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solarnomoon · 1 year

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get a guitar - lee heeseung

your boyfriend every third thursday/best friend not boyfriend/(not-so) secret crush, heeseung, gets a little too tipsy for you.

pairing >>> heeseung x male reader

tags >>> college au, alcohol consumption, confessing feelings???, misunderstanding, slight angst, fluff, comfort, (not super) drunk hee, suggestive content

author's note >>> i have a few things to say. first, this was inspired by drunk heeseung hello he's adorable ･ﾟ･(｡>ω<｡)･ﾟ･ and second, i rly liked riize's debut song! and ik, it's supposed to be fun and innocent, but it's fun to think there's more to it!

the rattling of your bedside table was not uncommon for you to be awakened by, but was what uncommon was the fact that as you open your eyes to silence your phone from the blasting alarm, there was no light that peered through the curtains, causing you to groan at being woken up so early.

you reach for your phone and see who dared to wake you from your slumber, and after your eyes adjusted to the bright light, you immediately pick up seeing sunghoon’s name. you figured it was important as sunghoon has never once called you, the reason being as he hates calling and only texts, dms, hell, even replies on twitter.

“hello?”

“h-hey y/n!” the voice that rang through was not sunghoon, now keeping in mind that technically, sunghoon had still never rung you. “what’s going oonnn!”

it’s not like you didn’t recognize the voice though, “sunoo? not much, but it’s fucking… 1:30 in the morning, what’s up?” you slowly sit up, rubbing your eyes after flipping the on switch for your ambient lamp next to you.

“heyy, so, basically we all went out as you know, and oh em gee, you have to look at the pictures we took, they are SO funny…” you hear someone else’s voice in the background to tell him to focus, whom you can only assume is jay. “sorrryyy, anyway we called because your little lover boy over here is like, a little like, too fucked up.”

“heeseung? and he’s not my lover boy.”

“notice how i didn’t say a name~” the guy over the phone just giggles, you letting out a sigh after hearing that heeseung might’ve gotten himself in trouble. “anyway, his roommate has his fuckbuddy over, probably getting her pregnant. he’s so fucking irresponsible with condoms, agh, i hate him!” the sudden outburst from sunoo makes you snort, the love-hate relationship they have is probably one of the most entertaining things you’ve seen in a while.

“it’s okay, sun, tell me how much you hate ‘lix later.”

an audible gasp is heard through the phone, with sunoo adding, “ugh, i hate that you’re friends with that stupid australian!”

“felix is not a bad guy, sunoo, and you know this too.” you take this opportunity to tease him back, “plus, you’re just jealous that he’s not fucking you instead, don’t lie.”

“not the point y/n. the real point is, can seung stay at yours? i know your roommate is out for the weekend, and none of us have space for him.” he pauses for a few seconds, then jay tells him to ‘tell y/n the other thing!’ sunoo lets out a noise of agreement, then continues. “he also has been asking about you all night. like, i mean literally talking about you every moment of his life. so i think it’s time to just give him what he wants…”

“he’s been asking about me?”

“uhh, when is he not? seriously, when are you guys gonna get together?”

“you know he doesn’t like me like th-“

this time, sunoo lets out a sigh, interrupting your sentence. “i don’t wanna get into this with you, we’re coming to your dorm.”

“but i didn’t say you c-“ and with that, your dorm room opens wide open, with heeseung holding on to jay’s shoulder to keep himself up. “-ould come."

after jay puts him down onto your chair, sunoo and jungwon walk in the room as well, with jungwon giving you a wave while sunoo gives you a hug. "he's your responsibility now, y/n. we couldn't get him to go anywhere else to be honest..." jay admits, his hand reaching to the back of his neck.

"it's... fine, just go have fun and enjoy the rest of your night. i can take care of heeseung." at the sound of his name, the guy looks over to you, mouth forming a wide smile when he recognizes your face.

"hey you, just the man i was looking for!" heeseung stands up from the chair and practically jumps into your bed with you, hugging you by the waist while his lower body stays on the floor. you nod to the other three, signalling them to leave, with jungwon and jay giving you a sheepish smile. sunoo on the other hand just wiggles his eyebrows and does the "salt shaking" motion, then leaves with them, shutting the door behind him.

you place your hands on heeseung's head and angle his face as to look at him, immediately feeling the warmth of his cheeks. as he looks up at you, you notice that he has a natural red glow, presumably from the alcohol he had consumed. "jeez, how much have you drank?"

he puts his fingers into a pinch, "a little bit." he removes his other hand from your waist to match the pinch, "just a little, a little." he puts his hand into a motion as if he's drinking a cup, signaling to you that he drank (as if you didn't already know that...) "actually, i drank a little."

"yeah, heard you the first... and second... and third time, heeseung. do you want some water?" you lean over to your bedside table to grab your water bottle, but when you try to hand it to him, he pushes it away. "you don't want?"

"i only want it if you drink it first!" he grins at you, confidence filling his voice all of a sudden.

"dude, how can you drink it if i drink it?"

"easy, you just pour it from your mouth into mine."

"what are you fucking talking about?"

heeseung gets up from the floor and sits next to you, leaning over to have his head on your lap. "it would be really easy like this, you just pour it into your mouth and then drip it into mine..." he wraps his arms around your waist again, putting his face into your shirt. "or, you could just kiss me with the water in your mouth."

you thought you heard him wrong, with the fact that he muttered his last sentence into your shirt, but after asking him to repeat it, you realize that what you heard was what he said. "...heeseung, i thi-" a muffled whine interrupts your sentence, and for a second, your heart squeezes, nervous that whine was one out of pain (definitely not because you liked the way it sounded coming from him). "heeseung?"

another whine erupts from his mouth, but before you could ask again, he answers, "stop calling me that, y/n."

"dude, you know that's your name, right?"

the movement was so quick that you didn't even know his drunk self could manage it, but in the blink of an eye, the positions had changed to where you were sitting in his lap, his arms wrapped around your waist still, but his face laying on your back. "but that's not what you call me."

"what are you talking about, seungie?" and with that, you could literally feel the muscles on his face form a slight smile, his face pressing harder into your back. after that, he removed it, putting his lips oddly close to your neck.

"that's my boy, much better..." his lips graze the bottom of your ear, before moving to the side of your neck, planting a small kiss. "so much better."

the minute you felt his lips on your skin, your instinct was to push away, your pulse quickening, and the area on the back of your neck tingling like sparks. "hey, don't fucking do that!" you looked back to scold him, but the tiny pout on his face made you soften up. "just... you can't do that kind of shit... not when..." i'm practically in love with you, you had wanted to say, and although heeseung was drunk, you couldn't take that chance of him remembering in the morning and prematurely ruining the friendship.

you knew it was bound to happen. it was only a matter of time before he found out himself or your feelings had grown immense amounts to the point where you couldn't take it anymore. either way was a lose-lose situation, but even knowing this, you couldn't lose heeseung as a friend, or a sort of fake lover the way he had treated you.

in fact, it was how he had treated you that made this impossible. he clung to you like a fucking leech. you and him were rarely seen without the other, and everyone around knew that if you invited one, you had to invite the other.

he'd play stupid horror games on roblox late at night with you, running halfway across campus the minute you said you were too scared to continue, and he'd hold you in his arms as you slept until dawn.

he'd invite you to his dorm and watch rom-coms with all of your favorite snacks, ramen that he had cooked for both of you guys, and heated blankets, massaging your back as you watched together while you laughed at the stupid jokes, periodically asking you if those pick-ups lines would work if someone used them on you.

he'd pick you up to go to a fancy dinner date, paying for your entire meal, then afterwards, bring you on a drive to the scenic areas and talk deep conversations with you as you guys admitted shit you never had before, discussing innate and learned fears, future plans, and why the earth revolved around the sun.

if you guys were dating, heeseung would be the absolute perfect boyfriend. he brought you to theme parks, county fairs, arcades, family meetups, holidays, pretty much everywhere. you couldn't imagine life without him, he was a staple to your life, and everyone knew you guys were practically inseparable.

but you and heeseung weren't dating. you had done all of these things in the past few months out of pure best-friendcy. and yet, you didn't want to lose this intimacy with him.

"not when you what, y/n?" heeseung leans to the side so you could see his face, curiosity floating in his eyes as he gazes at you.

"...not when you're drunk, heeseung."

"i'm not fucking drunk. and didn't i tell you to stop calling me that? it doesn't sound right coming out of your mouth." heeseung strengthens his grip around you, pulling you closer into him, as if he let go, you would fall out of his life for good.

"heeseung, you have to let go, you drank too much and you don't know what you're doing," before you could even realize it, your voice had started raising in volume and desperation little by little, "and it's like this isn't normal best friend behavior and i feel like i'm trapped in this fucking bubble of keeping to myself because i don't want to ruin us but i can't just leave you because you're so fucking important to me and i just!" you hold your breath, not knowing what to say next. "i just think it's unfair..."

you didn't even realize you were crying until heeseung was wiping the tears away with his hands, leaving small kisses on the top of your head. "hey, hey, baby..." heeseung whispered, making you even angrier. you turn around in his lap, hitting his chest.

"heeseung! don't even fucking call me that right now! that's part of the problem, you don't call your best friend that! stop fucking playing with my feelings!" you then grab his shirt and cry into it, muttering the last part, "if you wanna play with something, play with that stupid fucking guitar you have, not me..."

he chuckles softly at your sentence, but before you scold him for laughing at a time like this, he gently presses his lips against yours, encapsulating you into a slow, loving kiss. instead of fighting back, you lean into him, allowing yourself to be taken by his soft lips, kissing back with just as gentle of pressure, not wanting to be overwhelmed by a feeling you have dreamed of since you met the man.

as he pulls away, he wipes the tears stained on your cheek with his thumb lovingly, leaving his hands on your face. "you've been wanting to say all of that for a while huh? i feel like that outburst has been building up overtime." you just nod, not knowing what to say. "y/n, i swear to god, we've been dating. maybe not officially boyfriends, but dating." the confusion on your face must've been extremely evident, because he squishing his eyebrows together in retaliation. "you... you know i'm like... in love with you right...? right?"

"huh?" you sniffle, the tears stopping from the perplexed feeling overtaking your sadness. "you've never asked me out!"

"yes, i did! remember, at the park, when we had a picnic and i brought strawberry soju and the whole charcuterie board. i asked you that day, i remember what i said because i wrote it down. i said 'y/n, can we take this to the next step?' and you were like, 'yes!' so i thought you knew!"

oh.

you have never felt so fucking stupid in your life.

"that's what you meant?! i thought you meant to the next step of the stairs we were on!"

heeseung just looks at you blankly, mouth ajar. after a few moments, he just laughs, the sound so loud it reverberates through the room and even rumbles the bed. "n-no fucking way! is that why you randomly picked up the fucking blanket and moved it up to the actual next step?!"

"'cause that's what i thought you meant!" you exclaimed, the anchor in your heart that you didn't even know existed being relieved the more heeseung talked.

heeseung embraces you, placing another kiss onto your lips for a second, then just hovers in front of them, looking into your eyes. "then let me make it explicitly clear. y/n, i'm so fucking in love with you. please let me be your boyfriend."

you respond to him with a kiss of your own, allowing yourself to be overtaken with the absolute relief from the dredge that had been weighing you down on your guys' relationship for weeks upon weeks now. "yes, heeseung. i'd love for you to be my boyfriend."

he just smirks, hands moving from your face down to the hem of your shirt, wanting for you to take it off, which you gladly comply with. "fucking good. been wanting to kiss you, strip you, make you mine for weeks now, but you never reciprocated, so i just thought you weren't ready..." he takes your shorts off with efficiency, not wanting to waste any time with you.

"oh yeah? aren't you still drunk, heeseung?"

"was never that drunk to begin with, just wanted to get that water thing to work, but this..." placing his hands on your thighs, he spreads your legs and pulls you closer, "this is so much fucking better."

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ohyangchon · 7 years

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Compromise (Defendant x Pied Piper)

A Korean fan, 96taru tweeted a mashup of Defendant and Pied Piper’s villains, and how they would react meeting each other. They proposed something rather interesting though (either that or Bing mistranslated), so I’m putting pen to paper to see how it works.

My iteration of Heesung is taken from the Impairment series of my own Pied Piper tag. It’s not canon, simply my take of what happens to him post-drama. He is also a major spoiler for the later episodes of Pied Piper, so tread lightly.

Minho is also my own iteration, taken from my interpretation of the tweet’s translation.

OOC Edit: This mashup was created because both actors (Yoon Junsang and Uhm Kijoon) are good friends in real life.

There was a slight noise as Heesung rolled through the narrow corridor, a table with some materials mounted across his lap as he controlled the movements of his wheelchair by sipping and puffing to create motion. Just as claustrophobic as I remembered the rooms to be, the mechanical voice hummed to nobody in particular, and he finally stopped short in front of the heavy metal doors where Seungchan was waiting for him.

“You’re late,” he snapped, and Heesung rolled his eyes, “We’re meeting a death row convict, and you’re taking this like a joyride.” My apologies for hardly being outside, retorted the scathing mechanical voice, Heesung giving a minor tilt of his head as the doors clattered open for them. Two guards warned them to not spend too much time in there, for the criminal was ‘incredibly unstable and manipulative’. Seungchan shot Heesung a look at the description, and Heesung merely blew a raspberry at the other man as they both entered, Seungchan sitting in the foldable chair with his usual lazy posture while Heesung parked across the other man in the room.

Truth be told, Heesung despised men like the one across him- men who bought off people of power to silence their wrongdoings, and assumed they could get away with whatever they wanted. He barely hid this compared to his companion, however, cracking his jaw in annoyance at the frail, cowering figure that had finally witnessed the brunt of how cruel the prison system was to people like him. Seungchan leant forward, placing his hands on the table and watched the other man flinch visibly at the noise, immediately detecting the apprehension from the other. They weren’t here to discuss reconciliation or cooperation from him: they just wanted to get him mentally stable to serve a life sentence. Heesung would’ve rather he died.

“Your father had a history--” Seungchan began, peering at his file as the other man finally looked up, his unfocused eyes seeming to dilate in fear at the mention. “Don’t mention his name,” snarled the prisoner lowly, “Don’t even talk about it.” Maybe we could discuss your twin, then, Heesung added thoughtfully, effortlessly going in for the kill, The twin who stole everything you wanted. He watched the fear melt away into full-blown rage with a detached calmness, merely staring when the prisoner jumped to his feet and swung his handcuffs blindly at the duo before him. “Don’t say his name,” he repeated, the threat uttered through gritted teeth while Heesung shook his head, “I don’t know who you are or what you want. I’m not telling you anything.”

One could almost feel the shreds of Seungchan’s patience fade away: if only Myungha was here. “Cha Minho-sshi, we’re not here to get you to tell us anything. We’re trying to lighten your sentence,” the man ventured benignly, his tone barely betraying the annoyance he felt. Heesung showed disgust at this- it was so typical of Seungchan to throw morals away for money, but he knew where the other was coming from. Lightening the man’s sentence meant securing a huge chunk of funds for the Negotiation team, a startup fund they desperately needed, and as much as Heesung felt it deviated from his crusade, he let Seungchan be. Maybe I could speak to him alone, he typed to Seungchan, eyes drifting to his direction as he watched Minho stew from the corner of his eye, It might be something ‘psychopaths’ could connect to.

Seungchan clenched his jaw at this: as much as he knew how good Heesung could be with criminals that aligned with his thought process, he still didn’t trust Heesung to be amendable with someone that was staunchly against all he believed in. Still, he figured if Heesung was requesting this, he probably had something in mind. With a squeeze on the other’s shoulder, the man got up and excused himself, going to the other side of the one-way mirror to see how things would go. It was when Heesung was alone that he allowed the contempt to creep into his expression, not that he had always been able to control his emotions very well in the first place.

I heard you were assaulted in prison, the mechanical voice began, emotionless as it projected through the room: Heesung’s grin widened as the prisoner froze, before beginning to shake uncontrollably, Friends of someone you killed. Who was he again? Lee Sunggyu. Just a little boy who went down the wrong path. Whose life you ruined. His face returned to passiveness once more, an unmistakeable scowl of disgust etched upon his features- the moment he had done his research and stumbled upon the articles about the boy, whatever negotiation he had wanted to conduct with this Minho was gone. He had as little patience as Seungchan, and he couldn’t be as magnanimous as Myungha.

Heesung watched, however, as the fear seemed to ebb away from the other as quickly as it came. “I countersued them for battery and assault,” Minho added, his vacant eyes twinkling with remorseless malice, “They had it coming. Ruffians need a good lesson to beat them into shape.” Another jaw clench passed through Heesung, before he quickly relaxed. Your corneas were damaged when you fell on the shattered glass used to assault you, continued Heesung, trying to tamp down his fury, Which is why we’re opening this conversation in the first place. You could cooperate with us, or wait for the gallows to find you- we wouldn’t be here if your...ah, lover hadn’t contacted us.

That was enough to elicit a reaction from Minho, whom immediately dropped the malicious swagger to something almost concerned. “H-how is she? Is she eating well? Did she come back from America yet?” His questions were heartbreakingly earnest to those who knew of his plight, “How about my son? He should be starting elementary school by now. I hope she took my suggestions to enrol him into an international school. They have a bilingual system, he needs it.” I’ll answer that...if you want to cooperate with me, Heesung added plainly, and he watched Minho bob his head furiously in assent. “I-I’ll cooperate. I’ll do anything. Let me hear her voice,” he begged, raising his handcuffed wrists to give Heesung the gesture of ‘one’ with his index finger, “Just once. And my son’s. Please.” Heesung took this opportunity to turn to the mirror, waiting for his earpiece to crackle with Seungchan’s familiar voice.

As the room fell silent, Minho grew increasingly agitated, sweeping things off the desk with his hands before burying his face into them. “Stop lying to me...stop lying to me...she never contacted you...did she?” he finally whimpered, the voice of a broken man. With the explicit approval of Seungchan, Heesung’s eyes darted over to the voice calls, blinking to allow the voice to waft through the room.

I’m sorry to have to call you for this favour, mister Joo. This...this is Na Yeonhee, the female voice began, I know I shouldn’t, but please...save Minho. He can’t keep staying in prison, and I know you’d be able to talk him through things. You, miss Yeo and mister Yoon are the only people I trust that would be able to break him down. He’d listen to no one else- record this conversation and tell him...tell him that I’d wait. Please don’t let him die. He shut off the rest of the conversation: it was but mere discussion of prices and Seungchan selling his soul to save Myungha’s dad’s lifeblood, before he shot the visibly shaken Minho a slight half-smile.

Will you cooperate, the mechanical voice stated flatly, and Heesung too began to speak. “We...can help,” he slurred out, managing to keep his tone even while he struggled with his words. Under the fringe that obscured Minho’s eyes, Heesung watched a fire ignite in the other, as though something his ‘wife’ had stated had finally a switch in him. “I’ll be good,” eked out Minho in a small, terrified voice, “Do your worst.” Heesung felt his malicious smile return to him once more, triumphant in the face to this. He waited for Seungchan once again, allowing the other man to give him directions, before his eyes searched the tablet before him, casually blinking and typing out his next words.

Let us begin then, the voice rang out, and Minho turned his terrified but unfocused gaze to Heesung, seemingly convinced that they were holding his ‘wife’ hostage, My name is Yoon Heesung. You might be familiar with my name elsewhere-

I am the Pied Piper, and this is my job now- to punish people like you.

We might not be on the same page now, but we will eventually be. They always end up on the same page as me.

#tvn pied piper #innocent defendant #sbs defendant #shin ha kyun #yun jun sang #uhm ki joon

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