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OH MY GOD PART TWO YALL

LIVE, LAUGH, NO LOVE

MDNI

SCENE TWO

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lee heeseung x f!reader

idol au

smut, fluff, angst

synopsis: all through high school and your eventful trainee days, you and Lee Heeseung were best friends. The closest friends possible and for you, you even fantasised of something more than that. But one day, Heeseung cuts all contact with you and you can’t understand why until Heeseung goes onto i-land and begins his idol dream. When you debut as a soloist, you think that you and Heeseung would become close again but no, Heeseung wants nothing to do with you anymore and has discarded you. When the company pairs you two up for a collaboration, could this be your chance to reunite with Heeseung or will the past remain the past?

warnings: enemies to lovers, fluff, heavy angst, smut, cursing, mentions of kms/kys jokes, miscommunication, implies depression, alcohol

word count: 1.9k

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Once upon a time.

No.

Let’s not begin with that as our opening sentence to start such a dismal tale. That makes this story sound happy and this is anything but happy. In fact, the primary emotions of this story are regret, despair and heartbreak. Such a beautiful trio surely results in something along the lines of pain and suffering to wreck a fragile heart, but no one likes to mention that part. You still must be enticed into the allure of love. No one likes to mention that significant part. The fact that your whole world, which you thought was something out of a fairytale, caves in and you’re suffocating underwater in the dark abyss, drowning in a deafening silence that makes your ears bleed. Your feet refuse to kick, all the energy sucked away from them as they accept their fate before you do, pulling you down to your sudden demise, the cold, skeletal hands of death himself wrapping around your ankle, preparing to devour you, his smile wicked and sly. Hands tightening around your neck until you can no longer breathe, harsh rasps eliciting from your mouth, your own hands scraping against the empty particles until you feel… nothing. Numb. A plain nothing-ness that feels so insufficient. It all fades away into nothing until you're left a mere shell of who you used to be. An empty corpse who simply exists for the sake of it. Because you can’t do anything but that: exist. Some may recover, scrambling to the surface as they cough up the water from their lungs, finally free from the plague that is the curse, no longer shrouded in misery. Others take longer. Some never recover. The water, a silent killer as it stabs them at night and day. Maybe the ones who never recover have it the best; they never experience such terrors again. Because it is a cyclical loop that always repeats until you find someone who sticks and even then, it’s only a matter of ‘when’. When will they decide they’ve had enough of you? When will they decide that your love for them will no longer suffice? When will the water suck all the air from them and they sink to the bottom? You can never truly escape the cruel hands of heartbreak that threaten to destroy everything for you. So yes, this story is nowhere near happy.

So let’s restart this shit and get it accurate.

It could’ve been anyone. Anyone out of the variety of talented artists Hybe labels had to offer with open hands and yet they chose to pick the one man you detested wholeheartedly: Lee Heeseung. Know your place. That was one of the first things your manager had told you, as if telling you the key to being successful (or perhaps it really was), and you had stuck with such a rule in any meeting where the staff made absurd decisions you hardly agreed with, but with the idea of your collaboration with Heeseung being proposed, you weren’t sure if you’d be breaking that rule at that moment. Crossing the invisible line your manager had firmly dictated since predebut seemed somewhat rebellious and a risk you weren’t sure you’d be willing to take. In the room, your manager sat on a cushioned chair, strawberry-painted lips drawn into a bright smile that lit up even more when she saw you as she stated in a jovial tone that you and Heeseung would be participating in a collaboration.

Sucking in your teeth as you seethed, you carefully took a seat next to your manager, avoiding eye contact with Heeseung, who’d been looking at you as if in a pitiful manner. You didn’t need Heeseung’s pity. You didn’t need his care. His friendship. His love. Him. You didn’t need any of that bullshit anymore when in the end of it all, he threw it away mercilessly, as if you were nothing more than a meaningless toy to play with and lead on so you believed you were something special to him, and you hated him for that. Had those years of friendship meant anything for him? God, you would need to be borderline blackout drunk to be able to handle the majority of the meeting. No, you would need to be blackout drunk for the rest of the collaboration to put up with Heeseung and his annoying ass. Maybe you could get a doppelgänger to pretend to be you so you wouldn’t have to ever see Heeseung.

From across the table, you managed to pick up on Heeseung speaking in a low and quiet voice and you managed to catch a snippet of their conversation. “Can’t you get Chaewon or Soobin to do it?” Heeseung asked in a pleading tone insinuating he wanted to be anywhere else but here, and you scoffed, rolling your eyes. Of course Heeseung would try and get out of the situation as soon as possible, seeing as you were involved in it and he would have to interact with you more than he already had to. That little shit. Fuck getting out of the situation; you wanted to make Heeseung despise you more than ever before. You wanted to tick off every single one of his angry nerves that made him despise you. You wanted him to experience at least a sliver of the pain that you went through so that he understood how much he’d ruined you. If it meant having to deal with Heeseung for the entirety of a fucking collaboration, then so be it. You would win this time. For once, you would be the one to get the last laugh. And Heeseung would be the one to cry.

“Heeseung, don’t cause trouble for your manager! There’s a reason Hybe has put us together so why don’t we live up to the expectations set for us,” you smiled a sickeningly sweet smile, dripping with fake innocence that screamed with a masked rage that only someone like Heeseung who’d known you forever could see. Heeseung licked his lips, unsure of what your motive was, such an act terrifying him. In all your years of friendship, you’d never seemed that annoyed. As far as he was aware, you hated him just as much as he hated you and Heeseung barely knew you anymore so for all he knew, your personality may have devolved into one of being quite hot-headed in contrast to the sweet personality you used to have. While he wanted to say more, looking around at the faces of his managers, there was no hope in doing so. They all agreed with you and he couldn’t persuade them into changing their mind. While Heeseung was an angel in Hybe labels, they couldn’t always agree with him and you’d just won the first battle, making you feel a small level of satisfaction inside. “I’m sorry, I just wasn’t sure if you’d enjoy working with me,” Heeseung coolly replied, face void of any emotions, the only clue of his exasperation being Heeseung clenching his jaw and eyes boring into your own. You snickered, tapping a finger against your bottom lip as you hummed, fixing Heeseung with a playful smirk. “Well now that that’s all over, let’s get on with this meeting,” Heeseung’s manager awkwardly said, looking between both you and Lee Heeseung, trying to figure out why both of you seemed to be so defensive towards one another.

The meeting had been long, the premise of it being that you and Heeseung would be doing a collaboration together, teasing fans with interactions between you two through Weverse, tweets and collab stages in order to make it more popular and hopefully have the collaboration talked about for a long time. “Let’s start with doing a collab of you two performing My Ear’s candy,” your manager suggested, and everyone nodded in agreement. My Ear’s candy: a popular dance track performed by Taecyeon and Jiyong in 2009. True, if you performed such a song, fans would be overjoyed with either dating theories or collaboration theories are just happiness at the fact that two Hybe artists collaborated. It was a good idea to be fair, seeing as many couples performed it (or in Moonbin and Moon Sua’s case, siblings), and having you and Heeseung do it as well would have the kpop fan community talking.

You chewed the inside of your mouth as you continued to listen to the conversation swirling around the table while within your hand, your phone buzzed, a storm of messages arriving from Park Jisung.

yooo

i finished practice lol

someone needs to tell mark that he doesn’t sound anything like khalid 💀

omg are you practising

msg me when ur done

also

buy me ramen

i beg 😘

sugar mommy vibes frrr

thx bbg

Park Jisung. You’d only known him for a single day and yet you were both already quite close and you’d introduced him to Jeongin and Chaewon, a new member to your friend group who fit right in. After the events of fucking Heeseung, the game ended shortly after with everyone leaving or falling asleep. Walking up to you with an arrogant smirk, Jisung had invited you to go to a bar with him as he needed to ‘beat you in an arm wrestle’, because his ego refused to let him lose. The bar had barely anyone there and those who were there were too drunk to recognise either of you, their slurred speech and dazed out eyes a huge giveaway. Two arm wrestled later and you and Jisung took up a drinking game with shots, to which you lost, stopping at five shots itself and Jisung had bathed in the sweet victory of a win he’d finally achieved, much to your protests of you claiming you’d already drank more at the party itself. Perhaps it was the alcohol that had caused it but in a blur, you were at Jisung’s place, hot panting into one another’s mouths as your bodies moved as one, sloppy and messy kisses with teeth clashing as they chased after one another. Of course, that didn’t affect your relationship when in the morning, Jisung labelled your friendship as purely platonic and he only slept around with people for entertainment and joy. You’d reassured him you didn’t see him in any way but as a friend and that had made Jisung happier and you proposed that you both go to breakfast with Chaewon and Jeongin, an affair that proved comical.

“Thank you guys and we’ll start a revised schedule tomorrow,” Heeseung’s manager stood up along with your own as they both exited the room, other staff members trailing behind them, leaving only you and Heeseung. Heeseung stood up, slamming his hands against the table and your eyes went wide in momentary shock. Heeseung bit his lip before making direct eye contact with you, his eyes questioning. “What are you playing at?” Heeseung asked quietly and you frowned, an idea playing in your head. You knew exactly what you’d do. An idea that would break Heeseung and hopefully give you the closure you needed. “Nothing. I’m not playing at anything Hee. I just… I miss you,” you whispered and Heeseung’s lips parted in shock while you laughed inside at how gullible he could be. Heeseung had always been gullible, even in childhood and you used to always be able to trick him during Halloween into giving you loads of sweets. His eyes darted around, as if looking for someone to call out a lie but there was none apart from the mask you’d placed of sweet innocence and forgiveness. “I miss you too,” Heeseung admitted and you wanted nothing more than to scoff. What a fucking liar. “I can finally make it up to you,” Heeseung continued and you smiled. “Yeah, you can.”

Yes, he would make it up to you in the best way possible. By being stabbed in the heart by you.

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