#lhs

[kandavers]

you guys are never gonna guess what i started reading

[heeaara]

이희승 ────── MISCHIEF.

🍷 ｡｡ when you do the 'hes so hot' prank on him. drabble lee heeseung x 𝑓.reader ⟡ wc120 cw ── relationship skinship petnames . . overall fluff .

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you sit in your bed scrolling through your phone when you hear the bathroom door opening, a teasing smirk taking over your lips ready to take action.

Your boyfriend, steps out of the washroom, hair damp from shower, wearing a pair of sweatpants being shirtless, with a towel hanging around his neck.

He goes towards the closet opening it to take out a shirt to wear.

"oh my gosh he's so hot. ." you say out loud for heeseung to hear, looking at your phone trying your best to completely ignore his presence.

He stops his movements—startled, turning around to look at you, a frown taking over his face, "baby what? Who are you talking about?" he asks bewildered, raising his eyebrows.

You look up from your phone, trying to act as cool and nonchalant as u could, replying with a "no one", and look back at your phone.

Confusion and jealousy takes over him, his gaze lingering on you more than it should.

"lee y/n." you hear heeseung's sharp and stern voice, you quickly look up from your phone, eyes slightly widened at the 'lee'.

"what?" you ask.

he closes the closet door without wearing a shirt, a small sigh escaping his lips, slowly taking his steps towards the bed, towards you while keeping his stern gaze on you.

Your heartbeat fastens, "h—hey! Wear your shirt!" you pronounce, trying your best to keep yourself composed.

He stands right next to you, his broad figure towering over your small delicate frame, "who were u calling hot a moment ago?" he asks in a serious tone, folding his arms over his chest.

"ah, no one", you reply quickly.

he raises his eyebrow "wdym no one? show me ur phone", he says leaning towards you.

laughing nervously, not being able to keep up with your prank, you finally pick your phone, showing him a pic of him that you had saved in your gallery, "look, isn't he so hot?" you state teasingly as you hold your phone in the air.

Heeseung's hands rest at the either sides of you, looks at your phone, a smirk subbing at the corner of his lips, "oh yes he is", he remarks with his signature cocky smudge smile.

You chuckle shaking your head as he leans in forward towards you, one of his hands lazy draws up to your shoulders, grazing your collarbone lightly, "I am glad you find him hot or else, im afraid i'd had to beat the shit out of someone again . ."

아라 : 1st heeseung written fic. this was supposed to be an ot7 reaction but i changed my mind, hope ygs enjoy reading it, xoxo.

[dksfml]

picture perfect - lhs

pairing: ex!heeseung x midnight rain!reader genre: angst, exes meeting again in a different circumstance, heeseung is getting married, the one that got away word count: 2.5k summary: what's worse than interviewing your ex-fiancé for his wedding while tormented by the life you could have had? especially when you couldn't stop glancing on the ring on his finger.

My boy was a montage A slow-motion, love potion Jumping off things in the ocean I broke his heart 'cause he was nice

“When did you realize that she was the one? That it was love?”

The room was colder than you expected, or maybe it was the weight of the moment that made you shiver. Five years had passed since you left Heeseung behind, but here you were, standing across from him again. He stood in a pristine tuxedo, tailored to perfection, like the life he now led—polished, flawless, but distant. Heeseung, heir to a powerful conglomerate, and you, the broadcast journalist in a media uniform tasked with interviewing him for what was being called the "wedding of the century."

It had been an impossible love, one you knew couldn’t last. But that didn’t stop you from falling hard for him.

Back in college, it felt like the stars had aligned just for you two. You met by chance in a quiet library, studying late at night. You were flipping through notes, while he sat across from you, struggling to stay awake after hours of classes and business meetings for his family’s company. He caught your eye when he nearly fell asleep, knocking a stack of books to the floor.

“You alright there?” you had teased, a soft smile playing on your lips.

Heeseung rubbed his eyes and chuckled. “Yeah, just tired. Guess business majors don’t get to sleep, huh?”

That small interaction turned into late-night study sessions and shared meals at the local café, hiding from the world that seemed to have already decided your places. The more you learned about him, the more the quiet, gentle side of him drew you in—the side that wasn’t always front and center in the media’s image of him.

“Let’s keep this just between us,” Heeseung had said once, eyes soft as the two of you sat together in a dimly lit restaurant far off campus, tucked into a corner where no one would recognize him. “The world outside… it’s too complicated.”

You agreed, understanding the stakes. His family had expectations, and you were just an ordinary student. Yet, it didn’t stop the stolen glances in class or the secret hand-holding when no one was watching.

Those were some of the happiest moments of your life. No matter how fleeting, they felt like something real, something lasting.

And then there was that night—your last trip together before everything changed. The two of you had gone to a secluded beach, the sound of waves crashing against the shore the only witness to your love. Underneath a sky full of stars, Heeseung pulled out a ring, his hands trembling slightly as he looked at you, eyes wide with hope.

“I know it’s crazy… but marry me,” he whispered, his voice full of emotion. “I want you to be the person I come home to. The one who knows me when the rest of the world only sees… him.”

You had said yes without hesitation. How could you not? In that moment, it felt like everything was falling into place. You had both once pictured yourselves at opposite ends of the aisle—him in a crisp, white tuxedo, and you in the wedding dress of your dreams. It was this memory of him that still kept you awake at night.

But reality didn’t wait long to rear its ugly head. Graduation came, and with it, responsibilities neither of you could ignore. You got your dream job as a news presenter, but it meant constant travel. Heeseung, meanwhile, was tied to his family’s legacy, the weight of it pressing down on him, anchoring him to a life you couldn’t share.

"I can’t leave everything behind," he had told you one night, frustration evident in his voice. "This is who I am."

"I know," you replied quietly, staring down at the engagement ring on your finger, feeling its weight more than ever. "And I’m not asking you to. But I… I need to be someone too. I can’t just be… your shadow."

Heeseung had pleaded with you to stay, to make it work somehow, but deep down, you both knew it wasn’t possible. The worlds you came from were too far apart, the demands on you both too great.

When you took off the ring that night in his car, your hands trembling, the look in his eyes broke you. Heeseung had always been composed, even under pressure, but that night, he cried. You watched as his tears fell, and the ache in your chest felt unbearable.

"I’m sorry," you whispered, voice barely holding steady as you placed the ring in his palm. "I love you, but I can’t… I can’t do this."

Heeseung had tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat. All he could do was watch as you opened the car door and walked away.

Now, five years later, that past stood between you like an invisible wall.

The soft murmur of crew members adjusting lights and setting up cameras filled the studio, but all you could hear was the steady, rhythmic pounding of your heart. Heeseung sat in front of you, the gleam of his dark wedding tuxedo catching the artificial light. His hand rested on his knee, the gold band on his ring finger gleaming—a silent reminder of everything that had changed.

You cleared your throat, shuffling your notes, attempting to shake off the unease settling over you. This was supposed to be just another interview—routine, professional. But the tension in the air was palpable, an invisible thread tugging at memories you thought you’d buried.

"Mr. Lee?," you asked again, your voice steady, eyes fixed on the paper in front of you to avoid the intensity of his gaze. "A lot of people are curious about your relationship with Ms. Choi. When did you realize that she was the one? That it was love?"

Heeseung shifted slightly in his seat, his eyes flickering to yours before looking down at his hands. For a moment, he hesitated, and you found yourself unconsciously glancing at his left hand again—the wedding band glinting under the lights. The sight of it made your stomach twist.

"When did I know…" Heeseung trailed off, his voice quiet, reflective. He took a deep breath before answering, his eyes still focused on his hand. "I think love can be complicated. Sometimes, it’s not about a single moment, but a series of small ones. You come to realize what's expected of you, and you grow into it, bit by bit."

It was a carefully worded response—safe, diplomatic. He wasn’t answering the question. Not really. And that tugged at something deep inside you, pulling at threads you didn’t want to unravel.

You nodded, trying to move forward, but your thoughts were slipping. "But… when did it feel like more than just expectation? When did it feel like love?"

The words fell from your lips before you could stop them. Too personal. Too revealing. Heeseung’s eyes snapped to yours, surprised at the sudden shift, the edge in your voice. For a second, the air between you thickened, the unspoken past rising to the surface.

"When did it feel like love?" Heeseung repeated slowly, his eyes lingering on your face, as if searching for something. His voice softened. "There was a time I thought I knew… what love felt like."

You blinked, the space between his words loaded with meaning. There was an implicit sadness in the way he spoke, a crack in the façade he’d been holding up for so long.

You felt yourself sinking deeper into the moment, losing grip on the professional veneer you had worked so hard to maintain. Your gaze dropped to his left hand again, to the gold ring encircling his finger. It felt suffocating, knowing it symbolized a future you once imagined would be yours.

Your own fingers absentmindedly brushed against your ring finger, where once a promise had been worn but was now bare. Heeseung’s eyes followed the movement, his gaze lingering there for a moment longer than necessary. His lips parted, as if he wanted to say something, but he closed them again.

The camera’s blinking red light reminded you where you were. You cleared your throat, refocusing on the script, but your mind was still spiraling.

You hesitated before asking the next question, feeling the weight of it before the words even left your mouth. It wasn’t on the script—it wasn’t the kind of thing you were supposed to ask in an interview like this. But it was the question you had to ask, the one lingering at the back of your mind since you stepped into the room.

You swallowed, feeling your pulse in your throat. "Are you happy?"

The silence that followed was suffocating. Heeseung’s gaze lingered on you, and for the briefest moment, his polished composure cracked. His eyes softened, as if searching for something in yours.

He hesitated, his gaze dropping briefly to the ring on his finger again—gleaming and perfect, a stark contrast to your own bare hand. The ring you had taken off five years ago.

"I... I have everything I’m supposed to want," he began, voice quiet, almost too quiet for the room. His answer was measured, careful, like he was trying to convince himself as much as he was you. "I’ve built a life, a career... I’m where I’m supposed to be."

But then his eyes met yours again, and for a heartbeat, something vulnerable passed between you. "But happiness?" He let the question hang in the air, not answering it fully, but leaving the meaning clear. His gaze lingered a second longer, unspoken words filling the silence.

You bit your lip, trying to keep your emotions in check as the weight of what wasn’t said between you pressed down. His answer, or lack of one, told you everything.

You glanced down at your next question, but your voice betrayed you, trailing off as you asked, "Do you… ever think about the life you could have had? If things had been different?"

Heeseung’s gaze locked onto yours, his expression unreadable. The question hadn’t been on the script. You hadn’t even realized you’d said it until it was too late. A deafening silence filled the room, every crew member, every camera operator feeling the tension brewing between you both.

His jaw clenched slightly, and for a moment, it looked like he wasn’t going to answer. But then, his voice came, soft, barely above a whisper, yet laced with emotion. "Sometimes… I think about the life I could have had. The life I almost had."

The way he said it made your breath hitch. You weren’t sure if anyone else in the room could hear it, but to you, it felt like the only thing that mattered. His words hung in the air, filling the space between you with a weight too heavy to ignore.

You tried to regain control, but you were slipping further, your thoughts clouded by the memories you had worked so hard to forget. "Do you have any regrets about the past?” you asked, the question intended more for your own sake than for the magazine.

Heeseung's expression softened, and for the first time throughout the interview, his voice wavered. ‘Regret... it's complicated. There are times when you make choices because you believe they’re what’s best for everyone. Yet there are nights when you can’t help but think… what if?’"

His words hit you like a wave, washing over you with the force of all the unspoken feelings between you. What if. Two simple words, yet they carried the weight of everything you had left behind.

Your breath hitched, and you glanced down at your notes, trying to steer the interview back to safer ground. But the damage was done. You couldn’t hide from the truth anymore.

You felt your eyes well up, memories flooding back of the days when Heeseung had been your world. The secret rendezvous, the promises whispered under moonlit skies, the proposal on the beach—the life you almost had. You swallowed hard, pushing the memories down.

"Two weeks until the wedding," you said, your voice hollow, desperate to pull the conversation back to the present. "Are you… ready?"

Heeseung didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked at you, really looked at you, as if seeing past the years, past the distance, and straight into the heart of the girl he had once loved. His lips parted, but the answer you expected didn’t come.

"Are you?" he asked quietly, the question hanging in the air like a lifeline.

Your breath caught in your throat. The room felt too small, the walls too close. You blinked, shaking your head slightly as if that could shake off the weight of the moment.

The tension between you was unbearable now. You could feel every unsaid word, every lingering regret, every what-if stretching between you, filling the space with a heaviness you could no longer ignore.

"Thank you for your time, Mr. Lee," you said, your voice tight, trying to wrap up the interview before you completely unraveled.

But as you stood to leave, Heeseung’s voice stopped you.

"Y/N…"

He adjusted his cufflinks, and the air between you grew heavier. Finally, he spoke, his voice low. “Do you ever think about… that time?”

You looked at him, surprised he had asked. The cameras aren’t rolling anymore. “All the time,” you admitted, the truth slipping out before you could stop it.

Heeseung nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Yeah… me too.”

You paused, not daring to turn around, your heart in your throat.

"If I had another chance…" His voice was barely a whisper now, but it sliced through the room like a knife. "I would risk everything."

Your hand hovered on the door handle, but you couldn’t move. His words clung to you, wrapping themselves around your heart like a vice. You swallowed hard, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall.

But you didn’t turn back. You couldn’t.

Instead, you stepped out of the studio, the weight of everything unsaid pressing down on you, knowing that you’d leave this room just as you had left him five years ago—heartbroken and haunted by what could have been.

About an hour after the interview, you found yourself standing at the back of the studio, watching as Heeseung and his fiancée posed for their couple shots. He looked effortlessly handsome in his pristine black tuxedo, while she glimmered in a flowing gown, radiant and picture-perfect.

“Smile a little wider, Heeseung!” the photographer urged, and your heart ached as you watched him comply, his smile lighting up the scene in a way that had once been reserved for you.

You swallowed hard, the memories flooding back—late-night laughter, whispered secrets, and the way he’d promised you the world. A crew member nudged you, breaking your reverie. “They really are the perfect couple,” he said.

“Yeah,” you replied, your voice thick with unshed tears.

As you turned away, the sight of them—the life you had once envisioned—felt like a dagger to your heart. It was time to leave, to step back into your own reality, but a lingering question haunted you: What if things had been different?

[lvcky-g1rl-syndr0me]

everyday boyfriend texts ♪ lee heeseung

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

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

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[dykeysh]

@creativename87 hi! I'm you secret santa for @orvblr ^-^

You requested kimcom loving kdj post-epilogue with some hurt/comfort, so this is what I came up with. Poor guy is having some difficulty with his emotions..

[headphonemouse]

Biyoo should have more bonding time with her old (new) companions!!

[princehee]

On Your Knees! - Lee Heeseung

Pairing: Heeseung x fem reader

Warnings: smut, fingering, blowjob

Synopsis: Two academically inclined students using each other to relieve their stress - rivals with benefits?

WC: 1k

PS. not proofread

"Hey, can you help me solve this?" the girl sitting next to you whispered, making you drift your eyes away from your book for a few seconds.

How can people not get the simple things right? your own voice echoed in your head as you gave your friend a firm nod.

And before you could get back to your book, the bell rang, making half the class already disappear, leaving you and your class president still stuck to your seats.

You walked to the one occupied chair, rows ahead of you and mouthed a 'Now' to the tall boy, who was running his fingers through his soft hair, seemingly consumed in the book he was reading, up until you beckoned him to join you for the rendezvous

You turned your heels towards the door, without waiting for him and exited the classroom in no time, his footsteps trailing behind yours.

The old supplies room never caught anyone's attention, students mostly ran to the wide playground or the library after school. Unlike the two of you, who discovered it by chance, and made it your meeting room to relieve the built-up stress throughout the day

You took your usual spot on the chair, and he on his knees on the floor, right under you. You'd be lying if you said that seeing him on his knees for you, didn't turn you on. The visuals were too pleasing.

You spread your legs apart and slightly rolled up your skirt, so you could see his face fuck your pussy.

He loosened his necktie a little as he adjusted himself in front of your entrance. Without wasting much time with unnecessary foreplays, he licked the sides of your thigh, slowly tracing his tongue to your already wet core. Your body instantly reacted by the toes curling in, and your knees being pushed inwards, squeezing the poor boy's cheeks between your legs.

He brought his hands to rest on your thighs and push them away to ease him in hitting your spots where you like them

He hooked your panty and pulled it one side with his finger, exposing your dripping cunt. Then he swiftly ran his tongue all over it, making you arch your back on the chair. You released your first moan, but tried holding yourself back from calling his name, because if you did, then it'd be game over for you two.

You both agreed on the 'no strings attached' rule from the beginning. However, you weren't really the fuck buddies type either, you never really took it that far. But there were times when you felt like you needed more of him, but you were too timid to voice it, because 'more' meant

It only took you a minute to squirt your cum all over his face. And right after you did, he stood up from his spot and wiped his face with the tissue he pulled out from his pocket.

"I'll be needing you after practice tonight" You were too dazed to even respond to him, but he looked at your worn-out state from the corner of his eyes and smirked to himself, feeling proud and satisfied at his work. Heeseung, the ace that he is!

You initially planned on leaving home early after school, but now you had an appointment lined up, so you decided to finish your homework in the library and wait till his practice ended.

A couple hours passed by, and you were almost done with your studying for the day. That's when you received a text from him, asking you to meet him behind the bleacher, so you packed your stuff and made your way to the field.

"Here?" you questioned, looking around and cocking your head slightly

"Yeah, there's no one here, don't worry" he spoke as he settled down on one of the benches, spreading his legs apart and looking at you impatiently.

You looked around one more time just to be sure, before dropping on your knees and pulling the drawstring of his shorts loose. You could already see the outline of his hardened member through his boxer. You almost forgot that you were staring at it for a good minute, and he let you.

Had you both been in a relationship, you'd have teased him for getting so hard .... for you. But you agreed on keeping things direct and straight-forward which meant no teasing, foreplays or unnecessary moaning like they do on Pornhub.

You rubbed his tip with your finger and ran your hand up and down his length. He was already leaking some precum even before you touched him, so you decided to lick it off for him. The sensation of your warm tongue that wrapped around his tip couldn't be described in words, but you noticed his head falling back and a deep moan that followed it.

You'd never heard him moan before, so this was your first time actually hearing his deep voice and for some reason, it turned you on. You wanted to record it and play it on loop every time you touched yourself at night, before drifting off to sleep.

You could see beads of sweat trailing down his forehead to his shoulder blades from the corner of your eyes. Your tongue kept swirling around his shaft and soon enough, you felt his hand gently pushing you deeper into him, so your mouth started to move along his length. He was too big for you to take in all at once, so you took your time in adjusting to his size as tears slowly started to form in your eyes. You'd turn into a crying mess if you kept going for another minute. Luckily for you, he seemed like he was reaching his high too, from all that twitching of his cock inside your lips.

You wondered what you could do to hear his throaty deep moan again, but it looked like he was giving his best in holding back from giving in to guilty pleasures that could possibly ruin what you actually have.

He pulled out as he came, spilling his thick cum all over your dress. Just great! You guessed that you probably had to head back to the bathroom to wash it off, cause you wouldn't want to gather unnecessary attention from people.

He was already packing up his stuff to get going, but you had things to say to him, things that could possibly even test your relationship that you're in, but you were still soaking wet, all from his moan and the wild imaginations that wrecked your brain

"I ... need" you whispered, hoping he'd hear you, but he was already on his tracks, leaving you behind to take care of your own business

Part 2?

[sofonn]

"Once this is over, I want to hear Lee Hyunsung-ssi's story."

He never did.

[morning-and-good-night]

ORV textposts 2/?

[kandavers]

Finally finished the self indulgent orv comic i've been talking about... will post sex soon

ps. ignore the typo i'm too lazy to fix it rolls eyes

Edit: SORRRYYY I DIDNT KNOW THAT THE ABYSSAL BLACK FLAME DRAGON IS A MINOR AUGHGHHH i didnt read that far yet and i just basically took the constellation names from a reddit article LMAO so please pretend that it's some other constellation 😭🙏

[rubiks3ube]

Bad Good News Everyone!

Due to popular demand. The Leafy Appreciation Society is now The Leafy Hating Society.

I know this must be very confusing but you’ll all come to understand as we now collectively loath the Leafy.

Any complaints will go to our suggestion box, aka the shredder.

Otherwise, if you hate our little lettuce coloured leaf, welcome to LHS!

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[insomaniacat]

rereading orv is realizing that the words lee sookyung told kim dokja is true. you reread a book and you understand it from a different perspective. you read orv the first time and you see everything from kim dokja’s perspective, especially if you dont realize when he’s being an unreliable narrator or not. you believe he has a complex yet ambiguous relationship with yoo joonghyuk. you believe it’s pretty weird how kim dokja company cares so much about him despite walking the scenarios with them. you believe the words of the fourth wall is a romanticization of kim dokja’s actions, and not the truth that he keeps hidden away from his audience. you discover the story with kim dokja, our main character, because it is presented through kim dokja’s narration.

yet you read it again knowing everything that will happen in the future, and you become a side character. you know what will happen and you want to change it, but you can’t. you are doomed to watch as kim dokja, your main character, comes up with these crazy plans and you just have to trust him, maybe this time supported by the fact that you know how it will play out.

you read it again and you understand how characters like jung heewon, who was saved from probably the lowest part of her life and dedicates her purpose to the man who saved her. you understand lee gilyoung, who grew up without love and follow the man who seemingly validated his interest in bugs when that proved to be the reason he survived that first scenario and saved him. you understand lee hyungsung, whose mental fortitude wasn’t the best yet there was a man who believed in him and his individual growth and believed in him as he grew, not just as a character, but also as a person and be able to protect him comrade. heck, you understand yoo joonghyuk, who has been accustomed to walking through the apocalypse alone and find it hard to trust the anomaly who keeps sacrificing his life for his companions and finds these actions become increasingly frustrating when he doesn’t stop.

rereading orv is being able to understand the perspectives of the characters you may not have understood the first time you read it. rereading orv is understanding just how much can be filtered out when you aren’t paying attention. rereading orv is understanding that it is a story about many stories. you just need to pay attention

[aldenarmy]

[wannabemasterofwindintraining]

Going goth(t)

[just-a-fragment]

One thing that i wish the novel should've done for Hyunsung is like really go in depth about the mindfuckery of literally turning into an object. I was kinda expecting it to go to that route cuz at that point, the novel was subversive about some of the tropes present in action fantasy novels. And the other characters got screen time, even if it was little you can tell that a lot of thought was put into how they navigated certain scenes but yeah. Like at its core Orv IS an isekai/action/fantasy and people turning into objects are a very common trope but never explored further as a plot device. The implication that LHS never truly fit in with the world and him only "excelling" whenever he's used as a vessel( military,as an incarnation, JHW's sword, KDJ's shield) like I wanted to see HIM and his mind and how fucked up that is ngl.