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guppiechuu · 2 days ago

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baby, baby, baby 𓂃🧸۶ৎ ˚ʚɞ˚ l.h.

exboyf idol!heeseung x youngmom!reader

length: 12.1k

contains: angst, hurt/comfort, abandonment issues, second chances, gaining back trust, ot7 hangouts, lots of teasing (of reader and heeseung), flirting, slow burn, co-parenting, mild explicit language, therapist jungwon, happy ending

warnings: none really... mentions of young single mom and absent father

synopsis: you never planned on seeing Heeseung again, let alone with another man's child on your hip. but when a run-in at the grocery store turns into an evening at your messy, toy-strewn apartment, you're forced to face everything you left unsaid. you're not the same girl he left behind all those years ago, and he's not the same guy that did the leaving. so where does that leave you now?

the question: how much are you willing to bet on second chances? the answer: everything.

an: finally posting this monster oh my god. this was meant to be a <1k word oneshot, but turned into a full-on fic. excuse me and my indulgences, i just have daddy issues and am in love with lee heeseung.

an 06.02: i edited this a ton and added like 1000 words cuz i needed more hehe so enjoy!

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You cursed under your breath as your shopping bags began to slip through your fingers. From your hip, Hana fussed unhappily, tiny hands clawing at your face as you struggled to adjust your grip on her.

“S’cuse me,” A woman said, giving you an annoyed glance as she stepped around you. The others behind you made sounds of frustration as you struggled to wrangle your babbling child and groceries out of the store’s entrance.

“Would you mind getting out of the way?” A man asked impatiently as one of your bags slipped.

“I’m sorry,” You said, face burning with embarrassment.

Hana began to cry, her tiny body impossibly strong as she twisted in your arms, trying to escape your grasp.

“Jesus Christ,” He muttered, pushing past you.

You bit your lip, hair falling in your face to hide the tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Everything was so hard. Ever since your ex had moved out, you’d had no one to help you.

No one to stay up with Hana when she was fussy, no one to entertain her so you could sneak a quick shower in, no one to get groceries while you washed, and fed, and tended to her.

Your parents were a state away, your friends busy with work or travel—none with kids of their own. No one who understood what you were going through. Standing in the doorway of the grocery store, you felt, for the first time since Hana's father left, the true gravity of how alone you both were.

Another exasperated sigh came from behind you as Hana began to cry in earnest, her shrill voice piercing the air of the store.

“Should’ve left her at home with dad,” An older woman said, tsking as she stepped around you. “New moms these days, thinking they can do it all on their own. That kind of attitude kills marriages, you know."

You opened your mouth to defend yourself—to tell her that you couldn't kill a marriage that didn't exist, to even just curse back at her—when the paper bag you’d managed to hold onto split open, the contents spilling out onto the floor.

“For fuck’s sake,” A man said, shoving past you. His shoulder caught yours, knocking you off balance.

Hana’s weight threw you off-kilter, and you stumbled to the ground, holding her tiny wriggling body to your chest.

You wanted to cry.

Beside you, someone stooped to the ground, hastily grabbing the groceries that had fallen out of your bag. You looked up, the apology already forming on your mouth. As your eyes landed on them, the words died in your mouth.

Heeseung.

Your heart skipped.

He didn’t say anything as he gathered the rest of your things, giving you a hand up. His eyes were glued to the squirming toddler in your arms.

With your groceries collected, you were able to step to the side, Heeseung’s hand still on your arm. The customers who’d gathered behind you filed past, one man glaring at you as he did.

“Finally,” He muttered.

Heeseung’s head snapped in his direction. “Fuck off,” He shot back. Then, looking from Hana to you, he chuckled nervously. “Sorry.”

You were speechless.

How long had it been since you’d seen him? Three years? Three years since he boarded the jet that had carried him out of your life forever.

You remembered it like it was yesterday—ENHYPEN was going on tour, he wasn't sure when he'd be back, or when he'd have time for you again. The group had just started to take off. This was the big break, he’d said. The one that would start the rest of his life.

Going with him was out of the question. Long distance was brutal. Fans were possessive of their favorite members, and a girlfriend was a risk that management couldn't afford. It took all but a few hours for him to be cut from your life. Gone. Erased. Entirely.

And now, here he was. Lee Heeseung, the great heartbreak of your life, standing in the middle of your friendly neighborhood grocery store, eyes darting back and forth between you and the one-year-old clinging to your hip.

Hana made a noise, reaching a hand out at him curiously. He glanced at her, his expression softening. He smiled as he leaned forward, cooing gently while she fiddled with the earring that dangled from his ear.

Your chest tightened.

“Here,” He said, taking the bags from your hands. “Where did you park?”

——

“I didn’t mean to sneak up on you,” Heeseung said quietly as he put the last of your things into your car.

He looked just as you remembered him—tall, handsome, soft-faced, and even softer-voiced. He carried a bag of his own, full of items that sent you back to your school days with him—glossy packages of instant ramen, cling-wrapped kimbap, and those energy drinks he always liked.

You tore your eyes from them, trying to shake the memories of late nights in his dorm from your mind.

“No,” You said, meeting his eyes. God, his eyes. Just as deep and intense as you remembered them. “I should be thanking you. Back there,” You gestured awkwardly, “I was… It’s been a long day.”

His eyes darted to Hana again. You could practically see the question forming on his lips, but he was still the Heeseung you knew, far too polite to outright ask.

“Hana,” You said, smiling at the pink-faced toddler in your backseat. "She's one," You added quickly, watching for his reaction.

He nodded, his expression conflicted, like he was working through his thoughts. “I didn’t know…” He said slowly, looking back at you.

“I know. I… didn’t want you to,” You admitted. “You had a lot going on."

His face dropped. “Y/n, I want you to know, I didn’t mean to—”

“I know,” You said simply, looking down. “You had a life to live. Dreams to chase.” You smiled at him, genuine, although something deep in your heart had begun to ache, starting the moment you’d locked eyes with him. “I was always proud of you for going."

“I shouldn’t have left like that. I know you wanted me to go, and I’m glad I did, but I…” His fingers toyed with the strings of his bag nervously. “…I shouldn’t have left without saying goodbye.”

You shook your head, pushing the memories away. “Don’t worry about it. Water under the bridge.”

From the car, Hana began to cry again. It was well past her dinnertime, which meant she’d be inconsolable until you got her home and into her high chair, which was… still broken.

You bit back a curse, remembering that you’d needed to run to the store to replace it today. A week of trying to feed her without it had proven nearly impossible. Especially now that you were alone.

You turned back to Heeseung, trying not to feel disappointed that reality was sweeping you two apart again. What was that phrase? Right person, wrong time? Well, this was two for two.

“Anyways," You said. "Thank you. Seriously. I was losing it in there.”

“You headed home now?” He asked, looking between you, as if trying to keep the conversation going. Hanna was bawling, fists clenched angrily.

You nodded, pulling a snack pack from your bag and tearing it open, hoping it’d be enough to satiate her until you got home. If you could get her fed, maybe you’d have time to take care of all the other things that were piled on your to-do list.

There were dishes waiting for you, and sticky counters, and laundry. So much laundry. The light in your room had gone out and needed replacing, but you barely had enough time to sleep there, let alone perform a maintenance job on it.

You sighed out a tired laugh, rubbing your face with your hand. “Um, yeah. She needs to be fed and put to sleep, and there’s some housework stuff. You know, never a boring day,” You joked half-heartedly.

Heeseung hummed. Then, hesitantly, asked, "Where’s her dad?”

The question knocked the wind out of you.

He gazed at you curiously, a hint of concern in his eyes. It made your stomach twist uncomfortably. This was the one thing you didn’t want coming up.

The baby? Sure. Your embarrassing moment in the store? Fine. Even the state of your hair and clothes, covered in stains and baby powder and spit-up, whatever.

But the fact that you were alone, that the person you’d chosen to father your child was nowhere to be found, that stung in the back of your throat. Nothing had changed. You were still the one being left behind.

Heeseung read the look on your face. “Oh,” He said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay.” You cut him off, not sure if you could take the awkwardness of this conversation any longer. “But, yeah, I should go. I have… a lot to do at home. Everything’s on her schedule these days.”

“Can I help?”

You felt your breath catch for a second time. “What?” You laughed nervously.

Heeseung nodded at your groceries and at the squawking baby in the back seat. “Can I help you? We’re on break. Been doing pretty much nothing but sitting around the house, gaming all day. I’ll come over.”

“Heeseung…” You started, images of your messy baby-proofed home springing to mind. As if he needed to see any more of the disheveled single mom life. “You don’t have to do that, really, you’ve helped enough—”

“Y/n, we've known each other for a long time. I can tell you’re up to your neck right now. I want to help,” He said earnestly. “Will you let me?”

You held your breath, searching his face for some clue as to what this meant for you two. Ten minutes ago, you had no idea he was even back home. And now... he was asking for a step back into your life.

The inside of your cheek stung as you chewed on it. Finally, you sighed. "What the hell. Fine. Here, let me write down my address for you."

There, at the corners of his eyes, you caught it. That glimpse of joy in his expression, of hope. It confused the fuck out of you, but you just waved to him, climbing into your car and wondering what this meant for you.

——

It was practically impossible to walk across your house without tripping over one of the toys that littered the ground. There were dishes all over the kitchen counters, soup stains on the wall behind Hana’s highchair where she'd thrown her spoon, dirty laundry spilling out of your closet and across the floor.

Heeseung didn't seem to care at all.

In fact, the only thing he seemed to care about was your daughter. Her small fists, the rosy color of her cheeks, the bubbling sound of her laughter. You'd known Heeseung liked kids—you'd talked about having them once—but what you didn't know was how much they loved him.

He and Hana hit it off immediately, faster than you'd ever seen her take to anyone before.

Without a high chair, you’d been struggling to find the best way to keep her stationary long enough to feed her. Heeseung, however, only propped her on his leg, one hand around her stomach, the other holding her plastic pink Hello Kitty spoon.

It was like magic.

No crying, no spitting. No throwing or hitting. You watched in wonder as she sat there, hands resting on his forearm. The perfect little angel you always bragged about back in full swing.

Her preoccupation with him gave you a chance to not only make her dinner, but get her pajamas out and set up her bath for later. It was the most you'd managed to get done in a single hour in weeks.

Having Heeseung there wasn’t just helpful, it was... overwhelming. His presence filled your senses—the smell of his cologne intermingled with Hana's baby lotion, the feeling of him moving around the kitchen behind you, his voice mixing with her giggling nonsense in the living room.

It was intoxicating. It was dangerous. Because part of you wished—had always wished—desperately and against all reason, that this was what your everyday looked like.

You tried to dissuade that wish as you bent over the kitchen sink, elbow deep in soapy water and dirty dishes. Heeseung came in from the dining room, holding Hana's little bowl and matching spoon in one hand, her bib in the other.

"All done," He said, placing them on the counter. "Finished the whole thing." He sounded proud. It made your chest tighten.

"That girl sure can eat," You said lightly, grabbing the dishes and submerging them under water.

"Mmm, just like her mom, then," He joked.

Being there with him, joking with him, it stirred something in you. Something you'd spent a long time trying to forget. Your throat closed as he came up behind you, dry hand sliding over your soapy one.

"What—" You started, but he was already pulling the bowl from your hands, nudging you out of the way.

"I got this. Go finish up with her."

You pressed your lips into a thin line, ignoring the fluttering sensation that crawled up your throat. He was helping, just like he said he would. It was meaningless.

Still, the feeling of his palm on the back of your hand had your heart stuttering.

In the solitude of the bathroom, you rested your chin on your hand, watching as Hana dunked her plastic horse under the soapy bathwater. She held it up to you, babbling through the bubbles on your face.

You sighed. "What d'you think? Should we let him stick around?"

She slammed her horse back into the water with a squeal, sending water over the edge of the tub.

“Yeah,” You muttered, half to yourself. “That’s what I thought.”

You looked over at yourself in the mirror, leaned against the edge of the bathtub, your clothes and hair damp from your daughter’s splashing. So different from the girl that Heeseung had left behind all those years ago. The one he once swore he’d come back for.

You felt childish for even remembering that. Everything was different now. He could have anything he wanted. The girls around him were exactly what you weren’t, what you’d stopped being the moment you found out you were pregnant. They might have been your age, but they weren't saddled with motherhood.

You, on the other hand, would never be able to escape it again.

All anyone seemed to talk about with you was the baby. How old she was now, if she’d started talking yet, how well-behaved she was.

Even running into Heeseung, the first thing he looked at was her. It was like watching yourself fade from existence, all trace of what once made you you vanishing into nothingness.

You weren’t fun. You weren’t spontaneous. Not anymore. Motherhood had drained you of all that youthful vitality Heeseung had once loved so much about you. You felt bland. Boring. Nothing to call your own except for your daughter, who seemed to be the most interesting part of your life nowadays.

Looking at Hana now, you knew there was no way that Heeseung was going to make a permanent return to your life, not when there was a child involved.

And yet.

And yet, Heeseung was still around when you were done with Hana’s bath.

He’d finished the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. He’d put the rest of your groceries away and tossed all of Hana’s toys back in their bin. He even took the trash out, and was offering to fix the light in your room when you stopped him.

“Are you gonna make me kick you out?” You said, hands on your hips.

The corners of his mouth quirked, his brow lifting. “You really are someone’s mom, huh?”

“Heeseung.”

“Come on,” He laughed, “I’m already here, I might as well fix it. You really want me to go?”

No, of course you didn’t. Of course, you wanted him to stay and help you with your light, and fix your leaky shower head, and make your daughter laugh herself all the way to sleep.

Of course, you wanted him to find a million other things to help you with, and to let you keep imagining what life would be like if he were to be there. To really, truly be there.

What, were you supposed to say no to all that?

By the time the sun finally dipped below the horizon, Hana was dozing off in Heeseung’s arms, her cheek flat against his shoulder.

You watched from the kitchen doorway, unable to tear your eyes away from the sight of them. He swayed slightly, bouncing up and down with a hand to her back.

No one held her like that. Not even her dad. He’d wanted almost nothing to do with her. The diapers, the crying, the mess. He’d decided enough was enough before she was even born. But Heeseung…

“She’s incredible,” He said, glancing back at you. His face was soft, shoulders relaxed. It looked almost like she was as comforting to him as he was to her, with her hand wrapped around the fabric of his shirt.

Your throat was tight. “She is. Takes after me, you know,” You joked, trying to ease the effect that this scene was having on you. Your face was warm.

He chuckled, pursing his lips as she stirred gently. After a moment, he said, “I can’t believe I didn’t know.”

You leaned against the doorframe. “It wasn’t something I wanted you to hear from someone else.”

“Yeah,” He said. “Still.”

Still.

He finally looked up at you, and you saw it—how much he was holding back. How hard this was hitting him, all at once. Sure, it had been a long time, but the emotions on his face were like a second language to you. You could read them in your sleep.

“I’m not asking for anything,” You said quickly, maybe too quickly. “I’m not—bringing you here because I want something from you.”

“I know,” He said. But he kept holding Hana anyway, and when you laid her down in her room for the night, he was still in the living room, waiting for you.

“You do all this on your own?” He asked, keeping his voice low.

“Every day.”

“You’re amazing,” He whispered.

“Thanks,” You laughed.

He followed you into the kitchen. “I always knew you’d be a good mom.”

The comment sent a jolt of electricity through you.

“What?”

“Yeah, didn’t I ever tell you that?”

You stared at him. “No.”

“I’m sure I did.”

“I think I’d remember if you did. So, no.”

He flashed that smile, the one that used to make you weak in the knees. Still made you weak in the knees. “Then I was an idiot.”

You scoffed, eyeing him skeptically. “Whatever. My house is a mess, and I have literally no social life. Look at me, I’m covered in baby food, and I’m not even the one who fed the baby.”

“Yeah, well,” He shrugged, that stupid smile on his face. “You make anything look good.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re making fun of me.”

He gasped. “What? No, I’m just a very supportive friend who happens to know that you manage to make everything look sexy, even being covered in baby food.”

Friend.

“Heeseung.” You used to be the love of my life.

“What!” He grinned. “You’re the one who keeps blushing.”

“I am not blushing.”

He shook his head as he laughed, the sound light and pure. “I missed you. God, I missed you a lot.”

You tensed.

“That first year of tour was hell,” He reminisced, leaning back against your counter. “We hardly slept, or ate, or got any moments to ourselves. It was just go, go, go. All day, every day.” He glanced at you. “But being away from you was by far the worst part.”

“Whatever,” You said quietly. There was a lump in the back of your throat.

He hovered as you finished putting the dry dishes away in your cupboard. “It was hard without you there. You know, you’re the reason I debuted in the first place. Because you believed in me.”

Did you ever believe in me? You wanted to ask. Lingering resentment was seeping from the back of your mind, coloring those happy memories a shade darker. How was it so easy for you to leave me?

“It was hard looking out for everyone without you there,” He chuckled. “You always made that part easier. That’s how I know.”

“Know what?” You said, eyes on the plates in your hands.

“That you’d make a good mom. You were already halfway there with me.”

You froze. “Heeseung,” You said slowly, “Don’t.”

“What? I’m just saying—”

“No, you’re not. You’re flirting.”

He gave you a lopsided smile. “Is that illegal now?”

You stared at him. “We can’t do this.”

His smile faltered, just slightly. Enough that you knew he’d heard the part you didn’t say aloud: Not again. I can’t do this again.

“I’m not trying to mess anything up,” He said quietly.

“But you do, Heeseung. You walk in, and you smile, and she adores you, and then what? You go back to your life, and we’re left here pretending this never happened? I’ve been there, done that, okay? And I can’t— I won’t let it happen again.”

He opened his mouth, but no answer came.

“Look, I get it. You were gone for a long time. Being back home carries a lot of weight, I’m sure. But you can’t…” You looked at him, chest aching. “You can’t just come in here and make me feel like nothing’s changed when it has. I mean, look around. I have a kid now. I can’t— I’m not like you. Not anymore.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, a look of hurt flashing behind his eyes.

You ran your hand over your hair anxiously. It was late, you were exhausted, and you were letting your emotions get the better of you. You knew you should stop talking and just send him home, but you couldn’t.

“You have your whole life ahead of you,” You said. “You get to pack up and travel the world, do whatever you want, meet whoever you want. I don’t. That ended for me the second I had her.”

“Y/n,” He frowned, but you cut him off.

“I thought…” Tears pricked behind your eyes. “I thought that maybe things would just be a little different. That I’d still get to—” You caught your breath, the weight of everything you’d gone through rising suddenly, knocking the breath from your lungs. “And then it ended all over again. When her dad left.”

You saw the way his face hardened, a look you hadn’t seen in years. Hurt. Angry. Protective.

“I’m alone, Heeseung,” You whispered.

“That’s not true—”

“Yes, it is.”

“It’s not! You have me—”

“Then where were you!?”

His face fell. You didn’t want him to see you cry, but you were dangerously close. Being near him, seeing that god forsaken look in his eyes, like he was angry with himself, it killed you.

“I didn’t know,” He said quietly. “If I had—”

“You would have, what? Cancelled your tour? Come racing home to help your ex with some other guy’s baby? That’s not true and you know it.”

“I would have found a way to be there for you.”

“Really? You could have called. Once, even. You could have checked up on me, but you didn’t. You packed your things and you left. That’s all anyone ever does, is pack up and disappear.”

“Don’t, y/n. It’s not the same thing. I never would have left you with our kid like that,” He said seriously.

Our kid. The words seemed to burrow into your chest, curling up around the part of you that was still so angry, so hurt, so betrayed.

“No,” You said bitterly, wiping your eyes roughly with your sleeve. “You just left me. Not as big a deal, right?”

He flinched, those big, sad eyes of his wincing painfully.

You knew it wasn’t fair. You knew you were being cruel now, prodding a wound that was clearly still open in both of you, but you couldn’t help it. You wanted, just once, for someone to tell you that you were worth fighting for, that the way he and Hana’s dad had both abandoned you wasn’t your fault. That you weren’t defective. Disposable.

Heeseung held your gaze, brows creased. “I deserved that,” He finally said.

You looked away, jaw clenched.

He took a step toward you, slow, like he was scared you might push him away. “You’re right, I did. I left. I let you believe that I didn’t care about you. I thought… walking away would make things easier. That it would hurt less, instead of dragging it out, making you wait for me. You had a life of your own waiting. I couldn’t do that to you,” He reasoned. “And look at you! You brought a kid into the world, y/n. You never needed me, or anyone else. You’re strong.” “I’m not,” You argued.

“You are,” He said firmly.

You shook your head, arms tightening around yourself. “I’m not strong. I’m surviving. That’s not the same thing.”

Heeseung didn’t argue this time. He gave you an apologetic look, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “I didn’t mean to come here and upset you. I wanted… I really did want to help, y/n.”

“You have,” You said, not meeting his eyes. It was hard to speak without your voice shaking, and you didn’t want him to see you cry.

His voice softened, gaze dropping to the floor. “I know I can’t change the past. And you don’t trust me. But we’re back home until the next album’s finished.”

Your chest tightened. So, he was sticking around. Great, you thought to yourself. Just what you needed on top of everything else you had going on.

“If you need me, you can call me. You know that, right?”

You said nothing. Heeseung got his things and left, mumbling apologies as the door closed behind him. You had to catch your breath against the doorframe as the sound of his car faded down the street.

Here you were again. Watching the door swing closed behind him, wishing you were brave enough to ask him to stay.

That night, you went into Hana's room and curled up in the chair beside her crib. Looking at her—the soft fat of her cheeks, the way her tiny chest rose and fell so steadily without a care in the world—was the only thing that kept you from breaking down completely.

You watched her silently, the occasional rogue tear slipping down your cheek. Three years worth of emotions had bubbled up to the surface, crashing over you like a tidal wave of memories and regret. The house was empty again. You were alone.

For the first time, you confronted the hard truth you’d been trying to ignore: no one was coming to save you. You were on your own.

——

Heeseung must have looked upset, because the moment he got back to the dorm, the others were on him.

“Where were you?” Sunoo asked, looking up from his game.

Beside him, Jay, Sunghoon, and Jungwon were sprawled on the couch. Jake watched from the floor, stretched out on his stomach. Niki was curled up in the chair, half asleep.

“Nowhere,” Heeseung mumbled, kicking his shoes off.

“You look like shit,” Jay said bluntly.

“Thanks.”

“I thought you were just stopping at the store?” Jake turned to look at Heeseung over his shoulder. “Geez, you really do look terrible.”

Jungwon looked at him curiously. “Are you okay?”

Heeseung’s mind was still spinning. He could barely form a coherent thought, let alone answer their questions. He brushed them off, wanting nothing more than to disappear into his room in solitude.

But these were his group members, his best friends, and they always knew when something was wrong. They switched the game off and trailed after Heeseung as he made his way to his room, shoving his door open. It bounced against the wall loudly.

Heeseung winced, dropping onto his mattress. His body felt worn, his mind foggy, like he’d spent all day on stage instead of laughing with you in your kitchen. He still couldn’t believe he’d spent the day with you. In fact, he could hardly believe anything about what had happened.

There were no words to describe what Heeseung had felt, seeing you again for the first time. It was like every one of his senses dialed in on your figure crouched in the door, your hair falling over your shoulders. His throat had closed, his fingers curling into his palms by his side.

His heart had nearly leapt out of his chest completely.

And then, there was Hana.

He hoped he didn’t look as surprised as he’d felt, but he knew the chances were small. You’d always been able to read his emotions. You’d been the one to ask him out, after all—sick and tired of how painfully obvious his feelings for you were. No one else had ever came close to understanding him the way you did, not even the guys.

You probably saw right through his easy attitude, straight to the heart of his reaction: seeing you with Hana had scared him shitless.

He pressed a hand to his face. I’m never offering to go to the store for the others ever again, he thought hopelessly.

Jungwon appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame. The others poked their heads out from behind, waiting for him to say something first. Jungwon might have been younger, but he was their leader, through and through.

He always knew what each member needed in moments like these. For Heeseung, it was space. And time. Jungwon just stood there for a while, not saying anything.

Heeseung’s voice was rough when he finally spoke. “I saw y/n.”

More silence.

He hadn't talked about you in a long time, mostly because it brought his mood down every time someone so much as mentioned your name. Years later and he was still upset about the way you'd left things.

And now he knew that you were, too.

“I ran into her at the store,” He continued. “Her bag had ripped so her stuff was everywhere, and people were getting pissed.” Fucking assholes. “I couldn’t just— turn the other way, pretend I didn’t know her.”

No one argued with that, but Heeseung still felt the back of his neck go red.

"So I went up to her. I helped her grab her things. She..." He trailed off. "We went back to her's after."

Jake shoulders dropped, looking relieved. "So, what's with the long face? Haven't you been dreaming about this since, like, we left?"

“Yeah, I’m surprised you’re back here,” Jay smirked. “She didn’t want you to stay the night?”

"She has a kid."

That shut them up.

She has a kid. The words sounded foreign in Heeseung's ears. He still hadn't fully wrapped his head around it. The girl he’d been hung up on for years was a mom.

Jungwon’s eyebrows shot up. “Like.. has has?”

Heeseung nodded. “A little girl. Her name’s Hana.”

“So that means she’s…”

“Single,” Heeseung said incredulously, falling backwards onto his mattress. The entire situation was mind boggling. “Hana’s dad isn’t around. Not sure why. All I know is that it was sudden. He just packed up one day and… left.”

Just like I did, He thought bitterly. God, he’d made a number of mistakes throughout his life, but that had to be the worst of them all.

“Damn,” Jungwon said under his breath. “That’s a lot.”

Sunghoon shifted his weight anxiously. “How did she seem?”

Heeseung swallowed. “Tired. She looked so tired. And sad. I could see it in her eyes, even though she was trying not to show it.”

“She didn’t ask for anything?” Jake asked.

“No. She doesn’t want anything from me. She made that pretty clear.” Heeseung dragged a hand through his hair. “I don’t even know what to do. I thought I’d moved on, or at least that I was done holding onto her. But seeing her like that…” His voice cracked, and he looked away. “It’s like everything I’ve been trying to forget just—came back all at once.”

Jungwon finally stepped into the room, going to sit beside Heeseung. The others trailed in after him. It was crowded with all of them there, but Heeseung was suddenly overwhelmed with gratitude that they were with him. That he didn’t have to spend the night alone with his thoughts.

Like you were now. He thought of you alone in that house, working through the motions of your reunion by yourself. It made his chest ache.

“Shouldn’t have left her,” He mumbled, mostly to himself.

“Are you going to see her again?”

“I don’t know,” He mumbled. “We argued. I think she doesn’t want to believe I could ever be there for her. That I’m just going to leave again.” His throat tightened. “I can’t blame her for feeling that way.”

“Are you?”

“I— no, I don’t want to. But she’s afraid to trust me. And I’m scared, too! What if she’s right? She’s always right. I don’t wanna cause her more trouble…”

Now that he was talking, he couldn’t stop. The others listened intently, nodding along, humming sounds of understanding.

“I’m scared that the more I try to get closer to her, the further I’m going to push her away. She has enough shit going on in her life right now. I don’t want to add to that. But I can’t just let her be. Not when I know she’s too proud to ask anyone else for help.”

“No, not y/n.” Sunoo hid a laugh behind his hand. “That girl would rather die than rely on anyone else. She’s always preferred to figure it out on her own.”

“I know. I don’t want to fuck up her life anymore than I already have.”

“Hey, at least you’re not the asshole who knocked her up,” Jay said lightly.

Heeseung bit his lip, suddenly worried he was going insane.

Worried because the smallest part of him almost wished that he was. He would have never left you alone. And… Well, he’d always liked the idea of you with his kids. He meant what he said earlier—if anyone was going to make a good parent, it was you.

A baby would have killed his career for sure, but… he almost preferred that to the idea of you struggling through parenthood alone.

“So what are you going to do?” Jungwon asked.

“I don’t know,” Heeseung sighed, sitting up. “What if I try to be there for her, and I make things worse? What if she’s right not to trust me? I don’t want to—” He ran his hands through his hair anxiously. “I can’t hurt her again. I’d rather never see her again than have that happen.”

Jungwon pursed his lips, thinking. “It is true that you’ll have to leave again when the next album is finished.”

The others nodded, murmuring in agreement.

“Tour life isn’t exactly fit for a kid.”

“There’s always the chance that people find out about you two.”

“You’d have to be apart for a long time.”

Jungwon nodded. “But… do you love her?”

Heeseung’s face went red. “What?”

“Quit acting embarrassed. We had to listen to you go on about her for a year straight after we left. I think you can tell us if you’re still in love with her.”

He pursed his lips and frowned, mulling the question over. Was he still in love with you?

Who was he kidding, of course he was. How else could he explain the way the world seemed to blur when he caught sight of you in the store? How his body was moving to help you before he even had time to think about it?

Heeseung was in love with you. As in love with you as he was the day he left. Why else had he spent all day at your house doing chores, enjoying every minute? The way you moved around each other, the sound of Hana’s voice responding to yours, the way he could see pieces of you in her. God, he’d only known that girl for a day but he was already feeling protective of her.

Of both of you.

He sighed. “Yes… I do. I am.” He pressed his thumb into his palm, where he’d brushed the back of your hand. “I really missed her,” He mumbled. “But I’m scared to mess everything up. Again.”

“You’re not gonna do that,” Sunghoon said, leaning against the wall.

“Yeah, come on. I’ve never seen you make the same mistake twice.”

“Thanks,” He muttered, still unable to shake his fears.

“If you really love her, you’ll find a way to make it work,” Jungwon assured him.

Hearing that brought a small amount of relief to Heeseung’s anxiety, but he still wasn’t convinced. “What if she doesn’t want to see me?” He asked quietly.

Sunoo rolled his eyes. “Honestly, you’re so dramatic. If she doesn’t want to see you, she’ll tell you. Did she?”

“No… not explicitly…”

“Then you still have a chance. Don’t screw it up.”

Heeseung chuckled lightly, feeling slightly better. “I’ll try not to.”

“Screw your feelings, we miss having her around,” Sunghoon joked.

“Yeah, I wanna meet this kid,” Jake said eagerly. “If she’s anything like y/n, she’ll fit in just fine with us.”

Niki hummed in agreement. “Yeah, we never agreed to your break up.”

“Mm. Very inconsiderate of you,” Jay said.

Heeseung laughed, for real this time. He felt his chest untighten for the first time in hours, his shoulders dropping, his jaw unclenching. God, he was grateful for his friends. They were right.

Heeseung had been losing his mind over what he should do when there was really only one option in front of him: to prove to you how serious he was about you. Whether or not you were able to fix things between you two, that didn’t matter to him.

All he cared about was showing you that you could trust him. That you weren’t alone in this, no matter how long you’d spent believing otherwise.

Seeing you today confirmed what he’d known the second he’d left all those years ago: you were the only one for him. And meeting Hana—feeling the warmth of her against his chest, smelling your perfume on her skin, noticing the way her lips curved up in the same shape that yours did—it was the final nail in the coffin.

His life would never be complete without you in it, one-year-old and all.

——

Heeseung’s reappearance in your life didn’t happen immediately.

In fact, it was a few weeks before you heard from him again. Lost in the throes of trying to find a babysitter so that you could pick up an extra shift at work, his text was left buried in calls from your landlord and notices about upcoming bills.

Heeseung Are u busy this weekend? I have some overexcited friends who are anxious to meet that baby of yours.

It sat unanswered for a day.

You didn’t know it, but every single one of the 24 hours that passed before you got back to Heeseung was like knives in his skin. The day dragged by, long and torturous, as he sank deeper and deeper into the belief that maybe he’d been wrong, and you didn’t want to hear from him after all.

He was relieved when his phone buzzed on his desk, your name popping up on his screen for the first time in three years.

Y/N Oh god.

Y/N Are u really gonna bring them over here??

Heeseung Not if you’re not okay with it.

Y/N It’s not that I’m not okay with it. it’s just… weird

Y/N Never thought I’d be introducing your group members to my kid.

Heeseung Definitely weird.

Heeseung Always figured they’d meet ours first but this works too.

Y/N Heeseung.

Heeseung What? Just saying.

Y/N 🙄

Heeseung I’ll be good. I promise. Saturday?

He chewed the edge of his nail as he watched his screen, heart racing at the base of his throat. Your text came in and he couldn’t help the smile that took over his face.

Y/N Yeah right.

Y/N See you then.

You had precious little time to clean up before they got there. When you heard Heeseung’s knock at the door, you were part-way through clearing Hana’s things out of the living room.

Sweaty, hair a mess, sticky toddler on your hip, you pulled the door open to a group of faces you hadn’t seen in years.

The guys stood there for a second, taking you in. Sunoo was the first to break the silence, his face widening into a grin. “Wow,” he said, “Motherhood really does suit you.”

You rolled your eyes, your face warming as you shifted Hana on your hip. “Shut up, Sunoo.”

Hana peeked out at them, fists clutching your shirt nervously.

Jake’s eyes went wide as he crouched down, level with her. “Hi,” He said, his voice going soft. “You’re so cute, oh my god. Mind if we come in?”

Hana smiled shyly, burying her face in your shoulder.

“Sorry about the mess,” You said, stepping aside to let them in. “Can never seem to keep anything clean these days.”

“You should’ve called us,” Sunoo pouted. “We could’ve helped.”

“No way. You guys are busy enough as it is.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Jay said. “You should see how these guys live”

“Oh, shut up, Jay. Your room is disgusting. I don’t know how you live in that filth.”

“My room is disgusting!? Should we talk about how you keep the living room—”

“Get out of the way!” Jungwon complained, pushing past them.

Heeseung was the last to come in, messy-haired and bare-faced. He looked nervous, but his shoulders droppe when he caught sight of you.

He paused in the doorway. “You sure you’re okay with this?” He asked quietly.

“Yeah,” You said. “It’s fine. Just… don’t expect her to start doing tricks or anything.”

“Are you sure?” Sunghoon asked, peeking at Hana. “I heard kids can dance these days.”

“Please,” You scoffed. “She can barely get a spoon from her plate to her mouth.”

They laughed as they filed in, avoiding the toys that were scattered around the floor. For a moment, no one wanted to sit down. They crowded around you, pulling funny faces to make Hana laugh, reaching out to pinch her face.

Heeseung hovered beside you, eyes flicking to yours. It felt good to have him close. You’d never had this many people in your house before, not since having Hana. His presence was steadying. Reassuring.

You found yourself wanting to stick close to him as well.

They followed you into the living room, pointing at the photos and finger-painting scribbles hung up on the walls. You noticed Heeseung from the corner of your eye, bending down to grab things from the floor as he went, tossing them into Hana’s toy chest the same way he had when he first came over.

It was instinctual, that desire to help you, to take some of the load off your shoulders. Always had been.

“How are you, y/n?” Jungwon asked, “Besides the cute baby and messy living room.”

“Um,” You sighed, “I’m… managing. Getting used to doing all this on my own. It’s hard but rewarding, too.” You smiled at Hana, pressing your lips to her head and breathing in the soft, sweet baby smell of her hair. “She makes it worth it.”

Your voice was easy, your face relaxed, but Heeseung could see the fatigue in your body. Your shoulders drooped, Hana’s weight sagging in your arms.

Getting used to doing all this on my own. You’d never know how sad it made him to hear you say that.

“I can’t imagine how tired you are,” Jake said, watching as Hana curled a hand around his finger.

You laughed lightly. “I definitely don’t sleep the way I used to. Or, at all, really,” You admitted. “You don’t even want to know how long it’s been since I’ve showered.”

“I can see that,” Sunoo teased, gesturing at the myriad of stains across your shirt. “I like the baby food. It’s a good look on you.”

“Glad to know it’s working on you, jerk,” You said playfully. God, you missed having these guys around.

“Do you want me to take her?” Heeseung asked. The question caught you by surprise. He seemed so easy about it, like it was something he did every day. “You can take a quick shower… if you want.”

“What? No way. You guys are friends, not my babysitters.”

“Not yet,” Niki said, leaning down to coo at Hana’s face.

“Seriously, we don’t mind,” Heeseung insisted.

You bit your lip sheepishly. “Are you sure?”

“Definitely. We’re professionals.” Sunghoon said seriously.

“I mean, we are terrible at music,” Jake added, “But picture books and stuffed animals? I think we got it.”

“Go,” Heeseung insisted softly. “We’re here. Let us help.”

You hesitated. It was such a small thing—showering, putting on a fresh t-shirt—but it felt huge. Like accepting their help would mean finally admitting just how worn out you were.

There was also your protectiveness over Hana, too. You’d never left her with anyone but your parents before. It was why finding a babysitter had become such an ordeal—trusting anyone with your child took an incredible leap of faith.

But then you saw the look in Heeseung’s eyes. The hopeful, almost desperate need to do something for you. He held your gaze, steady, solid.

As if in answer, Hana reached out for him, squirming away from your grasp. She’d always been good with faces, and he was wearing the same jacket he’d worn the first time he came over. She stretched towards the familiarity of his arms and you surrendered, allowing her to climb into them.

“She likes you,” Jungwon said, a big grin on his face.

“Yeah,” Heeseung said, unable to hide the pride in his voice. “I like her, too.”

Seeing her in his arms again brought back the same feeling from before. The one that made you want to see Heeseung with your daughter all the time.

They just looked so… at home together. Like Hana had known him since the start. You hated to admit it, but you were starting to wish that she had.

“All her toys are in there, and there’s snacks in the fridge if she gets fussy. If she gets really upset I’ve got a pacifier in her room—”

Heeseung nodded, the corner of his mouth quirking up at your rambling. “She’ll be great.”

You sighed. “Okay, but if she starts crying—”

“We��ve got it,” Jay reassured you.

Sunoo shot you a wink. “Go on, mama. We’ll look after her.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding and slipped down the hall, feeling, for the first time in a long while, that you had people in your corner. It was a good feeling.

——

“She sorta looks like you, Heeseung.”

“Oh, stop teasing him. He’s not gonna let us come back with him next time.”

“You’re so full of it. They don’t look anything alike.”

“She’s got a real Shin Min-a look to her. Old school.”

“She looks like her mom,” Heeseung said, only half-listening to what his idiot friends were debating about.

His attention was mainly on the tiny human balanced on his thighs, her hands tangling in his hair. She was a stout little thing, skin slipping under the slippery fabric of her shirt as he kept a firm grip on her.

A Laker’s jersey. Your guys’ favorite team.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady the emotions rising in him. Just being there—with Hana, with you—it was enough to make him crazy. He tried not to feel dizzy as Hana’s hands moved to his face.

“She missed you,” Jungwon said quietly, fidgeting with a plastic airplane in his lap.

For a second, Heeseung thought he was talking about Hana, but no. He was talking about you.

Heeseung glanced at him. “You think so?”

“You should’ve seen the way she was looking at you when she opened the door.”

Jay snickered at him, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Yeah, she was totally checking you out, man.”

Heeseung rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”

“It’s true,” Niki chimed in, tossing a stuffed rabbit at Sunghoon. “Don’t act like you didn’t notice.”

Heeseung just shook his head. “She’s just… It’s been a long time.”

Jay shook his head. “Nah, man. You’re still important to her.”

“It’s obvious,” Sunoo agreed. “If Jay noticed it, it’s real.”

“What’s that supposed to mean!?”

“Well, you’re not the most observant of people, are you?” He said, side-eyeing him.

“That’s rich coming from you.”

Heeseung chuckled, shaking his head. He hoped they were right.

——

The guys started coming around more often after that. They always insisted that they were restless at the dorm and liked having somewhere else to hang out, but you knew it was more than that.

It became something of a tradition to have a big meal at yours at the end of the week, and as time passed, it became easier to rely on them. It felt good to have a kitchen full of noise, a table that wasn’t empty, a house that shook with laughter and music.

They’d bring bags of groceries over and cook these huge, chaotic dinners to share in your dining room. The kitchen was left a mess but they always cleaned up.

Weeks went by and Heeseung stayed behind more and more often, tidying up the rest of the house with you, even helping to put Hana to bed.

Despite your reservations, you liked having him there. You liked the way he’d come through your door unannounced, toting drinks for you and a snack for Hana in his bag. You liked the way he’d get up from the couch when he heard her fussing, and how the others teased him about it in front of you.

“Is that your baby now or what?” Jungwon would laugh, eyes flicking between you and Heeseung with that knowing look.

You’d turn red and Heeseung would just shake his head, smiling.

Even in your hardest moments, he was still showing up for you. Providing you with the comfort and stability that you were trying so hard to give your daughter. You tried to remind yourself not to get too used to his support, but there was no denying it—it was easier to take care of Hana when there was someone taking care of you, too.

“I don’t know what to do,” You sighed, reaching down to pick her back up from her crib. Your phone was tucked between your cheek and your shoulder, Heeseung on the other end of the line. “I’ve tried everything. She just won’t settle.”

His voice came through rough and scratchy with sleep. It was late, and he probably should’ve been asleep hours ago, but you’d started calling each other. A lot. If he wasn’t there in person, he was on your speaker phone, talking to you and keeping Hana entertained.

“Do you wanna try feeding her again?” He asked, yawning.

“I’ve tried. She doesn’t want it. She doesn’t want anything.” You sighed as Hana let out another ear-piercing wail. Her face was red and blotchy from crying. It looked like another all-nighter for you.

“Can you take her to your bed? I think she just doesn’t like being away from you.”

That was certainly true. Hana was getting clingier and clingier these days, spoiled by all her uncles constantly wanting to hold her.

“I can’t, I’m scared that I’ll fall asleep,” You said.

Countless horror stories about parents falling asleep with their babies in their bed had left you anxious to bring her to yours. It was moments like this that you wished her dad was there—that you had someone to take turns staying up with.

“I’ll let you go,” You sighed. “I’m gonna try walking her around the house or something, maybe another bath. Sleep well, okay?”

He hummed as you ended the call, the vibration tickling your ear through the phone. Almost like he was there with you. At least one of you would be able to get some sleep, you thought enviously as you pulled Hana to your chest.

Only, ten minutes later there was a knock at your door.

“Heeseung?” You stared at the man in your doorway. Hana scratched at your face as she wailed up at you. “Are you crazy? What are you doing here?”

He shrugged, smiling as he stepped over the threshold. “Wanted to make sure she was okay,” He said, as if that was a reasonable explanation for showing up at your house at 2 a.m.

“She’s fine,” You said, half-stunned as you shut the door behind him.

Hana let out a disgruntled whine at not having your attention. You raised a brow at her, shaking your head. “You’re such a little drama queen. Look, you’re not even upset anymore.”

It was true. Hana’s cries had slowed to a sniffle as she gazed at Heeseung with wide, glossy eyes. He held a hand out for her to grab onto.

“Had to make sure mom was okay, too,” He said quietly, thumb brushing over her knuckles.

You looked up at him, your chest tightening. His hair was a mess, poking out from under the hood of his sweatshirt. A rush of emotion washed over you at the sight of him, at the dark circles under his eyes, the tired smile on his mouth. The way he was trying—really trying—to be there for you both.

“You didn’t have to,” You mumbled, averting your eyes.

God, even in his most sleep-deprived state he was gorgeous. Eyes burning into yours in the low light. His body hummed with that quiet power that had drawn you to him in the first place—that confidence, that steadfastness. How he seemed perfectly at ease no matter where he was or what he was feeling inside.

Standing next to him, you felt slightly less exhausted. Like simply being around him was enough to energize you.

“I know,” He said softly, “But I wanted to.”

He stepped forward, hands slipping under Hana’s arms with a tenderness that made your heart sting. She let out a giggle as he lifted her up, hands smacking against his chest as he settled her against him.

“She’s always happier with you,” You said quietly. It wasn’t a complaint. Hana really was calmer around Heeseung, and that brought you a sense of peace that you weren’t quite sure how to explain.

He looked at you, his expression softening. “She’s happier when you’re okay,” He murmured. “Come on, let’s try this again.”

Despite his best efforts, Hana was still unhappy in her crib. She clung to his arm as he tried to place her down, voice going up several octaves. You winced at the volume, grateful that you didn’t share walls with your neighbors. They’d have lost their patience hours ago.

Heeseung didn’t seem to mind. He didn’t even flinch as she shrieked, clawing at his hands in frustration. He just scooped her back up, resting her against his shoulder and muttering reassurances over her cries.

You tried for an entire hour—walking her around the house, reading her favorite books and making sure to do all the funny voices, swaddling and unswaddling her, over and over and over. The best luck you had was in your room, like Heeseung had suggested, which both heartened and annoyed you at the same time.

How were you supposed to deny a man with such good instincts?

“You are so dramatic.” You shook your head as Hana hiccupped from your pillow, smiling like she’d never been crying in the first place.

“I wonder where she gets it,” Heeseung said lightly, sitting down on the other side of her.

You tried to stifle a yawn as Hana stretched out, both of your eyes drooping.

Heeseung couldn’t help but smile at the both of you. He’d never met your ex—hadn’t even seen a picture—but he didn’t need to know that Hana hardly took after him.

Her smile, her mannerisms, that was all you. She was yours, through and through.

“Come here,” He said, pulling Hana closer to him to make space for you to lay next to her.

“I’ll fall asleep,” You protested.

“I know. That’s why I’m here.”

Anyone else, and you would have said no. Anyone but him, and you’d have insisted they leave, resigning yourself to another brutal night of no sleep.

But it was Heeseung. He propped himself up on one elbow, his arm curved over Hana’s head.

You sighed in resignation as you settled in on the other side of her, your hand resting over her stomach gently. His hand came down to brush the hair away from your face. His fingers were soft against your temple, the same gentle touch that you used to love so much.

Anyone else and you would have turned them away, but it was Heeseung, and he watched the two of you sleeping like you were the most precious things to him in the world.

——

When you woke the next morning, the sun was peeking through your window, filtering through your blinds and washing your room in soft, white light.

In front of you, Hana was still sound asleep, her fists clenched by her head. On the other side of her, Heeseung was there. Still on his side, shoulders curved inwards protectively. His arm was still stretched out above you both, his hand resting gently against your hair. He’d fallen asleep that way, holding you both like you were his to care for. His to protect.

And waking up that morning, you realized that maybe you were. Maybe you wanted to be. You slipped out from under his hand, trying not to disturb either of them as you rolled the ache out of your shoulders.

You padded into your kitchen, warm light spilling across the floor. Leaning against the counter, you finally admitted to yourself that you had a problem.

Heeseung was doing it. He was making you believe.

You let out a breath.

The nightly calls, the small gestures, the way Heeseung was there for you, it was working. Are you really falling for this? You thought stubbornly, trying to reason your way out of the way you felt about him. How much of it was real, anyways? And how much had you made up in your desire to have him close? Your mind screamed at you not to trust any of it.

He was an idea. You didn’t need him.

But you wanted him so bad.

Your heart warred against this truth, desperate for something—anything—to convince yourself otherwise. But it wasn’t easy to do. The life he’d painted around you in just under a month was like something out of a dream. One you’d had before the baby, before the breakup, when you still felt like dreams like this had merit.

It was everything you’d ever wanted, and that made you suspicious. What reason did the universe have for giving this to you? When it had been so intent on taking things away?

Your thoughts were interrupted as Hana came crawling into the kitchen, slapping her hands on the cool floor. Heeseung trailed in after, looking exceptionally tired with his hair sticking up in awkward places. He yawned, scooping Hana up with practiced ease and perching her against his chest.

“Hey,” He said, bringing her over to you. “Did you sleep well?”

You took her grabbing hand in yours, kissing a good-morning into her hair. “Thanks to you. You’re so good with her,” You said, trying to keep your voice even. Your stomach was fluttering nervously. “I don’t know how you do it.”

He shrugged, giving her a little bounce that sent her squealing with laughter. “It’s easy. She’s a charmer. Just like her mom.”

Your heart stuttered, and you looked away, fighting the stubborn burn in your chest. Heeseung saw it, though. He always saw it.

“I’m glad I came, y/n. Seriously. I slept great.”

“You slept terribly.”

“Alright, fine, I slept pretty badly, but it was worth it,” He insisted. “And I’d do it again. And again, and again, and again,” He laughed, nuzzling his face into her chest. “Can the guys come over today? Unless you want the day to yourself… I know we’ve been over a lot. I can go home if you want.”

Words could not describe how badly you wanted him to stay. “Yeah, of course. I like having you guys around.”

I like having you around, is what you should have said, but you didn’t have to say it for Heeseung to know what you meant. The smile on his face told you that he understood completely.

It was already the beginning of the end for you when the other members came over and started teasing you both mercilessly. Weeks of hanging out at yours had made them bold—and it was clear that they wanted you to address what was going on between the two of you.

“Should we start packing your room up?” Sunoo asked, side-eyeing you both as he came in.

“You might as well just move in, bro,” Jay said, clapping his hand on Heeseung’s back.

You scoffed. “Yeah right, not until he starts paying rent.”

Jay smirked. “He’d do it.”

“Shut up,” Heeseung mumbled, rolling his eyes.

Their banter might have embarrassed you once, but it felt natural now. The way they spilled into your living room, fighting over who got to hold Hana and which toys she wanted to play with more more—it was hard not to feel like this was how it had always been.

You clung to whatever thin resolve you had left as you watched them all with your daughter. No matter how much you tried not to, your gaze always landed back on Heeseung. The way he lifted Hana into the air, blowing raspberries into her stomach until she was screeching with laughter. The way he handed her off to someone else and insisted on helping you get her lunch ready.

Things between you and Heeseung became… different.

It didn’t fluster you as much when the others teased you for being attached at the hip anymore. And you didn’t mind when he’d sit with his arm slung over the back of the couch, fingers brushing the back of your neck.

For every inch you gave, he seemed to take a mile. Eventually, it became commonplace for him to collapse on the couch right next to you, thigh brushing yours, arm stretched behind your shoulders.

The others stopped asking if Heeseung was leaving with them. They knew he’d choose to stay with you.

“Are you just gonna stand there staring at me all night?” You asked, your back turned as you put your dinner leftovers into the fridge. You could feel his eyes on the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“Maybe,” He said, “I like watching you.”

“You’re insufferable.”

He smirked, eyes glinting. “You didn’t seem to mind earlier. When I put my arm around you on the couch, you didn’t move.”

Caught.

“That was different,” You managed, keeping your voice even. He didn’t need to know how much of a rise that simple touch had gotten out of you.

“Was it?” His voice was low as he came to lean against the counter beside you, arms crossed. “Felt pretty natural to me.”

Weeks passed and lines got blurrier. He touched you. A lot. Practically couldn’t keep his hands off of you—brushing a strand of hair from your face, a hand on your lower back, a stroke of his thumb against your temple.

By the time you realized it was happening, that you were really, truly falling for him again, it was too late.

Waking up with your head on his chest, Hana curled between you—it was too late.

His arms resting on either side of you against the counter, his chest to your back as Hana sat on top of it—it was too late.

His hand running back through your hair in front of everyone as he tried to find the scar you’d gotten from hitting your head on his dorm door all those years ago—it was too late.

As much as you tried to manage your affinity for him—remind yourself that he had always been friendly, that this was just a passing thing for him while he was bored at home—it was during your weekly dinner as a group that your feelings became impossible to deny any longer.

You were in the kitchen, putting the dishes away when you heard a sharp crash from the other room—the sound of glass breaking.

Your heart skipped as you dropped the bowl you were holding and ran towards the living room. Someone had knocked a cup from the table, the shards spraying across the floor.

Heeseung was on his feet in a second, scooping Hana up away from the broken pieces, stepping away as the others got up.

You paused in the doorway, your breath catching as you watched him. The others stepped around him to clean up, bickering lightly about who was to blame, but Heeseung’s focus never wavered. He murmured something in Hana’s ear, pointing at the broken cup, bouncing her gently as they swept up the shards.

He looked up and caught your eye, and it was suddenly so clear.

You’d been an idiot.

Looking at Heeseung now, it was impossible for you to deny any longer. Heeseung loved you. How had you managed to convince yourself otherwise?

Old grudges rose in the back of your mind—he left you. he left like it was nothing, like everyone else does, and he’s going to do it again—but for the first time, you pushed them away with ease.

They were words.

And what use were words when there you had actions to prove them otherwise?

Something about that moment, the way Heeseung had gone for Hana first, letting the others handle the mess while he made sure she was alright, made your doubts melt away. His first instinct wasn’t to scold whoever had knocked the glass over, or even to help clean it up.

It was to keep your daughter safe.

You spent the rest of the day with a lump in the back of your throat, the awkward ache of all the things you wanted to say to him. He seemed to notice your change in attitude, that something was bothering you, and he stuck even closer than he usually did, stopping to ask you if you were okay multiple times.

“Will you stay behind?” You asked, glancing up at him. “After everyone goes.”

He looked surprised, but nodded. “Of course.”

The others eventually left again, wanting to go out for dinner. Heeseung promised he’d catch up with them but they just rolled their eyes, not believing him for a second.

With the house empty again, it was impossible for you to dance around it anymore.

Hana was down for her nap—eased to sleep by Sunghoon and Jake’s rendition of her favorite bedtime story. Heeseung was leaned against the counter, as if half-expecting you to say something. And your words sat heavy in your throat, aching to come out.

“You don’t know how much it means to me,” You murmured finally, looking up to meet his gaze, “Having you and the others here. I don’t know how I’ll ever make it up to you.”

“You don’t have to make it up to us, y/n. We’re happy to help.”

“No,” You said, shifting uneasily. “I dont know how I’ll make it up… to you.”

His eyes widened slightly, but you went on before he could answer, afraid that if you didn’t talk now, you’d never be able to again.

“I know…” You started, cringing internally at how difficult this was for you. Your feelings were so strong, why was it so hard to explain them? “I know I was harsh on you when you came over the first time. You were being kind, and I got defensive. I’m not proud of how I behaved at all,” You admitted.

“Y/n…”

You stopped him. “Just—let me finish.”

He closed his mouth, but you saw the anxious twitch of his brow.

“You didn’t have to come back. You didn’t owe us anything, not after the way we left things and definitely not after the way I spoke to you. But you did anyways.” You crossed your arms, feeling self-concious. “I didn’t think that I would ever have this again,” You said, gesturing at the things left over from their visit. “I really thought I was going to do this by myself. And that was fine, I’d made my peace with it, but now…”

You paused, your eyes flicking to the picture Hana had drawn with the others��a mess of scribbles that resembled a house, and a group of people standing in front of it. “Now it’s different. And that’s hard for me.”

Heeseung swallowed, as if gathering every ounce of his strength to keep his voice steady. “It’s okay if… if you don’t want me here, y/n.” He held your gaze bravely, but you could tell the idea hurt him. “If this is too much, if you’d rather… I can go—”

“I don’t want you to go.”

He blinked, startled.

“I know I’ve been guarded, and I’ve been pushing you away. But… but seeing you with her, and with me—it’s made me realize how much I’ve missed this. How much I’ve missed you.”

Heeseung’s brow furrowed as if he didn’t quite believe you. You almost smiled. He was so reserved, hands clenched at his sides, braced for what you were going to say.

“I know I talk a big talk but… I don’t want to do this alone, not if you’re willing to be here. Not if you’re willing to… to be with us. I don’t want you to go.”

“You don’t want me to go.” He said it slowly, like he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing.

You bit your lip, laughing a little bit at the look on his face. “No, I don’t.”

Then, his face broke into a grin. His shoulders dropped and he was stepping towards you, pulling you into his chest like he’d been waiting to do it for years.

And he had. He really had.

His touch was overwhelming. His arms wrapped around you, the heat of his throat warm against your cheek. You buried your face into his neck, breathing in the smell of his cologne and the lingering smell of kid that was all over him. All over both of you.

You pulled away, giddy with nerves and relief. “Happy?”

“Happy,” He breathed. “So… what now?”

“I don’t know… what do you think?”

He quirked his head, lips twisting into a smile. “I think… I’ve been waiting a long time to kiss you again.”

Your heart skipped. “Then what’s stopping you?”

He smiled lazily, like he was half-dreaming, and brushed his nose against yours before pushing his lips onto yours. You melted against him, so happy you could hardly think straight.

Heeseung pushed you back against the counter, his hands on your waist as yours threaded through his hair.

“I was an asshole,” He mumbled against your mouth. “I’m sorry”

You shook your head, breathless beneath his lips. “It doesn’t matter. Not anymore.”

Besides, you thought, that was years ago. And the Heeseung in front of you now was not the same one that had left you behind.

Not by a longshot.

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #lee heeseung #lee heesung x reader #baby fic #angst #enhypen x reader #boyfriend heeseung #ex boyfriend heeseung

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flixpii · 3 days ago

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| fem!reader x remmick

word count : 777

A/N : No title because this is just straight smut 😭

MDNI (18+) Warnings ! : Unprotected Sex (p in v), drool, brief mentions of oral (f receiving)

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“Fuck—“ his voice catches in his throat as his cock stutters inside of you. His forehead presses between your breasts, and he breathes you in like you are a divine source—empowering him from the inside out.

Your hands grip his shoulders, and he practically begs for you to bury your nails into his skin—branding—no, punishing him for being so pathetic.

A moan chokes up in his throat, and his cock drags out slowly, just before slamming back in. The old wood of the bed creaks with every jostle of your bodies.

“Baby… baby, say I’m doing good. Please…” his head raises slightly so that his eyes meet yours. Tears well up in the corner of those crimson eyes, and your breath hitches as you feel the familiar feeling of drool dripping onto your breasts.

“You’re,” a gasp shoots through your mouth. “You’re doing good.”

He moans. It’s a loud, filthy thing. Mouth opened, ghosting over your nipple as eyes flutter close. His hips tense up as his thrusts speed up.

Remmick’s eyes fall to your cleavage where he spots the pool of drool.

“Aah… I’m sorry.”

Before you can assure him that it’s fine, his tongue darts out and drags a fine lick up the middle of your breasts, causing your body to tense up in surprise.

His tongue is soft. It was rough earlier. Sucking at your clit as his hands held your thighs open. His claws dug into the soft flesh, and he apologized so softly, that you almost forgot he was eating you like he wanted to devour your very essence.

His hips stuttered once more and his mouth shot up to capture yours. You tasted the drool and the hint of yourself from his earlier endeavors.

“Remmick—!”

“Oh! I know. I know! But, I can’t stop!”

His hands grip your thighs as he pounds mercilessly, his fangs glinting as his mouth opens in curses.

The fast drawls of his cock inside of you forces your legs further apart, giving him more access as he shifts his body in a way that drives him deeper.

Your jaw clenches, and your nails finally dig deep enough to break through his skin.

His head tilts back with a groan at the action, and you swear he sees stars from the absolute dazed sheen over his eyes.

“Oh, baby!”

Remmick’s hands grip the flushed flesh of your thighs tighter, and his hold adjusts slowly, but surely, and you barely have time to process what’s happening until your thighs nearly touch your chest.

A muscle in your back pinches and your mouth splits open with a half-moan—half-groan at the new position.

He pushes your thighs down over you and lifts up so that he locks you in a mating press.

“I-I know I can’t give you my baby, b-but, I can try! I can try!”

His thrusts grow erratic as he hits that spot over and over again, drawing stars out of thin air in front of your eyes.

Your cervix stings at the constant abuse that Remmick’s cock subjects it to.

“F-Fuck!” His voice comes out differently now. Deeper. Singed with something starved—waiting for a chance to strike its prey.

Your head lolls to the side as your breath is stolen from you, again and again. But as soon as your eyes leave Remmick, a growl sounds from his chest.

“No. No. Look at me.” His claws dig into your flesh as his hold tightens. “Look at me as I fill you up.”

The bed creaks out of control as you feel yourself nearing release.

That familiar tightening of your gut, and the clenching of your walls catches his cock in a vice hold.

Drool spills from the side of his mouth as his eyes find yours once more.

“Call out my name! Please, baby.” He pleads as his cock stutters and twitches inside of you.

“Remmick.”

That’s all it takes until he’s a mess.

His mouth hangs open as he moans out your name with the praise of a devoted patron.

Warmth shoots into you, and your walls clench around him, milking him completely.

His hands release your legs, and they fall down as if they are lead.

“Thank you…God’s, thank you..” he breathes you in, and his body lays against yours. Not suffocating, but near.

His cock continues to twitch inside of you as your chest heaves through the aftermath.

“…did I do good?” His words barely reach your ears, but the tone, so needy, so desperate for approval, makes your head shift down to meet his eyes.

You nod, just barely, but enough for Remmick to begin to harden inside of you.

#sinners #remmick #jack o'connell #remmick x reader #smut #sinners 2025 #uhhh ?

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dior-luxury · 2 days ago

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𓂃 . 𐑞 They Overhear Your Family Telling You To Break Up With Them ⟢

ꔫ﹒genre﹒⟢ - boyfriend scenarios/romance/drama. f!reader

⏆﹒⿻ ch . bangchan . leeknow . changbin . hyunjin . han . felix . seungmin . i.n

﹙◞◟﹚﹒warnings ﹒ Emotional distress . Parental conflict . Themes of public life .

Sypnosis: When they visit their partner’s family to prepare for an engagement announcement, they overhear her parents quietly urging a breakup—worried that a life in the spotlight will only bring pain. Heartbroken but understanding, they step back to reflect, choosing patience over pride.

Bang Chan (방찬)

The soft hum of Sydney’s early evening rain created a rhythm on the windows of your childhood home. The living room was dimly lit, just the golden light of a lamp flickering on the side table. You and Bang Chan were curled up on the couch after dinner, sharing a blanket and a quiet moment, your legs tangled, your fingers loosely interlocked. The weekend had been meant for celebration — your engagement announcement was coming soon, and this trip home was supposed to be your way of gently preparing your family.

But something was off.

Your parents had asked Chan to help dry the dishes earlier, and while he was away, you'd noticed their whispered tones shift. Now, as you excused yourself to grab something from the upstairs bedroom, Chan made his way toward the hallway — and that’s when it happened.

He paused at the base of the stairs, hearing your parents' hushed voices trickling through the cracked kitchen door.

"They're serious. It's not just a phase anymore.""Exactly. I like him — we both do. But… this is the real world. Their life with him means living in the spotlight, constant travel, fan scrutiny, maybe even danger. That’s not the life we wanted for our child.""They’re in love, sure. But love isn’t always enough. Sometimes, protecting someone means stepping back before they get hurt."

The words weren’t harsh — but they were heavy, soaked in fear and quiet desperation. Chan’s breath caught.

He stood frozen, half in the light, half in the shadows, like something torn between two worlds. The pang in his chest wasn’t just pain — it was the crack of doubt threading through a heart that had tried so hard to earn a place in your world.

He didn’t barge in. He didn’t defend himself. That wasn’t his way.

Instead, he walked softly out the back sliding door, letting the rain mist his hair. He sat on the edge of the wooden porch, elbows on his knees, head down.

You found him there fifteen minutes later. His silhouette was calm, but still — like someone sculpted from stone. The rain clung to his lashes. He didn’t turn when you approached, but when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind, he leaned into you.

"Did something happen?" you asked quietly, already knowing. He didn’t speak for a long moment. Just inhaled deeply.

"I heard them," he finally said. His voice was low — steady, but only just. "They’re scared. Of what being with me might do to you. I get it. I would be too." Your hands gripped the front of his hoodie. "Chris—"

"I mean it." He turned slightly, enough for you to see the weight in his eyes. "I drag you into a world that’s brutal. It's constant noise, cameras, rumors, schedules... It’s hard to protect someone in that storm. And you deserve to be safe. To be free."

"But I chose you," you said firmly. "And I knew what your world was before I ever fell into it. I don’t want safe. I want real. I want you." His hand came up to your cheek. He smiled, but it trembled. "Even if it tears your family in two?"

You rested your forehead to his. "No. But even if they’re afraid… I want them to know I’m not. And I think, deep down, they’re not against you — they’re scared for me. That’s love, too. It just looks different."

The rain thickened, but neither of you moved. Bang Chan pulled you into his lap then, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, like he was anchoring himself to this moment. His voice was a whisper, breath warm on your skin.

"I would never hurt you. You know that, right?"

You nodded. "And I know you’d let me go before you ever became the reason I got hurt. But you’re not. You're the reason I got stronger."

He closed his eyes, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"I’ll earn them," he murmured. "If they’re worried, I’ll show them who I am. I won’t walk away — not unless you ask me to. But I’ll be patient. I’ll be the man they can trust with you."

Lee Know (리노)

The sky over your hometown was quiet, washed in soft evening gray. It had been a long day — full of smiles, small talk over dinner, and the kind of tense energy that only surfaces when something unspoken floats.

You and Minho had been together for nearly four years. The kind of love that moved slowly but deeply — like water over stone. You knew him: the way he’d rub your thumb when he was nervous, how he always made your tea exactly right without asking, how he’d listen — really listen — when you spoke, like every word mattered.

This trip was supposed to be a gentle reveal. Something soft, calm — to show your parents that the man they knew mostly through FaceTime and news articles was real, grounded, and utterly devoted to you.

But something was off.

After dinner, Minho excused himself to help wash the dishes. You stepped outside to answer a call. That’s when he heard it — the low murmur of your parents’ voices, just barely audible through the hallway walls.

"We can’t just sit by and let this happen. She’s about to marry into a life we don’t understand — a life that isn’t hers.""She loves him. But love doesn’t mean it's right. He’s constantly traveling, exposed to so much. There’s danger in that life — the mental toll, the public scrutiny. She’ll be swallowed whole." "We should’ve said something earlier. We have to protect her — even if she hates us for it."

He stood still.

The sponge in his hand dripped quietly into the sink. He didn’t move. His breath caught in his throat — not from shock, but from the sharp, slow ache of inevitability. He wasn’t surprised. But it didn’t hurt any less.

He didn’t confront them. He didn’t defend himself. Instead, he walked out to the edge of the garden, where the overgrown roses curled around the trellis, and sat down on the stone bench. Hands in his lap. Eyes on the gravel.

When you found him, his back was turned to you, posture straight, too still to be casual. You called his name softly. He looked over his shoulder with that unreadable expression he wore like armor — the kind that made you feel like he was miles away even when he was right in front of you.

You sat beside him, brushing your knee against his. “You heard, didn’t you?”

He didn’t answer right away. Just looked down at his hands, clasped tightly together.

“I didn’t mean to,” he finally said. “But yeah. I heard.”

You swallowed hard. The air between you filled with tension and tenderness all at once. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. They’re not wrong.”

You turned to him, startled. “What?”

He exhaled, slow and heavy. “They’re not wrong to be scared. Loving me means signing up for… chaos. Distance. Cameras in your face. People picking you apart. I live in two different worlds and barely hold them together myself. You’d have to carry all that — without ever asking for it.”

His voice never broke. It didn’t crack. It was just quiet. Controlled. Like he’d already fought this battle in his mind a hundred times and lost every single one. You shook your head. “I’m not scared of that. I’m scared of not choosing you.”

He looked at you then — really looked. And something flickered behind his eyes, something fragile and raw. “You shouldn’t have to fight for me,” he said, voice low. “You shouldn’t have to stand between the people who raised you and the person you love. That’s not fair to you.”

“Then don’t make me choose,” you whispered.

He blinked, and for a long moment, he didn’t speak. Then he turned slightly, his thigh pressing against yours, his eyes glinting with that quiet intensity only Minho carried. “I won’t leave you,” he said. “Even if they never understand. Even if I have to stand on the edge of your life — I’ll be there. I’ll earn their trust with time. But I will never ask you to break your family to love me.”

A tear slipped down your cheek. He wiped it with the back of his knuckle — soft, instinctive, reverent.

Later that night, he returned to the kitchen. The same place he’d heard his heart shatter only hours earlier. Your parents were there, lingering over mugs of tea. They looked up as he stepped in, his expression unreadable but not hostile.

“I want to be honest with you,” he said. No preamble. Just truth. “I heard what you said. I understand why you’re afraid. And I don’t blame you.”

Your mother’s mouth opened, but he held up a hand gently.

“I can’t promise I’ll always keep her safe from the world. But I can promise I’ll never stop trying. And I will never use her love as a shield to excuse anything. If I fail her, I want you to be the first to hold me accountable.”

Changbin (창빈)

The late autumn wind swept across your parents' backyard, rustling the brittle gold leaves that had gathered at the edge of the stone path. Inside the house, warm light spilled through the windows, laughter from dinner still lingering in the air, though Changbin had grown quiet.

You’d come home together for a long weekend — a soft introduction before announcing the engagement you both had been talking about for months. Changbin had practiced what to say to your father three times on the plane. He even brought a small gift for your mother — a delicate ceramic she’d once admired when visiting Korea. His nerves had been well-hidden behind warm smiles and polite jokes, but you knew him. You knew his heart beat harder when things really mattered.

That night, after dinner, you’d gone upstairs to grab an old photo album. Changbin stayed behind to help clear the plates. It was while he passed the hallway to the laundry room, carrying a stack of napkins, that he heard it. The voices.

Your parents were in the study. The door was open just an inch.

"She’s serious about him.""I know. That’s what worries me.""He seems like a good person — but that life? It’s loud. It’s unstable. How long can a relationship survive when you’re apart for months, when thousands of strangers think they own him?""She’s our daughter. We’ve seen her hurt before. We can’t sit by and watch her walk straight into a fire."

He froze.

Not out of anger. Not out of fear.

But because the words sounded too much like ones he had whispered to himself at 3 a.m. on sleepless nights — wondering the exact same things. Not about you. Never about your love. But about whether he was enough to protect you from the storm his world came with.

He backed away quietly and stepped outside. The air was sharp, cold, but it helped settle the burn behind his eyes.

He sat on the edge of the porch, head lowered, forearms resting on his knees. He didn't cry — not then. But his heart ached in that deep, invisible way that left your chest hollow. He hadn’t even noticed you standing behind him until your hand slid over his shoulder.

“Changbin?”

He looked up slowly, eyes glassy under the dim porch light.

“You heard them,” you said, not as a question.

He gave a tight nod.

You moved to sit beside him, pulling your cardigan tighter around your arms. “I’m sorry.” He shook his head. “Don’t be. They’re your parents. They love you. They’re scared, and… I can’t blame them.”

He looked out at the yard, his jaw clenched. “I mean, they’re not wrong. This life I live — it’s not quiet. It’s not easy. You know what it’s like. The missed calls. The canceled dates. The rumors. The girls who scream my name like they know me better than you do.”

“Stop,” you whispered, eyes stinging. “Don’t talk like that.”

“I’m not giving up,” he said quickly, turning to you. “Don’t think that. I’m just— I don’t want to be the reason your family worries every time they look at you. I don’t want your parents to wonder if loving me means losing you.”

You reached for his hand, and he gripped it like he needed it to breathe. “I chose you, Binnie. I keep choosing you. You don’t have to prove you’re enough — you already are.”

He stared down at your intertwined hands for a moment. He didn’t answer. Just leaned into you, forehead pressed to your shoulder, letting the silence hold him where words couldn’t.

Hyunjin (현진)

The sun had long since dipped beneath the horizon, leaving a dim lavender haze across your neighborhood. The house smelled like roasted garlic and rain-soaked leaves — warm, familiar, nostalgic. You and Hyunjin were staying at your parents’ for the weekend. A small visit. Casual on the surface, but meant to gently ease into the conversation of your quiet engagement. The rings weren’t on fingers yet, but the promise was real, already burning beneath your skin like a shared secret.

He’d been nervous. You could see it in the way he straightened his shirt three times before knocking on your parents’ front door. In the way he barely touched his food at dinner, offering his compliments with a soft smile even though he was chewing slower than usual. He was trying — really trying — to be everything he thought they needed him to be. Not because he was fake. But because he cared.

After dinner, you were in the guest room folding up old laundry, humming to yourself. Hyunjin had wandered into the hallway, searching for the bathroom. He passed the den and slowed when he heard your name.

He wouldn’t have stopped if it had been anything else.

"She’s serious about him. She’s talking like this is forever.""That’s what worries me.""He’s… nice. Charming, polite, clearly cares about her. But he’s not just a boy. He’s an idol. His world — it’s not made for someone like her.""She’s sensitive. She hides it, but we know her. What happens when the spotlight turns cruel? When she starts feeling second place to millions of fans, or worse, when they start to hate her?" "We should ask her to reconsider. Not because we don’t like him — but because we love her."

The words were spoken softly. Gently, even. But they struck Hyunjin like frostbite — quiet, cold, seeping beneath his skin before he could feel the pain. His breath caught in his chest. He backed away before he heard more. His fingers trembled slightly at his sides.

He found the guest room, but you weren’t there. So he slipped out into the backyard, under the heavy dark sky that smelled like wet earth and pine. A garden lantern buzzed quietly nearby. He sat on the patio steps and pressed his hands into his lap, willing himself not to unravel.

You found him there ten minutes later, his back to you, shoulders hunched ever so slightly. “Jinnie?” you asked gently. He looked up. His face wasn’t tear-streaked, but his eyes gave him away. Glazed. Wide. Wounded. “I heard them,” he said simply.

You sat down beside him slowly. “What did they say?” He hesitated, looking up at the stars. “That I’m not safe for you,” he murmured. “That I come with shadows too big for you to walk through.”

You didn’t speak for a moment. Your heart was aching — not just for what was said, but for how deeply he was letting it in. “They’re scared,” you whispered.

“I know.” His voice was quiet, careful. “And… I don’t blame them.” He tilted his head toward you, finally meeting your gaze. “Sometimes I think about it too,” he admitted. “How hard it must be. To love someone who disappears on planes. Who’s always a little bit out there. Who’s constantly pulled away by things you can’t follow.”

“You’re not out there to me,” you said. “You’re here. You always are.”

He smiled faintly. A sad smile. The kind that doesn’t quite reach the eyes. “But what if I can’t protect you from everything? From the hate? The comments? The long nights? The loneliness when I'm gone for weeks?” His hands clenched slightly. “What if they’re right?”

You took his hand — warm and shaky. “Then let me make this choice,” you said. “Let me walk beside you even when it’s raining. Let me be brave with you.”

A tear slid down his cheek then, slow and silent. He blinked fast, embarrassed, and turned his head away, but you reached up and gently cupped his jaw, guiding his face back toward you.

He let out a soft breath. The kind that carried weeks’ worth of tension. Then, quietly: “I don’t want them to hate me.”

“They don’t,” you whispered. “They just haven’t seen what I see yet.”

Han (한)

The evening felt perfect on the surface — a dinner at your home, warm lights, familiar laughter, and the subtle glow of light brushing against the windows. Han Jisung was sitting beside you at the table, quietly fidgeting with his sleeve, his nerves buried just beneath his soft smiles and quick jokes.

Your parents liked him — at least, they said they did. They welcomed him in with polite kindness and thoughtful questions. But there was something in the air tonight.

You left the table to grab a few old albums, wanting to show him your high school photos — your way of giving him more of your world. He stayed behind to help your mom clear the dishes.

That’s when he heard them. He hadn’t meant to.

He was headed back from the kitchen, intending to grab his jacket, when he passed by the hallway leading to your dad’s study. The door was ajar. The voices — your parents' — came low, serious, full of hesitation.

"She loves him, that’s obvious. But that doesn’t mean this is safe for her.""Exactly. He’s kind, yes. But he’s in the spotlight. His life is… chaotic. Fleeting. She needs stability. Something real.""They’re already talking about marriage. I don’t think she sees what’s ahead. How hard it will be. How much it could cost her.""It’s not that we don’t like him. It’s just… this isn’t a love built in peace. It’s built in fire. And she doesn’t deserve to burn.”

The words landed like punches in his gut.

He didn’t move. Not at first. He felt suspended — held in place by disbelief, and a quiet ache that began curling in his chest. Not anger. Not even defensiveness. Just… pain. A sharp, sudden sadness that hollowed him out like a winter wind.

He backed away from the doorway like it was something burning. Then quietly slipped out the back door onto the porch.

The sky had turned deep gray, heavy with the promise of rain. He sat down on the wooden steps, the old ones creaking softly beneath him, elbows on his knees, fingers trembling slightly.

He’d always feared this part. Not you — not your love. But the idea that he’d never be enough for the world you came from. You found him there a few minutes later. You could tell something was wrong by the way he was sitting: too still, too quiet, his usually expressive face unreadable.

“Jisung?” you asked softly, easing down beside him. He glanced at you and gave a smile so faint it almost hurt to see. “I didn’t mean to listen,” he said. “But I did.”

You didn’t have to ask. You knew. “They’re just scared,” you said carefully. “They don’t know you like I do.”

“I know,” he whispered. His voice cracked a little. “But that doesn’t make it hurt less.” He paused, pulling at a loose thread on his sweater.

“They think this is going to destroy you,” he added. “That being with me… means you’ll end up heartbroken. Or worse, forgotten.”

You reached for his hand, but he kept staring forward.

“I’ve always known I came with baggage,” he said. “The late nights. The tours. The fans who love me without even knowing me. The ones who hate you without even seeing you.” His throat tightened. “I’ve tried to tell myself I deserve this. That I deserve you. But maybe… maybe they’re right. Maybe I love you too much to let you be hurt by all this.”

You turned toward him, tears springing into your eyes. “Don’t say that.”

“But I feel it,” he whispered. “Every time someone online says your name like it’s a sin. Every time I have to cancel plans. Every time you smile and tell me it’s okay, but I see how tired you look.” He looked down, blinking hard.

“I’m so scared, babe. That loving me is going to cost you more than it gives.”

You placed your hand over his chest, right where his heart thudded too fast. “You loving me,” you said gently, “has only ever made me feel seen. Safe. Wanted. There is nothing in this world I want more than to face all of that — the noise, the distance, the chaos — with you.”

He broke then. A single tear slipped down his cheek, and he finally turned toward you, burying his face in your shoulder. “I just wish they could see me the way you do,” he murmured.

“They will,” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair. “Eventually. But until then… we show them. Not by proving anything. Just by being us.”

Felix (필릭스)

It was the kind of evening you thought would be simple — one meant for comfort, warmth, and gentle blending. The house you grew up in smelled of home: wood polish, your dad’s aftershave, and whatever your mom had cooked that left the walls holding onto spice and warmth. Felix had been quiet all day — not in a bad way, just observant, carefully watching every nuance in your parents’ expressions, every shift in tone, like he was memorizing how to be perfect in their eyes.

He wanted them to love him. Not for his name, or for who he was to the world, but for who he was to you.

Dinner had gone smoothly enough. Smiles, stories, a few awkward laughs that Felix soothed with gentle charm. Afterward, you disappeared upstairs to grab something — a photo album you wanted to show him. Something small. Sentimental.

That’s when it happened.

Felix was in the hallway, tracing his fingers along the framed pictures of you as a child, when he paused just outside the den. The door wasn’t fully closed. Voices leaked through — soft, but serious. Familiar. Your parents. He would have walked away. He really would have. But then he heard your name.

“She says they’re talking about marriage.”“So soon. Too soon. It’s love, yes… but is it stable?”“He seems sweet. Caring. But his life is so far from hers. It’s not normal. It’s not quiet. There will be cameras. Fans. Rumors. Hate.”“She’s our daughter. We know her. She needs a world that feels safe. Grounded. Not one that spins constantly. Not one where she has to share him with millions.”“Maybe it’s time to be honest with her. Before she goes too far. Before her heart ends up somewhere it can’t come back from.”

The words didn’t come with malice. They were soft. Protective. But they still landed with the weight of a thousand doubts. Felix felt the wind knocked out of him.

He stepped back, gently, as if walking too hard might crack the moment in two. His hands trembled as he gripped the edge of the hallway wall, grounding himself in its rough paint texture. His chest ached. Not with anger. But with something heavier — grief for something still intact.

He stepped outside, through the back door, onto the small patio overlooking your mother’s garden. The sky had turned deep blue, the first stars barely beginning to flicker through. The air smelled like damp grass and lavender.

He sat on the steps, elbows on his knees, staring at the horizon like it could answer the question he hadn’t even formed yet. You found him like that — silent, still, lit only by the porch light and the moon above. “Lix?” you asked gently. “Everything okay?”

He turned to you, slowly, and you saw it instantly. The hurt in his eyes. The kind that he didn’t know how to hide, even if he tried. He looked down. Then, barely above a whisper, “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.” Your breath caught.

He continued, voice trembling slightly, “They… they don’t want this, do they? Us.”

You sat down beside him, heart hammering. “They’re scared,” you said. “Not because of you. Because they love me. And they don’t understand the kind of life we live.”

Felix let out a soft laugh — but it wasn’t amused. More like something caught in his throat. “I’m used to people not understanding me. My career. My world. But hearing it from them? From your family?”

He shook his head, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. “I didn’t think it would hurt this much.”

You reached over, gently tugging his hands away. “It’s not about who you are. It’s about what they don’t know. They’ve never seen the nights you stay up just to make sure I’m okay. Or how you write me letters when you’re away. Or the way you love — quietly, deeply, like it’s the only thing that matters.”

He looked at you, eyes shining now, reflecting porch light and tears he hadn’t let fall.

“I don’t want to be the reason they lose you,” he said. “I couldn’t live with that.”

“You’re not,” you said, voice firm now. “They’re not asking me to choose. Not really. They’re just… afraid of things they don’t see. And I’m going to show them. We are.”

You took his hand and placed it against your chest, where your heartbeat was fast and steady.

“You feel that? That’s what you do to me. Not fear. Not chaos. You ground me.” He didn’t speak, just leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours.

Seungmin (승민)

It was a cool, late spring evening, and the sun was just beginning to dip behind the horizon, casting a warm orange glow across your small apartment. You and Seungmin were in the kitchen, cooking dinner together. The scent of roasted garlic and fresh basil filled the air as you laughed over a shared inside joke about how Seungmin’s chopping skills were so meticulous they could rival a professional chef’s.

Seungmin, dressed in a simple black T-shirt and soft gray sweatpants, looked effortlessly handsome, his warm smile lighting up the kitchen even more than the overhead lights. His hand reached for yours every few moments, brushing against your fingers in a silent promise of affection.

The two of you were in that sweet, comfortable phase of a relationship where every glance felt reassuring, every touch felt electric. You’d been together for a while, and both of you had begun talking seriously about the future—moving in, getting engaged, maybe even starting a family one day.

As you stirred the sauce on the stove, Seungmin wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “You’re so pretty when you cook,” he murmured, and your heart fluttered in your chest. But before you could respond, you heard the faint sound of your parents’ voices drifting in from the living room.

You paused, spoon in midair, and frowned slightly. “What are they talking about?” you whispered.

Seungmin, sensing your sudden tension, loosened his hold a little but didn’t let go. He tilted his head to listen, and together you strained to make out their words.

“We’re just worried,” your father said, his tone laced with concern. “Seungmin’s life is so public, always in the spotlight. It’s not normal, and we’re scared for them.”

Your mother’s voice joined in, soft but trembling. “They’ll get hurt. Fans, the media… it’s too much. They need someone who can give them a quiet life, not this constant attention.”

Your breath caught in your throat. Seungmin’s arms tightened slightly around you as if he felt your heart break in real time. His lips parted, but he stayed silent, processing the words as carefully as he did everything else in life.

You turned to face him, searching his eyes. Seungmin’s dark eyes, usually so warm and lively, had gone still, as if he was absorbing every syllable of doubt and fear your parents voiced. His brows furrowed, and for a long moment, he didn’t speak.

Then, with a deep breath, he pressed his forehead to yours. “Hey,” he whispered, his voice almost impossibly gentle. “Look at me. I’m right here, okay?”

You nodded, tears brimming in your eyes. “I didn’t know they felt like this…”

He took your hands in his, thumbs brushing over your knuckles as if trying to erase the sting of their words. “I did,” he admitted softly. “I’ve… I’ve always known it could be hard for them. For you. But I hoped—no, I believed—that love would be enough to make them see how real this is.”

His shoulders slumped a little, a rare crack in the usual confidence he carried so easily. “I’m sorry they’re scared. I wish I could promise them that everything will be perfect, that I can protect you from everything. But I can’t promise perfection.”

He paused, taking a shaky breath, and you could see the weight of it all in his eyes—his career, the scrutiny, the endless push and pull of idol life. But there was something else there, too, something unwavering.

“I can promise you this, though,” he continued, his voice growing firmer. “I love you. I’m not going to let anyone—no matter how much they care about you—tell us that what we have isn’t worth fighting for.”

A tear slipped down your cheek, and Seungmin reached up to wipe it away with his thumb. “You’re my home,” he whispered. “No matter what they say, that doesn’t change.”

You reached up to cup his face, your hands trembling. “And you’re mine,” you said, your voice thick with emotion. “I want this, Seungmin. I want you.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply as if to steady himself. When he opened them again, there was a quiet fire in them. “Then we’ll show them. We’ll show them that this love isn’t fragile. It’s real, and it’s ours.”

The two of you stood there in the warm kitchen, the sauce simmering forgotten on the stove, holding each other close. The murmur of your parents’ conversation faded into the background as you and Seungmin pressed your foreheads together, sharing a moment of silent resolve.

You knew the road ahead wouldn’t be easy. Your parents’ fears weren’t unfounded—Seungmin’s world was bright, loud, and often overwhelming. But standing there in his arms, you felt something stronger than fear. You felt hope.

I.N (아이엔)

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon, and the golden rays of late spring sun filtered through the gauzy curtains of your living room. You and Jeongin were lounging on the couch, your legs tangled under a soft knit blanket. His head was in your lap, his dark brown hair fanned out like a halo, and you were absently running your fingers through it, feeling the silky strands slip through your fingers. Jeongin had always had a calming presence—a gentle warmth that felt like home. You’d been together for a couple of years now, and your relationship was moving towards something permanent, something beautifully real. Talks of marriage had started to pepper your late-night conversations—shared dreams of a cozy home, laughter-filled mornings, and a life built on the love you’d cultivated so carefully. But that afternoon, as the comforting murmur of a soft indie playlist played in the background, you heard voices drifting in from the kitchen—your parents. You hadn’t realized they’d come back early from their walk. You tensed instinctively, and Jeongin, ever so attuned to your moods, tilted his head back to glance up at you. “What’s wrong?” he asked softly, his dark eyes full of gentle curiosity.

You didn’t answer right away, your ears straining to catch the words that were slowly unraveling your heart. “—I know they love each other,” your mother’s voice floated through the doorway. “But his world… it’s too much. The constant traveling, the fans, the pressure. It’s not the kind of life I imagined for them.” Your father’s voice joined in, laced with a deep, protective concern. “We just want them to have a peaceful, simple life. Not one where they’re always in the shadows of the spotlight, where their every move could be twisted into gossip.” You felt the blood drain from your face, your hand stilling in Jeongin’s hair. He sat up slowly, his expression shifting from confusion to concern. His hand came to rest on your thigh, grounding you. “They’re talking about us,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. Jeongin’s eyes darkened with understanding, and he reached up to brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch as tender as always. “What are they saying?” he asked, his voice quiet, careful. You swallowed, blinking back the sting of tears. “They’re… they’re scared for me. They think we should break up because they think your life is too overwhelming, too dangerous for me.” For a moment, silence settled between you like a heavy fog. Jeongin’s fingers tightened just slightly on your thigh, his jaw working as he processed the words. Then he took a slow, deep breath, exhaling through his nose. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, his voice threaded with a sorrowful gravity. “I never wanted them to feel that way. Or for you to have to choose between me and your family’s peace of mind.” He paused, his brows furrowed in thought, then looked back at you with a depth in his gaze that took your breath away. “I know my world is… different. Loud, unpredictable. And I know it’s not what they dreamed of for you. But I also know that I love you. More than I’ve ever loved anything in my life.” He took your hands in his, his thumbs brushing over your knuckles as if he could soothe the ache in your chest with those gentle caresses. “You’re the best part of my world,” he continued, his voice growing steadier. “You make it brighter, calmer—like I can breathe even when everything else is spinning around me.” Your throat tightened, a tear slipping free down your cheek. Jeongin reached up to wipe it away with the pad of his thumb, his touch feather-light. “I want to be the person who makes you feel safe and loved, not someone who adds to your worries.”

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enh2pen · 3 days ago

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change my mind - park sunghoon

1.9k - sunghoon x fem reader 💥 not proofread! mdni 😠🖕

pwp, kind of dom sh, dry humping turned piv 👅, unprotected sex (don't do that), oral sex (f), breast stuff, biting, dirty talk and begging, manhandling, slight choking.

an: choosing titles is such a pain in the ass like bitch wym change my mind 😂😂 and yeah sorry for taking so long work has been draining me and the piwon brainrot was mean! nasty even!! anyways have a good read <33 hope yall like it mwah mwah

the room was hot, sweat dripping down your forehead while sunghoon’s hands pushed you down by your waist. his hips bucking up to meet yours, dick hard through his pants roughly rubbing against your also clothed crotch. you held his shoulders to stabilize yourself, digging your nails into his skin and your knees into the bed.

sunghoon but his lip, letting a groan out when you moved your hips against his, in slow circles then rolling them when you got used to the motion. he threw his head back, lips plump and glistening, eyes softly closed, cheeks slightly flushed — he looked pure, contrary to his body, with his arms flexing with how tense he was, veins on his neck popping out, hands holding you so tightly you couldn't even feel your skin anymore, dick pulsing against you, any detail of his could easily drive you crazy.

he pulled you for a kiss, hands going up to hold your cheeks and hold you closer to him, deepening the kiss. his tongue finding it’s way to your lips, parting them and sliding against yours. your hand went under his shirt, grazing your fingertips from his chest to his toned stomach, making you whimper against his lips at the feeling. sunghoon smiled at your reaction, then putting your bottom lip between his teeth, slightly biting and pulling it, breaking the kiss.

his hands quickly pulled your shirt off you, thumbs going straight to your nipples and circling them. he went forward to kiss your neck, trailing along the side to behind your ear, occasionally biting while traveling up and down, his sharp teeth leaving deep marks.

your hips stuttered at the overwhelm, knees shaking and strained moans leaving your mouth. it was intoxicating, being so close to him in such a compromising position, so close to what you wanted but it still felt like torture, you couldn't get enough. his fingers alternated between pulling and pinching your nipples, sending you over the edge.

the heat between your legs felt unbearable, the fabric of your clothes adding a delicious sensation to the friction while still being restraining, your underwear so damp you felt uncomfortable in it, just couldn't wait to take it off, the stuffy air inside the room making you feel the same about the clothes.

your hands went to remove his shirt, sweaty at the collar. the fabric felt heavy in your hands, and time seemed to pass so slowly, you couldn't stand to feel the cotton anymore. you tried to undo the ziper of his pants, but he grabbed both your wrists and pushed you into the bed, back hitting the mattress, pinning you down.

— not yet, pretty — sunghoon’s lips left a peck on yours, before moving to the skin right under your ear and lightly sucking the spot — want to hear you begging for it.

his hands let go of your wrists, gripping your waist tightly as he started rolling his hips right into your crotch, slow movements tortuously grazing just below your clit. your eyes went to the back of your head, you tried to buck your hips against his but his grip was too strong, restraining any movement from you.

your groan now was one of frustration, only earning a chuckle from sunghoon. he had so much fun with it, his stupid little games edging you until he got tired of it, sometimes bringing tears to your eyes, his face always with a cocky smirk on it. he could spend hours just seeing you beg, bringing his hand a little too close to where you needed him, fucking you a bit too shallowly, hands too loose on your breasts, he knew how to drive you crazy in the worst ways.

— please, hoon, i need it so bad — he smiled down at you, eyes scanning your whole body as he slowly ceased his movements — been thinking ‘bout your dick the whole day, want to feel it inside me, please.

he stopped to unzip his pants, just enough for his dick to be completely out of the rough fabric, though still covered by his underwear. the fabric of your pants was too thin, so he didn't feel like removing them.

your mouth watered of the sight of his covered dick in front of you, wet spot where the fabric was stretched the most, tip perfectly outlined, shaft fitting perfectly against your heat as he went back to grinding on you, faster this time. his left hand went back to your wrist, right one still on your waist.

— pretty girl can’t get enough of it? gotta fuck her brains out everyday? — he flipped you on the bed before you could even think of answering, making you lay on your stomach. he grabbed your hips and pulled you so his dick could graze perfectly from your covered pussy up to your ass — can’t spend a fuckin’ day without it.

sunghoon glued the front of his torso to your slightly bent back, putting his right arm around your neck, his hand resting on your left shoulder. his left hand held you in place by your ass, slightly pointy nails digging into your skin and making the bruise sting with the sweat.

he slowly rolled his hips into you, leaving kisses and bites on your shoulder and behind your neck. you’d buck your hips against his, trying to get more friction, your clothes still annoyingly in the way, but sunghoon would just hold you down, keeping you in place, letting out a small chuckle in your ear.

— you never learn, do you? — he whispered, your skin shivering with his voice right next to your ear. his thick arm around your neck pressing against it, restraining your breath — so fucking desperate. do i not fuck you enough?

your hand went to hold his arm, pushing it harder against your neck. with that, his hips were rougher against yours, jolting your whole body forward and back, and a smile appeared on his face. small moans from him either being muffled by the kisses he left on your shoulder or let out right beside your ear.

— s-shit, stop teasing, hoon, please — you plead, voice strained with the force he pressed on your neck, core bothered with how empty you felt. you turned your head to look at him, his eyes glued on your face — just fuck me already, can’t handle it anymore.

he pulled you for a kiss, his hips losing their rhythm until he stopped and just kept himself pressed to you, bucking his hips sometimes by instinct, your faint whimpers clashing with his.

he raised his torso and brought his hands to the band of your trousers, making you raise your hips so he could pull it off you, pulling your underwear at the same time. he flipped you by your waist, so you were laying on your back and facing him.

before removing the clothes left on his body, he brought his middle and ring fingers to your pussy, sliding them up and down, coating them in your arousal, and inserting them as he went down to circle his tongue around your clit, slightly flicking it.

you bit your hand to muffle the embarrassingly loud moans, eyes shut close and legs squirming around sunghoon’s head. his left hand cupping and squeezing his erection through his underwear, while yours held his head down by his hair, pulling the black locks whenever he hit your sweet spot with his fingers or licked you with just the right pressure.

all the stimulation from before had you on the edge of your orgasm, your legs shaking and moving around ridiculously, just encouraging him to hit his fingers deeper, even adding a third and pumping them in and out of you.

sweat dripped down the sides of your body onto the mattress, your head spinning and eyes rolling with the heat at the pit of your stomach. with a last curl of sunghoon’s fingers, your orgasm hit you in waves through your whole body while you gasped on your own moans, skin burning against his, his rough hands now gripping your thighs while his tongue still worked carefully on your clit.

your hold on his hair softened, quiet noises still leaving your lips as he moved up and kissed you, wetting your chin with his own. you reached down to his dick, stroking it a few times before directing it to your still pulsating hole, moving your body on the bed, putting it in yourself.

sunghoon hissed, left hand gripping your waist as he opened his eyes to meet yours, fucked out and silently begging for more. he smiled at you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he folded your legs by the back of your thighs and thrusted mercilessly into you, his grunts dissolving into your skin through his bites.

his movements slammed the bed against the wall, your body traveling up and down the mattress, almost escaping from his hold. your hands went to his biceps, digging your nails into his flesh, bruising the skin — something he knew you’d do when you wanted him to go harder.

sunghoon stopped his hips and removed himself from you, flipping you so you were laying on your stomach, before pulling you by your legs to the edge of the bed, leaving them hanging. before you could even turn to look at him, he put his dick back into you, earning a loud moan from you.

he had you almost screaming — with his right knee on the bed, slightly angling himself, he held your hips up and gave you what you had been begging for all day. each thrust coming earlier than the previous one, barely giving you time to moan or even breathe. his nails left deep marks on your hips, sweat dripped from his hair onto your back, dick ramming into you so hard your legs shook like they were going to fall off your body.

your voice was strained, brain barely computing what was going on, your neighbors’ peace long forgotten as sunghoon railed you. your knuckles turning white with how you gripped the sheets, barely grabbing them with how strongly he thrusted into you, hitting your spot almost every single time, making your eyes go to the back of your head.

— always so fuckin’ wet for me, so fuckin’ easy — his moans became louder and clearer as his hips sped up, mindlessly slamming into you, chasing his high — fuck, gonna fill you up so good.

you just hummed to his words, so fucked out you couldn't even answer him properly, you just called his name, hoping to feel his cum shooting inside of you, painting your walls white.

with one last snap of his hips and loud grunt, he threw his head back and gripped your ass as he came inside you, his dick pulsating and leaking so much, you thought it’d never stop. his hand went from your bottom to the small of your back, tracing his thumb up and down the lower part of your spine.

pulling out, he chuckled seeing his cum oozing out of your hole, collecting it with his thumb and putting it back inside you. he gave you a kiss on your shoulder and smack on your ass before collecting his clothes from around the room, getting you a glass of water to help you come back to your senses.

#hell yeah #enhypen #enhypen smut #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #park sunghoon #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon smut #sunghoon scenarios #sunghoon #sunghoon imagines

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bbokicidal · 3 days ago

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Shut Up And Drive | SKZ

Can you handle the curves? Can you run all the lights? If you can, baby boy, then we can go all night

Hyung Line ☼ Smut ☼ MDNI: Car sex, Oral sex, Fingering, PinV ☼

Chan

He was a little hesitant when you had first suggested anything in the car - His top priority is you and your safety and if he's driving that means that your life is in his hands.

But when he sees the way you look reaching up to pull your hair back, the way you clip it behind your ears so it stays out of your face, the way you look over at him and look to see if he'd caught on - God, he's gone. He's not going to stop you and honestly he can't with the way you tug his fly down and tug his cock out. He's already half hard just from your conversation earlier on in the day and now it's happening - Your lips are wrapping around his tip and he's breathing heavy at the feeling of your tongue sliding over him. You're taking him in your throat and he's choking back quiet growls of pleasure.

He loves it way more than he should - and even though he wants to relish in the feeling of your throat tightening around his cock when he bucks his hips up, he has to keep his focus on the road.

Though he does let himself indulge in you a little by threading his free hand into your hair to to push your head down. Just a little.

Lee Know

Minho's never felt so desperate for touching before. The drinks from the bar had flooded his system and even though he'd only had two, he felt so.. hot. His skin felt on fire everywhere your hands laid and he was sure you felt the same. With the way he had guided you back to the car only to open the back door and push you onto the seat, his hands wandering your body and pushing up under your shorts just to yank them down.

He's hasty and quick with it, his movements rough as he pushes your top up next. His hands push over your chest, nudging the fabric up towards your collar bone and sighing out every time his lips leave your throat. He doesn't want to move any lower but he has to; He needs to taste you, even if it means he won't be able to hear your moans right in his ear.

His hands push back down over your hips, gripping at your curves and pushing down to hold you against the leather seat while he laps between your thighs. Shoulders broad and heavy with muscle keep your legs pushed apart, his lips pressing kisses and sucking at your clit with an eagerness you hadn't felt from him before. If this was how he was after just having a couple drinks to loosen him up, maybe you'd be having more nights in at home; You know, with wine. Or shots.

Changbin

"I can't keep going if you squirm like that, baby. You've gotta sit still for me."

He can't complain about how cute your squirming is with his hand between your legs but when you wriggle like that it makes it harder for him to focus on two things at once. Changbin already can't multitask very well but he's doing his absolute best. Eyes on the road, hand between your legs and two thick fingers knuckle deep in your pussy. He's not doing bad either, his fingers curling to find that soft spongy spot against your walls that makes you whine. He just can't get over how he can feel your pussy clenching around him, leaking down

"Need it," You gasp out as your head pushes back against the headrest. "I need your cock, Binnie. Please. Please, it feels so good but I need it.."

And who is he to deny you when you're whimpering like that? Changbin goes quiet for a moment before a soft huff of air escapes his lips, the corner curling up into a knowing smirk. Alright, yeah. Since you were begging so nicely and since it was clear he'd made you incredible wet,

"Let me pull over, baby. Then I'll give you anything you want."

Hyunjin

"Oh my God," Hyunjin chokes out the words as his head drops back, resting against the middle seat. His hands had fallen to the seat beneath him, fingers curling into the leather as the soft plap of your hips meeting his own filled the car. He wanted to touch you so bad but you were doing just fine on your own so far, so he wouldn't until you need support.

Your hips slam down on his own, hands finding his shoulders to keep a tight hold onto his sweater so you wouldn't slip up. You'd learned your lesson before. He's happy to let you grab and grope at him as much as you want, even when your hands wander to his chest under his sweater so you can get a grab at him.

He keeps his eyes on you, lidded and warm and heavy with want. It's the moment your hips stutter and your breathing becomes heavy that he takes over, his hands finding your hips to control your movements instead. It's a little sloppy but he's doing what he can in the cramped backseat, hips bucking up to meet you halfway. His cock pushes in deeper when he's in control, tip kissing and pushing at your cervix every time he drives into your pussy with more force.

His teeth sink into his lip as he whines, looking up at you. "I don't want this to ever end." Which was.. pretty much code for; You weren't getting away after just one orgasm.

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mickyschumacher · 2 days ago

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can we get some… maybe smut sub!oscar with pictures taken during it? yk?

[MISS POSSESSIVE!]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: three wins in a row calls for a little late night celebration. but your night turns a bit tipsy when someone's eyeing your oscar. or in which you turn into little miss possessive.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (minors dni), established relationship, sub!oscar (obvi), jealousy, lots of teasing, photos taken during sex (assumed to be pre-consensual), oral sex m receiving - blowjob and handjob, edging, unprotected sex (simply don't do it), p in v // poorly proof-read as usual

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: oscar piastri x gf!fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3k+

𝐀/𝐍: honestly i don't usually write sub smut bc i can never seem to do it justice so hopefully this is good! i really like this one too! thanks anon! ♡︎ ALSO feels like it's been ages since i wrote for oscar so yay!

You and Oscar weren't club people. By any means. For a guy who listened to house music 24/7, Oscar couldn't find a place worse than a club.

Humid. Sweaty. Crowds of people. Dancing. Alcohol. Strobe lights. Music thundering beneath the floor. Bathroom lines.

It was simply horrible.

Yet... here you were.

Oscar had been on a winning streak. Three to be exact.

It had been a quite while since a McLaren driver had done it.

And that obviously called for a celebration.

Oscar had begged you to join him. Going to a club was already bad enough, he'd at least like to "share the suffering," as he so kindly put when he asked you.

While you had every intention to deny him, a look into the pleading brown eyes and you thought Oscar really drove a hard bargain.

But upon actually be here, you couldn't decide if you had been glad to come or whether you regretted it.

With your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, watching quietly as another woman had come over to Oscar to congratulate him. To your count, it was the seventh this evening.

This one, however, was special.

Your tongue kissed your teeth, jaw clenching while you flitted your eyes to her. Her hands gripping Oscar's bicep tightly as a overly joyful laugh escaped her mouth. "Funny and a winner... what are the odds?" She laughed so loudly, you could've sworn it had rung in your ears.

What are the odds I slap that fucking laugh out of you?

Oscar meekly smiled, a small gulp travelling down his throat. He felt awkward. Yet he was unable to pry those hands off of him.

The girl turned to you, a fake smile plastered on her face. Nowhere near as pretty as the one she flashed Oscar. A poor attempt at being friendly. "You're a lucky girl," she stated.

You could see it in her eyes. The fame hungry gaze. Out of all the drivers she could've picked from, she'd picked your Oscar. Anyone in this damn room would've been fine and yet... those beady little eyes were on him.

Oscar opened his mouth to respond but you cut to the chase. "I know," you simply stated.

The beam on her face had dropped momentarily as though her brain had forgotten to keep the act up. The disbelief was brief yet visible. Her raised brow almost daring you to say it again.

But once was enough.

You turned to Oscar and smiled tightly. "I think it's time to go home."

Oscar's mouth fell open before he quickly closed it and nodded. "I think that's a great idea. And I mean, God, would you look at the time?" He laughed nervously, gesturing to the watch on his wrist.

"Already? That's so sad. It's your celebration!" She cooed, lips pouting in a way that made your own curl in disgust. She braved a step closer to your boyfriend, hand caressing the back of his shoulder. Tilting her head, she batted those poorly put-on lashes. "I'll see you around, hmm?"

You had the nerve to laugh with amusement. It was short and sweet. Your skin burned with annoyance.

"Yeah... I think not," you retorted, eyes narrowed while you gave a sickly sweet smile.

Without waiting for her offended response, you had grabbed Oscar's hand and were headed straight for the door. You grumbled, rolling your eyes. "She had the situational awareness of a fucking brick wall," you muttered.

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The ride home was silent.

You could feel Oscar's eyes flicking between the road and you every two seconds but your simmering annoyance made it hard for you to say a word.

Even as Oscar pulled into the Hilton hotel parking, put on the handbrake and turned off the car, nothing was said between you. Even during the minute long elevator ride as he held your arm, stabilising you through the small wave of motion sickness you'd get.

"Sweetheart," Oscar slowly started, grabbing the keycard from your awaiting hand. The small beep resonated in the air before he turned to you. "There are people like that everywhere."

You stayed quiet momentarily, holding in your snort. You walked in, feeling him follow behind you. Pausing in your steps, you stilled.

You opened your mouth as his ears perked up. "They're not everywhere, Osc. It takes a specific type of bitch to pull what she pulled. I mean seriously... out of all the fucking people in the room. The amount of guys staring and her and she had eyes on you? The nerve."

Oscar pursed his lips, walking around you. Slowly he bent down, grabbing the bottom of your foot to take off the heels that had also been killing you all evening. "Let's just put it behind us, hmm? Don't forget. I'm always yours."

Your eyes flickered to his, softening slightly as he kiss the front of your foot gently. You arched down, putting out a finger under his chin. Lifting his chin, you held his eyes as he slowly stood up.

A small smile settled onto your face at the anxious gulp travelling down his throat.

Such a pretty throat.

A blank canvas.

"I know, baby," you responded, thumb grazing the side of his lip. "I just needed to do a little reminding. That's all," you murmured.

The silence between the both of you stretched. A game of patience to see who would break first. The desperation that lingered in Oscar's eyes or your urge to show him exactly who he belonged to.

He watched the words slowly fall from your lips. The very ones he had watched you paint earlier that evening, wishing they would touch his skin.

"Come here, Oscar," you commanded, index finger coaxing him towards you.

Wordlessly, his body obeyed you without a second thought. The few steps towards you feeling ever so natural.

You watched those warm brown eyes dance and his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. You smiled gently, hand reaching to caress his cheek. "What's on your mind, pretty boy?"

Oscar blinked, leaning into your hand. "I want you to touch me," he confessed with a heavy breath. His voice soft and raw.

You chewed on your lip. "Yeah?" You asked, feeling his breath graze past your skin. You moved to rub his ear gently, leaving a tingle to crawl up his spine. "Where do you want me to touch you?"

"Everywhere," Oscar admitted.

You pursed your lips, slowly nodding to yourself. Stepping away, you walked past him, heading towards the bed. You could hear him follow after you instantly, rushing to take his own shoes off.

Your eyes flickered to the decorated digital camera Oscar had brought you for your birthday... it laid there on the drawer, waiting. Taking a seat on the bed, you crossed one leg over the other. Your hand smoothly patted the empty spot next year.

Obediently, Oscar took a seat next you, eyes already a little dazed. He sucked in a sharp breath, chest rising as your hand travelled to his thigh. The other inched to his pectorals, his black shirt fitting snug against them.

Creeping to the hem of his shirt, you could feel his body tense while your fingers skimmed his bare skin, peeling off the layer. Leaning your head down slightly, you pressed a kiss on his collarbone, traces of your lipgloss glittering his skin. Your trail started and ended down his chest, hands roaming him carefree.

Oscar's hand naturally went to your leg, intending to grasp them for some stability as small ripples of shivers fell over him. But the light whip of your hand told him otherwise. He looked at you, brows furrowed and eyes confused.

"No touching 'till I say so," you murmured, smile tugging at your lips.

Oscar's lips parted, eyes swarming with a hint of refusal. Instead, he quietly pushed back his itching hands to the side, agreeing without a fight.

"Let's take these, hmm?" You queried, tugging on the hem of his shirt.

Oscar peeled off his shirt, feeling the cold air sweep past his body. He breathed slowly while you looked at him silently, standing from the mattress.

Without thinking too much, his nimble fingers reached for the zipper of your tight dress. His teeth sunk into his lips, watching your bare skin appear as he gently pried off the fabric, leaving you in only your undergarments.

You stalked towards him, feeling those lust-ridden eyes rake over you. You could hear his breath hitch as your legs hooked over his lap, leaving you straddling him, warmth spreading over his tightening pants.

You held his jaw with your hand, firm and steady, getting his eyes on you. Tracing his lips with the edge of your finger, you smiled before pressing your lips to his.

Oscar fought to put his hands on your waist, instantly wanting you closer. He could feel it. The want, the desperation that spelled it out on his lips while your hands roamed his bare chest.

All mine.

Oscar moaned into the kiss, feeling one hand slide through his hair, giving his locks a tight tug. He could feel the electric heat of your body pressed against his, breasts threatening to spill out of your bra. And only a thin barrier between the wet goodness of your pussy and his dick.

He shuddered when your hips ground down into him, moving in tantalising motions. Fuck, he needed to touch you. For you to be closer. "Please," Oscar breathed, pupils already blown. "Let me touch you, sweetheart, please."

You reached out to the draw, grabbing the digital camera. Holding it close to you, you smiled softly, hearing the click of the lens. You eyed the photo carefully, satisfied with how you had captured his flushed cheeks, the smudge of your lip gloss, his wide eyes, and hooded with his lust.

Sliding off his lap, you hear a rasp of refusal from his lips. You laughed quietly, still eyeing the picture. You pursed your lips, looking back to him while you set the camera aside. "Maybe she was right to act that way... after all, you do look so pretty."

Hovering over him, your hands pulled down his pants and boxers, leaving him stark-naked. Licking your lips at the sight of his cock, you sighed. Everything about Oscar was pretty. Everything.

Oscar' mouth fell open as your hand wrapped around his cock. The slight squeeze of your hand around his base sent a shudder rippling through his stomach.

You eyed the precum on his tip, thumb gently grazing the area to pick it up. The strained whimper from Oscar's lips made you clench your thighs. You flickered your eyes to him, opening your mouth to lick the drop off your thumb.

"Shit," Oscar cussed, cock twitching at the sight.

You said nothing. Only briefly smiling as you leaned forward, warm lips covering the sensitive tip of his cock, tongue swiping the small slit in between. You could feel his hips jerk immediately while his low moans filled your ears.

Oscar tilted his head back, mouth wide open, the warmth of your saliva trailing down his cock making him quiver. Through his hooded eyes, he could see you lean further into his lap, taking in more of his length as your head bobbed up and down, hair falling in all directions.

He was kind, hand moving to gather your hair, only moving it to the side. But hell, he wished he hadn't done it. Or else he wouldn't have seen the way his cock fully disappeared into your mouth, lips flushed with his skin.

"Oh fuck," Oscar cried out, unable to contain the jerk of his hips. He just wanted to feel the back of your throat. God, it felt so good, so warm.

The gag of your throat only turned him on even more. You hummed in agreement, the action sending a wave of pleasure down Oscar's cock. You briefly pulled away, lips still sliding up and down the side of his shaft. "Who makes you feel this good, baby?" You asked.

"You," Oscar rasped out, trembling when he feels your hand massage his balls and the other press their fingernails into his thigh. "You make me feel this good– holy shit," he moaned, eyes rolling as you put your hand back on his cock, fingers expertly swirling around the tip.

Your other hand inched towards the camera, pointing the device at the dazed male. "Smile, baby," you teased, angling the lens from your point of view, capturing the moments of ecstasy building between his hips.

Oscar made an effort to look into the lens, skin burning and red. Fuck, he was so fucking close. His vision was blurring. His moans becoming airier.

"You wanna come? You're nearly there," you taunted, putting the camera aside again before pressing a small kiss to his tip. You slowed the pace of your hand, barely grazing his cock.

"Please, please, please, please," Oscar breathed, panting heavily as his chest rose and fell. His hips jerked in your hands, chasing that slither of euphoria.

A sob fell from his lips as you played with him, increasing and decreasing the speed at your will. The sweat had built up on his body, the hotel sheets sticking to him. His lips were red and swollen from how many times he had bitten them each time he had gotten close. His cock was throbbing, adorning another beautiful shade of warmth as it stood in your hands, shaking in pain.

Another pretty picture.

"Sweetheart," Oscar gasped, tears welling in those pretty brown eyes. He looked at you, a pleading gaze hitting you.

You breathed slowly, legs parting again. You would be lying if you weren't dripping between your legs. The slick had soaked your panties and had been threatening to slide down your thigh for the past ten minutes.

Oscar whimpered as you pulled away, head falling flat on the bed. His chest heaved while he watched you from his peripheral. Watched you take off your panties, cock twitching at the dark damp material. Watched you remove your bra, your breasts free and exciting him all over again.

Oscar sucked in a sharp breath, eyes following the way you climbed over him, legs on either side of him. He willed himself to sit up, eagerly eyeing the way you aligned yourself with him.

He took a glance at your pussy and God...

His cock hurt so good.

Drenched was only the beginning. You were leaking. Folds glistening, the hood of your clit pulled all the way back, letting the bundle of nerves to stand tall and hard. God, you looked so fucking good.

Oscar swallowed hard, feeling the heat radiate off your pussy and onto his cock. He looked back at you, wondering why you were waiting. Why you were torturing him like this.

"You wanna make me feel good, Osc?" You asked, slowly inching towards his cock.

He nodded dumbly as though all rational thoughts had left him.

You smiled with satisfaction, fingernails grazing his v-line, teasing him yet again. "Good," you commented. "So do I."

The moan Oscar released was guttural as you pushed yourself onto his cock. His hands immediately flying to your hips.

"Fuck!" Oscar weeped, the shard of pleasure hitting him instantly.

Your jaw was slack, barely able to breath while Oscar's cock fully bottomed out, flushed against your skin. Your walls hugging him tightly, feeling the slight stretch because shit, you would never ever get used to him.

You barely got any time to adjust. You had teased your poor baby enough that your pussy was an instant drug, luring him in. He had gotten the taste of what release could feel like and fuck, Oscar wanted it so bad.

You moaned, your own nails digging into your thigh as he moved his hand to press on your clit. "Shit," you cried out, feeling his cock thrust so deeply inside you.

"I swear I'm made for you," Oscar breathed out, hips moving at an endless pace, chasing the ecstasy rippling through him. "Do I make you feel good, sweetheart. Please say I do," he whimpered, fucking up into your tight cunt.

"Yes!" You panted, walls clenching around his cock. "Fuck, yes, you do. Such a good boy for me Oscar," you praised, eyes rolling back. Shit... you were already getting there.

Oscar groaned at your words. "Please. I'm gonna– please," he bawled, tears finally escaping those pretty brown eyes.

You really wanted that camera. But God, you felt so good. All you could do was memorise the way he cried for you as his orgasm hit him in a sharp wave, your walls clenching at the deeper thrusts.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Oscar repeated, smaller spasms of pleasure hitting him as he came inside you, fingers digging into your hips.

You let out a sob, body convulsing at the piercing surge wrecking your entire being.

You exhaled while Oscar slowed down, relief easing back into the both of you. You blinked, gently moving yourself off of his cock, hissing at your sensitive folds.

Oscar immediately reached for you, pulling you into him, enjoying your bare skin on his. He breathed out, "That was.."

"Good?" You asked, eyes slightly concerned that you had teased him too much. Or perhaps your jealousy had gotten it's way.

Oscar chuckled softly at the worry in your voice, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Perfect," he murmured, "I'm thinking... maybe I need to get you jealous more often."

You frowned, giving him a pointed look as you hit his chest lightly. "That's not funny," you muttered, still narrowing your eyes despite the quirk of your lips saying something else.

Oscar grinned before softening his gaze. He rested his forehead on yours, looking directly at you. "I'm yours, okay? Only yours."

"I know." You smiled gently at his admission, the one you heard every other day and still relished. Raking a hand through his hair and whispered. "And I'm yours."

"At least you got some good photos out of it."

"Oscar!"

#mickyschumacher #formula 1 #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 x you #f1 imagine #f1 smut #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri smut #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri

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kentofu · 15 hours ago

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₊˚⊹ MEN WHO LAUGH WHEN YOU CRY ON THEIR COCK ₊˚⊹

a/n: i need to complete my assignments rn (T_T) but still I'm here... Sigh...

you’re sobbing, shaking, saying you can’t take anymore—and they’re laughing like you just told them a joke.

Gojo Satoru

“Ohhh, baby, are you crying already?” he coos, grin wide and smug as tears slide down your cheeks.

He wipes one away with his thumb, never stopping his thrusts—slow and grinding, like he’s savoring your collapse.

“Didn’t even go all out yet,” he chuckles, eyes glittering behind his blindfold. “You’re in trouble now.”

Sukuna Ryomen

He throws his head back and laughs—cruel and guttural—the moment you hiccup his name through tears.

“This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?” he snarls, hand gripping your throat while his cock bullies your insides.

“You’re crying, and yet you’re still so fucking tight. Disgusting little thing. I love it.”

Toji Fushiguro

A deep, low chuckle rumbles from his chest when your legs give out, face soaked and babbling.

“The hell are you crying for now?” he growls, pulling you back onto his cock with one brutal thrust.

“Thought you could handle me. Guess not. Don’t worry—I’ll train you right.”

Geto Suguru

It’s that low, amused chuckle that drives you insane—the one he lets out when you’re trying to form words but all that comes out are wrecked sobs.

“Sweet girl… you’re crying already?” he says, brushing your tears away with a mocking softness.

“Didn’t think I’d ruin you that fast. Or do you just like it when I break you?”

Shiu Kong

He smirks like the devil and leans down until your forehead touches his.

“Aw, are those real tears?” he purrs, thrusting up into you so hard your voice catches.

“Guess I found your limit. Let’s see how far past it I can push you.”

Bonus: Nanami Kento (very rare)

He doesn’t laugh. But that one time you cried while cumming so hard you collapsed in his arms?

He let out the softest, stunned chuckle against your shoulder—

"Didn't know I could make you fall apart like that."

He kissed your tears. But don’t worry… he did it again.

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ggidolsmuts · 18 hours ago

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Styling her hair in Doggy Style - Le Sserafim Sakura

*Hey, you do Chaewon's hair right?* Sakura texts you out of the blue.

*Not really?*

*Okay perfect, can you come by now? I asked Chaewon already and she said you're free* You look at the clock, it's 10 pm, what hairstyling would she need now? Maybe one of those late night photoshoots?

*Fine, just text me the location*

You show up at said location—it's an apartment building, a specific apartment, to be exact. You realize belatedly when you knock on the door that this is her apartment.

"Oh, you're here, come in!" Sakura greets you with a smile, dressed very casually in a cute singlet and gray sweatpants.

"You need me to style your hair... Here?" you ask, following her into her bedroom, her gaming PC glowing in RGB.

"Yes, I'll be taking some selfies, and I would like some... Messier hair."

"Messier hair?"

"Bed hair of a specific kind." Sakura already has her arms around your neck. "I think I sent my message before I finished writing it." You think you get her message loud and clear, hands holding her slim midriff and feeling her breath quicken.

"Oh did you? What did you want to say?"

"I asked Chaewon, and she said you're free to fuck me." The last word comes out as a hiss, barely getting out between her lips before you kiss her. Sakura is eager, and as you put a hand on her thigh she's already leaning backwards, allowing both of you to tilt and fall on to the bed. Quick kicks of her legs leave her naked from the waist down, and her hurried hands have you naked below the belt too.

"Hungry?"

"Starving." She has wrapped a hand around you, guiding you in already. You watch her throw her head back as you fill her, and resist the urge to leave a hickey on her neck—she had selfies to take after all. "I need my hair to be messy so..." She nips you on your lower lip, the sting like a whip to your senses, Sakura the rider to you, her stallion.

"Don't be gentle."

You spread her legs further, loving the whine she makes as you sink deep into her. Your hands plant on either side of her, and as you start thrusting the scene in front of you is perfect—Sakura's beautiful face watching your every move, expression reflecting every bit of pleasure she feels; her hands grip the sheets, wrinkling them as they twist and grab in sync with your hips; her legs dangle just out of your peripheral view, hungrily helpless, wanting nothing more than to wrap them around you, but unable to do anything except push against your arms.

"Mmmm!" There is a loud smack of flesh-on-flesh violence as your body meets hers, and Sakura's bed is up to the task of helping you bounce off her, allowing you to slam deep inside her on every thrust, pushing moans out of Sakura that she's never heard herself make.

"Kkura, I can call you that right?" You're leaning over her, hands in her hair, holding her possessively as you make her flexible, pushing her legs back until it's at her shoulders and she's feeling the burn. You won't overdo it though—you just need her to cum like this.

"Yes, yes you can, nngh!"

"Good, then fucking cum for me Kkura!" With a few more thrusts that stretch her in more ways than one she does just that, legs quivering as it washes over her. She releases a long drawn out moan, and she jerks powerfully, legs pushing away from you and up the bed. You slip out of her, slick still dripping off your shaft, but that was fine—it was time for another position anyways.

You flip Sakura on her front, and she has enough awareness to get on all fours, ass raised in the air. She grunts as you line yourself up behind her and slide in, so you give her a moment, but nothing else leaves her lips—she just came, yet not a word about slowing down or giving her a moment. You lean over her again, this time from behind, and with your hand on her head, you twist and make her face you, and all you see is desire, her thirst for messy hair unquenched.

Time for the stallion to ride the rider.

You grab Sakura's arms and pull, keeping her back arched as you begin to fuck her. The angle lets you get at her g-spot easily, and soon she's yelping, shouting as stars begin to burst behind her rolling eyes.

"Oh, oh fuck it feels so good!" After stretching her legs you really stretch her arms in this position, pulling on them hard as you crash into her with furious thrusts. Her head turns this way and that, bouncing and jangling as her neck struggles to keep up with the force and pleasure going through her body. You pull her upright against you, an arm around her tight tummy holding her there as you tilt her chin towards you—Sakura's drooling, eyes open but blank. She briefly focuses on you when you meet her eyes, but they quickly go blank again when you play with her clit, mind vacated by another orgasm. Sakura looks like a cat when you release your hold on her, only her hips still remaining off the bed as she crashes forward on to the mattress.

"Gonna cum soon," you warn as you pound Kkura's kitty from behind, the idol somehow still having the strength to push herself against you, giving you plenty to work with as you pound into her ass with satisfying claps of your body into hers. You stroke her messy hair, and as you tug on it slightly she tightens around you.

"Fuck Kkura, where!" This time you're a little more urgent, and you're the one stretching your limits dangerously.

"O-Outside, outside!" she gasps as you tug her hair on a particularly hard thrust, triggering another orgasm. You manage to pull out before she can suck you in, and with a loud groan of relief you unload your cum all over her back and ass, streaks of cum firing over her lower back and staining her top, splotches of white all over her cheeks, red and pink from the rough fuck.

With a sigh Sakura collapses on the bed, but she recovers with surprising energy.

"Ah, the selfies, quick, clean me up." She directs you to the tissues, and with a quick wipe she's sitting up, phone in hand as she quickly takes a couple, making sure that the fact she's bottomless is kept out of frame—she is truly a professional.

"Perfect," she says as she swipes through the shots.

"The hair, or the sex?"

"The hair of course. Chaewon's too nice to you, one good night and you think it's the perfect night?"

"Are you saying you need more nights to be sure?"

"Call it under evaluation. You stained my top so that's gonna hurt your score."

"Damn, remind me to take off your top next time."

"Yes, take notes. But my hair looked good, so don't worry too much about your score." As you get dressed you can't help but think that she's just messing with you—Sakura would look good regardless of her hair.

"Sure, whatever. I'll just go then?"

"Yeah, I won't see you out, just close the door behind you."

"Really?" You turn around to find Sakura still lying on the bed, blushing slightly.

"I don't think I can stand right now."

Top marks, for sure.

A/N: Just a quickie, saw that messy hair and had to write it as a followup to the previous Chaewon quickie, thanks for reading!

#smut #sss #le sserafim #sakura

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hvseung · 2 days ago

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open up (l.hs)

pairing: roommate!heeseung x f!reader

genre: smut

warnings: explicit smut, profanity, fingering, oral (f receiving), protected sex (🥳), minors DNI !

wc: 4.7k

🎵now playing: hush by the marias

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"Im assuming you're my new roommate." You spin around, almost dropping your coffee at the sound of the unexpected voice lurking behind you. A guy stood in the kitchen doorway with a lopsided grin and one hand resting on the frame. His voice had a warmth to it, like he was already trying to break the ice, but your eyes slowly grazed up and down his build.

He was tall; easily six-foot-something-and effortlessly good-looking in a casual, messy sort of way, with tousled dark hair and sharp features that probably turned heads everywhere he went. "I didn't hear you arrive last night?"

"I came in quite late," You sip your coffee. "I'm just glad I didn't wake you."

"I'm a pretty heavy sleeper - you don't have to worry about waking me up." He moves to walk beside to the kitchen island, leaning against the counter as he gives you a quick once over. "So, what's your name, then?"

"Y/N."

"Y/N..." a flicker of a smirk dances across his lips as he echoes your name almost immediately. He seems to be testing it out - like he's trying to see how it sounds coming from his mouth. "Y/N." He finally repeats, his eyes raking over your face.

"I'm Heeseung." He holds out a hand, waiting for you to take it. You clasp your hand around his. His grip is secure and steady, easily dwarfing yours as his fingers encircle your hand. As you shake, his eyes don't waver from yours; the lopsided expression hasn't faltered yet, if anything it's grown, his gaze seemingly drinking in your features.

You clear your throat, pulling your palms from his. He lets go of your hand just as quickly, a hint of a chuckle escaping his lips as he watches you pull away. "You're shy, aren't you?" He teases, his tone playful and light. "You're not going to be a very good conversationalist, are you?"

"Probably not no." You pull your lips into a thin smile, scratching softly at the back of your neck. "It's nothing against you though, I'm just not good at... talking."

A flash of a smile graces his face at your words, and he casually leans against the kitchen island, folding his arms over his chest. "Don't worry, I'll get you to open up to me eventually."

"I don't doubt that you will."

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Over the course of a few weeks, the pair of you had fallen into a pleasant routine. You had grown fairly comfortable with each other. Heeseung had somehow managed to coax you out of your shell and the two of you had an easy, friendly relationship now.

However, Heeseung seems to have grown into the habit of touching you. Nothing perverse or suggestive; it's all seemingly innocent. A hand on your shoulder to get your attention, a hand on your thigh as he squeezes past, a friendly pat on the back whenever he greeted you.

And it hadn't gone unnoticed... but you didn't mind either. It's not that Heeseung's touch is unwelcome - actually, you find yourself almost looking forward to these little touches and gestures that Heeseung seems to do without even thinking. They're all so nonchalant - it made you wonder if he treated everyone that way, or if you're the only one who got this special kind of attention.

"You're up late."

You look up from your laptop, pulling your glasses down to avoid the glare from the screen that's been burning your retinas for the past two hours. Heeseung stands in the living room doorway, clad in a grey shirt and sweatpants. His dark hair is a tousled mess, the kind of mess that somehow makes him look better, like he’d just stepped out of a dream. Which, ironically, he probably had.

"You're awake?" You ask, blinking the bleariness out of your eyes.

"Mhm. Can't sleep." He sighs.

"How come?"

Heeseung shrugs and sighs again as he walks over, taking a seat on the edge of your bed like it’s the most natural thing in the world. And maybe it is. He’s been doing that more often lately — just showing up like this, quietly making space for himself in the corners of your day... or night, apparently.

"Just too much on my mind, I guess. I usually have trouble sleeping." His gaze finally drifts over to you, lingering in that way it sometimes does. It’s not uncomfortable, but you still feel your stomach twist a little under the weight of it. "But it looks like you're busy."

"I'm never too busy for you." The words leave your mouth before you have the chance to overthink them, which is rare for you. But it’s true. In all honesty, Heeseung was the only new friend you'd made over the last few weeks since starting college. So if that meant taking a break to spare him of his troubles, you would do it. "Gives me a reason to take a break anyway."

"Well, I'd say spending some time with me is a pretty good reason." He leans forward slightly, peering over your shoulder to get a look at what's on your screen. You're very aware of how close he is: close enough to feel the warmth radiating off him, close enough to smell the faint scent of his cologne thats worn off during the day. "What’re you doing, anyway?"

"Assignment."

Heeseung reaches down to shut the laptop without even asking. A small, panicked part of you hopes everything just auto-saved, but you don’t stop him. You let him close the screen, like you're surrendering to a better offer. And honestly, you are.

"Alright," You nod, settling back slightly. "What’s preventing your beauty sleep?"

He pauses for a moment, mulling over the question. "It's just been a long week." His voice carries a weary note, something heavy and worn tucked between the syllables, but his tired smile never falters. "Nothing you need to worry your pretty head over."

Pretty? Your stomach churns a little. Did he mean that? Or was it something to say - easy, offhand? You smile softly, hoping to comfort him. "Is there anything I can do to distract you?"

"You're always distracting me"

You blink, tilting your head. "Whats that supposed to mean?"

"Oh come on.." He rolls his eyes, but there's no heat in it. Just that same tired smile. "You've got me all messed up."

You feel your heart climbing up your throat. For a second, you don’t say anything—just watch him. The way his eyes linger on you even when he’s trying to play it off, like it doesn’t matter. Like you don't matter. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

"It is." He huffs a breath of a laugh, his gaze dropping for just a moment before coming back to meet yours. "At least, it was supposed to be."

You raise an eyebrow. "Supposed to be?"

"You weren’t supposed to mean anything." He trails off. "But now I can't stop thinking about you."

He's so close now, you can feel the heat of him, the tension pulling taut between you. "And what if I said I’ve been thinking about you too?"

You barely finish the sentence before he closes the distance, his lips crashing into yours in a kiss that’s all heat and held-back longing. His hand cups your cheek, fingers trembling slightly—like he’s been waiting for this, aching for it.

At first, the kiss is frantic, but slowly, almost reluctantly, it softens. Heeseung presses closer, not to consume but to feel. His other hand finds your chin, tilting your face gently as if he's memorizing every angle, every breath. His thumb strokes your cheek with reverence, grounding himself in the moment.

Then, he pulls back, just enough to speak, his forehead resting against yours. "I think you should get some sleep."

You blink, stunned. After a kiss like that, he’s telling you to sleep? "What about you?"

"I'll be fine without sleep for one night."

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The next few days were silent between the two of us.

Not cold. Not awkward. Just quiet.

Heeseung still lingered in the same spaces you did—hovering near the kitchen counter when you made coffee, brushing past you in the hallway with a murmured “excuse me". Your eyes would still meet every now and then, but each time, he looked away first. He didn’t avoid you, not exactly.

At night, you replayed the moment over and over. The way his lips had moved against yours like he was afraid he’d never get the chance again. The tremble in his hand. The softness that had crept in, like he was trying to say something without words.

You wanted to ask him what the kiss meant. You wanted to demand why he kissed you like he needed you and then vanished behind silence.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you held onto the memory like a secret: the way he said, “I’ll be fine without sleep for one night.” like you were worth staying up for. Like you were worth something.

"He definitely wants you."

You give yourself a once-over in the mirror before scoffing, turning to face your best friend as she intricately curls her hair. "No he doesn't."

She turns over her shoulder, looking at you as if you were the most naive person in the world. "Come on, he kissed you. No guy does that if he's just looking for friendship."

"And he obviously regrets it." You mumble.

"You cant be serious right now? Are you-" She stops short when she sees the look on your face, softening her approach. "Is he gonna be at the party tonight?"

"Everyone is gonna be at the tonight." You reply, evasive.

"Then talk to him."

You sigh. "He wont even look at me."

She sets the curling iron down and walks over, placing her hands gently on your shoulders before sliding down beside you on the bed. "Okay, look. He’s an idiot." She wraps an arm around you. "But if he’s got half a brain, he’ll figure it out."

You nod, not quite convinced.

"And if he doesn't, I'll castrate him myself."

You laugh - genuinely.

"Now come on. Let's go get you some alcohol to drown your sorrows."

The party is in full swing by the time you both arrive. The house is packed; loud music and the smell of alcohol and sweat hanging heavily in the air. Bodies are pressed together, some dancing and some just trying to squeeze by.

You smiled on the outside—playing beer pong, throwing back shots and posing for selfies—but your gaze kept drifting to the door, to corners of the room he might be hiding in. You wondered if he had arrived yet, if he arrived before you, if he was even going to come at all.

Then you saw him.

Heeseung stood near the kitchen, half-leaning against the counter, drink in hand, talking to a girl you didn’t recognise. His hair was a little messy, like he’d run his hands through it too many times, and he was wearing that stupid black hoodie he always wears. For a second, you just watched. You couldn’t help it. That familiar knot in you chest tightened - nerves.

But you didn’t think. You just walked.

By the time you were in front of him, his eyes had already found you. He straightened up, the easy smile on his face faltering into something more guarded. You stopped just close enough for him to feel the tension radiating off you.

“You came,” you said, voice sharp but quiet.

“Yeah,” he said after a pause. “Didn’t think I’d see you here, honestly.”

You folded your arms, tilting your head just slightly. “Why? Because it’s easier when I’m not around?”

The girl he was with had caught wind of how this conversation could go, and decided it was better if she left. He looked down, his thumb tracing the rim of his cup. “Thats not- It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it like?” Your voice was steady, but your chest was tight. You were both definitely a bit too drunk for this conversation, but if it didn't happen now it was never going to. “Because you've been avoiding me ever since... you know."

You both stood there for a beat, surrounded by noise, but wrapped in your own silence.

Heeseung sighed, setting his drink down. “Can we talk? Somewhere quiet?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Let’s talk.”

You stepped outside, the hum of music and chatter fading behind you both as the door shut. The street was mostly empty, save for the occasional car passing by. Heeseung shoved his hands into his pockets and glanced at you, his jaw tense.

"So," you said. “Are you gonna pretend like nothing happened again?”

He flinched. “I’m not pretending.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” You gave a dry laugh. “You kissed me, Heeseung. And then you ghosted me all week. Not even a text.”

He raked a hand through his hair, frustrated. “I don't know what you want me to say.”

“Try starting with, ‘Sorry for being a dickhead’,” you snapped, then regretted the bite in your tone immediately. You softened. “I just… I thought it meant something to you. It did to me.”

He didn’t speak right away. Just looked at you, eyes dark and unreadable in the low light. Then, finally, he murmured, “It did. It does. That’s the problem.”

You blinked. “How is that a problem?”

He took a step closer, not touching you but close enough that you could smell the remnants of his cologne and whatever bitter drink he’d been nursing. “Because if it meant nothing, I could’ve moved on. But it meant something... and that scares the hell out of me.”

You felt your breath hitch, emotions swirling too fast to catch one cleanly. “So you avoided me because you were scared?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I didn’t want to mess it up. I didn’t know how to be around you after that night. Everything felt… different.”

“It was different,” you whispered.

He looked at you like he wanted to say something else — a hundred things, maybe — but instead he reached out, gently brushing your hand with his. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just didn’t know how to face it.”

You stared at his hand for a second before lacing your fingers through his. “Then face it now.”

He looked at you and then stepped in, closing the distance between you. “If I kiss you again,” he said, voice low, “I’m not running this time.”

You swallowed. “Then kiss me.”

He doesn’t wait for you to say it a second time.

Then his hands are on you, cupping your face and pulling you closer, his mouth claiming yours in a needy, heated kiss. The kiss was sloppy and uncoordinated - probably due to the alcohol that still lingered on both of your breaths... but neither of you minded.

Heeseungs hands dropped from your face and found their way to your hair, hid fingers curling with a light tug, coaxing a sound from the back of your throat.

"I cant stop thinking about you." He murmured between kisses "I tried not to but -" he bit your lowers lip, then soothed it with his tongue. "But I want to."

It wasnt long until he had you pressed up against the door of some random bedroom - your thighs wrapped around his waist and his body flush against yours.

His hands were everywhere - in your hair, against the back of your neck, then slipping beneath the fabric of your shorts, touching and caressing every inch of exposed skin he could find. He groaned against your mouth, the sound desperate and needy, his hips rocking into you.

You tip your head back with a soft whine, your fingers splayed across his shoulders to keep you steady. Heeseung groaned at the sound, his hips jerking forward as his movements grew a little desperate. One hand slid up to tug at your shirt. “Can I-” he started, his voice raspy then trailing off.

"Please."

He quickly rids you of the material, lip snug between his teeth before practically throwing you on the bed. His body blankets yours in an instant. He takes a moment to look at you in the mess of someone else's bed.

"So fucking pretty." He grasps your chin, cooing at you.

You whimper, hands reaching up to eagerly tug at his hoodie strings. "Let me see you..."

He groaned, sitting up to let you help him pull his hoodie off. No shirt underneath. Surprising. "Your turn."

"My shirt is off."

"I wasn't talking about your shirt." He leans down to kiss you again, his tongue slipping into your mouth. He shifts, snaking his hand teasingly down your stomach to unbutton your shorts. Once unbuttoned, he dips his hand under the waistband as his lips leave yours with a smug grin. "Can I?"

You nod fervently, canting your hips up in an invitation. He obliges, wasting no time in peeling them off, then pauses for a second, looking at the lacy underwear you had on. His favourite colour. "You couldn't possibly have worn those for anyone but me."

"Only you." You breathed out, shifting your thighs to hide the obvious wet patch in the middle of the beige material. He was affecting you more than you would like to admit... but thats what he wanted.

"Don't." He lets out a disapproving tut, pining your thighs apart at the knees. "I wanna see them before I ruin them."

His head dips down, placing a wet kiss on the lace. You bite your lip, practically clenching around nothing - and you were sure he had noticed.

"I could just leave you here." His tongue runs along the fabric, pressing against you in just the right way. You whined, thighs twitching softly. "with these soaked panties of yours."

"No! Don't, please." You shake your head desperately. This was humiliating - you weren't one to beg. Usually.

He chuckled, the vibrations doing wonders on your sensitive core. He pressed another kiss, this one lingering and purposeful. He hums, gently pushing your legs together and watching the soaked fabric bunch between your folds. "Are you gonna be a good girl for me?"

"Yes."

"Good." He pushes your sticky lace to the side. He didn't wanna take them off - he wanted to eat your pussy whilst you wore his favourite shade of beige. He didn't waste any time either, leaning down to press an open-mouthed kiss against your clit. His tongue runs in a lazy circle, slow and sensual.

You gasp, almost a sigh of relief as you feel the heat pool in the bottom of your stomach. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling ever so gently.

He hums against you. He's always been weak for a firm hand in his hair, and he definitely didn't mind you using that against him right now. And then in one fluid movement, he's wrapping his arms around your thighs, pulling your legs over his shoulders and holding you in place.

He groaned against flesh, the sound sending little sparks up through your spine. He continued to kiss your sweet little cunt, lapping and slurping at your clit like it was his favourite meal, fingers pressing into your thighs so hard you were sure you would see remnants of his fingerprint in the morning.

You moan louder, causing him to cover your mouth gently. A warning. You were both aware of the party still going on downstairs - and whilst the music was loud enough to cover you both, if someone got close enough they would definitely hear you.

His grip on your thighs tightens, blunt nails digging crescents into the back of your knees. Your thighs are clenching around his face, desperate for more - possibly something a bit bigger. He sucks your folds into his mouth, swirling his tongue around before pulling off with an obscene ‘pop’.

You were an absolute mess, moaning and breathing heavily against the palm of his hand. You were trying your very best to stay quiet, but he was making it so difficult. But you were making it difficult for him too.

He moves his palm away from your mouth, just to shove two fingers in instead. "Suck."

You moan around them, sucking on the digits instinctively, your tongue swirling and coating them in strings of saliva. He could feel your walls clench around nothing, and he can’t help but be a tease. "That should keep you quiet."

He purses his lips, watching a glob of spit fall from his mouth and slide down between your folds. He bites his lip, a low grumble emerging from the back of his throat. And then he’s burying his face in you again, pressing his tongue flat against your clit and taking it into his mouth, flicking the tip of his tongue over the sensitive spot relentlessly.

You feel the heat swirling in your belly, a pool of sweet pressure that feels so good, but not quite enough to push you over the edge. You clench your thighs around his head, arching your back desperately. A frustrated whine tumbles from your lips, muffled by his fingers. "Please-"

Your thighs are shaking, tears have spilled over your cheeks, but he’s still going. He could probably make you cum untouched like this - maybe he should, just to make you even more of a mess. But he's feeling kind.

He pulls off, giving you that insufferable smirk over glistening lips. He pulls his fingers from your lips and drags a finger through your folds, gathering your slick on the digit before plunging it past your entrance.

"Look at you, making a mess all over my fingers" he coos, pushing a second one in and watching it disappear with ease. You're clenching around his digits so desperately, and it makes him wonder if this is just a product of all those weeks of denied tension, or if you would have always been this desperate for him. "Such a whore..."

He curls his fingers in a way that has your toes curling, a strangled moan leaving your lips. Heeseung is past caring who hears you now. In fact, he hopes someone hears you.

"There you go- taking me so well" he coos once again. "Just like I knew you would." He pushes another finger in, rocking them with a torturous pace. His tongue finds your clit again, rolling over it gently to bring out more moans from your mouth.

"M'gonna cum seungie." You mewl, clenching desperately.

But he laughs - a cruel laugh. He pulls his head up, retracting his fingers and leaving your desperate folds empty. "No you're not." He says in mock sympathy, watching your eyes widen in protest.

"No! I was so close!" You sob out a whine. You were absolutely ruined - yet you knew this was nothing compared to what was coming next.

He stands up, undoing the button of his pants. They drop to the floor, and he’s left standing in nothing but a pair of black boxers - the same black boxers he was wearing the morning you met. You could tell from the distinctive waistband that was peeking out of his sweats as he greeted you.

Looks like you weren't the only one with purpose in your underwear choice. Maybe it's because deep down you both knew you would have ended up in this situation by the end of the night.

He pushes his boxers down, finally letting himself spring free. He's hard, leaking and clearly grown tired of waiting. Your stomach churned at the mere size of him. He reaches into his jeans pocket, pulling out a shiny gold wrapper.

"Prepared, were you?" You pant.

He rolls the condom over himself before throwing the wrapper in the bin. He grabs your thighs and hooks them over his hip - lining himself up with your eager entrance. "You're not gonna cum until I say you can. Understood?"

"Y-Yes" you choke out, already feeling him teasing your entrance and making your stomach pool. "Yes, sir."

Sir. He liked the sound of that. He clutches your hips, forcing you onto your stomach before guiding himself into you. You feel the stretch - not too much after the preparation, but it was more than enough to make you whine. He reaches forward, his fingers gently curling around your neck.

"Look at you taking me so well…” He hums softly, letting out a strained groan as he bottoms out. You clench around him, unable to hold back the breathy moans that escape your swollen lips.

He pauses, breathing harshly and grounding himself a little. Then he’s snapping his hips forward, driving himself so deep you swear you can taste him in the back of your throat. You gasp, your hands flying up to grasp at the sheets beneath you. He’s not gentle anymore, now grabbing your hips and shoving his cock into you like it’s all your good for.

"Fuck!" A moan rips from your chest. You could feel every inch of him; every vein as he filled you in deliciously.

"You like that, huh?" he grunts. He smacks your butt, making you jolt. "You like taking my cock like a good girl?"

"Yes sir

" You moan, managing to muster up a few words.

His grip of your throat tightens a fraction, making your back arch. It's not hard enough to hurt, but enough to feel a little light headed. Your stomach coils. "M'so close."

His hands move to the back of your thighs, shoving one up so your knee is pressed up towards your chest. "Not yet."

The new angle has him brushing against your sweet spot, hitting even deeper than you thought was possible. You were absolutely sure he had teared through your cervix at this point.

Heeseung was far from quiet now too, his grunts turning into deep moans. You turn over your shoulder. He looks wrecked; his hair sticking to his forehead and his head thrown back. If you weren't in the position you were in, you would have taken this time to admire him.

Your eyes rake over his body - the way his thighs tense, the beads of sweat rolling down his collarbone. You’re drunk on it - him, like his touch has turned you into an addict.

"You're so fucking pretty" He pulls you up by your throat, pressing his chest against your back as he kisses you desperately. You reach forward, using the headboard as leverage to push your hips back against his.

"That's it, princess" he groans, his voice almost wavering. "Just like that."

He almost stills his hips, letting you take charge as you forcefully shove yourself down on his length. Your movement is sloppy and messy, but he doesn't mind - can't mind, not when you feel this heavenly around him.

He moans, his hand coming up to cradle your cheek with such gentleness that it could have come from a different person if you didn’t know better. "My pretty girl, mmh?”

Your thighs shake as you try so hard not to cum; waiting for his signal like you promised you would. "Please... let me cum."

He debated denying you just once more, but his orgasm was approaching faster than he would have liked to admit. "Cum for me... make a mess of me baby."

And you didnt need to be told twice. You threw your head back against his shoulders as you shoved yourself down on him once more before finishing on his cock. You moan loudly, white-hot pleasure completely taking over you as he grasp the headboard to ground yourself. And like a chain reaction, Heeseung pulled you closer and moans lowly as he finishes too, filling up the condom.

"Holy shit." You whine as he pulls out, watching as your juices run onto the bedsheet below. You felt bad - for ruining someone else's bedsheets... but you didn't have the energy to care much.

"That was amazing." He sighs, kissing your cheek before gently manoeuvring you to lay down on the bed before lying next to you. He wrapped his arm protectively around you, kissing your forehead.

"Hopefully you're not gonna ghost me until I have to confront you. Again." You huff.

"Not a chance."

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xylatox · 3 days ago

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Laurel Hell || lhs

I am back to reading another lissie’s fics >< my first fic from her was ironically another hee fic (major motion picture [i hope i remembered the name correctly!]) which left me in shambles so im pretty excited to read another one (thank you quiz for sending me here). Anyways lol, unto my thoughts (❁´◡`❁)

Starting off strong by listening to the playlist too (i tried my best to ignore the songs to feel the full surprise for part 2)

Immediately i love that the first song is Valentine, Texas and the memory mc has with Heeseung has been on Valentines ugh. I loved the prologue it was so sweet, i love that this sets the tone for their relationship

your hands rested on top of your stomach, feeling a little bulge that was not there a month ago. his ice americano contrasts with your hot jasmine tea as you sit across from each other. years upon years of history went on pause for this moment. for a truce that you are proposing.

Oh we are getting right into the pregnancy trope oh my god i wasnt mentally prepared. Also seeing their rivalry throughout the years is p intense; they always do say love and hate are on opposite sides of the same coin, no? I know they dont like hate each other like that but you get what i mean~

“don’t lie to me, (y/n).” his head pulls back from your crook as you watch his bangs faltering from the hard pounding to his mattress. “god, you’re so fucking hot when you’re under me.”

Insane words for a rival to say Heeseung

Oh this is a visual. I also love how you incorporate the flashback in between their conversation, thats so cool

your palm is now against your forehead, brushing against your face as it trails down when you let out a groan, “you’re trying to make a rivalry on taking care of this baby…” you let out your guess as heeseung lets out his signature smirk and a voiceless ‘bingo’.

???? Heeseung sweetheart are you okay?

Why does Hee so casually say hes gonna be a dad wtf 😭

“i do you one better, seung.” jeongin said as heeseung lifted his eyebrows at him, tilting his head.

“my mom is an ob-gyn doctor.”

I cant lie this caught me off guard and I laughed

“or another queen. i have two queens at home.” yujin filled in as you gave off a smile with the implication. but then the kids started to bicker with each other as you looked around the room once again.

This is such a subtle but cute inclusion. Also when all the kids either hugged her or asked questions??? Im soft. I also love how accommodating her friends are for her new diet. Also Hee seinding veggies :(((( like ikhes thinking of it as a rivalry but its so cute

“you gotta have to let us meet this (y/n) noona. i bet she’s pret-“

“go back to your place, riki-kun. jake’s calling for you.”

I giggled

“congratulations to you both!” she replied as she continued to move the transducer around, making you and heeseung realize that there’s a fetus inside you, but not just one.

“TWINS?!”

Oh. my. God. I speculated from the way the mc referred to them but having it confirmed is insane.

I love that their families are just happy??😭thats comforting

“we did the ultrasound two weeks ago. so it’s week 12 now.” heeseung cuts you off as she gazes back at her son.

May be bare minimum but its so cute that hes attentive.

“we have also discussed that (y/n) will try the normal route with water birth and if she can’t handle it, she’ll be going with cesarean. we could also do an appointment every two weeks as both of you are students now, but it is best if you come so you can understand each process as she is entering the second trimester.”

Seeing cesarean scares me <//3

pushing one side of your upper body, you cup onto heeseung’s cheek as he leans up to connect your lips. your shoulder is pushing down against the ground as heeseung’s grip on your hand tightens, making it steady as you can hear his muffled hum from your kiss. your fingers curl to hold yourself up better before you feel his other hand reach for your waist and push you down so you both lay on the side.

SCREAMING LISSIE HELLO

Loved part one! It was a lovely setup for part 2 i think (which im nervous for). Excited to see what part 2 brings!

part 1

cast: heeseung ✗ fem.reader (ft. the peeps, enhypen, and other idols)

synopsis: when you told your long-term rival and latest hook-up, heeseung, that you are pregnant with his child; you didn't expect said topic to be involved in your rivalry!

genre: romantic comedy, slice of life, coming-of-age, slow burn, drama, rivals since childhood to [redacted], college/university au, pregnancy au, future parents au, fluff, angst, mature content (explicit smut)

word count: 24198 (24.2k) out of 60550 (60.5k)

warning(s): pregnancy (what did you expect?), so many curse words!, description of explicit sex (in a flashback sense), rough sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, manhandling, vomiting, mention of drugs (marijuana, alcohol), mention of blood, dark humor (if there is something that i forgot, let me know)

message of the moon: remember that this story is fiction and do be careful and read the warnings at the top. all the idols mentioned here are not what they are in real life.

first fic of 2024! i've ideated this since like 2022 and it's here what the heck!! this is part 1 of 2 of a 57k-58k word count one-shot (yes, this is supposed to be a one-shot) but tumblr hates me so i have to divide it into two. thanks for the 200+ notes on the teaser/character intro and i hope you enjoy it!

soundtrack (spoilers for part 2!) | part 2 | epilogue

prologue: a town called valentine

it was valentine 2002 when you and heeseung first met. well, if you consider babies who can’t even talk to each other will know of each other. you have to thank both of your moms for that—getting pregnant around the same time and giving birth in the same year as well.

but the earliest—vivid—memory you have of him was on valentine 2005. you hid behind your mama’s leg as she talked with someone: another adult. you glance around the outside space you’re in, the plants and pathway unknown to you as mama can see your eyes wander with your tiny mouth agape when you look past the other adult to recognize the widening door right beside them. you heard your mother giggling with the other person as they converse about something your 4-year-old mind wouldn’t be able to understand.

“(y/n) sweetie! say hi to auntie.” your mama caresses your hair with her hand as she guides you to stand beside her, her hands moving behind your small set of shoulders before you. the small hands reached for one of hers, holding it tight as you stood beside her.

“hello…” you looked up to meet a beautiful woman. her eyes are wide as they remind you of the mother deer you last saw when you watched bambi with mama and papa. and you can feel a ticklish feeling inside you as you watch her eyes smiling softly at you. as she smiles at you softly.

“hello (y/n)! you’ve grown so much since i last met you.” her hands give a wave, making you raise your hand up as you mirror her while you pick up your mama’s chuckle. the lady moves back, extending her arm as you see a clean hallway full of photos on one side and a cabinet full of shoes on the other. some of them looking similar to your own shoe size.

“please come inside. i’ve set the toys so she can play with them if she wants.” the lady—well, auntie—said as your mama guided you inside with her trailing behind. sitting on the hidden seating area by the cabinet, she helps you take off your shoes before opening her hands to let you hold them. she lets you walk in front as both of you enter a big room with a sofa in front of a television. as per told by mama every time you enter someone’s home: sit down beside mama or papa as you waited for the homeowner to guide you next. the back of the sofa is too tall for your height now and you let your hand graze against the side of the soft sofa when you encounter a large mat laid in between the sofa and the screen.

your brain tingles when you find a few toys you can name—like the ones you own back home—while a few of them you don’t recognize at all. eyes on the toys, you throw away whatever your mama has told you and tug her hand to let her know the existence of them. looking up, she looks down at you, glance at the pile of toys left behind, and gives nods, making you grin as you both sit on the playmat. your eyes immediately look at blocks stacked shaping like a house; its triangle roof, square walls, four windows, and door makes you easily imagine it. you crawl towards it and the box beside it, finding the other blocks left behind as you pull some of them out to make your own little house. as you slowly stack up the blocks—hearing the sound of wood tapping against each other—you heard the sound of giggling coming from behind the sofa.

“sorry, he just finished taking a bath.” auntie said to your mom who was behind you, walking closer to the sofa as you turned your head to face her. that’s when you see another person walking into the room with a small pitter-patter heard behind them. the steps are getting louder and louder as you see a small figure enter the room, walking towards the person laughing. the person wipes his face with his small hand before pausing, turning his head to you.

“hi heeseung!” you heard your mama say as the boy’s laugh slows down and he looks at you and your mama. auntie, who now looks more like the bigger version of the boy, steps in to help him move and sit down beside you. you see him crouch down as you can see his face clearer. yet, his eyes wander on the house made of blocks—his house—and the house you’re making; wider by one block than his.

“that’s (y/n). you were too young to remember but auntie and i always bring you two to playdates since you’re not even one year old. she’s the same age as you.” you heard auntie say as you felt your mama help you to scoot closer. his hand reaches for the box of blocks as you place the final block on your house while he’s pulling out more blocks. you look at the boy’s action as you feel mama, with her larger hand, holding onto your smaller one. your palm is now open as you see heeseung was told to do the same by his mom, putting away the blocks on the mat. your hands meet each other as you say your name. mama helps in closing your fingers, wrapping your hand in his as he follows.

“my name is (y/n).” the boy’s hand also uses the same force when you shake it. both women let go of their children’s hands as both of your little hands are floating, connected, and shaking. your eyes meet his as he looks back at the two houses made of blocks.

“my name is heeseung.” he smiles.

1. stay soft, silly

the way the corner of his mouth twitches makes you think outside of the plan you are executing now, nearly done in telling him what he needs to know.

“and they’re mine?” heeseung sounded. your eyebrows folded, looking down at the swollen part beneath your stomach as you pouted your lips, holding back your giggling as you glanced back at him.

“i haven’t had sex with anyone this past month besides you. so, yeah. the baby is yours.”

it’s funny, you see. with the amount of carefulness you and your friends have taught you of the college hook-up culture you got roped into, you never expected to hook up with your rival. yet tension does what tension does, and it snaps as you both stumbled to kiss each other.

when it comes to your “relationship” with heeseung, the closest to a positive one was when you were in kindergarten, as you’ve known him before by the amount of playdates both of your mothers set up.

little did they know that one time at a playground during one of those playdates, you were left alone to play with your sandcastles as heeseung ventured to play with the other boys, running around the sandpit playing tag and how you see the familiar little jeans pants walks in front of you, knocking the castle down and flying the specks of sand to your face with your slower reaction speed—because of your younger age—not making you close your eyelids quicker. your eyes watering as you wail out, getting the attention of your mama but not the jean-wearing boy’s attention as you hear his mom telling him to stop. apologizing is simple for your younger self, just a plain “sorry” is okay. but when lee heeseung—who you consider your friend at that time—said “sorry” with a grin on his face, you caught onto the impression that he was not sorry at all.

at age 7, you came back from the cafeteria to your class to find heeseung and his gang of boys pulling on a girl’s hair, the familiar sadness showing on her face as you caught her eyes. you’ve known that they’ve played “dirty” and have been teasing other girls in your class before—just not you, which is strange in itself. with a tense set of hands, you push the boys away with your might and stand in between them, helping the girl who cowers behind you. you look down to watch heeseung on the floor, teeth showing and face crunched as he sees the scratch from when you pushed him near his elbow.

“what was that for?”

“to stop you. she doesn’t like it.”

one of his boys helps to pick him up on his feet as you can see him limping. your arms still wide as you protect the girl as best as you can. he pushes his sweaty bangs off his face as you can define the same gaze he had given you when you were 5 at the playground, now fiery. and you exude the same thing with your glare as you see the other boys helping carry him out to the nurse's office, his eyes staying on yours as you feel the girl’s hand holding you back from not walking after him again.

stickers become score markers as you and he tried to compete to get the most out of them, which comes with being nice and clever during classes. you were 10 when you had the same class as him once again, having to compete to be the quickest when raising your hands. but also the lowly giggles you give each other as you both realize just how wrong each other’s answers that comes with the teasing annoyance. it also comes in gym class as the teacher divided you up into different teams during team games—basketball being the most competitive as you are familiar with it. heeseung doesn’t hesitate to run towards you if you have a ball and try to dribble it across the court, pulling it as you try to pass it to your teammate, resulting in a tug-of-war where you both just don’t want to let it go. even with the whistling from the teacher as one teammate gets a hold of it to continue the game, you instead continue to have a screaming match with him.

it continues through middle school as you remember him not hesitating with his power to slam his dodgeball at your stomach during another gym class, making you curl up on the floor as your friends help you to the nurse's office, hearing him screaming “that’s what you get from stealing my lunch” as you remembered the taste of the chocolate bread you pick up from his tray yesterday. at high school as you and him argue in front of the vice principal about each of your club’s fundings, him with his basketball club who is already so successful with their winnings money that they can’t seem to let go to help other clubs who are staying afloat. even with your school having pride in the basketball team and other sports club achievements—making it a staple for the students to watch at least one game during their high school years. you never went to one as you rather babysit your neighbor’s kid for money than watch heeseung’s smug smile as he won another mvp trophy for that tournament.

when college came and you got into hybe uni as a business major, you didn’t expect to see heeseung on campus. you’ve known that since he focuses more on basketball in middle school, you are winning when it comes to academics. but when his smirking face tells you he got into hybe with a full scholarship because of basketball, your heart plummets into the fathoms. you were glad that he’s not in the same faculty as you, but the college environment is so small that your acquaintances recognize each other. you can’t seem to stay away from him who still has his smart for balancing his gpa and non-academic activities.

so when your lips met his own as you sobered up after having the party busted by the police, your mind is telling you to out-better him in lust and pleasure.

“who can make each other cum the most? never thought of you as that filthy, (l/n)”

the grip of his hair on your hand tightens as he trails his own to get a grip of yours. both of your heads now straight as you can’t look away from each other even if you want to.

“i take that you’re saying that because you don’t know how to make girls cum with your dick, lee.” you chuckled. heeseung’s gaze is still meeting yours as he pushes your head forward, making your forehead touch his as he mumbles something only you can hear.

“i know i can make you cum on my dick just by the way you’re clenching your thighs, baby. how do we tally the score?”

“start a kiss on the lips when you know you can’t hold back?”

“deal.”

“by the way, who won?” heeseung asked, leaning his body forward on the table as you peer down at his position from you, holding yourself as you stretch your back to help with the pain.

“how many times did you cum? and don’t fucking lie.”

heeseung’s bed is rocking beneath you as he folds you up in half, your knees on either side of you as he pounds into you. gasps fall out of your mouth as you pull on his hair, something you realize he likes after the amount of groan coming out of him from when you tug him. praises come out of your mouth as you try every method you can to turn him on first; to make him cum first. but the way he is pushing down on your abdomen makes you clench harder.

“look at how you’re clenching onto me. you’re close, aren’t you?” he whispered as you felt the breeze blowing onto your saliva-stained neck you are certain had hickeys on it. heeseung had to remind himself that he couldn’t kiss your lips, no matter how delectable they were, changing to kissing your neck.

“n-“ you moan as heeseung’s hand traces down to grip your ribcage, pulling you closer to him so he could find another angle to reach you deeper, pleasuring you both in return. “no.”

“don’t lie to me, (y/n).” his head pulls back from your crook as you watch his bangs faltering from the hard pounding to his mattress. “god, you’re so fucking hot when you’re under me.”

“fuck, just like that.” you retaliate with your own dirty talk, hands holding his waist so he could stay longer in your cavern as you grip him. but when you sense his breath against your skin, nose upon nose touching, the grip on his waist trails up as you cup his face. nodding your head as you feel him getting faster, you pull his head down and make his lips meet yours. you bit your bottom lip as your muffled moans vibrated between the two of you. your body giving up for a moment as he continued to thrust into you, making you let go as you let out a silent scream when you felt the moist gushing against him inside you. heeseung’s lips are unhesitant to kiss between your eyebrows as your body calms down from shaking, eyes rolling back to their original place as you continue to caress his cheekbone before a surge of energy comes back to you. you push him to the side, placing him down on the mattress as your hands grab both of his wrists to rest beside his head.

“i can feel you twitching inside me, hee. i know you’re close,” you said as you bounce on his lap, feeling the way your essence fell out and how much slick is on his penis because of you. as you have the upper hand, you decide to tease him by falling on him slower than the pace you have familiarized, making his wrists flinched under your hold as you click your tongue.

“you like how my walls are sucking you?”

“fuck, yes,” he mumbled under his breath.

“yeah..?” you replied as you leaned forward, making heeseung reach up to kiss your areola as best as he could.

“come on. you don’t wanna cum again?” heeseung asked in such a whiny voice that makes you snicker at how needy he has become. you decide to continue your teasing when you trail your nose along his face as you give a tiny kiss underneath his earlobe where you see the hickey you made on his clavicle. you move your hips so slowly as you feel how he becomes more erect even when he’s inside you.

“you’re the one who denies it yourself. i’m currently helping you here.” you poke your tongue and trace down his adam’s apple to his chest, reaching his nipple and giving it a suck. heeseung’s hip shoots up into you as he wants to take control. your hand moving closer to his palm with the grip that is getting loose as he pushes both his arms to let go of your hold. yet, you pull them back up as you reposition your fingers to interlock with his, withholding what he wants to make you move faster as he thrusts up into you.

you stare at how his doe-like eyes are begging for you after the number of times you have hated and feared the same eyes. how it glistens with tears because of how uncooperative you are even with your pace getting faster. with that, you lean forward as you stretch his hands and place them on your moving hips, letting them go so he can grip it hard as he tries to chase that feeling once again. you drape yourself above him as his blown-out eyes stare right at yours, his orange fiery flame meeting your own blue.

leaning forward more as you sensed one of his hands resting on your back, you brush away his hair that is sticking on his forehead as you whispered the death blow.

“you can cum in me-“

he leans up to connect your lips with his as you understand the signal, making your hips help to stimulate him more. his tongue flicking out and even wetting the skin around your lips as he moans out your name, letting out an exhale as your forehead is on his.

“want to breed you…” he whispered as you nodded, knowing just how much you like cum staining your walls as you give him a peck.

“breed me then.”

as he spoke to you about when he cums in your walls cowgirl style, you couldn’t help but snicker at the memories of his newly known breeding kink and your own creampie kink makes the resulting bun in your oven, making him flick your hand as you stare at him.

“that’s one for you and one for me- what are you thinking?” the way his voice pitches up at the end of the question makes you giggle even more.

“i swear-“ you lean forward as you realize the stage you are in, “the way our kinks create them,” you point down to your stomach.

“with the way your body shivers when i cum in you,” he said as he also leans forward. “i knew you like it. but i didn’t realize how feral you got because of that.”

“how feral we got, heeseung. fucking correct that.”

“oh fuck!” you moaned out into the mattress as heeseung held your hips up when he thrusts back into you from behind. you can sense how every time he pounds into you, his release is coming out alongside him as the wet clapping noises penetrate even the sound of both the cricketing bed frame and both of your moans. his hand goes up to your head and pulls your hair as the other pushes against your stomach, making you bend back towards him as the moans you let out of your mouth are clearer. his lips sucking another hickey onto your shoulder as you lean your head back on him to widen his access. your hands gripping onto both of the hands that are now resting on your abdomen and one on your breast, respectively.

“who can make you feel like this?” the question triggering you right away.

“y-you.”

“say my name, baby,” he said as he kissed your cheeks, making you turn your head towards the side as you opened your eyes to meet his, continuing to pleasure you into oblivion.

“heeseung…”

“go on.” he squeezed your flesh and you bit your bottom lip.

“heeseung!”

the hand on your abdomen leaves to crawl to your nub as your free hand reaches up to his nape, letting you connect your lips with his as best as you can. your body doing gymnastics before it is overcome by your second wave of cum when heeseung stops and twist your upper body to connect both of your lips fully. with his hands enveloping you, you push both of your body down as you let him spoon you.

grinding your hips against him, you reached down to gather both your cums as you give it a lick, making heeseung groan as he helps you push against him. “fuck, (y/n), how are you still so tight?”

“only for you-“ you reply as you shift away, just wanting to kiss heeseung, but then you remember the rules. with your shoulder, you push heeseung so he lays back on the bed as you lie on top of him. your knees folding so you can put your heels on the mattress as you lift yourself up and down on his shaft. you push your hands against is so you can sit and let you see the messiness yourself: both of your thighs are now covered in whiteness as you continue, realizing how sticky your skins are against each other. instead of letting you observe the messiness, heeseung pulls your upper body back to his as he also folds his knees and pushes his heels to the bed, thrusting upwards and making the pace quicker.

both of your moans combine with each other as he rests his arms around your midriff so you can’t move away from him. your head tilts to look behind you at the way heeseung is closing his eyes. as the point of your nose touches his skin, he doesn’t hesitate to turn to you and brought your lips onto his as he gives a few sputtering thrusts before you felt him cumming in you once again, making you fuller than ever.

“and that’s another two for each of us,” you replied as heeseung let out a snicker.

“still a tie, huh?”

“yeah, but we decided on a tiebreaker, right?” he responded with a hum.

with how sweaty, sticky, and tired you both are, you decide to do a tiebreaker with you sitting on his lap in a lotus position. your breath meeting his as both of you work in tandem (with a little burst exerted once in a while) to make any of you cum first and declare to be the winner of this messed-up game you made. heeseung licks the skin below your neck and plays with your breasts as you let your fingers experiment with his nipples and the way your nails scratch against his back muscles. you know that both of you are exhausted because the only sound that comes out is the small moans and whines left over. you looked down to see the messy environment you made between both of your crotches, making you scoop it up as you lift your cum-covered forefinger to your mouth, sucking it in, before pulling heeseung’s head so you can let him taste both of you.

his wide eyes glance up at you as he puts on a show to make you turn on more, swirling his tongue around your middle finger as the hand that was holding your shoulder blade reaches to your face, making his thumb pressing against your bottom lip so you can suck it. your hips grind on him faster, bouncing a few times, as both of your moans are muffled by both of your fingers. pulling your finger back, a string of saliva connected it and his lips as you cup his cheek. heeseung bites his lip as he pulls the thumb out to see your swollen lips. as you stare at each other—thinking back to the past few hours that have gotten you here in this position—you sense something strange within you. something so unfamiliar when you stare at him than the other moments you blatantly glare towards him. with the way he glances around your face as he connects your forehead with his, you recognize he might have sensed the same things too.

you don’t remember who is the first one to reach out, but as both of your lips connect, you let yourself envelop him as he did you. both of you not stopping and helping each other out as both of you cum in quick succession. not letting go of each other’s lips as you both pull away slowly; looking at the string of saliva connecting both of you as you stare at each other.

“we don’t need to discuss that.”

“no, we don’t,”

both of you replied right after the other as you see heeseung looking away from you to glance at the window beside the table. you glance at the condensation forming on the glass of his americano before glimpsing towards the booth where he sat. a duffle bag beside his backpack; you guess it will be for his basketball practice, it is near the college basketball season after all. but as you glance up at the man himself—you notice how different he has been since you were children. the way he muscled up and the baby fat on his face sheds away from the amount of sports he has to consume weekly. but, with all the invisible scars you both inflicted on each other from then until now, you weigh in just how ridiculously complex your relationship is that you don’t know if he wants to agree with it or not.

“well, now that you know…” you started, rubbing your hand against your sweater paws, “you don’t have to contribute to their life.”

heeseung hums, turning back to look towards you with confusion written on his face.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to get involved in taking care of them. it’s hard enough to be a senior-year college student, let alone raising a baby. it’s my choice to keep them, so i have to take responsibility for that.” you grabbed the now lukewarm cup of tea as you take a sip from it, placing it gently on the small plate as you continued with, “especially knowing how complicated we are.” you use your forefinger to point between him and you.

the man’s face is hard to read. he jutted his lips, biting the inside of his cheek as you see him blink whilst looking towards you, trying to get a read on you as well. being 8 weeks pregnant, you just wanted the meeting to end because you have all the other things you need to organize: telling the girls about your pregnancy diets and symptoms, telling the university about them and maybe they could give you leeway with the tests and studies, setting up appointments for with the ob-gyn and the doula of your choice, and telling your parents.

your parents who knew heeseung’s parents.

this will be awkward as fuck to experience.

“and i wish we could have a truce for the next 40 weeks.” you said, already with an exasperated voice that seemed to even surprise heeseung. “with this lifelong rivalry going on and how both of us doesn’t even want it to stop, please just… give me a slack to take care of them as best as i could.”

when you expected heeseung to reply with an okay—knowing your status as an expecting mother to at least give you some slack—you were met with a piercing gaze instead. how he looks between your face and your hidden stomach behind the table. he rests his hand on the table when you watch him considering something, and you didn’t even fucking guess he will do what he does.

“no.”

“what?”

“no. there’s no truce.” he leans forward, recognizing the gaze in his eyes as you just want to punch it out of his face for even thinking about what he’s thinking.

“no fucking way you’re thinking about this.”

“why not, (y/n)? think you can’t take care of yourself enough for the baby?”

“how? they’re in me, heeseung.”

“by giving them good nutritious food, interacting with them, i don’t know. but i know from knowing you for years that you can’t take care of yourself, knowing you have three other roommates-“

“you also have three other fucking roommates. sheesh.” you shake your head as you lean back. “anything for the baby has to go through me first, you know? i can deny it if i want.”

“then we can argue who’s right. they’re my baby too and i have the right to be involved even if you don’t want to.” your phone vibrates after heeseung’s brash reply as you see the silent alarm of your next schedule of the day. you tug the strap of your bag to your shoulder and gulp the rest of your tea.

“whatever, i have another thing to do.”

“does it involve the baby?”

“no. unless you wanna join my research class.”

you stood up from the booth as you straightened your sweater down, making heeseung glance at your abdomen before looking back at your face. “just so you remember: i’m doing this for the baby, not you.”

rolling your eyes, you flip him the bird as you walk away from him to your only class of the day, making heeseung let out a strangled smile.

“what the- what do you mean?”

the game continues as the other three guys look towards heeseung who is obliterating them with his king dedede, the sound of the fighting comes from the tv of their living room apartment as his fingers nimbly move on the switch controller, making the other three characters fly from the platforms as the familiar “game!” announcement calls.

the boys are sitting in various ways; beomgyu and jeongin are on the floor and jimin is beside him. the soundtrack of the super smash bros ultimate is playing in the background as heeseung smiles.

“i’m gonna be a dad.”

jeongin, the closest to the main port of the switch, quits the game as beomgyu lets out another loud shout—outside of the game—and jimin, who is sitting besides him, shakes his body with outstretched arms.

“BROOO!” beomgyu rubs his hand across his long hair as he faces heeseung fully, who is regretting not recording the reaction of his best buddies about this.

“how does heeseung, who doesn’t even like hooking up, get someone pregnant?” jimin asks to himself but also to the others as jeongin now stands in front of him, shielding the tv from his sight.

“forget that. who did you knock up, lee heeseung?” jeongin cuts through as heeseung leans back against the headrest of the couch. a mix of expressions showing on his face cause he doesn’t know if he has to laugh, be angry, be sad, or what else. he lets out a sigh as he picks the right voice tone to tell them.

“it’s fucking (y/n).”

“okay, now hold on!”

jeongin jumps, shedding the stern aura that he just created a few seconds ago. heeseung glances down at beomgyu who has his jaw dropped with jimin gripping on heeseung’s shoulder very hard.

“SINCE WHEN DID YOU TWO HOOK U-“

“shush!” jimin stands up and covers his hand on jeongin’s mouth, not wanting another complaint from the neighbors both horizontally and vertically.

“when?” beomgyu asked jeongin’s questions concisely as heeseung glanced towards the sofa and the kitchen right beside the front door of their apartment.

“you remember the party that got busted by the police?”

“yoon keeho’s party?”

“yeah, that one.” jimin acknowledges beomgyu’s answer as heeseung continues.

“long story short, (y/n) was alone and i went past her, teasing her for seeing that her friends left her behind when the police showed. she was tipsy which she shows by how easily stumbles. so i dragged her with me to our apartment when we escaped. i don’t know where you guys were, but she’s gotten a bit too annoying so i have to sober her up. we talked, and the tension was just too…” heeseung remembers as he was the one reaching for your face, to tell you to shut the fuck up, but the tension melted away before both of you proposes the game that you did. “so, we did it. and she asked me to meet up this morning and told me the news.”

“and what are your thoughts?” jimin asks, making the high-stakes emotions lower as he lets his friend talk about what he is feeling.

well, for heeseung, shock was an understatement. when he heard you utter the three words to him as he asked you what makes you want to meet up, never did he expect that to come out. surely, he has a breeding kink, and he had expected that to happen. but you told him you’re leaving early to get a plan b pill. maybe it didn’t work, but he doesn’t want to assume much about your body. then, he can sense the hidden sheer happiness blossoming within him. he wanted to smile and give you a hug, but then he remembered that it was you. that outside of his bed that night, you didn’t see him as a friend.

for someone who doesn’t hook up with people, heeseung knows how the hook-up culture works. he had heard multiple women fucking his three roommates from within his room and he could use his noise-canceling headphones against them. people might presume he is picky—a basketball jock who stays hidden and doesn’t want to hook up with anyone unlike his younger teammates—but the level of comfort is different when he has to do it with someone he doesn’t know and that’s why he rather stayed away. you? well, you are an anomaly.

though close because of your upbringing, he doesn’t know you outside of what he knows. that you were the kid who broke his truck even after he said sorry for ruining your sandcastle at that playground. that you were the kid who pushed him to the floor back when you were 7. that you’re the girl who he competes with to get the most stickers and not letting go of the basketball even though he stole it from you correctly. that he saw you stealing the bread from his tray as he came back from the vending machine. that you were the one telling the vice principal his basketball club doesn’t need as much money as they do because of their successful run, not knowing that their assistant coach stole the winning money.

so when you decide to create walls from your words, try to spin it so he doesn’t have to care about his baby, he had to say no. it’s as if you’re trying to keep the baby to yourself and not letting him in even though it takes two to tango. so, he found the most relevant way: competing for who takes care of that baby the right way—even if they’re in you. he doesn’t even think far from that thought no matter how ridiculous it is as now he realizes what a logistical nightmare it’s going to be.

“you’re making a game out of taking care of your own child but not your baby mama?” jeongin questioned after hearing heeseung’s rambling about this.

“yup…” heeseung paused, a pregnant pause. “and i need all of your help.”

jimin’s face changes as he hears the way heeseung described his face, rubbing his palm against the creases forming on his forehead as he can’t comprehend how beomgyu easily accepts his role. jimin’s head perks up at heeseung calling his name.

“yo!” jimin replied.

“since you’re the only one out of us who has a direct connection to (y/n) through chaeryeong, you’ll be my eyes, okay? asked about (y/n), how she’s doing, and all that stuff.” heeseung nodded as he expectantly looked at the boy who stood beside jeongin.

“gotcha,” he replied, his eyes wide as heeseung turned towards jeongin.

“innie, you’re my source. find any article about pregnancy and what my role is gonna be as a dad. yadda yadda yadda. all that stu-“

“i do you one better, seung.” jeongin said as heeseung lifted his eyebrows at him, tilting his head.

“my mom is an ob-gyn doctor.”

“miss (y/n)!”

“wear this!”

there is sounds of pitter-patters all around you as you sense the weight getting heavier on your figure. a small cape hanging off your shoulders and a crooked crown on your head, you sit down cross-legged against a round table full of toy food and kitchen utensils. girls and boys alike sit on the chairs by the table with their own capes and crowns, playing around with their cups as they all have a tea party—with the other side of the room playing with legos.

“here is your tea and cake.” you see the girl beside you giving the plate of rubber cake and an empty tea cup.

“thank you, princess rami.” picking up the teacup into your hand, you let out a loud slurping noise to drink it, before flinching away as you fan your tongue.

“i’m so sorry. is it too hot?” rami asked as you shook your head.

“i’m okay. thank you for asking,” you replied as best as you could.

“you must be careful, princess rami.” the boy across from her spoke as you tilt your head to him.

“i’m alright. prince yujin. i will be more careful with the tea.” he gave out a smile as one girl called out.

“if we are all princes and princesses, how should we call miss (y/n)?” hyunseo asked across from you.

“well, miss (y/n) should be a queen!” woonhak replied enthusiastically.

“but if miss (y/n) is a queen, should she have a king?” hyunseo continued.

as you entered high school, you were determined to beat heeseung in another way other than school-related activities. and what other way by being independent and richer than him at a young age? so you raked your head of a simple work that can help you gain more pocket money when one of your aunts asks you if you can babysit their daughter and how she will pay you. seizing the opportunity, you get to take care of your baby cousin as you go to your aunt’s home to help her with her food and stuff. hearing your enjoyment by the dining room table, your mom suggests more opportunities to babysit children of your family members from both sides—to your youngest uncle’s 4-year-old son and your oldest cousin’s 6-month-old baby—you have an array of skills gotten from doing childcare as your mom recommend you to babysit her juniors’ children at work, making you who wanted it for the money now wants it for the children.

it needs a certain level of charisma to charm a child so they can listen to you and with the array of children you had to babysit, you’ve met and adapted as best as you can to all of them. from being the calm tutor for a baby who is training his motor skills to help a child practice balancing on a bicycle, you understand what a child wants under their tantrums. that love you give and the love you accept makes you want to contribute more to childcare. so you started volunteering in non-formal schools and orphanages, helping to at least make their days a little better. and that’s why you worked part-time as a daycare attendant since you entered university as it is a more established institution where you can shuffle your study schedule alongside your work schedule, meeting kids who are being sent here that are still younger than school age. it reminded you of your own childhood and you’re hoping that your inner child could be happy and satisfied that you let her feel that feeling again.

“guys…” your spoken voice cuts their conversations, and they all turn to you. “a queen doesn’t have to have a king or another queen by their side. a queen can stand alone too.”

“but wouldn’t that make the queen lonely?” rami questioned, making you pout your lips as you still can’t comprehend just how blatantly honest children are that it pierces through each layer of your heart to find the right spot.

“yes, the queen will be lonely. but she also has her princes, princesses, knights, counselors, and more around her. love doesn’t always come from one person, it can also come from a group.” you replied, making the group rowdy up as they converse about love and being independent—well, ‘lonely’ as they called it—when you feel a light pat on your shoulder.

turning your head, you see a younger girl other than those around the table holding a paper, stretching it towards you.

“for you, miss (y/n)…”

you slowly pick the paper from her small hands as you observe the drawing. a simple figure made of circles and triangles with different colors. a pink filled-in shape on one side of the triangle with the circle-shaped and another taller one holding the figures hand, a yellow crown-shaped drawing on top of a circle with a smiling face inside.

she drew you.

“awww. this is so sweet and nice.” you return to look at the younger girl, a warm smile showing on your face, “thank you, hyein.” you rub your hand on her hair—something you remember she likes—as her smile widens before she runs away towards her table, where she has a few more papers scattered.

you glance at her before looking at your own stomach, unconsciously rubbing it as you can feel your own child inside you now growing along with time. then, it all came so suddenly when you felt yourself regurgitating, hand coming up to your mouth as you stood up as fast as you could towards the staff bathroom. knocking open the door of the open stall, you kneeled down as you puke out your lunch for today, feeling your gag reflexes kicking in. you sensed a hand soothing down your back as you reached for the flush to drain it down the toilet bowl.

“you okay, (y/n)?” you hear the familiar voice of your supervisor, yoonah, behind you. nodding your head, you reach for the toilet paper and tear it apart as you wipe the remains and saliva off your lips. reaching for the crown that fortunately doesn’t fall when you puke your inside, you hold on to it as you stand up and veer around to the sink to clean your mouth, gargling and spitting out as you wipe the droplets of water from your lips.

“how is it going with the pregnancy?” she asked as you watched her reflection behind yours in the mirror. you nodded your head and chuckled.

“didn’t vomit for the past three days and i thought that was enough, and well, here i am.” you stare at your face, seeing your eyes glistening with tears with the number of times you had to cough out until your phlegm came out. you turn your head to face your boss as she gives you a solemn smile.

“so, i have already talked to hr and we agree to have you reduce your work day to just one per week. you can enter anytime between the weekdays depending on your schedule because you have lots of things to juggle with your ob-gyn appointment. we don’t want to weigh you down more.”

you looked sideways when yoonah didn’t seem to see you being glad of it. though it helps with not exerting your body—as per doctor park’s request—it will definitely reduce your money because of the appointments and others. you haven’t told your parents yet and maybe you can ask them for more money after but with the way your friends have already helped ease your part of the rent so you have enough money for your own diet and consultations; you don’t want them to provide more for you.

“that’s great and all, but what about my pay? can it be adjusted? it doesn’t have to be 200%. like, do I only work one day for a pay of two like usual? or is it the regular one day pay? if it’s the latter, maybe a 25% increase will be great? for the consultations and others…” you said, not realizing that you had a few stray tears leaving out your eyes. nice fucking job, hormones.

yoonah picks up the crown from your head and she places it above your head, straightening it up as it rests right at the top of your head, “i will take about it to hr. you know that i’m on your side with this.” she pats your shoulder as you let out a faint “thank you” and see her walking away out of the bathroom. you brushed the tears away as you wet your hands to help unswollen them, even if it is for a bit. staring at yourself in the mirror, you pull your body up straight as you turn sideways, rubbing your abdomen as you can feel the life being put into you; piece by piece, cell by cell, forming into a human being.

as your feet enter the room one by one, tons of footsteps greet you as you look down to see the crown-wearing kids you are playing tea time with approaching you. their faces showing weariness so explicitly that you feel your heart tugging at them.

“are you ok, miss (y/n)?” hyein—the first one to be there—spoke as she was surrounded by kids taller and older than her. you notice someone holding onto your hand with their tiny one, seeing rami brushing the skin as you feel soothed.

“i am now. thank you, hyein,” you replied, letting your body fall as you kneeled before them, seeing the number of children you have taken care of for the years you had worked here. in your mind, it seemed ridiculous to think of your next move, but in a way that they have taught you so much about taking care of others, it’s proper to tell them yourself.

wiping the corner of your eyes as you feel your hormones acting up again, you speak, “what do you know about your moms?”

“mommy is very sweet to me,” hyunseo replies as she steps forward to stand next to hyein, their height difference looking so cute.

“mom is the one that picked me up from here.” woonhak also replied when you can see his mom’s smile on his own from the number of times she picked him up and showed that same smile.

“both of my mamas are the best in taking care of me and my brothers.” yujin added as there were more children rambling about their mothers, creating a wall of cacophony that seemed more like the background noise you heard each week as you worked. their voices dwindled as you looked expectantly at them one by one, a smile urging them to wait for something to come out of you.

“well, you see, i’m going to be just like your moms.”

yujin was the one that caught on first as he stepped closer and hugged you. while the others still looked confused, he turned around to looked at them and state it himself.

“MISS (Y/N) IS GOING TO BE A MOM!”

“miss (y/n)!”

“no wa-“

you heard the surge of children hugging you as you laughed out loud, seeing yoonah by the door as she also followed your laughter while you were surrounded by the children who were either hugging you or asking you questions.

“settle down, children. miss (y/n) needs a space to take a breather.” yoonah spoke up as she approached you who has a grin on your face.

“you said that you don’t have any king or queen?” yujin said as you felt your cheeks getting warmer, he now held onto the crown that slipped down your head from the number of kids that is surrounding you. while you could feel a hand on your stomach as you looked down to see hyein sitting down—remembering that she also has a pregnant mother with a little sibling on the way for her.

“it, it will be hard for me to explain it to you, but…” you felt yoonah’s hand on your shoulder as you glance at the closest clock in the room—finding the time for them to go home has come. “your moms are waiting for you to go home.”

you push yourself up to stand as yoonah guides the kids to pick their items up by the cabinets as you stand up straight, seeing the children walking around you when you see rami stepping beside you, arms wide open as you crouch down to give her a hug. you felt other sets of arms surrounding you as you giggled, pulling away your arms as the children noticed it.

“i’ll see you all next week!” you stated as yoonah brought all of them to the door of the daycare before opening them, seeing all of them going to their respective parents and guardians as a few of them acknowledged you. you turned around as you started your usual clean-up process, picking up the drawings that the children made and putting them in their own folders so you can give them to their guardians when they graduated, putting back the toys into the boxes, returning the costumes back to the wardrobe as you place the robe and crown you were also wearing, and you wanted to do one more thing, but you heard someone clearing their throat.

“i’ll clean the furniture and floor. you have done so much and you needed to eat and rest.” yoonah told you as you sighed, knowing that you seemed to be hungrier after you vomited out your food.

“thanks, boss.” you winked as she chuckled, bringing yourself to the staff room with the drawing that hyein gave to you—pinning in your mind to collect it with the drawings the kids you’ve taken care has made for you.

when collecting your things into your backpack, you glance at the paper that you printed out from your laptop as you scan the words, seeing your inked signature on the bottom as you see the blank space with the name right across from yours. heeseung’s name.

since he decided to be involved—you remembered while you talked to your faculty about your pregnancy and how they asked who the dad was, you decided to bring him up as a “student from another faculty.” it might make him think twice if he wants to be involved or not because he will get his name pin up on a note somewhere, which will be noted to his coach, lecturers, and more of his status. you are ready to be mentally burnt by the judgment your peers might give you, but is heeseung also ready?

you haven’t thought of the way you’re going to give heeseung the letter when you see minjeong’s name from your vibrating phone as you pick up the things you are bringing home and you hear yoonah talking as she sees you already leaving.

“carpool picking you up?”

“yeah, my roommate and her boyfriend.”

“okay, take care of yourself and i’ll follow up with your request.” you felt yoonah giving you a side hug as you gave a smile and wave when you pushed the door open. you breathed in the outside air to see the dark gray chevrolet camaro parked near the front of the building. walking to the back seats, you opened the door to be met with the music playing as minjeong greeted you.

“how’s work, (y/n)?” she instantly asked as sungchan lurched the car to a drive when you glanced at the bags of things beside you.

“freaking embarrassing. i vomited suddenly when i hadn’t vomited for the last 3 days but the kids reacted to it pretty okay. and i told them i’m gonna be a mom.”

“that’s so sweet!” she said, glancing back from her seat in front of you as she reached to touch you, making you sit in the middle with the console right in front of you as you see sungchan’s playing with the volume of bluetooth-connected car radio play the song that sounds so minjeong—which you can recognized right away.

“what did you guys do today?” you wiggled your eyebrows as you heard sungchan’s laugh from the way he looked at you from the rear-view mirror.

“you know what me and jeongie usually do, eat, shop, fuck, repeat-“

“no, we didn’t fuck today-“

“we did a quickie before we left to pick (y/n) up, winter.”

“okay! ughhh…” minjeong said, rubbing her face in embarrassment before replying, “i brought him to this cafe that has all these criterion collections that aren’t available on any of the streaming services we own. so i bought so many dvds for us to watch.”

“which are?”

“older movies, foreign movies. you did say that you enjoyed watching japanese movies, so i bought some of them for us to watch.”

“fuck, i love you so much for that, kim minjeong.” you replied as you heard sungchan’s little tsk, making you both giggle as his possessiveness is showing at the most ridiculous time.

“so, (y/n),” you hummed to sungchan’s starter words, “you haven’t told me who is your baby daddy.”

“guess!” you tugged yourself forward as your face was between their seats.

“how should i guess when i never see you hook up with people?” he replies as you glance at minjeong who is just watching him, an amused smile on her face.

“what if i say it’s song eunseok,” you mentioned his fellow frat bros.

“eunseok is dating that junior of his he has classes with. and he’s a loyal guy so i don’t think so.”

“what about park jisung? he’s hot in my eyes.”

“you don’t seem to be the kind to hook up with your junior,” he replied, making you squint your eyes.

“zhong chenle? he’s a fellow biz major like i do.”

“you’re definitely not his style.”

“now, that’s rude.” you hunch yourself back on the back seat as minjeong’s giggles compete with the music playing.

“you’re gonna be so shocked if we told you who he is.” she added as you nodded along, “two hints though: he’s our age and he’s a fellow jock-“

“that’s too much, jeong-ah.” you cover her mouth as her muffled nagging rings in the car. you can feel her lapping your palm, tickling your nerves and making you pull away as it’s now sungchan’s turn to have a giggling fit while watching his girlfriend and her roommate bickering. the trip was close between the daycare you work and the apartment tower you rented off-campus—but since you’ve mentioned to your roommates that you’ve been having back pain and vomiting sessions, they decided to help you out by being by your side as they drop you off or picking you up—just like what chaeryeong did as she drop you off to work before going to the dance studio.

so, when you stare out to see the small lobby of your apartment, you’re already with your backpack tucked to you as you open the door of the backseats. sungchan helped widen the door for you before going to the other side to help minjeong with the things she bought from their date. as you stood by the tiled floor of the lobby, minjeong gave sungchan one last kiss on the lips as you heard him say, “bye, babe! bye, (y/n) and hope you rest!”

“see you next week, baby.” the girl said as both you and her are waving your hands at the boy, who has entered the car driving off into the ending sunset of today. stepping inside the entrance of the apartment, you and she enter the empty elevator as you catch a glimpse at what other things minjeong had bought when you see a box from a chicken fast food brand, making your mouth water as you think about it, but you knew that you’ll be nag by dr. park for eating junk food.

pushing the handle after you put the pin on the keypad, you enter and instantly kick your shoes off as you are met with ryujin who is tying her hair up, walking towards you as she helps with minjeong’s bags. the apartment was left as you remembered this morning: a few scattered papers from either you or ryujin’s homework, the weighted blanket by the sofa now folded, and the smell of hot choco on the coffee table alongside ryujin’s laptop as you remembered that she only has online classes today.

“what did you bring?” ryujin wiggled her eyebrows as she rummaged open the bag that you’d seen when she instantly brought it to the kitchen counter when you saw her already cooking something. out of all four of you, you and ryujin are the ones talented in cooking so it’s not a surprise to see her cook for herself, but when you see the large plate that is places beside where the stove is, you know she has been making dinner for all four of you—as only chaeryeong’s the one who is not finished with her work today.

“why did you bring back fast food, minjeong? we promised to also have (y/n)’s diet.”

“that’s my leftover. chan said that the boys had too much stuff in their fridge so i brought it to us.” you then felt minjeong’s hand behind your lower back as she stood beside you, “hope you are okay with that.”

“of course, i’m okay.�� you give minjeong a smile. “all of you aren’t obliged to follow my diet cause i know you love red meat, jinnie.”

“it feels wrong if i don’t follow you, though.” ryujin replied as you and minjeong go to your separate ways—she walked to her room while you stepped into the kitchen to see the food that minjeong brought. the chicken was a leftover but you also see her bringing back different meats and seafood.

“i almost forgot to ask you, but can you give me the list of the food that you can and can’t eat? just so i can help with the recipes and so we can pre-made food.” ryujin said as she put her arms behind your back, soothing you as you viewed her making japchae and beef on the pan.

“will do, ryu.” you give her a salute as she gives your cheek a squeeze before you let her be. taking your bag handle as you step towards the direction of your room, the bell of your apartment rings as ryujin turns towards you, making both of you tilt your head as you volunteer to get to the intercom.

when you press the button, the screen shows you someone you don’t expect to see as you can recognize the wolf cut hair you’ve seen while scrolling on your instagram. your footsteps immediately go to the door as you hear the ringing “hello”s from the intercom, opening it up to see the boy you’re trying your best to mask your feelings for with a box.

“heyya, (y/n)!” he replied as you widened the door to gaze at the box.

“h-hi beomgyu.” you give him a small smile as you try your best not to lock your eyes on him. to be having a crush on a boy like him is ridiculous, especially knowing that he is your RIVAL’s best friend. and the fact that you still have a crush on him since high school to then be found being in the same uni as him. if he doesn’t have heeseung by his side, you know you will brace yourself to approach him first. but now with his success as an indie musician, you know you are probably in a losing battle knowing just how spicy heeseung talks about you knowing that he has so many fans aiming at him and how you can’t compete with them—not as much as yeonjun though.

“wha, what’s this?”

“it’s for you.” he pushed the box towards you as you tried to peek inside when you felt a presence behind you.

“let me get that.” another pair of hands open by your side and you see the smirk on beomgyu’s face falter to see ryujin pulling the box against her.

“hi ryujin,” he said, a slight tremble in his voice as you finally be able to look at him with your heart eyes before back at ryujin.

“beomgyu,” she replied before leaving the door to put the box away. you eye the boy who is staring at the empty space for a few seconds too late before you are back in his attention, returning to the cheeky smile you adore.

“thank you for that!” you felt your palms getting sweatier than ever, rubbing one of them against the door to dry it.

“you gotta have to thank heeseung for that.”

the way beomgyu named he-who-shall-not-be-named shutters your fantasy as you were met with the reality. of course, it’s from heeseung, not from the boy you had a crush on—even if it means that the baby daddy trusts his best friend so much to tell him that he is having a baby with his rival. beomgyu seemed to be the nicer guy between the two. so, a girl can hope, right?

“oh yeah, wait for a minute!” you were so caught up in the way heeseung terrors you and slips back into your mind and how you wanted to slam the door when you heard his name when you remembered the paper that he had to sign. you pull the paper out of your folder as you pull one of your sticky notes and write a simple note to him. giving a smile to beomgyu, you handed him the paper as he stared at the words printed on it.

“give it to heeseung and send it back to me after that, or if he wants to submit it himself, then that’s fine. i have to give the contact person the info if he decides to send the paper to the administration himself.”

beomgyu nods as he chuckles at your note before giving a last “i will” before walking and waving away, making you close the door as you wonder how did he know where you lived. eh, that’s fine. you got to see what heeseung gave you as the box rested on top of the counter right beside ryujin who was pouring the japchae into the bowl.

slowly opening it—scared that he might have a jack-in-the-box mechanism inside it—you were met with plastics covering greens as you tugged a few of them out to be met with a bunch of fruits and vegetables still packed in their grocery’s packing. your shoulder meets ryujin’s as she took a glimpse at the new ingredient you picked out of the box.

“from beomgyu?”

shaking your head, you feel a piece of paper inside the box as you pinch it between your fingers. straighten the creases, you see the scribbles on the note as you read it in your mind.

eat them for the baby’s health and your own sanity - lhs

“heeseung,” you replied after you finish. ryujin gives a small hum as you catch the smirk on her face before you shove her with your shoulder. both of you open the plastics of the greens, vegetables, and fruits that heeseung bought for you, ryujin saying out loud the names of the greens as you and her bounce ideas of what kind of food she can make to cater to your diet.

“kale, cabbage, broccoli…” she picked another vegetable, carefully pulling away the plastics as the waft of the smell entered the kitchen. you knew of the vegetable, but being pregnant equals being sensitive to smells. and the way that you instantly wretch at the smell makes you scurry away from ryujin.

“hey, who rang the be-“

minjeong was pushed away as she saw you opening the door of their shared bathroom, making her turn around as she heard you wretch out the remaining food and saliva inside of you that is followed immediately by a flush from the toilet bowl. she walked to the kitchen to see ryujin holding stems of leaves on her hand.

“well, now we know she can’t eat arugula.”

the chime of the lock unlocked rings alongside the opening of the door of their apartment as ryujin and minjeong stare at it, seeing chaeryeong trying to breathe as she takes off her sneakers.

“WHY IS JIMIN PESTERING ME ABOUT (Y/N)?”

thumps and squeaks are what beomgyu heard as his eyes gazed at the lights coming out of the gymnasium. his feet working in tandem echoing through the night as he took another glance at the paper, another step away from the door as he pulled the handle to see a bunch of boys running around the wood-floored gym. beomgyu’s eyes searched for heeseung as he bit his lips, not wanting to be late for his own band practice with the boys.

turning towards the bleachers, he’s seen one of the boys that beomgyu remembered being on heeseung’s profile. his hands on top of his knees as he leans forward to see the 3 x 3 half court game beomgyu realized isn’t a part of training—but more of them having fun. he is taking a glimpse at heeseung who is muttering a curse word under his breath because the ball was stolen from his hold.

“hey, uh, sheep!”

the boy turns towards beomgyu with squinting feline-esque eyes before they widen, realizing who called him.

“your jersey has ‘yang’ on it. so i called you sheep.”

“nah, that’s okay. you’re beomgyu hyung, txt’s guitarist…” the boy stands up, their height almost the same as each other, but beomgyu knows that the kid can grow taller—from both basketball and his unfinished puberty phase, probably.

“i’m jungwon! i’m guessing you’re here for heeseung hyung?”

beomgyu glanced down at the paper as he nodded, “i couldn’t stay until he finished cause i have band practice. so, this document is for him to sign.” he told jungwon what you told him as his ghost patted himself on his shoulders for being right. beomgyu uses his thumbs to point behind him after jungwon picks up the paper that he pushed towards him and gives him a thumbs up before a loud "thank you" rings as the gymnasium door opens, leaving jungwon with a slight chuckle creeped out of his lips.

the boy couldn’t stop his curiosity as he turned the paper so he could read the writing, skimming it down as his eyebrows as he couldn’t stop his speech before it was too lat-

“HEESEUNG HYUNG IS A DAD?!”

jungwon’s shout makes movement screech to a halt as he looks up at his boys, also staring at heeseung, who is glaring at jungwon and the paper he is holding. but, his reaction speed was too slow to pull it off his grips as heeseung lost against the other five boys who had huddled towards jungwon.

“shut up!” sunoo exclaimed.

“it’s true, sun,” jongseong replied as he could hear jaeyun and riki screaming and laughing before they scurried to run around heeseung.

“who is this (y/n), hyung?” jaeyun speaks into his ear, making heeseung grimace as the three walk towards the crowd with sunghoon now holding onto the paper.

“isn’t (l/n)(y/n) your senior, jjong?” sunghoon calls out, making said boy read carefully the name with the signature on top.

“oh yeah! we had a marketing communication class together. didn’t know you knew her, hyung.”

heeseung steps in between them as he snatches the paper out of sunghoon’s grip in a quick frame. his eyes scan the paper that is written—the letter to the university administration about your status—and he can see his name printed on the side of the paper from yours. then, he finally read the note you have sticking onto the paper.

sign it and give it to the administration office. if you’re serious.

“won, it’s your turn to play,” he said as the boys stared at him. “i have things to do, plus i have a morning class tomorrow.”

“okay, hyung.” jungwon’s answer was followed by his offer to the older boys to continue the match as he felt another hand holding onto his forearm, turned to see the youngest boy with a small smile on his face.

“you gotta have to let us meet this (y/n) noona. i bet she’s pret-“

“go back to your place, riki-kun. jake’s calling for you.”

“hey, lanky. come on before i make you and jungwon switch.” jaeyun’s voice penetrates through the conversation at the correct moment as the smirk on heeseung’s face is growing. they’re leaving him alone as he walks towards his backpack and duffle bag—finally feeling the surging soreness from pushing himself hard while training and off-training. sure, it’s excessive. but the tournament is a month away from now, and he had to train for that, knowing that the matches would be back-to-back if he passed the quarter-finals.

the wood of the bleachers screeches beneath his body as he pulls out his pen, staring at the paper one last time—trembling breaths coming out from him. who knew that a single signature could hold so much power?

yet with how you are trying to deter him, to remind him that signing this will mean that the whole university will now know lee heeseung is a future father: that actually made him shake. he could feel the boiling anxiousness giving a few pumps of steam into his mind, clouding the plans he had already made in his mind from the information jeongin told him. he knows the future scenarios on both sides.

but fuck it, right? he’s not usually caring about what other people perceive. so what if he is known as a dad in nine months? but, he had to think about the parental leave you’re proposing—it might actually make him graduate late.

yet, the view is clear as he lets his pen glide on the paper.

the baby and your scowling face as you realize that his doing is the one that makes that baby so healthy.

tucking the paper in between his laptop and his wireless earbuds on his ears, he waves goodbye to the boys who are playing with sunoo giving a beautiful lay-up before he pushes the door to get out of the gym. the streetlights shining the pathways as he still can see students roaming around the campus at night—most are going to the library to maybe pull an all-nighter.

the screen illuminates his face as he scrolls down at the text jimin had sent him about you. but he had to do another victory lap first when he dialed the generic full name’s number.

“hello?”

“that will not work, (y/n).”

heeseung heard the grainy chuckle in his ear as he let his muscles’ memories take him home in the night's dark. eyes staring at the path that opens up onto the sidewalk where sparse vehicles are going about on the asphalt streets.

“so you sign it?” he caught the way you sigh against your phone while heeseung is focusing on both the conversation and what jimin texted about your condition.

“and i’ll be giving it to the office.”

“hmm, okay…” heeseung’s eyes scan through the words, letting his face contort and relax as he consumes it to his mind before it’s broken by a grainy sound of metal from your end.

“also, thanks, by the way. for the arugula. made me vomit my stomach out.” heeseung heard you reply as it slowly became more mumbled, hearing you eating your dinner’s food as the noises of the night came back into his cochlea, shaking his nerves as only white noises entertained him as he looked around—seeing his apartment building at the distance.

“and don’t make jimin ask chaeryeong about me again. she’s traumatized now and we have each other’s number saved.”

heeseung didn’t want to save your number at first. but when his mom brought him to her meeting with your mom, catching up after a long time and discussing that both of you have been accepted by the same university, they insisted that you both to have each other’s numbers saved. “for emergency sake, so you both have each other to rely on.” his mom explained, making him discreetly roll his eyes while you continue to listen to your music without giving a glance to him. yet, you’re the one that gave him your phone first so he can type his number, making a small “:p” the first thing you text to him.

“i’ll tell him.” he clicked his tongue as he caught the way you omit another information from him.

“but you’re not gonna tell me you have a doctor’s appointment next week?”

“how’d you kno-“

“jimin, from chaeryeong, and so, from you.” his smile gets bigger. “gotta have to thank jimin for that one.”

“so you want to join? what if you have a class?”

heeseung’s feet brought him to the lobby of his apartment building, his vision now on the elevator as he stated something so obvious to him.

“i have questions and i rather miss class than leave it unanswered.”

your hands are tugged inside your hoodie’s front pocket as you wait for your name to be called. the usual soreness is tamed as you let chaeryeong massage your back carefully, relaxing most of the tender muscles that are holding you up. you can see a little bump protruding out of your stomach that was not there when you discovered you were pregnant in week 8.

remembering the way you have to buy five pregnancy tests is ridiculous when your only symptoms are headaches and vomiting. but it quickly escalates to morning sickness and how you notice just how sensitive your senses have become—the way your fingers realize little grains of crayon as you pick up the kids’ drawing to how you’re triggered by little noises coming out off your room. it feels too strange for it to be food poisoning and with all five tests showing two blue stripes: all the problems you have faced for the past month—why your period is late, the morning sickness—all click inside your mind.

your girls were the first ones you spoke to, recalling how they waited in front of your shared bathroom as you flipped the tests around, hitting you one by one with the truth of your condition. then tears start to show as overwhelming emotions compete to show dominance and you hear chaeryeong’s voice from behind the knocks on the door. you open the door to feel them hugging you as you show them the tests, how they can’t wait to be your baby’s cool aunts from differing perspectives as they know of your history related to children, pregnancy, and motherhood from taking care of so many children, how your parents open up to you about why they couldn’t give you a younger sibling, and the responsibility you are willing to take care for them. at that moment they hugged, you’ve already fallen in love with your baby and you are determined to let them have a happy life.

the obstetrics and gynecology department’s walls were more pastel than the other parts of the hospital. maternity pack posters hanging as you read the words, planning your next steps as you waited by the door to your doctor. your fingers interlocked and thumbs twirling around each other as you attentively listen to the open door and your name being called. scouring your eyes around, you saw a little playground area for kids barren as you eyed the small set, mothers around you waiting also for their appointment—some with a sleeping baby in their hands, another with a large bump. the atmosphere is so serene that you can collect your thoughts and arrange them for the next seven months from your due date.

“hey, (y/n).”

your eyes blink as you turn around in your seat to face forward once again, looking up to find the familiar face you’ve been thinking about for the past few days.

heeseung wears a simple hoodie like you do, both of his hands tucked into the front pocket as the strap of his bag crosses his chest. a thin-lipped smile on his face as you didn’t see his usual resting bitch expression.

“heeseung…” you reply as you gnaw on the inside of cheek as he stands there, “i haven’t gotten the call from the doctor yet. so you can sit down.” your eyes glance quick at the vast space beside yours on the sofa you are also sitting down. he gave a quick nod before sitting on the space beside yours, a noticeable space between the two of you as you both lean more against each of the tables placed as the barriers between the sofas. even if you felt a piercing presence beside you, you tried your best not to look at him. the phone call when he called you was the last time you spoke with your voice to him—you having small talk with him as he found in the hospital doesn’t really count—yet he still gave you another box of ingredients for your unborn child this week, no arugula this time.

well, you are glad to see beomgyu more and you don’t mind seeing beomgyu every week if he’s the one that does heeseung’s errands for his child.

both of you stare forward at the doors and wall in front of you, nearing mirroring each other even by the slight twitch of both of you wanting to look at each other. but, also not really. the tension is stronger than when you told him you’re pregnant with his child. the fucking effects of the continued declaration of rivalry as you can calculate how far both of you are willing to push even for the past week and you can guess what you both will push more for the next 7 months.

“miss (l/n) (y/n)?” the door opened as the nurse spoke of your name making you jump up from your seat as heeseung followed behind you to enter the doctor’s room.

“(y/n)!” the young doctor said enthusiastically as you sat down on the chair in front of the desk.

“doctor park!” you answered, cadence matched hers.

“how have you- oh.” dr. park looks at the man entering behind you, looking between the three women in the room and the empty chair near the door before he hears her speak, “is this the dad?”

“yes, i’m the dad, lee heeseung,” he replied steadily as dr. park, who is standing up, shoots her hand out to him.

“i’m dr. park jihyo, (y/n)’s ob-gyn doctor. didn’t expect to meet you as (y/n) said that the dad might not be involved.”

heeseung’s eyebrows were raised, chortling as he realized what you implied, “after she told me, i decided to be involved.” his eyes peek from the side to see you giving a stare with no movements on your lips, sitting down on the chair beside of yours as you want to continue with your appointment.

“well, welcome to your tenth week of being pregnant. how are you feeling?” dr. park asks, looking at you with a warm smile as you see the nurse taking care of your document.

“the morning sickness kinda gets pretty worse and overflows out of the morning. definitely more sensitive towards scent, flavor, and texture. i also have already sensed growth on the bump since it is a bit more protruding than usual.” your hand unconsciously caresses the hoodie covered in your stomach, feeling the tenderness of the skin that is just muscles of your abdomen being pushed to cater to the baby.

“your stomach and intestines are being pushed by the uterus as the fetus grows and it’s very normal. since we already did the blood and urine test and went over your family history back in your first appointment, we can go to an ultrasound to check the growth of your baby.” dr. park replied as she nodded at the nurse who instantly walked to the bed and set things up for your scan.

“i’m sorry to bother you, doctor. but i have a question.”

your head shifts towards heeseung as he asks, the doctor just giving him a nod.

“(y/n) said to me she’ll get a plan b pill after our… time. yet, she still got pregnant, but isn’t that still supposed to work?” the way his voice pitches makes you hold on to a smile, recalling to when you asked the doctor the same question in your first appointment. you gave the doctor a big nod for her signal.

“well, (y/n) said to me she consumed a plan b pill less than 24 hours after your intercourse. but plan b pill, or levonorgestrel, works by delaying the release of the egg from the ovaries. she also said that her period, which started around a week or two weeks before she discovered she was positive, was late. so, we can assume that while you two have sex, (y/n) was already in her early stages of ovulation with the egg being released into the fallopian tube and the egg got fertilized.”

heeseung nods along with the doctor’s words as you remember the same explanation given to you in the previous meeting. you’ve tried using pills before but you know it will affect your hormone and physical health in the long run—you are not a serial fucker unlike a few people you recognize—so you rely on protection like condoms and morning-after pills right after that. heeseung not wearing one makes you want to laugh at how funny the scenario is and how you can just remain rivals for the rest of your life if you remind him to put on the rubber.

the nurse calls for as you follow her, stepping out of your shoes as you lay down on the bed. she gently brushes your hoodie up as your skin is exposed while she also pulls the band of your pants down below right above your underwear line. the chairs move as you glance at heeseung following dr. park as she takes the seat beside you to check on the machinery. the liquid is cold as it touches your skin as your eyes catch heeseung who is looking at the exposed stomach where his unborn child is.

as the transducer spread around the gel on the stomach when you feel it pressed down, you looked at the screen across from you hanging on the ceiling as the doctor moved around, marking the size of your uterus. you heard her gasp as you turned to look at her warm smile that widens into a grin.

“congratulations to you both!” she replied as she continued to move the transducer around, making you and heeseung realize that there’s a fetus inside you, but not just one.

“TWINS?!”

2. katana-like knife

heeseung gazes at the ultrasound he is holding with both hands, seeing the way the doctor has assigned twin 1 and twin 2 on the screen. the twins are in different sacs; he remembered what the doctor said, making them fraternal twins. she also says that not only you were ovulating when you two fuck, but you were releasing two different eggs around the same time and he got both of them pregnant.

he recalled both of you doing a hilarious staring contest as you couldn’t stop yourself from making funny faces as the doctor described the growth of your twins. fucking heck, he hadn’t told his friends that he was having twins. how his body trembles as the realization hits him while he’s looking at his babies—yes, plural—makes him even want to be more attentive, to now realize that he had two to take care of. and those two make him know you have to adjust your diet once again.

if it weren’t for him buying ingredients, he doesn’t think you would adapt easily to what the babies need. he’s won on this occasion. but what comes next?

his phone vibrates on the table as he takes a glimpse of the text message showing on the lit-up screen.

(l/n) (y/n): i’m heading home for the weekend. my parents will definitely see that i’ve been knocked up.

even he can see it as he had walked past you before on campus. you’re now wearing more oversized clothing pieces—t-shirts, hoodies, cardigans—as he realized the slight bump on the surface of them. it’s been over two weeks since that check-up appointment and the growth has been faster than he expected.

(l/n) (y/n): not asking you to join me.

(l/n) (y/n): if you aren’t brave enough to take the consequences, i’m fucking winning this :p

“that’s it” he shakes his head as he tugs the ultrasound picture into his wallet before putting it back in its place, hands opening the messages.

lee heeseung: threatening much. i’m in.

if you want to make this a competition, let’s make this a competition.

lee heeseung: hey mom. sorry for texting you randomly. but i’m going back home for the weekend.

all he had to do was wait, as he could hear the sound of his mom talking with your mom on the phone about how their children would be home together, asking to meet up.

and that moment goes exactly as he had expected as he drove the car with you in the passenger seat, leaning against the door as you both let the radio play boring-ass repeating pop songs from some random radio station. none of you seem to react, just to make each other annoyed enough to know who will concede and connect to bluetooth first—even not listening to good-ass music is a competition between you both.

you sighed extra loud as you listened to an old-ass pop song from the mid-2010s the radio seemed to have a lifetime contract for it to play for fucking ever. you wish you were the one driving now, but you didn’t bring your car for this semester because it needed maintenance and you were in a healthier mood for this year. you catch a look at your phone, seeing your mom asking where you are right now as auntie lee has arrived at your home—cooking up the food for all your family to enjoy.

“which one is your car’s bluetooth?” you gave up on hearing the radio station as you playfully checked every menu to find the bluetooth menu.

“the brand of the car, duh,” he answered, still focusing on the highway as you remembered that it’s nearly a few exits away from the side of the town you and he grew up in. he took a glance at the bluetooth speaker as he sees,

“‘mitski’s brainchild personified’? you liked her that much?” he actually snorted, making you see the name on your phone on the screen in the middle of the dashboard.

“shut the fuck up. she’s my comfort musician, just like kaede from slam dunk is your comfort character.” the way your fingers lightly tap against your phone, makes him chuckle as he can hear you holding onto your emotion from not spilling through your words, not commenting on how you mentioned his liking for slam dunk as if you remember it so well, even if it also stuns him.

you’re playing a playlist of yours that is just… instrumentals. a perfect playlist to hear whilst commuting as you let yourself take a breather from this world. eyes gazing to the window outside as you rested your phone on your lap. the scent of heeseung’s cologne accustomed your memories as you let the music speak while you both remained quiet. maybe, because it is an instrumental track that you both couldn’t comment on, that he can’t take a jab at your music taste unless you put on mitski or boygenius, that it gives a soundtrack so vague it resembles the way you perceived your relationship to each. sure, you still hate him for everything he has done to you in the name of winning. but, with two babies on the way, the concept of the rivalry between you both is there yet so blurry. which one is a concrete rivalry? which one is the softer one? why should you trust what he gave to you? why did he join in to take care of them?

the car zooms fast on the highway, yet you can see slower cars on the outside of the highway and faster cars zooming past you on the other lane. it’s like what your dad had said before—"you don’t feel how fast life is until you look at other people’s lives"—and to think that you will be home in overtly large clothing to hide your bump to know that he’s going to be a granddad just concretes the idea of that in your mind. you turn your head to glance at the backseat, seeing the shopping bag you had prepared besides what heeseung also has for his family, who he’ll meet at your house.

stepping out of the car, you stood at the carpool of your house filled with cars—other than yours and your parents inside the garage—when you watched your mom and heeseung’s mom walk out of the porch, barefooted, to greet you. the warmth of your mom’s hug felt so overwhelming that you had to sink your emotions as you blamed your hormones for making you too sensitive.

the interior of the house feels so lively from the last time you went home during the semester break. maybe it’s because of the way your mom has another guest in the form of the lee family and the smell of the delicious you know both of your moms had made together with their aprons still on as they guide you inside. even as they walked to the kitchen, you could hear them whisper.

“since when did (y/n) and heeseung arrive here together and in the same freaking car?” auntie lee asks.

“(y/n) didn’t bring her car this semester so i guess she doesn’t wanna waste any more money for transport.” mama answered.

both of your moms have always tried to make you close and you’ve always tried to tone down your rivalry in front of them, effortlessly acting in front of them as nice friends when you give him a snide look behind their backs any chance you can get. your bickering can escalate so much that you will have a shouting match in the arcade as heeseung doesn’t want to give up his time to play for you, making both of your moms force you to apologize to each other before that bickering returns at school’s classes where they’re not there for you two to mediate. maybe that’s why you don’t perceive heeseung as an enemy. merely a rival; because your mom never talked bad about heeseung no matter what happened between the two of you and it seems that heeseung’s mom has also done the same to him.

the two shopping bags sit on the coffee table as you watch both of your dads talking about dad stuff. heeseung’s attention is on his phone as he’s typing something on the screen while you unconsciously rub your stomach hidden beneath your top, waiting for all of them to settle down around the coffee table as they want to open the shopping bags together.

“what did you bring me?” mama asks in a sing-song manner as heeseung’s mom giggles beside her. you stood beside heeseung with your hands behind you as the husbands looked at the similar-looking gift boxes in each of their wives’ hands.

“don’t tell me. is it the jewelry i showed you those months ago, hee?”

“nah, it’s not. dad’s planning to buy that one for you.”

heeseung’s dad’s face turns into a scowl, seemingly angry as if his son has spoiled his plan while the boy just widens his smile before gazing back at his mom.

“well, together?” mama asked to his mom.

“yeah, 3, 2… 1!”

the box opens as you’re holding your breath, also holding back your smirk as you can view the way papa’s eyebrows crease as he can’t believe what he is saying. heeseung’s mom was the first one to openly express her shock by literally jumping from her seat and box thrown towards his dad’s as he took a good stare at it, making you glance at him you actually won the bidding on who would be shocked first between the two.

“NO, FUCK- WAIT?!” his mom stares between the two of you before your mom jumps from her space to also gaze at you, holding onto the paper. giving him a nudge with your elbow. you didn’t expect him to wrap his arm behind your shoulders.

“yeah… the babies are ours-“

“no fucking way!” your mom actually shouted as she hyperventilates while heeseung’s mom covers her mouth, contemplating on what to do when she felt her body being squished by her best friend, hugging her tight as they turn to hug each other while heeseung’s dad gives his box to your dad so he could see it clearly.

“since when are you two together?” papa asked as you tried to let heeseung’s grip from your shoulder.

“uncle, we aren’t together. we just hook up and-“

“WE’RE GOING TO BE IN-LAWS.” you can hear mama cheer as both of the women twirl around the small space, making you feel even more guilty for breaking the immersion as you stop budging away from heeseung’s hold. rolling your eyes, you stare at heeseung and lean in close to his ear, whispering.

“bad fucking idea…”

“at least they’re happy, right? well, i won because of that.”

mama interrupts both of you as she gives you both an enormous hug while heeseung’s mom comes from behind. you could see the tears coming out of mama’s eyes who rested her head against your shoulder.

“ughh, too tight.”

“stop it, honey! (y/n) looks so uncomfortable.” papa reminded.

“oops, sorry!” your mom lets go of her hold as heeseung’s mom slotted between the two of you as she pushes in on the excess fabric of your clothes, making you grip both sides of your top and pull it backward so she can see your bump already showing.

“hi, baby!”

“it’s babies.” heeseung’s dad cuts in as his wife follows with, “there’s two of them?”

“i swear to god.” heeseung’s old man brushes his face, unbelievable that his wife didn’t see the two sacs from the ultrasound as you give your mom a nod, her hands carefully holding onto your waist.

“fraternal twins,” you confirmed to her as you watched another batch of fresh tears coming out of her eyes.

“hello, you two. you’re going to have the best mom ever.”

“and dad too.” heeseung’s mom replied as she moved to stand in front of you two, seeing his grown son seemingly glowing as she spoke of him being the best dad to his two unborn children.

“okay. i gotta have to make the red meat well done then.” mama cuts out as she hastily moves to the kitchen to cook back her meat-based meal, letting auntie lee replace her place as she caresses the bump gently.

“how long has it been?” she asked as you opened your mouth to reply.

“we did the ultrasound two weeks ago. so it’s week 12 now.” heeseung cuts you off as she gazes back at her son.

“what have you two already prepared?”

“we gave a letter to the university for future parents and they agreed to let me take online classes entering 5 months because i only have three classes, one is that's doing a study case, and they let heeseung have parental leave if i give birth. i haven’t found the right doula yet but my supervisor at the daycare has a connection to one and i think it will be her. she has given me the number so i just have to text her,” you answered.

“is it near campus?” she replied.

“yeah, because i don’t want to graduate late. that’s why i decided to stay near campus during it.” you have thoughts on if you should just take a break this semester to focus on your pregnancy or not multiple times by now. but, of course, the rivalry comes back as you still want to keep pace with heeseung and your friends who will be graduating next semester.

“you should take a semester leave, (y/n).” heeseung cuts off your thought as you peek at him.

“i’ve already got what i wanted from the uni and it’s fine, heeseung. i can keep up.”

“well, you can, but what if you don’t take care of the babies?”

“of course, i can take care of the babies-“

“not by being stressed over college.”

“heeseung-“ you turn your body towards him as you grip both of his upper arms, firm hands holding him as you stare down at him. “i know what’s best for me. i know what my limits are. i’ve trusted you enough with the food but you should also trust me to know how to take care of myself outside of nutrition.”

your teeth are grinding against each other as your fiery gaze stays on him, even as you let go of the grip. it stays for a few more seconds as you turn back to head to the dads who seem to be forgotten by the sofa, seeing papa teary-eyed as he hugs and kisses your head before you let heeseung’s dad hug you.

his mom turns towards him, cupping his cheek. “she knows what she’s doing, heeseung.”

“but how should i know it’s right? cause that’s not right for me. my friend’s mom said that a pregnant woman should focus on preparing herself for her birth and doing college doesn’t seem to prepare her for that.” heeseung sighed as he looked at his mom, not expecting a slight hurt on her face.

“i was still doing my job when i was pregnant with you, heeseung. your dad trusted me for that cause he knows my limits, might be even more than i do. let her be and you might learn that she knows how to take care of herself, too.” her hand brushed away the fringe on his forehead, eyes glistening as she let out a small warm smile at him. the hurt falling away as heeseung sees her mom’s signature smile of knowing before she brought him in his arms, hugging him tight as he glances at you who is giving him a small look with a tight-lip smile before you turn away to the dining room.

heeseung stares at the glow-in-the-dark stars sticking on the ceiling. his back being stretched out on the floor as he laid on the comforter beside the single bed where you’re still playing with your phone. he remembered how he begged—trying to persuade—his parents to bring him home with them. but knowing that he’ll only be staying for one night and you two are “together”, they decide for him to stay with you instead. you can see how his fuming breath was held as you glanced at him with an unidentifiable look at the dining table, his parents believing you would let him stay in your bed.

but he insists on lying down on the floor, knowing the history between the two of you they don’t know, as you silently agree.

printed pictures still hang on one side of the room when he looks at them as long as the bedside lamp is still on. he remains silent, eyes tired from looking at his phone so much to distract him from his reality when he hears the rummaging movement on the mattress as you put the phone on the table.

“well, night, heeseung.” the click of the lamp is big in the white-noised room as darkness envelops the space, letting in the moon and streetlights outside beam their shine inside. your eyes easily adjust to the surroundings as you puff your one-less pillows on the bed to find the right position—knowing the ache of sleeping in the wrong position when you are carrying two fetuses inside you.

“since when did you work in a daycare?”

the man’s words overcome your action as you brush the cover of the pillow.

“why do you wanna know?” you put the pillows in the right position as you lay your head and back against it.

“since your mom proclaimed that you’ll be the mom ever.”

heeseung is reminded of the way you look when your mom says that, a look of pride coming out of your eyes as you unconsciously nod knowingly. even if you and him are close by proximity—by being your moms’ children, by being schoolmates, by having roommates who stay in proximity with each other—there’s still something that you don’t know about each other. because if the opposites know, they can use it as leverage to bring any of the two down.

“had a few babysitting gigs during high school days. i started to like it more and decided when i go to hybe, i’ve volunteered for a non-formal school for children and more. i decided to do a part-time job at a daycare and yeah…” you replied, laying down by your side as if you could see heeseung beside you when he is, in fact, below you.

“it doesn’t match with your major though.” heeseung gives a snide comment as you sigh loudly.

“so what if a business major can’t connect with my passion for childcare- fuck me.” you stopped to remind yourself to stop taking the bait from heeseung because you know he was making these comments to break your confidence within yourself. you could discuss how making and taking care of a business could resemble making and taking care of a child, but with the way he had pissed you off today in more ways than one, you rather stick that thought to yourself and instead, take offense towards him.

“why did you wrap your arm around my shoulders?”

heeseung glances towards the bed, seeing your silhouette on the top forming a dark shadow because of your comforter shielding it.

“i had to. so they know the babies are ours,” he replied with the thought that first came to mind after he already had his arm behind you—blaming his underlying consciousness for doing that.

“and it makes them believe we’re together when we’re not. look at us now.” both of your arms stretch out of the comforter to tell him just how big the situation you got yourself into cause how many white lies must you tell your parents to hide that this is because of a hookup, not because you are romantically linked?

your staggered giggles drop as you try to glance downwards at him, the arm nearest to the floor left hanging as heeseung didn’t comment on what you said. “well, this just got more complicated.”

“our situation is complicated since the start, (y/n).”

“well, i know who to blame for making our strings get more tangled with our parents cause fuck you, heeseung.”

he saw the lone middle finger standing tall from the silhouette of your figure before you picked yourself up and lay all your weight on the bed, turning the other side as heeseung followed; both of you staring at the opposites of the room, knowing that your bodies needed to rest so you can face each other again in the morning.

the time between that night and how you both lived after you went back to your own places near campus was a week when you texted him about the doula that you had told at your parent’s home. the car was left in neutral with the handbrake lifted as heeseung waited at the daycare where you work. his eyes gaze at the differing modes of transport each guardian is picking up the kids with before looking at the lobby as he sees you and another attendant saying goodbyes to the kids. he watches as a few of them hug you and even a few let their cheek rested against your growing bump before you take a glance forward at them who is going back to be with their parents, noticing his car for a few seconds before you return inside to take your items.

the backpack is hanging off your shoulders as you take another sliced fried potato from the container when you enter the passenger’s seat beside his driver’s one, resting your back against the seat with your bag there to support you. “hello! i’ve sent you the address, right?”

he stares at you with his squinting eyes, “you should not eat that.”

“it’s cravings, heeseung. it’s totally normal. the doula can count me on that.” you chew another fry as heeseung lets out a mumble under his breath as he moves the handbrake and puts the gear to drive, reeling the car forward as he drives you to the doula’s office. both of your moms have suggested several doulas for you to choose from, but you reminded them you’re having twins. so having a doula who specializes in taking care of moms birthing multiples will be helpful as it is also your first time.

playfully, you fly a french fry like an airplane towards heeseung as he drives, like the usual time you try to feed kids at the daycare. it nudges against his lips a few times before he bit it, pulling it off your fingers; making you let out a chuckle cause he can’t even resist it himself.

the parking lot was pretty barren as you only saw a few vehicles when you both walked out of the cars. you adjust the backpack once again on your back as the chime from the car tells you it is now locked as you enter the office building.

thanking the receptionist, you and he stood in front of the doula’s office as you knocked the door.

the door opens as a soft-spoken woman says from the inside, “miss (l/n)(y/n)?”

“yes, i am.”

“oh, come in. come in.” the door widened as heeseung could see the things inside the large office room. a desk in one corner and a cabinet stood behind it. accolades and certifications by the desk with a sofa on the corner beside the door. a box of what seems to be baby toys beside the sofa as posters are hanging on the wall. from the anatomical look of a baby inside their mom’s uterus to words of encouragement towards mothers.

“i’m haseul. nice to meet you.” the woman shook your hand as she then glanced at heeseung who was still wandering around.

“oh, uh, this is heeseung, the babies’ daddy.” you refer to his name as he looks at the lady, shaking her hand as she looks between the two of you.

“so, both of you aren’t married or dating-“

“no, we’re childhood friends and hooked up, and this happened.” heeseung blurts out as you raised your eyebrows, poking your tongue in the cheek. haseul nodded her head as she let both of you sit down in front of the desk.

“first, congratulations on the twins. you must be nervous to find that out.”

“of course, especially as a first-time mom. but, i’m feeling pretty okay.”

“that’s good, i’ve also sent you the questionnaire for you to fill on your plan for giving birth…” haseul’s voice traces out as heeseung glances at the portrait frame of her holding onto a baby with a mom, a glance at the book about post-partum, and a baby doll on top of the cabinet right in front of a corner window. he could only catch onto some words he recognized from jeongin telling him—birth, dilation, cramps, anesthesia, cesarean—as he sensed himself getting overwhelmed, especially when he had the second preliminary match in two days and his gig in being the documentation for a baseball match for hybe uni too.

his thumbs caressed his fingertips as he sensed the sweat forming on his palm, the same feeling he has every time he has to go to match. to then realize just how ready you seem by how eloquently you say the words for your requests to the doula like you’ve grown up much more than he is even though both of you are the same age. sure, he felt the leverage the first time when he sent you food and a few tips he makes beomgyu do; but his knowledge couldn’t compete with yours and it scares him to know he is losing his stance from above you. to know that you’re much more ready than him.

“heeseung…” he heard someone calling for him, before something wrapped around his wrist, taken aback to see you brought him back to the room he was in.

“sorry… what did you say?” heeseung replied as haseul gave him a warm smile.

“i’ve heard from (y/n) that you have known some knowledge of pregnancies but i could give you some sources to read because it is your first time as a dad as well.” the woman said to him calmly, looking at heeseung as if she can read his body language. your hold on his wrist stays as you rub the inside of his wrist with your thumb. “we have also discussed that (y/n) will try the normal route with water birth and if she can’t handle it, she’ll be going with cesarean. we could also do an appointment every two weeks as both of you are students now, but it is best if you come so you can understand each process as she is entering the second trimester.”

“i understand. i’ll try my best to set my schedule so i can join her.” heeseung glanced at you, who was giving a nod before you let go of your hold as he seemed to be anchored back in the room. the woman gives a small smile as she starts a lecture on the process of pregnancy, childhood, and parenthood. another class that heeseung doesn’t want to get in the first place, but knowing his determination to be the best dad ever—as what his mom believes him to be—he follows along with writing notes in his book as you have with your laptop. the class that he has to pass so he can take care of his children as best as he can.

even with the music booming from around his space, heeseung still felt like something was different. his eyes rested on the plastic-colored cup filled with a concoction of alcohol he didn’t know—he could taste the gin and what seemed to be fanta in it. the sigma mu’s frat house lits up in motion as he eyes the way the expensive big-ass speakers are scattered around the room, gazing at the familiar faces of his peers and juniors he has seen while walking around campus.

something stirs within him as he eyes his friends who are here—beomgyu who is by the speaker as he talks with the dj, jimin with his dance crew friends, jeongin with his class friend, while heeseung sits with sunoo and sunghoon on either side of him. that’s when he caught onto the silhouette of some familiar faces every time he comes across a certain person; every time he comes across you.

“excuse me, gang.” heeseung would like to thank himself for being able to stand up so stable even with the nearly empty cup, excusing himself from his basketball teammates to walk towards the frat boys of sigma mu to find the vp and his girlfriend by his side.

“winter…” he calls with the nickname he heard you and others call her before as said girl turns towards him with her boyfriend’s arm still behind the sofa.

“lee heeseung.” she spoke out with a grin on her face, “what makes you come in front of us?”

“i was wondering,” ‘fuck it’ heeseung drinks up the whole liquid that remains inside the cup, hoping that his alcohol tolerance still be able to support him to be stable, “has (y/n) ever talked to you about a doula check-up or some other thing?”

“she should’ve told me if there’s gonna be a checkup but i don’t think there is one nearest from now.” minjeong replies as she lets sungchan take care of her drink so she can comfortably talk to the boy in front of them.

“ah, really?”

“yeah!” minjeong replied before giving another smile. that’s when someone crashes to wrap their arms around minjeong and sungchan, making the two jump as they turn to see ryujin’s head between both of them before giving minjeong a peck on the temple.

“hey, (y/n)’s baby daddy. whatchu up to?”

heeseung chuckles as he looks between the two girls—”no wonder you have them as your friends, all of them are similar after all”—before he opens his mouth.

“just checking what’s (y/n) up to-“

“well, she’s not here. for your information.” ryujin lets out a smirk, “you must really wanna talk to her about something.”

“a doula appointment.” sungchan replied, “and you know how (y/n) is about…” the boy glances at, “him.”

heeseung’s teeth grit against each other as he senses they are hiding something from him. maybe because of your doing so you can prove to everyone that he isn’t as committed to his children as he spoke about.

“you and minjeong aren’t home, so i presume (y/n) is with chaer-“

“someone’s calling my name?”

heeseung sighs as he turns towards the voice of chaeryeong who is holding two cups of drinks as she gives one to ryujin.

“he’s asking about (y/n).” minjeong nods toward chaeryeong when she lets out a small ah before turning her head to stare at heeseung.

“since chan here invited all four of us at the frat party, she really wanted to be here but, of course, cause she’s preggo with YOUR children, she couldn’t. but all of us went out of the apartment together and she was holding a duffle bag of some sort.”

“where is she going?” heeseung doesn’t hesitate to ask, making your three friends look at each other and giggle.

“you seem desperate enough. she’s at the park near our apartment complex. she complained about needing a light workout because of how much her back is hurting.” ryujin said as heeseung could picture the park, knowing where you lived because he had picked you up for your trip back home for the weekend.

“okay, thanks all of you.” heeseung places the cup on the table beside the sofa where minjeong sits and turns away, letting the sense of fresh air flowing inside the frat house guide him to the nearest exit as he arrived on the pavement, feeling the stuffiness inside him getting lighter as he gave a text in his group chat he’ll be leaving early.

the walk there was pleasant, to say the least, because the suburban town the campus is in is pretty sparse compared to the city where heeseung and you live. there is enough place for it to be called a big town but not enough skyscrapers to be called a metropolis. and with the inconsiderable amount of apartment complexes available near campus, he already pinpointed the park where you might be.

crossing the black-and-white stripes, he arrived at one of the entrances of the park where he still could see a few people doing their activities inside—night jogging, playing chess under the streetlights, and a couple who was on a date. he was reminded of what ryujin said about how you might need exercise, but the duffle bag says to him you might stay in one place rather than walking around the park as the main event of your exercise time.

heeseung’s feet instantly brought him to the place that he had gone before in this park as it is the same park near where sunghoon, jay, and jake live—maybe they live in the same complex as you do—when he finds the silhouette lightly jog behind the trees from the path he is on. the sound of rubber meeting the concrete slaps across the night’s atmosphere as he sees you in the middle of the basketball court, wearing a sweatshirt where he could see the bump pushing against the fabric. the basketball bouncing between your palm and the ground creates the familiar sound as you jog toward the ring and shoot your shot. the ball hits the backboard enough that it bounces into the basket.

“fuck yes…” you exclaimed as you grabbed the bouncing ball into your hand, heaving as you brushed the sweat of your skin right underneath the spotlight shining on the court.

that’s when you pick up the scraping on the concrete and clap when you turn around to look at the last person you want to see tonight.

“you still got it,” heeseung commented, making you scoff as you took a few steps back so you stood adjacent to the free throw circle. holding up the basketball between your hands as you tried to remember the position before pushing towards the ring. the basketball curves as it hits the edge of the box instead.

“dammit!”

“you spun your ball,” heeseung replies as the ball flies into his arm, naturally guiding it into a dribble as he walks towards you.

“i didn’t.”

“your wrist was twisted and it makes your hand doesn’t flop straight towards the ring.” he walks towards your side as he shows you the way to hold it, making you glance at the arm muscles that form from holding the ball so much as he throws the ball, creating a perfect arch that it bounces on the back of the rim before it flies and the basket catches its fall. your body immediately reaches for it before heeseung can as you return to your spot whilst dribbling alternating between left and right.

“i know.” you lightly roll your eyes as you grab onto the basketball once again, wiping your sweat palm against your sweatshirt before you feel the right grip as you return to your position, reminding yourself to let the ball fly and not twist your ball before you threw it.

you heard a click of the tongue as you saw a pair of hands reaching to hold yours, making your hand move to the position as you picked up heeseung’s breath beside your ear. startled, your shoulder nudges against his chest as you hear a small “ack” before you throw the basketball, seeing it twirl in the air. you can hear heeseung saying “i told you so.” before it bounces against the backboard, but you are ready as you stride towards it to grab the ball before heeseung catches it and you quickly do a layup, gliding the ball as it bounces right at the small box above the rim as it bounces inside. you turn your body to face him, head tilted with a smug smile as the ball bounces before it rolls to heeseung’s feet.

but the smile falls as you see heeseung who is in his element, walking back to the three-point line and shooting his shot as the ball, once again, creates a perfect arc. the basket catches it into its net as heeseung walks towards the center of the court with a wide grin on his face. the ball bounces near you as you hold it and dribble once more, glancing at it, the court, and heeseung once again as you shake your head, scolding yourself to take things slow for your and your babies’ sake. the sudden epiphany makes your eyelids flutter as you dribble away at a steady walking pace around the court.

your footsteps are met with another as heeseung’s legs stride towards you, a smirk on his face showing as he replies, “that’s why you were put in the point guard position.”

“hmm…” your reply is small as you continue to dribble away the basketball, making you and he walk around the court together before he cuts through the silence.

“why did you stop playing basketball in high school?”

your body stood still as you let your muscle memory do your job of dribbling the ball, shifting your head towards his even if you look away.

“you were, well, it seems to be still are, good at it,” he added.

the memories of your first year in high school from the extracurricular showcase come back as you are already determined to stop playing basketball, focusing on doing something else that you were interested in.

“i got tired of it,” you replied, but heeseung seemed to notice that it was not all the truth.

“and…”

the ball stops bouncing as you hold it against you, wrapping your arm across your front along with the ball as you glare at him and reply, “you.”

“me?”

“yeah, you. i stopped playing because of you.” you turn around and set your eyes on the bench where your bag is. your water bottle calling for you so you can hydrate yourself as you give in.

“really, huh? wow, that was another victory i didn’t expect-“

“fucking hell, heeseung. that’s why- this-“ you gulped down your saliva, “what you become because of it is why i stop. i know our moms are outstanding basketball players at their time and we’ve gotten the signal to be like them but-“ you hold back as you throw the bottle inside the bag, holding yourself down as your hands form fists.

basketball has always been a large part of your life before you were even born. your mom and heeseung’s met because of their love of basketball as they became skilled players together. your mom and dad meet up because of basketball. you still remember the amount of pictures of your parents in their high school days in their basketball jerseys in the photo albums. even if they don’t pursue it professionally, it still becomes a large part of their life as it also spills onto you.

with the amount of time you have interacted with children—as it makes you see your own experience as a child in a different view—many of them like to mimic what their parents do before they form their own sense of self. you can see it with the way one child at the daycare is always playing doctor with dolls, figures, and plushies because one of their parents is a doctor. you were like that. you’ve heard and seen just how impactful basketball is to your mom that you want to be just like her, making you join the teams during your elementary and middle schools.

to see and feel the influence of your rival during practice and tournaments around you was overwhelming.

the tug-of-war between the basketball in between both of your hands is just the beginning of what kinds of rivalry you and him have during practice. even if your coaches assigned you to the same team, you or he, depending on who is first, will reach out to the coach to be put into the other team. even if you two had to practice together, hidden aggression is flying to the roof, which includes passing the ball so hard that it had even made your nose bleed. as time goes on and the many matches you and he have to compete in as you two have to watch each other to “encourage” each other’s team, you had notice the way you fell out of love of basketball because of how there are more bad memories associated with it even if you were being trusted as a captain for one season and scoring many buzzer beaters to let your team and school win the tournament.

“you’ve become so much better with it as i lost interest. i still remember when the coach brought me to the nurse’s office cause you passed the ball so hard that it hit my face. in the middle of practice for the last season in middle school, that’s when i knew…” you take steps closer as you now stand in front of him.

“i knew i’m in a losing battle against you.”

your muscles twitched as you wanted to let out a smirk when you noticed the hidden expression heeseung failed to hide, the little shock he had gotten to show. yet, the emotion that is enveloping you held it down, as you now had to tell him the truth. why your rivalry seemed to expand outside of the scope that both of you are in.

“that’s why i quit basketball. that’s why i decide to pursue my own path even with you tailing behind me to comment on my every move. because i am sick of you. yet, i held back. i had to retaliate, just like what i did on that fucking playground when we were 5. cause i’m not afraid of you even though i know i’ll lost in the end.” you chew the inside of your cheeks as heeseung seems to read your face while letting his brain figure out what you meant.

“that’s why i wanted a fucking truce.”

with the way your facial muscles contort, it hurts you more and more as you feel the tears of pain forming, harboring the feelings you have felt for nearly two decades now. with your hand raised, you wiped the small drop of tear as you let out a huge breath, feeling just a bit of the weight in your rivalry falls off—right along with you.

as you let your body sit on the concrete ground, you push yourself back slowly as you settle and lay on it. heeseung’s conflicted face peeking from your vision while you’re trying to blur it out by focusing on the night sky. though the light pollution is still around you, you can still see tiny specks of stars behind the shadow of clouds of the night. stretching your back on the ground as you let your backbone rest after trying to make you stand upright while carrying two growing fetuses.

eyelids close, you let nature take control in calming your emotions and let heeseung process the information himself. the first time you truly open up yourself behind the mask of your persona—maybe when he stays the night in your childhood room is one as you recall your feet resting against his sleeping figure, contemplating if you want to wake him up or not before gazing at the dusting basketball that you decide to bring back to your apartment after papa helps in blowing more air so it doesn’t sag too much.

the sound of rustling leaves seems to be louder as you rest still, hearing a muffled thump beside you as you open your eyes, looking at your feet to then find another pair lying down right beside yours.

“you’re the one that was throwing a fit and ruining my toy truck after i apologized.” you sighed as you took a peek to see heeseung’s head turning towards you, asserting dominance once again before looking back. you knew that if you replied with the same vibe to assert your own dominance, it would actually break you apart faster than the rate that you are now. however, you have one question that will be the right one to ask him about.

“did you mean that?”

“‘mean’ what?”

“the apology? did you mean that? cause i want you to look at it from my eyes, lee.”

heeseung traces back to that memory when he sees you teary-eyed face and his mom beside him, the boys he was playing with snickering on the side as they saw him getting in trouble with his then-friend. the “sorry” mumbled out of him with his eyes on you but mind on the boys, who seemed to not snicker at him, but at you for being a pissy fit. but, deep down, he knew…

“i meant it.” his reply makes you turn your head, mirroring his form as you let out a slight pout.

“with that smile you were giving? hell no-“ you rolled your eyes.

“i genuinely meant it. the boys that were there, they were behind you and they were laughing at us. i had to juggle facing you and them. i had to look fierce yet still can give you an apology. maybe that’s why you see the smirk that you see. i was a fucking child, (y/n). we’re not as good as we are not in hiding complicated emotions to only let out one.”

your chest rises and falls as you see the apology smirk in a different light. you don’t know if you should easily believe that or not, but after taking it into consideration, you could feel a small part of your inner child healing up before you realize the damage that you also have done to him.

“if it is genuine; i’m sorry, then. about the truck. you know how i felt now and why i did that.” you return to look at the sky once again as you hear the rustle beside you before peeking at heeseung who is also staring into the night, listening to him humming before you return to gaze back again.

“what would happen if i actually have the emotional intelligence to know that you were sincere that day?” your words cut off the silence as you felt the guilt pouring for it to be transformed into humor that was reciprocated well by heeseung’s chuckles.

“well, we wouldn’t have these two.” he playfully poked your belly, making you let out a small shriek before holding onto his wrist as you held his hand down between the two of you and you pivoted your head to see him.

“in all seriousness, i think we might have been the friends our moms see us to be because let me tell you, they see us differently than what we are having.” his words are replied with a hum as you added,

“i notice that too. glad we can be more civil in front of them.”

“we still could, you know.”

with the way you didn’t hold on to his wrist tightly, you felt the limb moving under your touch before his palm rested underneath your own. the wind blows against your sweaty top as it gives you shivers from the cold, hoping that your own temperature and a lifeline can help warm it up. and you can feel it warmer as you see heeseung pivot to mirror you. his fingers slid between yours as if he knew the little shivered breath you led out.

“have each other’s backs. emulate what they want.”

your eyes are galloping to the way the spotlight shines half of his as the other one is cast in shadows from facing the concrete. you could smell a faint scent of alcohol on him but with the life in his eyes, you knew he wasn’t drunk. the way his eyes are also peering with slight twitches as before connecting with your gaze.

both of you take turns to take a breath as you sense the tip of his nose brushing against yours. every time you let out a breath, the other’s lips linger before connecting once. your legs curled as you felt the ticklish sensation surging through your nerves before heeseung pushed your lower back so it could stay for one last long kiss before he pulled away. your noses touch each other as you feel his hand on your waist trails to your bump, pressing it down gently as you lean back to see him looking down at the body he is holding. then, his eyes flick back to you as he can sense you slip away, turning yourself away from him as you push yourself up with your arms.

grabbing the lone basketball and putting it in the duffle bag, you zip it up and shift to find heeseung now upright, yet still with his legs stretched out on the ground.

“baby steps, heeseung.” you pull away before giving a small salute.

“baby steps.”

your voice echoes as heeseung watches you walk away, biting his bottom lip before a chuckle falls out of him as he knows he had to text you back his question about the appointment, knowing that you will reply to him.

beomgyu breathed out as the elevator opened up to the now familiar hallway, holding onto the box that he had still had to bring even if heeseung already told him he’ll do the next one himself because of what he told him. the box held fresh ingredients that jeongin also pinpoint—courtesy of his doctor mom—on what you should eat, considering now that there are two of them inside you. beomgyu couldn’t help but feel melancholic knowing that this was the last time he’d probably visit your apartment complex as… well…

but, other than bringing you today’s box, beomgyu is here to pick you up for the doula appointment as heeseung will follow suit after practice. even his bandmates are weirded out as to why he has to do the errands, but knowing that they’re in the process of rest mode whilst preparing to create new music and focusing on academics, he allows it, especially with how long he has been best friends with the guy.

he huffs as he positions the box again against his upper body, sliding his pointer finger to the bell as he picks up the familiar bell sounding in the room. but it seems like there’s no one inside. he’s glad that he remembers the pin ryujin has given him as he pushes inside the door to see the clean empty living room of the apartment he has been in countless times when he had to put the box in himself. pushing off his shoes, he walks to the kitchen and places the box on the island counter before rushing towards the intercom to turn off the bell.

that’s when he heard the noise of something familiar.

a guitar strumming sound of chords and the changes he recognized.

beomgyu took tiny steps towards one of the ajar doors in the hallway as the realization of the familiar sound widened his eyes. of course it was familiar to him, it was his song.

the nearly acoustic rendition of “skipping stones” with a familiar voice he had heard makes him peek through the door to find you sitting cross-legged on your bed, holding a nearly all-white guitar as you strum while having headphones on your head, singing the daylights out as your window lets the stream of lights in through the window. he lets you sing as he can see you glow—jeongin had mentioned to him that pregnant women have this whole glow on them. maybe that’s what he was seeing in you. the way your fingers glide against the fretboard with your eyes on it or close as you sing the lyrics makes beomgyu mesmerized.

the last ring of strings strummed is heard from your rumble speaker when you notice clapping from outside of your headphones, making you look up to find beomgyu behind your slightly open door. his clapping turns to hollering as lets out a wide thin smile before looking away; you don’t want him to see you flustered. that is when you realize why you’re here.

“oh fuck, the doula appointment.”

“yeah!” beomgyu replies outside as you quickly tidy the guitar up into your case and you step into your wardrobe to grab some more clothes that are much more appropriate for your appointment.

“sorry, about that. beom.”

“nah, no worries. i can wait.”

“thanks!” you close the door as you quickly change your clothes, deciding for a flowy blouse with a rubber-banded culotte, needing to remind yourself to buy maternity clothes because you are slowly running out of clothes that fit you. you wore a bit of sunscreen as you got a message from mama telling you to embrace the pregnancy glow your friends seemed to notice is exuding out of you as you’re in the second trimester. wearing the eau du toilette that doesn’t make you as dizzy—unlike perfume—you open the door to see beomgyu leaning against the wall where it hangs a frame of you and your roommates in photo booths.

“you ready?” he held his hand out as you nodded, you put your hands out before beomgyu grabbed the strap of the bag from your hold, startling you before you returned to your usual state. if your face isn’t warm enough, it’s now warmer from the embarrassment.

the walk down to his car is silent as he helps with buckling the seatbelt to the side. seeing how much your stomach is rested underneath the strap makes him giggle as you recognize the smell of pot from beomgyu’s very appropriate old sedan car.

“hopefully you aren’t high while driving me.” you give a cheeky grin.

“of course not. heeseung will actually kill me if he finds that i dui with you.”

beomgyu twists the key of the ignition as the car turns on—yes, that’s how old his car is—as the sound of a loud rock song plays from the rock fm you recognized. his hand reaches for the button as you react,

“no need. i’m okay with it.”

he hums as he reaches for the volume to turn the sound down, not letting the rattling of the sound in the interior startle you as he pulls the car out of the parking space and into the road.

“can you check the quickest route to the office?” beomgyu said as he brushed his wolf-cut hair.

“of course.” you lean back against the leather seat as you open the map app on your phone, telling beomgyu the roads to the doula’s office. the song has changed to a familiar song by tom petty playing as you notice how beomgyu glances at you.

“what?” you called out with a few chuckles.

“i didn’t expect you to like my song, well txt’s song.” his reply is met with your own giggle as you lean back.

“even if i hate heeseung. that doesn’t mean i have to hate his friends, you know?”

your eyebrow is raised as he gives another quick look before focusing on the road, “if you don’t believe me, i’ve been a fan of band your band since, like, sophomore year when you formed.”

“why? i really wanna hear from a fan's perspective.”

your giggle warms his heart as you answered, “i just relate to it, ya hear? a band that talks about the hardships of finding oneself and the struggle of growing but in a more intelligible way other, especially ‘skipping stones’ from your newest album.”

both of beomgyu’s hands are on the steering wheel as you feel the brake of the car before turning to the curb of where the office is, parking nearest to the entrance as the car stops and he pulls the hand brake. both of you sitting inside as you waited for heeseung to arrive in a few minutes from the last time he texted you.

“why ‘skipping stones’ specifically?”

“hmm…” you suppressed the grin that is threatening to go out before replying with, “interpreting self-struggle with the idea of skipping stone is… in it of itself, very poignant. to correlate the body of water with your own and the stones you’re throwing as the struggle you’re facing.” you let out a huge sigh, “i don’t know- it’s something i understand, especially if someone else is doing the skipping stone to you, feeling that emotion sinking into you, replacing the water’s place…”

you glanced at beomgyu who was definitely staring at you, his hands on his lap as he let out a solemn smile, agreeing with what you said. you quietly nod and take a sharp intake, trying to find the right words to cut the rising awkwardness between the two of you, “other than that, the freaking dissonance on the harmony is so good. it gives a sense of unbalanced buoyancy as if you’re a leaf floating on the water and the skipping stone makes it unstable. great job on that.”

“thanks!”

“of course.” you nearly slapped yourself for leaning closer to the middle console, but beomgyu seemed to not react as much when you felt a bit of your finger touching his. “can’t wait for the next release. no pressure.”

the corner of beomgyu’s lips rose as he giggled, a boyish grin on his face before his expression changed, “don’t worry, me and the band won’t let the fans down.” he replied as you leaned back, head nodding. that’s when you hear the rumbling of the car right beside yours as you see the appearance of heeseung’s newer model car.

“gotta go. thank you so much for bringing me here,” you said as beomgyu helped pick your bag up from the backseat.

“of course, (y/n). gotta have to thank heeseung for letting me do so, but hey…” you felt his hand reaching and now touching your wrist, making you turn your body while nearly opening the door.

“i've known you since high school but we never hang out together cause of heeseung. maybe we could hang out, with your girls and my guys? if heeseung is already melting his ice down then i think that’s okay for us and our friends to hang out. it’s up to you, though.”

you suppress an amused smile as you think about it. thinking about how long have you been crushing on the boy in front of you and how you wanna shake heeseung a thank you for letting him do the errands, maybe even to your noise-canceling headphones that make him notice just how much you like him- no, his band. yeah.

“i’ll think about it. heeseung and i don’t have a formal truce yet but based on what we talked about last time, maybe it could work.”

“sweet-“

you heard a knocking on the door before you turned around to catch heeseung’s silhouette behind the glass window.

“i’ll talk to the girls so we can arrange a time.”

“me too with the guys.”

“okay, bye beomgyu.” the car door unlocks as you nuzzle the door open while hearing beomgyu’s own “bye” from the driver’s seat. heeseung helps to hold the door as you step out.

“thanks for her ride, gyu.”

“don’t mention it, hee. we might even have to ride with her often.” beomgyu said right as the door that heeseung held closed. the engine turns on as the car drives off the parking. you stand right beside heeseung as he looks at you, who still has a lingering smile on your face.

“why are you smiling, (y/n)?”

he lightly nudges your palm with his as you turn your head to him.

“you’ll see, hee.” as you took off towards the office, leaving heeseung once again alone as he then followed you.

part 2

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