jakesimlover444

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౨ৎ don‘t hate the player (pt 3)

꒰ ꒱ྀི synopsis: you don‘t want me? fine. the two of us can play that game.

the heartthrob of the campus had finally set his eyes on y/n. she was going to be his next victim, to fall for him and assume she can fix him moments before she finds herself ghosted. but y/n knew all too well…too bad she only captures heeseung‘s heart after beating him at his own game. that’s when she learns: don’t hate the player. hate the game.

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𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋆˚࿔ ᝰ.ᐟ

wc: 8204 (oops)

꒰ ꒱ྀི genre/warnings: bit of angst, fluff, cursing, yn gets drunk

꒰ ꒱ྀི an: the final part is here !! i hope you guys liked this series, i‘ve been busy asf with skl and lacking motivation so i‘m sorry this took forever :( it’s also kinda rushed TT anyway, i‘m working on more stories as we speak, and requests are always open 🫡

calls, texts, and late night facetime between yn and heeseung became the norm for the week up until their date.

to yn, this was all still part of her elaborate plan. at this point, she no longer cared if heeseung was playing around with her or not. because as long as she got to cut him off first, she would win.

friday night before the date, yn and heeseung were once again on facetime, not a single moment being awkward between them.

yn was in her dorm kitchenette, looking for a midnight snack after studying for the past three hours.

"there‘s nothing in here…" yn sighed. "i thought karina would go shopping…"

heeseung chuckled as yn slammed shut the practically empty fridge. "you hungry?"

yn nodded, holding her hand to her stomach. "no shit, that’s why i‘m in the kitchen…" she laughed.

yn could see heeseung stand up from his laying down position on his bed before he spoke up. "i‘m getting you something then." his tone left no room for arguing.

"like…food? heeseung you don’t have to—"

"no, yn. i can go to the store and buy you sushi real quick and drop it off. you need to eat." heeseung‘s voice was commanding, and he was already out the door and down the dorm hall by the time he finished his sentence.

"fine…" yn sighed. she placed her hands together and put her face close to the camera as she spoke timidly, "can you see if they have that roll with the salmon?"

heeseung chuckled. "of course i can. i‘ll see you in about 15, beautiful." he gave yn a small wave before hanging up, earning an eager smile from yn who quickly dashed back to her dorm room (that she thankfully had to herself because of karina staying with yunjin,) and brushed out her hair, and put on a bit of gloss. she didn’t bother changing out of her pajamas, not seeing a reason since heeseung just saw her in the oversized band tee and shorts over the phone.

within 15 minutes yn laid on her bed, scrolling through her pinterest feed when she heard an expected knock on the front door. in a swift motion, yn threw her phone across her bed and made her way towards the door, gliding across the wooden floors on her socks. she opened up, greeting heeseung with a big smile. he looked so…handsome, oddly. not in the way yn had always seen him as "attractive but not attracted to," but there was something like a magnet pulling her in, and she had to fight the urge to not push away.

heeseung’s black hair was slightly messy as if it had been ruffled and not fixed, and he stood in his black hoodie and dark gray sweatpants that nearly covered his feet that wore a pair of socks and black nike slides.

grasped in his left hand was a bag with food inside which he held up with a childish smile to show the shorter girl in front of him.

"yayyy my food!! come in…" yn spoke excitedly, bouncing slightly in anticipation as heeseung came in, setting the bag down on a side table by yn‘s bed.

"so excited to see your food but not me, huh?" heeseung teased, smirking in yn‘s direction.

yn didn’t look at heeseung and made her way towards the bag, straight away opening up the pack of sushi. "ew don’t say that. you sound like a pick me boy.." she laughed.

heeseung chuckled alongside her. "i guess you got a point…" he sighed mockingly. "that’s what every girl says…" he huffs, putting on a heavy sarcastic tone, shifting his body language to act like the archetype yn just described.

yn finally looked up at heeseung who had his toes pointed together and was hugging himself with a pout on his face, trying his hardest to not bust out laughing.

"ew!" yn exclaimed, hitting heeseung‘s arm, who finally broke character and hollered a laugh, ever so slightly stumbling back at yn‘s smack to his bicep. "you‘re so weird.." yn smirked, sitting down on the edge of her bed. she pat the spot next to her for heeseung to sit at. he joined her, sitting close but still letting a small amount of space between them.

weird..yn thought as she noticed. the heeseung she knew would have sat on top of her practically—and taken another chance to stick his hands down her pants. was he really a changed man? no—no he wasn’t…yn couldn’t give in to his gentleman act before he could give into hers.

"you look like a little boy.." heeseung snickered, ruffling yn‘s hair softly before fixing the strays that got messed up.

yn playfully scoffed. "just a part of my charm…" she popped another piece of sushi into her mouth. heeseung laughed quietly, a genuine smile spread across his face. "you’re cute, though.." he spoke sincerely as he grabbed a bag of chips from the bag of food he brought.

"yeah, i hear that a lot.." yn retorted in a mock arrogant tone, batting her long eyelashes.

"oh, and so humble too!" heeseung clapped back, his hand on his chest.

yn laughed, laying back against her headboard. "would you still like me if i had six toes on each foot?" yn giggled, bringing her sock covered foot up to heeseung‘s shoulder, poking him with her big toe. heeseung chortled, letting yn provoke him further. "sure. not like i gotta look at your toes all the time."

"what if i had super hairy arms and legs? or a unibrow?"

"i would. anything suits you. even a liam gallagher style unibrow and the body of a bear." he smiled softly.

yn slightly pouted, taken aback but still in an amount of awe at heeseung‘s sincerity. but as quickly as her demeanor faltered, yn regained her composure, not letting heeseung‘s sweet words sink in too deep.

"you really know how to sweet talk.." yn spoke, sitting up with her arms folded, a trace of skepticism in her tone.

heeseung shrugged. "it just comes naturally when i‘m with someone i like."

yn rolled her eyes before placing her last bite of sushi in her mouth, leaning forward to grab a can of dr. pepper from the bag heeseung brought.

she snickered as she leaned back to her previous position, opening her can of soda with a loud pop!

"you know my favorite soda?" yn smiled, bringing the can to her moisturized lips. heeseung nodded slightly. "yeah. you mentioned it a couple days ago on the phone." he gave her a slight smile. one that seemed shy, almost. like heeseung was timid all of a sudden. that was strange…heeseung was being strange. where was the cocky piece of work yn met a month ago?

yn just nodded back, bringing the soda back down on her table. she didn’t even remember mentioning her love for dr. pepper.

"let’s watch a movie," yn almost blurted, changing the subject. "sit up here." yn tugged at the sleeve of heeseung’s oversized hoodie, making him crawl over next to yn. the girl draped a blanket over the two of them, letting herself grow comfortable with heeseung‘s company, any ounce of lingering tension melting away between them as heeseung’s toned arm draped around yn‘s shoulders loosely.

putting on the movie 27 dresses, yn and heeseung ate the snacks he bought and talked through it, making fun of characters and the plot of the story.

and as the movie continued on into the late hours of night and early hours of the morning, yn slowly drifted off to sleep, curling herself into heeseung‘s side, allowing herself to be cocooned between his arm around her and his torso.

heeseung felt yn‘s soft breath on his waist, and peered down to view the woman beside him, her hair perfectly splayed around her and the neckline of her big tshirt hanging around her shoulder, leaving her smooth, soft skin exposed to the soft light of the lamp beside them.

with a soft, affectionate smile, heeseung decided to not overstay his welcome and turned off yn‘s laptop that the movie was playing on, and gently sat up, adjusting yn‘s body so her head was resting on an actual pillow and not the mattress. quickly pulling out his phone, heeseung sent yn a text he knew she‘d see in the morning.

heeseung: hey beautiful, u fell asleep so i decided to let u rest. can‘t wait to see u on our date, sleep well 💓

heeseung tucked the girl in, leaving a feather light, lingering kiss to her forehead. he pulled back, gazing at yn‘s sleeping form with affection dancing in his dark brown eyes. this wasn’t a game to heeseung anymore. too bad yn wasn’t awake to realize it.

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afternoon approached, leaving yn in her habit of sleeping in until noon. stretching her limbs, letting the feeling of sleep wash over her, looking around to see heeseung was not there. she frowned, a little disappointed he wasn’t with her still, too tired to fight off the slight sadness that built within her, or question why it’s there.

reaching for her phone under her pillow, yn looked at her lockscreen, seeing a message from heeseung sent around 12 hours ago.

she quickly sat up, opening the text up snd reading the sweet words on her screen. a smile subconsciously spread across yn‘s face as her eyes darted across the grey bubble.

yn‘s fingers immediately started typing, her heart beating in rhythm of each tap her thumbs danced across her screen.

yn: awe, tysm heeseung that’s so sweet, i thought u ditched me at first lol 🙁💕 i can’t wait to see you tn 🫶

yn put her phone down, the feeling of warmth igniting inside her chest like a match being lit. as she rubbed her eyes, her phone started to buzz continually, and as she picked it up again she saw heeseung‘s name on the screen facetiming her. of course she picked up.

"missed me already?" yn giggled, rubbing her eyes as she turned off her camera, not wanting him to see her in this fresh out of bed state.

"awe, ynnn," heeseung started, his voice taking on a pleading tone, "turn your camera back on—i wanna see your face.."

yn shook her head despite him not being able to see her. "no, i look like shit heeseung. i just woke up—you‘ll see me later tonight in my prettiest state, yeah?"

heeseung shook his head. "i wanna see you now though. please! i will go crazy if i don‘t get my required fill of you today!" heeseung placed his hands together as if he were begging, lowering his head.

"you‘re so corny," yn laughed.

"only for the woman i want," heeseung spoke confidently, lifting his head back up in hopes yn turned on her camera.

with an eye roll yn pressed her camera button and revealed herself in all her morning glory.

her hair was uncombed and slightly tangled from the one side she slept on all night, and her efforts to finger comb all the knots. her t-shirt fell over her shoulder and she had slightly watery eyes from digging out a few morning eye boogers and a shine to her skin from all the oils that built up in her sleep. she was real, and she was beautiful. so so beautiful. especially to heeseung.

heeseung immediately snatched his phone with a quickness of flash himself and started to take photos of yn‘s fresh form, which startled the poor girl into tossing her phone across her bed.

"heeseung you‘re so annoying!" yn yelled, a wave of embarrassment and affection washing over her.

"oh but you look so beautiful!" heeseung stated with a firmness to his voice, like when you see a cute animal and you wanna smother it.

in this cute moment yn‘s door started to unlock and open, revealing karina in a disheveled state, her makeup from last night still on and her hair in knots and tangles.

"oh..you look like you had fun with yunjin.." yn giggled.

karina simply nodded. "yeah yeah…i‘m too hungover for this bullshit…" she sighed. "i‘m gonna take a shower…" karina spoke lowly as she dragged herself towards the spot where she keeps her shower supplies.

"oh, what‘s up with karina?" heeseung asked, his voice etched with concern.

yn shook her head a bit dismissively. "karina‘s always like this when she‘s hungover. she was out with yunjin all last night."

heeseung nodded, letting out a long "ohh" of acknowledgment.

yn grabbed her bag of bathroom essentials from behind her dorm door before making her way to the restrooms with a heavy sigh.

"i gotta get ready now, heeseung. i‘ll see you tonight," yn informed her date, adding a small pout.

heeseung chuckled. "okay beautiful. i‘ll pick you up around six, yeah? i hope you like what i have planned." he grinned sheepishly, attempting to hide his blush.

yn smiled softly. "i‘m sure i will. see you later heeseung."

"see you later, pretty."

with that, yn blew a small kiss before hanging up, no longer able to ignore the flutters in her chest.

she was falling for lee heeseung.

fuck.

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6 o‘clock rolled around, and yn was dressed to perfection. her upper figure was accentuated by a flowy short dress she wore over jeans, paired with a little pink cardigan and kitten heels. she looked like she jumped straight out of a shoujo anime. her skin was glowing in the light of the sunset as she double checked herself in the full length mirror propped against her bed. taking a deep breath, she turned to ask karina if she looked alright—but able to read her best friend‘s mind, a hung over karina beat yn to it.

"you look amazing. don’t listen to any doubts floating around in your cute little head." karina paused, her expression softening. "heeseung really likes you, you know."

yn‘s mouth opened to say something, but a wave of confusion stopped her. she could only slightly tilt her head, gesturing karina to continue.

"i helped him plan the date, yn. i told him all your likes and dislikes—anything i know about you, really." karina shrugged. "he was so nervous to impress you." she chuckled softly. "he wants everything to be perfect. and there’s one surprise he has for you that you‘ll love!" karina slightly squealed, clapping silently.

"oh..oh wow…" yn laughed to herself, taken aback at how heeseung was acting according to yunjin.

on cue, a few knocks were heard on the heavy door, signaling heeseung‘s arrival. yn slightly panicked, darting her head around from the door to karina, like she was frozen.

"what are you doing?? go answer!" karina whisper yelled, shooing yn towards the door.

yn said nothing but complied, her lightly trembling hand reaching for the doorknob, slowly opening the door, revealing heeseung‘s tall figure holding a bouquet of yn‘s favourite flowers. he was dressed in a dark blue button up shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows with his nicest jeans and dress shoes. he honed a nervous smile, outstretching his arm to hand yn her flowers.

"you look so beautiful," heeseung anxiously spoke, his grin widening as he saw yn gently take the flowers from his grip, admiring them with what heeseung could‘ve sworn was a twinkle in her eye.

"thank you heeseung.." yn spoke gently, her eyes raking in over heeseung’s form. "you look good too. really good." she blushed, looking down at the ground with a stupid grin. she quickly made her way over to her bedside table and sat the flowers down for a moment before she grabbed her half-full hydroflask water cup from her bedside table and placed the flowers in it, her tone nervous when she spoke up and faced heeseung again.

"i um…i‘ll get a vase soon." she cleared her throat slightly before walking back to her date. heeseung let out a light giggle at yn‘s actions, absolutely adoring the beauty that stood before him.

"let’s go, love." heeseung spoke softly, taking yn‘s hand before waving to karina. "she‘s safe with me," he said with a smile, earning a nod from the hungover girl. "have fun you two!" she called out after them before the door closed.

heeseung opened his black car door for yn, helping her get in before walking to the driver’s side and slipping in himself.

"do you like cat cafés, yn?" heeseung asked as he started the car.

yn nodded quite fast, growing more excited by the second.

"i love them—how‘d you know?" yn asked curiously, having a hunch karina told him.

heeseung turned to face yn. "i had some help from karina, if i‘m being honest."

yn smiled bashfully. "you went to her?" yn already knew this, of course. it was just satisfying to hear again how devoted heeseung was to this date

"yeah, she’s your best friend after all. i wanted to know everything about the girl i‘ve grown so fond of." heeseung shot yn an affectionate smile, momentarily playing with the ends of her hair before focusing back on the road.

the car ride was short and filled with conversation and playful banter between yn and heeseung. his hand would trace small patterns along yn‘s clothed knee, giving tiny tentative squeezes every so often.

"this is it…" heeseung trailed off with a small smile as he parked his car in front of the newly opened cat café. he unbuckled his seatbelt, about to open the door until he noticed yn doing the same. quickly placing a hand on her shoulder, heeseung softly tutted, shaking his head slowly side to side.

"wait in here. i‘m going to open your door, beautiful." heeseung tenderly spoke, getting out of the car and walking over to yn‘s side to let his beautiful date out.

as his bony hand pulled on the car door to open it, yn slowly placed her feet out of the black vehicle, her smooth hand becoming encased by heeseung’s larger one. standing up, yn‘s plump lips curled into a genuine smile as her eyes darted around the large building in front of her. her eyes landed on pastel yellow and baby blues all over the café‘s curtains and signs, and peering inside the large window she caught sight of people eating the cutest, most beautifully decorated baked goods and little cats in rooms people went inside to play with.

"let’s go in, huh?" heeseung suggested, his eyes full of adoration at yn‘s entranced state.

nodding, yn wore an excited grin on her face as she and heeseung made their way inside the café together hand in hand.

"welcome in! just the two of you?" asked a tall, slender woman with braids once yn and heeseung entered.

the smell of sweets hit yn and heeseung in the face upon entry, adding to the cozy atmosphere the café created. all the furniture were pastels of every colour and the lights were warm strings of fairy lights paired with dim overhead lights.

"yes, two." heeseung politely smiled, letting the hostess grab two menus. "follow me."

yn and heeseung followed the woman towards a table sat directly near the room filled with cats, the view when yn and heeseung turned to their right being a large window peering into the playful felines and the customers playing with them after eating.

"here are your menus, your waitress will be erica and she‘ll be here soon." the hostess spoke in a professional tone before making her way to the front of the café again.

"oh i don’t even know what i want…" sighed yn, her eyes moving rapid fire speed over the pastel menu.

heeseung gazed at yn for a moment, his brown eyes trailing along her top half, doting on the girl’s excited form.

"karina told me you like strawberries—they have stawberry cakes and drinks if you want some…" heeseung suggested shyly, slightly slouching in his chair, bashfulness overtaking him as he cheeks glowed a baby pink.

yn nodded, her tongue slightly poking out of her mouth at the suggestion, immediately turning pages in the menu until she landed on a pink section dedicated to everything strawberry. "oh my…" she mumbled to herself. "i‘m gonna order a strawberry shake and a large cheeseburger." yn spoke contently, closing her menu to face a chuckling heeseung.

"you‘re hungry, huh?" he teased, closing his own menu. yn patted her stomach with a nod in response.

"i‘m just gonna have the ramen." heeseung shrugged. "i‘m mainly here for the cats…i miss my own." he slightly frowned, his fingers playing with the edge of his menu.

yn softly gasped. "you have a cat too?" she exclaimed, resting her own hand on his. heeseung smiled at the thought of his baby kitty back at home.

"yeah—his name is jack. adopted him after watching titanic for the first time.." heeseung slightly cringed, taking yn‘s hand to interlock fingers, squeezing her knuckles between his thumb and forefinger gently, an unspoken gesture of his soft spot for her.

"nooo that‘s cute!" yn giggled. "my baby‘s named tofu because she‘s fat as hell."

heeseung let out a deep laugh, leaning closer. "when their belly swings when they walk…"

yn covered her mouth with her hand to muffle her chuckles, in that moment completely forgetting about her deal with karina, the night heeseung and yn first interacted, and his fuckboy ways. right now it was just them both, revealing their authentic selves to each other layer by layer, peeling away a piece of caution tape slowly with each interaction.

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yn and heeseung rushed to finish their food so they could hurry and visit the kitties in the room next to them.

entering, yn‘s jean clad leg was immediately greeted with a small grey cat with bright blue eyes nuzzling its cheek against her, purring ever so softly.

"awee, hi my love!" she cooed, bending down to pick up the little feline. "oh, aren’t you the cutest lil‘ thing?" yn uttered to the purring creature, holding it in her arms like a baby. she rocked the cat back and forth, slightly bouncing as if she were lulling an infant to sleep.

heeseung‘s heart fluttered at the sight of yn holding the little kitty in her arms, imagining it was a baby. yn‘s soft, maternal side shining through her sarcastic, walled up attitude struck a feeling of longing in heeseung‘s chest like a lightning bolt hitting a kite. he could imagine yn as a mother in this moment—someone he could be with for a long time. a feeling of belonging flooded heeseung‘s veins when he was with yn—something no one else has brought him. heeseung never thought of himself as the type of guy to settle down. he was easily described as an asshole to almost never fuck the same girl twice, and didn’t explore the dating scene. textbook fuckboy. but with yn, heeseung could envision himself in her world long term. and it was a feeling he didn’t want to fight.

"look how pretty her eyes are…" yn snapped heeseung out of his thoughts, her shoulder pressing against his bicep as she showed off her new friend in her arms.

heeseung beamed, showing his pearly white teeth. "she’s a pretty one, huh?"

yn nods, setting the little cloud of smoke down to sit by her, letting her new favorite cat in the room nuzzle all over her.

heeseung sat down with his date, wrapping an arm around her as the baby cat waddled over to him, curling up in his lap.

he gave a small pout, scratching the top of the kitten‘s head.

"awe, she likes you, heeseung," yn cooed, letting her hand run along the kitty‘s smokey coat of fur.

"we can be her parents," heeseung softly spoke, glancing at yn for any approval or discomfort to his remark. but when yn grinned and nodded, leaving not a trace of disapproval, the feeling of relief washed over heeseung. "she can be our baby.." yn replied, leaning her head on heeseung‘s shoulder. tilting his head to peer at yn, heeseung gently smiled before planting a tiny, innocent kiss on yn‘s head, sending a small shover down her spine. not moving, yn‘s lips formed a grin at the small gesture, a mix of fond affection and satisfaction her plan was being carried out perfectly swirling in her chest.

"you like karaoke, right?" heeseung questioned. "of course i do!" yn lifted her head from heeseung‘s shoulder.

"good. because now that it’s late enough…i want to give you your first experience in letting loose. instead of you staying sober and taking care of everyone…you have a chance to have fun for once."

yn raised a brow "promise you won’t roofie me?" she laughed.

heeseung chuckled, shaking his head. "wouldn’t dream of it."

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stepping out of the sleek car by heeseung‘s hand, yn was led into a bustling karaoke bar in the heart of the city. the bright lights and colours were a stark contrast to the blackness of night around them.

heeseung leaned in to bro hug an employee, saying something along the lines of "it‘s been too long" as yn stood, looking around the colourful establishment, hearing the muffled voices of other people singing their hearts out in nearby rooms.

the employee yn assumed to be a friend of heeseung’s turned to her, reaching out his hand for her to shake as heeseung placed his palm on the small of her back presenting her proudly. yn shook the dark man‘s hand, giving him a comfortable smile.

"yn, this is my good friend trey who‘s my connection here. and trey, this is yn, my date for tonight and hopefully a long long time after this." heeseung smiled, eyes roaming over yn‘s figure with a hint of longing.

trey shook the smaller girl‘s hand with a slight force due to his heavy handed nature. "it‘s lovely to meet a girl heeseung is finally putting himself out there for." he gave a charming, toothy smile.

yn‘s chest slightly at trey‘s words, nodding subtly as trey pulled his hand away.

"follow me, you two. i can get you a nice ass room and drinks…no id checks." try winked subtly, turning and motioning the pair to follow him to the back of the bar.

trey grabbed a key from his carabiner, unlocking a door towards the back.

trey unlocked the door, holding it open for yn and heeseung. yn stepped inside and heeseung hugged trey once more before doing the same—"i‘ll get ur drinks in a sec" spoke trey before leaving, allowing the door to close and leaving yn and heeseung inside of the colorfully lit karaoke room. there was an l-shaped couch in the middle against a wall lined with leds and a table in front of it set atop of a rug. on the opposite side there was a large tv and a stand for two mics, on screen a plethora of songs to choose from. the leds faded from pink to purple to blue and so on, creating an atmosphere that eased yn‘s nervousness away as she asked, "what drinks are we getting ?" heeseung smiled, sitting on the couch, resting his shoe clad feet on the table in front. "strawberry daiquiri. i heard you like them virgin but…i figured you could drink for the first time tonight, considering how karina went on about your desire to become wasted." heeseung pointed to the door, his tone becoming one of genuine care. "if you don’t trust me and wanna just drink a mocktail i understand th—" yn shook her head "no, i wanna drink. besides, if anything happens to me…i know who to blame." she grinned before making her happy way over to grab a mic and a tv remote, searching for a song as heeseung gazed with affectionate eyes, still laid back against the couch.

yn chose dangerous woman by ariana grande, clearing her throat as the guitar started, turning to heeseung with a smile. "wanna join?" heeseung stood up, sauntering towards the mic stand, grabbing the second microphone with his signature simper. "sure. i love ariana."

yn did most of the singing, heeseung mainly laughed at her off tune vocals and shaky high notes, making yn playfully shove him time to time.

and on cue as the song was coming to an end, trey slowly opened the door to yn and heeseung‘s room, bringing in a round of six strawberry daiquiris. "for the special girl," he teased, setting the tray down onto the table. he pointed to a red button right above the leather couch and said "if you need anything else, press this and i‘m on my way."

"thanks man, i owe you." heeseung said thankfully as he made his way to sit on the couch, yn following after him.

as trey left, yn stared at the drinks in anticipation, a small smile forming on her glossed lips as she sat beside heeseung.

"are you sure you wanna actually drink? you don’t have to" heeseung warned thoughtfully, placing a gentle hand on yn‘s shoulder.

yn nodded. "i want to. i‘m so sick of being uptight.." she spoke as she quickly grabbed a drink from the tray, taking a large sip, humming and eyes fluttering shut in satisfaction.

heeseung rubbed small circles on yn‘s shoulder with his thumb, tentatively watching the girl for any sign of discomfort. when he found none, he sat back, eyes glued to yn‘s satisfied form. "this is so much better with alcohol…" she giggled, lips pulling back from the straw for the first time, peering back at heeseung with flushed cheeks.

"just be careful, okay? don‘t drink too much at once."

yn nodded, taking another long sip at heeseung‘s digression. normally yn wouldn’t dare drink alone with a man, always being cautious of the dangers of that nightmare scenario. but heeseung made yn feel safe. of course being the smart girl she is, she‘s thought of the possibility that he could be harboring a false sense of security to take advantage of her. but when she searched into the depths of his dark brown eyes, she found nothing but a sense of genuineness. she decided in her sober mind heeseung was worth taking that risk.

downing one daiquiri after a few songs, yn let loose around heeseung even more, the boy being extra careful with her as if she were glass that could break if handled to harshly.

yn‘s cheeks were flushed and her smiles became wider and her laughs more giggly. it was clear after only two strawberry daiquiris, yn was officially drunk for the first time.

"oh yn…" heeseung sighed, laughing slightly. "how do you feel?" he inquired with a raised brow, lifting his karaoke mic as if he were interviewing the drunken girl.

"i feel like i‘m floating!" the girl exclaimed happily, a wide grin spreading across her flushed out face.

heeseung chuckled at yn‘s euphoric revelation, placing the mic down at his side as he reached out to place a lock of hair behind yn‘s ear, revealing the redness spread to the tip of it. heeseung made yn gave a small, endearing smile, lowering his hand to interlock fingers with her.

"taking you out has made me the happiest man today. thank you." heeseung‘s tone was sincere and affectionate, any ounce of selfish intentions with yn fleeting his body within this moment. those eyes that looked back up at him, the very windows to yn‘s soul becoming un-curtained before him, laying herself bare as she leaned in, standing onto her tip toes and placing a han on each of heeseung’s shoulders before cupping his face with a pout. "kiss me heeseung," she spoke, her words slurred and her eyelashes batting in her wasted state.

heeseung smiled softly as he peered down at the girl, taking his unoccupied hand to caress her soft cheek. "as much as i want to" heeseung started in a whisper "you‘re drunk. i‘ll kiss you once you ask while sober."

yn grinned ear to ear. "yay!" she pulled back, clapping as she jumped up and down. "that means you won’t take advantage of me…i didn’t really think you would but you can’t always be so sure…" yn slurred, struggling to walk towards the dark leather couch. attempting to grab another drink, heeseung quickly motioned over towards her, grabbing the tray and motioning it out of the way. "ah ah ah…" he started, tutting as he gently helped yn stand up straight. "you‘ve had enough to drink already. let’s get you taken care of, okay? you need water." he softly spoke, leaving yn to pout. "fineee dad," she scoffed rolling her eyes, poking fun at the slightly older male.

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heeseung drove yn back to his dorm, guiding her to the bathroom after she threw up all over herself and her nice clothes, getting some on the wood dorm floors. heeseung slightly gagged at the sight of the pinkish coloured liquid on the floor and the smell of strawberry daiquiri mixed with stomach acid all over yn, but he pushed through his discomfort and helped yn stumble into the dorm bathrooms.

holding yn‘s hair back into a ponytail, yn stood bent over the toilet before falling onto shaky knees, vomit emerging from her now chapped lips. yn‘s knuckles were now white from the grip she held onto the sides of the toilet, her knees as red as her face, blackened tears from mascara streaming down her cheeks from the heavy pressure built up in her head.

"there you go…let it out, yn. it’s okay…" heeseung softly cooed, his free hand not in yn‘s hair rubbed soothing circles on her clothed back.

yn finally pulled back with a heavy huff allowing heeseung to flush the toilet and grab yn a few squares of toilet paper, releasing her hair to wipe the girl‘s mouth carefully.

"you need to shower, yn…" heeseung spoke softly, helping yn to her feet. "wanna shower and change into my clothes?" heeseung questioned with a comforting smile. upon yn‘s nod, heeseung carefully led yn to his bedroom to grab potential pajamas, not wanting to leave yn in the dorm bathrooms alone and vulnerable.

sitting yn down on his roommate‘s bed, he dug through his closet in attempt to find an oversized shirt and his smallest shorts.

heeseung tossed a large grey tshirt next to yn alongside a pair of navy blue basketball shorts (whose drawstrings would definitely be tied) before turning his attention to her sitting form, gently tugging off her cardigan, setting it down on the floor.

"wait here…" heeseung urged, leaning down to open the drawers beneath his (clean freak) roommate’s bed in attempt to hopefully find some sort of cleaning rag.

spotting an old red cloth, heeseung grabbed it, gently patting and rubbing at the vomit on yn‘s upper half. "shouldn‘t have let you get so drunk..m‘sorry baby. i thought you’d be a bit of a heavier weight…" heeseung uttered in apology, earning a small smile from yn. "noo don’t be sorry…i‘m glad i could finally let loose.." she slurred with a drunken grin. yn continued, "i‘ve always had to be responsible and maintain some image…i hate it but it’s how i‘ve become over the years." yn sighs, about to fall back before heeseung‘s quick reflexes catch her.

"yn…" heeseung started. "i know i called you an uptight virgin when we met…and i did honestly think that of you. but getting to know you as the beautiful woman you are inside and out…you are so much more. and i can safely say the best decision i‘ve made in my life is understanding you. i might not fully right now—but i swear to you i will make it my goal to know you inside out."

yn‘s bottom lip quivered at heeseung’s sentimental testament, her hands reaching to touch his shoulders as her voice came out in a choked sob. "oh heeseung…"

heeseung chuckled. "don’t cry, angel. you won‘t remember any of this in the morning." his finger rested along yn‘s trembling lip. "maybe it’s for the better. i‘m not sure i‘ll ever be able to get over my reputation."

"no heeseung…i like you��" yn sniffled.

"yeah?"

"yeah…at least a little.."

heeseung leaned in to kiss yn‘s forehead, letting his lips linger, ignoring the smell of vomit.

"that‘s all i need to hear."

heeseung led yn back to the dorm bathroom, entering the shower area. "i‘m gonna help you change then i want you to take a shower, okay ?"

yn nodded.

slowly, heeseung assisted yn in sliding off her dress over her head, avoiding any of the vomit stain being able to come in contact with her skin.

yn unbuttoned her jeans next, allowing heeseung to help her pull them down. once she was stripped down to her bra and panties, heeseung looked away, wanting to still be respectful.

"i‘ll wait right here for you while you shower, okay?" heeseung spoke, facing away from yn and sitting on a nearby bench with his back toward the girl.

"okayyy" yn slurred, stepping into the bathroom after she fumbled with taking off her bra and underwear.

heeseung heard the water turn on and waited patiently for his girl.

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"heeseung, i‘m done !" yn shouted, turning off the water and leaning against the glass to support her drunken weight.

standing up, heeseung grabbed a towel from a nearby supply. "i have a towel for you.." he spoke awkwardly, handing the towel towards the shower door with his face turned away from yn‘s naked form.

"thank you…" yn spoke quietly, weakly taking the white towel from heeseung‘s grasp, struggling slightly to wrap it around her body before stumbling out of the shower. "i‘m done now!"

heeseung grinned. "let’s get you dressed and in bed now, okay?"

heeseung handed yn his clothes to change into, waiting patiently for the girl to slip them on. he took his hairbrush and sat yn down on the edge of his bed, sitting behind her to comb her wet locks. running his fingers through her damp strands after the brush strokes, heeseung found himself smiling at the way yn melted into his touch, like they were both content.

but heeseung‘s train of thought was cut off once yn leaned back against him, the dampness of her hair transferring onto heeseung‘s clothed chest, sending a shiver down his spine.

"i‘m tired…" yn slurred, turning her body to fit into heeseung‘s arms that instinctively wrapped around her.

"you can take my bed. i‘ll sleep in sunghoon‘s bed." heeseung spoke softly.

"no..i wanna sleep with you…"

heeseung‘s eyes slightly widened. "are you sure..? you‘re dr—"

"shh…" yn brought a finger to heeseung‘s lips. "if you really like me you can hold me and not try anything…"

heeseung nodded to himself. "okay, beautiful."

he held yn in his arms, leaning back so she was laying on his chest as he ran his fingers through her combed out hair. "thank you for letting me take you out, beautiful…i hope today was a start to many more days together. i really want to be with you."

upon no reply except the sound of yn‘s breathing, heeseung leaned slightly forward to peer down at yn who was now asleep, unable to hear a word of heeseung’s truth. he could only chuckle to himself.

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that next morning, yn woke up with a pounding headache, groaning as she tried to sit up, holding her head, only to find herself trapped in heeseung‘s embrace.

"what the fuck..?" yn whispered, absolutely puzzled as last night was a blur.

heeseung, ever the light sleeper, stirred awake, giving yn a tired smile. "morning beautiful…" his voice was sleepy.

"oh my fucking god." yn spoke harshly, forcing herself away from heeseung. "did we—?"

heeseung shook his head. "no, yn…we just slept. you got drunk so i let you crash here. i was gonna sleep in my roommate‘s bed but you insisted i slept with you instead."

yn, still holding her splitting headache, could only dart her eyes around heeseung‘s room before her eyes landed on her phone, which she practically pounced leaning forward to grab. she found a dozen of missed calls and texts from karina. opening their imessages, she read through them.

rina 🦖💕: yn ?? are u with heeseung still ??

rina🦖💕: yn it‘s midnight, wya ??

rina🦖💕: i might be overreacting but i‘m getting worried. plspls call me back

rina🦖💕: nevermind, heeseung just texted me you‘re with him. stay safe !!! 🫶🏻

yn sighed, typing out a message.

yn: i just woke up, i got drunk last night. i‘m fine, but i‘m coming home now

abruptly getting up, yn didn’t even bother to grab her old clothes before making it towards the door.

"where are you going ?" heeseung questioned, darting upwards. "i thought last time i asked you that i wouldn’t ever have to again."

yn turned around. "heeseung…i can’t do this. i can’t be one of your little bitches. i‘m sorry."

heeseung scoffed, coming closer. "one of my bitches? yn—do you actually think i‘d treat any of my fucking hookups the way i treat you?"

yn crossed her arms defensively. "isn’t this all to just win me over ?? to win me over and get me in your bed?"

"yn—you were just in my bed! if i wanted to fuck you i would have already! you are the first girl i‘m fucking serious about!" heeseung’s voice raised before he softened his tone again. "and probably the last, too…"

yn sighed. "i don’t want to be with a guy who’s never taken anyone seriously before! you won’t do anything right!"

"so that date—was that me not doing anything right??"

yn stayed silent.

"wow…okay…" heeseung rubbed his eyes before he started pacing. "you know what…just go. leave. if that‘s what you want just go…but i hope you know you threw out a man who truly wants you all because you have some trust issues. you might think you were some game to me but…i never even once saw you that way. and if you leave now…if you give up on us, i will never forgive you."

"then don‘t forgive me. but if you truly want me you‘re going to have to prove it. while i‘m fucking sober."

with those words, yn left heeseung‘s dorm, her heart besting like a sledgehammer in her chest.

in truth, yn was afraid. she knew she was catching true feelings for heeseung and her worst nightmare of being used and tossed away by a guy with a fuckboy reputation like him—it honestly sent a shiver down her spine.

she walked back to her dorm with unshed tears anf a heavy chest, slamming the door behind her once she approached home, startling karina and yunjin who were laying in karina‘s bed watching something on yunjin‘s phone.

"yn! you’re back—" karina cut herself off noticing the state of her best friend. "what happened? did that dickhead do something to you?" karina practically leaped out of bed to examine yn.

yn only shook her head, looking up at karina. "no…he was…perfect. too perfect."

yunjin got out of bed, standing next to yn with a manicured hand on her shoulder. "what‘s wrong then?"

yn sniffled. "i actually like him..like—more than i‘ve liked anyone else. i‘m just terrified i was another mission to him and not something genuine."

"so you ended it before anything could start?" yunjin asked.

"yeah, i guess."

karina pulled yn in for a hug, holding her best friend as she shed a few tears into karina‘s shoulder.

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another missed call.

another knock on the door that karina had to shoo away.

54 unread messages.

all from heeseung.

yn could only simply look at her phone, skimming over messages consisting of questions and pleas for yn to come back.

one day heeseung even had flowers delivered to yn‘s dorm room, with a note that read: for my beautiful girl.

of course yn smiled at the flowers, her chest clenched at the messages, but she couldn’t bring herself to trust heeseung.

especially after she spotted him talking to abby. his favorite fling.

after yn‘s english class, she was walking out of the building to meet up with karina and yunjin. as she was finished grabbing her phone from her bag, her tracks were stopped when her eyes were greeted with the sore sight of abby in front of heeseung, her demeanor as flirty as ever.

the little touches and lingering gazes from abby rubbed yn the wrong way entirely. sure, she didn’t think she had a right to be upset—afterall, she‘s the one who walked out on him. again. but something about him talking to his favourite hookup only a week after taking yn on a real date, saying sweet things of how she was the first girl he‘s truly wanted…to say her blood boiled would be putting it lightly.

with flushed cheeks and a loud huff, yn immediately unlocked her phone and blocked heeseung‘s contact, deciding she was done with him for good.

"you guys won‘t fucking believe it," yn stormed in the cafeteria, sitting down next to karina. yunjin who sat across from yn‘s best friend looked at the fuming girl with a confused gaze.

"heeseung was flirting away out there with fucking abby." a scoff left yn‘s lips. "i was right…"

karina gasped, her eyes widening in shock. "you serious??"

yunjin chuckled. "all that bitch is is a pair of big tits and blonde hair. those green eyes represent something evil behind that tight bod. don’t worry, yn. you are so much more than her. and clearly heeseung isn’t ready for that." yunjin closed her hand over yn‘s in a symbol of support, earning a small thank you from the girl.

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unknown: Is this yn??

yn‘s phone vibrated next to her as she finished painting her toenails. with a puzzled expression, yn decided to text back.

yn: yeah this is

almost immediately her message was read.

unknown: So you‘re the fuckass bitch who took hee from me

yn‘s brows furrowed, her hands suddenly becoming shaky. "karina! come look!" she called out, wanting a bit of moral support from her platonic soulmate.

karina rushed over, sitting down next to yn on the edge of her bed, peering over to look at the messages. "what the fuck..? is this one of his little hoes?"

yn typed out another response.

yn: idk wym. who is this ?

unknown: It‘s Abby. Hee broke things off between us and any other girl he‘s ever fucked because he‘s apparently "found his one." I asked him who and he said it was you. He wants to make you his gf or sum shit

yn gasped, nearly dropping her phone as she whipped her head around to see karina, her hands lightly hitting the sides of the girl‘s clothed arms.

"that‘s why heeseung was talking to abby today! oh my god!" yn blurted, suddenly standing up.

"yn…you know what you gotta do.." karina smirked.

yn stumbled over to her shoe rack, sliding on sandlas and immediately going to the door. "karina, can i take your car?"

so yn drove as fast as she could do heeseung‘s side of campus. it was less than five minutes but it felt like forever. yn‘s stomach felt like it sank to her ass practically with anticipation.

exiting karina‘s white car, yn practically b-lined towards heeseung‘s room, knocking on his door almost maniacally.

when heeseung finally answered, he was visibly taken aback to see his perfect yn standing before him, out of breath. "yn? yn…what are you doing here? i thought you hated me…"

yn shook her head. "i‘m so sorry for ever doubting you…" she panted. "i got so mad when i saw you talking to abby…"

heeseung grabbed yn‘s shoulders in a gentle hold, his tone gentle. "i ended things with abby and i. and the rest of my meaningless flings. it‘s you i want…and this was part of my plan to prove it to you…i‘m so sorry i made you doubt…"

yn hugged heeseung, holding him like he‘d slip out of her embrace.

"yn…can i be your boyfriend..?" heeseung asked tentatively, caressing the smaller girl‘s back.

yn pulled back, cupping heeseung‘s face in her palms. "i thought you’d never ask…"

a small smile appeared on heeseung‘s face as he deeply stared into yn‘s beautiful eyes, his expression lovestruck.

"well are you gonna kiss me now?" yn teased, her thumbs caressing heeseung‘s cheeks.

"now that you asked me while sober, yes…" heeseung teased back with a sly smirk, leaning in to yn, their lips pressing together in a delicate whisper of warmth, their lips met in a rush, gentle at first, as if they were testing the waters of this new connection. but soon, it deepened, a spark igniting between them, a surge of energy that pulsed with every heartbeat. the kiss was slow, yet urgent, each touch like a wave, pulling them closer, making everything outside dissipate around them.

this kiss served as an introduction to their newfound love, and the end to their game.

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four 

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“i mean she really is a great teacher, it’s just the class. i hate it. i've never-” seungmin goes on, as y/n nods her head along with each syllable, silently showing her engagement in his rant. that is until he finds himself rudely interrupted mid sentence, both him and y/n’s attention snapped like a wire, jerking their head in the direction of the culprit. 

seungmin’s phone. it lit up bright with jeongins name plastered on it. didn’t he know that he was busy right now? 

“oh- it’s my roommate.” seungmin furrows his eyebrows, beginning to reach for his phone to answer instinctively, but then pausing to dart his eyes at y/n, as if asking for permission to temporarily put a pause on their “hangout”. 

“go ahead, answer. i don't want it to be important and for you miss it” y/n presses her lips together in a faint smile, nodding with approval. seungmin subtly returns that smile before picking up his phone and answering.

“is everything okay?” however to his surprise, he heard han’s voice instead, a rather booming sound. 

“hey, my cousin you said was hot, she’s single now! i guess her boyfriend dumped her, so if you really want that extra cash, you could do a two for one deal! bet on both those bitches” 

without another thought, seungmin jerks his phone away from his ear and slams it onto the table, immediately hanging up. his eyes widened ever so slightly, hoping y/n didn’t notice. 

but before he could say anything, y/n beat him to it. 

“maybe you should turn your volume down, huh?” 

“shit- i mean, crap, listen-” seungmin frantically gathered his words, his hands flailing just as sloppy as his mouth. 

“why would he call you to tell you to tell you he thinks your cousin is hot?” y/n grins, a teasing look creeping on her face and seeping into her voice. 

relief washes over seungmin’s face, along with the dropping of his shoulders, then quickly regaining his composure. 

she thinks he called me to get with my cousin.

turns out his volume was loud– but not loud enough. 

“oh- i don’t know.” he quickly brushes off with a laugh, praying y/n hadn’t caught his off demeanor. “he’s weird, he just tries to get with anyone cause the last relationship he had was in middle school. he kinda is in his own world all the time, me and my other roommate just smile and nod”  

“so much so he wants to bet on a girl? damn, he’s desperate. i feel bad for your cousin, getting bet on has to at least be one of the shittiest feelings ever, no doubt” 

shit.

“you’ve been bet on before?” seungmin asks, in another world he’s holding his breath so intensely he nearly passes out. 

what am i supposed to do if she says yes? what am i gonna do when she finds out, cause its bound to happen right? i mean, not if i keep it a secret. what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right? 

“oh- no, God no.” y/n rushingly clarifies, waving her hand as if to signal all good, with a breathy chuckle in her throat. “i just imagine it must feel pretty sucky”

“yeah… pretty terrible” seungmin’s voice trails off, glancing back down at his phone. lucky for him, y/n winced down at hers at nearly the same timing, not catching his abnormal conduct. 

“anyway, so you like the teacher, just not the class, right?” y/n picks back up the conversation wherever it was before it came off it’s tracks, attempting to erase the offset vibe that was beginning to crawl into the atmosphere. 

-

the car ride back to y/n’s dorm was content, all uneasiness from the hour before effaced, though there was not much to begin with. 

as the two got out of seungmin's car, they both walked to the front end of the vehicle. y/n was adjusting her purse strap while seungmin approached holding something behind his back, hidden from y/n’s path of sight. 

“whatcha hiding back there?” y/n grins, lifting an eyebrow out of peaked curiosity.

then with a smile jumping on seungmin's face, he brings his hands to his front profile, holding a book in his hands. 

“you said you loved the series but hadn’t read the third part yet. so i wanted to get it for you.” 

seungmin holds out the book to y/n, a satisfied smile on his face as he witnesses her gleeful reaction. 

“you’re such a sneak,” she jests, accepting the gift and taking it into her own hands. “thank you so much. you’re quite the rememberer aren’t you?” 

“rememberer, observer. you can pick and choose.” he playfully banters back with her, nodding his head in the direction of the building, as if to say let’s go. 

they walk into the building and to the front door of y/n’s dorm, facing the other only a matter of a few feet away.

“this was fun. thank you, seungmin for letting me know you a little more” y/n’s voice is laced with sincerity, a genuine interest in potentially getting to know the boy further. 

“oh yeah, i had a great time. thank you for letting me bring you there.” and to seungmin's own surprise, his voice was fastened with sincerity in return. a peculiar sensation he had not grown used to when going out with a girl. 

“we should.. you know, see each other more, yeah?” 

y/n grinned at the statement, silently hoping he would ask her out any moment now. 

“for sure” 

but as if the words were chained in his throat and couldn’t be unlocked to be spoken, seungmin chickened out and backed down from his stool of confidence, discarding his idea to officially ask her out. 

“great. i’ll talk to you soon, y/n.” seungmin announces, taking a light step back as his two hands find a home in his pant pockets, nodding his head in goodbye. 

y/n’s shoulders instinctively drop, but she is sure to remain standing with her head lifted high.

he’ll ask me out soon.

“talk to you later,” she smiles vaguely, shuffling closer to her door, taking a key to the entrance. 

seungmin lingers, making sure she gets inside safely. as the door opens, cracking slightly to reveal the interior, y/n takes a step inside, nodding him a smile goodbye. 

“goodbye, y/n” seungmin speaks, lightly beginning his trail back to his car, but still facing y/n. 

“bye, seungmin. and thank you again for the book!” 

he smiles in return as his my pleasure, then fully turning around, his last sight being y/n draped halfway out the door frame, eyes hopeful like a pup seeing a treat. 

seeing he had made his way around the hallway corner, y/n gently shuts the door behind her, immediately kicking off her shoes and tossing the book onto the platform of her chair, a grin plastered on her face through it all. 

she practically rips her earrings off, and swaps her jeans to sweats, and trades her blouse for a tank top. once y/n is all settled in, she plops on her bed, her stomach sinking into the rather uncomfortable dorm mattress as she unlocks her phone and makes way to amelia's contact, immediately pressing on the facetime icon the second she does. 

-

“han jisung!” seungmin enters his shared apartment announcing his blaring, angry, statement. to his surprise, the only sight he found was jeongin and his girlfriend, jiwoo, cuddling up on the soft brown couch as a movie played on the tv only a few feet in front of them. 

“oh sorry. hey jiwoo,” seungmin quickly acknowledges her presence as he swiftly yet rushingly makes way to the couple, to which she returns a short smile back. 

“jeongin where’s han? don’t tell me that idiot ran away again,” he rolls his eyes, knowing han is one to hide from seungmin when he knows he did something to piss him off. 

jeongin shrugs, his arm wrapped around his girlfriend. “check his room, maybe. i haven't seen him for the past few hours.” 

taking in jeongins advice, seungmin makes his way to han’s room, his frustration building with each step. he swings open han’s door, which was thankfully unblocked, because if it hadn’t been it most definitely would have broke with the force behind seungmin’s arm to get it open.

han was lying on his back, planted on his bed with his phone hovering above his face. he turned his head to the entrance of his room given there was clearly an intruder, as his eyes quickly widened and his body shot up straight seeing the look that was being glared directly at him. 

“are you insane? you knew that i was out with y/n and you call me trying to set me up with your cousin?” 

han immediately bursts into laughter, but seeing seungmin’s expression grow rather demanding and furious, he takes everything inside him to suppress it. 

“hey, i’m just trying to get you with the girl of your dreams, it’s not like y/n would’ve heard what i was saying or anything.” 

“okay first off, you’re cousin is not the girl of my dreams, i called her hot once. and second, y/n did hear you. she misheard you, but if she actually knew what you were saying that could’ve ended so much worse and then you would have bet your ass i would-” 

“damn okay!” han surrenders to his laughter. 

“really funny, huh? what were you even doing on jeongins phone anyway?” seungmin squints his eyes, crossing his arms at han’s antics. 

han waves his hand, disregarding seungmin’s question, “couldn’t find mine.” he quickly rushes out his mouth,  “anyway, how’d your date go?” 

seungmin sighs, giving in to han’s question as he removes himself from the frame of the doorway and to the desk chair that was standing only a few feet away from the end of han’s bed. 

“well it wasn’t a date. but it went well. i think so. she said she had fun, and we both agreed to talk and see each other more as time goes on. i was about to ask her out… but then i didn’t. i couldn’t. i didn’t want her to feel… rushed, i guess. you know?” 

“mmm yeah.” han says, but it is apparent the statement was only said to give seungmin a sense of solidarity. han doesn’t know the first thing about a woman, who is he to give advice?

“well i hope things work out so you get that money. i kinda feel bad though, imagine her face after finding out you never liked her the whole time. oh my gosh, you what?! i was a bet?!” han dramatically plays out, a hand flying to his chest as he mimics what could be y/n’s potential reaction after discovering the truth behind it all. 

a sense of guilt washed over seungmin, and he winces down at the floor with a clenched jaw so subtle han would never be able to notice, then quickly bringing his head back up again. “yeah right…” he mutters as he pulls out his phone, a signal he’s over the conversation. 

seungmin shoots out the chair, heading out the room with no commentary. han, who doesn’t question it, shrugs as he exits the doorway and returns to his previous activities before seungmin intervened. 

seungmin finds way to his own room, locking the door shut behind him as he himself now plops himself on his bed, propping himself up on his elbows as he clicks on chan’s number, ringing his phone on the other end. he’s the only other member with a girlfriend. 

“hey chan, when did you first ask out kari?” 

✎ 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

@ohish @strayk1ds143 @h4niyahcar @ilovedallywinston @estella-novella

[jakesimlover444]

love love LOVE

𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ - 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚

✧.* 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚/𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙮𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙩, 𝙖𝙘𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙚𝙩𝙘.

⤑ 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

⤑ 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙫 | 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 (𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣!)

⤑ 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞��� 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨

⤑ 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 - 1681

-

 three

-

“hey. ready to go?” 

y/n looked up at seungmin, taking in his slender physique.

“yeah, let’s do it” she says sweetly, as he nods his head and the two start heading out of y/n’s building, creating small talk about all the events the day has held until this moment.

as y/n and seungmin make way to his car, he politely opens the car door for y/n like the gentleman he is, as y/n takes note on her mental checklist of all the things to tell amelia after the hangout is over. y/n gets in with a sweet smile on her face, seungmin closing the door behind her and sliding into the driver side himself. adjusting to his seat, seungmin sleuths his phone out of his pocket and holds it in y/n’s direction.

“you want aux?” he asks, looking up at y/n as the click from his seatbelt makes it’s announcement that it is now in place. 

“sure,” y/n simply smiles with a faint chuckle following her grin. 

“have to make sure you have good music taste before i take you anywhere.” seungmin teases in an attempt to ease the tension of the inevitable awkward first-hang-out feel. 

y/n’s eyes crinkle at his comment, returning her eyes back to sungmin's phone, feeling the black silicone phone case beneath her fingers as she scrolls through the many default suggestions. if her eyes wandered anywhere else, y/n would have seen the way seungmin was looking at her so intently, not a thought in his mind except the sight of her holding his phone, looking so focused. she also wouldn’t have noticed the way he so quickly snapped himself out of his trance once he found himself lost, and then fixed his gaze back on the steering wheel. 

“you know this song?” y/n asks, as she clicks on pool house by the backseat lovers, and the introduction to the song creeps into the speakers surrounding them. 

“mm, i think i’ve listened to it once or twice.” he says looking down as he shifts his gear to reverse. 

“i guess i’ll take you, you have good taste.” he jokes, removing the car from the parking spot and onto the road. 

the air is filled with an odd feeling. one neither y/n nor seungmin could point out. typically he couldn’t care for a casual hangout with a girl he may be somewhat interested in. but in this moment, he found himself wanting to be engaged for whatever the next few hours may bring. 

after giving it a quick moment's thought, he wasn’t absolutely head over heels for y/n. really, he wasn’t. he didn’t know much about her, besides the fact that this series of events is nothing but a one-and-done to get some extra money on top of his paycheck. however, he concluded he might as well make it at least feel real while this lasts, if it even does. afterall, why would he want to feel miserable for 6 months? 

the short 5 minute car ride to the library is filled with content, occasional laughter, with the lingering music in the back and the curious voices of two people trying to know the other one small step at a time. 

-

once the car finds its way off the road and into a parking spot, seungmin puts his car in park and turns it off, wasting no time to unbuckle himself and jump out of his seat, finding the handle to y/n’s passenger door and opening it to invite her out.

“such a gentleman,” y/n smiles as she gently steps out of her seat, her flowing hair following the movement of the rest while seungmin shuts the door behind. he only grins at y/n’s comment waiting as y/n adjusts her bag to be perfectly settled around her shoulder as seungmin stands there for a moment, admiring her physique. 

“you look nice, y/n.” hearing those words flow from his mouth, even seungmin himself widens his eyes subtly in shock. 

looking up at him slightly taken aback at the sudden compliment, y/n removes her trapped hair beneath the strap of her purse. “oh- thank you” she smiles sincerely, shrugging slightly while pointing her head to signal she was ready to head inside. “you look nice yourself.” 

he slightly scoffs, but it’s sprouted from a chuckle. glancing at the ground, his feet guide him to the front door of the library, y/n’s naturally following after like a little duckling. 

“thank you.”

seungmin wasted no time opening the door for y/n, allowing the cool air to sink into their pores at once. the building was soothing, as if the lights were coated with honey, giving off just the right color to perfect the ambience of the large and open area. 

upon entering, as if the store knew they were coming, there was a perfectly round table stacked with all the young adult romance books one could think of. nudging seungmin, y/n whispers a “look,” as she makes her way to the stand, seungmins interest peaked and follows right behind as if he’s a lost pup.

“i know it’s stupid, but i love the corny romance books. let’s me take a break from my physics text books.” y/n jokes, referring back to the conversation that started it all. 

“really? my favorites are by far mystery tropes.”

“those are fun to read too.” y/n lets a faint chuckle slip through her lips, returning the book she was previously holding to the stack in front of her after skimming the synopsis. 

“which one’s your favorite?” seungmin asks, jerking his head ever so slightly, enough to show he was asking about y/n’s favorite from the array that laid a foot ahead. 

“mm…” y/n says, with a small buzz in her voice, looking down at the many books in front of her, then deciding the one located in the far corner, and picking it up with her delicate, soft hands that were covered in her stacks of rings. 

“i’d say this one. i haven’t read it, but it's the third part of a series i’m in love with. so i bet i’ll like it.”

seungmin nods his head, as if he’s taking note, as y/n places the book back down and returns to his side. 

the pair take the next half hour wandering around the bookstore, hosting small, innocent debates on which one has better taste in literature. although, seungmin has never been one to read, other than occasionally picking up a 150 page book once every blue moon. 

finding their way back to the entrance of the library, the mood has settled to be rather comfortable. as comfortable as it could get having only known the other for a few days. 

“should we sit in the cafe for a bit?” y/n suggests, a subtle hint to let him know she isn’t quite ready to leave, making known her desires before he has time to deliver the infamous “get going” speech. 

moving his eyes down to y/n, a cheeky grin crawls on his lips. “yeah, let’s go.” as he takes lead to the cafe, in no time finding a place in line to order. 

“you still like those iced lattes?” he questions, referencing y/n’s order from the time they first met and he bought her a coffee then. his eyes are still glued ahead to the menu, as if deciphering it to decode his order, but he ever so slightly tilts his head to hear her response. 

“no way you remembered!” y/n grins, but he couldn’t catch it. visually, at least. he could hear it clear as day in her voice. “but yeah, i do still like those. thank you.” y/n glances up at him, getting a clear view of his jawline so sharp it could cut steel, once again taking another mental note of what to tell amelia in the post-hang debrief. 

moments later after both ordering and retrieving the orders, after seungmin paid of course, the two make way to a cozy booth, taking the seat across from the other. the light hanging above their heads so dim yet so bright and warm. 

talking until there is nothing but half thawed ice at the bottom of each cup, the pair gets to know the other just a little more. 

“i mean she really is a great teacher, it’s just the class. i hate it. i've never-” seungmin goes on, as y/n nods her head along with each syllable, silently showing her engagement in his rant. that is until he finds himself rudely interrupted mid sentence, both him and y/n’s attention snapped like a wire, jerking their head in the direction of the culprit. 

seungmin’s phone. it lit up bright with jeongins name plastered on it. didn’t he know that he was busy right now? 

“oh- it’s my roommate.” seungmin furrows his eyebrows, beginning to reach for his phone to answer instinctively, but then pausing to dart his eyes at y/n, as if asking for permission to temporarily put a pause in their “hangout”. 

“go ahead, answer. i don't want it to be important and you miss it” y/n presses her lips together in a faint smile, nodding with approval. subtly returning that smile, seungmin picks up his phone and answers. 

“is everything okay?” however to his surprise, he heard han’s voice instead, a rather booming sound. 

“hey, my cousin you said was hot, she’s single now! i guess her boyfriend dumped her, so if you really want that extra cash, you could do a two for one deal! bet on both those bitches” 

with no other thought in his head, seungmin flies his phone down from his ear to the table, immediately hanging up on him. his eyes widened ever so slightly, hoping y/n didn’t notice. 

but before he could say anything, y/n beat him to it. 

“maybe you should turn your volume down, huh?” 

✎ 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

@ohish @strayk1ds143 @h4niyahcar

[jakesimlover444]

pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader

synopsis: as long as i exist, someone loves you.

warnings/genre: bsfs to lovers, hyunjin is pining, insecure yn, heavy ass make out between reader and hyunjin

wc: 1373

based on this req

another saturday night.

another failed date.

yn laid on her bed, eyes filled to the brim with tears, texting her best friend about her terrible night.

yn: he was such a fucking asshole.

hyunjin: the guy who went on the date with?? what‘d he to do you??

yn: god, where do i even start 💀

hyunjin: hold on. i‘m coming over

yn was smiling on the inside at her best friend’s concern, but her grin couldn’t be brought to her exterior, as her feelings of greif far overpowered any joy she could fathom.

tossing her phone on her pillow with a heavy sigh, yn turned onto her back to face her ceiling, eyes locked on her fan spinning above her. she still wore her cute little sweater and skirt that gave the classiest old-money heiress vibe she picked out for her date with alejandro tonight.

yn finally sat up and made her way out to her kitchen and living room area the moment hyunjin arrived, letting himself in using the copy of yn‘s apartment key she gave him.

"yn.." hyunjin quietly spoke, his gaze softening at the sight of his distraught best friend. her mascara stained her plump, reddened cheeks and her once neat, perfectly blown out hair was disheveled in the back from laying down on it. those same eyes he loved so much were no longer filled with the same happy anticipation he saw this evening. they were filled with a hurting frustration. one he yearned to put an end to.

"oh yn.." hyunjin‘s voice was as gentle as his touch when he pulled yn in for a hug, not holding her too tight in fear she would break. his large, veiny hand combed the back of yn‘s hair, tenderly fixing the little knots and tangles that formed. he softly shushed her, rocking her delicate body side to side with his as dejected sobs escaped yn‘s lips, mumbling incoherent nonsense about her despondent date with alejandro.

"oh, yn…a few bad dates don‘t mean anything. the right one is waiting there for you." hyunjin comforted the crying girl, pulling back just enough to cup her reddened face. "you‘re just one step closer to finding him." hyunjin shot yn a reassuring smile, his gaze never leaving her face.

"how…how am i ever going to find the one for me if there is nobody out there who wants me?" yn spoke through her sobs, her tone coming out frustrated as she gripped hyunjin‘s t-shirt, exerting some of her pent up anger at the world and towards men into her firm grasp.

hyunjin‘s hold on yn‘s face tightened ever so subtly—not enough to hurt yn, but to implicate the irritation building in him at yn‘s self-deprecating remark.

"you think nobody out there wants you? you really think you’re not worth loving or fighting for?" hyunjin loosened his hands on yn‘s cheeks, sliding down to her narrow shoulders, giving them light squeezes.

"do you know how lucky any man would be to call you his own?" hyunjin quickly adverted his gaze before locking those dark, passionate eyes back on yn. "to have a woman like you…to have the very definition of ethereal by their side would make any man the most envied creature this world has seen. you are worth more than all the diamonds on earth, more than any artifact in these deep oceans, and more valuable than time itself. never forget that, yn."

god, if yn wasn‘t already crying because of her horrible time tonight she most definitely would have started bawling her eyes out then and there at her best friend’s words. she knew hyunjin was fond of her—obviously. they‘ve been inseparable since fifth grade. but this made her question his feelings for her a bit more. yn never got the impression hyunjin had feelings for her beyond platonic, despite everyone else attempting to convince her hyunjin was in love with her. but this passionate statement that fell from hyunjin‘s mouth almost did the job of convincing her.

almost.

but yn simply kept quiet for a moment, searching those eyes for any lies but only finding a genuine, burning ferventness.

"you give me too much credit. i‘m not that special—"

"not that special?" hyunjin cut yn off, running his hands down her arms to hold her hands, his grip as firm as his voice like he was scolding her. "yn i am so sick of you feeling like shit about yourself! god, you are the most perfect girl i have ever seen, you know that? if you could see yourself through my eyes you would see just how god took his time crafting you by hand, each detail with the utmost care. your hair as soft as the finest silk…" hyunjin‘s hand ran through yn‘s hair. "your face that remains the most beautiful i‘ve ever seen no matter what expression crosses your path.." hyunjin’s hand cupped her jaw. "you have an intelligence and stubbornness that lights a fire inside of you impossible to smother. you have a kindness that is unmatched and a drive that challenges me and dozens of others. this ambition i have seen in no one else. and the love inside of you i see you giving everywhere…makes me want to be a better man. someone worthy of you." hyunjin sighed, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment. "it kills me when you say nobody loves you yn, because i love you!" he spoke passionately, his eyes opening, hands coming up to let his thumbs wipe away some of yn‘s new tears at hyunjin‘s unbridled love.

"i have loved you every day since i met you. and i plan to love you every day more, if you will so let me." hyunjin‘s voice softened as he pressed his forehead against yn‘s.

"you…you love me?" yn sniffled, a flicker of hope awakening inside of her.

hyunjin nodded against yn.

"then prove it," yn teased, wanting to see just how far this love of hyunjin‘s went.

with a lick of his lips and a clear understanding of his best friend‘s message, hyunjin leaned in, staying still for a sliver of a moment just in case yn wanted to pull away. when her eyes fluttered shut and her hands rested on his forearms, hyunjin finally closed the gap between the pair, capturing yn‘s plump lips in a searing, love-filled kiss. as their lips danced together, hyunjin poured every ounce of longing and pure infatuation he‘s felt for yn since they were little. seeking entrance, hyunjin‘s tongue licked along yn‘s full bottom lip, granting him the access he so needed to fully prove to yn he means every word he‘s said.

his large hand trailed up yn‘s body, coming to rest on the small of her back to pull the girl flush against him. her soft curves and supple skin contradicted the hard planes of hyunjin‘s body so so well as she pressed up against him, allowing her hands to travel from his forearms to his buzzcut, allowing her fingers to splay across the floor of blonde hair atop his head.

their tongues melted together in a rhythm crafted by pent up feelings and unspoken words that no longer needed to escape their lips, because this kiss spoke all.

reluctantly pulling away, hyunjin ran his thick thumb over yn‘s wet bottom lip, reveling in the way their heavy breaths synced.

"do you need more proof, love?" hyunjin breathily spoke, a teasing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. with a nod, yn crashed her lips against hyunjin’s once more, this kiss much more demanding and lustful in nature.

finally moving, hyunjin backed yn against the couch, his hands coming up to the tantalizing curves of her ass to lay her down in contrast to his aggressive mouth work.

hovering over yn without breaking the soul tying kiss between them both, hyunjin‘s calloused hands roamed every curve and valley of yn‘s frame, feeling every inch of her soft skin both covered by the barrier of clothing and exposed.

when time came to finally pull away, hyunjin planted small kisses all over yn‘s blushing face, his lust falling back into his state of affection.

"believe me now, baby?" hyunjin playfully asked.

yn smiled bashfully. "yeah…"

[jakesimlover444]

hi pls make a hyunjin fic where their best friends but he's secretly been in love with y/n and she's too oblivious to notice. but then they confees and yk what happens next 😏😏

ofc i can love i have a recipe cooked up😽

[jakesimlover444]

𝑑𝘰𝑛‘𝘵 ℎ𝑎𝘵𝑒 𝘵ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟 || 𝑙𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑢𝑛𝑔 (𝑝𝘵 2) ౨ৎ

꒰ ꒱ྀི lee heeseung x fem!reader

☆゙ ↳ main masterlist

☆゙ ↳ prev | next

☆゙ ↳ synopsis: you don‘t want me? fine. the two of us can play that game.

the heartthrob of the campus had finally set his eyes on y/n. she was going to be his next victim, to fall for him and assume she can fix him moments before she finds herself ghosted. but y/n knew all too well…too bad she only captures heeseung‘s heart after beating him at his own game. that’s when she learns: don’t hate the player. hate the game.

☆゙ ↳ wc: 3828

☆゙ ↳ genre/warnings: a lil smutty again (y/n touches herself lol), cursing, maybe a bit rushed (?), y/n is still a virgin and heeseung is turning into a simp lwk, drinking, partying, mentions of sex, if i missed anything lmk!!

☆゙ ↳ an: i‘m super nervous to post this because i‘m rlly hoping it lives up to part one!! (i am scared that is my peak if u can‘t tell.) i‘ve had most of this written already so this is why it came so fast. part three will be taking a little while lol also i had to mention the nostalgic jackson wang party!!

in the car, karina basically dragged y/n into the passenger seat, a concerned look on her face. "are you okay?? hee didn’t give me any time to ask what happ—"

y/n waved her hand, signaling karina to stop talking. "i‘m fine. i was just getting harassed by some guy and heeseung helped me out." she placed her hand down, a smirk forming on y/n‘s face. "but your plan worked quicker than i thought it would—heeseung admitted to wanting me. and it was a real, raw, just—genuine thing that came from his mouth." y/n chuckled. "pretty soon i‘ll have to leave him hanging." she smiled, satisfied.

karina‘s mouth was agape in disbelief, blinking at y/n‘s words. "this fast? i knew playing hard to get was the best shot," karina snickered, nudging y/n‘s shoulder before starting up her car.

and as they started driving y/n remembered who karina was with before coming here; yunjin.

"how‘s it going with yunjin?" y/n noticed karina‘s grip on the steering wheel tighten.

"i don’t even know if there is anything going on with yunnie. we‘re together and we fuck and talk or go to sleep a little together before one of us has to leave." she frowns.

"so…a situationship with your ex, hm?" y/n asks sympathetically.

karina only nods. "but i‘ll be over it soon. i‘ll meet another cute girl or maybe a nice, manly guy and i‘ll probably forget all about her."

but y/n knew karina too well—she could never forget about her girlfriend since junior year of high school. she placed her manicured hand on karina’s round shoulder.

"you love her, huh?"

karina gave y/n a saddened smile. "i think you know that answer…"

"let’s go shopping and get your mind off this, hm? we can go home after and order takeout and watch a movie, yeah?"

karina nods, grinning appreciatively at y/n.

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

sitting in their small dorm room, y/n‘s ipad was setup against a pillow on karina‘s bed. with blankets and pillows under them, on them, and all around them, karina and y/n sat against y/n‘s bed, a low, long, tv tray over their laps, snacks and food all over it, the girls picking up and eating whatever like it was a buffet—sushi, cheeseburger sliders, jellies, puddings, fried rice, mac n cheese, sodas, and pizza rolls on plates in front of them as their eyes were glued to '10 things i hate about you' playing on the tiny screen in front of them.

y/n was slurping down a jello cup when karina‘s phone pinged. she licked burger grease off her fingers before she wiped it on her old, oversized pajama shirt and picked up her phone.

"it‘s sunoo…he wants to know if you and i wanna come to jackson wang‘s party tomorrow night." karina says as she reads sunoo‘s message.

y/n thinks. "isn’t jackson the president of the frat he‘s in? is it going to be in the frat house?" she blinks.

karina nods. "yeah, it will be. i know you don’t like parties so we d—"

"let’s go." y/n smiles. "i never go out. and i don’t want you to stay home because of me."

karina raises a surprised brow. "you sure?"

y/n nods, sounding assured of her decision. "yeah. i wanna."

"okay, i‘ll tell sunoo.." karina smirks, happy her best friend was finally expanding her horizons.

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

all through that next day, y/n rushed through her classes, not paying much attention to anything at all—except for the wonders filling her mind about her first real party.

it was ridiculous—y/n felt like a high schooler all over again.

however, that whole day y/n hadn’t bumped into heeseung once. she felt a strange sense of disappointment swell up inside of her…but she didn’t know why. and as she shook that feeling off as her last class of the day ended, she darted home to get ready with karina tonight.

"pink…pink…or…pink! 'kay…" karina sighed, helping y/n choose an outfit for later tonight.

"what‘s wrong with pink, hm?" y/n teased, sitting on the edge of her bed.

"pink isn’t sexy…" karina pulls out a silk, baby pink mini dress with a thin, white trim around the end and around the v-neck cleavage. she narrowed her eyes, analyzing the article of clothing deeply.

"this can make due…" she speaks, fingers running the material of the slit on the dress intently.

"with what?" y/n tilts her head.

"those little white heels you have—the kitten heels that are open toed. anddd…" karina trails off, grabbing y/n‘s little jewelry holder hanging in her closet. "these little pearl earrings, and your thin little pearl necklace." karina holds up a matching set of tiny dangly pearl earrings and a necklace. she lays it out on y/n‘s bed, shoes going underneath on the floor.

"and we‘ll curl the ends of your hair…and keep the makeup light, but add some glitter, hm?" karina came close to y/n, touching all over her hair, fingers running through and eyes scanning over the girl‘s soft locks.

"yes ma‘am." y/n salutes with a playful smirk before standing up. karina gives y/n‘s ass a little smack, earning a small squeal from the girl who was soon laughing.

"now go shower, you stink." karina teased.

y/n playfully scoffed before grabbing her stuff and going to the dorm showers.

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

and even in the shower, y/n could only think of all the fun she was about to have as she stood under the warm water, feeling the warmness cascade down her body.

all the possibilities ran through her head—who would she dance with? would she get black out drunk and make out with someone? what if she slept with someone and lost her v card at a frat party?

y/n sighed, her mind trailing off to what it‘d feel like to finally have sex for the first time. how it‘d feel to have a man hold her close and slide in and out of her tight heat as he moaned her name with each thrust. how a man would leave a trail of hickeys down her neck and breasts as he fingered her, curling his digits inside of her warm, wet pussy, hitting the sweet spot inside of her that made her see stars.

y/n sighed in frustration, leaning her head back against the cold shower tile wall, one of the rare moments of arousal taking over her system, flowing through her veins so sweetly, making her pussy start to drip.

swallowing in defeat, y/n‘s hand traveled down, inching closer and closer to her core, the soft pads of her fingers finding her aching clit, rubbing it in tight little circles, her mouth forming an 'o' shape as her back arched off the tile wall in pleasure. y/n‘s eyes fluttered shut as small sighs left her lips, her fingers moving in a faster rhythm, her mind swarmed with thoughts of being fucked…the feeling of a hand wrapped around her throat as she was pounded into—y/n was never thinking of a specific person, to be honest. in her imagination, the man fucking her didn’t exactly have a face, (but did have a banging bod.) until her hands were moving faster and rougher over her clit, rubbing the swollen nub as she got closer and closer to her peak, her breathy moans echoing off the shower walls…and in her mind there was finally a face. one so unexpected she suddenly pulled back her hand, ripping her orgasm away from herself as her eyes flew open in shock.

why the fuck did lee heeseung‘s face appear in her mind??

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after her shower, y/n could only stare into her own eyes through the bathroom mirror, a mix of disgust and confusion welling up inside of her.

she combed her wet hair before putting it up in a clawclip, slipping her white towel off her freshly washed and shaved body. she sighed, shuffling her playlist as she applied her skincare to her baby soft face.

all she could think about as she rubbed in her expensive serums and moisturisers was why? why did she have to think about heeseung of all people?

she wasn’t even attracted to him like that—but all y/n could do was brush it off as the fact that it was a mere flashback to the night two weeks ago that left heeseung hanging. she wouldn‘t cave in now. but heeseung was right about one thing.

y/n‘s hands were not doing the job right.

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"y/n! are you ready?" karina called from right outside their shared dorm room, coming back from the bathroom down the hall.

"yeah…" y/n reluctantly spoke, not too sure if she liked her appearance or not. she was standing in front of her full length mirror propped against her bed, looking at her body from all angles.

karina slowly walked inside, a dramatic gasp leaving her lips as she covered her mouth, staring at y/n.

"you look so hot, y/nnie!!" she squealed, coming up behind her best friend, hugging her from behind and resting her chin on the crook of y/n‘s smooth shoulder.

"you‘re so beautiful." karina smiles affectionately, her tiny purple dress touching y/n‘s. and y/n did look beautiful. her curves were perfectly accentuated by her little pink dress, her soft shoulders on full display thanks to the thin spaghetti straps. her white kitten heels showed off her freshly painted pink toenails, her moisturised skin glowing naturally.

y/n smiled softly, locking eyes with karina. "you really think so?"

karina nods. "the most."

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it was a short drive to the s.a.e frat house which was already crowded by 11pm. y/n nervously stepped out of karina‘s car, a shaky sigh exiting her glossed lips. taking note of y/n‘s nervousness, karina reached her hand out and took y/n‘s, giving her a reassuring squeeze and a matching smile.

"don’t be scared. this‘ll be fun!" karina pulled y/n inside the huge house, the blaring music growing louder once they stepped closer and closer inside.

upon entry in the dimly lit house, it seemed like everyone from uni was there. the only lighting was shitty leds that could barely illuminate anything, and there were people making out or grinding on each other to the music in every corner of at least four rooms. y/n adverted her gaze, not wanting to feel like she was watching a live action porno about to unfold.

following karina through the crowd, y/n kept her head low, not exactly wanting to draw any attention to herself. this wasn’t really the first party moment she was imagining.

"wanna take a shot?" karina asks, now in the kitchen where the liquor was stored. y/n shakes her head. "one of us has to drive." she laughs dryly, earning a shrug from her best friend. "and that will be you," karina says in a lively manner before downing a shot. she slammed the tiny glass down on the white counter, her face contorting into disgust and eyes squeezing shut.

"fuck, that’s strong…" karina exhales, her matte lips forming an 'o' shape. y/n could smell the alcohol on karina‘s breath, making y/n slightly nauseas.

karina opened her eyes, and looked around. just then, her dark brown eyes landed on a familiar figure with shoulder length red hair and a tiny black dress. karina could tell right away it was the love of her life, huh yunjin.

"there she is, y/n…" karina holds y/n‘s arm, making her look towards yunjin‘s direction, her slender, black polished finger pointed directly to the redhead.

"call her over," spoke y/n encouragingly, trying to calm down the dark haired girl.

"what if she doesn’t want to? what if she doesn’t want to see me in public? what if s—"

y/n rolled her eyes, cutting off karina‘s nervous string of rambles, hollering yunjin‘s name, making her look at the pair. karina shyly hid behind y/n as if the girl were her shield. and as y/n motioned for yunjin to come over, karina lightly smacked y/n‘s bare arm. "what are you doing?" karina whisper yelled, unaware her ex girlfriend was making her way over to them right now.

without a word, y/n dragged karina out from behind her frame. karina stumbled, practically getting shoved into yunjin.

"umm…hi…" karina shyly spoke, adverting eye contact in contrast to her confident ex who stood in front of her.

"oh don’t act like you don’t know me…" yunjin teased, sipping out of her red solo cup as she tucked a strand of karina‘s long, curled hair behind her earring plated ear.

"wanna hang with us? we‘ve both missed you. i know she‘s seen a lot of you lately," y/n started, touching karina‘s shoulder, "but i haven’t." she playfully pouted.

yunjin smirks, softly chuckling.

"yeah, i don’t have anyone else to see." she came closer to karina, a look of enjoyment on her face at making the younger girl nervous.

y/n smiled at karina, knowing her little scheme has worked.

karina grabbed another shot, downing it quickly to subdue her nerves.

"um…wanna dance?" karina asks, her gaze falling on and off of yunjin.

"sure. i‘m always down to dance with you, rina." yunjin grabbed karina‘s hand. "you coming y/n?"

y/n shook her head. "i‘m okay, i‘ll join later—you two should get your time alone."

and with that, yunjin took karina to some other room, leaving y/n alone in the kitchen.

y/n made her rounds, talked to some people from her classes and danced a little with some guy…but she grew bored and craved time with her best friend.

"karina!" y/n called out, walking around the party. moving past people, mumbling 'sorry' and 'excuse me' a few times, her pale eyes darted around, in search for karina or at least yunjin.

but to no avail, y/n grew worried once she reached upstairs and walked in every bedroom, six out of nine containing people having sex—and karina nor yunjin were in none of them.

with an exasperated sigh, y/n pulled out her phone, looking for someone—anyone to call. and her eyes fell on one contact. heeseung.

y/n could call anyone else—annie from history class was here, her friend robin, even joshua would have come to help her. but for some reason, she really wanted to call heeseung…

pressing the contact name, she hit the call option, sighing shakily as she put her phone up to her ear, leaning up against an upstairs wall.

"hello?" y/n heard heeseung‘s voice through the line after a few rings, and faint music in the back. the same music as the party—was he here? probably. everyone else was.

"heeseung? it’s y/n…i need you…" she said with a defeated tone, laced with desperation.

"ahh, finally come to your senses, huh? but i wanna take you out first. i don’t want you to be just a hook u—"

"no, heeseung! not like that!" y/n placed her hand on her head, growing irritated. "i lost karina and yunjin. i‘m upstairs…can you help me out?"

heeseung chuckled. "on my way."

y/n hung up, placing her hands on her face as she crouched against a wall, waiting for her knight and shining armor.

within a few minutes, a hand tapped y/n‘s shoulder, and she looked up to see the person she needed most right now. she flashed a smile of relief, taking heeseung‘s extended hand and pulled herself up.

"thank you, heeseung…" she mumbled, fixing her dress.

heeseung‘s eyes trailed y/n‘s figure up and down…but not with the usual lust in his heart and eyes like he felt with other girls. there was warmth spreading through him like a flower slowly blossoming. something more of affection coursed through his veins. he could only think of her as beautiful—alluring, even instead of sexy. in this moment he would rather have held her in his arms and stroked her hair as she fell asleep instead of fucking her. and that was unusual for him.

"yeah, yeah…come on. i‘ll take you home. you sober?"

y/n nodded. "i was supposed to take the girls home."

heeseung led the girl downstairs and past the crowd, out to his car.

"i‘m glad you chose to call me…" he smiles, opening the passenger door for y/n.

y/n looked down bashfully as she got in, waiting for heeseung to get in the driver‘s seat before replying.

"i guess i figured i could count on you." she replied, putting on her seatbelt.

heeseung looked at y/n affectionately. "that means a lot to hear, you know."

and in that moment of vulnerability, both of them could have seen the truth hidden behind their eyes. the deep meaning sodden with verity. even if neither of them wanted to admit it.

but y/n only looked away. she nodded slowly, biting the inside of her lip to hold back a small smile that was about to form on her lips.

heeseung could only smirk a bit at her shy reaction, not used to her being such a timid little thing.

and with that he drove, both of his hands on the wheel. glancing towards y/n, he saw her delicate hand resting on the console between them, her attention looking out the window towards the night lit sky, and the city around them illuminated by a cascade of lights.

but heeseung was bold. when he looked at y/n, he no longer saw some girl he was chasing. he no longer saw a target to be shot at and claimed. but he didn‘t know why. he didn‘t know what this feeling he held for her exactly was…love? a twisted type of lust?

he carefully brushed his big hand against her own, giving her a chance to pull away if she didn’t want this. when she didn’t, heeseung intertwined his fingers with hers, caressing her knuckle with his thumb.

heeseung didn‘t know why he wanted to hold y/n‘s hand. he could only tell himself this was the next step to getting y/n in his bed. but as heeseung‘s gaze flickered over to the h/c girl beside him, he couldn’t shake the feeling he wanted more than a quick fuck with her. in this moment, he would rather stay like this with her, her tinier hand enveloped in his warm one, her tired frame gazing out the window towards the stars in front of them.

but heeseung could never admit to real feelings for a woman. especially one who left him so humiliated those couple of weeks ago in his dorm room.

the rest of the car ride was of pure silence—the comfortable one, though. the feeling of heeseung‘s calloused thumb contrasting y/n‘s smooth hand set aside her nerves until they got back to her dorm.

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"you know…i meant what i said over the phone.." heeseung said as the pair approached y/n‘s dorm room, looking down towards his feet before his gaze met y/n‘s.

y/n leaned against her dormitory door, her eyes squinting slightly in confusion. "what did you say..?"

heeseung smirked slightly, leaning his arm against the metal doorframe, towering over y/n. "when i said i wanted to take you out." his smirk turned into a smile of tenderness, letting her feel just how much he meant it.

"oh really?" y/n teased. "i thought you didn’t do dating.." she licked her lips, holding back a satisfied smile.

"nah..i don’t. but there’s something about you that makes me want to." heeseung tucked a strand of hair behind y/n‘s ear. "and i‘d like to figure out why.."

"okay." y/n shrugged. "then take me out. surprise me." she smiled a bit, leaning forward.

heeseung‘s hand traveled up to cup y/n‘s soft, unblemished cheek as he nodded, running the pad of his thumb over her skin.

"whatever you want, my girl.." his words were soft, and his eyes looked around y/n‘s face, his head coming closer to hers. "can..can i.." his words trailed off, but the intention was hung in the air.

y/n didn’t answer, instead she pressed her fingers to the boy‘s lips as he leaned in, biting her lip slightly, her smirk teasing as ever. as much as she was starting to like heeseung, as much as she would love to brush her lips against his in a fiery blaze if passion, she didn‘t. she needed to stay true to herself and her bet with karina. where was the fun in giving in now?

"nuh uh uh…" y/n taunted, tapping his lips with her manicured finger in rhythm with her coos. "i don’t kiss before a first date, heeseung." y/n licked her glossed lips, looking heeseung up and down in satisfaction, knowing she had him right where she wanted him as he let out a frustrated sigh onto her fingers.

"you‘re not slick if you think taking me on a date will help you get into my pants…" y/n tutted, crossing her arms.

heeseung only snickered, leaning slightly back from y/n.

"fine. i‘ll take you out, and i won’t fuck you. how about that? i‘ll show you just how serious i am okay?" heeseung smiled almost cockily, hiding the desperation behind his voice, wanting her to accept his plea.

y/n bit her lip ever so slightly, looking heeseung up and down provokingly. she shrugged. "sure. i‘ll go out with you." she spoke nonchalantly, a small smile of pride forming on her face as heeseung‘s ego deflated, and he let out a small "yes!" whisper, quickly clearing his throat and regaining his composure. "uh, okay, yeah. cool. can’t wait to see you y/n…" heeseung grinned. "how does this saturday sound?" heeseung swallowed, revealing the anticipation building up inside of him.

"sounds perfect," said y/n confidently, nudging heeseung away from her.

"now if you excuse me, i’m sleepy." y/n yawned, grabbing her keys from her mini purse and starting to unlock her door. "goodnight, heeseung…" she smiled sleepily.

"goodnight, pretty girl.." heeseung whispered. "i‘ll call you tomorrow." he planted a chaste kiss to y/n‘s smooth unblemished cheek before sauntering off down the hall.

as y/n entered her dorm and got herself unready as she shuffled her main playlist. she could only sigh every so often, wondering what heeseung’s true intent behind this date was. she couldn’t figure out why it mattered so much to her if she was being played right back—was it her ego being too big, not wanting to be toyed with the same way she was toying him? or was it because she thought she was seeing through some sort of act with his excitement and affection. but the deeper y/n thought about it, she didn’t sense any deception on heeseung‘s end. everything about him was so…genuine in a sense. but y/n has dealt with boys like this in the past, who thought they could hit and quit her—and when she rejected their advances she was met with a blocked number the next morning. however the difference between those boys in high school and lee heeseung is that he doesn’t give up that easy.

and for y/n, the real game was just about to start.

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[jakesimlover444]

Don't hate the player is so good! I like how y/n is a perfect mix of strong, independent, a person with dignity yet also cute and in touch with her femine side. Most people either make the fl's too cutesy or too edgy - this y/n is so so perfect. I love how she is hopeful but knows it's still way too early to trust him and doesn't cave in. H.S' character too shows that people who enjoy sexual adventures with consent won't necessarily ignore harassment; love how he stood up and explained that just cuz he is sexually open to things that doesn't mean he's heartless and wouldn't defend a woman's honor. Also love Yunjin and Karina being our cute queen couple. You did such a good job with part 1; really looking forward to part 2. Stay awesome 🫶🏻

thank you so so much i appreciate this!! i am currently working on pt 2 which is coming out soon, and i plan on writing more fics in the future that i hope recieve as much positive feedback as this one!! 💕

[jakesimlover444]

imma beat seungmin‘s ass in this 😭😭🙏🙏

𝙄𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙠𝙚? ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

·˚ ༘ 𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨! 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 "𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙠𝙚?". 𝙄𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧. 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮!

⤑ 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

⤑ 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚/𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙮𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙩, 𝙖𝙘𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙚𝙩𝙘.

⤑ 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨

⤑ 𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: when seungmin gets broken up with yet again, he and his friends place a bet that he can't make a relationship last for at least 6 months until the semester ends. When they go to search for a girl the next day, you catch their eyes, studying in a cafe. The rest is all about the money... until it's not.

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙎

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[jakesimlover444]

WAIT THIS IS SO CUTE

𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 +:ꔫ:﹤ - 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙄

₊˚ෆ 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚/𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛, 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙭𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙮, 𝙚𝙩𝙘.

𖤓 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𖤓 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙫 | 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 (𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣!)

𖤓 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨

𖤓 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 - 3625

𖤓 𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: After yet another date goes wrong, y/n calls Hyunjin, her best friend from high school, and vents to him about everything she finds wrong in her life. After one of them comes to terms with feelings, and the other runs away from them, they end up taking a step forward in their relationship, changing things.

I

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“Because maybe, you’re gonna be the one who saves me”

Hyunjin sat at his desk, airpods in and a paintbrush in his hand. He had his usual monster playlist going, the one that had a solid 500 songs loaded in there, from his favorites, to the songs he found through mindlessly scrolling on tiktok, but skips them whenever they resurface, too lazy to actually delete them from the playlist. Right now, “Wonderwall” by Oasis is playing in his headphones, which is fitting to the scene he finds himself in. Sitting at his desk in his college dorm room, painting a picture of the sunset you captured and sent him. Those lyrics of the song can’t help but remind him of you. You saved him.

You and Hyunjin met as high school losers. Honestly, it was fate. On the first day of sophomore year, you found yourself in your English II class that had open seating. You hated the idea of choosing where you sat, especially in a class you had no friends in, given you were, and still are, not the most social. You finally ended up choosing a seat near the back of class, and not exactly to your surprise, no one sat by you. It somewhat stung, seeing the full classroom in front of you and yet the only empty seat was the one next to you. However, just minutes past the tardy bell, there’s a knock on the classroom door. As the teacher goes to open it, you lay your eyes upon a gorgeous, tall, brunette haired boy with an awkward, yet gorgeous, smile. 

Slightly out of breath, he says, “Sorry I’m late, I got lost… I’m new.”

The teacher forgives him for his actions, and welcomes him inside.  As the whole class is staring at the guy who interrupted the first-day procedures slideshow, he has no choice but to take the seat next to you. Maybe the idea of no one wanting to sit next to you wasn’t so bad afterall. 

As the year went on and the seats stayed the same, you and that boy got to know each other, and came to realize you had a lot in common. His name was Hyunjin, and he loved anything to do with the arts. His favorite hobby was painting and drawing, he loved listening to music, and he was the biggest lover-boy you have ever met. Both platonically and romantically. He also got to know a lot about who you are. You were quiet, even quieter than him, and you loved photography and all things writing, as well as music. Even though you were very shy at the beginning of the year, you slowly let your guard down in front of Hyunjin. He noticed, when you started getting a little more of a sparkle in your eyes, and a little more sass in your voice. But he loved it. 

By the time it reached winter of sophomore year, you and him were inseparable. You guys would always hang out, and call all the time when you couldn’t, and both yours and his parents loved the other. It was a solely platonic relationship, but even though attraction was most definitely there on both ends, it never went past a best friend. At least while you both were in high school.

Now, you and Hyunjin are sophomores in college. Of course, you guys went to the same university, having the same interests in future artsy career paths. Also the fact that saying goodbye seemed impossible, but neither of you admitted that. You and Hyunjin still hung out all the time, and you got to know his friends as he did yours. You find him now to be one of, if not the most, beautiful man you have laid your eyes on. And while he reciprocates this feeling for you, you two haven't voiced it often. Except for the occasional “you’re beautiful, y/n” when you express any insecurities, or your rare “you look perfect” when he is asking for advice on his outfits. Over the many years of knowing one another, feelings have grown slightly between the two of you, but between not wanting to lose each other and the fact that neither of you know exactly what these feelings are, you two have kept it a pure and loving best-friendship. 

Hyunjin dips his paintbrush in the respectable orange to match your photo, and all of a sudden his song is cut off by a ring. He glances down at his phone to see your name and profile photo across his screen. It’s a silly .5 photo he took of you while you took a nap on his desk chair a few months back, and even though you hated it, he kept it because he thought it was cute. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion as he picked up his phone to answer, since you had told him a few hours ago you were going on a date with some guy in your class. The idea of you going on a date with a random stranger somewhat irked him, but he locked those feelings and pushed them down given he had no right to possess any hold on you. 

“y/n? are you okay?” he instinctively asks, a hint of concern in his voice.

You take a deep breath before answering. 

“I think I got stood up.” it is clear there is a small expression of hurt in your voice, but you try to brush it off. 

Hyunjin immediately jerks his head back slightly, a confused look on his face as he turns his chair a little. “What? What happened?”

You sigh deeply, not wanting to explain everything but also knowing he's asking out of worry for you. “I got here, and he wasn’t here yet even though he said he’d already be. So I thought maybe there was traffic, so I texted him asking if he was alright. I got no response for about 30 minutes, and when I texted again my messages went green and he still hasn’t shown up.”

You can hear Hyunjin scoff over the phone. “He’s an idiot. I'm sorry, y/n.”

“Thanks.” you say just above a whisper, clearly hurt. 

“Is it okay if I pick you up?” You can hear the sound of Hyunjin picking up his keys in the background, not giving you much of a choice.

“If you want, I already ordered an Uber and I don’t wanna be a burden…”

“If you’re a burden I’m a mermaid. Impossible.”

You roll your eyes, a slight smile on your face at his comment.

“Cancel your Uber, I’ll pay you back if I have to. I'm on my way” You hear his car door opening and closing.

“Okay… I’ll send you the address.” You sigh, slightly relieved. You hated Ubers, it always set up for socially awkward situations. 

“I have your location, genius” He slightly chuckles, sarcastically. You two started sharing locations in an agreement you both would always have an eye on each other. To stay safe, of course. 

“Oh yeah” You chuckle ever so quietly. 

“Be there in 10. Wait inside, I don’t want anyone to see you waiting outside alone in the dark.”

“Got it. Thank you, Hyunjin.” 

“Don’t have to thank me. Be there soon.” He says as he hangs up and puts his gear into reverse, getting out of his driveway and onto the road to you. 

-

Around 11 minutes later, you find yourself inside the restaurant you were supposed to be having a date in right now, sitting on the sofa in the waiting area, scrolling on your phone to pass the time. 

“Are you inside?” You see the text from Hyunjin pop up on your phone.

“yeah” 

“Coming” 

Then around 30 seconds later, you see Hyunjin walk inside the restaurant, his head tilted, searching for you in the waiting area. A split second later, he finds you and walks toward you with a slight smile on his face. You gather your things and stand up, greeting him with a saddened smile as you two stand face to face, a few inches away. 

“You ready to go?” He asks

You nod your head with an expressionless face, as he voluntarily grabs your bag out of your hands and into his, using his other free hand to take yours. You accept his gesture, too tired and sad to fight him saying you can carry it yourself. You’ve had an independent mindset your whole life, due to the environment you grew up in. But with getting to know Hyunjin, you’ve had to learn that there really are some people out there who want to take care of you and don’t find it a chore. 

He guides you out to his car, opening the door for you as you get in. He returns your bag back to you, and closes the door as you get buckled up. He gets into the driver side and starts the car, and he follows with handing you his phone for aux. 

“Play whatever you want.” He hands you his phone as he buckles himself into his seat. 

You nod your head. “I don’t feel like music tonight.” you say quietly. 

He looks up from his buckle to you, still holding out his phone, but he then retrieves it back to his lap. “Okay. That's fine.” He nods and speaks reassuringly, a faint smile on his face, wanting you to feel as comfortable as you can be. He reverses his car out of the parking spot, as you lean your head against the window, eyes closed. He knew something was wrong when you refused music. There were some days you would practically beg for him to give you aux when he said no, even though he would always be joking and give you the phone anyway. 

You two spent the short car ride to your dorm silent. You still had your head rested against the window, eyes closed and hands in your lap. He spent it focused on the road, and occasional worried glances at you. 

As he parked at your dorm, he turned off his car and got out of his seat to walk over to your side and open your door, to which you were already unbuckled and ready to get out. He offered his hand, which you took, and he then closed the car door behind you. He was concerned for you and the way you were acting, so he took your bag from you once again and he didn't let go of your hand as he walked you to your dorm in the silence you had previously requested, with silence. 

As you two reached your door, he stood behind you as you unlocked the entrance, and opened it. Before stepping inside, you turned to him. 

“Can you come in? My roommate’s on vacation, so she’s not here.” 

He nods his head. “Yeah, of course.” He says quietly. 

You lead him inside and you immediately take off your shoes and leave them on your shoe rack, letting go of Hyunjin’s hand as he places your bag and phone on your desk, sitting down on your chair as you walk over and plop down on your bed. He looks at you as you sit. 

“Can you sit with me?” You ask quietly, looking down at the floor, fidgeting with your ring. He then quietly gets up and sits beside you on your bed, worried for your well-being. He knows you all too well and can’t help but feel anxious when he sees you in a state like this, knowing what’s happened in the past. 

All of a sudden, you wrap your arms around him, burying your face into his chest and break into tears. He immediately wraps his arm around your back, his other supporting your head and keeping you close. Physical touch wasn’t something you two shared all that often, but definitely weren't strangers to. You two knew each other’s feel and touch as if you could be tested on it at any moment. It was mostly shared in times like these, in times of comfort, when one only needed the presence and hold of the other to calm down. It was solely platonic love. 

Platonic. Nothing more, nothing less. At least that's what you would tell yourself to stop your mind from wandering to any other possibilities. Hyunjin would do this too. 

“I-I just…” You manage to say through your tears, hiccupping, as Hyunjin ran his hand in a circle on your back. 

“I just can’t help but think there must be something wrong with me.” You manage to blurt out. Even though this sentence broke his heart in half, he knew you needed to get everything out, so he remained there, silently comforting you and ready to do whatever you needed him to. 

“I mean, this is the second date this month alone that has left me feeling like this. I’ve only ever had one boyfriend before, and how long did it last? A month? And it wasn’t even real, I was in highschool. I don’t know why I can never find real, romantic love. It’s like God’s telling me I’m only meant to be the lover, not to be loved. I know I’m ugly-” 

To which Hyunjin mutters, a quiet whisper, “you're not.” You hear him and look up. 

“You’re only saying that. I know. I know I’m not that pretty, I know I’m a pain to be around, I’m rude, but I’m not that bad right? Or maybe I am. All I know is I'm tired of this. I’m tired of feeling like I’m not good enough. Like I’m unlovable. But I can’t help but feel all these things because I know there just has to be something wrong with me.” You manage to get out, tears rolling down your face.

You lessen your grip on Hyunjin, and now you both are facing each other, both your legs practically intertwined, and your hands in your lap. He takes his hands to your face, wiping away your tears. “I’m sorry that's how you feel.” He whispers, taking both your hands in his. 

“It’s not your fault. It’s mine. I’m just always such a mess, no wonder no one wants to deal with me.”

Instinctively, Hyunjin wants to blurt out that even though he doesn't see you as a mess, he wants to “deal” with you. He wants to help you. But he refrains from his comment, because he couldn’t mean it in a friendly way. In what way exactly, he’s not sure. He quickly ignores it, because he’s never felt strong romantic feelings for you before, and to ruin what you two have would mean to ruin his happiness. 

As of lately, with you going on all these dates, even though it’s only been two, something’s felt off about it. But he doesn’t know what. He can’t tell if he’s feeling sad that you’re seeing someone else, maybe even mad about it, or if he’s nervous one of them will actually work out. He’ll never admit it, right now at least, but with this date failing he felt somewhat relieved, and he’s not sure why. He knows it's selfish, because it has clearly hurt you, and seeing you hurt honestly hurt him as well. But something about your date not working out and immediately going to him for comfort, made him feel happy. Not wanting to ruin anything, he takes these feelings and locks them into the same chest with every other similar emotion. However, he can only store so much into one place before it overflows. And he can feel the lock starting to lose its grip. 

“You’re not a mess. You’re human, and having rough patches is just a part of life. And if anyone says you are something that has to be dealt with, they’re wrong. You’re not a chore. You’re an absolute privilege to be around.”

You look up into his eyes, a saddened look, that's asking him, “you really think so?”

“You’re one of the nicest people I know, you have so much love for others, you’re smart, absolutely gorgeous, and you make not just me, but everyone around you happy. And if anyone is willing to disagree with anything I said, let me know because I can run it up anytime.” 

A faint smile appears on your face at his last comment. He looks at you for a while more, still holding your hands in his, as he pulls you into a hug. You both wrap your arms around the other, holding onto dear life. A few moments later, you pull back as you fix a strand of his long black hair out of his face. 

“Thank you.” You say with a smile on your face. Sometimes, the more simple the words, the more meaning. And now is one of those times. You meant it. You really were thankful for him and all his words, because even if you feel like you can't trust anyone else, you know you can trust him. You know he meant everything he said. 

“Always.” He smiles back, as you both sit in silence for a bit, then take note of the darkness and moon light shining through your window. 

“I should probably head out now.” He says, slowly starting to get off your bed. 

“Stay.” 

You blurt out quietly, before your mind could come up with any possible reason to stop you. 

But there’s no backing out now, you said it and now you have to run with it. To be honest, you genuinely do want him to stay, but if you had the time to think about it, you wouldn’t have said it. As close as you guys are, you guys have never spent the night together. You didn't want it, but him staying over would inevitably cause change with you two, especially since neither of you would dare to sleep in your roommate's bed out of respect for her. At least, you wouldn’t want bad change. 

“Okay.” He instantly stops moving and nods, holding back a faint smile. You notice how he doesn’t fight it, let alone question it. 

You get up off the bed, and head over to your closet and toiletry cabin as Hyunjin adjusts himself to get more comfortable sitting on your bed, pulling out his phone. 

“I’m gonna get changed and ready for bed, be right back” You say, closing the closet door and twisting the dorm handle to head to the bathroom. 

Hyunjin nods, readjusting one last time to lay down on your bed, scrolling as he waits for you to come back. 

Did she really mean what she said? That she wants me to stay the night? She knows that we would probably have to sleep together, in the same bed, right?

By no means is he complaining, only reminiscing in his anxiousness that the relationship with the girl who he has known for so long and cares so deeply for might be altered. He could only hope that it’s altered for the better. 

Tonight, seeing you so vulnerable and held so close to him in his arms, though he’s seen you in this state before, he couldn’t help but feel something different than he usually does. Seeing the way your tears rolled down your smooth skin, the way they flowed from your long eyelashes so effortlessly, the way some of them fell to your plump, rosy lips. And the fact that he was the one who was granted the privilege to wipe them away. Tonight, he couldn’t help but feel as if something was confirmed, validated even. He liked you. More than a best friend could. 

-

You closed your dorm room behind you, and headed over to the communal bathroom. Your heart still slightly racing at what had just happened. 

You step into the bathroom, and find a stall. You change into your comfortable pajamas, and can’t help but let your mind wander. 

You and Hyunjin are going to be sleeping together, you just clung onto him for dear life, expressing every single thing you hate about yourself. And then he shut every single thought down. He wiped your tears away, he hugged you, complimented you. And you liked it. You felt at peace, comfortable even. 

Don't get too ahead of yourself 

You ignore everything and continue getting ready for the night.

-

You walk back to the dorm a good 7 minutes later, and take a deep breath before opening the door.

You walk in, and see Hyunjin lying on your bed, phone in hand. You smile and put your things away, then join him on the bed, lying down beside him, resting your head above his shoulder and looking at his phone with him, bodies basically merged together on the rather small bed. He shuts off his phone and turns to look at you. 

You two were cuddled up against each other, which is not totally unusual. It’s just never been in a setting like this before. 

For a split second, when you both looked into each other’s gaze, those feelings you had just pushed down moments ago resurfaced. Then Hyunjin broke you out of your trance.

“Are you feeling better?” 

You smile and nod, looking away for a moment then back at him.

“Yeah, I was just feeling upset. Thank you for comforting me. It’s just annoying, you know?” 

He nods his head. 

“Maybe one day I’ll be taken out on a real date. Hell, even a fake date. I just want to feel appreciated in a romantic setting for once.” 

There’s a moment of silence, somewhat tense hanging above your heads. 

“Let me take you out.”

[jakesimlover444]

𝑑𝘰𝑛‘𝘵 ℎ𝑎𝘵𝑒 𝘵ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟 || 𝑙𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑢𝑛𝑔 (𝑝𝘵 1) ౨ৎ

꒰ ꒱ྀི lee heeseung x fem!reader

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☆゙ ↳ synopsis: you don‘t want me? fine. the two of us can play that game.

the heartthrob of the campus had finally set his eyes on y/n. she was going to be his next victim, to fall for him and assume she can fix him moments before she finds herself ghosted. but y/n knew all too well…too bad she only captures heeseung‘s heart after beating him at his own game. that’s when she learns: don’t hate the player. hate the game.

☆゙ ↳ wc: 6741

☆゙ ↳ genre/warnings: a lil bit smutty, kinda fluff (?) cursing, sexual harassment (not from heeseung), heeseung tries to touch up reader, pining, fuckboy heeseung, y/n is a virgin, a few typos…if i missed anything pls lmk!!

"okay, okay, we‘ve had monica, brittany, and mina this week alone, yeah?" karina snickers, jotting down the names of lee heeseung‘s newest side quests.

the two best friends, karina and y/n, were huddled together in their university classroom (sitting the furthest away from everybody of course), as if they were little high schoolers gossiping about who kissed who.

however, what they were doing wasn’t far from immature, childish gossip. here, they were strategizing who lee heeseung—the school‘s fuckboy—would go for next. it was like a fun little game to the girls, the excitement of seeing how right their guesses could get making them giggle every time.

although it was only the beginning of sophomore year in uni, mr. fboy heeseung had already had his way with nearly half the school, so y/n and karina knew their time would come soon. the only difference between them being karina was open to a night with heeseung. no strings attached, of course. it’s been a month since her messy breakup with her former girlfriend yunjin, and she knew heeseung was the only person who‘d give her a good night with no feelings, guaranteed.

then there was y/n. not to say she’s "not like everyone else," she does find heeseung attractive and well, a little charming—she hates the idea of being with anyone "no strings attached." and heeseung‘s version of adding strings to his puppet was dating them for a week after hooking up before inevitably ghosting them. and unfortunately for y/n, that wasn’t enough.

y/n nods at karina‘s question, holding up three fingers to represent each of heeseung‘s playthings.

"and how about abby? the blonde one with big boobs? classic bimbo," y/n inquiries quietly, "have they gotten together yet?" karina lets out a noise similar to a "pfft" before nodding her head, answering. "a few times, actually. he really likes her.." karina trails off, shaking her head.

"i just…don‘t know who else.." y/n trails off, biting her thumb in thought. "bianca martinez?" karina nods.

"yeji?" karina nods once more.

"damn—minji?" and again, karina nods.

y/n lightly palms her face in disbelief.

"i guess this one will be a surprise, hm?" jokes karina, a playful smile lingering on her lips.

y/n sighs, defeated. "guess so."

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"remember, guys! tutoring begins 3pm today! if you‘re late then your extra credit points are docked!" spoke mr. glenn as class ended, reminding y/n of her duty she needed to fulfill later on today as a top student. with a groan, she stood up and grabbed her baby pink bag, lightly slinging it over her shoulder.

"oh you‘ll be having fun teaching those dumbasses.." teased karina, tickling y/n‘s side with a grin as the two girls exited class together.

"ugh, i know.." laughed y/n as karina tickled her. "i‘m gonna be stuck here for two whole hours kari.." y/n whined, pouting as she leaned her head on karina‘s shoulder, walking towards their dorm room.

"you‘ll be okay, i‘ll buy you lots of food after, hm?" karina said as she stroked y/n‘s hair, feeling her head nod against her.

a couple hours later, y/n arrived inside mr. glenn‘s dim-lit classroom, ready (but annoyed) to teach a bunch of frat boys and sorority girls who are falling behind.

coming in with a fake smile, y/n shot mr. glenn a small wave as she strutted inside the classroom confidently, sitting down at the table sectioned off to help students with english. pulling out her phone, she laid her head down, scrolling through tiktok to pass time before students came in.

and just as she predicted, a student was already approaching her table for help.

"hey, beautiful.." spoke an almost familiar voice, tone sultry and flirtatious. "wanna help me get this english grade up?"

y/n looked up from her phone to meet eyes with the boy who was seemingly so eager to get his english grade up. but when y/n saw him, her breath slightly hitched and she had to clear her throat to regain her faintly lost composure. because being face to face with lee heeseung was not what she expected.

"um..heeseung.." y/n spoke hesitantly, grabbing her english textbook. swallowing, her elegant hands flipped page through page, trying to find the section they last left on in class.

"do you need help with what we‘ve recently been doing?" y/n asked, trying to ignore that sensual expression heeseung wore on his face.

"sure." heeseung shrugs. "i haven‘t been doing much in class…" he trails off, grabbing the textbook from y/n, his soft, pale hands brushing against hers.

y/n refused to show any reaction to heeseung‘s touch, which he took note of. poor y/n, she has no idea heeseung likes a challenge.

"well i can guide you through the notes we‘ve been taking this week on literary theory and textual interpretation. it sounds pretty difficult but i can guarantee you it’s easy." y/n‘s voice remained fairly monotone and pretty professional, heeseung‘s charm starting to wear off on her. that shyness from a minute ago was no longer present.

y/n grabbed her english notebook from her bag, opening it to a page filled with notes. heeseung scoffs as y/n opens her mouth to speak, interrupting her.

"oh, you‘re cute.." he smirks, laying his hands on her page of notes, tapping up and down with his finger.

"i didn’t want you to actually teach me, my dear." his voice lowers to that of a whisper. "i have a proposal." his lips curl up into a smile in contrast to y/n‘s frown.

"which is..?" y/n questions, her tone a bit irritated. she crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair.

"you do my work…and i‘ll pay you." heeseung speaks confidently.

"how much are we talking?" y/n asks, seemingly annoyed. but that doesn’t break heeseung‘s cocky demeanor.

"oh i‘m not talking about money, love.."

y/n can only roll her eyes at his suggestion, already knowing where this would go.

"i‘ll fuck you for every assignment you do, hm? whatever you want. there‘s nothing i haven‘t done, afterall." he slightly bites his lip, leaning back in his seat, now manspreading.

"and that’s exactly why i won‘t take up that offer…" y/n‘s voice holds a note of offense. "glad to know that’s what you think of me…" y/n rolls her eyes, completely finished putting up with heeseung‘s attitude, starting to pack her stuff up.

"oh, come on, baby. i‘m not saying you‘re a slut—i can tell you‘re a virgin. you‘re so uptight." heeseung gestures his hands towards himself. "i‘m offering you something over half the girls on campus would die for."

"heeseung, you don’t even know my name." y/n retorts, standing up to leave.

"y/n!! leaving so soon?" mr. glenn calls out, noticing y/n ready to leave.

y/n nods, telling mr. glenn she has an emergency at home. but before she walks off, heeseung grabs her wrist gently, but firm enough to turn her around, her eyes locked on his.

with a smirk heeseung says, "now i do, y/n."

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with a groan, y/n slams shut her dorm room door, back pressed against it as she let out a frustrated sigh.

"damn, they really got you so bad you had to leave early, hm?" karina teases, putting down her phone and sitting up on her purple sheeted bed.

y/n hangs her head down, a vexed smile on her face as she let out a breathy laugh, making a piece of her hair fly slightly forward. she shot karina a knowing look.

"you won‘t fucking believe who the hell i had to tutor for like—five minutes today…"

y/n threw herself down on karina‘s bed, right next to the raven-haired girl.

"who?? oh my god — was it that one guy who practically stalked you last year?" karina lets out an unbelieved laugh.

y/n shakes her head. "no..this guy was somehow almost worse." she scoots ever so slightly closer. "lee fucking heeseung.." y/n snorts as she laughs, covering her giggles with her hands as karina mimics, both of the girls laughing in disbelief.

"no way! i doubt there was much tutoring going on…" karina says behind her hand that slightly muffled her words.

y/n shakes her head. "yeah. for lack of a better word at i least 'tutored' heeseung."

y/n sits up, holding air quotes around the word tutored.

"did he say anything? like…" karina lowers her voice to a whisper as if there were other people around. "does he wanna fuck you?"

y/n‘s eyes widen and she lets out a small gasp, slightly taken aback by the question her brown-eyed best friend asked her. but she quickly fixes herself, answering, "yeah. he offered to dick me down if i did his assignments…" y/n tossed herself back-down on karina‘s soft bed, laying flat as she looked up to the blank, white ceiling, eyeing the spinning fan.

"sooo..? did you take up the offer?" karina asks with the most curious tone, laying down indirectly on top of her best friend in order to pry an answer out.

"nooo.." y/n spoke shyly. "i don’t wanna lose my virginity to an asshole fuckboy." y/n scrunches her nose, disgusted at the idea.

"well if you won’t take him…" karina then slowly pointed to herself, suggesting that she should get a piece of hee.

y/n pushes karina‘s shoulder, causing the pale woman to fall on her back. y/n sits up. "no, karina. you need to get back with yunjin…you guys broke up for a stupid ass reason. she needs to realise you weren‘t flirting with another girl, and move on. with you…"

karina slowly moves her eyes down in the direction of her phone before she picks it up, hand grasping her silver case.

"about that…" karina‘s face shows mischief before showing y/n messages between karina and yunjin.

yunjin: i miss u, rina 🙁🙁 so much.

karina: yunjin, you broke up with me, if you want me back so bad you have me…

yunjin: maybe i do. but what you did wasn’t ok, rina. i hate that stupid bitch heather and you still spoke to her

karina: baby pls…i‘ll do anything to make it up to you, i am so so sorry..

yunjin: then let me come over tonight. then maybe you could show me how sorry you really are.

karina: fine…does around 9 work?

yunjin: yeah. get y/n out of there tho. i wanna be alone.

"oh my god…rina..!" y/n said, a bit shocked. "she misses you! this is good!"

karina curls her lips up a bit. "either that or she wants some pussy tonight."

y/n playfully rolls her eyes. "which you‘ll glady give her, i assume?"

karina hesitantly nods, a smile falling from her lips.

"well, i guess i‘ll be going out tonight.." y/n gets up, going towards her vanity to take her hair out of its pink claw clip, running her cream colour brush through her soft locks.

"maybe you could help out heeseung, hm?" karina goaded y/n.

y/n turned to karina with an unamused look, still brushing her hair. "never. i have better things i could do…" y/n trailed off, her expression softening when she realises that was a total lie. she really put her academics over everything, and outside of karina had a social life of almost zero.

"we both know that’s not true, y/n," spoke karina as if she were reading y/n‘s mind.

karina scoots, now sitting on the edge of her bed. "come on, y/n—you don’t have to fuck him, but you can fuck around with him, right? it‘ll be fun!"

y/n thinks for a moment, considering karina‘s words. "but i‘m not seductive—i wouldn’t know what to do! i can’t flirt.." y/n covers her face slightly, brush still in hand.

karina snickers. "y/n, he‘s already come onto you and gotten a piece of your attitude. if he didn’t want you, would he have approached you? think about it! you don’t have to be some master of seduction to woo heeseung."

y/n removed her hands, knowing deep down karina was right.

"but…i don’t know…how do i do something like that?"

"easy." karina smirks. "remember what i did to that guy dylan?"

y/n nods, intrigued. "lead heeseung on?"

"similar to that. tonight, you head over to his dorm—look cute but not too cute to where he knows you put in that effort for him. tell him that you‘re going to take him up on his offer, come inside and do some work." karina stands up, getting really into describing her plan. "let him tease you; get bold, tease him back…let him touch you, make you feel good, but only! only you get to feel good. as soon as he thinks he‘s getting what he wants…you‘re going to get up and leave, hm? he‘ll be wondering what the hell happened…and he‘ll yearn for you evermore." karina shrugs. "the rest is up to you."

god, y/n wondered why she was suddenly so excited.

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after contacting a mutual friend she and heeseung shared, karina was able to track down where heeseung‘s dorm was, making y/n realise just how real this happening all is.

and so with a five minute walk, y/n had her hair down and pin straight, wearing a matching baby pink, tightly knit matching set, hugging her body just right, her hips swaying so perfectly as she strutted down heeseung‘s hallway in her little ugg slides. with a tiny knock on his door, y/n took little breaths to calm her nerves. *you‘re not going all the way…* she had to remember.

after a small moment, y/n was greeted with heeseung‘s delicate face, a flirtatious smile forming on his lips as his eyes wandered over her.

"so you did want to see me afterall, y/n.." heeseung gazed at y/n‘s beautiful face, she was so stunning even without makeup…just curled lashes and clear lip gloss was all she needed to sparkle.

heeseung leaned against his doorway, his biceps flexed against the frame as he gestured y/n to come in.

without reacting to any of heeseung‘s words, y/n came into heeseung‘s dorm, surprised he was alone and without his friends or a hookup laying in his bed.

she stood near his desk as heeseung strode over to her, sitting at the chair paired with his desk.

"sorry, love…i have no extra chairs." heeseung sighs in mock apology.

"it‘s okay, i‘ll just stand," y/n politely smiles, placing her off-white shoulder bag on his desk, pulling out homework material.

heeseungs tsks, gently placing his hands on y/n‘s hips, gartering her attention.

"or you could always just sit on my lap.." heeseung toyed with the hem of y/n‘s pants, but she quickly smacked his veiny hand away.

"i‘m good." she gave a smug grin when she saw heeseung‘s slightly taken aback expression. he let out a small sigh, clearly growing frustrated.

"you‘re so uptight, you know that?" heeseung leaned back, his tone not angry but teasing.

y/n turned her body to face herseung. "oh yeah?" she placed a hand on her hip with a raised brow.

"yeah. you should relax. don’t you have a vibrator or something? i heard that can help…" he snickers at her shocked reaction.

"i don’t use those things—you‘re so crude!"

"ah..so your hands aren’t doing the job right?"

y/n feels her face heat up, blush creeping onto her cheeks.

"what i do isn’t your business, heeseung."

y/n‘s voice was firm, arms now crossed.

heeseung held up his hands in a surrendering motion, his legs much more visible to show off his manspread.

"you‘re right, you‘re right. i‘m just trying to offer my word of advice to a woman in need.."

y/n rolls her eyes. "i‘m here to teach you, heeseung! keep this up and you won’t get anything." she bends down so she is eye-level with the black haired boy, her eyes meeting his clearly turned on gaze. her voice was brash, and authoritative, her finger pointing at heeseung, her acrylic fingernail poking his solid chest every few words.

heeseung slightly bit his lip once he caught a glimpse down y/n‘s tight little jacket, her cleavage in perfect view. heeseung could only swallow, trying to not make it super obvious where his eyes were locked.

and lucky for him, y/n didn’t seem to notice as she stood back up, towering over heeseung‘s sitting figure.

"sit on my lap and i‘ll be good, hm? i‘ll leave you alone my dear y/n.." heeseung speaks quietly, gently patting his thigh.

y/n hesitates, thinking about karina‘s words—to just tease…make yourself feel good, then leave when he thinks he‘s getting something…

with those words in mind, y/n slowly lowers her round ass onto heeseung‘s thigh, sitting sideways on his lap. his hands immediately gripped y/n‘s waist, slowly caressing her slim sides up and down, fingertips ever so slightly reaching under her little jacket, gliding over her soft, bear skin. she shivered, the foreign feeling of his hands on her ignited something small within her. but she shakes any thoughts of pleasure out from her head, pulling out homework material from her bag, flipping through annotated packets and mindlessly organising them, just trying to distract herself from heeseung‘s hands trailing further up her torso.

"you almost done..?" heeseung asks quietly, his warm breath against y/n as he moved her hair away from her neck, whispering against the soft skin. y/n quivered, letting go of the packets she held. y/n nodded, clearing her throat as she adjusted herself on heeseung‘s lap. she heard a low groan fall from his lips, and she spun her head around with a small gasp, not believing what her ears just heard.

"did you just…?"

"yeah..sorry.." heeseung faintly whispered, sounding like he was holding something back. "that felt nice.." heeseung squeezed y/n‘s sides placidly, like he was giving her a massage.

y/n blinked in response for a moment before she practically scoffed, her assertive facade coming back to her. "fucking horndog…" she whispers, looking heeseung up and down like he was a vermon.

heeseung‘s grip tightened, groping her sides more aggressively in response, sucking in air through his teeth. "yeahhh…just for you, babe." heeseung chuckled breathily to himself.

y/n rolls her eyes, swatting heeseung‘s arm. "and every other girl you make eye contact with. surprised you don’t have an std by now.."

heeseung faintly flinched at y/n‘s little swat, not used to a woman defying him like this. but he didn’t mind. in fact, heeseung likes a chase sometimes.

"it’s called condoms, dude. i don’t go raw on anyone," he lets out that same chuckle from earlier.

"heeseung, i really don’t care," y/n retors, smacking his head with a packet. "now are you going to let me teach you or are you going to touch me all over this whole time?"

heeseung raises a brow, locking eyes with the girl on his lap. "i thought you were doing my assignments for me, babe. remember our deal?"

y/n shakes her head. "i pride myself in my teaching abilities. and i don’t want to fuck you.."

"oh come on, y/n. you‘re almost twenty and you‘re still a virgin…why not lose it?"

"how do you know i‘m a virgin..?" y/n‘s brows furrow in confusion.

"remember earlier in mr. glenn‘s tutoring session? i can just tell. you‘re so fucking uptight."

y/n makes a face similar to disgust. "being an uptight virgin is better than being a chill fucking whore like you."

heeseung only tittered, not offended by y/n‘s remark. "you don’t wanna loosen up?" he pulled y/n closer towards his body.

"not with you…" her voice grows quiet when she feels heeseung‘s arm wrap around her waist, hand snaking down, closer towards her pussy, his fingers trailing the hem of her tight little knit flare leggings that matched her cropped jacket.

her breath hitches as her back is now pressed up against heeseung‘s firm chest, both her legs straddling his left thigh, her ass cheek pressed against his growing erection.

a soft hum leaves y/n‘s lips when heeseung‘s fingers grow braver and dip into y/n‘s pants, middle finger gently pressing down on y/n‘s clit, applying just enough pressure to form a wet patch in y/n‘s panties which didn’t go unnoticed by heeseung, a smirk forming on his lips.

"you sure you don’t want my help?" heeseung snickers, his finger sliding down to feel the warm wetness in y/n‘s panties.

but y/n knew she couldn’t give in. y/n was smarter than to cave in to heeseung‘s smart talk and skilled hands. so she suppressed her moan and reluctantly grabbed heeseung‘s wrist, pulling his hand away from her pussy. she stood up and calmly grabbed her bag and packets, turning to face heeseung, who was visibly confused.

y/n could only smirk satisfactory with heeseung‘s reaction to rejection.

"clearly we aren’t on the same page, heeseung. i‘m leaving now—if you really want my help, get those hormones in check. maybe fuck a girl on your roster before seeing me." y/n politely smiles in contrast to her passive aggressive tone. and saying no more, y/n leaves heeseung‘s dorm, leaving him sitting there, absolutely dumbfounded a girl has actually rejected his advances. he watched y/n‘s figure stride away and leave before he ran his fingers through his hair, chuckling quietly to himself.

that was the first time heeseung didn’t get any action with a girl in his place, and the first time a girl seemed to hold zero attraction to him; and the very first time a girl challenged him, and made him want her more. y/n was more of a chase then heeseung thought. luckily for him he was determined, and a fast runner.

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y/n swung open the door to her dormitory, adrenaline rushing through her veins. she looked over at karina‘s bed and spotted the woman laying down with yunjin under the covers, and it was very apparent the two just slept together. she wasn’t taken aback, however. she had already knew the two would be together tonight.

y/n shook karina awake, not caring if she were naked or not. both karina and yunjin awoke, slightly startled at y/n‘s franticness. before either of the lovers could say anything, y/n spoke up.

"i did it! i did it—but there was barely any action, he sat me on his lap and tried touching my pussy but i left before much could happen!" y/n sounded a bit freaked out with a hint of excitement.

"who is she talking about..?" said yunjin groggily, rubbing her wide eyes.

"heeseung.." yawned karina. "y/n, that‘s good! you‘re probably the first girl in a long time to leave him hanging like that. best him at his own game, hm?" karina smiled, leaning up on her elbows.

y/n‘s face scrunches in slight frustration. "i know…but i‘m just..." she throws her bag down on her bed that‘s only a few feet from karina‘s.

"i‘m glad i did it…it was fun…but—i‘m just…" she sits down on her bed, looking at karina and yunjin. "i don’t know what comes next.."

yunjin and karina exchanged glances before karina speaks up. "you know what happens next?" y/n‘s face grows curious. karina continues. "you wait. you wait for him to chase you…and you‘re going to make him fall for you. and once he does…you leave him for good."

yunjin smirks. "damn karina, what‘d he do to you?"

"nothing. we‘re just bored.." karina looks back at yunjin, but there’s a hint of something beyond playfulness in her eyes.

and with that y/n went to sleep that night, unaware of just how much she had lee heeseung wrapped around her finger.

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one week later — psychology class. the only class y/n shared with lee heeseung.

y/n sat in her usual seat, putting down her bag under her feet after pulling out all her materials. she laid her tired head on her hand, analysing her notes from the last lecture.

and there was heeseung who came in early for once. he was always late (if he even decided to show up, that is), but this time he made sure he was there so he could score a spot next to the beautiful girl who left him so empty that night.

y/n was all that consumed heeseung‘s mind this past week. he didn’t want to be one to admit it, but heeseung hated how she had this effect on him all from not giving him what he wanted. his only goal in mind was to make y/n give in and fall in love with him, then run away just as he did to every other girl…because how dare this little tease leave him empty? nobody defies the lee heeseung like that.

it was only a matter of seconds before heeseung‘s eyes landed on his target. seeing y/n‘s beautiful, long hair flowing over her shoulder and her plump lips pouting in concentration, her slim legs crossed, her grey fold over leggings hugging her body perfectly, the little flare at the end hanging over her cute little winter boots that encased her bouncing feet. her little pink tank top form fitted her torso, causing her chest catch heeseung‘s attention immediately, making him think back to when he got that lovely glimpse down her top that night last week.

and with nothing else on his mind, determination set in and heeseung b-lined it towards the seat empty next to y/n, as more people started to fill the room.

y/n was slightly startled when an obstinate heeseung plopped himself down next to her, his eyes narrowed in on y/n‘s alarmed expression.

"missed me?" heeseung smirks, his voice laced with smugness.

"god you scared me…" y/n placed her hand over her heart. "but no, i didn’t miss you, heeseung."

heeseung leans in a bit closer, his big black jacket scrunching. "call me hee. everyone else does."

y/n shakes her head, her face going back to her notes. "i‘m alright, we‘re not close enough for me to give you a nickname."

heeseung scoffs, changing the subject to the point he originally wanted to talk about.

"why did you leave that night?"

y/n held back a smirk at the hint of desperation in heeseung‘s voice. the question alone enough to make her want to giggle in satisfaction.

"you were being unprofessional, heeseung. i was there to help tutor you, not have sex with you." her tone was pretty deadpan in contrast to the excitement growing inside of her at the thought heeseung was currently chasing after her.

"i could have made you feel good," heeseung says as he leans back in his chair, his hand coming up to play with strands of y/n‘s hair.

y/n ignores him, flipping through pages in her notebook.

"you‘re not any different from these other girls, you know…you‘re not special." his voice grew annoyed.

"what?" y/n turned her head to the side, her irritated expression apparent.

heeseung’s facial expression seemed satisfied at how he was getting under y/n‘s skin. "you‘re not special for not wanting me, y/n…" heeseung leans closer, his hand still on y/n‘s head. faces inches apart, heeseung‘s voice held somewhat of a threatening tone. "…because i‘ll make you want me." an intimidating smile played on heeseung‘s face, his eyes full of malice.

y/n slightly backed up, a small amount of real fear stirring in her chest.

"you‘re crazy…" her voice automatically came out a whisper, her eyes darting all around his face.

he leaned in and quickly pecked y/n‘s cheeks with his lips, his expression now softened, almost affectionate.

"only for you…" and as the psychology teacher mrs. danbury walked in, heeseung settled down along with the rest of the class, acting as if nothing happened.

y/n stayed taken a bit aback, her mind wandering off from the lesson every so often, thinking off heeseung‘s words.

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as class came to an end, heeseung stood up, standing next to y/n‘s sitting figure, and as she rose to walk out of the classroom, she was abruptly stopped by heeseung‘s tall body standing in front of her.

she didn’t need to speak. her confused face was all heeseung needed to start explaining.

"let me take you out." heeseung‘s voice was smooth.

"um…where?" y/n crossed her arms.

"there’s a little café down the street, hm? wanna go there?"

y/n thought for a moment, realising she could use this as an attempt for heeseung to truly fall for her.

"i mean…i am kinda hungry i guess." y/n shrugs, walking passed heeseung. "let’s go."

heeseung grabs y/n‘s wrist, forcing her to come back. he interlocked his fingers with hers, then continued walking.

"people are going to think we‘re a thing if you’re holding my hand…" y/n‘s eyes darted from their intertwined hands then up to heeseung, who only smirked.

"if we‘re together in general people are going to think we‘re a thing." he smirked down at the girl walking with him.

y/n rolled her eyes, "that’s not exactly what i want…i can‘t be seen as one of your little rotations."

heeseung put on a playfully hurt expression.

"that’s really all you think of me, huh? just some fuckboy?"

y/n nodded. "pretty much!" she shot him a soft smile, feigning affection.

heeseung only snickered in response, but when his own umber eyes looked into y/n‘s he couldn’t help but notice just how pretty she was as the sun beamed down on her skin.

entering the café, y/n took note of the strong smell of sweets and coffee blending together in the air, the other university students sitting inside studying under the dimly lit lights, creating a cozy atmosphere, perfect for a break after a day of long, draining university classes.

"this place is so cute…" y/n looked around at the wood panel walls, the faux candles lit all around and the large bookshelf next to the entryway, adding to the library-esq vibe of the café.

heeseung smiled at y/n‘s reaction, her look of awe causing him to feel a small little butterfly in his stomach, but he quickly swatted it away.

"you‘re paying, you invited me out." y/n points at heeseung as she walked up to the register to order, him trailing not too far behind.

"yes, ma‘am," heeseung teased, pulling out his wallet.

"can i have a caramel frappuccino with tapioca pearls, please?" y/n asked in her sweet voice—sounding just like honey.

"i‘ll just have a taro milk tea." said heeseung as he pulled out his credit card.

the cashier said dryly, "that‘ll be $13.85."

and as heeseung inserted his card, y/n slyly peaked over to get a good look at it, which didn’t go unnoticed by heeseung. he just let out a confused laugh. "what‘re you lookin‘ at?"

"your credit card number," replied y/n truthfully. "you said it was your goal to make me like you, and gift giving is my love language." y/n closed her eyes, placing her hands on her chest as she softly swayed her body side to side.

heeseung gently nudged y/n. "yeah, yeah, don’t get too ahead of yourself."

and as their boba was ready, y/n quickly grabbed her drink, placed the baby blue straw inside and immediately took a sip, reveling in the sweet, caramel flavour going down her throat. with a satisfied mmm sound, she started walking towards the door, leaving heeseung in a state of confusion.

"where are you going?" heeseung questioned, his brow slightly raised.

"i‘m going back to the dorm. you took me out like you wanted." y/n shrugged slightly.

"you know i‘m getting real tired of asking you that." heeseung smirked, sipping his tea.

y/n only smiled facetiously. "then give me a reason to stay." and with nothing else, y/n walked out, leaving heeseung once more dumbfounded.

and heeseung didn’t like this pattern he saw forming.

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y/n didn’t walk back to her dorm, though. she was going to hang out with karina at the mall. pulling out her baby pink iphone, y/n clicked karina‘s contact to come ask her to pick her up.

"where you at hoe?" joked y/n as soon as karina picked up.

karina laughed. "at yunjin‘s dorm. i‘m leaving now. where are you?" y/n could hear rustling on the other end.

"near that little café by school—i think it’s called makoko." y/n paused to look at the street name. "i‘m working the corner of rochester street. come pick me up when i‘m done with my next client."

karina playfully rolled her eyes at y/n‘s joke, her car‘s startup engine roaring in the background. "i‘ll be there soon. split some of that cash with me, hm?"

"of course. love ya!" y/n blew a kiss to her phone and karina reciprocated.

opening up instagram to kill time, y/n stood, leaning against the wall of a building while she waited for her best friend.

scrolling mindlessly, mind lost in the depths of liking her favourite celebrities‘ posts and judging her mutuals stories, she hardly noticed a tall male figure approach her rather menacingly.

"all alone?" the deep voice startled y/n, his tone callousing and scary. y/n slightly jumped back, her eyes suspiciously scanning the man up and down. but y/n doesn’t play with scary men like this.

"no, i‘m with somebody. your scary ass can leave now." she spoke sternly, taking slow backwards steps away from the dark haired man.

"i don’t see no one," the man smirked his big lips, a look of lust shining through his eyes as he stepped intimidatingly closer to y/n, following her.

"fuck off nasty ass hoe i don’t know who you think you are because i will rock your shit if you try something!" warned y/n with a fist forming, holding it up in the air like she was going to pop him in his face.

but before the creepy man could vocalise his thoughts, another male came up from behind him and punched the side of his head, making him stumble over, a gasp of shock leaving y/n‘s mouth upon seeing not only the violent action—but the person assaulting the creep—who was…heeseung?

"heeseung wh—" y/n was going to ask him why he was here, why he was defending her—but was overpowered by his aggressive shouting at the big, now less taunting man who was harassing her only moments ago.

"who the fuck do you think you are, hm!?" hesseung yells through gritted teeth, blowing punch after punch, blow after blow onto the man who was laying on the ground, his arms over his face in a defensive manner.

"keep your hands off her and your fucking mouth shut!" heeseung was practically seething at this point, his fists nowhere but the man‘s now bloody face.

y/n wasn’t going to tell heeseung to back off the man—if anything the man deserved it. so she watched from the sidelines, patiently observing, waiting for heeseung to finish.

and for a few more moments, after punching and kicking heeseung spat on the man‘s face as if he were a flithy vermon (which in any sane person‘s mind, including heeseung, that’s what he was equivalent to.)

heeseung marched towards y/n, his face still appearing angry. he aggressively gripped

y/n‘s wrist, yanking her, forcing her to follow heeseung from behind as he angrily started walking.

"in broad fucking daylight, is he insane?"

heeseung scoffed, talking mainly to himself, but y/n could hear.

"heeseung where are you taking me?" she slightly winced at the tight grip he held on her wrist.

"back to your dorm. where i thought you were going." heeseung‘s voice was practically a growl.

"heeseung—i have a ride i was waiting for to go to the mall. i can handle myself." y/n says as she tries to yank her wrist away from heeseung, but his grip only grew tighter.

"clearly you can’t. i wonder what would have happened to you if i hadn’t stepped in, hm?"

y/n only rolls her eyes in disbelief at heeseung‘s words.

"now give me your phone." heeseung holds out his hand towards y/n, still not looking at her.

"why?" she questions, visibly hesitant.

"just—just give it to me. or i‘ll take it myself." there was no indication heeseung was kidding in his tone. so y/n handed the boy in the grey hoodie her phone after opening it, and he went straight to her calls. he clicked on someone’s name before speaking,

"karina?" his tone stayed firm. "yeah, it’s heeseung. look, you‘re the one giving y/n a ride, yeah?" he paused, letting karina respond. "‘kay. i‘m taking y/n to that park not too far from campus. the one everyone hangs out at—pick her up there. something happened she can explain to you later." and without another word, heeseung hung up before opening y/n‘s contacts, adding a number. he handed y/n back her phone, open on the page of the brand new contact.

"my number," he spoke, tone softening slightly. "just to call or text me if anything else like this happens.." heeseung‘s voice held a hint of what y/n could be mistaking as affection…but there was a little bit of something other than coldness. almost like his reasoning was some excuse. she only nodded, murmuring a thank you as they arrived at the park everyone usually hangs out, called "the hill."

heeseung sat down on a cold, metal bench, y/n sitting close to him.

he immediately cupped y/n‘s face, tilting her head in every direction possible, eyes narrowing in on her soft features like he was analysing her. before y/n could protest, he asked, "are you okay? if he laid as much as a single finger on you, y/n, i‘m promising you i‘ll go back there and kill him with my bare hands."

y/n shook her head, a bit taken aback by heeseung‘s sudden protectiveness. her dainty hands stayed with a silent grip on heeseung‘s wrists that softly held her face.

"you should have let me take you home—i should have offered…i‘m so sorry, y/n…" heeseung adverted his gaze from the girl, guilt oozing from his voice.

"it’s alright, really," y/n started with a calm voice, her thumbs rubbing soft, soothing circles on the inside of heeseung‘s wrists, "nothing happened to me." she put on a soft, comforting smile, but it quickly faded when heeseung snapped.

"because i stepped in! y/n who knows what that guy was planning!?" he takes a deep breath to calm himself, voice struggling to stay steady. "what if he hurt you, hm? i don’t…i don’t want that to happen to you." his gaze lingered on y/n, his thumbs caressing the sides of y/n‘s face he was still holding.

"since when have you…" y/n pauses, trying to find the right words. "since when have you cared like that? about anyone?"

heeseung scoffed, his tone coming out offended. "just because i like to fuck around doesn’t make me a bad person, y/n—i would have stepped in and saved any girl that was happening to." his dark brown eyes lock with y/n‘s as if he was searching for something in the pools of her irises. "but you‘re the first girl i‘d go to this length for. the first one i have gone to this length for…if you were anyone else i would have just walked away as soon as i pulled that guy off you."

"why?" was all the stunned girl could manage to get out, her brows furrowed in more curiosity than confusion.

"there’s something about you, i‘ll admit. like a magnet that pulls me in. partly because you left me hanging last week—but just…" heeseung sighs. "the way you don’t want me—it makes me want you even more."

y/n simply laughs. "is this why you‘re being so nice to me?"

heeseung nodded.

"it’s a nice try, heeseung. but you‘re going to have to try a lot harder than give me some speech you‘ve given all your other flings."

and as if she were saved by the bell, y/n saw karina‘s little white toyota pull up to the car, a small honk coming from the vehicle catching both heeseung‘s and y/n‘s attention. she removed heeseung‘s wrists from her face and stood up.

"where are you going?" heeseung wondered, a hint of what almost seemed like panic laced in his voice.

"that really is all you ask me, huh?" y/n teased before walking off towards karina‘s car.

and with another sigh, heeseung slipped his hands into the pockets of his jeans, and slid down the bench so his neck was resting on the edge as he looked up to the blue sky.

it had only been a week since they met and this damn girl already had him wrapped around her finger.

what‘s wrong with him?