʳᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᵗ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ˡᵒⁿᵍᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ...

One year meant one more rose,

It had become a tradition as time passed and things changed.

The first year meant one rose, a rose that would die out within the first few weeks of it being in a vase, petals falling onto your table and then into the floor, just to be picked up and thrown into the trash.

Two years meant two roses, yet another rose that would die out within the first few weeks, petals falling onto the floor to be thrown into the trash.

Three years equals three roses, four equals four, and so on.

And today… today you put the fifth rose into your vase, five years had passed since your crush on him, the crush you held onto since freshman year… the crush you could never get over no matter how much your friends told you to.

No matter how many times it was demanded to get over him, you just couldn't and you knew it was helpless trying… because you would never stop seeing that smiling face that you fell in love with. At night you would go to sleep thinking about his laugh, accompanied by his words of assurance.

You had seen everything he had to offer, except for his romantic care, you couldn't help but remember the old times when you didn't worry about having to hide it from him, you didn't have to shield any side of you. Even when you started out on opposite ends of the battlefield, you began fighting on the same enemy in the end. So why couldn't you get over him? Why couldn't you stop thinking about him when he already gave you more than enough?

————————

You entered the almost empty college classroom and found your friends sitting near the door, Jake with a turned chair and lunch on his lap and Sunghoon sitting on the opposite side of his chair, both facing Heeseung and Sunoo.

You sat down next to Sunoo, who was busy talking about the latest school drama. He would say random things like how someone just began dating someone, then going to who was absent that day and some, according to him, cool school theories that he found online or heard around from gossip.

You interrupted, “where's Jay?” questioning why he hadn't yet gotten to the table, he was really the only one missing. Jungwon and Ni-Ki wouldn't be showing up due to their own personal schedules, and since usually Jay was among the first to arrive at the designated meet up place, it was a bit confusing.

“He had to stay in class for a bit longer to help with a bit of cleaning.” Jake responded.

“What!?” Who would question you for being confused when your first automatic thought was the image of Jay deciding to be malicious and make a mess without going noticed, but it backfired when the teacher walked in on him and made him stay after class for the cleanup… which was, of course, very out of character for him.

“Voluntary work.” Jake corrected as you took a sigh of relief, you weren't prepared for Jay to suddenly shift personalities like that and if anyone in the friend group was the type to the point that if they did you wouldn't be surprised, it was obviously Jake.

Sunghoon glanced over at Heeseung, who was too busy spacing out with his thumb lightly pressing against his lip and eyes hyper focused on whatever entity could've been in front of him this time.

“Earth to Heeseung.” Sunghoon muttered, taking his fork and diving into his meal, Heeseung’s gaze shifted to Sunghoon and somewhat spaced out again before he shaked his head lightly and leaning back on his chair.

“You okay?” Jake asked, noticing his silence ever since class ended, Heeseung looked over at Jake and nodded, “Yeah… just had a busy mind all day.”

Sunoo gasped dramatically, bringing his hand up to cover his mouth, “Looks like someone has a crush~”. Heeseung chuckled lightly and stayed silent, Sunghoon shared a shocked and confused expression before glancing over at you.

“Do you actually like someone?” Jake asked, unsure of what to expect, as Heeseung had only liked one person whom he was aware of, and he didn't even know he had gotten over her. Sunoo, the king of drama and gossip, didn't even know Heeseung had liked someone in his lifetime.

“I wouldn't say that- but…” scratching the back of his neck nervously, ears turning red as he began getting anxious on what to respond..

You couldn't help but jump back in surprise to his response, you hadn't heard him like this before and you weren't even aware he was capable of having romantic feelings for anyone in the first place. “Who is it?”

“Yena.”

“Kim Yena!?” Sunghoon asked in surprise, out of everyone he didn't expect Heeseung to respond with the name of a somewhat popular girl in school. He had never seen the two of them interact so it was out of place and felt strange, the only similarity he thought the two shared was the fact that they were studying the same thing and shared a couple of classes.

“Yeah- I recently got close with her after we were paired to work on a project together, we've been working together a lot on other class assignments, and I've been feeling a little strange around her recently. I don't really know how I feel about her, you know?”

You all glanced at each other in shock before looking back at Heeseung.

“Does she kinda suit your type?”

Sunoo raised his eyebrow a tad bit as Sunghoon sent a glare at him… you waved Sunghoon’s gaze because you hadn't told Sunoo how you felt about Heeseung so it wasn't at all his fault and you’d probably be the same if you were in his place.

“It's not that she doesn't, but I just don't know. I mean there's a lot of people who suit my ideal type yet I don't have any romantic feelings for them.”

“I didn't even know you had gotten over girl A.”

“Wait there was a girl A? And I didn't know!?”

Again, Sunghoon sent a glare to Jake and Sunoo for their mindless comments to which you just waved off, he was really the only one who knew in the table group and you didn't really know what he made such a big deal over.

Sunghoon stood up and grabbed his wallet from his pocket.

“I noticed that none of us have drinks so I'm gonna go buy us some, what would you guys like?”

“Water”

“Coke”

“I'll just take some juice or banana milk if there is.”

Sunghoon nodded, “Y/n can you help me?”

“Yeah, of course.” You stood up and accompanied Sunghoon out of the classroom, walking over to the vending machine that was nearest to the classroom, that was mostly a joke since it was the nearest but still a decently far walk, you helped him take all the drinks that he passed over to you.

“You okay?” He asked, still facing the vending machine but with a tint of concern filling the cleaner corners of his voice. You smiled lightly, glad he had the care to ask in the first place as you softly nodded.

“Yeah, I'm okay. I saw it coming.”

Sunghoon passed you 2 bottles of banana milk, one was for you and the other was for Heeseung, you also held Jake's coke as he held Sunoo’s water and his own apple juice.

“You've liked him for a long time, isn't it rough for you?”

“Yeah it is- I have five flowers in my vase and will probably be adding a sixth one next year, but it's okay.”

“You're still doing that rose thing?”

“Yeah, I'll continue until I get over him, I mean it's not much work, I just find a new rose every year on the same day and put it inside the vase-”

“Isn't it a bit obsessive?” He interrupted, “I thought you would've stopped by the second year.”

“I thought so too, but I guess I'm still going at it.” You chuckled, trying to make a small joke to lighten up the tense mood.

“What happened, y'all seem so moody.” a familiar voice called from the other end of the hallway, not far away but far enough for the voice to slightly echo.

It was Jay, he was coming from the other side of the school, probably from his volunteer work, you waved as he caught up to the both of you.

“What's wrong? Why are you guys so awkward? you both look like a broken up relationship who happened to run into each other in the hallway, being forced to walk next to each other because they were being held at gunpoint.”

You snorted a bit, he wasn't wrong but you couldn't hold back a grin as you hated his explanation to describe you and the tall guy who stood next to you.

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, “It's cause Heeseung recently confessed he likes that Yena girl.”

“Like Kim Yena!?”

“Yeah, the Yena he shares a major with.”

Jay made a face and looked at you. Jay was the only other person you had confessed your feelings about Heeseung with and now you were somewhat regretting it, he was always supportive about it but you really did dislike the extra attention you were receiving the moment Heeseung decided to have a love of his own, he was allowed to so you didn't understand the attention and attitude from it.

“Before you ask, yes I'm okay.”

Jay side eyed you and nodded lightly, “okay, that's good.”

“So what are you gonna do now?” Sunghoon questioned you, trying to hold his gaze from shifting to you in order to avoid making you uncomfortable.

“Nothing I guess, just wait and see what happens.”

Jay took the lead in the self proclaimed interview that was taking place, “What if Heeseung comes to you for advice, you're his closest female friend after all so what will you do?”

Sighing, you put your head down, tempted to burst open your banana milk and drink it all in one gulp, “I will do what any good friend would and give him good, critical advice.” You responded, turning away from the both of them to avoid them seeing your already watering eyes.

Both of them stayed quiet the rest of the way, giving you the chance to cool down from the tornado of feelings that you were probably having, Jay offered to take the drinks from you to give you a chance to go to the bathroom and get yourself together.

You really, really, hated feelings.

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Heeseung was playing with his pencil as you both sat outside your club room door.

You both had walked together but there happened to be no one else in the hallway, assuming your teacher was still in their break as the classroom seemed to be locked and empty as well, you simply sat down, resting your back against the wall and waited.

“What should I do?” You heard Heeseung mumble, it was obvious he was directing the question to you, but you were too busy on your game to even care to notice.

“Y/n- I'm sorry to put this on you but, how should I handle this situation?”

You glanced at him, ignoring him for a moment before pausing your game and looking up at the ceiling, you thought about a good way to respond, leaning your head back to allow it to rest on the wall behind you.

“I think you should take things slow with her, I used to be friends with her for some time so I can guarantee you that she's a loyal person, if she shows interest for someone it's probably not gonna go anywhere until she manages to get closer to them.”

“So she's a loyal person.”

“Mhm, I really hate to say it but if there's a person I can bet all my money on saying they will never go clubbing or cheat on a partner, it'd probably be her.”

Heesung finally looked your way, keeping his eyes fixed on you, paying keen attention to your words, “What happened between you two?”

“Eh, we kinda just shifted, just stopped talking, we didn't argue or end on bad terms or anything.”

You noticed his interest go back to you, he nodded, leaning his head on your shoulder and granting himself the permission to take a small rest on you, shutting his eyes to save them from the burning sensation they had.

“You're an amazing person Y/n.”

“Not that amazing.” You grinned.

“You are, you put others happiness before your own, I really wish you would value yourself a little more though.”

You smiled, leaning your own head on his to keep him in place, you both took some time to rest before hearing the hearing footsteps of someone approaching you, Heeseung had already fallen asleep by that point... he hadn't been feeling so well that day so he was quite tired.

Kim Yena was truly one of the most beautiful people you've ever met, she was gorgeous both inside and outside, so truthfully… You were a bit glad that Heeseung had a crush on her rather than anyone else, even though you were a bit upset, you did have to learn how to get over him even if it meant the hard way.

And so, you kept your word and gave Heeseung good, justified advice… the best you could give and Heeseung never failed in showing you just how thankful he was for you, inviting you out to eat and taking you shopping.

However, despite trying to seem happy in front of his eyes, behind the curtains you cried a lot, trying to think of why it had to be you who ended up heart broken in the end despite your loyal love for your best friend for the past five years that soon became six.

Six roses in your vase, the fifth flower already dark and gloomy from the time it's been sitting in the same place. You sat on your counter and quietly sobbed as you remembered the years you'd been with him, and the time which you presumed as miserable, freshman year. Things were no longer you and Heeseung, because he had already gone on multiple dates with Yena, all which went well.

Heeseung called you and even though he avoided bringing up the topic, you wanted to know so you always brought it up yourself. In person you couldn't look him in the eyes, when you saw him part of you felt betrayed even though you had no reason to feel that way.

All of those feelings continued until the seventh date… when Heeseung finally asked her to be his girlfriend…

“She rejected you…?”

“Mhm.”

“What!? Why!?”

“She didn't like me in that way.”

“Then why did she even go out with you to begin with?”

“I don't really know.”

“What else did she tell you?”

“She likes someone else, and that she just couldn't really bring herself to like someone else.”

“I'm sorry that happened… she just wasn't the right one…”

“I don't really know what I saw in her… I liked someone who didn't even glance in my direction.”

You didn't know what to say, you felt terrible for being glad that she didn't share the same feelings for him, even though it meant that he would probably be upset for multiple days on end.

“If it makes you feel better, I feel the same way too.”

“So you did like someone?” Heeseung asked, you somewhat regretted speaking, so you just silently nodded.

“I still do.”

“Who is it?”

You stayed silent for a moment, unsure of what to respond with. You didn't think about your word choice before so now you had to bear with the feeling of the realization coming through.

“Someone who never looked in my direction.”

Heeseung chuckled lightly and brushed your hair, soothing you and getting rid of any and all tension between you both.

“I think everyone has looked in your direction at one point…”

“And this is the exact reason why I just hate you so much…”

Heeseung flinched slightly, taken aback from your harsh words, “Excuse me…?”

“You always make things so difficult for me.”

“I'm sorry, I don't understand -”

“I swear to god, everytime I try to get over you, you always seem to do or say something that just draws me right back into your stupid trap.”

“Pardon me…?”

“I like you okay? I know it's stupid and trust me I've told myself that multiple times too… but every single time I try to walk away or get my mind away from you, you just have to pop back into my mind and completely brainwash me again.”

Silence filled the room, you brought your hands up to your head and held it. Headaches coming across from all the sudden emotions that ran through your veins.

“You like me…?”

It was the moment you realized that you had let your intrusive side take over. You really just wanted to disappear.

“Crap, I'm sorry. It was stupid of me to say that-”

Before you could finish you felt a finger press up against your lips, the slight feeling of your ear being massaged.

“I like you too… a lot actually…”

“What…?”

Were you dreaming or was your brain playing tricks on you? Making you hear what you wanted to hear..?

“I liked you for a long time actually… but I thought you would never view me in that way so I forced myself to get over you… even though I knew I never could, and I never would…”

“I don't know how to respond-”

“You don't need to… actions show more than words…”

He pressed his palm against your cheek and brushed your cheek bone, kissing your lips lightly and brushing his skin against yours, allowing those few moments of contact to take control and do all the talking.

That was all the confirmation either of you needed.

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Lightly kissing your boyfriend's collarbone, allowing yourself to sink onto the couch with him below you, hearing his soft breaths and hisses brush against your neck and travel into your ear.

You slowly stood up from your topping position as he lightly covered his eyes with his arm and chuckled.

“Stop being shy now.” you teased, and he waved his arms in dismissal.

“I'm not- I'm just thinking about things…”

You rolled your eyes at the thought of him possibly overthinking things about the relationship again, you resumed your activities and went back to kissing his collarbone, putting your hand under his shirt and onto his stomach to feel his abs.

“I love you- I hope you know that…”

“You can love me as much as you want, but I love you more.”

You fell onto his chest, allowing yourself to rest on him and shut your eyes to relax, his house was always a cozy place, almost like a second home to you. It comforted you to be there just like the way the owner of the house did, you put your head over his shoulder and noticed a singular rose petal laying on the floor.

You smirked lightly at your initial thought that your boyfriend had possibly bought you flowers in celebration of your first couple of months together as a couple, so you began looking around with your eyes until your eyes landed on the counter.

Which held a small vase of roses… not any typical roses however, the roses found in the vase were very well out of state and pretty much dead, they had been there for a while.

All except one of course, which looked new and recently brought in.

And when you counted, you saw a total of 7 Roses.

MELTING ⸺ LEE HEESEUNG

genres! fluff, established relationship, song fic

word count! 280

warnings! slightly suggestive

playlist! melting by Kali Uchis

Lee Heeseung was heaven’s incarnate, you were sure of it. His divine aura had bewitched you from the very moment you laid eyes on him, his potency enshrouding all your senses every time he was near.

He melted you like ice cream basking in the warmth of the sun, like your favorite flavor of the soft frozen treat you craved the taste of his soft lips, like taking a bite from the crisp cone you desired the harsh pinch of his pearly whites on the skin of the space between your neck and shoulder, like layering your preferred toppings on the sweetened and flavored cream you lusted for the weight of his body on top of yours.

Heeseung was nothing short of a daydream, he was extraordinarily ethereal, you’d never met anyone who had been so blessed by the goddess well known for her love and beauty, he must’ve been Aphrodite’s favorite. His doe eyes the color of loamy soil, his plump lips a tinge of peony, his olive skin pure like he only ever bathed in the waters of a holy river, and wisps of feathery blond hair that framed his face like a renaissance painting exhibited in a museum, a place reserved for items of only the most incalculable value.

Your infatuation for this man was boundless, surely he had you under a love spell, the way his smile infallibly set your heart ablaze like a flame to a candle, blood rushing and insides turning inverted at his every saccharine utterance or touch, his laugh comparable to the melodies sung by the angels up above.

He was your deity, and you, his devout votary.

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LOVER ⸺ LEE HEESEUNG

genres! fluff, established relationship, song fic

word count! 550

playlist! lover by taylor swift

synopsis! in which Heeseung finally pops the big question

A soft giggle slips past your lips when your boyfriend twirls you back into his arms as you both fall in step once again, letting the rhythm control your movements.

The music on the mini-speaker played lowly throughout the apartment, the scent of gingerbread cookies and hot cocoa wafting through the air, with your arms around his neck and his hands finding solace on your waist.

The golden glow of the Christmas tree illuminates your dancing figures as you look up into his big brown eyes that shine with affection, his lips curled in a tender smile that flashes his pearly whites as his forehead rests against yours, and you wish to always be this close with your lover.

He places a gentle kiss on the apple of your cheek before whispering, “I have something for you,” his peppermint breath fanning your face.

“Early Christmas present?” you quip in a whisper of your own, the grin on your face growing bigger as you laugh inwardly.

He chuckles but doesn't respond and slides his hands down to your hips before gently pushing your body away.

Your heart skips a beat the very second he gets down on one knee, a quiet gasp escaping your lips when he pulls out a small red velvet box from the pocket of his plaid pajama pants, opening the top to reveal a diamond ring, you instantly recognize it as the one you couldn't stop admiring a few months ago in the jewelry store.

He looks up at you with those beautiful doe eyes of his, their deep brown rich and soft like chocolate, “I spent months trying to come up with the perfect speech for this moment, and every time I fell short on words.” he laughs, dropping his head for a second as tears begin to blur his vision.

You fared no better, eyes becoming glossy as your heart swelled with joy, you waited for his next words.

He looks up at you again with a tear streaming down his cheek and takes your hand in his, “All I know is that I love you, I love you today, I loved you yesterday and all the days before, I’ll love you tomorrow and every day after, I’ll love you forever.” He sniffs, wiping away the tear with his shoulder before he continues.

“I love you when you're sad, when you're happy, and even when you're angry. I love you when you’re stressed, I love you when you’re sleepy, I love you when you’re on your period and being kind of mean to me.”

You giggled at the last part, warm tears spilling down your cheeks.

“I love you the same no matter what version of yourself you are.” He plants a long and light kiss on the knuckles of your hand that he cups in his own.

“There’s a lot of things I could say but I wanna show you instead with this ring, so…” You can see him gulp nervously. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” you don’t waste a second, dropping to your knees so your face is level with his and cupping both his cheeks, his hands holding your midriff. “Of course, I'll marry you.”

He smiles, “Ok good, I was a little scared you would reject me like when I first asked you out.”

You roll your eyes, a grin adorning your face. “I love you too, Hesseung.” You respond before pressing your lips against his, pouring all your love into the kiss.

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UNDERSTAND ⸺ LEE HEESEUNG

genres! fluff, best friends to lovers, song fic

word count! 751

warnings! minor profanity

playlist! understand by keshi

synopsis! in which heeseung realizes he’s in love with his best friend at 2 am while eating ramen

“Heeseung?” your soft voice pulls him out of his thoughts. “Are you okay?”

He blinks, head jerking back gently in confusion as if he had just woken up from a daydream.

“Yeah, I'm good,” he says. “Just thinking.”

Your lips curl into a smile, watching him pinch the noodles between his chopsticks and shove them into his mouth which ended up being a bad decision since the ramen was still steaming hot, burning his bottom lip.

“Shit!” he exclaimed, dropping the utensils back into the bowl and pinching his lip.

You laugh. “Dummy, I just told you it's hot.”

He looks at you with a serious expression but you only laugh again, the way he pinches his lips forces them into a pout that you find incredibly endearing.

“Dude, that fucking burned,” he complains, voice altered from still clutching his bottom lip that’s starting to lose circulation due to his unnecessary tight grip.

“Did you try asking the soup to cool down?” you quip, a satisfied smirk on your face at your own lame joke.

“Hahaha, so funny,” he retorts with a roll of his eyes.

You decide to stop teasing him and grab two ice cubes from the freezer, dropping one into his soup. “Pro tip,” you simper with a wink. “It helps cool down your soup faster.”

You grab his wrist and move his hand away from his face with care, gently you bring the ice cube to his bottom lip, he flinches away at first but after a stern look from you, he gives in.

You rub the ice cube along his swollen lip with a tenderness that warms his entire body despite having direct physical contact with one of the coldest elements on Earth.

He watches you intently and he can't help but wonder if you've always been this pretty or if it's just the way the dim yellowish light from the oven reflected in your eyes and casts a soft glow on your features that's adding a certain kind of sentiment to this moment.

Though that wouldn't make any sense, he’s been with you like this plenty of times, these 2 am ramen meals were a regular occurrence in your friendship.

Friendship. When did he start to not like the sound of that?

But it wasn't like he had liked the sound of a relationship either. Did he?

Heeseung never wanted to fall in love, he was too scared, but a small part of him had always thought it would be worth the risk if it was with you.

You're the only one who understands him anyway, you never judged him for anything or made him feel bad for making mistakes, you alleviated his mind when he was overthinking, and you supported all his dreams.

Looking at you in this moment, he never felt more inspired to try it. He wondered if you would let him.

“Better?” you ask, taking the melting cube off his lip that had now shrunk in size and you discard the remainder of it in the sink.

“Not really,” he shrugs.

You sigh, a hand falling to your hip. “Heeseung, it couldn’t have burned that bad, stop being dramatic.”

“It did though,” he whines. “You don't understand.”

You scoff, “Of course I do, I eat ramen more than you.”

He turns away from you and you get the feeling he's not really talking about noodles, “No, you don't. You've always been braver than me so you don't understand.”

His tone is harsh and you know he's definitely not talking about the ramen anymore.

It was true you understood Heeseung in many ways but he was certain this was something you didn't understand about him.

“Heeseung,” you place a hand on his shoulder and gently force him to face you again.

You don't urge him to explain. You understand.

You always understand. Even when he thinks you don't.

“What?” his voice is soft and the slightest bit brittle.

Your palms meet the skin of his cheeks and in one quick motion, you kiss him. And he kisses you back.

His big hands hold onto your waist, his cold and swollen lips are too numb to feel your lips properly but he kisses you back as best as he can, pouring all his love into it, and he knows you'll understand.

Heeseung never thought the one for him would be so near but he was glad it was you because now it’s worth the risk, after all, you're the only one who understands.

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⌒⌒﹕not just chemistry.

( EN- ) heeseung x fem reader

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On paper, y/n was the perfect student. Every girl aspired to be her. She had perfect hair, perfect grades, and of course, her friends were just as perfect as her. One person, however,who was her competitor to be the top student at Decelis Academy was Lee Heeseung.

Heeseung and y/n had been competing for the top spot at Decelis ever since fifth form. They would bicker in the hallways, in class, and everytime they got a chance to hit each other with anything mean, even when picking teams in phys ed. Of course, their friends were all sick of it, and they were all hoping that one day something would change and they would get along. That never happened, obviously. Somehow, their chemistry teacher had enough of their little arguments as well and decided to pair them up for an activity.

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“What the hell,” Heeseung muttered under his breath. “I’m actually going to fucking kill this woman.” Y/n looked up from her notebook and looked at him, a stoic expression on her face. “Gosh, dramatic much? It’s just one activity. Chill out.” Heeseung turned to face her, glaring slightly. “Just? I’m stuck with.. you.” Y/n rolled her eyes, and started working on their project, ignoring Heeseung’s antics.

The bell rang an hour later, signalling that it was time for lunch. Y/n hurriedly packed her bags, but just as she was about to leave, someone grabbed her arm. She turned around to see a red-haired, galring boy holding her back. “What do you want?” y/n asked, pulling her arm free and crossing them. “How are we going to finish this project?” Heeseung asked her back, tilting his head slightly as if to say “You didn’t consider that before you left, did you?” “Ugh, I don’t know? We’ll sort it out or something. You have my number right?” y/n replied, getting irritated. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Heeseung packed his things and followed y/n to the cafeteria.

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Y/n sat at her usual table with her closest friends, Danielle, Giselle, Kazuha, Yuna and Yeji. “Hey, y/n,” Danielle said as y/n sat down. “I saw what happened in chem. You don’t seem too pleased about that, especially Heeseung.” Y/n sighed. She really didn’t want to talk about this now. “Dani… not now.. Just let me eat in peace please.” `Although the cafeteria food wasn’t very appetising, the girls continued to talk about their day, and everything else.

At one point while they were chatting away, some people from Heeseung’s table came over to them. “You guys are being a bit loud, don’t you think?” Sunghoon said, crossing his arms. “Literally none of us can hear over your voices,” Ni-ki agreed. “Keep it down, would ya?” And with that final comment, the black-haired and oreo-haired boy walked back to their table, leaving the girls no chance to argue back. “Pfft, just ignore them,” Yeji said, taking a bite out of her sandwich. “They think it annoys us.” “Yeah,” Kazuha said. “To be honest, I've gotten used to it already.” While Yuna and y/n were munching away on their foods, Giselle rolled her eyes. “I don’t even know why they still try, haha.”

And the sound of the lively cafeteria drowned out their voices, everyone having their own conversations at their own tables.

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Time: 8:30 PM. Y/n was about to start studying when she got a text from an unknown number. The message read: “Y/n, is this your number? It’s me, Heeseung. I asked Kazuha for it but I’m not sure if she gave me the right one. If you see this message, please text me back. If we don’t get this project done, we’re both dead meat. And you know that.” Y/n stared at the message for a while, contemplating on whether she should text him back or not. Heeseung sounded desperate in that text; as if his life depended on this project. But he was right– this project was worth almost half their biology grade. If they didn’t finish it by next week, they’d both be cooked to a crisp. Finally, she sent him back a text: “Fine. Meet me at the library tomorrow after school.” She shut her phone off after sending that text, and went to study, get ready for bed, and after an hour she went to sleep.

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Wednesday, 4:30 PM, after school. Y/n found Heeseung waiting patiently for her in the library. He was leaning on the windowsill holding a book, the afternoon sun rushing in through the windows and shining on him in all the right places, making to only his perfectly styled red hair glow, but his facial features too. Y/n caught herself staring, but she snapped out of it quickly and walked over to him. “Hi, Heeseung.” Heeseung caught y/n’s eye, putting his book down and walking over to her. “You’re here. Let’s get this over and done with.”

However, Heeseung’s plan of ‘getting it over and done with’ was crushed slowly as their meetings in the library after school became frequent. They would meet everyday there, just to try to do all the extra credit questions, and not just for chemistry. They ended up studying together for almost all their subjects, biology, english, maths, geography, history, and so on. The tension between them lessened, until one day when Yeji and Ni-ki found them studying in the library after school on Friday.

Yeji had always treated Ni-ki like a little brother; they had been best friends since they were twelve. If you didn’t know them, you would probably think they were biological siblings, as their facial features were so similar. “Y/n? Heeseung?” Yeji said, not believing the sight in front of her. “What are you guys doing here… together?” Y/n looked up from her paper after hearing Yeji’s voice, and immediately froze. Heeseung looked up as well, staring at Ni-ki intently. “What else do you think we’re doing? The project is due on Monday next week and we’re trying to get all the extra credit.” Ni-ki shifted his gaze away from Heeseung. “That doesn’t look like just chemistry.” Yeji walked over to their table, analysing the scattered papers everywhere, picking some of them up. “Maths… English… Seriously, what are you guys doing?” Y/n turned her head away, trying to ignore the question. Heeseung, however, immediately packed his things away and stormed out of the library, pushing past Yeji and Ni-ki. Y/n packed her things away slowly, following shortly after.

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Weeks passed, and y/n and Heeseung haven’t interacted since, not even to bicker about things. Their friends noticed the tension, but thought nothing of it. Except Yeji and Ni-ki. During period breaks, the two had gone up to y/n and Heeseung to interrogate them, seeing who would spill the situation the fastest. Of course, it wasn’t that easy to break any of their shells, as they were both stubborn and persistent. It got to a point where none of them could contain it any longer. Y/n spoke first.

“Fine. So what if we were studying together? We’re both the smartest in this school. I don’t see what’s wrong with that.” Yeji crossed her arms, displeased with y/n’s answer. “Woah, thanks for answering my question.” She said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Ugh,” y/n replied, rolling her eyes. “What else do you want me to say? It’s the truth.” And with that, she walked away to her locker, gathering all her stuff to go home.

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It was the last day of school before Christmas break, and the hallways were as noisy as ever. Heeseung’s group of friends were all planning to go on vacation to Australia during the break. Y/n and her friends, not knowing that they were going, also planned to go to Australia for the break. They were going to stay in Danielle’s house for two weeks, and they’d already booked their flight. Somehow, they had found out that each other were going to Australia, and the two groups of friends argued at lunch, both groups hoping not to run into each other.

After school, Heeseung found y/n by her locker. She turned around, crossing her arms. “What do you want? You’re still mad about the holiday thing?” Heeseung sighed. “It’s not that.. look. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for storming off that day. It’s just.. during that week, I felt.. somehow.. different towards you. I don’t know how to describe it, y/n. I’ve been thinking about it— about you since that day. I think.. I think I like you.” Y/n stood there, unfazed.”Is this one of your pranks again? What the hell, Heeseung. Shut up.” She started to laugh, but after seeing Heeseung’s hurt expression, her facial expression switched back. “Oh. you’re serious.” Heeseung forced a smile, shaking his head. “You know what, it’s fine. Whatever. Forget I said anything. Have a nice Christmas break, y/n.”

“Wait—” As Heeseung started down the hallway, y/n quickly grabbed his arm, pulling him back. None of them expected y/n to be so strong; Heeseung was now face-to-face with y/n, his breaths brushing against her forehead. “What,” He said, looking down at her with uncertainty, taking a step back. He didn’t expect her to say anything; except for laught at him, or try to start an argument. However, y/n grabbed his shirt and brought his lips to hers. Heeseung was taken aback by the sudden movement, but after a bit he returned the kiss.They stayed there like that, against y/n’s locker for a while before Heeseung pulled away. “Y/n?” Y/n grinned, looking up at him. “I think I’ve caught feelings for you too, Heeseung. Or should I call you Hee, like everyone else does?” She said, laughing. “Oh, shut up.” Heeseung replied, slapping her arm playfully.

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— aeri xo

hiii~ I’m new to your blog and saw that you were asking reqs and wanted to know if you’d be open to doing an enha imagine/reaction to their s/o trying to cheer them up after they’ve had a hard week?

hello love, welcome to my blog!! here you go :)

cheering enhypen up after a hard week!!

warnings: weight loss, stress, overwhelming work, very minimal crying and kisses :p

pairing: idol!enha x gn!reader

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you noticed that heeseung has been very stressed due to a new comeback that his group was having.

“ hello?” heeseungs voice rang out through the other side of the phone, almost startling you wt how quickly he picked up

“ hi baby, can you come over pleeeeease” you whined, smiling after hearing a sigh.

“ y/n i- yeah sure.. i’ll be there soon.”

“ thank you! see you soon!!” you said, ending the call not soon after before rushing towards the kitchen. you wanted to have a movie night with him with all of his favourite snacks. nibbling on your lip, you tugged out a few packets of chips and some m&m’s because you could swear you saw hearts in his eyes whenever he saw them. you poured out and even amount of everything and washed your hands to get all the mixed crumbs off. a light knock on your door was heard, instantly sending your stomach to jump around. “ coming!” you called out, quickly placing all the bowls on the table before slipping over to the door. opening it, you peeked through the small crack, not seeing anybody. you opened it completely, now a frown taking out your previous smile. “ rAh!” heeseung jumped out from the side in a horrible attempt to scare you, leaving you in a fit of laughter. now heeseung was the one pouting. “ that’s not funny y/n, i got you” he said, trying to maintain his pout but only ended joining in with your laughter. gosh how he missed you. once you both eventually calmed down, you kicked the door close and wrapped your arms around his waist. he felt different. “ heeseung…” you called, eyebrows creasing again. “ you lost weight.” you said, hearing him sigh in response. “ in know y/n, they aren’t letting me eat as much. it’s okay though!” he says, trying to lighten the mood. humming you pulled his hand towards the living room and sat him down on the couch. “ i don’t see anybody here to monitor you so eat up” you say, pulling the table closer. you rested your chin on his shoulder and looked up at him. he huffed, rubbing his cheeks. “ gosh y/n… i love you so much” he mumbled, turning to look at you with the softest smile. you mimicked his facial expression. connecting your lips in a gentle kiss. you’ve shared many kisses before but this one felt.. perfect

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jay was never one to show that he was stressed. whenever he did though, nobody else could be around to know.

he has been struggling trying to learn a new dance and every day when he came home to your shared apartment, he would always complain about how much his body hurts.

the front door tickled, followed by a soft thud a few seconds after. “ i’m homeee” jay called out, yawning and taking his shoes off before trotting over to the bedroom which was where you would most likely be. he chuckled to himself, seeing you only had the lamo turned on and piano music playing in the background. he felt a small ( or not ) figure coming up behind him and wrapping their arms around him. “ go take a bath my love, then come back here okay?” you mumbled quietly, letting go to stand infront of him. this time, he tugged you into a soft hug, kissing your shoulder. “ you’re too much y/n” he spoke softly, already knowing what to expect in the bathroom. pulling away from the hug, he simply smiled to himself before landing another kiss on your lips. “ come on smelly, go take a bath and then i’ll give you a massage. i know you’ve worked so hard recently. he stared at you for a moment, stars in his eyes before nodding and rubbing your shoulder. you watched as he walked into the candle lit bathroom, smiling before closing the door. how did he get so lucky to have you?

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it’s been so quiet in the house. jake has been so busy with releasing a new album that he often forgot to take care of himself

pushing open the door to enhypens practice room, you saw all the members either dancing or sitting against the wall with a bottle in their hand. eyes scanning the room, you bowing and have everybody a small ‘hello’ before jake stood up and walked over to you, resting his chin on your shoulder. “ hi there handsome.” you smiled, rubbing your hand up and down his back. after not receiving any response, you pulled away from the hug and held his face in your hands with a small smile. “ what’s wrong my love?” you said, just loud enough for the two of you to hear. “ hungry.” he pouted, causing you to giggle quietly. you placed a quick kiss on his lips before holding a plastic bag up to him. “ i went past the grocery store on my way here and got you some food. there is like two things for the boys to share aswell okay?” his lips lifted up from the pout into a bright smile, nodding and pulling you into a tight hug. “ thank you so much y/n~~!”. it was crazy how quickly his mood changed but you were just glad he wasn’t going to be pouty for the rest of the day. taking the bag from your hand, he gathered the boys in a huddle before sitting down and pouring out everything that was inside of the bag. isn’t really wasnt a lot but it was definitely enough for them. a few excited noises echoed around the room before they all bowed their head and instantly claimed what they wanted. jakes smile never left his face. you would do anything to see that smile forever.

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sunghoon had a really hard iceskating solo and not to mention the upcoming album he needed to practice for

he has been really overwhelmed and needed a getaway

a green tick showed up on the screen. confirmed. smiling to yourself, you bit down on your bottom lip while trying to imagine flying overseas to jeju island together. he was always comparing about how he would never be able to go there because of all of his work. it was a friday morning and he had the whole weekend off work so you thought a three day trip would be a perfect getaway for the both of you. sunghoon had left the bed earlier in the morning for some unknown reason, tilting your head as you just realised. “ sunghoon-ah! come!!” you called out, cringing as your voice didn’t come out as loud as expected. regardless, sunghoon showed up in the doorway. “ what’s up my love?” he asked, leaning against the frame and yawning. “ come lay down” you whined, closing your laptop and placing it on the nightstand before opening your arms for him. without hesitation, he waddled over to you and dropped himself ontop of you. letting out a soft groan, you shook his shoulder as he started to laugh. “ i’m not that heavy~” he laughs, lifting his head to look at you. “ yea yea, if i did that you would act like i pushed you through the ground” you giggled, pushing him off you and onto his back next to you. shuffling closer to him, you rested you head in the crook of his neck before landing a small kiss. “ if you could go to one place in the world, where would it be?” you asked, already know the answer. “ jeju island” he respond quickly, no second though running through his mind. “ mm.. guess what? we are leave tonight.” you smiled into his neck, closing your eyes. “ leaving..?” he asked, slightly confused as it was so unexpected. “ to jeju island. you said you wanted to go right?”. sunghoon shrugged you off his shoulder and held your face up in both of his hands so delicately, as if he would break you. “ y/n if you’re joking i’ll snap your neck” he says, creasing his eyebrows. “ just as well i’m not joking then. hurry up, let’s start packing” you mumbled. he clearly still didn’t believe you. pulling out of his grip, you grabbed your laptop and opened the ticket screen. he stared at it blankly before blinking and bringing himself back to reality. “ i’m gonna marry you y/n!” he exclaims, tackling you down onto the bed into a bone crushing hug.

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sunoo has been struggling with his weight recently. the company has put him on a strict diet, not allowing him to eat as much as the other members.

humming quietly to yourself as you made your way to enhypens shared dorm, you pulled out your phone and texted sunoo.

hi my love, i’m on my way to the dorm okay?

sunshine boy: i’ll be waiting :)

and with that, you turned off your phone and continued walking. it was so cold that day and you knew that sunoo didn’t deal with the cold very well so when you got there and saw him cuddled up in what looked like 3 blankets, the least you could be is surprised. not noticing your presence, his eyes stayed glued to the tv. “ what are you watching?” you asked, making your way over to the bed and laying down next to him. he instantly paused the show and tugged his arms out of the blanket. “ y/n! that was quick” he says, coiling his arms around your waist and feathering small kisses all over your collarbone before giving you a lasting one on your lips. “ i kissed you y/n. i’ve been so busy” he pouted, sitting up and resting his head on your shoulder, something he always did when he was sad. you brought your hand up to his hair and ran your fingers through it. “ i know sweetheart. let’s keep making them for eachother like this hm?” you spoke calmly, sunoo nodding his head in response. he lifted his head from your shoulder and stared at you with teary eyes. you instantly felt your stomach knot up, cupping his soft cheeks in your hand. “ it is the dieting again?” you asked him, wiping a stray tear that escaped from his right eye. sunoo nodded, sniffing and leaning into your neck with a soft sob. “ let’s go out for dinner” you spoke up, rubbing your hand soothingly up and down his back. once again, he lifted his head and wiped his tears away. “ i’m not allowed.” he mumbled, another sob leaving his lips. “ they aren’t going to do anything. who cares, they don’t own you” you reassured him, leaning in to leave a small kiss on the tip of his nose. he nodded and with that, his usual smile was back on his face.

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jungwon has been under a lot of pressure recently, especially since e he was the leader of enhypen. they have had multiple comebacks without a break and jungwon desperately needed some time away.

“ jungwon? i’m home!” you called out, closing the door behind you. jungwon had one day off and the one day he was free, you got caught up working. “ in the bedroom y/n” he responded. he sounded sick. slipping off your shoes, he quickly walked to the bedroom to see jungwon sitting with his back resting against the backboard of the bed, laptop resting on his lap. “ save what your work on and then it off” you sighed, walking over to him and waiting for him to put the laptop away. “ stop doing the jungwon. it’s not heathy.” you nagged him. you sometimes felt like a mother with how much you had to remind him to take care of himself. he huffed in response. tilting your head to the side, you leaned into his chest and wrapped your arms around his waist. “ they need me y/n, i have to.” he explains softly, resting his chin ontop of your head. you nodded, lifting your head to rest your lips against his shoulder. “ i know wonnie but you can’t overwork yourself. it’s not fair.” you explained, not warning any response from him. you sat up and pulled out of the hug before slipping your hand into his. “ come, let’s go to the grocery store and buy snacks so we can watch a movie. let’s invite the boys too, im sure they need a break” you suggested, lifting him off the bed. he simply smiled at you. how did he manage to get such a caring and considerate partner?

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being the maknae, ni-ki found himself under a lot of pressure from the hyungs and wanted to take a day off practice.

a small ding was heard from your phone, causing you to lift your head and check the small notification that popped up.

“y/n, can i come over?” the message read and you didn’t need to check who it was from. it was obviously that your boyfriend ni-ki was under a lot of stress from the new comeback and needed somebody to lean on. regardless if you were older or younger ni-ki would always come to you when he needed support of reassurance. responding affirmatively to the message. you shut off your phone and searched up the address for the nearest cinema. ni-ki had been nagging his hyungs to go to a new movie that had just came out but their excuse was that they were too busy. seeing that the movie he wanted still had available seats, you booked it for two people and got up to get dressed. after a while of getting dressed, you heard the front door unlocking, followed by footsteps walking towards your room. “ y/n, are you in here?” you heard ni-ki’s voice call out. “ yeah, go put your shoes back on” you responded, grabbing your bag and phone before walking up to him who was slipping his shoes back on. “ didnt you wanna watch ______?” you asked, putting on shoes for yourself too, looking up at him. “ did you get tickets?!” he said, almost yelled while jumping in his spot with a bright smile. “ i did but we need to get there quick, it starts in 20 minutes.” you said. it’s true, ni-ki does have a contagious smile. “ thank you so much y/n! i love youuuu!” he said, the slumber he was in earlier totally forgotten about. he pulled you into a tight hug before grabbing your hand and tugging you out of the door.

hi hi! i hope this was up to your expectations and wasn’t too long. it took me a while to get it out because it’s mother’s day here and i’ve been pretty busy! thank you so much for requesting, i hope it was up to your standards :))

You Know You Should Not Have Survived That, Right? | Ghostface!Heeseung x fem!reader PART 1

PART 1 OF PART 4

Pairing: Ghostface!Heeseung x fem!reader

Warnings: Blood/injury. Violence, murder, panic attacks, stalking, obsessive behaviour/ possessive behavior.

Genre: Eventual romance, Horror/Thriller

Wordcount: 13k

Sum:

"Well, I'm not laughing," You said, your voice shaky as you moved through the house, checking every nook and cranny.

"I'm not laughing either, princess," he remarked, a term that sent a chill down your spine.

"Don't call me that," you snapped, feeling a growing sense of unease.

"Well, you never gave me your name," he said, his voice taking on a sinister edge.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

“Pretty girls covered in blood. As such, we were each in turn treated like something rare and exotic. A beautiful bird that spreads its bright wings only once a decade. Or that flower that stinks like rotting meat whenever it decides to bloom.”

You lounged on the luxurious, long white couch, surrounded by the opulence of the spacious living room. The soft glow of the TV illuminated the room, its screen broadcasting the ominous news of a series of murders gripping the city. Intrigued, you set aside your magazine, your eyes fixed on the news anchor detailing the gruesome events.

As the reporter delved into the chilling details of the latest murder, your curiosity deepened. The atmosphere in the room seemed to thicken with tension as you absorbed the unsettling information. Just as you reached for the remote to increase the volume, your mother's departure interrupted the quietude.

"I'm leaving now. You be good and stay home, alright?" Your mother's voice echoed through the room as she fumbled through her purse. You assured your mother of your compliance, bidding her farewell and locking the door behind her.

Returning to the comfort of the couch, you crawled over the backrest, disregarding the conventional way around. The remote found its way back into your hands, and you switched through channels in search of something more captivating. Finding nothing of interest, you stood and strolled to the imposing shelf beside the TV, adorned with an array of movies and decorations.

Among the diverse collection, your hand settled on a horror movie: "Your Next." It promised a refreshing twist with a resourceful final girl, a detail that appealed to your taste. Ignoring the collateral damage of two neighboring DVDs collapsing, you retrieved the movie and inserted the disc into the TV slot.

Plopping back onto the couch, you pressed play, but the movie's ominous beginning prompted you to hit pause. Rising up you headed to the kitchen in pursuit of the perfect movie snack—popcorn. The cupboard held the desired item, but with your stature, reaching proved impossible. Unfazed, you fetched a little wooden stool, conquering the height disparity.

With the popcorn secured, you turned your attention to the microwave. Engrossed in the popping symphony, you momentarily forgot about the stool now awkwardly placed in your path. As you rounded the kitchen island, your phone's ring pierced the air, and your friend Yeji's name flashed on the screen.

Answering the call, you engaged in a conversation about the latest murder, Yeji's voice laden with concern. Popcorn still in hand, you dismissed Yeji's fears, attributing the killings to a random act of violence. Unbeknownst to you, a subtle unease settled in the air.

Returning to the kitchen, you fidgeted with the knives on the island, your gaze wandering as if searching for an unseen presence. A sudden feeling of being watched sent shivers down your spine. Instinctively, you closed the balcony doors, shutters, and curtains, dispelling the eerie sensation.

With the unsettling moment behind, you resumed your movie night preparations. You bid Yeji farewell as the microwave signaled the completion of your popcorn. Snacks in hand, you adjusted the living room's lighting to a dim, cozy ambiance, casting a warm glow over the elegant surroundings.

Sinking back into the couch, you kicked your feet up on the forbidden glass table, relishing the rebellious act in your mother's absence. You popped open an energy drink, took a sip, and draped a blanket over yourrself to ward off the slight chill. In your minimalistic attire of sweatpants and a tank top, you settled into the cocoon of comfort, ready for a night of horror and suspense.

The plush, velvety blanket cocooned you on the couch as you layed sprawled. The dim lighting accentuated the opulence of the living room, and the remnants of your movie night – an empty drink and a half-eaten bowl of popcorn – scattered around you. The film's climax was unfolding on the screen as the final girl realized the treacherous intentions of those around her. You, however, had succumbed to the captivating scenes, soft snores blending seamlessly with the movie's eerie soundtrack.

A faint buzzing noise pulled you back from the realm of dreams. You hummed, your eyes fluttering open as you surveyed the living room, the movie still playing out the tense chase scene. You yawned and stretched languidly, causing the blanket to slip off your shoulders. With a groan, you paused the movie, your gaze directed towards the empty drink can on the table. Realizing your phone was missing, you decided to investigate the source of the interruption.

In the kitchen, you retrieved your misplaced phone, its screen revealing an unknown caller. The call had ended before you could answer. Intrigued, you scrolled through your recent calls, curiosity piqued by the mysterious contact. Just as you was about to turn off your phone, the device lit up again, displaying "unknown caller."

Swiping to accept the call, you greeted the unknown voice with a simple, "Hello?"

"Hello, who is this?" The voice, smoky and melodic like honey, echoed through the phone.

"Well, who are you trying to reach?" You responded, settling back onto the couch.

"What number is this?" The voice continued, a hint of uncertainty in its tone.

"Well, what number are you trying to reach?" You countered, a playful smile touching your lips.

"I don't know," the voice admitted.

"Try the number again and see if you typed it correctly," You suggested, a playful smirk dancing on your face as you hung up. However, the persistent caller dialed again, and you felt a mix of annoyance and intrigue, answering once more.

"Hellooo?" You drawled out.

"I'm sorry; I guess I dialed the wrong number," the voice apologized.

"Then why did you dial it again?" You questioned.

"I just wanted to apologize," the man explained.

"Well, you are forgiven," You replied nonchalantly, popping a few more popcorn kernels into your mouth.

"Good to know," the man said. "Do you like scary movies?" he asked eventually, his voice oddly comforting.

You nodded, forgetting momentarily that the man couldn't see you. "Yes," you affirmed.

"What's your favorite scary movie?" he teased.

"Hmm," You tapped your chin in mock contemplation before answering. "American Psycho."

"Is that the one with Christian Bale?" the man inquired.

"Yeah," You confirmed.

"So, you got a boyfriend?" he continued, the conversation taking an unexpected turn.

"No," You huffed, the atmosphere shifting as the questions delved into personal territory.

"And why is that?" the man probed, his tone becoming more unsettling.

"Well, there isn't really anyone out there that has my attention," You replied, fidgeting with a loose thread on your pants.

"Really? Well, that's too bad," the man remarked, the conversation taking on a darker undertone.

"I knooow," You sighed, growing uneasy.

"What's your name?" he pressed further.

"Why do you want to know my name?" You questioned, sensing a growing discomfort in the exchange.

"Because I want to know who I am looking at," he said, sending a shiver down your spine.

"What did you say?" you asked, your voice tense.

"What did I say?" he feigned innocence.

"That's not funny," You replied, suddenly aware of your vulnerability. You began double-checking the security of your home, peeking through blinds and ensuring all doors were locked.

"Was it supposed to be?" he continued, the unsettling tone persisting.

"Well, I'm not laughing," You said, your voice shaky as you moved through the house, checking every nook and cranny.

"I'm not laughing either, princess," he remarked, a term that sent a chill down your spine.

"Don't call me that," you snapped, feeling a growing sense of unease.

"Well, you never gave me your name," he said, his voice taking on a sinister edge.

Your world seemed to freeze at the ominous tone. "I`m sorry, i have to go" you spat out, surveying your surroundings.

"Wait!" he urgently said.

Ignoring his plea, you hung up before swiftly ascended the stairs, your desire to secure your safety intensifying. You checked each locked door in your path, a heightened sense of urgency guiding your actions. When your phone rang again, you hesitated before answering.

"Hello?" you said, a tinge of anxiety in your voice.

"Why did you hang up? We were having a talk," the same voice echoed, sending shivers down your spine.

"Because the conversation was over on my end," you stated firmly.

"Hmm, harsh," he commented.

"Yeah, sure," you retorted, hanging up without further notice. You continued your security check, ensuring every door was securely locked. The phone continued to ring, but you silenced it, a growing sense of dread settling over you. The inability to block the unknown number only heightened your unease, and you couldn't shake the feeling that you was being watched, the shadows of your home concealing potential threats.

The unsettling tension gripped you as you navigated your home, checking each locked room, and securing your sanctuary against potential threats. The rhythmic ticking of the clock in the hallway mirrored the heavy beats of your anxious heart. You peeked into the bathroom, finding it locked, the silence within unnerving.

Advancing to your mother's bedroom, you discovered it similarly secured. The atmosphere grew thicker with each locked door, and your mind raced as you approached your own bedroom, finding it too impassable. The cold hallway seemed to close in on you, echoing your trepidation.

Your hesitant gaze fell to the phone you clutched in your hand, its screen illuminating with the persistent unknown caller.

At the fifth intrusive call, your patience snapped. Gritting your teeth, you accepted the call with a sharp, "What!?"

The man's threat reverberated through the line, his words laced with malice. "Listen here! If you hang up on me one more time, I will gut you like a fish! You hear me?!" his voice, now a raw growl, threatened violence.

"Oh yeah? Try me!" you retorted defiantly, hanging up once more. Determination flickered in your eyes as you steeled herself for whatever came next.

Just as you disconnected, a sudden, loud noise echoed from your mother's sewing room, freezing you in your tracks. Your phone, now silenced and nestled in your pocket, became an afterthought as your instincts screamed at you to tread carefully.

With deliberate steps, you tiptoed backward, avoiding the sewing room as if it held the secrets of your deepest fears. The muffled sounds behind the door only intensified your unease. You hesitated, your gaze darting around the hallway for any signs of intrusion.

Taking a calculated risk, you silently opened the nearest door, revealing your little brother's room. A wave of relief washed over you, grateful that he was away at a sleepover, shielded from the ominous events unfolding. With measured breaths, you surveyed the room, your eyes landing on a baseball bat tucked in a corner.

Your fingers closed around the familiar grip, and with resolute determination, you climbed into the closet. Leaving the shutters slightly ajar, you positioned yourself with a limited view outside. A hand pressed against your mouth, slowing your breaths as you braced for whatever loomed beyond your shelter.

The shadows played tricks in the dim light, and the palpable silence heightened your senses. Your mind raced with the possibility of an intruder in your home, the unsettling unknown leaving you shrouded in suspense. The baseball bat in your grasp became both a shield and a weapon, as you huddled in the closet, waiting, watching, and wondering about the source of the disturbance in your once-secure sanctuary.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as you crouched in the closet, hidden behind boxes. The silence surrounding you was oppressive, punctuated only by the rhythmic cadence of your own heartbeat. The baseball bat felt strangely weightless in your grasp as you stayed huddled, each passing minute amplifying the weight of the unknown.

Pulling your phone from your pocket, you noted the multiple missed calls from the mysterious man. The last futile attempt had been minutes ago, marking your solitary confinement within the closet for a staggering 15 minutes. The unnerving quiet had become a torment, a slow and relentless assailant on your sanity.

When the urge to escape finally beckoned, you hesitated. A distinct sound cut through the stillness — the bedroom door opening. Your pulse quickened, and you peeked out from the shutters, your eyes widening at the ominous figure that materialized. Towering, clad in a long black cloak with the hood obscuring any defining features, the intruder's presence exuded menace. Black combat boots and gloves, the latter gripping a gleaming hunting knife, completed the haunting ensemble. A white mask adorned the figure's face, an unsettling visage with a contorted expression that seemed to mock the gravity of the situation.

A cold shiver raced down your spine as the realization hit — this could be the killer responsible for the recent spree of murders. Was he truly after you?

You pressed a hand over your mouth, muffling your breaths, watching the masked assailant enter the room with predatory grace. His calculated steps conveyed a chilling confidence, the aura of a remorseless murderer.

You observed as the figure methodically searched the bedroom, scanning under the bed before approaching the closet. A curse echoed in your mind as the man neared your hiding place. With a mixture of fear and determination, you stood up and swung the baseball bat with all your might. A triumphant smile curled on your lips as the bat connected, eliciting a grunt of pain from the intruder who stumbled and fell to the ground.

Seizing the opportunity, you swiftly darted out of the bedroom and descended the stairs, your footsteps hurried but quiet. As you passed the living room, the horror movie still paused on the screen, another set of footsteps echoed behind you. The chase was on.

You raced around the kitchen island, leaping over the forgotten stool. Glancing back, you saw the masked figure closing the open cupboard door, only to trip over the stool, emitting a yelp and groan. It provided a brief respite for you to grab a knife from the table, your grip tightening around the handle.

The assailant rose, towering over you, his masked face betraying no emotions. Slowly, he circled the kitchen island, and you mirrored his movements, keeping a cautious distance. The gleaming hunting knife in his hand reflected danger, the blade promising pain.

"Stay away! Don't come any closer!" You shouted, but your warning fell on deaf ears. Suddenly, he lunged, grabbing your arm, the force causing you to drop the baseball bat. A sharp pain seared trough your arm as his knife sliced your forearm. A scream tore from your lips, and in desperation, you kicked the guy in the shin, gaining a momentary freedom.

With a quick slash, you retaliated, your knife finding its mark on the guy's arm and chest. A growl escaped the masked assailant as he twirled his knife, retaliating with slashes on your shoulder and arm. The pain intensified, and you cried in agony.

Undeterred, you sprinted into the living room, leaping over the backrest of the couch. Falling between the couch and the glass table, you grabbed a heavy ceramic decoration, regretting the inevitable damage to your mother's prized possession. With a forceful throw, the ornament hurtled towards the killer, shattering into a million pieces as he fell backward by the force of the throw.

"Shit!"  You gasped as the guy uttered his first words. The voice was the same one from the phone, only in a clearer and younger tone now. A realization dawned on you– the killer was someone close to your age, likely another student. The revelation only intensified the horror of the situation as you braced yourself for the dangerous dance that continued to unfold in the dimly lit living room.

The living room became an arena of survival, the air heavy with tension as you and the hooded killer engaged in a deadly dance of cat and mouse. You clutched the kitchen knife tightly in your right hand, the blade gleaming ominously in the dim light. The masked assailant, armed with his hunting knife, circled you with predatory intent, the white mask revealing nothing of his emotions or identity, leaving you to wonder about the identity of the person beneath the facade.

Your eyes remained fixed on your adversary as you edged around the room, your movements cautious yet calculated. Every instinct screamed for you to stay on guard, to be ready for any sudden strike. The sound of your footsteps on the hardwood floor was drowned out by the echo of the silent confrontation.

The tension reached its peak when the hooded killer lunged forward, slashing his knife at you with swift precision. You deftly sidestepped the attack, the blade missing you by inches. Seizing the opportunity, you swung your own knife in a retaliatory strike, aiming for his side. The hooded figure skillfully evaded the blow, showcasing a deadly proficiency in the macabre dance.

You, fueled by a desperate determination to survive, utilized every inch of the living room to your advantage. You maneuvered around furniture, using the space to your benefit, constantly seeking openings to strike.

As the chase raged on, you spotted an opportunity. A discarded stool lay nearby. With a swift kick, you sent the stool sliding toward the hooded killer's feet, hoping to trip him up. The assailant stumbled, momentarily thrown off balance. It was your chance.

Your heart raced as you sprinted down to the basement, seeking refuge in the bunker your father had installed before his departure from the family. The cool metal door creaked open, and you rushed inside, pulling it shut behind your. The air in the bunker felt heavy with tension as you fumbled for your phone, your trembling fingers dialing the emergency number. You explained the chilling situation to the police dispatcher, your voice a mixture of fear and urgency.

As you waited on the line, the minutes stretched into an eternity. The cold silence of the bunker echoed the torment in your mind. Finally, you heard the distant knocking on the bunker door. The voice on the phone instructed you to open up, assuring you that it was a police officer. You cautiously checked the security camera feed on the bunker, confirming the presence of the officer. You ended the call, entered the code, and slowly opened the door.

"Hello, officer," You greeted, your voice strained. The female officer's eyes widened in shock as she took in your disheveled appearance. "Oh, you are in rough shape, young lady," she expressed, offering assistance. Together, you ascended the stairs to a scene of organized chaos – a swarm of police officers meticulously searching every inch of the house.

"He's not here. When we arrived, the house was empty. Looks like he ran when you went in the basement," the officer informed you, providing a small sense of relief. You nodded silently as you exited through the busted open door, a visual testament to the recent struggle of the police. The flashing lights of police cars painted the scene in red and blue hues.

Paramedics approached, tending to your wounds. Your attention, however, remained fixed on the commotion surrounding your home. Your mother's voice reached your ears as she ran towards you, worry etched across her face. "Y/n!" she exclaimed, embracing her daughter and checking you over. Your response was subdued, your thoughts still lingering on the harrowing encounter.

Kyungmin, your younger brother, approached with concern in his eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked, the innocence of his question contrasting sharply with the night's events. You gazed at him, exhausted and in pain as you shook your head. Kyungmin climbed onto the gurney beside you, and you pulled him into the safety of the blanket provided by the paramedics.

A familiar face interrupted the solemn moment – the news reporter from the TV. Microphone in hand, she approached, seeking an interview. Kyungmin, ever protective, spoke up on your behalf, sternly refusing the intrusion. A police officer intervened, guiding the persistent reporter away, sparing you from further distress.

As the news crew retreated, you closed your eyes, attempting to shut out the chaos around you. However, the haunting image of the hooded killer's mask flashed in your mind, a reminder that the scars of this night would linger in your nightmares. The weight of the encounter settled on your shoulders, leaving you to grapple with the trauma that now defined your reality.

The next morning, you awoke to the persistent beeping of the alarm clock, signaling the start of a day that you wished you could forget. As you sat up in the unfamiliar guest room at Yeji's house, you took a moment to absorb your surroundings. The room, while neatly arranged, felt foreign, lacking the familiarity of your own space.

Yeji and her family had generously offered shelter to you and your family after the horrifying visit from the hooded killer. The police had taken over your home for investigation, fearing the possibility of the assailant returning. You, plagued by nightmares, had spent a sleepless night, haunted by the haunting image of the white mask and the towering figure.

Rolling out of bed, you made a feeble attempt to make it, your mind still clouded with the remnants of your unsettling dreams. You changed into a simple white blouse, ripped jeans, and sneakers, the routine serving as a small distraction from the lingering fear. Descending the stairs, you found Yeji in the kitchen, flipping pancakes.

"Good morning, Y/n! How did you sleep?" Yeji greeted, her smile an attempt to bring warmth to the gloomy atmosphere.

"Terrible," you replied bluntly, your appetite diminished. You mechanically grabbed a pancake from the plate and nibbled on it, more out of habit than hunger.

Yeji, ever considerate, suggested, "You can try to sleep during lunch. I'll cover for you."

You shrugged in response. "Are we the only ones here?" you asked, scanning the empty kitchen.

"Uh-huh! My parents and your mother left for work, and your brother also left for school. So, we should head to school as well," Yeji explained, turning off the oven and slinging her bag over her shoulder.

You wrapped the remaining pancakes in a foil wrapper, slinging your own bag over your shoulder as you made your way out to Yeji's car. The warm sunlight kissed your skin as they parked at school. However, your day took an unexpected turn as you approached the entrance and found a throng of newscasters eagerly waiting.

You and Yeji exchanged a worried look before approaching the spectacle. One of the popular girls, pointing towards you, caught the attention of the reporters. Cameras surged towards you, creating a chaotic scene that overwhelmed you. Yeji quickly pulled you away from the crowd, guiding you inside the school where the cool breeze of the air conditioning offered some relief.

"Thank you, Yeji," You muttered, still trying to steady your racing heart.

"You're welcome," Yeji replied, and the two of you walked to your lockers, ignoring the stares from other students, their whispers echoing in the hallway. The day had just begun, and you knew you would need to navigate the challenges that lay ahead, both inside the school and within yourself.

You and Yeji stood by the lockers, engrossed in a conversation when you felt an odd sensation, as if someone's eyes were burning into the back of your head. Turning slightly, you noticed Lee Heeseung, a fellow student from your biology class, standing against the lockers on the opposite side of the hallway.

Heeseung was dressed entirely in black, a black mask covering most of his face, leaving only his enigmatic eyes visible. His dark hair added an extra layer of mystery to his already imposing presence. Despite sharing the same class for two years, you and Heeseung had never exchanged a single word. His lack of communication with anyone outside his circle of friends made him an enigma. You had observed him talking only with his buddies, never participating in class discussions, and always presenting alone to the teacher`s during evaluations. It wasn't that he was mute; he simply chose not to talk.

Intrigued by this peculiar behavior, you couldn't help but find him captivating. You had noticed his striking features and the air of menace that surrounded him. Yet, no one dared to pick on him, possibly due to his good looks and the intimidating aura he exuded. A crush had developed, but you kept it to yourself, fearing rejection.

As you met Heeseung's penetrating gaze, you found yourself unable to look away. It was as if he could see through you, and you couldn't break free until Yeji's intervention snapped you back to reality.

"Y/n? You okay?" Yeji's concerned voice reached your ears.

"Huh? Yeah, yeah, I'm okay. Just a little tired, that's all," You replied, closing your locker. You walked with Yeji to the next class, but out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Heeseung's continued stare, unyielding even when his friend, Jake, tried to engage him in conversation.

The day passed swiftly until lunchtime, where you and Yeji found solace on a secluded bench at the end of a quiet hallway. You rested your head on Yeji's lap while attempting to catch up on much-needed sleep. Thirty minutes later, you headed to the last class of the day – biology.

Taking your usual seats by the window, Yeji braided your hair while you absentmindedly doodled on your worksheet. The teacher droned on about anatomy and nerves, but most students were more interested in their own activities. Heeseung, occupied himself with a game on his computer, occasionally glancing at the teacher.

You, also slightly distracted, glanced at Heeseung through your computer screen. You snapped out of your daze when Yeji tugged on your braid a little too hard.

"Oops, sorry," Yeji whispered as she finished the braid.

You subconsciously touched the braid and looked down at your worksheet. Glancing at Heeseung, you noticed he was focused on his computer. The rest of the class passed without further incident, leaving you with a strange mix of curiosity and unease regarding Heeseung's enigmatic gaze.

You and Yeji parted ways at the school gate, each going in your own respective directions. "I'll see you home tonight, alright?" Yeji said, giving you a warm hug. "Yes, see ya," you replied, waving as Yeji disappeared into the crowd of students leaving the school grounds.

As you headed to your after-school activities, the day unfolded with the passage of time. When the clock struck 5 PM, you found yourself finishing up, the last to leave the building. The once bustling halls were now eerily empty as you made your way to the bathroom.

In the solitude of the restroom, you decided to freshen up. You unzipped your bag and applied some lip balm, preparing to accessorize with your favorite scarf. The black and white pattern of the scarf exuded a chic and classic vibe, and as you were about to tie it, a toilet flushed behind you. Your attention shifted to the stall, and a chill ran down your spine when you saw black combat boots beneath the door.

You stiffened, a sense of dread settling in as the stall door swung open. The haunting figure from your nightmares, the same one who had attacked you the day before, emerged. The hunting knife, now clean of your blood, gleamed ominously in his hand.

"You..." you began, but your words morphed into a scream as he lunged at you, pressing you against the cold restroom wall. The impact sent a jolt of pain through your head, but the real terror came when the knife approached your throat. Bracing for the impending pain, you closed your eyes, only to find yourself still intact.

"Open your eyes," the melodic yet sinister voice from the day before demanded. Slowly, you obeyed, meeting the menacing gaze of the white-faced mask. "It's you... you are the hooded killer," you stammered out, surprisingly steady despite the fear coursing through your veins.

"I prefer the name Ghostface, but yes. That's me," he replied coolly. The knife withdrew from your throat, replaced by his hand, the blade pointed dangerously close to your face as he gripped your chin. His hollowed eyes scrutinized you, and he hummed as if evaluating your uniqueness.

"You are different than the others," he muttered cryptically. Confused and afraid, you found yourself pulled closer to him. The proximity was overwhelming, his towering figure covering you completely. Just as the situation took a more threatening turn, you seized the opportunity to elbow him in the same spot you remembered from the previous night's struggle. The move worked, and he groaned, giving you a chance to escape.

Bolting out of the bathroom, you ran out of the school, fueled by adrenaline. Your legs carried you all the way to Yeji's house. Once inside the guestroom, you hid under the safety of the bedsheets, tears streaming down your face. The questions echoed in your mind – who was this Ghostface, and why had he come for you? Only later did you realize that your black and white scarf was missing, a tangible reminder of the encounter.

Ghostface`s POV:

Ghostface observed your movements from the shadows of the bathroom, hidden behind the stall door. He had anticipated your arrival, a sense of obsession driving him to seek you out once more. The thrill of the chase, the anticipation of seeing your face when the mask was revealed – it fueled his every move.

As you entered and began to freshen up, Ghostface couldn't help but revel in the proximity. The rhythmic pulse of his own excitement resonated beneath the pale mask. The mask, a mere facade that concealed the unsettling grin he felt beneath.

The black and white scarf caught his attention – an accessory he associated with you. The pattern, a visual echo of his fixation. A piece of you, he thought. In that moment, he felt a compulsion to possess it, to keep it close as a memento of this encounter.

When you realized his presence and screamed, Ghostface reveled in the fear he induced. The exhilaration surged as he pressed you against the cold wall, the metallic glint of the hunting knife dancing dangerously close to your throat. He watched you close your eyes, surrendering to the terror he wrought.

"Open your eyes," he commanded, wanting to savor the fear reflected in your gaze. The hollow sockets of the mask mirrored his emotions – a twisted dance between malevolence and obsession. He examined you closely, drawn to the nuances of your reaction.

You, surprisingly resilient, managed to escape his grip, Ghostface grunted in pain. The elbow strike had found its mark, the wound from the previous encounter throbbing beneath the black fabric of his costume. Yet, the pain was inconsequential compared to the thrill of the chase.

Impressed by your cunning, Ghostface couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. You had remembered the weakness he exposed the night before. He allowed himself a cold grin beneath the mask, admiring your resilience.

As you fled the scene, Ghostface reached for the scarf you had left behind. It lay on the ground, a symbol of your vulnerability. He picked it up, feeling the soft fabric in his gloved hands. A dark satisfaction enveloped him as he tucked it into his sleeve, a macabre trophy of his obsession with you. Later, as he changed out of the costume, he felt the wound reopen, the blood under the bandage a reminder of the dance between predator and prey. Yet, nothing could overshadow the twisted pleasure he derived from the encounter.

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The dinner table was a silent gathering, each scrape of utensils against plates echoing through the room. You sat with your family and Yeji's, your appetite lost in the weight of recent events. Pushing your food back and forth, you barely registered the mundane sounds of family dinner.

The doorbell interrupted the uneasy quiet, prompting Yeji's father to rise and welcome two unexpected guests. Police officers, their presence cast a somber mood over the room. "Hello, come in," Yeji's father invited. The officers' gaze turned to you, and with a curt nod from one of them, they addressed you. "Ready to go, Mrs. y/l/n?" You simply nodded, a silent acknowledgment, and followed the officers to their car, waving goodbye to your brother Kyungmin.

Seated in the back of the police car, you stared out of the window, watching the night pass by in a blur. The quiet journey took you to the police station, where the cold, sterile atmosphere greeted you. Zipping up your hoodie for warmth, you sat alone in a stark room, the minutes stretching into an eternity.

The interview was a chilling recount of the horrors you had faced. Finally, the clock on the wall revealed the lateness of the hour, nearing 1 AM. The same police officer who brought you in now drove you back, his partner strangely absent. Suddenly, a jolt rocked the car, prompting the officer to stop. "What was that?" You asked, concern in your voice. "I don't know, stay here," the officer commanded as he exited the vehicle, leaving you locked inside.

Unbeknownst to you, the officer had driven over a gruesome scene—a lifeless, bloodied body. As he knelt down to investigate, a swift strike ended his life. Ghostface emerged from the shadows, the thrill of the kill evident behind his mask. His eyes gleamed with a sinister delight as he looked at the two corpses.

You, oblivious to the horror unfolding outside, remained locked in the car, scrolling on your phone. But when you looked up the sudden appearance of Ghostface in the rearview mirror sent shivers down your spine. Frantically attempting to escape, you found yourself trapped as Ghostface circled the car, his gloved hand pressing the car keys.

With an aggressive pull, the door swung open, and you attempted to flee. Ghostface, however, was faster. He seized your ankle, and the glint of his knife traced a painful path down your calf. Your scream echoed in the night as you kicked free, running into the cold darkness. Ghostface, fueled by sadistic pleasure, pursued you, the chilling words hanging in the air, "Go ahead and run, princess.... It only makes it more fun for me."

You cursed under your breath as you realized the police car had stopped in the midst of a dense forest. Shadows loomed ominously, and the flickering moonlight cast an eerie glow through the twisted branches. The forest, a labyrinth of darkness, was the worst place to be pursued by a relentless killer. You ran past trees, stumbling over uneven ground, twigs slapping against your face as if nature itself conspired to impede your escape. Yet, you pressed on, ignoring the obstacles that sought to detain you, focusing solely on surviving the chilling pursuit.

In your frantic flight, you tripped over something soft, and you grunted as your palms scraped against the unforgiving ground. Turning around, you let out a horrified scream— you had stumbled upon a lifeless body. Ghostface emerged from the shadows, his ominous figure contrasting with the darkness of the forest. "Don't feel bad," he taunted. You snapped your gaze up at him, the fear in your eyes palpable. "Did..you kill them?" you stammered.

"Who else would?" Ghostface retorted with a chilling sarcasm that sent shivers down your spine. "But why?" You questioned, desperation etched in your voice. Ghostface, advancing closer, seemed almost amused. "Oh! You want to know my motive?" he mocked. "You know, I really don't know. Call it impulsivity, call it incidental. But for me?" He waved his knife theatrically. "It's just for fun." His voice dripped with a sinister tone that echoed through the dark expanse.

"You are crazy!" You exclaimed, your defiance cutting through the tension. Ghostface feigned hurt, responding, "Oh, now that's just hurtful, princess." You, angered by the name, insisted, "I said not to call me that!" Ghostface, undeterred, continued his twisted rambling, offering alternatives like "sweetheart," "baby," "sunshine," and "honey." You rejected each one with growing frustration.

"But that's no fun... Y/n," Ghostface announced, relishing the way your name rolled off his tongue. Clenching your fists, you felt vulnerable and exposed, alone in the heart of the foreboding forest. "This isn't supposed to be fun!" you shouted. Ghostface merely chuckled, declaring, "Well, it's fun for me."

As he lunged to attack, you instinctively ducked and darted past him, tears streaming down your face. His sinister voice echoed in your ears, "Run, run! I will always be right behind you!" Everywhere you looked, you saw him, a phantom in the shadows—behind a tree, perched on a rock. Your mind played tricks on you, every shadow morphing into a potential threat.

Gasping for breath, you collapsed on the asphalt of the road, tears blurring your vision. Gripping your chest, you felt a crushing weight. Your throat tightened, breaths came in ragged gasps, and your old wounds reopened, mingling with the fresh gash on your leg. Overwhelmed, you succumbed to a panic attack. The only illumination came from the vacant police car, casting an isolated glow on you amidst the darkness.

Voices and another set of headlights pierced through the night as another car approached. As the darkness claimed your consciousness, exhaustion took over, and the traumatic ordeal drew to a temporary close.

Heeseung`s POV

Heeseung entered his house, greeted by the sight of his father slouched in the armchair, oblivious to the world, drowned in the stupor of alcohol. The flickering TV cast a pale glow on the worn-out carpet, showcasing some mindless commercial. Heeseung felt a twinge of resentment towards his father, a lingering disdain for the man who had remained after his mother's departure. Yet, beneath the layers of frustration, there lingered a reluctant sense of caring, however faint.

Tired of the oppressive atmosphere, Heeseung ascended the stairs, seeking refuge in the solace of his bedroom. The click of the lock echoed in the silence, shutting out the world beyond. Slinging his bag onto the bed, he removed his hoodie, letting it join the discarded laundry. The red-stained bandages peeked through as he peeled off his t-shirt, revealing evidence of wounds that had reopened that day.

A determined resolve etched on his face, Heeseung stood before the mirror. The vivid red of his bandages against the pale of his skin hinted at the violence he had unleashed. Swift and skilled, he rewrapped the bandages with practiced efficiency, ensuring the wounds were concealed once more. Fresh clothes replaced the discarded ones, and with a meticulous routine, he zipped open his bag.

The ghostface costume emerged, stained with the evidence of his actions. Heeseung soaked it, allowing the water to wash away the blood and sweat, leaving no trace of his grim deeds. The hunting knife, an extension of his malevolence, was cleansed under a resolution that eradicated any lingering residue under the unforgiving UV rays.

Then, he delicately pulled out the scarf, a token of his encounter with you. The soft material caressed by his fingertips, a reminder of a night that had sparked something unfamiliar within him. Collapsing onto his bed, he stared up at the ceiling, the walls adorned with posters from games and horror movies. With a contented sigh, he closed his eyes, allowing thoughts of you to fill his mind.

As slumber claimed him, a subtle smile lingered on his face, an unsettling contrast to the darkness that surrounded him.

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Your eyes fluttered open, and the harsh hospital lights made you wince. Panic seized you as the memories of the previous night flooded your mind. Before the fear could fully consume you, a calming hand and a familiar voice reached out to you.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Yeji's voice reassured you, and you turned your head to see your friend by your side.

"Yeji? Where am I? What happened?" Your voice was shaky, the events of the night still lingering in your consciousness.

"You're in the hospital. We found you on the ground... was it him again?" Yeji's concern was evident in her eyes as you slowly settled back onto the bed. The sterile scent and the hum of medical equipment around you became more apparent.

"Yeah... it was," you admitted, your gaze falling to the IV in your arm. Vivid images of the killer and the police officer's death replayed in your mind.

"We know, we know. The cops have taken care of everything," Yeji explained, attempting to offer some comfort.

"Yeji... why is he doing this... to me?" your plea held a mix of confusion and desperation as you sought answers from your friend.

"I don't—" Yeji began, but her words were interrupted by another voice entering the room.

"It's because you're a badass!" Kyungmin, your younger brother, announced as he bounded into the room. He climbed onto the chair beside your bed, his eyes filled with admiration.

"What?" you looked at him in surprise.

"Think about it! In every scenario, the victims die, but you have survived every single encounter! You're the final girl, sis! You'll kill him and live on to tell the tale!" Kyungmin explained with unbridled excitement.

"Kyungmin... how do you know so much about horror movies?" Yeji asked, attempting to redirect the conversation.

"Oh... well... we have them, and..." Kyungmin began, but you tuned out their conversation. Your mind was focused on the realization your brother had presented.

When Ghostface had first come after you, he wasn't prepared for your resourcefulness and determination to fight back. Despite multiple encounters, he hadn't succeeded in taking your life. He toyed with you, savoring the chase. You took a deep breath, absorbing the truth. You was the final girl. A surge of determination welled within you, replacing the fear with a fierce resolve to confront the hooded killer once and for all.

Days blurred together for you as you layed in the hospital bed, recovering from the harrowing events that unfolded. Yeji, being the devoted friend she was, visited daily, bringing both updates on school life and a mountain of homework. The constant drone of the television in the corner of the room kept the atmosphere heavy, each news report recounting the horrifying murders that had taken place.

You winced every time the name "Ghostface" echoed through the speakers. The news anchors dramatized your survival story, casting you as a resilient heroine in the face of unspeakable horror. The relentless coverage gnawed at your nerves, replaying the trauma with every broadcast.

One afternoon, as the news segment started, Yeji seized the opportunity to bring some normalcy to the room. With a swift movement, she turned off the TV and turned towards you.

"No TV now, we have a test to study for, and you need to know this when you get released from here," Yeji declared, holding a biology textbook in her hands. "Now eat your pudding while I read chapter 13 to you."

You grumbled, your mood not the brightest, but you obediently took a spoonful of the pudding the nurse had brought in. Yeji, undeterred, began firing questions from the textbook, ensuring you kept up with the coursework despite the challenging circumstances.

As Yeji read, the words of biology mingled with the beeping of machines and the occasional murmur from other patients. The room transformed into a makeshift classroom, a haven from the chaos outside its walls. 

Heeseung/Ghostface`s POV:

Heeseung slumped in his biology class, your empty seat serving as a constant reminder of your absence. The room felt colder, the air heavier, and his restlessness intensified with every passing minute. The usual banter and whispers of the students around him seemed distant, drowned out by the void left in your wake.

His internal conflict manifested in a sharp edge to his demeanor. When a girl approached him, attempting to initiate a conversation, he reacted with an uncharacteristic harshness, pushing her away without a second thought. He needed to be alone, away from the prying eyes and casual interactions that only accentuated his yearning for your presence.

Heeseung abruptly left the classroom, making his way to the bathroom. Locking the door behind him, he flung his bag on the cold, tiled floor, the clatter echoing in the small space. With an impatient pull, he yanked off his mask, revealing a face twisted with frustration as he glared at his own reflection in the grimy mirror.

The internal turmoil was eating at him. He missed you more than he had anticipated, and it bothered him on a visceral level. The need to see you, to hear you, to be close to you, clawed at his chest like a relentless beast. It was a sensation he couldn't easily dismiss, a yearning that fueled his restlessness.

With a frustrated groan, Heeseung unleashed his anger on the bathroom stall. A violent kick sent the door crashing into the wall, leaving an unmistakable dent. For a moment, the physical release offered a semblance of satisfaction, but the ache persisted.

Regaining composure, Heeseung gathered his belongings, pulling the mask back into place. He left the bathroom, his tardiness to class a consequence he was willing to accept in exchange for the futile attempt to quell the storm of emotions within him. The hospital, where you resided, loomed in his thoughts like a magnetic force, drawing him closer with each passing second. 

Ghostface lingered outside the hospital in the cool night, shadows cloaking his figure as he observed the changing of the nurses. With calculated precision, he navigated the terrain, making his way toward the entrance. A gentle nudge opened the glass door, and he slipped in, avoiding detection as he roamed through the silent hallways.

Peeking through a hand mirror, he strategically eliminated the nurses, each swift kill leaving a trail of lifeless bodies in his wake. The hospital became a dark canvas painted with the aftermath of his murderous spree. A sinister whistle beckoned a lone nurse towards him, her fate sealed with a quick, silent demise.

Ghostface moved with chilling efficiency, silencing doctors and nurses alike, his path leading him to the second floor. In the dimly lit hallway, he encountered a lone doctor, oblivious to the danger closing in. The knife struck, ending the doctor's life, adding one more casualty to the night's symphony of death.

Room 104, the destination imprinted on Ghostface's mind. With stealth and malevolence, he approached the door, a predator seeking its prey. Slowly creaking it open, he peered inside, revealing you asleep on the bed, Yeji on a chair beside you. Ghostface hesitated, his knife poised for the strike, but something in your peaceful slumber gave him pause.

A twisted fascination held Ghostface captive as he studied your sleeping face. Unbeknownst to him, Yeji stirred and gasped, her eyes widening with terror. Swiftly, Ghostface redirected his attention, raising his knife. A sudden movement caught his peripheral vision, and he turned to see you waking up.

"No... please," You whispered, your voice a plea in the night. Ghostface lowered his weapon, momentarily captivated by the desperation in your eyes. It was a fleeting moment before he turned and, with a brutal efficiency, stabbed Yeji, silencing her pleas. The room became a stage for a cruel dance of violence.

As Ghostface tossed Yeji aside, he realized you had vanished from the bed. A thrill coursed through him, and he pursued you down the dimly lit hallway. Your panicked breaths echoed, the chase heightening the tension. You darted into a room, and Ghostface followed.

Closing and locking the door behind him, he taunted, "Come out, come out, wherever you are, princess. I know you are here." You, hidden behind boxes, held your breath, fear etched across your face. Ghostface continued his macabre game, attempting to coax you out with promises of conversation.

When you remained silent, he sighed, "Come on, princess. Come out, and we can talk like adults." As he approached, you lunged, wrapping yourself around his back. A violent struggle ensued, you desperately fighting for your life. Ghostface slammed you against the wall, causing you to release your grip.

Turning to face you, he seized your wrists, pinning them above your head. In the dimly lit supply closet, Ghostface loomed over you, relishing the terror in your eyes. "There you are," he whispered, a sinister grin beneath the mask. You whimpered as he silenced you with a hand over your mouth. "Shhh. We can't have anyone waking up and disturbing our sweet time together now, can we?" he mused, his voice dripping with malevolence. "I just had to see you, princess," he added, a cruel fascination gleaming in his eyes.

Ghostface had been studying you, relishing in the desperation that flickered in your eyes after days of separation. The ache of missing you had grown unbearable. So caught up in his twisted fascination, he didn't notice when you unleashed a swift knee to his groin. The pain jolted through him, and he staggered back, momentarily incapacitated.

Seizing the opportunity, you fled, unlocking the door and making your way down the stairs and out of the hospital. Outside, you paused to catch your breath, relief washing over you. However, your momentary respite was shattered when you looked up and gasped. Ghostface loomed in your hospital room, holding Yeji with a knife to her throat.

Fear gripped you, and you cried out, rushing back inside, disregarding the lifeless bodies scattered around. As you reached your hospital room, you opened the door cautiously. The only sight that greeted you was Yeji on the ground, unconscious but seemingly unharmed. However, your moment of relief was short-lived.

A knife pressed against your back, and an arm coiled around your chest. Ghostface's voice, a sinister whisper, cut through the air. "I knew you'd be back when you saw your precious friend helpless."

Frustration welled within you. "What do you want with me? If you wanted to kill me, you would have done so!"

No answer came from Ghostface, and you strained to catch a glimpse of him through the corner of your eye. The mask revealed nothing, only his steady breaths. A chilling silence lingered before he spoke again, his voice devoid of emotion. "I just wanted to see you."

With an abrupt release, Ghostface pushed you away. You scrambled to the side, your eyes wide as you realized he had disappeared. The unnerving encounter left you perplexed, but your concern shifted back to Yeji. Clambering over, you checked Yeji's pulse and breathed a sigh of relief at the reassuring signs of life. The inexplicable motive of Ghostface remained a haunting mystery.

A full week had passed since Yeji and you were discharged from the hospital, which had been grappling with a significant loss of staff. Unbeknownst to you, surviving encounters with Ghostface had turned the two of you into unwilling celebrities, your stories circulating through hushed whispers and frightened glances.

You, especially, wanted no part of this unwanted popularity. After finishing your school day, you walked to your car and drove to the mall, seeking solace in the mundane routine of shopping. You wandered through the mall, your hood pulled over your head, two shopping bags in hand. Amid the hustle and bustle, a notification chimed on your phone, drawing your attention. Unaware of your surroundings, you collided with someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" you exclaimed, stepping back. When you looked up, you realized you had crashed into Heeseung. He stood there, clad in jeans and a black hoodie, his own hood covering most of his face except for his piercing eyes. A black medical mask concealed the lower half of his face.

"No worries!" Jake, who stood beside Heeseung, chimed in. "Hey, you're Y/n!" he added.

"Yeah, that's me," You replied, a hint of confusion in your voice. Heeseung remained silent, his eyes fixed on you. The air thickened with an unspoken tension, leaving you to wonder about the thoughts hidden behind Heeseung's enigmatic gaze.

Jake leaned down with a friendly smile, resembling a puppy eager for attention. "Hey, it's totally cool if you don't wanna, but there's a small party tonight at my house. If it sparks some interest, just hit me up, and I'll text you the address," he said.

You hummed, looking at him. "Eh, sure... I'll think about it. Thanks," you replied.

"Oh, is that Candyman!?" Jake added, peeking into your shopping bag and spotting the horror movie disc. "You like horror movies?" he asked.

You glanced down at your shopping bag and then back up at Jake, nodding. "Have you seen it?" you inquired.

"Sure, I have! The killer and victim falling in love with each other? That's a new one in horror, if you ask me. It was refreshing!" Jake said.

"Sure," You replied. However, your attention shifted when you noticed Heeseung extending his hand, his fingers curled into a fist. Perplexed, you looked at him with confusion. Heeseung then opened his palm, revealing a heart-shaped chocolate, and nudged it toward you.

"That means it's for you," Jake explained.

"Oh, thank you," You said, blushing lightly as you took the chocolate from Heeseung. Your fingers brushed, and you couldn't help but notice the warmth of Heeseung's skin. The size difference between the chocolate in his hand and yours intrigued you. Before you could say more, Jake ushered Heeseung away.

"Well, you think about the party today! It was nice meeting you," Jake called back as he guided Heeseung toward the gaming store.

"Yeah, you too," you muttered to yourself. You looked down at the chocolate, opened the wrapper, and popped it into your mouth, savoring the unexpectedly delicious taste of caramel. With a shrug, you tossed the wrapper into a nearby trash can and continued with your shopping, thoughts of the party lingering in your mind.

Heeseung`s POV:

Heeseung stood near the entrance of the mall, his attention lost in his thoughts as the world passed by. A sudden impact jolted him, and he instinctively prepared to glare at the perpetrator. However, when his eyes met yours all traces of irritation dissipated, replaced by a sense of fascination.

You mumbled an apology, your voice weaving a sense of normalcy into his troubled world. As you engaged in conversation with Jake, Heeseung found himself feeling strangely giddy, observing you act so effortlessly regular. Little did you know that he was the unseen cause of the disturbance in her life, a hidden figure orchestrating chaos from the shadows.

His focus shifted to the interaction between you and Jake, and a subtle warmth filled his chest. He watched as you accepted the heart-shaped chocolate from him, your fingers briefly brushing in the exchange. The touch sent a pleasant tingle down his spine, leaving him with a subtle, lingering joy.

Jake pulled him away toward the gaming store, and Heeseung went willingly, turning his gaze back for a moment to observe you. From afar, he witnessed you unwrap the chocolate and take a bite, his heart lifting with happiness. A smile, hidden beneath the mask, crept onto his face. The only indication of his joy was the gentle crinkle at the corners of his eyes, a silent expression of contentment as he continued to watch from the shadows.

The room Heeseung was in was dimly lit, the atmosphere carrying an air of calculated calmness. He opened the closet, concealing the bag with the Ghostface costume and the hunting knife with meticulous care. As the door closed, the concealed items seemed to vanish into the shadows. Heeseung's focus shifted to the clothes he had recently purchased, the jeans hugging his legs, a black t-shirt embracing his frame, and a leather jacket adding a touch of mystery. A quick slick of his hair back completed the transformation.

He walked out of the room, leaving behind the ghost of his darker intentions. The party preparations were already underway, and Heeseung joined Jake, Jay, Niki, Jungwon, Sunghoon, Sunoo, and their other friends. Working together, they transformed the space into a lively venue, laughter and music echoing through the walls.

Heeseung chose not to return home; there was nothing for him there. His father, a haunting figure from his past, rested in the depths of a secluded forest, far removed from prying eyes. Today marked the culmination of his plans, and your presence at the party was an unexpected yet welcomed development.

As the festivities commenced, people streamed in, each face a blur of insignificance to Heeseung. He maintained his aloof demeanor, detached from the jovial conversations around him. In the midst of the crowd, he waited patiently, his attention fixed on the entrance, anticipating the arrival of the one person who truly mattered to him.

Your POV:

You and Yeji moved with a silent synchronicity, your stealthy escape from the house guided by the allure of the unknown night. Dressed in contrasting styles, Yeji embraced chic elegance, while you opted for black jeans paired with a red off-shoulder top. The two of you ventured into the world outside, leaving behind the constraints of parental knowledge.

The party pulsated with life as you arrived, the atmosphere thick with the scent of alcohol, drugs, and the perspiration of dancing bodies. The booming music enveloped you as you navigated through the crowd. Yeji found her boyfriend, disappearing into the sea of people, leaving you to explore the chaotic beauty of the gathering on your own.

With a drink in hand, you claimed a vacant spot on a couch. It was an unconventional choice, sharing the space with a couple too engrossed in each other to notice your presence. As you sipped your drink, you observed the rhythmic movements on the dance floor, losing yourself in the pulsating beats.

Your gaze wandered, and unexpectedly, it met Heeseung's. For the first time, the black mask was absent, revealing the entirety of his face. You found yourself captivated by his handsome features, his sharp lines softened by the absence of the usual disguise. You chewed on your bottom lip, unknowingly drawn into an observation that felt both intrusive and intimate.

Heeseung, engaged in conversation with Sunghoon, eventually turned his head. As his eyes met yours, the intensity in his gaze was palpable. You, caught off guard, quickly averted your eyes, the unexpected connection leaving you both intrigued and uneasy. 

Heeseung`s POV:

Heeseung's attention wavered as he conversed with Sunghoon, a subtle force pulling at him, urging him to look elsewhere. And when he did, his eyes found you in the crowd. The chaotic surroundings seemed to fade away, leaving only you in his field of vision.

A strange sensation bloomed in Heeseung's chest, an unfamiliar warmth that spread through him. The sight of you stirred something within him, a desire to sweep you away from the prying eyes of the party and offer you everything he had, the entirety of his world.

A smirk played on Heeseung's lips as he locked eyes with you. He raised his drink to his lips, savoring the liquid as he continued to gaze at you, a silent promise lingering in the air.

Heeseung confidently placed his finished drink on the table and strolled past the dancing floor, heading straight toward you. The glances from his friends, filled with confusion, didn't deter him. A quick glance at his wristwatch made him grin. He had time.

Stopping in front of you, he extended his hand and gestured towards the dancing floor. At your initial hesitation, he raised an eyebrow, silently questioning. You, after putting down your own drink, took his hand. He licked his lips before gently pulling you towards the dancing floor.

As you danced, Heeseung encouraged you with smiles, and to his surprise, you started to move with more confidence. He grinned and, seizing the opportunity, placed his hands on your waist. The synchronization between you two was so natural that you didn't notice a growing circle of people around you, cheering and hyping you up.

The dance reached its climax when Heeseung gripped you, spinning you around before ending with a dramatic pose – him holding you in a dip. The applause and cheers from the crowd engulfed you, but in that moment, Heeseung and you seemed to exist in your own world, your eyes locked, both of you catching your breaths.

Heeseung lifted you up again with a playful grin before backing away. The music abruptly stopped, and everyone turned their attention to Jay, who held the microphone.

"I just got news that the principal is stuck up by the flagpole at school!" Jay announced, and the crowd erupted in excitement, rushing out of the house to witness the unexpected spectacle.

Your POV:

Your surprise flickered across your face when you noticed someone standing in front of you. However, as Heeseung came into view, that initial surprise morphed into a different kind of astonishment. When he extended his hand, asking you to dance, you hesitated for a moment, glancing around at the lively atmosphere. The music pulsed through the air, beckoning you to join in the fun.

Feeling a sudden burst of confidence, you accepted Heeseung's hand and joined him on the dance floor. As the rhythm took over, you grinned, noticing the surprise in Heeseung's expression. The music became a bridge, connecting you in a dance that felt surprisingly natural. You felt good dancing with Heeseung, the movements easy and fluid.

The dance reached its peak, and you ended with a pose that left you mesmerized, locking eyes with Heeseung. It was a moment suspended in time until Jay's announcement shattered the spell. The shocking news about the principal by the flagpole sent a wave of confusion through the crowd, and the house emptied with lightning speed.

You stood there, shocked, watching the sudden exodus. The party had dissipated in an instant, leaving you alone in the now-quiet room. Your gaze searched for Heeseung, only to find that he, too, had vanished along with the rest of the revelers.

The flickering light of the TV cast a surreal glow over the room as the stragglers from the party settled in to watch Train to Busan. You, initially indifferent, sat beside Yeji, who had pleaded with you to stay. The remaining company included Yeji's boyfriend Jiyoo, Doyun, Beomseok, and Byeol—classmates whom you recognized but didn't particularly engage with.

As the movie unfolded on the screen, Beomseok began a vociferous rant, berating the film's intelligence and boastfully claiming he'd easily survive a horror movie. Doyun, unnoticed by the others, vanished in pursuit of a beer, only to meet his demise at Ghostface's hands in the kitchen.

Byeol, prompted by a call from his concerned mother, left the gathering, unknowingly walking towards his fatal encounter with Ghostface, his life brutally ended in his own car.

Feeling the need to escape the awkwardness of the situation, you excused yourself, heading upstairs in search of the bathroom. Locking yourself in, you remained oblivious to the unfolding bloodshed until a piercing scream echoed through the house. Startled, you rushed downstairs, only to be met with a nightmarish scene.

Jiyoo lay lifeless on the floor, Yeji wailing in grief, and Beomseok standing beside her, bloodied and wounded, wielding a pan in defense. Beomseok, acknowledging your presence, blamed you for the chaos, proclaiming that your mere presence had attracted the crazed Ghostface. However, the sudden sound of a gunshot silenced him as he fell backward, shot by an unseen assailant.

Turning towards the kitchen, your eyes widened at the sight of Ghostface—his mask smeared with blood, holding a knife and a gun. The gun was now pointed at you, and you instinctively raised your hands in surrender.

"Please..." Yeji pleaded, fear evident in her tear-filled eyes.

Ghostface disregarded Yeji and turned his masked visage toward you, his eyes hidden behind the haunting expression. "You really are a gem, do you know that, sweetheart?" he remarked, his voice carrying an unsettling calmness. "You know, when I first broke into your house, I wanted to end you," he continued, the weight of his words settling like a suffocating blanket, "but afterwards? I came to the realization that I don't want to kill you."

A mixture of confusion and terror clouded your expression as you ventured, "Then... what do you want to do?"

An airy laugh escaped Ghostface's concealed mouth, sending shivers down your spine. "I want you to be mine forever," he declared, the words hanging in the air like a sinister melody.

"What...?" You uttered, unable to conceal the fear in your voice.

Ghostface chuckled, "So let me make you a deal. If you come with me right now, I will leave your friend alive. Your choice."

The gravity of the decision weighed heavily on your shoulders. Your gaze flickered between Yeji, still engulfed in sorrow, and the masked figure before you. The room seemed to close in, the silence punctuated only by the muffled sobs of Yeji. In that harrowing moment, you grappled with an impossible choice, the consequences echoing through the chilling laughter of the masked assailant.

Before you could comprehend the gravity of his words, a shot rang out, and Ghostface vanished into hiding. A police officer, responding to a noise complaint, entered the scene, providing momentary relief. Another officer appeared in the doorway, and you felt a surge of gratitude.

However, the relief was short-lived. The first officer, in a moment of panic at seeing Ghostface peek out behind the wall, began firing indiscriminately. The room descended into chaos, and your, eyes wide with horror, witnessed the accidental demise of your friend. Yeji's lifeless body lay on the ground, a casualty of the very protectors who were supposed to ensure safety.

In shock, you stumbled down the stairs and out of the house. The cop who inadvertently caused the tragedy looked on in horror, realizing the magnitude of the mistake. 

The air crackled with tension, and the scent of blood lingered like an ominous premonition. Your tear-filled eyes remained fixed on Yeji's lifeless form, an overwhelming grief tightening your chest.

In the midst of the disarray, two sudden, deafening gunshots pierced the air. The cops, caught off guard, crumpled to the floor- dead. The room fell into shocked silence, broken only by Ghostface's eerie chuckle. Emerging from the shadows, he stepped over the fallen officers, his dark cloak billowing like a phantom in the night.

Ghostface's masked gaze shifted from the lifeless bodies to you. He shook his head in a feigned disappointment. "See what happens when you don't trust me, princess? Now your friend is dead." The callous words cut through the air, leaving you speechless as fresh tears streamed down your face.

Crouching down beside you, Ghostface tutted disapprovingly. He reached out, his gloved hand cupping your chin, wiping away tears with a scrap of his cloak. "Don't cry, my love," he whispered, his voice a chilling murmur. "I would hate to ruin your pretty mascara."

Your tear-streaked face, illuminated by the flickering lights of police cars in the distance, revealed the toll of the horror you had witnessed. As exhaustion overcame you, your body gave in, and you collapsed against the masked figure, your breaths shallow and ragged. Exhausted and broken, you could only muster silent sobs, as you succumbed to the darkness.

Ghostface's voice, a chilling contrast to the chaos that had unfolded, whispered reassurance to the shattered girl in his arms. "Oh, my poor dear... Don't worry. I will take good care of you, my precious gem." His words, seemingly soothing, echoed with an unsettling promise as he gently lifted you from the blood-stained scene, cradling you like a fragile doll.

Guiding you towards a hidden car, Ghostface laid you down in the backseat with a tenderness that contradicted the violence that had transpired moments ago. The muted glow of the streetlights illuminated his masked visage as he carefully arranged you, the weight of your unconscious form a reminder of the darkness that clung to him.

Returning to the house, Ghostface, a master of deception, meticulously staged the aftermath. Beomseok's lifeless body was draped in the iconic Ghostface costume, a macabre transformation that would divert any lingering suspicions. The scene bore the haunting imprint of a horror movie set, with the pale moonlight casting eerie shadows over the distorted reality he had crafted.

Having completed his sinister tableau, Ghostface returned to the idling car. Opening the door with a sense of purpose, he found you still lost in the refuge of unconsciousness. Ghostface slid into the driver's seat, his gloved hands gripping the steering wheel with a steely resolve.

As the car glided away from the crime-ridden suburban tableau, Ghostface's eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, a sinister smile hidden beneath the mask. The darkened highway stretched out before him, leading to the next town.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

The groggy haze began to lift from your mind as you slowly awoke in an unfamiliar bed. You winced, feeling a dull ache throughout your body, and a groan escaped your lips as you sat up. The room around you was dimly lit, and the bed you found yourself on was surprisingly comfortable.

Your eyes scanned the surroundings, and a sudden wave of realization hit you. Memories of the horrifying events from the night before flooded back, and your heart sank. Yeji, your friend, was dead, and Ghostface had taken you.

Your hands gripped the edge of the table beside the bed as a heart-wrenching sob threatened to escape. You couldn't comprehend the nightmare you had become a part of.

A note on the table caught your attention, and you read the ominous message. "Fresh clothes in the closet, take a shower princess." The word 'princess' sent shivers down your spine, and your eyes widened with dread. Nevertheless, you gathered yourself and steeled your resolve.

Waddling towards the door, you tried the handle, only to find it locked. Frustration and fear fueled your determination. You gritted your teeth and surveyed the room for another way out. Spotting another door, you cautiously approached and turned the handle, revealing a surprisingly luxurious bathroom.

The sight of the pristine facilities contrasted sharply with the terror of the previous night. Taking a deep breath, you decided to follow the note's instructions. You crumpled the note in your hand, a silent rebellion against the unseen captor, before locking the bathroom door behind you.

The hot water cascaded over you, washing away the physical and emotional stains of the previous night. You lingered, lost in your thoughts, as if the water could cleanse you of the horror you had experienced.

Emerging from the shower, you found the promised clothes in the closet. A pair of pants and a warm sweater offered some comfort in this strange place. You dressed quickly, your mind racing with uncertainty and fear.

Once again facing the locked door, you sighed. The feeling of entrapment settled in your chest, but you pushed it aside, determined to confront whatever awaited you beyond that door. With one last glance around the room, you returned to the bed and sat, bracing yourself for whatever came next.

When the door to the bedroom clicked open, you cautiously pushed it ajar. Peering into the adjacent spaces, you found yourself in a kitchen with a faint aroma of something cooking. To your right, a living room unfolded, and in its midst sat Ghostface, the embodiment of your nightmares. Yet, he appeared different—regular jeans, a black t-shirt, and the ominous Ghostface mask, casually manspreading in a chair, hands resting comfortably on his lap. The mask concealed his expression, leaving you to grapple with the mystery of the man who had brought you here.

"Come on out, princess," his voice rumbled, carrying the roughness of a morning awakening. You hesitated for a moment, your eyes fixed on the mysterious figure. You cautiously stepped forward, closing the bedroom door behind you. The click of the lock echoed in the room, and Ghostface gestured for you to come closer.

With hesitance in your steps, you moved towards him, your eyes flickering between the enigmatic mask and the man beneath it. Ghostface didn't rush you, his posture remaining relaxed as if he had all the time in the world. 

But as you approached, his strong hands shot out, gripping your waist, and he effortlessly pulled you onto his lap. "There you are," he said, his voice surprisingly calm, as if this was an ordinary encounter.

You stiffened, gazing into the mask that concealed his identity. The weight of the question lingering in your eyes, you asked, "Who are you? Why did you do this to me?"

"Oh, my love," he replied, his voice softening, "I told you it's because I love you." Before you could react, his hands moved to the secure straps of the mask. Holding your breath, you watched as he unclasped the clasps, removing the Ghostface mask and tossing it aside. A gasp escaped your lips as Heeseung's handsome and sharp face was revealed.

"Heeseung!?" you exclaimed, the shock evident in your voice. The revelation left you speechless. "You're Ghostface?"

"Yes, I am," Heeseung confirmed, his grip on you firm but gentle. "And you are mine." With those words, he pulled you in for a kiss. You gasped at the unexpected intimacy. Conflicting emotions swirled within you—your long-time crush, Heeseung, was kissing you.

You felt an unexpected surge of warmth and a fluttering sensation deep in your stomach. Your heart and brain seemed to engage in a silent battle, each demanding you attention with conflicting emotions.

The warmth of the kiss sent a cascade of conflicting signals through you. On one hand, there was the undeniable thrill of being kissed by someone you had secretly admired for so long. His lips, warm and tender, pressed against yours, creating a sensory overload that your heart eagerly embraced.

But then your brain, the logical part of you, fought back with a barrage of questions and concerns. This was the same person who had, just moments ago, been hidden behind the Ghostface mask, the person who had orchestrated nights of terror that ended in tragedy. The internal struggle intensified, causing a whirlwind of emotions that left you momentarily disoriented.

Yet, despite the internal conflict, the kiss itself was undeniably magnetic. Heeseung's gentle caresses and the way he held you close seemed to overpower the rational part of your mind. The butterflies in your stomach danced, and for that brief moment, the chaos within you was silenced by the intoxicating allure of the kiss.

As Heeseung deepened the kiss, while his hands caressed your waist, your heart won the internal battle, and you reciprocated the kiss with fervor. Your thoughts became a distant murmur, and you surrendered to the swirling emotions, letting the warmth and intimacy of the moment envelop you.  

Heeseung smirked in the midst of the passionate embrace, his hands wrapped around you, pulling you even closer until there was no space left between you. Your lips met in a fervent dance, an intimate tango that seemed to defy the boundaries of time and reason. You felt the warmth of his touch, the gentle caress of his fingers on your hips, and the magnetic pull that seemed to bind you two together.

With a newfound boldness, you tightened your grip on Heeseung's shirt, fingers clinging to the fabric as if grounding yourself in the intensity of the moment. The rhythmic dance of your lips became a symphony of shared longing, and you found yourself unable to resist exploring further.

Slipping your hands up from his shirt to his cheeks, you savored the sensation of his skin beneath your fingertips. The kiss grew more passionate, and in an unspoken exchange, you let your fingers trace the contours of his face, memorizing the details that had long been masked by the ominous masks.

Your hands continued their journey, winding through Heeseung's hair. The once neatly styled locks now fell victim to your eager touch, tousled and disheveled by your exploring fingers. His hair, soft and slightly damp from a shower, felt soft beneath your touch.

As you pulled back from the kiss, you found yourself breathless, your chest rising and falling with the intensity of the shared moment. Yet, when you gazed into Heeseung's eyes, you discovered a hunger, an unquenchable longing that mirrored your own conflicted emotions.

Heeseung, with his hair tousled from the passionate exchange, stared at you with a mixture of love and obsession. His puffy, red lips, moistened by the flick of his tongue, spoke volumes of the desire that lingered between you two. The air was charged with tension as he chased after your lips. His eyes, dark with desire, locked onto yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Undeterred by your withdrawal, Heeseung redirected his attention, placing lingering kisses along your jawline and down to your neck. His actions were filled with a possessive urgency, a declaration of the emotions that simmered beneath the surface. However, a low growl escaped him when you, using your grip on his tousled hair, pulled him back.

With a pout that accentuated the desire in his eyes, Heeseung looked up at you. His hands, now caressing up and down your sides, ventured down to your hips, fingers tracing the curves with an almost reverent touch. The room seemed to pulse with the ebb and flow of your desires, a dance of conflicting emotions and unspoken promises.

"Heeseung, wait... what about my mom? And my brother? They are, for sure, worried now," you voiced your concerns, turning away to confront the reality that lingered beyond the stolen moments of passion. Heeseung, undeterred, gently made you face him again with his right hand, the left continuing its tender exploration of your hip.

"Don't worry, Princess. It's all taken care of," Heeseung reassured, his voice a soothing melody that wrapped around you. Before you could decipher the cryptic assurance, Heeseung seized the moment, pulling you down for another kiss. The words that lingered on the tip of your tongue dissolved into the sweet oblivion of the kiss. Heeseung's actions spoke louder than any explanation he could provide, and you found yourself willingly surrendering to the enchantment of the moment.

Lost in the depths of the kiss, Heeseung tilted his head, deepening the connection between you. The world outside faded away, leaving only the echo of their entwined breaths and the lingering taste of a love that defied logic and reason. As the seconds slipped away, your concerns were momentarily silenced, replaced by the intoxicating allure of a passion that seemed to have been waiting for this moment to ignite.

As Heeseung held you in his lap, a surge of gratitude and contentment washed over him. He couldn't help but feel fortunate to have you, the only woman he had ever wanted, nestled in the cocoon of his arms. Your warmth against him felt like a cherished promise of a future you would share together.

The room around you seemed to fade away as Heeseung reveled in the moment. The soft rhythm of your breathing created a gentle melody, an unspoken connection that echoed the depth of your growing bond. He gently traced patterns on your back, savoring the feeling of your closeness, as if committing every nuance of the experience to memory.

In that intimate embrace, Heeseung couldn't imagine anything more perfect. You was his, and he was yours—bound together by an unbreakable thread that wove through the fabric of the shared existence. As he pressed a tender kiss to the crown of your head, he whispered words that echoed the sincerity of his heart, "Forever and ever, my love."

END OF PART 1

Masterlist:

Part 2

hear me out... basketball captain heeseung trying to impress cheerleader captain reader >_<

WHAT, LIKE ITS HARD?

when basketball captain heeseung finds it hard to get the attention of the sought after leader of the cheer squad, he manages to finally have an interaction with her.

SHORT ONE SHOT! BASKETBALL PLAYER HEESEUNG X CHEERLEADER LEADER Y/N

FLIRTING, CASUAL TALK [not proofread]

Heeseung likes to make it a tradition every game, setting a trap for you to talk to him every time the game ends. Whether it was a loss or not- it felt like he always won when he makes the cheersquad stay for a final talk, discussing the next games and the new approach to the next seasons.

Every game, he'd make you stay on the court just for a couple of minutes just to hear you complain and interact with him. His way of figuring a way to impress you was to be a "responsible and strong" leader, likewise to you. So of course he'd make you talk to him 'leader to leader', but lately, the meetings are so unnecessary you start to find him annoying- but for him? anything for you to say anything back.

Eventually, you made it so clear that you were tired of his excuses, making the team leave early so it was just you to confront him.

The court was empty and the only sound was the squeaking of Heeseung's shoes, his breath panting along as he swishes the ball into the basket- perfectly every time.

"I don't get why you want us to stay for a meeting, number 11." You say as you release your tight ponytail, glaring at the sweat that beaded off of the player's face.

"It's Captain Heeseung to you, pretty." He breathes, catching the ball before turning to you.

Heeseung couldn't help but smile at your aggression, but he quickly wipes it off, clearing his throat before turning away to shoot again.

"I just find it better when the girls listen in, makes us work as a team, y'know, since we have you as our moral support with your wonderful routine." Heeseung's voice echoes through the space as he dribbles the ball.

"I get that," You croak, walking further up to him as you watch him score. "But you only ask me questions? You realise theres more than just me to the team?" You start to get pettily angry, "And the only questions you ask me, is if you did well?" You stammer, watching him falter his steps towards you.

"Well," Heeseung turns, smirking as he catches the ball under his arm. "Did I do well?"

You find the proximity close, with the faint smell of his perfume still latching on to his skin, and his breath enough to tickle yours.

"You're asking me like you find it hard to play good, number 11." You talk back, earning a scoff from him. "As if cheering for me is harder, but by all means, you can continue to cheer for me as hard as you want. After all, I only see you looking for me." Heeseung stands before you, looking you down with a sly smirk on his face.

"How about we put this on a poll?" You chuckle, pushing his sly demeanour aside, snatching the ball off of him. Heeseung watches you in your changed clothes, comfy and determined as you dribble the ball in ease. Heeseung couldn't help but smile at the sound of your determination, and your footsteps along the court floor.

"If I shoot and score, no more meetings." You yell from the 3-pointer line, to which Heeseung rolls his eyes.

"You can't shoot that far,or wide! for a pretty girl like you it's too-"

swish!

Your laugh escapes your grin, with your hand still in the shooting position as you watch the captain's mouth agape. "What? Like it's hard?" you giggle, making heeseung's cheeks heat.

He finds your presence so alluring, and the way you smiled back at him melted his confidence, like all his built up moments to talk to you had lost itself- and now he remains clueless before you shove the ball into his chest.

"I'll give you a simple one, just in case it's too hard, Captain Heeseung." You catch his attention with his name out of your lips. You look at his eyes one more time before turning away.

"If you get it in, I'll cheer twice as hard for you for tomorrow's game, m'kay?"

You watch his eyes dart to the ball, swiftly taking it before launching it with his arms at the half court line, before it lands into the net, swishing perfectly from the momentum. You couldn't help but hide the fact that you were really impressed, wondering that maybe if you drove this much motivation in him, there would have been more games won.

"What?" He smirks, tugging your arm closer to him. You feel his grip differ from last time: confident, and cocky. He shows you a winning smile before turning around, "Like it's hard?" He mocks you, picking up your sports bag and his as takes you all the way out.

Needless to say he was determined to win that very next day afterschool. It was almost overtime, with both home and away one-upping each other, Heeseung called for a timeout, to which was peculiar of him- especially when its almost the end of the game.

Instead of anything technical, he runs to your aisle where you're cheering as loud as you can be, breathing heavily from the routine you choreographed. "Hey, pretty." Heeseung calls you.

"It's Captain Y/n to you." You reply, slightly worried as to why he completely ran only to you with his teammates waiting on him.

"If I make this shot and win, I'll take you out? for other important matters, leader to leader?" His brows furrow, waiting on a deal before he turns away.

You roll your eyes, chuckling before giving him a nod, to which he breaks a smirk before finishing the game with a half court shot- just as perfect as the one he through for you yesterday.

As the crowd cheers, the teams die down and Heeseung manages to pry away from his duties from the court, making his way towards you- his eyes never leaving yours.

"Captain Y/n, did I do well?" He asks again, before you break a smile. "I'll tell you how well you did over dinner, Captain Heeseung." You reply back, the girls with you cooing as he sends you a wink.

"I'll see you tonight then, pretty girl."

Was all heeseung could muster before dancing on his way home, happy that his plan eventually mustered up to be the greatest.

a/n: i hope it was an ok read 🙏🙏 i honeslty really enjoyed writing this so thank u anon 🥺💗💗 pls req more!!

𓏲࣪ ִֶָ ︎ִֶָ HOME AT LAST 𖤐 . — lee heeseung

↺ CONTENT: established relationship idol au, reader is gender-neutral, reader is not an idol, tooth-rotting fluff.

↺ FROM HYE: The amount of content I inhaled about this man should be kept between me and God.... (I want him so bad wtf)

Heeseung knew something was wrong the moment you did not jump on him when you returned home. Dropping his bag on the nearby couch, he removed his shoes and neatly tucked them to the side; not wanting to get a scolding from you later. His eyes did a quick scan of the living room, only to spot no signs of you. Lips pursed, he headed to the bedroom and silently pushed open the door, in case you were asleep. And turns out he was right. 

There you were, wrapped with the blankets as you laid in a comfortable position on your shared bed. Your back was facing him as he tip-tooed further into your room. As he got closer, his eyes softened at the endearing sight of you fast asleep, hugging a pillow close to your chest. The blankets managed to cover you till your shoulders, allowing him to get a peak of you wearing one of his hoodies. 

A part of him felt bad for not being by your side, due to him being busy going on tour after tour. He tried to make time for you by having daily video calls and updating you about his daily life, despite the time difference between the two of you. Whenever he was feeling under the weather or homesick, he would read your conversations and that never fails to put a smile on his face; something his members noticed and constantly teased him about. But deep down, they knew he deeply yearns for your presence. 

Heeseung left the room, moving to take a quick but refreshing shower as he unpacked his luggage, dumping the worn clothes in the washing machine. The remains could be dealt with the next day but for now, he wants to be with you. He returned to the bedroom and it seems like the noises he made must have woken you up, for you were sitting on the bed, hair all messed up as you looked at him with half-opened eyes. 

“Heeseung…? Is that you?” You mumbled, covering your mouth when you yawned. 

“Mhm, it’s me. I’m home,” he murmured, stepping closer until he sat on the edge of the bed. He chuckled when you wasted no time in moving to him, sleepily hugging him with your arms hanging loosely around his shoulders. 

“Welcome home, I miss you,” your muffled voice managed to reach his ears, due to how you had buried your face in the crook of his neck. 

“I miss you too. You should go back to sleep,” he smiled when you made a noise of protest as he adjusted his position so both of you were more comfortable. He managed to properly lay on the bed while you clung onto him like he was your final lifeline, showing no intentions of letting go. 

“Will you still be here tomorrow?” 

The idol swore his chest tightened when he heard your question. It made him realize just how much you had missed his presence and a wave of remorse washed over him. Heesung nodded his head, rubbing circles on your back through his hoodie. 

“Of course, I’ll still be here. Just go to sleep and we will have the whole day to ourselves tomorrow,” he assures you. 

It’s not like his managers and members will hunt him down for skipping a day or two, right?

ok hear me out.. a contract/arranged marriage with any enha member, cliche stuff like yall not getting along n stuff plus yall prolly hate eo's guts. however one day, you got caught in some situation with a guy (idk ur ex or smth) which caused them to be jealous n yea yall fluff things out 🤭🤭

sign me up. | lee heeseung

lee heeseung x fem reader

synopsis : heeseung may have gotten a bit overboard when he saw your ex.

includes : 1.3k words | angst | little fluff towards the ending | haechan appearance! | abusive past relationship | heeseung is not jealous … sorry he’s more … angry :)

extra : first heeseung work!! | i literally change the scenario last minute because i find angry tuexdo heeseung quite hot <3 | little fluff because they like to argue | yn is petty but heeseung doesn’t care | bad employees talking shit about heeseung 👎 | heeseung saves the day!! | this picture of heeseung as a reference … MADE ME FERAL💢💢

(p.s no i’m not normalizing abusive relationships.)

likes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

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you’re staring at your untouched plate of food in front of you. the low volume of chattering and jazz music playing, it made you be in a sea of thoughts.

the fabric of your dress made you feel queasy, questioning as to why you’re the person being told to do this. it felt weird. the atmosphere felt weird overall. it didn’t feel right to be in this situation.

your sweaty fingertips lingered around your bare thigh.

the lights reflected on your white plate.

the smoke of the food disappeared into thin air without you noticing.

you didn’t want to spend your night like this.

you didn’t like the feeling of someone that you utterly hate your guts with, in front of you.

unwavering and eyes just wandering around in boredom, no one dared to speak.

your eyes were filled with hatred with every second spent with your husband. your husband that you were arranged for marriage with. you couldn’t reject - you couldn’t even say no because both parents wanted this opportunity to raise their reputation for their jobs. sometimes you hated being rich and just want to be born in a normal life.

you hated lee heeseung with all of your guts because how cocky he is as an individual. with being born with a silver spoon, he doesn’t shut up with his mouth and likes to irritate you because he’s ‘always right’. if someone doesn’t like his idea, he would immediately fire him.

in the evening of 7:00pm, heeseung’s mother arranged dinner for the both of you just to spend more time as a husband and wife.

“you’re gonna have to eat the pasta one way or another.”

you rolled your eyes at your husband’s words. “you could’ve said no to your mother’s request. i know you dont wanna be here either.” you shrugged.

you looked at heeseung as he wears a hardened expression at the mention of earlier.

“it’s my mother, i can’t just say no to her.”

you scoffed at his words. you find it ironic how he doesn’t say no to his mom but says no to his wife.

when you walked into your bedroom, there was a tuxedo and a matching dress on the bed. you sighed. you admit that it’s a beautiful piece, you just felt like it didn’t belong onto your body.

“oh but when i have a say in something, you say no?” you tilted your head to the side, acting confused towards heeseung who seemed bothered with your words. “what a reliable and caring husband to have.” you sarcastically spitted.

“i am considerate with your words. you’re just making reckless decisions and not understanding my perspective.” heeseung’s fist curled up on his lap. you noticed how intense he was staring at you but you didn’t falter.

“your perspective? all i’m saying that as your wife, i should have the privilege to work alongside with you!”

“maybe if you think before speaking you probably would!”

there was nothing but tension as you eyed heeseung without flinching. you became quiet as you realized that you’re in a public environment. it would be pointless to argue here.

heeseung mentioned earlier on how you talked back to his employees and rejected their ideas to make your own ideas stand out to the lee family. you can’t blame yourself, you were just helping your husband not fall into their tricks and make his branding fall into shambles.

you’re well aware of his reputation among his workers. he’s not very well liked because of his attitude. although you felt a bit bad for the bad mouthing, you also agreed on some of their pointers but you kept your mouth shut.

“i was just helping..” you rolled your eyes, leaning back to your chair with your arms crossed and your mouth pouting as you speak.

“look y/n i know-”

“whatever,” you interrupted his words. you didn’t want to hear what he was gonna say.

you stood up after you pulled your purse to your shoulder. “i’m going to the restroom.” you didn’t look at heeseung’s eyes and walked straight to the restroom with your heels clinking away.

heeseung eyed you with the tip of his tongue touching his lip. he took a deep breath in as you shamelessly walked away. he knows how petty you can be during an argument.

however, he can’t help but let his eyes linger your body a bit longer than usually as you disappear from his sight.

as you finished washing your hands and drying them out, you walked outside with your head cooled off.

“y/n.” you turned around only to be shocked from seeing someone very familiar.

“haechan?” you called out softly to make sure it’s the right person you’re looking to.

the male figure smiled upon your calling.

then your heart dropped.

your intuition was correct. your ex is under the same building as you. it’s been two years since you’ve maren haechan especially when you decided to break up with him because he was starting to become violent towards you. as selfish you are, you immediately called it off which obviously pissed haechan off.

“i knew my mind wasn’t playing tricks.” haechan started to take a step closer to you as you were busy staring at haechan at how physically he has changed, making you worried.

you cursed at whoever made the hallway from the dining area to the restroom so far.

“how are you y/n?” you shivered at the way he said your name. with much venom. you hated the way that he’s smirking at you when he saw that you became frozen.

you gulped. your eyes trailed to the floor in front of you so you try to walk as fast as you can without your heartbeat dropping to the floor.

flashbacks from your relationship occurred in your head. thoughts of haechan hitting and verbally abusing you made your body be in cold sweat.

before you can take two more steps, you felt your wrist being tugged forcefully. as your body instinctively turned around, it all went too fast when your head was pounded to the concrete wall and a hand choked around your neck, making you cough and gasp for air.

you became dizzy as the pain began to consume your head. you lowered your head, trying to redeem consciousness as you kept your hand on haechan’s grip whom never wants to let go.

“you bastard!”

then hand from your neck disappeared. your body slowly slide down to the wooden floor as you heard multiple gasps around you.

you try to look across at what was happening and you were too shocked to process your husband currently beating the living shit out of your ex.

“don’t fucking touch my wife like that you hear me!?” you heard heeseung’s voice being laced with nothing but anger and viciousness as his body was on topped of haechan, gripping his collar and eyeing him with every death stare. “you deserve to go to jail, you fucker!” you heard another groan from haechan

you noticed a bit of blood on the corner of haechan’s lips before coughing on air.

a staff came up to you, giving you their immediate attention. “are you okay?” they asked gently as you nodded continuously. “yes..” you breathe out.

“y/n-“ heeseung’s hands softly gripped your jaw, making you turn to him. you can obviously hear how worried he sounded and how angry he looked. “are you okay? what did that fucker do to you?” heeseung stared at the redness of your neck, indicating how rough haechan was to you.

“i’m sorry..” you whispered, trying to look up at him but you eyes kept closing because of the pain. “i’m sorry about earlier..” you whimpered when heeseung gently pressed on the spot that your head was badly hit in.

although you may have hate heeseung’s guts but he’s the only person who understands your struggles with being born as a silver spoon. sometimes both you go have deep conversations late at night alone in your bedroom, whether he talks first or you.

“no shut up, don’t mention about that right now.” you can hear the irritation of his voice that always never fails to make you giggle.

“we’re going home and i’m making that jerk rot in hell.” compared to heeseung’s harsh words, his hold on you was very gentle and delicate. his hand was holding your waist as his other hand was around your head, making sure that he doesn’t touch the injured area. your heart was beating fast because everything happened too fast - seeing your ex for the first time in 2 years and heeseung being in your arms in less than a minute.

“you’re cute when you’re mad.” you suddenly confessed as you dug your head to his chest in order to not look at haechan being escorted away from the staff. heeseung noticed as he kept your body close to his. you didn’t say anything, and he knew. he just silently lets you do what he wants and it makes your heart flutter whenever he does this to you.

with heeseung’s brave soul, he continued to stare at haechan until he’s out of his sight. you slowly fell asleep in heeseung’s warm arms protecting your figure until the ambulance arrives.

“don’t worry y/n, i’m here with you.” were the last words that you heard before falling asleep in his arms.

hope you enjoyed<3 MERRY CHRISTMAS <33

~~~A BOY WHO~~~

Lee Heeseung fiction

Part 1

Author's pov:

"Dear diary

Seems like a story about a boy who never found his happiness" he wrote while wiping away his tears. He was tired of everything. Tired of school.Tired of family.Tired of friends.Tired of his life.

Suddenly he took of his shirt, got the scissors from his table. He looked at his scars that remind him of the pain he went through his whole life, he looked at the wet pages of his diary that tell him about his hard life and then he looked out of the window. Spring. A season when everything wakes up. Everything wakes up again. After cold and freezing winter everything finds strength and wakes up again forgetting about past. Starting everything again. There was time when those trees with green leaves looked like a stick but now... There was no sun and no hope that sun will come up soon and now...

Tears fell dow from his eyes. He felt happy. Something told him to give second chance to his life. Give a second chance and start everything again. From new page.

The bell rang. Everyone was in the classroom. Heeseung too. He was always smiling and happy boy to everyone but no one knew the truth. Though it was obvious. Always wearing long sleeves, always sitting alone, avoiding eye contact. The teacher entered the classroom but he wasn't alone. There was a girl behind him. She wore their school uniform but no one had seen her before. She was shortie. Black hair with bangs. Cute boba eyes and pink plump lips.

" She's cute" Heeseung thought himself.

Your pov:

- okay Y/N, here's your class. Can you introduce yourself?

- Yes Mr. Park. I can

The teacher guided me to the classroom. When me entered everyone's eyes were on me.

- Hi everyone, I'm L/N Y/N. Nice to meet you.- I said awkwardly

- okay now go and sit somewhere- the teacher Sait to me. I noticed the last seat next to a boy that was free. So I sat there.

As an introvert I didn't even say hi to my seatmate and he did the same.

His pov:

" She sat next to me. Omg. Okay Heeseung don't do anything embarrassing. Don't talk a lot. Just don't talk." I told myself. She is beautiful. Her dark hair reminds me of night sky. Her puffy blush cheeks looked so soft that I already wanted to pinch them. WAIT?! I REALLY DID THAT??!! SHIT

Your pov

I was listening to the teacher when felt that someone pinched my cheeks. I turned around and saw the boy next to me. He looks good.

- what are you doing ? -i whispered to him

- oh. .... Um... Sorry i- I don't know . Just.... Your cheeks .....- he whispered

- What my cheeks ? What's with them? Is there something? - I panicked

- N-no... Just ... They're- he was cut off by the teacher

- Y/N and Heeseung silence- the teacher yelled

So his name is Heeseung. But what he wanted to say about my cheeks. I'll ask later.

The class ended. When I was done packing my things I noticed that Heeseung was already gone.

So I had to look for him. I was running through corridor when I noticed him next to his locker.

His pov:

I was getting my books when I heard someone's heavy breathing. I couldn't see anyone, so I just closed my locker. But behind the locker door was Y/N trying to catch her breath.

- Are you okay?- I asked her

- Yeh I'm okay Heeseung- she said still catching breath. Heeseung? She knows my name? How? She asked anyone? Maybe I was interesting for her?

- How do you know my name? - I asked out of interest

- The teacher said- she said already calmed down. My expectations were wrong. What's this feeling? Why do I feel it? I started to think...

- Hey, Earth to Heeseung. Are you there?- she said snapping her fingers in front of my face

-oh, um yes. What did you wanted to say?

- I just have a question- she said. I didn't say anything and stood there with blank expression.

She sighed. Guess she wanted me something to say.

- What did you wanted to say earlier. About my cheeks.- she said looking down.

-Oh, I wanted to say that your cheeks look cute- i felt embarrassed. Her too. But why.

- o, thanks....-i could see her blush- i-is that all?

- yeah?- I said not looking in her eyes.

- ok then, bye. See you tomorrow - she said running away.

Y/N pov:

His words made me blush really hard. But I never blushed before......