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➳ jealous | psh.

non!idolsunghoon x fem!reader

“cause you know i get excited, when you get jealous too”

synopsis: you and your situationship, sunghoon, play the game of trying to make each other jealous.

warnings/content: written in third pov. idiots. reader gets jealous, sunghoon gets jealous (can you blame me). honestly a little toxic if you squint. a little angsty(?). somewhat miscommunication. happy ending! fictional characters used! — mei and eun. setting is kind of high school(?). not proofread. cursing!

comments, likes, and reposts are appreciated :)

word count: 3.3k

a/n: this one was in the drafts, and possibly from a dream i had with hoon..!

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current song playing: jealous by nick jonas

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2:27 ────────────────|─── -1:15

the school day was almost coming to an end as y/n walked back into the dreaded door of her class after going to the restroom.

she took a huge sigh as she sat back in her seat, not too far from the boy she liked, park sunghoon.

“okay class, since we’re just gonna be doing our assignment, i’m gonna let you guys move around. go ahead and sit where you like,” the teacher announced with a smile.

in seconds, students scrambled around to find their friends. y/n huffed out another sigh after realizing her friends were gone. min-su ditched, ji-woo got sick and stayed home, and dae was doing a make up test for another class.

“damn i really am alone today,” she mumbled to herself while taking out her phone.

sudden movements were made to her empty table and her eyes landed on two guy friends.

“you look lonely y/n,” one of them said with a smile.

she rolled her eyes at him. “shut up..,” she replied, laughing with a wide grin.

as her two friends sat in the table with her, she heard a clear scoff come from the back of her. y/n’s eyes widened, suddenly remembering that sunghoon most likely saw the two guys approach her — the two guys he didn’t recognize as their shared friends, but only hers.

she didn’t see it because she avoided his gaze, but the man was burning holes through the other two, sending glares as his tongue poked out of his cheek.

✩ ‘i don’t like the way he’s looking at you’ ✩

while her friend talked in her ear, she drowned it out with her attention lingering on hoon’s reaction that she couldn’t see.

“y/n?” her friend called out to her.

“hm? oh sorry,” she said with an apologetic smile. “continue on.”

as her friend yapped on and on, to which she was actually paying attention to, he immediately stopped once he noticed something distracting.

“oh my god y/n, guess who just sat next to him.” he harshly whispered next to her.

slowly, y/n draped her head over to where sunghoon was. her eyes blew up in shock — “mei?? mei’s sitting next to him?”

she felt her heartbeats in her throat, everything almost spinning in her head as she huffed out a sigh.

mei, her old friend who was deemed a little too toxic and got cut off from the friend group, decisively sat next to y/n’s known crush — sunghoon, who didn’t seem bothered at all.

“fuck,” she mumbled to herself, subtly rolling her eyes and turning her head back to her friends.

“you okay?” she heard one of them ask. she furiously shook her head — “no but.. it’s whatever. we’re not even together,” she said with a scoff.

“you’re definitely acting like you are,” the other friend said with a teasing laugh.

“i will end you,” y/n blatantly said with a straight voice. “whatever, it’s fine.”

she went back to her two male friends who were now making jokes about a game they played. soon after, her cousin, who was the girlfriend to one of her friends joined the group.

“hey y/n,” she greeted with an eye smile.

“hi eun!” y/n said back.

“did you see sunghoon with-“

“yes, we’re gonna move on from that.” y/n heaved, rolling her eyes before shaking her head.

at this point, she almost didn’t care if hoon and mei could hear her. she was clearly pissed and nothing could calm her down.

as eun opened her mouth to speak, a sudden notification from her cousin’s phone stopped her. y/n’s eyes immediately checked in hopes that one of her friends had responded to her text, only to receive one from sunghoon.

‘You okay, y/n?’

y/n immediately scoffed, turning her head to the side of where hoon was.

his eyes that poked through his glasses suddenly met hers as they almost sat side by side, the little space between the tables separating them apart. she nearly softened at how meaningful he looked, almost apologizing with just his eyes that she could get lost in.

she fell hard for him.

“hoonie??” y/n suddenly heard mei call to him.

her eyes widened and she automatically let out a loud scoff. she let her eyes blink repeatedly as she watched her so-called situationship look back at the girl. she swiped her tongue through her teeth in jealousy, unable to calm down her heart rate at the name call.

“hoonie?” she guffawed with an eye roll. “hoonie???”

her voice slightly raised, catching the rest of her friends attention.

“did you just hear what she said?” she harshly criticized to the group, folding her arms and trying to calm down before sunghoon was fully aware.

“she’s just messing with you, y/n. you know that, don’t let it get to you.” her cousin comforted with her brows knitted together in a reassurance look.

y/n’s hands tightened into a fist, nails digging into the flesh as she began growing envious of her old friend called mei.

however, a sudden squeak in her chair was made when she moved around. it became her breaking point when she stood with a groan, going to the front of the class and picking up a perfectly fine chair to replace the loose one she sat in.

as she walked back to her table where her friends were, her eyes instantly landed on mei by accident — noticing a soft scoff and eye roll appear on her face towards her before attempting to get close to sunghoon.

y/n’s mouth gaped open in shock, turning to look at the boy if he saw, only to see that he gave her a blank face. no expression nor emotion was displayed, and it only brewed more rage in the girl he liked.

‘so that’s how it is then?’ she thought to herself with an amused grin forming on her face — ‘fine, i can play that game too.’

y/n moved her position from almost side to side with him, to facing her full back against him. she could no longer see his handsome features that paired perfectly with his glasses as the back of their heads almost bunked against each others with the same, pissed demeanor.

the two guy friends and her cousin awkwardly looked at each other, sharing the same glance that screamed — ‘should we do something?’

“go on,” y/n said with a monotone voice, gesturing for them to continue on with their topic in gaming.

as class continued on for a few minutes longer, her friends remained talking as she kept quiet — feeling best to not say much as the thought of her crush and her old friend consumed her.

she’d hear the faked out giggles from mei and the awkward laughs directed from sunghoon, both floating through her ears.

her eyes were almost filled with tears with the thought of them enjoying each other’s presence.

y/n indeed could not play the game.

she bit her lips, almost piercing through the barrier of flesh as she pleaded to not let tears fall because of something so stupid.

her hands shakily pulled out her phone, texting her other friend group who was gone for the day.

‘i really really wish you guys were here..’

‘why do you guys have to be gone :(‘

as y/n was about to send another text, her friend’s whisper caught her attention — “you okay y/n??”

his mouth was close to her ear, sending a soft shiver down her spine as she slightly backed away with watery eyes.

“yeah, i’m fine.” she pressed her lips into a half smile to reassure that she was okay.

a quiet, almost nonexistent click of the tongue was heard in y/n’s ears. her head slightly turned where the sound came from — only catching on to see that hoon had his head turned as well.

from what she didn’t know was that his eyes were shooting daggers at the male who seemed a little too close to her for his liking. he’d turn around just to glare for a second, hating how insanely close he was.

when hoon got up to sharpen his pencil and come back to his chair, she noticed the jealous boy roll his eyes before slowly curling the inner corner of his lips.

he turned his gaze away from her, replying back to mei with whatever words he had in his mouth.

y/n scoffed before looking at her friend who was awkwardly in between the mess.

“sorry, just got distracted.” she spoke with a bitter taste in her mouth.

her friend chuckled. “yeah i noticed, you’re down bad for him.”

her mouth opened in shock. “what..? no i’m not!” she immediately sent a smack to him, laughing loudly at how hurt he got.

sunghoon’s eyes quickly went to her after hearing the sound of her giggles he’s been wanting to hear all day.

man, was he wishing he was in that guy’s position right now.

he harshly sucked his teeth with his tongue as he blocked out the remaining words he couldn’t process from mei.

✩ ‘i’m starting to think you want him too’ ✩

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long minutes passed within the time left for the school day.

with y/n and sunghoon facing back against each other, tension filled the air as they provoked one another.

the two were petty, and they intended staying petty.

their heads would turn to the side here and there, just to catch a quick glance at the tuffs of each others hairs.

no one could break the prolonged silence between them.

y/n was trying her best to not let hoon win and see how jealous she was.

she wasn’t a jealous girl, she never was.

but seeing him with someone she doesn’t talk to anymore sparked something she didn’t know she could feel. he was talking to that girl like they talked on a daily basis, and it annoyed her.

with the way she was obviously flirting and trying to be sweet with him had y/n poking her tongue out through her cheek.

it fueled fire in her blood.

sunghoon wasn’t accepting the advances mei was making on him, but he wasn’t exactly shooting them down either. that’s what annoyed y/n. he was just provoking her, and he was doing it well.

but even if he was kind of winning, he was failing the game himself.

✩ ‘am i crazy? have i lost you?’ ✩

although she didn’t use her guy friends to make sunghoon jealous, he already was just by catching how close she was with them.

the friend would occasionally talk to her about personal details from his workplace since they both used to work at the same job.

through constant times, hoon had his eyes on her longer than intended. they’d just automatically land on her like a magnet. he’d squint and dart his gaze at how his lips nearly touched her face. he just couldn’t help the possessive feeling.

✩ ‘i’m getting red in the face’ ✩

she was his girl even if they weren’t together yet.

✩ ‘you can call me obsessed’ ✩

he rolled his eyes whenever he thought her male friend would get a little too close every time he practically breathed in her ear. he wished he did something other than watch, but their little game was too far into it — and neither wanted to lose anyway.

to be quite honest, they didn’t even know why they were being petty and making each other jealous. it just happened.

so when class ended and the school day finally finished, y/n waited for everyone to leave class before she left like usual.

“bye, y/n! i’ll let my mom know about the family gathering.” her cousin bid her goodbye, waving her hands before walking out with her boyfriend.

the other friend exited from the class as well, telling her that work was calling his name. y/n laughed to herself as she purposely walked out in a slow pace, letting time pass.

however, as soon as she walked out, she felt a hand fling to her wrist — the grasp tightening as she suddenly got pulled to a more vacated area. she shook her head in confusion, looking up to the person who owned the hand that held onto her.

it was sunghoon, of course it was.

he was holding back for her to walk out, knowing she always waited to be the last.

as he waited, his head leaned against the school wall, eyes glancing at each person to make sure she didn’t leave without him knowing. when he noticed her two guy friends walk out, he specifically gave the one who talked to her a little too much for his liking, a stank eye.

✩ ‘it’s my right to be hellish’ ✩

his hold on her strengthened as he thought back to how close he was to her — steam practically coming out of his ears.

✩ ‘i still get jealous’ ✩

“geez hoon! stop tightening your hold,” y/n complained with a disgusted look.

sunghoon rolled his eyes at her. “are you going out with him or are you going out with me?” he angrily spat impulsively.

she blinked repeatedly to process his sudden words. “w..what? excuse me? first of all, we’re not even dating.” she said with a scoff.

“o..oh.. that’s right…,” he mumbled, biting his lip and closing his eyes — wanting to smack his own head at the moment.

“and i should be the one asking you that. are you going out with mei now?”

sunghoon scoffed, a satisfied smile curling onto his lips. “i thought we weren’t dating?”

“we aren’t, but i’d like to know if you’re actually into me so i don’t waste my time here.” y/n gritted through her teeth, wanting to slap the smile off of his face.

“of course i am.”

her heart skipped a beat for a second as blood suddenly rushed to her cheeks.

but she rolled her eyes in attempt to look unfazed as she said, “yeah right. seems like you’d rather go out with mei instead. you’d like that, wouldn’t you? going out with someone like her.”

she watched his face grow in confusion, and possibly disgust as she continued — “actually, you should go out with her since you just couldn’t get away from her the entire class. was it fun, hoon? talking to the girl who almost split my friends up?” she angrily raged, clenching her jaw in annoyance.

sunghoon scoffingly chuckled in response. “and was it fun to have your guy friend’s mouth close up in your ear? was it something enjoyable with how you always laughed and hit him afterward, hm?” his eyes grew dark as it still softly glistened with pain.

he furthered his steps closer to y/n, ultimately trapping her between him and the painted wall. her eyes stared straight at him, a hint of betrayal also displayed in her gaze as she didn’t respond back.

hoon exhaled a deep sigh before reaching out to hold her hand. his demeanor instantly becoming soft as he felt a relief wash over him once he came in contact with her hands.

“y/n…,” he gently called.

she was now looking down, half to hide away her blushing cheeks and half to ignore him. she shook her head as a response for him.

“maybe we should just talk another time,” the doubting girl spoke, trying to dangle her hands out of his hold, even if she didn’t want to — only to be forcibly back in his tight grip.

she gulped at the action, looking back up at him to see that he was shaking his head.

“let’s talk now,” he said while refusing to let go of their hands still clinging to each other.

“hoon…,” she faintly scowled with a soft voice.

“i like you,” sunghoon suddenly blurted. “i like you y/n. not mei, never mei. i shouldn’t have let her sit next to me, i wish i moved but i was jealous. i hated how close he was to you, i hated it so much.” he sucked in a breath of air once his lips made a firm line in humiliation.

y/n couldn’t help her inner corner lips curl as she heard his confession, it was almost like a reflex.

“oh god.., i like you too hoon.. and yeah, i was jealous too…,” she shyly admitted, closing her eyes instantly to avoid his shit eating grin.

“yeah? you were jealous? i kind of like knowing that it wasn’t just me.” he replied, raising his brows in amusement.

she shut her eyes again, sending a smack as she said, “shut up! you were more jealous than i was!” she cackled out a laugh whilst watching him smile widely in return. “are you gonna let go of my hand now?”

“no, why would i?” sunghoon’s eyes lightened with delight. “we’re together now.” he brought y/n’s hand up to his lips, placing a quick kiss on it — earning a gasp from her.

“you didn’t even ask me out!” she cracked a smile as she furrowed her brows at him.

hoon playfully rolled his eyes. “y/n, will you go out with me?”

“mm.. no! go ask out mei,” she teased with a grin.

the girl attempted to leave the scene, getting out of his hold for a second — actually believing that she’d flee successfully, just for her to get pulled back in his grip. hoon’s arms flung around her body, holding her back as the two laughed together.

“sunghoon!!”

the smitten male behind her closed his eyes in bliss, wiggling with his arms around her.

“i’d rather go out with you, i think you match me more.”

“you think or you know?” y/n emphasized, turning to face him with an eyebrow raise.

hoon took a pause, side eyeing from his left vision to the right before placing a soft kiss on her lips.

“sunghoon!” she quickly whined, hands hitting his arms as he only chuckled.

his ears became red, blushing all over in how cute she was being. watching how she struggled to get out of his strong hold was a heart skip to him. a smile coiled onto his face as he leaned in for another kiss.

their lips met, breaths on each others while he softly pushed on hers. hoon lowly groaned with his glasses falling to the tip of his nose, finally feeling her lips kiss back after having their small argument.

this was definitely the highlight of the day for him.

his hands met her warm cheeks, pulling her face closer to his as he smiled against her lips. she felt them gently move, causing her to grin as well before pulling away — loving the smitten look on his face for her.

“wow you let go of my hand.” y/n teased, putting her hand up on display for him to see. sunghoon only laughed, shaking his head as he replied — “fine, i’ll let you win this one.”

he quickly ruffled her hair, letting it fall messy to the front of her face to smile even more in amusement.

“sunghoon..!”

“i’m congratulating you!” the boy defended, putting his hands up in the air like he was in trouble.

y/n rolled her eyes, smacking him like always before intertwining their hands together.

“whatever, let’s just go.” she said, feeling his fingers tighten around her hand.

“that’s my gorgeous girl,” sunghoon complimented. he placed a longing kiss on her cheek, only for her to playfully wipe it off.

“hey!”

she chortled out a laugh, dodging his other attempts on kissing her cheek.

after a few more tries, the poor boy finally got to kiss his girlfriend.

y/n sighed, letting him win in satisfaction as they both left school together, hand in hand.

they were finally dating, and nothing could no longer separate them. their situationship was over but their relationship had just begun.

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sunoostripletriple · 20 days

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enha when you ask for another members pc [imagine]

IMAGINES - enhypen when...you ask for another members pc

Rating: PG

Warnings: swearing, kms/kys jokes, no gender specified but hoon and sunoo mentions "girl" (sunoo's is jokingly so), dying mention, lego threat

Picture Count: 10 pictures

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a/n: omg hey haha fancy seeing you here lmao. i've had NO motivation to write lately i'm so sorry. i wanted to post just a little something to keep you guys entertained while i prepare the next chapter of case 143 🤭 also THIS IS MY FIRST WRITING FOR ENHYPEN OMG ?!?!?! as i'm writing this it's been 24 hours since i saw them IRL FOR THE FIRST TIME UGH i cried so much 😭 i miss them sm so i hope you guys are okay with more enhypen content soon !!!

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sunoostripletriple · 20 days

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bros before hoes ✰ p.sh smau

synopsis > with the help of fukutomi tsuki, park y/n finally gains the courage to face their long time crush, the one and only, park sunghoon. park sunghoon thinks it's love at first sight when he sees her. paired up as the new mcs of music bank, shenanigans ensue when y/n learns about sunghoon's crush...

or in which... park y/n is an idiot with a big heart and park sunghoon is an oblivious fool [affectionate]

genre > smau + written, idol au, idiots to lovers, mutual pining, slight slow burn but not really, minimal angst, LOTS of fluff

warnings > constant and consistent cursing, probably terribly written 'angst', crack

featuring > idol!p.sh x idol!gn!reader, most of enha, bang chan of stray kids, tsuki of billlie, jooyeon of xdinary heroes, haewon of nmixx, chaeryeong of itzy, sunwoo of the boyz, wonbin & anton of riize (cameo) + wonyoung face claim in *some* places (there's only so much i can do, sorry-)

status > ongoing (150424-?)

taglist > OPEN! send an ask to be added. dms and comments will be ignored !

note > ITS FINALLY HERE 😭😭😭 i've been working on this for a while now and im SO happy to finally be able to share this with you guys!! shout out to my darling abby who beta read this and kept me motivated while planning, you're the BEST 🤕🫶

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profiles > EN- | NEXUS | PRIVZ

chapters:-

prologue: bye bye akkong 01: the 'meet' cute (0.7k) 02: the announcement 03: you think i knew ??? 04: Big Reveal(s) (0.6k) 05: he likes WHO?! 06: new MCs in town (0.6k) 07: scheming and plotting 08: 7th sense (0.7k) 09: dance dance 10: great chemistry

more tba !

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sunoostripletriple · 20 days

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everyday boyfriend texts ♪ lee heeseung

warnings: fluff, crack, gender neutral reader, kms joke, swearing, pet names, reader calls heeseung princess and a whore as a joke, heeseung gets a little drunk and silly, that’s all i think!

luckys note!: first thing written that’s not a chapter of midnight fiction!! lmk if you guys like stuff like this and if i should do these more!

(📌) PERM TAGLIST IS OPEN!

dm me to be added!

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sunoostripletriple · 21 days

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soft launch with sim jake

↷boyfriend! jake • reader ⋯ ♡ᵎ

↷warnings: mentions of dead body (nobody died) ⋯ ♡ᵎ

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .*

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sunoostripletriple · 22 days

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𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬!

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬?

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐞𝐱!𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐞𝐱!𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐡𝐞𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧

𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐭’𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫:)

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sunoostripletriple · 22 days

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Aint he so cute☝️😔😔

cutest bedsheet fixer alive 🛌🏼

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sunoostripletriple · 22 days

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Got Me Feelin' Hella Good

best friend!kim sunoo [enhypen] x reader [afab]

concept: you and sunoo have been best friends your whole life, which is why it was so easy to convince him to hotbox your car with you. it's what happens after you're high that you weren't expecting.

w/c: 3.4k

warning: *recreational drug use [smoking weed], hotboxing ; sexually explicit content, car sex, fingering, hand job, cumshot

“What if someone comes over here?”

“They’re not going to.”

“We’re on campus.”

“I know,” you retort, pulling your tin out of your bag. Sunoo glances around the front seats of your car, out the windshield anyway as you drop your bag back in the footwell, folding your leg over your ankle so you have the room to work. “Security never checks this far out in the parking lot, it’s too far of a walk for them. Chill out,” you tell him, opening the tin and pulling out an orange prescription bottle. You uncap the lid and drop a couple of green nuggets in your hand.

“This feels like a bad idea,” Sunoo insists, but doesn’t stop you as you pick up your grinder, putting it inside. You give him a look, putting the lid back on but not turning the canister.

“We don’t have to, if you don’t want to. We can just go back to Jay oppa’s,” you suggest but Sunoo shakes his head, lower lip between his teeth. “Okay.” You twist the metal canister, grinding the nuggets up. “Besides, would I do something that’s going to get us in trouble?” Sunoo levels you with a look. “On purpose!” You amend, smiling at him.

“Every time I got in trouble in high school it was your fault,” he points out but you just shrug.

Maybe he has a point, but that’s never stopped Sunoo from being your friend. That probably has to do with the fact that you and Sunoo have known each other since diapers, but that’s irrelevant to the matter at hand. The two of you are best friends, you’ve been best friends your whole life and maybe you’ve done some things that have gotten Sunoo in a bit of trouble, but so what? That’s what friends are for, forcing each other to live a little bit and have those kinds of experiences.

You have other friends, he has Sunghoon and Jungwon and Riki and you have your girls, Kazuha and Wonyoung, but it’s always been you and Sunoo. Ride or die, that’s the deal. You made that pact when you were five and you’ve yet to let go of it. Even Sunoo reminds you of it, that it doesn’t matter how stupid you are, he’s going to do it with you. Well, sometimes.

Ever since you entered college, you’ve been hanging out with a few other people. Some less than reputable and Sunoo’s not exactly been on board. So, you’ve been trying things, dabbling in stuff that he wouldn’t otherwise agree with but he’s also not going to stop you unless you’re doing something genuinely dangerous. Casual underage drinking and weed doesn’t exactly strike him as a gateway to arson and homicide so he hasn’t told you not to do anything. Just to be careful. And you are. Which is why you wanted him to smoke with you.

Sunoo’s never smoked. He’s too straight laced for that, he said he didn’t like the idea of it, but you’re you, he’s known you forever and when you told him that he could trust you, he did. Of course he did. Which is why, two beers deep and a little restless, you managed to convince him to hotbox your car with you. You parked all the way in the back of the expansive campus parking lot, shut the doors and rolled up the windows. You have music playing from your phone in the cupholder and your cotton candy blue bowl sitting at the bottom of your smoking tin.

“Live a little,” you tell him, opening the grinder. You pack the bowl with the green, carefully making sure you don’t waste any of it. Sunoo watches with a lifted brow, not understanding but watching anyway. Once the bowl is full, you put your grinder back into the tin and pick up your lighter. “I’ll go first, and then I’ll show you?” You suggest.

“Sure, I guess,” Sunoo sighs. You wink and he breathes a laugh. The car is already starting to get warm with just the two of you in it. You bring the mouthpiece up, flicking the lighter to get it going.

Smoke fills the tube when you suck on it, the green starting to ash up in the bowl. When you release your finger from the hole on the side you breathe in, smoke filling your lungs. It’s thick and sweet smelling. After a moment, you turn your head, blowing smoke towards the windshield. The first of many, you can’t help but think as the smoke is already starting to cloud the front seats. When you turn back to Sunoo, you offer the bowl. “Your turn,” you tell him.

“What am I doing?” He asks.

You show him how to hold it, where to put his fingers. You light it for him, helping him hold it. Sunoo is unimaginably beautiful, you’ve always known this about your best friend, so you’re not even surprised that his full lips look especially pretty wrapped around the mouthpiece. When he breathes in, his eyes water, and he coughs the smoke out less than a second later. You giggle, rubbing his back as it sounds like he’s about to hack up a lung. You fish a water bottle out of your bag to give him, balancing the bowl on your center console.

“Fuck,” he curses through coughs. “This is fun for you?” He asks, doubtful as you hand him the water.

“The first drag is never good,” you assure him. “Besides, it’s not about the drag. It’s about the feeling after the smoke.”

“Sure, okay,” he groans, sipping from the bottle. “You look like you know what you’re doing.”

“I have good lungs,” you say with a wink. “Try again?”

It takes Sunoo three more tries to get the hang of it and by that time you’ve nearly ashed the bowl entirely. You’re starting to get that light, floaty feeling in your head that you’re familiar with and Sunoo’s eyes look glossy and a little red. The car is starting to fog, the windows turning cloudy with condensation. You ash the bowl and repack it while Sunoo runs a hand through his hair.

“Shit. I thought you said you don’t usually get high the first time,” he says, peeling his hoodie off. You do a double take when you see that he’s wearing a muscle shirt under his hoodie, the black fabric of the shirt sticking slightly to his damp chest. You don’t remember your best friend looking like that, since when has Sunoo started working out? You swallow and look back at the task at hand, finishing quickly so you can take another drag. When you lower it, you hand it off to Sunoo, who even takes the lighter from you this time.

“You don’t usually,” you admit, watching his lips purse around the mouthpiece. Why are you so hot? Oh, shit, you’ve been smoking, right. That’s why. Sometimes you get a little horny when you smoke, it happens, the endorphins or whatever. You’ve asked some of your uni friends about it once and that’s what they said. Apparently it can really heighten an orgasm but you’ve never tried. Usually by the time you can get off the high has already faded. “Are you high already?” You ask, watching Sunoo take the drag, his singing lungs finally having kicked in and given him the ability to take long, deep drags.

He blows out a large cloud of smoke, gray blue and shrouding his features briefly. Fuck, has he always been this handsome? His eyes are a little red rimmed but it just makes his lashes stand out, lips a little fuller from the way he’s been biting and licking them between drags. You try to shift in the most inconspicuous way, allowing you to press your thighs together. You take the bowl from him, avoiding his eyes as you cross your ankles, tightening your legs together.

“You’re horny,” Sunoo accuses with a smirk, sipping from his water bottle. You nearly choke on your next drag, lowering it from your mouth prematurely. You cough once, blowing a thin stream of smoke.

“Shut up!” You tell him. “I am not!”

“You think I don’t know what a girl looks like when she’s horny?” Sunoo retorts, putting the bottle of water in the cup holder. “You are so full of shit. You’re probably wet as hell.”

“Shut up!” You repeat, voice pitching up. “What the hell do you know about it?”

“More than you know,” he says, leaning his shoulder against the backrest of the backseat, grinning at you. “I’m just saying, you don’t have to pretend that you aren’t. I don’t care.”

“Again, what the fuck do you know about girls being horny?” You shift again and he winks. “Gross!” You insist, reaching over to shove him in the shoulder. Sunoo laughs, falling back against the door. You pass him the bowl, which he takes easily, the lighter too. “I didn’t know you were sleeping around,” you comment, tucking your hands between your thighs, watching as he takes another drag. When he lets it out it comes out in a slowly melting cloud around his face, which inexplicably makes you rub your thighs together harder.

“I’m not,” he tells you, reaching over to rest the bowl on the console. You’ve practically wasted it, nothing but ash and the car is thick with smoke. He crawls over the backseat to get closer to you, the air is so hot and humid, foggy with smoke that you can barely see him if he’s too far away. Sunoo’s face gets clearer, not a lot clearer, you’re both pretty high, but slightly clearer as he gets closer. “But you know, I had a girlfriend in high school.”

“You slept with her?” You ask. The first you’ve heard of this and you were so sure Sunoo told you everything.

“Yeah, our last year,” he tells you. His hand lands on your knee, warm and comforting. You uncross your ankles. “We broke up two months later so I didn’t tell you. I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“Did she come?” You ask. It blurts out of you, your filter completely demolished by your high. You don’t care about that girl anyway, you don’t even remember her name. She and Sunoo were together for about six months and she never liked you. What does matter is what your best friend is capable of. What else don’t you know about him?

“Yeah,” he laughs softly, grinning at you. “Why?” His hand slides up your thigh. “Do you want me to make you come?”

“Sunoo,” you grumble, rolling your eyes but his hand doesn’t stop until it’s high on your thigh, right at the crease of your thigh and hip. The warmth of his hand seeps through your jeans, so close to where you’re dampening your panties.

“You’re so fucking horny and you’re not gonna get to come for hours unless I do it for you,” he points out. Annoyingly enough, he’s right. You have to wait for this high to wear off before you can drive to your dorm and even if you walk, you’ll have to walk all the way across campus to get there. You’ll be stone cold sober by the time you get there and probably not even turned on anymore. A waste. “I mean, I don’t have to.” He takes his hand away, putting some distance between you. You miss the heat of his hand on your thigh already. “If you don’t want me to.”

You’ve never even thought of Sunoo in that way but he looks damn handsome right now for some reason, in the eerie light of your orange, overhead car light, shrouded in smoke. There’s a street light outside that’s peering white light in through your windshield, warping the shadows in your car. It causes shadows to cut across his features, his lower lip caught between his teeth, his eyes half lidded and red rimmed from his high. Your eyes drift down towards his body, a body you remember softer than it is now, with the muscle tank sticking to his chest, defined muscles in his arms and a narrow waist. You lick your lips and lift your gaze to see Sunoo smirking at you.

“You’re so fucking turned on. I can tell. I wish you could see yourself,” Sunoo says. Maybe his filter is fucked too, there’s no way he would say that to you if he wasn’t high as hell.

“Fine,” you say, already reaching for the button of your jeans. Sunoo slides across the backseat again, reaching down to grab your ankles. You gasp softly as he picks them up, placing them on either side of his hips. “Just your fingers,” you say, pointing a finger at him with your button undone and zipper halfway down.

“Yeah, okay, whatever,” he says, rolling his eyes at you. “C’mon, take your fucking pants off,” he urges, reaching forward to help you. The two of you peel your jeans off, Sunoo discarding them into the footwell with your bag. He slaps a hand on the overhead light, turning it off and then brings your ankles around his hips again, dragging you closer. You gasp as you’re tugged down the backseat until your knees are bracketing his hips, your back flat on the backseat.

From this angle, Sunoo looks down at you with a silver halo coming from the street light not too far away, his hands sliding up your thighs. You’re having a hard time getting a full breath in but that could be from a few different things. You’re hazy headed from the weed, the car is still thick with smoke and Sunoo is over top of you in a way you never could’ve imagined. His hands continue upwards until one is holding onto your hip and the other slips between your legs, rubbing the backs of two of his fingers against your clothed cunt.

“Oh,” you gasp, surprised. You’re wetter than you thought, the cotton of your panties is soaked, the fabric almost translucent and offering very little in terms of a layer between his fingers and your cunt.

“Shit, you’re so wet already,” he comments, pressing his knuckles harder against your slit. The material folds in between your pussy, letting him press his knuckles right against your sensitive skin. It allows him to rub right over your clit, shocking a moan out of you. “I didn’t think you would already be this wet.” He adjusts his hand so he can run his thumb up and down your slit, toying with you. You whimper, eyelids fluttering, hips bucking off the backseat. Sunoo holds you down with the hand on your hip, keeping you pinned.

He pulls his hand back so he can pull your panties aside, revealing your soaking wet cunt to him. Sunoo pulls your panties as far out of the way as he can, admiring the way your cunt glistens in the low light, slick having spread all over your pussy, over your clit and onto your thighs. He bites his lip, taking his hand from your hip so he can hold your panties away with one hand, the other coming up to lick at his fingers. They’re already coated in a thin layer of your slick, which makes him moan and then bring them down, stroking them over your folds.

“Don’t- don’t tease,” you stutter out. “C’mon, I’m so fucking wet, Sunoo.”

“I know,” he agrees. “I know you are.” He spreads you open with two fingers, watching you with hazy eyes as your pussy clenches uselessly around nothing. When he slips his fingers inside of you you moan high and desperate but also your cunt squelched with how wet you already are. He fucks his fingers in and out of you slowly, admiring the way slick oozes out of you with every thrust of his fingers, gathering wetly around the base of his fingers. When he pulls them out you whine, blinking up at him as he pushes them into his mouth.

“Fuck,” he moans. His own hips jerk and your gaze drags down his body, towards his crotch. You didn’t notice but now you can’t help but see it, the evident outline of his bulge in the jeans. When he pulls his fingers out of his mouth they’re coated in his spit and then he’s pushing them back inside of you. You falter briefly from trying to get up to your elbows, the sudden return of something inside of you making your eyes roll back.

“You’re hard,” you gasp out but Sunoo either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care because he’s too busy fingering you open, scissoring his fingers inside of you and pushing in to the knuckle. You had never noticed how long his fingers are before, but now they’re pressed so deep inside of you it’s hard for you to form a thought. “Sunoo,” you whine, gasping. “Let me, let me,” you say, pushing yourself up into a semi sitting position.

“You don’t-” He cuts himself off as you unbutton and unzip his jeans, shoving your hand into the front of his briefs. He’s so hard it’s not difficult to pull his cock out through the hole. His cock is already flushed and leaking at the tip, precum rolling down the sides when you wrap your fingers around him, beginning to stroke. “Oh my God,” he moans, hips rocking up towards the tight circle of your fingers.

“Get me off, I’ll get you off,” you offer, smearing precum up and down the sides of him. Sunoo nods, picking up the pace with his fingers, his opposite hand white knuckling your panties. You can barely breath, caught up in the pleasure of Sunoo’s fingers inside of you contrasting the hot pulse of his cock in your hand as you jerk him off.

You slide in as close as you can, your legs around him, your pussy nearly flush with his dick with the way you’re both frantically trying to get the other off. The high is making everything extra sensitive, the thick smell of smoke in your lungs, sweat trickling down your neck, your cunt pulsing with every inward thrust of his fingers. Sunoo leans forward to press his forehead against your shoulder, panting humidly against your throat as you get him off. For all that he seems like he’s barely holding on his fingers are ruthlessly fucking you, little whines leaving you as he shoves his fingers inside, curling them just right to have you nearly sobbing.

“I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come, Sunoo,” you sob, trying and failing to fuck yourself on his fingers. “Please, please, please.” He glances down, uncurling his thumb from around your panties to press it against your clit, circling it quickly. Your cunt clenches around his fingers, hips jerking violently as he presses his fingertips into your walls, making you come.

You gasp through your orgasm, white and black spots dancing through your vision as it takes over you, your body trembling where it’s pressed against Sunoo’s. As you struggle to come down through your orgasm he slides his fingers out of you so he can tighten you hand around his cock, fucking his hips up into it. You watch with hazy eyes as he chases his orgasm, fucking your fingers, lip between his teeth, pretty eyes squeezed shut until he comes.

Cum spurts from his cock all over your hand, splattering on your thighs as he comes. Your breath catches in your throat as you watch him come all over you, messy and thick and copious. A distant part of yourself wonders if he always comes like that.

“Yeah,” he pants. “I always come that much.” Shit, you said it out loud. You are still so fucking out of it. “I can’t believe you jerked me off,” he says, letting go of your hand so you can uncurl your fingers from around his softening cock.

“It would’ve been rude not to,” you say, leaning back so you can place your panties back over your cunt. They’re sticky and wet now but you didn’t think to bring an extra pair. You didn’t think you were going to let your best friend finger fuck you in the back of your car. “You have something I can clean up with?” You ask.

“You mean you didn’t think ahead?” Sunoo asks and you roll your eyes at him. He giggles, tucking himself back in his jeans. “You keep napkins in the glove compartment, right?” He asks, leaning over the console to get to it.

“Cleaning up your cum with fast food napkins,” you grumble and he laughs, digging them out. “Just how I wanted my night to go.”

a/n: *this fic talks about recreational drug use in the form of smoking weed. please make responsible decisions while under the influence, i won't tell you not to do it but if you're gonna, don't be stupid about it, okay? ; finally, a fic all for sunoo! i really think sunoo suits the best friend genre so well, he's so perfect for it. the way you can just turn around and have a very serious, "oh" moment if you're not careful. this one was a total whim of a fic to work on, i had a blast, i hope you enjoyed it too!

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JAKEHOON STANS RISE UP

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he's literally my favorite person ever ☹️

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MR. FUNNY GUY — l.heeseung

PAIRING: heeseung x fem!reader GENRES: fluff, humor WC: 3.8k+

WARNINGS: a few swear words, mentions of alcohol. yeji, sunghoon's sister, is portrayed in this fic as being of age, because there is a part that insinuates that she has been drinking.

NOTES: this came to me as a totally random thought and made me want to write it, without pretension. yes, konon is written as jake's girlfriend just because i wanted something totally different, and i've never seen anyone put her as the girlfriend of any of the boys. idk, nothing special, hehehe. i hope you like it!

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Every group of friends consists of having outstanding personalities or a representative for each thing among them. Heeseung could be the personification of the funny kid.

He had always been in charge of making the best jokes and making everyone laugh ever since he met his friends at the end of high school and the beginning of university. With Heeseung around, it was as if there was no sadness at all.

Even his attitude was that of a big, awkward, funny guy, which gave him even more credit for his antics.

Heeseung was responsible for making Jake stop crying when he got his first low grade in calculus at university. Not even his girlfriend was able to cheer him up, but Heeseung trying to prepare a smoothie and forgot to close the lid of the blender, causing all the fruit and mixtures to fly around the kitchen... Oh, that got a good laugh out of Jake. And a few curses from Jay, for sure.

Heeseung was also responsible for making Sunghoon and Yeji cry with laughter a week after their puppy went missing. She was crying and he said he would help his friends find her, even if their hopes were slim. Heeseung did find her, but that didn't stop him from coming back all wet and with mud all over his shorts because the dog had wandered into a garden and he ran with his life to rescue her. Telling that story out loud made it all worthwhile in the end.

What Heeseung never managed was to get many smiles out of you, Yeji's best friend. It wasn't as if you and she joined Sunghoon's group of friends very often, but when you did, you were the only one who stayed quietly in the corner of the room and didn't crack a smile when he made a joke.

At first, it didn't make much difference to him, not least because you only appeared occasionally and Heeseung only found out about you sometime later. Because you really were so quiet that you seemed almost invisible. But as time went by and Yeji attended more and more of the boys' meetings – even more so after she and you made friends with Jake's girlfriend – Heeseung didn't want to admit it, but he started to feel a bit insulted.

Why weren't you laughing at his jokes? Why didn't you crack a single smile at his antics in front of his friends? You were supposed to hate him, in Heeseung's mind. That was the only explanation for why he never saw a single curved movement of your lips.

"Relax, man" Sunghoon said one night when the two of them were in the kitchen preparing the popcorn for the movie. "Yeji said that Y/n is like that, very closed," he took a larger bowl to pour the contents into, placing it next to another in case he needed a spare. "She took a while to open up to the girls, so maybe it's nothing personal."

So it would seem. Heeseung thought, rolling his eyes as he tried to forget about it and focus on the movie night they all had together.

A whole month passed and he tried not to focus on the thought that you didn't like him, because if that were the case, Heeseung would have gotten there first. He knew everyone there before you did, so if you didn't like him, you might as well not hang out with them anymore and just be friends with Yeji and Jake's girlfriend.

But no, that night what he wanted to happen happened. And without expecting much, without creating any expectations that you would smile at him.

"What are you three doing?" Sunghoon approached and ruffled Yeji's hair, hearing his little sister grumble and curse him for it.

"Trying to make sushi at home" she huffed "But Konon's the only one who can, and she gives the hardest tasks to me and Y/n to do."

"Come on, I think we're doing fine," you said, avoiding looking at Konon because you knew she was laughing at the two of you.

You held up a hot roll you had just rolled, hoping it wouldn't fall out of your hand and spill all the rice. Your eyes met Sunghoon's and then looked at Heeseung, who was standing in the kitchen doorway.

"You're doing a great job," Sunghoon complimented.

"Yeah, long and crooked... Looks like Sunghoon" Heeseung pointed to the hotroll in his hand, and he almost shouted when he heard the sound of your laughter.

It wasn't possible what Heeseung's eyes were seeing at that moment. You. Laughing and then smiling at him... Did that really happen?

Sunghoon abruptly turned to Heeseung as if he was thinking the same thing. Of course, he and the boys were the only ones to hear Heeseung's lament that you never smiled at anything he did. But now it had just happened.

And he wasn't sure if he wanted to see it again, because strangely Heeseung's heart was pumping in a way that he wasn't happy about. Not to mention the fact that, apart from thinking about your smile and the sound of your laugh for weeks, the boy wasn't proud to say that he had dreamt about it.

Was it stupid to say that he had actually dreamed of your smile? Shit, that couldn't be possible.

"Heeseung!" Jake shouted to get his friend's attention, snapping his fingers in front of his face.

"Fuck, what a fright" Heeseung wriggled in his chair "What's wrong?"

"I've been calling you for about five minutes, what world were you in?"

"In the world where Y/n keeps smiling at him" Sunghoon hummed.

Fucking bastard... How did Sunghoon have to be so direct like that? All right, his friends knew and couldn't stand to hear Heeseung fantasize about it for weeks, but hearing it out loud from someone else made him feel like a bit of an idiot.

"In my defense, I'm still in shock about this" he tried to say, hearing Jay's laughter from across the room.

"Still? How long has it been... like, three weeks? A month?" he asked, already knowing the answer. If Heeseung were to count, it had been a month and a few days, because every month the girls tried to make a different food. And he distinctly remembers his skills – not unlike Konon's – in rolling the seaweed into sushi.

"Do you like her?" Jake sprawled further back on the sofa, almost throwing his legs over Heeseung's lap. Sunghoon was sitting on the floor staring at the TV while the movie was still playing.

"What? No" he said too quickly, regretting it the moment all the boys' eyes landed on him.

"Dude, you literally went to great lengths just to make her laugh for you" Jay got up from his chair to walk over to Sunghoon and sit down next to him on the floor.

"And when that happened, you didn't stop talking about it the whole time," Jake added.

"I said you could all make me stop talking—"

"We don't want to, it's cute" Sunghoon smiled "Besides I think it happened a few more times after sushi night."

"What?" it was Heeseung's turn to shout, startling Jake who was cursing at him quietly as he curled up on the sofa.

At that moment Heeseung was standing in the living room, pacing back and forth near the TV and watching his friends with mixed feelings. Jake was still recovering from his shock, Sunghoon was pressing his lips together, feeling guilty for saying it just then. While Jay held in his laughter and closed his eyes to wait for the conversation to unfold.

"You're just telling me about this now? Fuck Sunghoon, what do you mean?"

"Dude, I'm sorry" he said, "It's just that you got so excited about it that if I told you she smiled a few more times, you might explode."

"I'm exploding right now" from the coloring of his face, it could be possible.

What do you mean you smiled at Heeseung or something related to him and Sunghoon didn't say anything at all? Now he wanted to know, what was the occasion? Had he done something funny, said something at the wrong time, or made a joke? Or did you genuinely smile just because he was around? What had been the circumstance in which you smiled at him?

"All your gears are turning at the moment and I think it's my fault" Sunghoon got up from the floor, straightening his pants and then sighing, "But she smiled at times when you weren't looking."

"Why?"

"Look, I know your mind because I've lived with you for years, but I have no idea what she was thinking about it" Sunghoon's words had a unique effect on Heeseung. He was even more pensive.

"Yeah, he's right," Jake said.

"You too..." Heeseung then turned to Jay.

"Dude, we talked about this for hours and worked it out together," he defended himself, cringing when the other threatened to approach.

"Hey, calm down!" Sunghoon held him by the shoulders even though he knew his friend would do absolutely nothing to any of the three "Now that you know, you can do something about it."

"Yes, kill the three of you."

"Or talk to her and ask why" Jake shrugged and stood up, giving his best smile in response "Now how about we order something to eat? I'm starving."

"No, no more drinks for you today, young lady" Sunghoon snatched the glass from Yeji's hand, listening to his sister's protests even though she was already a little upset.

"But hey, we're celebrating" she tried to catch it, but to no avail, her older brother was taller and would surely use that to his advantage.

"Celebrating what? The loss of your liver?" Heeseung looked around at the number of glasses on the kitchen counter.

He sighed as he imagined that the owner of that house would have an extremely difficult time cleaning up, but his thoughts were soon cut loose by the sound of laughter that flooded the room. His body went still and his eyes widened at the sight of your standing in front of the kitchen door.

"Hey, Heeseung, you look like you've seen a haunting" you waved at him, smiling briefly and then turning your eyes back to the Park siblings.

"He just heard something" Sunghoon added.

Not knowing what it was, you didn't bother asking him and just walked into the kitchen where the three of them were still standing.

"What's going on?" you asked.

"Yeji's already drunk, so let's go home."

"But she's celebrating," you pouted "It's not every day you get an A in Professor Choi's class."

"The worst professor at that university" Yeji picked up a glass to raise and pretend to toast, then put it back on the counter.

"But you've had enough, so I think you'd better go home" he looked at his sister and then at you "Has Jake taken Konon yet?"

"They just got home, Jay told me as soon as I came into the kitchen" you looked around for something to drink "And you two, what are you doing here?"

Sunghoon had gone after Yeji before he left and Heeseung had been in charge of looking for you, so the two of them could take you home safe and sound. But he didn't want to say that out loud.

"We came after you two," Sunghoon replied.

"Okay, let's go" Yeji whined "I won't be able to finish my drink anyway."

"Not even if we just have one more beer? It'll be quick and—"

"Nope" Heeseung stood in front of you when you threatened to approach the fridge. Looking up thanks to his height, this was the closest he had come to you since you two met.

It might have been the effect of the drink or the moment itself, but he looked glistening and that had – strangely – made your heart flutter.

Blame the drink, blame the drink, please.

"Come on Y/n, these two dullards don't know what fun is" Yeji pushed past Heeseung, ignoring his protests as she grabbed you by the arm and pulled you out of the kitchen.

"That's it man, a few more moves and you two would be kissing in this kitchen" Sunghoon held Heeseung by the shoulders without missing an opportunity to tease him.

He acted on instinct to stand in front of you so that you wouldn't advance into the kitchen, right? He also ignored the distance between the two of you because he miscalculated his steps and Sunghoon was right to say how close you and Heeseung were. But those thoughts had to be pushed aside as quickly as possible.

And that happened when Jay's voice echoed in Heeseung's ears, standing next to his friend's car.

"Can you take Y/n home?" he asked. Heeseung didn't want to show his shock, but the orbs almost popping out in the expression that caught him off guard made Jay laugh right away "I've had a few drinks and I certainly won't be able to drive."

"But—"

"Take her and come back for me" Jay handed Heeseung the keys to his car.

"Why don't you just go along? I can drop you home later."

"Because I'm not finished here yet" Jay's lips protruded forward in a pout, he took a few steps away from Heeseung, nodding and smiling at his friend "And I don't want to witness anything pornographic in my car. Unless I'm the one doing it," he shouted the last part and Heeseung turned sharply in the direction you were with the Park siblings.

He would have given anything at that moment for you to be so drunk that you hadn't heard any of the shit Jay had said so far.

"Where's Jongseong going?" Yeji asked when he saw the boy disappearing among some people in the garden of the house.

"He said he didn't finish whatever it is in there" Heeseung sighed "Come on Y/n, I'll take you home."

None of you missed the mischievous giggle that escaped from Yeji, soon to be joined by Sunghoon. Heeseung knew very well about his friend, but why did his little sister even seem to be complicit?

"Do you know where I live?" you asked so naturally that Heeseung had forgotten how serious you were whenever you were around him.

"No, but you can tell me while we go in Jay's car," he said, and you just agreed and let him guide you to the vehicle. Neither of you cared what the Park siblings said as you and Heeseung walked to Jay's car. He showed himself to be a tremendous gentleman by opening the door for you and checking that everything was okay until you buckled your seatbelt so he could close the door and turn the car around.

"Can we go?" he asked and you nodded, giving Heeseung the coordinates so he could get to your house.

For Heeseung, the silence was necessary while he reorganized his thoughts because, for the first time, he was in a place alone with you. That had never happened since the two of you met.

Now for you, the silence was agonizing because it made you think and observe. To think about how hard you'd tried to get away from that man next to you and to observe how well he drove. His hands firmly gripping the leather of the steering wheel, his long fingers drumming now and then when they stopped at a traffic light or how agile his hand was at holding the gearshift. You also found yourself swallowing when his hand accidentally hit your leg when changing gears. He wasn't doing it on purpose, you knew that, but it was inevitable not to smile quickly.

"We're here" he was the first to break the silence, indicating that he had followed your coordinates very well, and now the two of you were parked inside Jay's car and in front of your apartment complex.

You looked out of the window, a sigh escaping your lips as you looked back at the boy in the car sitting next to you.

"Thanks, Heeseung" you said sincerely, opening a smile when his eyes met yours. Heeseung smiled too, but he didn't look so happy about it. He seemed... Annoyed?

"Can I ask you something, Y/n?" he said just like that, not even bothering to respond to your thanks. But you didn't mind either, after all, your sobriety was starting to kick in, but even so, your alcohol-addled body made you more curious than usual.

"Anything," you said.

It took him a while to formulate that question, pondering whether he should really ask it or just let it go and get on with his life as if it didn't affect him. But it certainly did. Heeseung knew why he had dreamt it, he had to ask.

"Why haven't you ever smiled at me?" might seem like a silly question from the outside, or even sad if the person was as sentimental as Heeseung.

At first, your eyebrows drew together in surprise. But then everything relaxed and you unbuckled your belt to turn around and face the boy.

"What do you mean?"

Heeseung repeated your gesture a few seconds later, unbuckling his belt and turning to face you too.

"I mean, ever since we met you've never smiled at anything I've done," he shrugged, trying to sound firm in his words, not wanting to waver or show how ridiculous it might seem "Surely Yeji has already let it slip that I'm the clown of the group and, I don't know, you're the only person who's never given me a single smile."

"Does that bother you?"

No. He should answer, to appear tougher.

"Yes, a little" Heeseung didn't want to follow his thoughts, he wanted to act on the emotion of the moment "I thought you didn't like me or, at worst, thought I was so dull that you begged the girls to get away every time we met in a group."

He was being so honest with you, opening up so genuinely that you felt a little bad. Maybe your way of acting on everything you'd heard hadn't been nice, you might have been a bit extreme with it.

"I'm sorry" was all you managed to say, without knowing exactly why you were apologizing. Whether it was for your reaction or for never getting to Heeseung and wanting to get to know him.

"Why?" he asked.

You didn't want him to ask, so you wouldn't have to explain yourself, you'd get out of the car and drive away. But Heeseung's sparkling eyes seemed to call out to you every second, guiding you to him as if you belonged there, staring at him as the words came freely out of his mouth.

"We have a group of friends at college and certainly Yeji's brother and his friends are sometimes a topic," your gaze quickly shifted to the window behind Heeseung. Anything being more interesting than his eyes paying attention to you right now "I once commented that... Well..."

"Say, it's okay," he tried to encourage you and you looked back at him, could blame it on the drink if something got out of hand, and would say the next day that you didn't remember anything you were saying. Even though by then your sobriety had reached more than half of your body.

"I told I thought you were very handsome" you nibbled your lower lip and continued, not even giving Heeseung time to process the information "A friend of ours said that you were not only handsome but funny, but that was a danger."

"What? Why?" he tried to shake off the tingling feeling in his chest and his cheeks heating up at the confession. So you thought he was handsome from the start.

"Have you ever heard of the theory of the funny boy being a danger?" you crossed your arms and snorted when Heeseung denied it with a nod "He'll make you laugh so much, you'll laugh. Laugh and laugh until you're naked in his bed."

It was his turn to laugh, hiding his face with his hands and messing up his hair.

"Shut up, don't laugh," you groaned in frustration, uncrossing your arms and trying to push his hand away from your face. The contact was electrifying, even if it only lasted a few seconds. Heeseung uncovered his face and looked at you.

"So Yeji's friend said that about me, and you believed it?" Heeseung wanted to sound confident as he raised an eyebrow, even though, if he had to get out of that car, his legs would be as soft as jelly.

"Well..." a few seconds passed and you sighed, "I avoided contact so I wouldn't have to believe it. I don't know, preserve myself as much as possible since you seem to be well known at the university."

"So you didn't want to smile at me because you thought you'd end up in my bed?" Heeseung leaned forward a little, looking a little defiant. You leaned forward too, your hands resting on your lap.

"You make all the girls smile, what difference would it make if I smiled at you?"

Don't be so honest, Heeseung thought to himself, but it was already done when he launched into it.

"Maybe because your smile is beautiful and when that happened on sushi night, I ended up dreaming for a long time."

"What? Did you dream about my smile?" you almost shouted in the car.

"Too many questions for one night, don't you think?" Heeseung pretended to shake himself, looking for the car keys that he hadn't even taken out of the ignition. Turning on the air conditioning might be a good idea since neither of you made any mention of leaving.

"Too many confessions for one night" you leaned back in your seat.

"I think we're going to need a few more nights for you to tell me more" he also leaned back in his seat, but his head remained turned in your direction.

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

"Would you?" he asked back, a stupid – but extremely beautiful – smile adorning his lips as he said again, "I want to prove that friend of yours completely wrong."

"I'd love that, then" to his surprise, asking you out had been completely light-hearted. He didn't feel like throwing up or running away, or even saying something silly, stuttering... Nothing. Heeseung was just himself as he watched you bend down to him and brush your lips against the corner of his.

From the way Heeseung's head was tilted, giving indications that he wasn't going to move, you purposely kissed him on the corner of the lips, pulling away before he made any risky moves.

"I'm waiting for a message from you so we can make an appointment, mr. funny man."

You winked at him, watching as the tip of Heeseung's tongue traced the exact spot where your lips touched the corner of his. The smile never left him as he watched you open the door, wave, and close it to leave.

A smile had never left Lee Heeseung like that.

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