heehappi

[heehappi]

WAIT FOR YOU TO LIKE ME AGAIN - LSH

; SYNOPSIS - whether it be in the middle of the halls or during his election speech, heeseung's never passed up an opportunity to ask you out on a date. although you've always said no, that hasn't stopped the boy from trying again anyway - at least until senior year, when he suddenly stopped pursuing you, to your (and everyone's) bewilderment.

; PAIRING - heeseung x fem!reader

; TAGS - one-shot, fluff, slice of life, highschool au, stuco president!heeseung, vice president!reader, one-sided enemies to lovers ; WARNINGS - angst, mild swearing, light mentions of an abusive ex (not hee's or reader's)

; WC - 11.7k (including the bonus at the end)

; PLAYLIST ► blue butterflies (JIHN) ► line without a hook (ricky montgomery) ► making the bed (olivia rodrigo) ► comfort crowd (conan gray) ► love. (wave to earth)

; AUTHOR'S CORNER ! first fic after hiatus omg. also half the things in this fic rlly happened and the other half were google searches guess which ones are which 😝 i planned to post this on the 17th but i finished it just now and my brain is fried so here we goooo

you hated lee heeseung.

throughout the three years you've known him, he's been always the bane of your existence. the boy was constantly bugging you and pulling a new stunt to show off and get your attention. all of this just to ask you out on a date - something he's been doing practically every week since the age of fourteen.

seriously, after a hundred 'no's you'd think he'd learn to back off. and yet, he was still persistent in pursuing you.

at least, until your final year began.

see, you two had been competing against each other for the position of student council president at the end of last year. unfortunately for you, he was immensely popular; an actual threat. on top of being the captain for boys' volleyball team, he was class rep. and actively helped out teachers after school. students and teachers alike were drawn in by his hardworking yet casual nature and how easily he talked to others. despite the busy campaigns and rivalry, he still managed to somehow find time to ask you out, ending his final speech with, "and aren't all these qualities worthy of at least one date?"

of course he'd still find a way to make such an important event about asking you out. whoops and cheers echoed the hall, with almost everyone looking at you. everyone knew your history, with half the school on his side, cheering him on and urging you to say yes.

thankfully, the other half of the student body understood that no means no, and were more sympathetic towards you. after all, it's not like you were disliked or anything - you were as well known as h*es*ung.

you yourself had led the school to win several math competitions over the years, and tutored over ten students in your highschool career (get that money girl!). in addition, you were already on the council as the treasurer.

yet, it was his last sentence that one the people over and he'd been chosen as the president, with you as vice.

"just say yes. one date won't hurt," ningning had chuckled when you complained again, once she'd come back from her summer camp.

"my pride and reputation of always saying no will be."

"maybe he'll back off if you do?"

"no number of rejections has stopped him, how would a 'yes' do that?"

"maybe he'll realise you're absolutely undateable," she laughed at you, which had you throwing a pillow at her in retaliation.

you scowled at her before pulling out your phone and finding heeseung's instagram.

"thanks for meeting with us today, i'm sure you guys are excited to go home. first days are always tough." and with that, heeseung closed up the first meeting of the year.

conversation and the screeching of chairs filled the room as everyone began to pack up and leave, bidding goodbye to each other. as president and vice president, you and heeseung were left behind to clean up after the others and sort out other documents and such.

you half-heartedly expected another question of a date from him as you threw away the paper cups and teabags, but it never came.

instead, all he said was, "good job today."

you turned to look at him, with his bag slung over one shoulder and a hand stuffed into his pocket. he gave you a tight smile and left the room after that, reminding you to lock up before you left.

a little disconcerted, you continued the last few tasks while mumbling to yourself, "that ass, making me clean up and not..." you didn't finish that thought. it almost sounded like you wanted him to ask you out on another date. you thought he would though - he always did, but the first day of school passed without incident.

well, it's only the first day. he'll definitely ask you out tomorrow, or later this week. he's never missed a chance to do so during first week of school.

he hasn't asked you out at all. not in the first week, nor the second, or the third.

a whole month had gone by, and all you'd heard from heeseung was student council-related stuff. he hadn't even talked to you outside of meetings.

"did you two fight, or something?" ningning asked you curiously.

"i dunno?" you reply truthfully. you really weren't sure if what was going on between you was a fight or just a change in dynamics. it was confusing.

the rest of the school noticed too; the halls whispered when you passed by, wary and concerned looks thrown your way. someone even asked off handedly in conversation: 'are you two secretly dating, then?' everyone was walking on eggshells around you two.

"well, i guess you can rest now."

"huh?"

"you said you wanted him to stop, didn't you?" ningning raised an eyebrow at you. "who knows how many times you've complained about it to me in the past. it's made up like, half of our conversations in all our years of friendship."

"oh, right."

ningning tilted her head curiously at you. "what's with the disappointed tone?"

"what tone?" you rolled your eyes. "this is perfect! i can finally concentrate on my work without having to be afraid that i'll be distracted by heeseung trying to get me to date him again." after a moment, ningning hummed in agreement.

"and! those girls can stop giving me death glares. i mean - i've already seen so many triumphant looks from them, as if they've already got him in the bag."

"uh-huh," she said sceptically.

"they'd definitely say yes if he asked them out. unlike me. he can actually go and date for once, instead of embarrassing himself with me."

"riiiight."

"good. that's good! maybe he'll have a girlfriend by next week. and-"

"okay! i get it, i get it," ningning burst out laughing. "i've never seen you overthink about heeseung this much."

"i can't help it! what would you think if some guy who's been obnoxiously pining over you for years consistently suddenly stopped out of nowhere?"

"hmm... i'd hang out with him, break my leg, therefore obliging him to bring me to the hospital, manipulate him to visit me every day as i recover, be overbearing as hell so that he'd realise he doesn't want me anymore, and poof! he's gone."

you stared at your (possibly insane) best friend (how is she your best friend?!) in alarm.

"...i think it's time for another visit to the psych ward."

"hey!"

you two laughed yourself to stitches. she might be crazy, but she definitely got your mind off heeseung, if only for a little bit.

"you guys don't like sports, do you?"

everyone in the council shook their head.

"well, luckily for you, the student council members aren't be required to participate in sports day. we're only expected to volunteer and help the teachers."

you and the others cheered, relieved you wouldn't have to run yourself to death in the cold wind like last year. you might have been gifted in almost any skill and hobby you picked up, but sports was an exception.

"make sure you do help out, as i'll be taking note of who does what." then, heeseung said in a whisper, as if sharing a secret (who in this room he's hiding it from, you don't know), "and we'll hold a little party here. just us members." that definitely got everyone murmuring excitedly.

in the two previous years you've been in the student council, you've never seen one so lively and reactive to their president. you hate to admit it, but you too could feel your mood lighten up with them whenever heeseung was leading another meeting.

not to mention, he listened intently to the others' concerns, always suggested good solutions, and greeted everyone who entered with a cup of tea. he was a lot more considerate than you'd expected.

see, you hadn't really shared that many classes before. and the one or two you ever did, you avoided him at all costs so you never actually noticed him properly until it was forced right in front of your face.

"on another note, we'd like to take in suggestions for places to visit for an upcoming school trip," you started, garnering their attention.

as you began your part of the meeting, you could feel heeseung's intense stare, but every time you looked at him, he'd turn away.

it was a little frustrating, and you didn't know why. you couldn't figure out why you felt a little more upset every time he'd look somewhere else. was he ignoring you? but, this was a totally normal thing to do, right? so it's not like you could just ask him 'hey, why do you always ignore me when i look at you?', you'd look stupid.

when the meeting ended and everyone else had left, the awkward tension between you two was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"make sure to lock up before you go-"

"did i do something wrong?"

heeseung stared at you, mouth frozen from being cut off mid-sentence.

"what? no. why?"

"i just- well, you-" you stuttered, unsure how to answer. "i guess, i'm not used to you not..."

"to me not asking you to be my girlfriend?" he laughed, but there was an odd lack of humour.

you shrunk into yourself. you should have just kept your mouth shut, now you sounded self-centered.

"nevermind," you huffed.

"i'm just doing what you asked. after the date, remember?" he left before you could say anything else.

after he'd gone, you couldn't even hear the silence he left behind - not when your thoughts rang in your ears. shame, embarrassment, rage. you hated him, heeseung.

but most of all, you hated yourself.

you avoided heeseung at all costs after that incident, at least, whenever you could.

previously, with the lack of interactions you two had, you felt like you barely ever saw him. but now that there was this weird air of tension between you, seeing him at three times a week after school for student council activities suddenly felt too often. every time you were alone with him, you were sure you were as red as a tomato; you developed a habit of letting your hair hide your red ears and hide your face.

when sports day inevitably came, you took over his responsibilities, seeing as he was still a part of the volleyball team. that made him the only one in the student council to join any sports activity, whereas the rest of you relaxed. (the privilege was all thanks to heeseung, who advocated for your guys' exemption from activities after everyone had complained, in return for volunteer work.)

"you haven't gone to the volleyball games yet?" soobin, the treasurer, asked.

"no. i planned out a route to visit all the activities, and the courts happened to be last."

he raised a sceptical eyebrow at you.

"really. it's not because you're trying to steer clear of our dear president or something?"

you cringed. "keep your nose out of our business."

"well, if it's affecting student council activities, isn't it our business too?"

"maybe, but i think your priority should be helping out mrs. shin over there," you pointed to the teacher walking across the field, carrying a bunch of equipment by herself. "'looks pretty heavy, it would look bad if our volunteer wasn't doing his work, now would it?"

soobin gave you a dirty look before leaving to help out, but not before bidding you "good luck!"

when you finally made it to the volleyball courts, you spotted him immediately.

he'd done a spike, the slap echoing so loud that it drew the attention of other students passing by. paired with the sound of feet skidding against the ground and the thumps of balls making contact with skin, you decided that you hated the courts. it felt like walking into a battle zone - always fearing you'll get hit by a ball when you're not looking. once, ningning got hit in the face by a baseball and her eye had actually been pushed inwards into her socket. of course, that wasn't on a court, but you weren't taking your chances.

unfortunately, you still had to make sure everything was going smoothly and take note of how many more rounds were left.

"excuse me! students who aren't playing aren't allowed to step into the courts," the teacher yelled at you from the other side.

"sorry, but i have to check on you guys, i'm part of the student council," you explained as you crept closer.

"but-"

"my bad, mr. jeon. i forgot to tell you to expect our vice president to come around eventually, since she's taking over my duties for the day," heeseung said as came jogging up to you two.

"ah, really? was volleyball taking up your time? you should have told me! i wouldn't want this to get in the way of your work."

"no, it's okay. i wanted to play, and she's very reliable," he gestured to you.

"if you say so."

"right," you started, finally looking at heeseung for the first time that day. you nodded your thanks to him, to which he gave a quick thumbs up to before rejoining the game.

"how many sets are left?" you asked mr. jeon, pulling out your pen to note down on your clipboard.

"two. this is our final game of the day."

"great! who won for the girl's team earlier today? i'm sorry i couldn't come earlier. i thought it might be best to come later in the day so i could get all the results at once."

"don't worry about it. the boys' games are always more interesting anyway - in the sense that it's a little more dramatic, what with all the force they put in their hits."

right at that moment, the resounding boom of the ball hitting a wall interrupted you two. geez, were these guys playing with a ball or setting off canons? why men are so aggressive, you'll never understand.

"perfect timing," mr. jeon chuckled. "well anyway, the U-16 girls won the first game, but the U-19 team won the second-"

you should have minded the ongoing game. it was the number one rule when you were on a court, but you foolishly got distracted with mr. jeon's own clipboard. of course, the moment you let your guard down, the ball flew your way, right when you were shifting your stance and was therefore a little more unstable than usual.

the volleyball hit you right in the chest, and had you falling to the ground. by instinct, you tried to catch yourself - but instead of your palms reaching out backwards to save you, it was your elbows that hit the ground.

"fuck!" you cried at the pain that seared through your arm.

"oh my god, are you alright?" the team suddenly ran up to you, with mr. jeon himself trying to help you up.

"i'm so sorry! i didn't mean to." one of the team members apologised.

"watch it next time," heeseung's stern voice came, but you were more focused on trying to minimise the pain as much as possible.

"where does it hurt? your elbow? can you try moving it for me?"

you did as mr. jeon instructed, but underestimated how much it would hurt.

"oh, that popping sound does not sound normal," heeseung commented.

"heeseung, take her to the infirmary."

he nodded and grabbed your unaffected elbow, asking if it was okay. you nodded and followed him as he started leading the way to the school nurse.

"does it still hurt?"

"if i move it, yeah."

"sorry about that."

"it's fine. it happens." a quick silence followed.

"well, you should go to the doctor later. the nurse probably won't do much, maybe just hand you an ice pack or something else useless," he joked. you laughed.

"yeah. she never really does much, does she? all those years of school just to hand us ice packs for a broken bone or twisted ankle."

"right! even the PE department is better equipped for more serious injuries."

"mhm."

another bout of silence. you were going to go crazy, either from the awkwardness of it all or the immense pain in your right arm. you looked at heeseung's back, and the sweat on his skin, soaking his shirt.

"hey, you can go back if you want to," you told him suddenly. "i can walk myself to the infirmary, it's not like i hurt my leg or anything."

"i know, but i'd feel more at ease if i saw you there myself. you're my vice president, of course i'm concerned."

well, you didn't know how to feel about that. you've been downgraded from his crush to coworker, but he still cares for you. so maybe that was a plus?

"i see."

as expected, you were given a cold pack for your elbow and sent to the local hospital. luckily, it was only a ten minute drive and the nurse accompanied you as a staff member drove you two there. heeseung watched you get in the car and leave, going back to his game.

the next time you went to school (two days later), your right arm was in a sling and you pretended like that wasn’t just the most embarrassing moment of your life.

“you’re ambidextrous?” heeseung whispered to you while everyone else was focused on the movie projected.

the council had waited for you to return before they held their (secret) party, since it just felt wrong to hold one when their vice president was suffering in pain and away. up until now, heeseung had only known you used your right hand from all those meetings.

he'd been paying attention to that?

“i’m a better writer with my right.”

“but you can still write well with your left,” he said, impressed. “you really are amazing”

you stared at him, the look of awe on his face, and the slight smile of his mouth. you really had no idea what to say, flustered by his comment.

then he seemed to realise what he was doing, and quickly turned to back to the movie.

“my mom wanted a left-handed daughter, and would always switch the pencil to my left hand when i was younger,” you told him. you had the sudden urge to spill a bit more of your life to him.

“ah, really?” he replied, still looking the other way.

“yeah, but at that point i was already used to my right. i ended up being able to write with both hands though.”

“oh, you can do that?” soobin joined in the conversation. you nodded at him with wide eyes, not expecting the sudden interruption.

“do what?” hanni asked.

“she can write using both her hands. isn’t she so cool?”

“really?” she gasped, looking at the pen in your left hand. “wow. our vice president is way cooler than the president himself.”

“hey!” heeseung exclaimed as everyone giggled.

“seriously though, she’s the whole package. smart, talented, and pretty?” soobin lowered his voice in a mock-whisper, “i can treat you way better than this guy," he joked, pointing his thumb at heeseung.

“alright, i think we need to get a new treasurer,” heeseung suddenly said. he pointed at the projection and yelled, “look! ernesto's actually the villain!” this successfully put everyone's attention back on the movie, all shocked by the plot twist. (you already knew, because coco was your favourite airplane movie.)

when the party finished up, heeseung actually stayed behind this time, and helped you clean up.

“oh, you really don’t have to,” you told him.

“it’s fine, it’s quicker like this. it’s not fair to make you clean up when you don’t have two working hands.”

you watched as he put away the heavy binders and throw out the trash, feeling a little off-put by the new scene. you thought that maybe you should just go home and leave him to lock up, but he wasn’t saying anything, so you stayed and kept him company. his presence was surprisingly comforting.

“you have the keys?”

“yeah,” you answered, trying to open your backpack.

heeseung made his way over and opened your bag for you. “here, i’ll get it. tell me where it is.”

“oh, uhhh in the pocket there. the left one.”

he found the keys and took them before closing the bag again. he waited for you to put it back on, but noticed you struggling a little with the books in your arm.

“why don’t you just put these in your bag?” he asked, taking them from your good arm and helping you slip your injured one through a strap.

“it’ll be really heavy if i do.” you then thanked him, gesturing for him to give back your textbooks.

instead, he kept them, even holding the door open and waiting for you to pass by first.

“where do you live? i’ll try to help you bring these home.”

“you really-”

“it’s fine, i promise. in fact, i insist.” at your expression, he added, “what kind of president would i be if i didn’t help out my vice?”

right. president. and vice president. not friends, not even classmates. just coworkers.

you rolled your eyes and let him help you. “i usually take the bus home. the one that goes to the museum.”

“ah, i know that one. i usually walk home, but i think there’s a stop that bus goes to that’s near my house. so let’s go.”

heeseung led the way, walking in front of you so you took the chance to observe him from behind.

recently, you noticed that although he always looked put together and clean at the beginning of the day, his hair and clothes felt more loose and casual towards the end of the day - particularly on the longer days where there were council meetings after school. you like this version of him; you feel closer to this heeseung, because it’s a side that only you (and the other members) got to see. it felt a little bit like a secret.

“sorry, looks like my stop is earlier than yours. are you fine with carrying these yourself from here?”

“yep.”

“alright. well then, okay.” when he stood up as the bus stopped, he turned to you and waved lightly. “bye bye!” it was a little endearing - the way he'd said it.

“see you.”

you immediately flopped onto your bed when you reached home (on your back side, of course). it was an… odd day, but you didn’t dislike it.

after a bit of a struggle, you finally fished your phone from your bag, sending ningning a message.

“i think you took my advice too seriously,” ningning chortled during class the next day. “when i said i’d break my leg i didn’t mean actually getting injured!”

you dragged your hand down your face, asking whatever being was listening to your pleas to make your best friend stop teasing you.

“it’s not like i sprained my elbow on purpose??”

“oh girl, you don’t have a single athletic bone do you?”

“you know what, maybe i need to learn to shut up and stop telling you things.”

“i know you won’t. when you’re with me, your attempt at a mysterious persona disappears…”

“are you saying i’m loud?” you ask in mock-offense.

“i’m saying you yap a lot,” she rolls her eyes playfully. “but seriously, who knew getting hit by a volleyball would lead you and The Heeseung finally talk. maybe that guy should’ve thrown one at you when we were fourteen.”

“when did you start rooting for him?” you raised an eyebrow at her.

“i just thought he deserved a chance,” she shrugged nonchalantly, but the way she turned away didn’t sit right with you.

“oh, okay,” was all you came up with.

“so, anyway,” she started again after a moment. “i stalked my ex’s spotify and-”

“oh my god,” you groaned at the mention of her ex. “ningning i told you before, you need to forget about him.”

“i know, i know. but i couldn’t help it! his user was just there on the side, and he was listening to memories!! by conan gray!! i had to see what playlist he was listening to.”

“you need to block his spotify.”

“but that’s so embarrassing. it’s never that deep.”

“if you can’t move on from someone who convinced you that you were nothing without him, then maybe it is that deep.”

ningning sighed. “okay, i’ll block him. but do you want to know what his latest playlist was about?”

“duh,” you laughed as ningning pulled out her phone, promising to block him after.

heeseung continued to help you on the way home every time you guys had a meeting, to your surprise. during those bus rides home, you learned way more about the boy in three weeks than you ever had in your three and a half years of knowing each other. you wondered what had made him like you so much before this if he never even really knew you.

“but i did,” he said. “i did know you.”

“did you really?” you asked, thinking he was joking.

“well, at first, i obviously didn’t. i just thought you were pretty, and fun to annoy. so i kept asking you out just to see your response. after that, i did begin to like you - on a superficial level, of course; i was fifteen!”

you listened intently, finally getting answers to a question you didn’t realise you’d been curious about for so long yourself. heeseung didn’t look at you at all during his monologue, but straight forward instead. so you were able to observe the way the gold light from the sun highlighted his features perfectly. (did he always have such a perfect nose?)

“and then there was a time where i just got tired of it. i wanted to stop, but then everyone would have thought it was out of character. so even though i didn’t even like you anymore - in fact, i hated you, i still kept asking you out. just for show. stupid, right?

“but then, one time, i accidentally ran into you at a shop with ningning. actually, more like i saw you and hid behind one of the aisles. but i heard you say you wanted to get something for your siblings too, and i was like, ‘wow, she actually cares about others?’ back then, i was convinced you only thought about yourself.

“another time, you posted one of your competition wins on your instagram, and i could see from the caption how much you adored your team, even tagging each one of them and thanking them individually. i had never seen someone put that much effort into a simple win before. i kind of felt like i wasn’t thankful enough to my own volleyball team,” he chuckled to himself.

“what really had me falling for you though was when you tutored my sister last year . before that, she'd been going through some sort of mental struggle, what with being bullied at school and coming home to our parents telling her she should be ashamed of her grades. i felt so bad that i couldn’t do anything, you know? her older brother; her protector, but couldn’t do anything against the very people who should have been protecting the both of us. when she’d been signed up with you though, she came home for the first time in a good mood - she was humming! and i asked if something good happened at school, and she told me all about her amazing tutor that assured her she wasn’t the useless being she thought she was. how she was finally beginning to understand school for once, and looked forward to your sessions. when i learned that was you, i wanted so surprised, but so grateful."

you had never felt so touched until now. somehow, heeseung’s words made you feel like you really were worth more than you believed.

“really? wait, who’s your sister?”

“lee haseul. the one with autism, remember?”

“ah yes, of course i do!” you said, the name ringing a bell in your head. “she was definitely a little harder to tutor, but once we found a way to use her fixation on cars and link it to what we were learning, it was smooth sailing from there.”

“i really have no idea how you did that, but you have no idea the impact that had on me and my family. sometimes she asks me what it’s like working with you,” he finally turned to look at you, a pretty smile on his face. your face burned at the adoration on his face, looking away yourself.

“i hope you tell her good things about me.”

“there’s not a bad thing to say.”

“really?”

“really.”

when heeseung left the bus that day, a part of him still stayed with you, as words that constantly replayed in your mind.

it made you feel a little self-conscious, knowing that he’d been watching you this closely all this time. you felt like your efforts were appreciated, and that they weren’t for nothing after all. while your admiration of him only begun after really seeing him work on the council, his respect for you had been brewing for way longer.

you went to bed thinking about him way more than you usually did (and you’ve been thinking about him more often since you sprained your elbow). you found yourself a little more excited for the next meeting day, when he’d go home with you again.

what would you guys talk about? will he tell you more of his thoughts? maybe his other interests? should you ask about his team and work? how was he handling all that? or perhaps you should ask about his sister. anything, really. you just wanted to talk. to him.

oh no, you sounded like a typical high school girl with a crush just now, didn’t you? (well, that’s exactly what you are - no shame in that, though!) if your arm wasn’t injured, you would have been punching your pillow and screaming into it right now.

oh, right - the elbow. for the first time, you really didn’t want it to heal. you wanted it to stay sprained for as long as possible, but that would be stupid, and inconvenient. but then, how else would you talk to heeseung outside of council work? it’s not like you two shared any classes, nor did you run in the same circles at school. the bus rides home were really the only times you got to really talk to heeseung, without all the eyes watching you two.

a small part of you began to dread the day your cast came off, because that would mean heeseung would stop talking to you again, right? he wouldn’t have any reason to riding home with you, and it would go back to that awkward thing you two had.

you sigh and turn over, careful with your arm, and finally fall into a fitful sleep.

“you’re staring at him again.”

that sentence had you flinching away and turning back to ningning, looking at you with a knowing glint.

“i can’t help it! his hair just looks so messy, obviously i’m going to notice.”

“his hair looks the same way it always does…”

“well- look at him walking around like he owns the place! he thinks he’s the shit, doesn’t he?”

“to be fair, he’s the student body president and captain of the volleyball team. maybe he is.”

“why are you defending him?!” you cried at all her replies.

“why are you trying to hard to hate him! we both know how much you li-”

“okay, okay, shhhh,” you shut her up by covering her mouth. really, she needed to learn to shut up. it’s not like the whole world needed to know about your massive crush on the boy you previously hated.

ningning pushed your hands away. “why are you more fixated on him today than usual anyway?”

"okay, first of all," you scoffed at her. "you make it sound like i'm always fixated on him."

"you are."

you rolled your eyes, then bit your lip after a moment of thought, knowing that whatever you were about to say would sound stupid(ly in love).

“it’s just that, i finally got my cast off this past weekend, so i can carry my books home perfectly fine again.”

“ah, and so he won’t be escorting you home anymore like he had been these past five weeks,” ningning finished your train of thought.

you buried your face in your arms, flushing bright red. “god, i sound like an idiot. i hate that i even thought that.”

the girl laughed at you, but patted your back consolingly.

“don’t worry about it. i don’t think heeseung’s gonna stop taking the bus with you just because you’re healed now. trust me, he’s one of the caring people i know.” was that a bit of sadness and longing? maybe you were interpreting her tone wrong.

“he probably will! it’s not like he used to take the bus home before i got hurt.” you peeked up at her. “is it wrong to ask you to throw another ball at me?”

“girl…”

when that day’s meeting finally ended, you and heeseung worked in tandem, tidying up the room before locking up, albeit a little more slowly. it was like both of you were waiting for something, but never said it out loud,

as you finally made your way out the school, you and heeseung turned to each other, hoping the other would say something.

“well-” heeseung started at the same time you said, “are you-”

after a brief moment of awkward silence, you guys burst into soft laughter at the silliness of the situation. what were you so afraid of anyway?

“do you still want to ride with me?” you finally asked him.

“if that’s okay with you.”

“of course it is,” you rolled your eyes playfully, falling into step with him.

“honestly, i thought you were going to go back to walking home after i healed up,” you confessed to him on the bus. “it made me kind of sad.”

“you’d miss me?” he teased, but there was excitement in his tone. he was elated.

“well, these rides are kind of fun! i wish i got to know you like this sooner. and then i thought we’d go back to the way we were before after this, but ningning assured me that it’d be fine.”

“ah yeah, ningning’s cool. wish i had a close friend like her by my side.”

it didn’t click until now how they seemed to be familiar with each other. when did heeseung and ningning become friends? in fact, when did they get a chance to even talk to each other?

“are you friends with her?” you tried to ask nonchalantly, like the topic wasn’t bugging you now. if those two were friends, why didn’t ningning mention it to you?

heeseung seemed to notice the shift in your mood though. “we’re just friends, promise. there’s nothing between us.”

that eased you a little, but that wasn’t really your main concern.

“that’s nice to know. but how did you become friends? i thought you two were was close as me and you were before all this.”

“oh! we met up at summer camp. it was purely by coincidence; my parents decided to send me to one last summer, and she happened to be there. i didn’t know anyone else, so i stuck by her for most of the two weeks we were there. we got to know each other then.”

ningning’s summer camp. last summer had been her third year there, so she wasn’t new or anything. the programme usually lasted two weeks, and they’d take away their phones during that time, so you’d have no contact with her until it ended.

but you’re surprised she didn’t tell you about it when she came back. after all, she had said it was ‘just as usual’, but seeing the new face of your best friend’s (previously) most hated person didn’t seem like nothing.

“huh.”

“i swear though, there was nothing between us back then.”

“i see.”

“i hadn’t talked to her much after my date with you-”

the date. ningning had been the one to push you to go. but why? even if her and heeseung became friends during camp, you and her were still closer. so why did she switch sides? you’d thought it was odd how she was suddenly encouraging you to say yes, when she’d spent the last four years sticking her tongue out at heeseung by your side.

the date, which had gone both so bad and yet so good. when everything had gone terribly wrong, but heeseung did everything right.

“i’m so sorry for being late!” heeseung panted as he ran up to your table.

“the one time i give you a chance, and you’re an hour late, lee.”

“i know, i know. it’s just that my sister-”

“i’m not hearing out any excuses,” you huffed.

you’d felt so humiliated waiting for him. you were shaking, your hair was frizzy with stress and your make up probably a little smudged too. the staff had even given you a free cheesecake slice out of pity. a pity cake.

“whatever, you’re here now, so let’s get this over with”

the waitress came over and gave you an encouraging look (which you ignored) and took your orders. when your meals arrived, you stared at the orange slices in the sauce of your orange chicken. although you hated them, you actually loved the sauce and chicken itself, so you ordered them every time you went to a chinese restaurant.

“you don’t like the oranges?” heeseung asked after seeing you pick them out.

“not really, no. i don’t know how to explain it; i love orange chicken, but i hate actually seeing the oranges on the sauce. it’s a little bit jarring for me, fruits and savoury foods together just don’t make sense to me visually, but when i taste them, they’re so good. just like pineapples on pizza, you get me?”

“i guess,” he thinks out loud. he uses his own chopsticks and starts picking them out from your plate, placing them onto his. “mind if i take these then? i love oranges.”

“i’ve literally seen you throw out a whole orange at school before.”

“you were watching?” he smiled sheepishly, a light pink tint to his cheeks.

“n-not particularly.” you look back down at your food, focusing on your task. you need to be more careful with what you say.

after a terrible start to your date, the rest of your lunch went okay. it wasn’t too bad, and you two started discussing your next plan: watching a movie.

“i’m not even a marvel fan,” you told heeseung after he said he’d gotten two tickets for spiderman: no way home.

“don’t worry, i’ll explain everything to you during the movie.”

“really? also, isn’t a movie a terrible date idea? we wouldn’t really talk to each other.”

“well, i will. i tend to talk a lot during movies.” he turned to you with an apologetic look. “i hope you won’t mind.”

“i’ll need it, won’t i?”

turns out you didn’t need his talking during the movie because you two didn't even get to watch it. a kitchen in the food court next to the theatre had gone up in flames, with the fire spreading to it’s surroundings. thankfully, no one died, but the damage was pretty severe, with half the mall having to close down until reparations are finished. and who knows how long that’ll take…

“oh! well, it’s a good thing i was a little late then, right?” heeseung tried to lighten up this messy date as you two passed by the mall which was now in ashes.

“i guess,” you mumbled. “so what now?”

“well, how about a little bowling?” he suggested.

you nodded, and he drove you two to the local bowling alley. you hadn't done it since you were eight, so heeseung showed you how to do it on your first turn.

“swing your arm like this,” he said, holding onto your bicep and holding onto the ball for you.

“you can let go, you know. i can carry the weight, it’s only the small size after all.”

“i know, but it’s just for demonstration. i’m going to let go of the ball now, okay? make sure to hold tightly,” he looked at you intently. geez, how could someone telling you to hold a bowling ball look at you like you hung the stars?

well, you didn’t really need his help anyway. your instincts kicked in and you managed to hit nine pins all together on your first, with similar numbers for the rest of the rounds. you even got a strike twice!

“are you sure you’ve never bowled before?” heeseung chuckled in awe.

“positive.”

“it always surprises me how easily you pick up things.”

“…thanks.”

and then you hit very few pins every single round after that in the second game.

you hadn’t been able to finish your second game however, because a heavy downpour suddenly came down.

“oh my god, the water is rising so fast,” you called over to heeseung as you looked out the glass doors of the main exit. if the floor hadn’t been lifted, the water would have started flowing in by now.

“crap, should we go home before it gets worse?”

“i suggest you should, kids,” the man behind the counter gruffed. he himself was getting ready to go, with the other customers running outside to their own cars.

heeseung looked outside and then at you.

“you can’t walk outside in those shoes, they’ll get wet.”

you were wearing pointy slip ons that would definitely get wet and soaked if you took a step outside, but it’s not like you had a choice.

“it’s alright, let’s just go-woah!”

heeseung picked you up bridal style and started making his way to his car, going fast but careful not to slip.

“hey! let me down!”

“no way, we’re almost there.”

you tried to fight him off, but he just held tightly until you reached the car, and he gently set you down into the passenger seat before backing out of the parking lot.

“are you crazy?”

“are you?” he retorted. “like hell i’m letting you get all soaked on our first date.”

you wheezed. “this date was so unlucky. who imagined everything that happened could’ve happened.”

“i know! and i wanted to make a good impression so bad. it’s like the world is against me,” he whined.

as you finally reached the front of your apartment complex, heeseung turned to you one last time.

“i’m sorry for everything that went wrong. please let me make it up to you.” he sucked in a breath, and you realised what he was going to say just a moment before he did.

“will you let me take you out on another date?”

yes. absolutely. this was fun. it was terrible, but i had a great time. wait, is this him asking me to be his girlfriend? i should ask. if he says yes, would i say yes? i don’t know, i don’t know him that well. i’ve only really only talked to him today. today’s date. everything went wrong. what if that was a sign? if i say yes, will all our dates just keep going to shit? no way, today was just an anomaly. we’ll be fine. but then when i go back to school, everyone will know. they’ll all look at me like they knew this would happen. they’ll clap him on the back and whoop in the halls, that’ll be so embarrassing. i hate that. maybe i should say no. but he was so sweet. it’s not his fault. but i wouldn’t be able to handle the attention. maybe i should-

“oh… i see.”

you looked up at him in confusion. but he wasn’t looking at you anymore. just straight ahead.

had you said something out loud? your thoughts were running wild, and you really couldn’t make up your mind.

“okay, well. have a good night,” heeseung said. when did he make his way to your door? even through the heartbreak clearly displayed in his voice, he still went out and opened the door for you. or maybe he was kicking you out of his car. was ningning right? had he thought you were undateable?

too much. too much was happening; so much happened today that you couldn’t form an answer. heeseung took your silence as a no (or did you actually say no? out of instinct?), which made your mind even more befuddled. you weren’t sure if you were even forming a coherent thought.

“oh, okay.”

you somehow made it out of the car and to the entrance of the apartment. turning back, you found heeseung’s car still there, with him watching you. you gave a weak wave, one he didn’t return, and punched in your house number.

at the last moment, you wanted to say something. anything, you didn’t know what. but when you around back to him again, he was gone.

you didn’t sleep at all that night. or maybe you did? you couldn’t tell. you’d been so worried over that last moment with heeseung, and had replayed it so many times in your head.

eventually, you convinced yourself that things were fine. that maybe you just imagined it. maybe it wasn’t that bad, and things would go back to normal at school.

definitely. he’ll definitely get back to his shenanigans when school started up again. there wasn’t some sort of finality in his tone - no you just imagined it.

you were wrong.

“why didn’t you tell me you met heeseung at summer camp?”

“how’d you-”

“he told me.” you looked at ningning intently. “but it should have been you.”

“i just- i didn’t think it was worth mentioning! you hated the guy, and it’s not like him being there would have affected you in any way,” she defended herself.

“sure, but i would have appreciated hearing it from you. you knew i’ve had a crush on him for months now, and you could have mentioned it to me?? summer camp was in july; it’s already march for fuck’s sake!”

“i wanted to! i just couldn’t find the right time. you were always busy with student council stuff, and whenever you were free you always talked about heeseung,” he huffed exasperatedly. “how was i supposed to just go, ‘by the way, your crush paid me to set you guys up!’”

your head snapped towards her.

“what?”

“what do you mean wh-” when ningning saw the look on your face, she slapped her hands over her mouth. “you didn’t know about that part...”

“no. i didn’t,” you seethed. “well, i’m glad i got to hear at least something from you.”

you stormed out, ignoring ningning’s pleas of ‘wait! hear me out!’

a fool, that’s what you were. somehow, ningning’s behaviour was even more clear. your best friend had been paid to convince you to say yes. who would have thought she was easily swayed by a few bucks?

and to think that heeseung was really that desperate to take you on a date, going so far as to pay someone close to you to get you to agree? wow, he really was a grade A asshole. sports day had just been topped by ‘being played by my own best friend and crush’ on your list of most embarrassing moments.

speed walking through the halls, you couldn’t stand to look at the pictures of you and heeseung’s faces on the student council board. it hurt so bad, that your feelings could just be easily bought. that someone you considered as family could sell you out like this. that the guy you’d fallen for would go to this length to ‘get you’.

at the bus stop, you saw the man himself smile brightly at you and wave, like he didn’t pay your best friend to get you to go in a date with him. one thing that never fails to amaze you is the audacity of men.

was it all a lie? was his kind-hearted and caring personality all fake? just another thing he did to get your attention? did you truly know heeseung like you thought? or just the 'heeseung' he wanted you to see?

you pointedly looked away, and decided to go home by foot. it was twenty minutes away by walking, but that was enough time for you to at least calm down a little and think about it more. sort out your mind.

you ended up skipping the rest of the week, convincing your parents you were sick (by putting a hot pack on your face and neck before they checked). otherwise, you might have actually broken down right then at school if you saw either heeseung or ningning.

"is everything okay?" soobin asked one day.

"yeah! everything's fine," you said cheerily. "why do you ask?"

"well, it's just that you've been sitting with us instead of ningning."

looking at soobin and his friends, you finally noticed the slight awkward air in the group because of your presence. to be fair, you weren't really close with them to begin with. or anyone. you spent most of your lunch breaks with ningning, but now that you've refused to talk to her for the last two weeks, you've been floating between different groups. sometimes, you even spent lunch in the toilets or the student council room.

but who else could you spend it with? you weren't ready to face ningning yet, and it was already hard enough tolerating heeseung during meetings. you didn't miss the worried looks from him, and he's tried to talk to you several times (which you always declined).

a sigh escapes you, and you massage your forehead. obviously, you needed to confront them both eventually. but not right now. whatever the answer is, you don't think you'd be able to handle it right now.

"do you want to talk about it?" soobin asked, a low volume only for you to hear.

"maybe later," you admitted. it would be a good idea to tell an outsider all of this, especially to soobin, who's always been a great advice-giver.

"there won't be a meeting this friday; seniors are having a rehearsal for the graduation ceremony then. the school wanted to have one before finals started," heeseung told the council. he looked around and asked, "anything else?" at everyone's silence, he nodded and closed the meeting. everyone bid their goodbyes and left, except soobin.

heeseung stared at you with anticipation and uncertainty. he'd given up on asking you to talk for a while now, but still waited for you to act first. he understood that you'd come to him when you were ready.

you looked up at soobin, looking at you with a similar expression, but one that had more curiousity and less anxiety.

"let's go?" he asked. you nodded and followed him out, leaving heeseung to lock up on his own.

you started doing that ever since The Incident. of course, you didn't leave all the clean up work to him, but you rushed your own responsibilities to minimise as much time you had to spend with him as possible.

"seriously?"

you and soobin turned back, finding the voice belonging to heeseung. he was standing outside the student council room, looking at you two, fuming. you could practically see the steam coming out his ears.

"you ignore and shun me away, refusing to talk about this issue between us, but talk to soobin about it instead? why are you dragging him into this??"

you rolled your eyes and turned to him fully, blood boiling. "i'm not 'dragging him into this'. i just wanted to talk to someone, is that so wrong?" you retorted.

"yes! you seriously think getting soobin's opinion is gonna help?"

"am i not allowed to talk to him now? are you going to pay him to stop talking to me too?"

"god, i know it was wrong of me, okay?! i'm sorry, it was shitty of me."

"your apology isn't going to suddenly make everything better. it won't take back what you did."

"i know. but please, talk to me. it's driving me crazy, how you go about acting normal with everyone but me. this whole year, did you not feel anything for me at all? do you really hate me?" he asked, his voice cracking at the end. "if you do, tell me now. so i can finally move on."

you stared at the boy, and the way the late afternoon sunlight hit him from behind. you could barely make out his expression, but maybe that was for the better. you probably wouldn't have been able to turn away and stand your ground if you saw the look on his face.

"you can't say that. not when you were the one who put yourself in this situation. did you think i would never find out? that you bribed my best friend into setting me up with you?" you heard soobin's surprised gasp on the side.

although you had your back to heeseung, you could still imagine what he looked like. the scene broke your heart, but not as much as it did when you found out that ningning had even agreed to such a thing.

after it was clear he wasn't going to reply, you started walking away, with soobin tailing you.

"wow... so that's what happened," was the first thing he said after a few minutes of silence.

"yeah."

"what a dick move."

"right."

you sighed, the adrenaline leaving you and now realising how loud you two had been. there weren't many students left at school, but a teacher or two probably heard the commotion. you'll be the hot topic of the staff lounge room for sure.

when you finally explained it all to soobin, he was quiet for a moment, thoughtful.

"i honestly never expected this from heeseung. it just- it doesn't seem like him."

"that's what i thought too. a little part of me wishes it's all some misunderstanding, but i don't know how it could be twisted any other way."

soobin hummed in agreement. "but, i noticed one thing from all of this though: you still call ningning your best friend," he pointed out. "despite everything, you've already forgiven her. or at least, you've begun to."

you bit your lip, realising he was right. you were beginning to accept it. she seemed genuinely sorry, and you could never hate her forever.

"it's just that - after getting to know heeseung, i felt like a terrible person for not giving him a chance. for always turning him down harshly. maybe i drove him to bribe ningning, maybe she got fed up with me too. i couldn't help but feel guilty for causing both of them to act like this.

"and i know this sounds wrong... but somehow, i felt a little relieved that i wasn't the only person in the wrong. that i wasn't the only asshole in this story - isn't that such a twisted thought?"

soobin melted when he saw your face, and pulled you in for a hug.

"of course not. it's alright to feel like this, you know? it's what makes us human, and what are humans without complicated feelings?"

and just like that, a dam was broken. you didn't realise how much you needed to hear those words until he said them.

it wasn't until may that you finally mustered up the courage to finally talk to ningning, and it seemed she had the same idea too.

"please, can we talk?" she asked at the same time you called her name.

"i was just about to ask the same thing."

once you two found an empty classroom, ningning started immediately.

"listen," she called for your attention. "i'm so sorry. you have no idea how many times i want to say it; i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry. it was such a light offer, really. i didn't realise the meaning it would have in the moment."

"what do you mean, a 'light offer'?"

"during camp, i had bought heeseung's sister some ice cream because she was being left out by the other kids. it was only like two dollars, but heeseung insisted on repaying. but the smallest bill he had was a five, so obviously i refused. but he kept asking me to take it and i told him that if i took it, i'd be the one in debt to him instead. so he made a light-hearted joke about getting you to go on a date with him, so that there'd be no hard feelings between us." she looked up at you pleadingly. "we'd been joking around, i didn't even realise the reality of his question. but when i got back from camp, i didn't think you'd actually go on one with him."

"you kept bringing it up; i trusted your opinion."

"i did, but i didn't really mean it. i was hoping you'd continue to say no, and i could just tell him something like 'sorry, i tried. here's your three dollars back.'"

"you didn't mean it?" you prodded.

ningning looked down at her hands and sighed. you could tell something was weighing on her.

"the truth is... i ended up catching feelings for heeseung. you know how i'd just broken up with my ex recently."

you thought back to her ex, who had isolated ningning from you and her other friends. how she'd come to school covered up even in the heat. the way she'd lost a worrying amount of weight. in all honesty, you should have tried to pry more; to break her out of this toxic relationship. but instead, you told yourself that there wasn't anything you could do, and left her to deal with the abuse on her own.

the guilt ate you, but you distracted yourself with work (and heeseung). god, you're so self-centred, aren't you?

"oh yeah, i remember very well."

"exactly," she says, hearing the loathing in your voice. "heeseung was the first person to show me genuine kindness after that whole affair. and so i found myself watching him over those two weeks, falling for him. and i thought to myself: if you didn't want him, then could i? i feel like the worst person ever, how could i even think that?"

her voice broke at the end, and you could see her silently crying; tears poured down her face but her sobs were inaudible. you'd noticed it was a habit she formed after getting with her ex. she'd never cried much before him, but she used to cry as loudly as you. you placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"it's okay. you're not the only one with shitty thoughts."

her wide eyes peered up at you, sparkling with tears. she wrapped her arms around you, and you reciprocated the embrace.

the way she'd hiccuped and the wet spot you could feel forming on your shirt yet the silent sobs broke your own heart, and you had to force your own tears down.

"i'm sorry too. i was too absorbed in my own life that i didn't pay enough attention to the way you were breaking. i mean, how did i not notice anything all this time?"

you wondered if her smile had ever wavered when she was with you, if she had to fake a laugh, or even force herself to talk to you this past year. dealing with her own problems on her own, while you vented to her yours. if she had, you didn't notice (someone give you a 'best friend of the year' award right now!).

as much as you wanted to hate her for liking heeseung, you didn't. you understood her feelings, especially after getting to know the boy himself. he brought a sense of safety with him wherever he went - so how could you ever hate your best friend for needing that security when no one else offered it to her?

"wait, can i ask you something?" you asked. ningning slipped from the embrace, nodding.

"if you liked heeseung, then why did you still ask me to accept his date offers? you could have just kept it from me, and told him that i said no. was it really just because of the three dollar 'debt'?"

"ah, right. well, when he'd asked me to get you to go on a date with me, it reminded me just how much he liked you. i don't think he'd ever see me the same way, not when his sights are so fixed on you. and after getting a taste of his hospitality, i felt that you deserved it too. that not only did he deserve a chance, but so did you.

"i realised that you needed someone like him. i couldn't give you the care and support he could, not when i'm too absorbed by my own problems. and i knew you were feeling guilty, and heeseung was the only one who could really understand you."

oh, you really were going to either jump off a cliff or hug her so tight her eyeballs might pop out. even when you neglected, she still thought about you through it all. heeseung was wrong, he made you out to be this caring person who thought of others, but that person was really ningning.

"but, what about you? you need care and support too."

"it wouldn't work out between us, he's not the kind of person i want. he was just the first kind person in a while. i need to heal and learn to be more independent myself."

a quiet moment followed, with the both of you lost in your thoughts and emotions. you hadn't felt this lonely in so long, and a weight had finally been lifted from your shoulders.

"so what are you going to do? have you talked to heeseung yet?"

"no, not yet. but he's waited four years now, he can wait a little longer. i just want to spend time with my best friend right now."

'a little longer' ended up being another month. when finals started, the school let the older years off on study leave to focus on exams. so you didn't end up seeing heeseung until the final graduation rehearsal.

as president and vice president, you two were expected to perform a speech and be next to each other the whole ceremony. so you decided it was the perfect time to confront him then.

"heeseung, wait," you called, grabbing onto his wrist as he walked by.

he immediately paused in his tracks, whipping around to look at you with wide eyes, surprised you'd finally decided to talk to him. you glanced at his friends behind him, all with a mix of curious and knowing looks.

"oh, uh, you guys can go ahead," he told them, and they left you two alone.

"i made up with ningning..." you told him.

"i see! that- that's good. im happy you guys did."

"...and i'm sorry. for making a big deal out of nothing. for making you wait so long. you're seriously one of the sweetest people i've ever met. you didn't deserve that."

heeseung shook his head in protest. "no, don't say that. i'd wait for you as long as you want, even if you never accept me. and it was a big deal. i'm guessing she told you?" you nodded. "it was fucked up of me to even make a joke like that. in fact, it was worse than if it was a genuine deal. and i can't just buy your love with three dollars, you're worth more than that." you tried to say something, but heeseung continued.

"i screwed up, i know. but i never lied to you. if there's one thing i've always been sure of, it was loving you. don't you ever feel like you have to love me back though, it's not something you can force. but i'll always have your back. no matter how many fights, how many fuck-ups, or if i ever lose my feelings for you - which might never happen. you can always fall back on me for support."

your eyes watered at his sincerity, feeling unworthy of his kindness.

"i don't deserve that though. ningning does."

"you both do. listen to me," he said, grabbing onto your shoulders and forcing you to look up at him. "don't you ever dare say that you're undeserving of love and support. every one does, but i know who you are; i know how hard you work and your honesty. and i want to guarantee you a home with me, if you ever need one. because i love you."

wow. you've cried so much these past few months, and you're sure you're about to start again. heeseung wiped your tears with his thumb, and your heart swelled.

a year ago, you would have never even thought of accepting heeseung's feelings. a few months ago, you thought you had just missed him, finally reciprocating his feelings right as he lost them. but now you were finally on the same page, and you didn't want to waste another moment.

"i love you, heeseung."

graduation day was a busy one. you had to start getting ready earlier than other students in order to prepare your speech and arrive before everyone else. it was stressful, yet rewarding, especially as you crossed the stage and finally received your diploma.

when you and heeseung were set to give your pre-written speeches, you almost didn't notice the way everyone looked motivated during his, being captured by his words yourself. you hoped to be able to instil that inspiration in others one day.

towards the end of his speech though, he did something you didn't expect, but shouldn't have been surprised by.

"so toward my fellow graduates and our families who've supported us all this way, let's celebrate our achievements and strive to follow our dreams," then turned to look back at you, pulling a bouquet of flowers from under podium, which he'd blocked from your view this whole time with his body. "as i will be with mine. so i'll ask one last time: would you let me have the honour of being your boyfriend?"

you rolled your eyes, but couldn't hide the smile on your face. with the cheers echoing throughout the hall, you suddenly got a sense of deja vu, remembering his election speech the previous year.

oh, how much things have changed since then.

"if only you'll let me be your girlfriend."

; BONUS

with exams over and the heatwave taking over the country, you had decided to spend the day at heeseung's house and try to cool off.

"are you and ningning going back to camp this summer?" you asked, hoping he'd say no. having zero contact with your best friends for two weeks sounded like hell. not even a good morning or good night text? shivers went down your spine at the thought.

"i think i'll be busy with college apps. not sure about ningning though."

"really?" you gasped, turning over to look at him. "so basically i get to spend the whole holiday with you."

heeseung grinned at you excitedly, thinking the same. then, his face suddenly lit up, as if remembering something.

"speaking of ningning, i just remembered how she sprained her leg last year. she spent the rest of the week in the infirmary."

"really? she was fine when she came back though."

"it was minor, so it only took one week, in the middle of those two."

suddenly, you remembered something too.

"i'd hang out with him, break my leg, therefore obliging him to bring me to the hospital, manipulate him to visit me every day as i recover, be overbearing as hell so that he'd realise he doesn't want me anymore, and poof! he's gone."

"no way..."

"what?" he questioned.

"did you have to visit her everyday?"

"oh. yeah, to give her her medicine and meals. the other kids had basically made me their makeshift nurse, since i treated them better than the nurse apparently," he laughed at the memory. "i caught the old lady glaring at me several times - maybe she thought i'd stolen her job?"

you laughed with him, but not only because of his story. you couldn't believe ningning's oddly specific solution had actually come out of experience. you were so going to bully her for this later.

"should i glare at you too, then?"

"hm?" he hummed confusedly.

"for stealing my heart."

heeseung blinked at you for a moment, before breaking into a wide smile and suddenly attacking you with tickles (a habit you learned he tended to do when he was flustered, specifically by you).

giggles escaped you, laughing so hard that it began to hurt. if this is how it's going to be with heeseung, you'll grow abs in no time.

"okay! okay, stop-" you cackled.

he obliged, helping you sit back up. then he tucked your hair behind your hear and placed a quick peck on your lips.

suddenly shy, you looked away with a smile facing the fan as it blew air onto your face, pushing your hair back. when you looked back at heeseung over your shoulder, you were surprised to find him beaming at you with awe on his face.

"you're beautiful, you know?"

"only when i'm with you."

"nope. you're always stunning."

"okay."

"you don't believe me?"

"i do."

"good. i'll keep saying it anyway, to make sure you do."

you stared at him for a moment that felt like hours, just staring into each others eyes. you then went in for a hug, toppling over the other and staying in that position - just you two cuddling on his bed.

sure, it was really hot today, but somehow the warmth from his body was more comfortable than anything else. you couldn't have asked for a more perfect moment.

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My Heart Beats For U

Please click on this link to access Chapter 1, as it will give you a comprehensive understanding of the plot.

Chap 2 - 3078

You are walking along the sidewalk, seemingly lost in your thoughts. The atmosphere is filled with the noise of honking horns, the sounds of engines, and the chatter of people passing by.

As you reach an intersection, the traffic light turns red, bringing the vehicles to a halt. Suddenly, there is a speeding car approaching the intersection from the right. The screeching tires and blaring horn pierce through the ambient noise, alerting you to the impending danger. You, unaware of the imminent danger, step off the curb, engrossed in your own world.

Abruptly, you hear brakes behind you, followed by a scream.

You are compelled to move with the crowd before being able to comprehend what is happening. Someone shoves you forward.

Blood is all over the ground. A man's white garments are smeared with blood as he lay in a puddle of it. His body is still convulsing, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Your heart feels uncomfortable, your breathing is labored, and your body starts to tremble. Some people are shouting, some are calling 120. You stumble away from the throng.

"Hey! Red light!"

"Be careful!"

You hear a scream from someone as you stand in the middle of the road. There are blaring automobile horns, dazzling neon lights, and dim car lights everywhere. You instinctively back away beyond a steady stream of traffic. A Mercedes brakes suddenly and lightly hits your leg. With concern, the driver peers out the window and questions, "You’re okay?"

You wave your hand and keep saying sorry. But as soon as you turn around, another truck is almost about to hit you. The bright headlights blind you. You unconsciously raised your hand to block it.

Suddenly, you are yanked abruptly backward, just in time to be struck by the vehicle.

You glance up in a panic only to see that Heeseung hasn't never gone yet.

You aren’t sure whether to feel happy or not, tears instantly welled up in your eyes.

Heeseung’s hands grip your shoulders firmly. It is not hard to find the anger in his eyes, as if questioning you, why are you so reckless?

The mob continues to cross as the traffic light turns green.

He wraps his arms over your shoulders, hugs you tightly, and escorts you away from this noisy and bustling street.

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You have another dream of Ethan that night.

At the scene of the car accident mission, his body was bleeding, he told you he hurt a lot…

You abruptly woke up from the dream,  soaking in sweat. You wrap yourself in the blanket, and curl up like a ball in the dark of the night.

In actuality, the one who should have died was you.

That drunk driver crashed into a sidewalk so Ethan pushed you and that's how the accident happened.

After all this time, you always live with guilt, feeling like you owe Ethan a life.

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The next day you wake up earlier than usual.

You squint to check the time on the phone.

It's almost 7.

You send a message and ask for a break from the dance troupe because you have to go to the hospital for a follow-up check-up at 10.

Suddenly, a small gray gift box on the bedside table catches your eye. You open it and see there is a carnation pendant necklace inside it.

Is this a birthday gift for you?

You assumed that Heeseung had forgotten.

You immediately look around the room just to realize that he isn’t here anymore.

Rushing out of bed, you sprint barefoot to the guest bedroom, eagerly open the door.

The bed sheets are clean and tidy.

Feeling a little lost in your heart, your grip on the doorknob loosens, you weakly lean against the door frame, bowing your head, and stare at the gift.

It seems like Heeseung wasn't home last night.

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It is almost 1 in the afternoon when you have done the check-up.

Taking your phone out of your purse, you attempt to call Heeseung while waiting for a cab at the crossroads. After a moment of hesitation, you eventually send him a message.

[I’ve done my check-up, the doctor said I'm recovering very well.]

A few minutes pass and you haven’t got a reply back so another test is sent.

[The necklace is very cute. I really like it. Thank you.]

He still doesn’t text back

You bite your lip, give it some thought before sending another one.

[I took the initiative, but you ignore me, from now on I won't send anymore.]

A few seconds later, he replied shortly.

[I read it.]

You don't know whether to cry or laugh.  You can even imagine his sulking face.

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Minjeong announced to you over the phone that she wants to have lunch with you because she has just returned from her work trip.

She is your closest friend. To be more precise, she is not only your best friend but also your psychiatrist.

When Ethan passed away, you were severely depressed, it was she who saved you from the brink of suicide. The last time you had a video call with her, you insisted that you only considered Heeseung as the replacement for Ethan. And he overheard your call.

Minjeong knows everything about what happened between you, Heeseung, and Ethan.

As soon as you entered the restaurant, you immediately caught a glimpse of a beautiful figure sitting by the window. She looks more gorgeous in that elegant dress. Her long light-curly hair makes her stand out from the crowd. You walk over and take a seat across from her. When Minjeong looks up, she immediately notices the carnation pendant necklace around your neck.

"Is that the gift Heeseung gave you for your birthday?"

You unconsciously touch the carnation charm. It is cold, like Heeseung.

"Yea-"

A malicious smile lights up Minjeong's face as she asks.

"It seems like your relationship has developed very well?"

You yourself wonder if it's that good. Why do you feel like it's getting worse?

You tell her that Heeseung had heard you two video call. Minjeong almost chokes on a mouthful of lemonade. You also tell her about what happened at the Lee family's villa that night. While eating, she notices that you don’t smile much and seem to be lost in thought.

 "Y/N, actually there are some things I haven't told you yet, but I feel like the time has come."

"What?"

Minjeong puts down the chopsticks, her face turns serious.

"Have you ever thought about it? Like actually you do have feelings for Heeseung but you don't dare to admit it. Ethan died three years ago, you should let it go. You have always stubbornly believed that you owe Ethan a life, and to make up for him, you keep your heart loyal to him. You blame yourself, thinking that if you admit to loving Heeseung, you will betray Ethan. But people's hearts aren’t made of stone, Y/N. Heeseung is deeply and passionately in love with you. You can't just pretend to be nonchalant like that. Do you still want to run away? You should be aware that hearts will change, Heeseung must be tired too. Can you bear it when he genuinely wants to give up?”

You look at her and gradually clench your fists. A sudden and overwhelming sense of confusion floods your heart, leaving you feeling lost and emotionally disoriented.

Minjeong holds your hand.

"Don't tense up, relax. Facing your true feelings is nothing to be ashamed of. I believe Heeseung also wants you to be happy."

Her palm is very warm making your firm grip loosened little by little. You remember those days when Heeseung ignored you, you felt very sad. You also felt empty when he left you alone on the street.

And many other times.

You would be relieved when waking up from your coma after an appendectomy and seeing him resting next to the hospital bed. You also liked seeing him clumsily go into the kitchen, as he learned how to cook over and over again by cooking tutorial videos.

Or even when you arrived at the airport late at night after working abroad, he was leaning on his car, waiting for you. You were also ecstatic when he opened his jacket and embraced you in his arms when you walked over.

Minjeong declares. "You met the right person but at the wrong time. Y/N, Ethan is the person who made your heart flutter when you were young. But Heeseung is the one worthy of your heart and soul."

She grins at you as you gaze up at her once again. All of a sudden, you want to cry. You turn your head and look out the window, snorting lightly. When you went to this restaurant, the sky was still cloudy but now it is blue, cloudless, and clear as jade which lets the sun shine in through the windows. The carnation pendant on your neck sparkles. You touch it again, but this time you don't feel cold anymore. Maybe you should also let the past go as well.

I bid goodbye to Minjeong before heading to the supermarket. You suddenly want to cook for Heeseung but after an hour of thinking, you realize that you guys have been together for so long but you still have no idea what he likes to eat.

So you just make some common dishes.

It is nearly 8 when dinner is ready, you wait for him to come home at the dining table.

You guess he will feel happy if he knows you were waiting for him, a thing that you never did before. However, the shorter hand of a clock points to 10, and yet Heeseung hasn’t come back. As time stretches on, your anticipation mixes with a growing sense of nervousness, causing you to lose your appetite. The plate of delicious food in front of you slowly begins to cool down, mirroring the cooling of your own emotions. You thought Heeseung was no longer mad at you when he gave you that birthday gift.

At 10:30, Heeseung’s assistant suddenly calls you only to let you know that Heeseung had locked himself in the office and no one was allowed to disturb him.

When you arrive at the company, it is already past 11.

The assistant waits for you at the elevator and takes you to his office.

“Sorry, I couldn't stop Heeseung from drinking too much at tonight's party. His health is not good, I am worried that something would happen if he locked himself in the office alone like that. I don’t have any other choices but to call you.”

The office door is opened, revealing the messy scene inside, the furniture is disorganized, with several documents strewn all over the floor. You are immediately struck by an overpowering alcohol odor. Heeseung is lying limply on the couch, his disheveled hair partially covering his face, and his two shirt buttons are open letting you vaguely make out the outline of the scar on his chest. His tie is also torn off and tossed into the nearby coffee table.

Under the coffee table, there are some shattered wine glasses with half-empty wine bottles.

When you approach and notice that he is scowling, you can’t help but your heart aches a little bit. More than anyone else, you are the reason why Heeseung is nearly unconscious from intoxication.

You knelt carefully, your eyes catching a glimpse of his handsome features hidden beneath the strands. You gently brush his hair back, revealing his forehead and exposing his chiseled jawline and long eyelashes. Your fingertips trail down his chin, stopping at his chest.

You stare at the scar.

But at that moment, Heeseung abruptly opened his eyes.

"Are you afraid it won't beat?"

A sudden wave of terror comes over you.

"No...Heeseung, that's not what I meant."

With a hint of bitterness in his gaze, he turns to face you, then shoves you aside before getting up and walking towards the door. However, his action makes you lose your balance and crash onto the hard floor. The shattered glass from wine glasses now becomes a cascade of razor-sharp shards that tear into your delicate skin, leaving behind a trail of crimson streams.

You swiftly stand up and chase after him. His footsteps suddenly stop as you grab the hem of his shirt.

"Heeseung, I came because I was worried about you."

Since he turns his back to you, you can't see his expression but only his side-profile.

"Heeseung.” You whispered his name, "I want to be with you..."

Heeseung abruptly spins around before you can continue speaking, seizes your neck with one hand, and gradually forces you up against the wall. His face comes closer, the overpowering stench of alcohol wafting. He grits his teeth.

"Y/N! How else do you want to torture me? Each time you give me hope, you immediately dash it away! That’s enough! I really regret it. I shouldn't have taken this heart in the first place. Even if I die, it's better than being tortured by you now.”

He is getting more and more upset as he speaks. He chokes you until your face turns red, but you can’t bear to push him away. There was a layer of mist in Heeseung’s eyes, within that mist, a profound pain lurked, visible to those who took the time to truly see.

“Y/N, sometimes I really hate myself! I know you don't love me, but I still can not let you go. In the end, I'm still willing to be tortured by you.”

A sudden realization washes over you like a wave crashing upon the shore. His eyes once filled with warmth, now bore the marks of hurt. It is at that moment that you understand the gravity of your mistake and the profound impact of your words and actions.

Placing your palm on your chest, you cough again and again before catching your breath.

His eyebrows furrow as his gaze lands on your bleeding hand, then he peeks quickly at the broken wine glass next to the table.

He looks up at you again, this time there is a bit of helplessness in his eyes.

After a loud sigh, Heeseung grabs your wrist, leads you to the sofa, and calls his assistant. A medicine box is brought not long after.

Without saying a word, he cleans your wound, you also sit there in silence, staring at his face, suddenly you realize that the twins are incredibly distinct, despite the fact that their looks are rather similar. The realization strikes you as if it were a bolt of lightning illuminating the depths of your mind.

As soon as he bandages your wound and is about to stand up, you swiftly grab his hand.

"Heeseung, I’m sincerely apologizing for all my wrongdoings.”

As he turns away, you can’t witness his immediate reaction, leaving you with a sense of disconnection and uncertainty. You feel a bit nervous.

"I know it's meaningless to tell you this now, but there's something I still want to tell you."

You swallow your saliva, your voice shaking slightly.

"Actually... I have a mental problem. I can't control myself, I didn't mean to hurt you."

You are telling the truth. Although you have taken medicine, sometimes your acts are still out of your control. Just like that night at his villa, you lost it and yelled at the butler.

You thought Heeseung would be very surprised by the news; however, he just nods coldly.

"If it weren't for your illness, then what is the reason for making me be by your side until now?”

After saying that, he brushes your hand away and leaves without looking back.

Does he really... know everything?

From that day on, Heeseung starts avoiding you.

One day, you unintentionally walked by a watch shop. There is a classic quartz tiger clock, very basic but elegant. It immediately appealed to you, you think it will look very nice on Heeseung’s wrist.

You realize that you guys have been together for so long and you still haven't given him a gift. But when you go to the company to find him, you find out he was brought to the hospital because he had fainted in the conference room one hour ago.

Heeseung suffered from gastrointestinal bleeding. When you arrive at the hospital room, he has just finished surgery and is still sleeping.

Midnight.

He has a sudden high fever after surgery.

Even though he is injected with fever-reducing medicine, his temperature still can’t come down. The doctor states that fever-reducing medicine should not be overdosed since his background disease is related to his heart and he recommends physical cooling.

You change each basin of warm water and keep wiping his body, resulting in his fever being alleviated. Nonetheless, the coolness makes him shudder so you can’t do anything but climb into bed, hug him tightly, and keep him warm, waiting until he stops shaking.

This procedure happens many times that night until dawn when his body temperature tends to stabilize at 37,5 degrees. You look at his pale face, you realize for the first time how frail he is.

You don't know if it is because of discomfort or something else, even if he is in a coma, his eyebrows are still furrowed. You reach up and gently touch his eyebrows, trying to relax them for him. But he unconsciously turns his face away, making your hand freeze in mid-air.

You sniffle, trying to hold back your tears. After that, you are so exhausted that you fall asleep on the bed. You don't know how long you slept until a nurse comes and wakes you up.

Heeseung has already woken up. His expression is still quite bad, but much better than last night. Your lips curve up with delight only to fall slightly afterward. His eyes are not at all tender when he gazes at you.

The nurse puts away the heat, smiles, and talks to Heeseung.

 "It's better, there's no more danger. Last night, you had a high fever, which scared your girlfriend to death. She was busy all night, constantly cooling your body. It is such a blessing to have a girlfriend who loves you like that."

“Really?"

His gaze at you conveys a complex blend of emotions.

 "So I should be happy about that, right?”

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-> chapter 3 (will be updated later)

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[heehappi]

My Heart Beats For U

❯ Pairings: Heeseung x fem! reader

❯ Tags: angst with happy ending

❯ Character: Reader who has a strong attachment to Ethan, Ethan who was Heeseung’s twins, and Heeseung who desperately in love with his brother’s girlfriend.

❯ A/N: Heeseung is NOT a third wheel, Ethan is mentioned but not much, reader has mild mental health issue.

❯ The number of chapters: 3

❯ Synopsis: 

You and your boyfriend's brother are eventually together. You like to unbutton his shirt at midnight and kiss the 20 cm long scar on his chest.

Because his heart belongs to your boyfriend.

Ethan, who died in a traffic accident, was your boyfriend. After that accident, his heart was transplanted into the body of his twin brother, Heeseung. So you seduced Heeseung, gathered all your thoughts to find ways to crawl into his bed. You don’t want and don’t allow that heart to love someone else other than you. It must belong to you…

…for good.

Chapter 1 - 2695 words

Heeseung and you have lived under the same roof for a year. One night, you suddenly wake up because of a loud peal of thunder. You look out the window, the lightning flashes and it starts raining heavily outside. You go to the kitchen to have some water. It’s a habit of you to glance at the wall clock in the kitchen.

It’s already half past eleven. And Heeseung hasn’t come back home yet. After the company was listed on the stock market, he had so many social events. He comes home later and later, sometimes he stays at the company overnight.

“Ding-dong”

When you’re just about to go back to your room, the doorbell rings. You walk towards the door and open it. Drunken Heeseung is standing there with a sexy woman, his arm draped around her shoulders, his body sticking to her. She wears a short, tight, black dress that hugs her perfect body perfectly. The woman hugs Heeseung tightly and pretends to be smiling towards you, her eyes filled with provocation.

“There was a party tonight. We had some little fun games. Mr.Lee might have drunk too much and insisted that I would take him home."

This is the fifth time this month that Heeseung was taken home with different girls. I wrap my arm around his waist, pull him out of her embrace, not forgetting to thank the woman.

“Thank you for helping him. I’ll take care of him now.” 

She is displeased, wants to say something but you shut the door just in time. You hate the repulsive perfume on her.

You assist Heeseung in getting back into your bedroom, help him lie on the bed, and take off his shoes. You nervously lean your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat through his shirt before exhaling a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, his heart rate remained normal.

Heeseung has ignored the doctor’s repeated warnings that excessive drinking wasn’t recommended for his health, especially after that heart surgery. 

Just as you are about to stand up, Heeseung suddenly grabs your arm, flips you over, and traps you beneath him. He squeezes your wrist. There was no sign of inebriation when his dark eyes looked at you with obvious discomfort.

“Why don't you pretend to be drunk anymore?”. You smile.

Heeseung has been used to this type of party over the years. He has mastered controlling his alcohol intake, so there is no way that he gets drunk to the point of passing out. Your wrists are squeezed more tightly so that your eyes become red from pain. A tinge of sadness flickers in his eyes, his eyebrows frowning.

"Aren't you the least bit jealous? Aren't you very concerned about this heart? Aren't you afraid I'll have a change of heart that I will no longer love you?"

Heeseung said, grabbing your left hand and pressing it firmly on his chest. 

“Then you will?" You ask.

Pain and sadness welled up in his eyes.

"Y/N, is your heart made of stone?"

Then, he slams the door and leaves the house. He doesn’t return for the rest of the night. He no longer gently coaxes you like before. He even goes on a business trip without informing you.

That’s when you know this time he is really mad at you.

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Ethan, Heeseung and you are college classmates. Ethan is a cheerful and cheery person, wherever he is, there will be laughter. However, his brother, Heeseung, is always cold and nonchalant. You and Ethan dated for 3 months until his final year, Ethan died due to a car accident. Meanwhile, Heeseung had a serious heart disease since birth. So basically, thanks to that accident, thanks to that heart transplant after it, he has lived like a normal person.

Truth be told, you knew that Heeseung liked you a long time ago. When you were a freshman, you accidentally read his diary.

Your name is written all over it.

Therefore, Heeseung - who always seems calm and indifferent - didn’t resist your seduction on the night he recovered from his illness. Even though he knew that you were acting drunk, he still let you sleep with him that night.

You wanted to make Heeseung love you because he has your boyfriend’s heart.

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On your birthday, you go to the training room to practice with your ensemble as usual.

“Did you argue with Heeseung?". Sunoo, your dance partner, asks you.

You don't have many friends, Sunoo is one of your few buddies.

You said perfunctorily. "No."

Sunoo shakes his head. "I don't believe it! It's been a long time since Heeseung came to the dance troupe. Before, regardless of how busy he was, he would always make time to see you rehearse. Every time he came, he brought a lot of food in case you were hungry. I can tell Heeseung loves you so much, Y/N.”

He pouted. "Moreover, today is your birthday! And Heeseung didn't come? This is too unusual!"

Sunoo still wants to chat more but the dance teacher calls him away. 

You have never cared about Heeseung's kindness towards you.

Your phone suddenly vibrates in your pocket. It is a message from Heeseung's assistant. 

“Mrs. Lee, I’ve made an appointment with the doctor for you at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. Please remember to come on time."

You pick up the phone and text back. "Okay, thank you."

You have stomach problems.

When Ethan passed away, you couldn't face reality so you didn't eat for many days.

Afterward, you ate too much, leading to gastritis. After Heeseung knew that, he found the best doctor in the country to treat you. He even changed himself from someone who didn't know how to cook to a nutritionist, always cooking various dishes and coaxing you to eat.

Now that you think back, it seems Heeseung has always treated you well.

When you had a stomach ache in the middle of the night, sweating profusely, he held you in his arms and rushed to the emergency room. When you had a fever, he stayed by your bedside to take care of you all day and night. When you went on business trips, no matter how late you came home, Heeseung was always waiting at the airport gate to pick you up.

Last year, on your birthday, he even flew back from abroad overnight to see your live performance. In front of thousands of spectators, he walked onto the stage, holding a bouquet of carnations. When he stood in front of you, all the lights suddenly turned off.

Then there was a "pop" sound. A bright beam of light from above clearly illuminated you and him. The corners of his eyes lifted into a smile. He gave you that bouquet of pale red carnations with both hands. "Y/N, happy birthday."

Heeseung’s romance is not much. But it's all for you.

You scroll down the message, then click on the chat box with Heeseung. It has been a month since the last message was received. Heeseung texted that he had something to do and wouldn't go home. You scroll up the chat box and re-read all the messages. Heeseung used to call you love, but then gradually changed to Y/N/L, both your first and last name. When did his attitude towards you change?

Maybe it was that time, Heeseung caught you video chatting with your best friend. You said you only saw him as a substitute lover, you never truly loved him, you just wanted to have his heart. After that day, Heeseung stopped smiling at you. After that day, he is often picked up by different girls when he is drunk.

You recall that one night, he kissed you like crazy, his eyes turned red, full of sadness mixed with angriness.

 "I have the same face as Ethan, now I even share the same heart with him, why can't you love me?"

That's right, Heeseung is so kind and gentle, why don't you love him?

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You finish the rehearsals in the evening. As soon as you walk out of the dance troupe, you run across Peter, the butler of the Lee family. He says that Heeseung's mother has something important to inform you and asks you to come with him to their house. 

Constructed midway up the mountain, their house is an old villa from the 1970s, nostalgic but no less unique. It's getting dark now, and the villa's glass windows let in a dazzling display of lights. This is the second time you’ve come here.

The first time was with Ethan. You still remember, when Ethan introduced you to his parents that you were his girlfriend, his father's face darkened, accompanied by his mother's disgusted eyes.

They didn’t want their son to marry below his station.

After getting out of the car, Peter takes you inside the house. Before entering the house, you took a deep breath, always feeling bored. After going through the hallway and into the living room, you finally see Heeseung after a month. He wears a neat suit and sits solemnly on the sofa. There is a girl about eighteen years old sitting next to him. The girl has long hair, wears a white dress, and smiles confidently.

When Heeseung’s mother notices you, she changes her attitude and walks over to hold your hand.

"You finally came."

She even pulls you to sit next to her, letting Heeseung and that girl sit across from you. Heeseung gives you a straight glance, with a surprised look as if he doesn't expect that you will come here.

Grasping your hands, Heeseung’s mother grins and says.

"Y/N, I called you here today because I have happy news to share with you."

Happy news?

You suspiciously look straight at Heeseung.

You haven’t processed what is going on until the female sitting next to Heeseung puts her arm around his and looks at him with her eyes full of love.

Heeseung's mother says.

"Let me introduce to you. This girl here is Hailey, she is Heeseung's fiancée. She returned from Australia to marry him."

The girl named Hailey also grins at you.

Heeseung's mother squeezes your hand, smiling sarcastically. "After all, Heeseung is still young and can't resist the temptation of true love. Today I called you here hoping that you would not bother Heeseung anymore."

You glanced at her. Her smirk made you hate her. You pull your hand out of hers, turn to look at Heeseung.

"Are you going to break up with me?"

Heeseung sits there quietly, lowering his eyes. A bright light shined down from above, making his eyes look deeper.

He ignores you.

With a sigh of relief, Heeseung’s mom requests. "Peter, let the guests out please."

The corner of Hailey’s eyes twitched slightly. She smiled and looked at you complacently.

"Miss Y/N, this way please." 

You reluctantly glanced at Heeseung, his expression was still as cold as before. You suddenly felt uncomfortable in your heart. 

Heeseung, do you really love me?

Peter keeps urging you to leave. You feel like you are tied with a rock under my feet, you are frozen, staring at Heeseung in confusion, emotions welling up.

Seeing you not moving, Peter reaches out and pulls you. As soon as his hand touches your arm, you finally lose control and scream at him.

"Don't touch me!"

Everyone is flabbergasted by how loud the scream is.

Things go quiet all of a sudden. They stare at you in shock, as if you are some kind of monster. The only one who seems calm is Heeseung, he looks at you sadly.

That's when you realize you were losing your grip.

You couldn't control your anxiety.

You don’t even dare to look at each person, just quickly murmur hastily "Sorry" before turning around and running out in panic. But after just a few steps, your wrist was gripped by someone. You feel like your heart stops beating for a second when your entire body is yanked backward. With both hands, Heeseung holds your face and kisses you desperately.

A film of agony appears in his eye, you can tell that he is on the verge of tears. He bites your lower lip rudely making you wince in pain. Then, with an inexplicable expression in his eyes, he slowly let you go. You taste the blood on your lip, smelling like rust. Your blood also lingers on his thin lip, bright red.

Hailey angrily stomps her feet and gets off the sofa.

"Heeseung, what are you doing!"

She sobs and hurries to Heeseung’s mom. "Auntie, look at them, do they have any shame?"

While comforting Hailey, Heeseung’s mother angrily scolded him. "Heeseung, are you crazy? Hailey is your fiancée."

With one hand, Heeseung loosens his tie and with the other, he pulls you closer to hug you tightly. His eyes instantly turn cold. 

"You are the one who chose Hailey as the fiancée you, not me. You all have already seen how I feel about this fucking marriage. From now on, don't you dare to bother Y/N anymore.”

Then, Heeseung takes hold of your hand firmly and drags you away, utterly ignoring the screams behind him.

____________________

The car runs smoothly on the road. Heeseung and you sit next to each other in the rear row. He seems to be purposefully avoiding you as his entire gaze is fixed out the car window.

Your head is lowered, your hands hang limply on your knees, you fiddle with your fingers. Sometimes, you look out the car window, the yellow street lights illuminate the road, the trees speed by on each side of the road.

The car slowly stops when the red light ahead is on.

Heeseung suddenly raises his voice after a month of cold war with you. "So… I don't contact you, then you won’t take the initiative to talk to me?"

You turn to look at him. A dim light shines in, lighting his sharp eyebrows and the gloom in his eyes. He doesn't look at you, he just looks forward at the road.

"I...". You want to say that was not true.

In fact, in the afternoon, you picked up your phone and kept opening his message box, wanting to ask if he was coming home tonight.

But after entering the text multiple times, it was finally deleted.

"Actually, this afternoon I..."

"That doesn't matter anymore.". Heeseung interrupts you.

The car passes through the intersection when the light turns green.

Heeseung tells the driver: "Pull over."

He turns his head away, fixes his eyes outside the window, and coldly orders. "Get out of the car."

You glance out the window, it is still very far from home.

Just as Heeseung is about to say something, he closes his eyes, his face filled with impatience. Turns out he's still angry with you.

____________________

You stand on the side of the road, watching his car drive off.

This is the first time he left you like this.

It’s 9 pm. You feel even more alone as you stroll aimlessly down the busy street, seeing busy people around and their happy grins. Then a couple catches your eyes. Each of them holds an ice cream in their hands, stands under the neon lights, and takes selfies with a grin on their lips.

You couldn't help but remember that summer evening of your last year of college, when Ethan and you stood under the street lights, both holding cups of milk tea and taking selfies, you and him also laughed like this.

You still clearly remember, at that time you unintentionally turned your head and vaguely caught a glimpse of Heeseung’s figure.

He stood there, alone.

His lonely figure was gradually swallowed by the darkness of the night.

-> chapter 2

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Perfect Present

❯ Pairings: ??? Heeseung x Fem wizard reader

❯ Genre: Wizarding AU / Harry Potter AU 

❯ Word Count: 6k+

❯ Tags: best friend to ???, inner child healing, slight mommy issue.

❯ A/N: I will note some def for unusual terms below their appearances, so don't worry if you don't understand them.

❯ Summary: Heeseung is a good son who always obeys his mom’s rules, no matter how much unreasonable they are. Until one day, you came and be friends with him. Two of you find out the reason behind his mom’s act…

Lee Heeseung had a wish. He desired to climb the old oak next to the window.

Children without friends might yearn for expensive toys while some gluttonous ones might crave gigantic cakes. In contrast, Heeseung had never wished for anything since childhood, always striving to behave well as an obedient son. He immediately obeyed when his mom asked him to eat everything on the dish. Mom demanded him to go read books instead of bothering her, he complied right away, quickly took out a novel, and read it. His mom forbade him from stepping out of the house, the little boy complied with her order without hesitation.

No matter how many secrets existed in the world outside his house, Heeseung was never curious about them. He was also not lonely even when he didn’t have his mother or friends by his side. Heeseung had a small figure in comparison with his peers. Standing on a chair didn't make a seven-year-old boy as tall as a bookshelf. There were a lot of books that Heeseung couldn’t comprehend their content, but he still tried to read them, just because of the good-looking book covers. At bedtime, mom put a blanket on him, then he grasped her sleeve. 

- Mom, what's written in that book?

She yanked her arm away.

- That is *Ancient Runes.

*Ancient Runes: a mostly theoretical subject that studied the ancient runic scripts of magic.

He had no idea what Runes was, but if his mother refused to explain, he wouldn’t be curious about it anymore. The next day, he would continue to lay on his stomach on the carpet underneath the bookcase, reading that book like a good son.

Heeseung noticed a peculiar animal resembling a long-haired, black mouse with a wide mouth. Its ugly small eyes annoyed him, so he quickly flipped to the following page which had a picture of a little bird with a silver stripe on its tail. That bird caught his attention because it looked quite familiar. Suddenly, a soft sound coming from the vacant windowsill made Heeseung turn to look. He noticed a blue sparrow bird with a silver tail standing on an old oak, tilting its head to stare at him.

That was the first time Heeseung acted against his mother's orders. He rush downstairs while carrying that hefty book, running toward the old oak without his shoes on. This spacious house had a very long staircase. Each of his footsteps was light and soft as if he was afraid his mom might catch him breaking her rule.

When Heeseung sprinted toward the door, he abruptly slowed down. The bird was still perched on the branch, staring at him. He immediately recalled his mother's expectations of him as a good son. But the glorious sunshine outdoors and the aroma of fresh grass drying in the sun were also there, trying to lure him to break the rules. Heeseung moved carefully in the direction of the old dark oak. Just as he was about to enter the shade of the tree, a yell brought him back to reality. His arm was yanked back with great force. Thus, this disobedient youngster was caught by his mother.

Heeseung wasn’t concerned about punishment when being dragged into the house; instead, he wondered how his mom could suddenly show up behind his back in such a few seconds. Actually, there was no need to be worried because his mom never spanked him. The next morning, Heeseung met a strange woman sitting at the dining table, with a solemn expression and a book called Runes in her hand.

She introduced that she would be his teacher, and promised to teach him anything in the book, whether it was Runes or Latin. Heeseung was silent for a while before asking her. 

- Ma'am, on the way here, do you notice a little bird perching on an old oak?

There was no response to his question. Heeseung was no longer curious about it. 

He had never seen any birds appearing on the old oak in the next two years, not even the silver-tailed sparrow that year. So, when he was at the age of nine, seeing a girl lying on her stomach under a tree, Heeseung felt more flabbergasted than curious. 

It should have been a normal afternoon like any other day. After the teacher left in the afternoon, he would sit on the windowsill, immersing himself in *"A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration". He presumed the rustling of the leaves was an illusion and ignored it. But as the noise became louder, Heeseung suddenly heard a shout coming from the summit of the oak.

- Hey, how can you be so passionate about reading books?

The girl on the tree seemed to be his age, grinning at him, swinging her leg back and forth. The book in his hand slipped to the ground, Heeseung's eyes widened, obviously still shocked, and had no idea about what was going on.

- Why remained silent? Were you afraid of me?

Heeseung was far from afraid, he quickly shook his head to clarify, making you burst out laughing, almost falling backward. Heeseung feared you would lose your balance and fall off the tree, hurriedly approaching to assist.

- You're funny.

After saying that, you cutely waved your hand and introduced yourself to him.

- I'm Y/N. What's your name?

Sitting on the tree of someone's home but daring to think you are the owner of the home, go and get his name. He chuckled, imitating your act, waving his hand back to you.

- My name is Lee Heeseung.

- Why don't you go out to play Heeseung? I bet outside is more interesting than that boring book. 

Heeseung was at a loss for words. Since that incident, he no longer wanted to leave the house. He could sit on the windowsill, but freely swinging his legs on the branches of the oak like you is a daydream that he had never been able to do. He became bewildered, lost in his thoughts, unaware his face at that time looked really dumb and silly. You laughed so hard that your whole body fell backward, losing your balance, then fell off the tree.

- Y/N!

Heeseung yelled your name out of worry. But it wasn't until he saw you hanging in the air that he quickly realized you were a little witch. Of course, he was aware that there was a wizarding world. Since the day that his teacher had entered this house, he quickly acknowledged the reason why his mom could move to his back in just a second when he was about to reach the oak. His mother, his teacher, and even the girl he just met today - Y/N, all of them are witches with the ability to use magic. 

Heeseung, however, couldn’t be a wizard.

He urged the teacher to teach him as soon as he realized what was written in the thick old book was spells. After countless attempts with the wand, he ultimately realized that he himself did not possess the same type of abilities as his mother. In other words, Heeseung was a *Squib, according to the term he had discovered in his family tree last week.

*Squib: a non-magical person who was born to at least one magical parent, but didn’t inherit magic from parents.

Heeseung wasn't sure if he could turn into a wizard. But he deduced that becoming a witch wouldn’t be so enjoyable after daily glancing at the expressions on the faces of his mother and teacher. Until he saw the small witch standing there brushing the dust off her dress, he could tell that being a wizard would not be all that horrible. 

You approached him, extending your hand.

- How about I’ll teach you some easy spells that I've picked up from my mom? And to pay for that, you will play with me. Deal?

Before Heeseung could even utter the word "Okay”, someone shouted your name, you immediately flew away, didn’t forget to turn back, and waved your hand at him.

- Heeseung, my family just moved here yesterday. We’re neighbors now. Hope you can come and play with me someday. 

He waved goodbye to his over-excited new friend. His heart skipped a beat, just like it had done on the first day he saw a little sparrow bird with a silver tail on the old dark oak.

A Squib who was hidden in an old house, and a witch who moved with her parents to a strange place, thus becoming close friends. At their second encounter, you sat on the windowsill to hear him chat about his mysterious teacher and strict mother. Heeseung only had free time in the afternoon; however, he didn’t mention that it was also the only time he was unsupervised. You nodded slightly and noticed the sad tone in his story.

- Then I'll come to play with you every afternoon.

Heeseung told you about the ugly mouse in his book and the unusual bird on the tree. You told him about your life in your old neighborhood. He was fascinated to hear your story, nodding repeatedly when you recounted how you found his house.

A 9-year-old girl didn’t understand much about adult stuff, so you quit the conversation between your mom and new neighbors. You kicked the stone in boredom while walking accidentally to his house. You raised your head up and saw a gigantic old oak. The naughty instinct drove you to climb up, then spotted this old house.

Even though it wasn't far from his home to yours, neither your parents nor your neighbors had ever mentioned it. While resting on a tree limb, you peered inside and noticed a handsome nerd-like boy intently reading a book by the window.

You weren't very knowledgeable about the magic world; all the spells you knew were picked up through imitation. Heeseung raised the book in his palm after you finished telling.

- So that means my house is already charmed with *The Disillusionment Charm.

*The Disillusionment Charm: a charm that rendered something invisible.

Heeseung had to explain again after seeing your face crinkled in confusion.

- It can keep *Muggles from seeing witches, indeed.

*Muggles: humans who were born to two non-magical parents and were incapable of performing magic.

You hit his shoulder with a book after failing to comprehend.

- Please clarify it in the language, which is within my understanding, Magical Google.

Heeseung turned his head in another way. His shaking shoulder told you he was smothering a laugh. Afterward, he gently explained magic to you, defining Muggles as well as the spells he had read. After making sense, you posed the following query.

-  Heeseung, I assume you're a wizard too?

Children of Muggles are Muggles, children of wizards are wizards. This theory was absolutely true in the case of Heeseung having the ability to use magic. He shook his head slightly and asked you back. 

- So, your entire family is a wizard?

- Just me and mom.

There was no one in your family with such unusual abilities as you, except your mom. However, she had no intention to talk about it to you, not expecting her daughter to even learn some easy spells from her. Heeseung went on to explain, those who were born into a family of wizards but didn’t possess magical abilities, like him, were known as Squibs.

You frowned at the new word.

- Heeseung, if you don’t want to address yourself as Squib, then don’t.

He raised his brows in shock, gaping jaw, blinking his eyes.

- How do you know that? Are you using *Legilimency Spell on me right now Quick Learner?

*Legilimency Spell: a charm that allows the caster to delve into the mind of the victim, permitting the caster to see memories, emotions, and thoughts.

- No, if you are looking for intelligent students, then you chose the wrong one. It’s just the feeling. That word sounds harsh like you're the black sheep of your family. I don’t like that. I am unique, as are you. We aren’t a distinct species, but rather a relatively unique individual.

Heeseung agreed with his "relatively special" friend, calling you back before you left.

- Y/N, do you want to try some spells in this book? I can teach you the next time you come.

You absolutely wanted it, but you were afraid you would bother him, so you made a small exchange.

- Okay, but you must promise me.

Heeseung nodded enthusiastically, waiting for you to continue.

- I will always bring a tiny gift when I come, and you can't help but accept it no matter what it is.

- Ok!

Heeseung was nervous and unable to sleep the night before your subsequent visit, tossing and turning all night, thinking about the present you would bring for him. Would the price be too high? If so, he really couldn’t accept it. As a result, the next day, he hung two eye-catching dark eye bags under his half-closed eyes to meet you. Today, he intended to teach *The Levitation Charm, a very simple spell.

*The Levitation Charm: a charm used to make objects fly.

You stood under the tree with your hands behind your back, refusing to let him see what you were hiding. You persuaded him to go down there to see the gift, but he stayed loyal to his mom’s rule. You didn’t have any other choice but to fly into his room. 

You stumbled a little while reaching the windowsill, arms flailing and hair flying. Heeseung was so scared that he threw the book, rushing to help you, his arm quickly wrapped around you. Luckily it was fast enough to prevent you from hitting your head on the ground. 

When Heeseung’s hand was still on your waist, before he could react, you suddenly put something on his head. You were bent over with laughter, guffawing so hard your whole body shook. Heeseung’s gaze fell from you to his reflection in the mirror, his expression of confusion mixed with worry cracked. His face turned red with shyness, giggling along with you. 

- Heeseung, you look like a little girl with it.

He had no idea where you collected the little pink flowers that you crocheted into a basic wreath and placed on his head. You were still clapping and laughing, Heeseung took off the wreath and placed it on your head. You tried to get away from it, trying to suppress your laughter, but couldn't help the occasional giggle that escaped.

- And you look like my little girl Y/N.

- Keep it down in your throat till the day I drink *love potions. 

*Love potions: caused the drinker to become infatuated or obsessed with the person who gave it to them.

Heeseung, in contrast to his strict teacher, had no intention of forcing you to learn anything; for the most part, you guys continued to act like two normal kids, joking around. The two met at the end of the summer, and then through winter, spring came, and you still hadn't mastered the Levitation Charm.

The grass under the windowsill was covered with purple-blue flowers after the heavy rain. You didn’t show up as scheduled that afternoon, Heeseung just waited patiently by the window while reading Latin textbooks till he heard you calling him. When he peered over the window, he noticed you standing here and clutching a bouquet of purple-blue iris flowers. His eyes widened in surprise; a huge grin spread across his face as he took in the unexpected sight before him.

- Why are you picking flowers in my yard to give them as gifts?

You pouted and denied it.

- Heeseung, look closely.

Following a lengthy spell called Wingardium Leviosa, the bouquet of irises in your palm began to separate into individual flowers, floating in the air until stopping in front of Heeseung, like butterflies. He bent his head to gaze at you as sunlight entered the blue-violet landscape you had constructed. He loudly thanked you, not noticing his eyes sparkle with joy and affection. He felt a rush of happiness flood through him and had to lean against the wall to steady himself as he felt his head grow light.

From that day on, the iris bouquet became a special memento between you and him. Heeseung feigned to mention it casually at the dinner table and said he truly enjoyed the collection of irises under the windowsill. His mother immediately made a spell to keep them from wilting even in winter. She was still pleased to grant a few wishes for Heeseung as long as he had no plans to leave this house.

Before you flew into the room, you would put the Levitation Charm to make the bouquet go upward and land on the windowsill. Heeseung will take the bouquet if there is only him in his room.

Actually, that complex signal was useless since the teachers were all leaving on time, and his mother didn’t care what he did in his room. Therefore, this was basically just a joke between the two of you, adding a little romance. At first, you and he were just extremely interested kids who enjoyed playing this game for its stimulation and excitement, but as time passed, there was something vague like Romeo and Juliet between Heeseung and you. This small ceremonial sense persisted, and the irises bouquet continued to be passed back and forth till the day you received a message from an owl at the age of 15.

The letter arrived at dawn; you awoke to a rumbling sound at the window. You saw a snowy owl outside the window staring at you. When you opened the window, the owl flung the letter inside before taking off. You took up the letter and noticed the wax mark on it, your heart pounded in your chest like a drum. You immediately thought of the magic school that Heeseung had recently informed you of - Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. 

The early morning landscape was shrouded in a mist, you were wearing a thin nightgown, hurriedly put your shoes on, and ran towards Heeseung's house. You didn't use magic to make the flowers fly this time. Instead, you muttered his name. Thankfully, Heeseung quickly showed up at the window, his hair still unkempt. You showed him the letter in his hand, your eyes sparkled with excitement and wonder. 

- Heeseung, look!

Heeseung helped you down from the windowsill when you flew into his room. He didn’t see the letter immediately, instead turning to his wardrobe to grab a coat and then put it on you.

- Don't let yourself catch a cold on the first day of your 15th.

Heeseung opened the letter with you, he wasn’t surprised by the content inside. You were chosen by Hogwarts. You would have to leave this place. Your expression darkened as you read it, not even paying attention to Heeseung, who was patting your back. You closed the letter slowly; he quickly grabbed your hand.

- Y/N, you need to go.

You stood in stunned silence, eyes fixed on the air, unable to find the words to express your thoughts. Of course, you want to enroll in Hogwarts; however, you didn’t want to leave Heeseung behind. He pulled your shoulder to face him, but after seeing your watery red eyes, and trembling lips, his words were also stuck in his throat.

The air was still, the only sound was made by the leaves of the oak rustling in the wind. Both you and Heeseung looked at each other for a moment, considering the next words. 

- Heeseung. Squib really can’t go to Hogwarts?

You fell silent again after seeing his shaking head. Before the sun had fully risen, Heeseung reassured you.

- Y/N, don't be sad about this, you still have the day off; come see me then.

Two days before the opening of the school year, that night, you surreptitiously ran to Heeseung’s house. You and your mother had gone through *Diagonal Alley, where there were many scary but interesting things, but you still prepared all the items on the list.

*Diagon Alley: a cobblestoned wizarding alley and shopping area located in London but it was completely hidden from the Muggle world. All items on the Hogwarts supply list could be bought at Diagon Alley.

This time, what you brought was not an iris flower but a snowy owl. The window wasn’t shut. When you and the owl quietly flew in, Heeseung wasn’t asleep, though, sitting on his bed as if he were waiting for you.

Neither of you really didn't talk much on that night. You only remembered the two bickering about what to name the owl. You insisted on calling it Artemis but were firmly rejected by Heeseung. He wanted to call it Dongsik. 

- It’s not a Korean owl, Hee!

In the end, you couldn't come up with a nice name. Before dawn, you stood up to get ready to go but Heeseung pulled your hand and embraced you firmly. You buried your head in his shoulder, tears streaming down your face, wet a patch on his shirt. Heeseung stroked your back, whispering some words of reassurance.

- It's okay. You can come back and spend your holidays with me, Y/N.

The first time your owl sent a letter to him was one afternoon. Heeseung untied the letter tied on its leg. He was about to feed the owl a cookie, but it turned his head away. Heeseung chuckled as he opened the letter and read it. You wrote a lot of things, including about being sorted into Slytherin, meeting some mysterious friends and how long the professor's spell was.

- With all your naughty tricks, no wonder you belong to Slytherin.

“Hee, I don't think she teaches as well as you do”

After this state, your house points were reduced by that professor because you were lacking concentration.

You did write a lot— even about some fascinating potions. You believed that you could learn about them without being a witch. When you reached this section, you also drew a few cute drawings below it. Heeseung smiled slightly as he imagined you sitting in the class, writing this letter without being noticed by the professor. At the end of the letter was a very small line, but he still easily saw it.

"Hee, forget to tell you. I decided to name it Dongsik. Absolutely not because of your suggestion that day! Just because I find it not that bad.”

The first Christmas you didn’t go home. You sent Heeseng a gift - a best-selling book about Potion Preparation. In his earlier reply letter, Heeseung said that he finally succeeded in persuading his teacher to let him learn to brew potions. He also agreed to your initial proposal - don’t call himself Squib anymore.

During the first-year vacation, you just got off the train from London and went straight to Heeseung's house. Your parents knew you had a special friend. They were even more heartbroken after finding out they couldn't see this friend because he couldn't get out of his house. 

You flew up the windowsill carrying a familiar bouquet of irises and saw Heeseung leaning against the wall, grinning and waiting for you. After a lengthy conversation, you pulled out some weird *beans that you had purchased on the train, intending to compel Heeseung to taste them. He placed a milky white one into his lips and chewed it while you looked at him with a mischievous twinkle in your eye and a playful smile on your lips.

*Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans: popular sweets in the wizarding world. There were ordinary flavors like chocolate, peppermint, but also less fanciable ones like grass, farm dirt, paper, bogeys,...

- Oh my… It’s too spicy Y/N!

In the second year of school, Heeseung received a music box from you. It was a glass ball with an old oak inside. As you stated in your letter, the song in the box was written by yourself, so Heeseung activated the music box, and listened to it until he learned the melody by heart. 

The last letter of the second year was sent before the holiday. You had been selected for the *Quidditch team, being a *Seeker because of your agility. Heeseung teased you.

“Was it because you often quickly fly away when my mom knocks on the door?”

You replied, pretending to be mysterious: “I have an incredibly super surprising gift for you”.

*Quidditch: a wizarding sport played on flying broomsticks.

*Seeker: a position in the wizarding sport of Quidditch. The goal of the Seeker was to catch the Golden Snitch. A team whose Seeker caught the Snitch received 150 points, which almost always won the match for that team.

You indeed gave him a very wonderful present. That day, Heeseung heard your voice, he glanced at the grass but saw no one. He felt the wind in near his ears and then looked up to see you flying here on a broomstick. You halted at the window ledge and held out your hand to Heeseung, inviting him to join you. Not forget to wink at him.

- It's okay, I promise not to fly out of your yard.

Heeseung took your hand, sat on the broom, and hugged the waist in front of him. The sound of the wind whistling in his ears as you guided him around the old mansion. The first time he could observe clearly towering trees with lush canopies lining the sidewalks, casting a dappled shade over the quiet streets. There are colorful flower beds bursting with bright petals, and climbing vines that wind their way up trellises and walls. The air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, mingling with the fresh smell of the trees and grass. The leaves rustle softly in the gentle breeze, creating a soothing sound that seems to envelop him. The occasional bird flitting from tree to tree, chirping merrily and adding to the peaceful atmosphere.

He couldn't help but glance at you. Your long flowing hair danced in the breeze and your eyes sparkled like diamonds. Your grin stretched from ear to ear, exposing your cheeks dimpled with delight, adding to the charm of your infectious smile. Heeseung felts a sense of inadequacy washing over him. You had done so many things for him, and he stayed there, staying still in his comfort zone. 

“Did I really deserve such a thoughtful present?”

From the beginning, Heeseung had always admired you. He admired the ways you could go out to play, the ways you easily reassure him, make him laugh to forget the stress from adults and the ways you used magic. He was aware that he was secretly harboring feelings of love and affection that he was too scared to reveal. He longed to be closer to you, to hold your hand and tell you how he felt, but he couldn't bring himself to take the risk. Heeseung didn't want to ruin this friendship by confessing his feelings, and he also couldn't shake the feeling that he didn't deserve your love.

You felt his arm wrapping tightly around your waist.

- Are you scared Hee? If you feel uncomfort….

- No, Y/N. Thank you, really, I never expected your gift would be so amazing like this.

But despite these feelings of self-doubt, a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. 

The hug was a testament to the deep connection between the two of you, a physical manifestation of love and passion. It was a moment of pure intimacy and tenderness, and both of you knew that the two would cherish it forever.

The biggest accomplishment throughout that holiday was when you taught Heeseung how to ride a broomstick. Only when he was able to handle the broom without crashing into the wall, did you sit behind and hugged his waist. Eventually, Heeseung still nearly collided with the oak.

Christmas in the third year is a little different. You still went to Heeseung's house immediately after your return from Hogwarts. But this time, you came in the middle of the night. Facing your tense expression was Heeseung’s sleepy face. Heeseung had never seen you so serious. Your mouth was drawn into a tight line, you unconsciously grabbed his shoulder tightly. 

- Heeseung, are you sure that you are a Squib?

Heeseung got more serious once you called him Squib. You never called him Squib before.

- Y/N, I am 100% certain that I—

Before he could finish speaking, you shoved a bottle of potions into his palm.

- If you believe me, try putting some of this poison in your food. If my assumption is true; Hee, it will turn silver.

The hand that was taking the potion abruptly stopped because Heeseung realized there was such a thing as a poison test to check for additional poisons in the meal. You hesitated to speak.

- Don't be sad if the results are not so good, maybe…

You stayed silent and gave him a comforting shoulder pat.

But at that moment, Heeseung was unable to feel the power of your pat. As soon as he took up the potion and knew about its use, he had a hazy idea of what was going on.

At breakfast the next morning, Heeseung intentionally dropped a loaf of bread, bent down to pick it up, and carefully hid it in his sleeve. Mom said no need to pick it up, then he just sat back in the same spot. After the meal, he brought it back to his room and poured the potion over it. As he guessed that bread had turned silver.

Heeseung stumbled to open the window and wanted to shout. There was no tear, but his eyes were crimson. He felt a range of emotions washing over him - anger, sadness, confusion, and hurt. It was like a knife in his heart, cutting deep and leaving a wound that would take a long time to heal. He had no idea why his mother had done something so hurtful.

From a young age, Heeseung was a very good child. He did whatever his mother wanted him to do, though he couldn't leave the house and had to drink a lot of potions every day for ten years. A potion that reduced magic power. Heeseung was never a Squib; rather, he was originally a wizard from birth like you. He could enroll in Hogwarts, could be sorted into one of four houses normally, could think about which place in *Hogmode Village he and you would come to in the first year. Rather than being confined in a cold murky old house, being suppressed magic power, and living like a Squib for more than a decade.

*Hogsmeade Village: the only all-wizarding village in Britain which contained the named specialty shops and pubs 

Heeseung heard someone call his name, he looked around and noticed you were standing under the oak.

- Are you ok? Can I go up there?

After he nodded slightly, you flew up and gave him a *Daily Prophet from the past.

- I accidentally found it in the bookstore, the title clearly states that your family isn’t *Death Eater. I read all the newspapers a year later, and I never saw your name or your mother's name on the lists of Death Eaters.

*The Daily Prophet: the only wizarding newspaper in Great Britain. 

*Death Eaters: the most ardent followers of Lord Voldemort. They were radical pure-blood supremacists, who practiced the Dark Arts with reckless abandon, malevolence, and without regard to or fear of wizarding law.

You didn't say anything more. You knew why his mother had acted in this way. It was a bit harsh, but it was also the best thing a mother could have done to protect her child in the situation. 

You stuffed the newspaper into his hand and told him to ask his mother. Heeseung went to his mom’s room. It was one of the rare times he went to her room. As he opened the door, his mother was already waiting for him on the sofa. Heeseung approached her, he was overcome by sadness at the sight of her unchanging countenance. He handed the newspaper to her, but she didn’t reach out to take it, it was dropped on the ground causing a loud noise.

- Mom, haven't you been aware of this for a while?

She didn't respond, looking down at the foam floating in the teacup.

- That's why the teacher couldn't remove the spell... No, no, there was no teacher in the first place. It was you, using a transformation spell on yourself.

She chose not to speak. Heeseung considered her silence as agreement with his accusation. He felt exhausted, intending to leave the room until he heard his mom mumble something.

- Heeseung, I’m so sorry.

It didn’t matter whether it was the overprotection of a mother, what had already happened could not be changed. You stopped coming after that day, the iris flower didn’t fall by the windowsill anymore, the teacher also disappeared, and the food was no longer tainted with poison. On the last day of the holiday, Heeseung still didn’t see you. When he was about to go to your house, he heard the sound of the wind near the window. He turned his head and saw a strong wind blowing the iris flowers below, like a swarm of blue-violet butterflies flapping their wings. In the middle of the sky full of flying flowers opening a path, you rode a broomstick, followed by your snowy owl.

Heeseung waited for you to speak first since he intended to sulk you for your absence these days. However, as soon as you approached the window, you immediately jumped down, making Heeseung rush to catch you. You were in his embrace, raise your head to ask.

- Hee, remember how to ride a broomstick?

Heeseung, of course, remembered it well. You burst out laughing.

- I offer you two options. One is to continue to be a fake Squib and stay here while I ride this broomstick back to school, we will meet again in the next holiday. Or you can take this broomstick and we will go to Hogwarts together. Recently I couldn’t come to your house because I went back to school to speak with the principal. He said that all wizards were welcome t— 

Before you finished your speech, Heeseung grabbed your hand, leaped up onto the window ledge, and then sat firmly on the broom before the wind blew the iris petals once again. You hugged Heeseung tightly while he was controlling the broom to fly over the front door. His mother already stood there raising her wand. Heeseung stopped in midair as he saw her carefully put her wand down, then she turned around and went inside the house.

The magic on the petals ran out and scattered after you guys flew for a while, creating a rain of flowers in the daytime. Your owl was tired, then rested on Heeseung's shoulder. You teased that it favored him because obviously you were the one who fed it every day, and now it chose him to rest on. 

- Hee…

He turned his head slightly, smiling as you told him to stay in this position. You closed your eyes, pressed your lips gently against his. It didn't last long, but enough for Heeseung to freeze, and be surprised by your unexpected gesture. You felt the flames in your cheeks as you feel his lips pressing more firmly against yours.

An extremely short kiss, while the two were flying in the air, Heeseung had no way to continue this kiss, so he could only look forward.

- Y/N.

- Yeah?

- Thank you, for giving me such a perfect present.

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Do you have a masterlist? I couldn't seem to find your other stories. Hehe

thanks non for ur support keke. I have just one work so i haven't create a masterlist. actually idk how to make it, gonna google it soon 😭 ima make one when i release my 2nd story

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vebdbakwjrdkkdltssgg bite me is the first of Heeseung fic which is cake x fork au 😭😭 im crying but i wanna know whether Hee love Y/N or it is just the instinct of Fork?

omg i feel down when there is no feedback about my fic but this makes me feel better 🥰🥰 anyways, Heeseung does love Y/N even though he doesnt confess it. In the end of fic, he notices that her sleeping pose is uncomfortable so he change and hug her to sleep. I mean ofc he is afftected by the instince of Fork but he still have feeling for her.

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Bite Me

❯ Pairings: Heeseung x fem! reader

❯ Genre: Cakeverse AU (please read A/N if you aren't familiar with this AU), smut, yandere.

❯ Word Count: 3.612

❯ Tags: unprotected sex, suggestive, yandere, praising, stalking, slight possessiveness, and manipulation.

❯ Narrative viewpoint: First-person point of view (for Heeseung) and Second-person point of view (for the sexual part)

❯ A/N: I'm sorry for any inaccuracy in grammar as well as writing style because English isn’t my first language.

❯ A brief of Cakeverse: 

“Cakeverse” is a spin-off of the “Omegaverse”. Similarly to its predecessor, characters in the Cakeverse are divided into three categories: Cakes, Forks, and normal people.

Cake: They are born with delicious fragrances, but they don’t know about it. The only way they find out about their status is through the coincidence of kissing a Fork.

Fork: When reaching a certain age, Forks will lose their sense of taste, only able to feel the taste of Cakes. Fork's basic instinct is eating Cakes, including bones, blood, and meat (NO, TRUST ME I NOT GONNA ADD THEM IN THIS FIC, they sound horrible to me)

The first time I met Y/N, through those innocent eyes, I'd already visualized her figure being pressed aggressively under my body. 

I couldn't help myself from the desire to kiss, bite, and lick every inch of her skin, much as one would suck the fruit filling on a strawberry dessert. I narrowed my eyes at Y/N in the hopes that I hadn’t scared her off. I could smell the fragrance of blood running underneath her skin from this far.  

“You must be sweet like that too, don't you think?”

At that moment, I realized that Y/N had awakened my taste buds. She is my Cake, and this is a fate that none of us can escape.

The first strategy in hunting is gently approaching the prey.

For several days, I observed the small bar where Y/N was singing. She initially went there with her buddies, but after a while, she went herself. She looked abstracted that day, seemed to think about someone, revealed a hint of sadness, and even though it only lasted for a moment, I still clenched my jaw in a fit of jealousy. She should have been on my bed, sobbing uncontrollably until her eyes turned red. I would have applied something like cream on her lower abdomen and licked it off slowly.

Y/N is the most expensive and high-grade Cake in the world, yet nobody can taste her sweetness.

“But that’s not bad at all. Thanks to that, I have more time to put you in my pocket.”

The second strategy in hunting is deceiving, pretending to be pure and innocent to gain the trust of prey.

Y/N was surrounded by a lot of low-level Forks who are so despicable. She only realized that she was a Cake when those bastards couldn’t control their fangs and the repulsive desire in their eyes. She was always sluggish, and it was too late to flee.

When those inferiors were getting closer to her, I kicked them hard from behind. Even though I wanted to delay this fight a little bit, I couldn't bear to witness their dirty hands ruin my dessert. 

I pulled Y/N in my arms tightly. Her eyes were wide with panic, her knuckles became white as she grasped my shoulder to calm her rushing heart.

The distance was so close. I hoped that she wasn’t aware of the sound I made as I gulped saliva. I made an effort to control myself, but her body and soul were so fragrant that they kept triggering my hunger.

A half-deaf Fork rushed over with an empty glass bottle in his hand. I turned around so that he could hit me. As I had hoped for, Y/N witnessed that scenario. She was terror-stricken, looking at me with unbelievable eyes.

My plan was half successful.

The worst disappointment was that Fork's dirty hands had touched my sweet little Cake. I broke his hands and watched him trembling uncontrollably on the ground like a loser. I covered Y/N’s eyes, my palms were wet with her tears. She touched my injured forehead out of worry. She probably didn’t know how fragile she looked at that time: a blush of shyness crept up her face, and her eyes were blurred with tears. She looked like a ripe cherry waiting to be picked. I wanted to bite her lips, but my vision was becoming blurry…

“It’s all right, this is just the beginning.”

After being discharged from the hospital, Y/N accompanied me home. I told her a lie about being homeless. My band and I used to have a good time, but I eventually fell on hard times. My innocent little Cake was always easy to be fooled. All I had to do was stare at her with my bambi eyes. She looked awkward but still soft-hearted at the end. I couldn’t look at her for too long because doing so would arouse my hunger.

The third strategy in hunting is penetrating her life step by step.

Because I had spent a few days with Y/N, I was somewhat aware of the reasons for her earlier unfocused attitude in the bar. She had previously lived with her colleagues, one girl, and one boy. Then there had been some conflicts, so she moved out. I was quite curious about the circumstances, so I looked through a photo album in Y/N's big suitcase. The relationship between her and her ex-roommates seemed so good. Actually, too nice that it was a bit abnormal. Y/N looked at the boy with a sparkle in her eyes.

Perhaps Y/N had been in love with him, but they had cut off contact due to some reason, so her mood was extremely terrible. But in my point of view, it was fate. That’s why I was here, in her house.

I started to live with Y/N. Every morning, I woke up and waited for her to make breakfast for me. Although I had lost my sense of taste, I could feel a little craving when glancing at Y/N, then tried to swallow food. She didn’t know much about cooking, perhaps just begun to learn so she could take care of me. Like a fledgling waiting to be fed, I waited for her to finish her work and go back home every day.

Y/N uncarefully cut her hands while slicing meat. I put her finger in my mouth, her blood tasted sweet, like syrup. I innocently glanced at Y/N. She assumed I was worried about her. She moved her hand backward and comforted me by saying that it didn’t hurt.

When we went to the supermarket, I liked to buy things in pairs such as house slippers, toothbrushes, cups, and even bowls. Y/N clenched her fists and hit my chest as she stared at the long receipt. The last time she had such an upset expression was when I had eaten all the flavors of ice cream in her refrigerator. I liked to tease her and relished her kitten-like anger. I assured her that I would pay her money every month.

I developed a close bond with Y/N that was apart from our Fork-Cake connection. She progressively became open to sharing some stories of her life, how she had experienced loss, how her confidence had faded away, and how her unrequited love had not been returned. I coaxed her by complimenting her unconditionally every time she writes songs for me.

I made up some fairy stories and told Y/N before bedtime every night. She had worked during the day, then she quit her job at the bar to take care of me. People who were too lonely usually don’t have a peaceful night, and my Y/N consistently had trouble sleeping. Every time I completed a fairy tale, she would beg me for more. But I always said that the best would be reserved for later. I was aware that she didn't particularly want to hear those stories. 

Y/N simply did not want to sleep alone.

The fourth strategy in hunting is attacking and grabbing the chance to swallow prey.

When I thought the time was ripe, I feigned to be ill. A slight concussion, according to the doctor, led to vomiting and an appetite loss. Thanks to that dirty Fork with his glass bottle.

I didn’t eat anything. Y/N tried to come up with new foods for me to eat more. She attempted to study a new recipe and used her meager monthly wage to buy cooking supplies.

No more fairy tales at night. I wrapped myself in the blanket and pretended to be extremely exhausted. In spite of the fact that I didn’t eat much during that month and lost a lot of weight, my desire for Y/N outweighed my bodily hunger.

Y/N made a bowl of egg soup, which she had just learned when getting home from work. She ruined numerous eggs before encouraging me to eat by patting my back, like coaxing a child.

- Hee, please eat something.

I didn't take her spoon. Instead, I pulled her closer and gave her my passionate-bambi gaze until she blushed. My little sweet Cake has innocent eyes but at that moment, I just wanted to see them in tears, seeing that she couldn’t help but wrap her legs around my waist. I wanted to devour her.

I was dying of hunger.

I tentatively pressed my lips on hers. Y/N didn’t shy away, then I knew I could start tasting my Cake.

I had waited far too long for this day. When I caught her on the first day, my heart raced faster uncontrollably. My palm was so cold. When I touched her, she trembled slightly like a young bird that had just been wet, and I was her only wind-avoiding nest.

My lips parted from hers. I could hear the sound of her heavy breath, the sound of her blood streaming rapidly. I kissed her forehead softly. That was my devotion to the prey. Those eyes came next. Her eyelashes were shaking. Y/N's eyelids were so thin that I could see the tiny blood vessels beating slightly beneath them. She was too white. Even when Y/N wasn’t shy, her nose tip and eye corners remained rosy.

I believed that a high-grade Cake had to have a gorgeous outlook. It couldn't just be a smooth cream surface; it also needed some decorative strawberries. And Y/N had all of those characteristics. 

Heeseung guided you to sit on his lap, locking your arms around his neck. His hands on your hips eagerly pushed your heat down against his erection, hoping that you would notice his half-hard boner pressing your core. His hands found the hem of your nightgown and slowly took it off. You were too nervous to open your eyes. Heeseung lifted your head by your chin and mildly bit your cheek. He said that it was fluffy like soufflé.

- Naughty girl with no bra huh?

His hands squeezed your boobs, leaving kisses alongside your jaw. He kissed down your neck to your collarbone, pinching and rolling his thumb over your hardened nipple. He took one boob in his hand, rubbing it. His tongue twirled around the bud before sucking your nipple while his other hand rubbed your thigh, slowly reaching your intimate area. 

You moaned like a mess, feeling the sensation build up inside your stomach.

- So fucking cute, moaning like this just because I suck your boobs.

Heeseung blew hot breath on your tits after abusing them. He kissed the area of the underboob, leaving strings of his saliva all over your flesh. Your tits were shiny like being sprinkled with sour cherry Brandy wine. You ran your hands through his hair as he pressed his head more on your chest, inhaling the smell of shower gel that he bought for you. His hand abandoned your ass and started running his thumb around your nipple.

- T..that f..feels good, Hee. 

He smiled.

- Yeah? If you consent to me, I can make you feel even better.

Heeseung looked up and saw the unshed tears glistening in the corners of your eyes. He squeezed your waist to stop your non-stop trembling body. 

- Baby, it will be ok...

- I-I allow you…

Heeseung couldn’t help but grinded his hard cock against your core. He reassured you as he pulled you into a slow kiss, and let you lay down in bed. Your belly must be the most delicate area since there are hundreds of butterflies fluttering inside. Once his lips pressed on it, they seemed to fly out. Heeseung gripped your waist as his teeth pulled your underwear down.

He suddenly remembered the milk pudding he had eaten in childhood. When unwrapping the plastic package, the soft pudding exposed to the air, even bounced up to the amplitude of movement, left memorable ripples. He squeezed your butt cheek and watched the tiny moan coming out of your lips. 

- I'll be gentle. Once you feel uncomfortable, I will stop immediately. 

His fingers traced over your clit, middle and index fingers spreading your pussy lips apart. Heeseung pushed two fingers into you slowly and scissored them to stretch you out. You started clenching around his fingers. It drove him mad with lust when feeling your velvet walls tighten. He had no intention of stopping, added a third finger, and began moving faster, his thumb reaching up to your clit, not until you were begging him.

- P-please, Hee. Please I want more….

Heeseung thought it was really cute whenever he teased you. Maybe he would edge you until you were sobbing and then make you get off with your own fingers. But not now, not this damn moment. 

The sound of him pulling down the zipper of his jeans was loud enough that sent a shiver down your spine. It was nothing, though, to compare with the groan he made as he stroked his cock outside his boxer. You held your breath as you strained to hear him. Heeseung pulled his cock out of his confinement, his cock throbbing against his stomach. He wrapped his fingers around his erection, spreading beads of precum on himself. 

- Wanna feel it? 

He guides your hand down to touch it. You grabbed a hold of his dick, stroking slightly. Only God knew how desperate he was to see this scene. 

- Do you want me to use a condom or not? 

You bit your lip and debated for a minute whether to answer truthfully.

- No, I want to feel you.

- Shit Y/N, you have no idea how much I want to bury my cock inside you, stretch every single inch of you until you writhe under me, beg me to stop.

It was your turn to breathe out weakly, back arching off the bed to reach his dick, wondering if he could feel how wet he was making you.

- I want that as much as you do, Hee.

You lifted your gaze to meet his. His eyes were dark and glazed over with both lust and frustration. Heeseung smirked and raised an eyebrow upward as he guided your legs wrapping around him, heels digging into his lower back to facilitate his penetration. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down over your sopping fold.

- Let’s carve the safe word in your head baby. Chocolate.

Chocolate because there is no more Vanilla.

You nodded, and closed your eyes, waiting for the delicious stretch of his dick pushing into you. Heeseung dragged his cock along your fold and lubricated it with your wetness and his precum before slowly plugging his length down your hole until he bottomed up, making the two of you sigh in relief. A deep groan escaped his lips as he adjusts to the feeling of your hot, wet cunt around him. 

- Fuck, baby. Like fucking made for me.

You gasped and tossed your head back, your hand covered your mouth and your eyes rolled back. Heeseung left sloppy wet kisses on your neck to ease your pain. It took a while for you to adjust his big size. You guys stayed in the position, just feeling each other.

- Hee, you can move now.

He nodded and started to fuck you slowly, before eventually hitting your walls at a perfect angle with an unforgiving pace that has you seeing stars. Your hands ran over his torso, scratching his back deliciously that got him hissed, obviously leaving marks on it. Your back arched high from the mattress, your voice reached that high pitched while Heeseung kept thrusting into you constantly. Your room echoed with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. Heeseung moved his hand to your belly, feeling the small bulge he made every time his dick was buried inside you. The stimulation was becoming too much, something in your stomach slowly tightening. 

- Heeseung!

His name ripped from your throat when he led one hand down to roll your clit in circular figures.

- I.. I’m about to… to cum.

He sped up and kissed your cheek. 

- Go ahead babe, cum for me. 

You came with a string of moan mess, painting his length with your juice, some getting on his base, some dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets. Heeseung was in awe as he watched milky white rings around his cock. He stopped for a second for you to catch your breath.

- Will you cum in me too?

Heeseung cussed under his breath. The way you sounded so innocent while spilling those lascivious words. He panted against your lips.

- You're gonna kill me Y/N. You’re so hot.

- Say it to yourself.

You kiss him one more time before bucking your hip upwards. He chuckled at your flirtatiousness. 

- Yea- gonna put our kids in you. 

Heeseung sank further, cockhead burying itself deep into your cunt with every snap of his hips. He grabbed your jaw to force your gaze onto him.

- You take me so well, so fucking tight for me. Look at my eyes when taking my fat cock, love.

Heeseung angled his hips higher so his tip aggressively reached the right spot that made you see stars. He thrusted hard for the last time before he spurted his white and warm load of seeds inside you. His head falls forward and he takes the opportunity to plant sweet kisses all over your face and cheek. He leaned into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

And at that fucking moment, Heeseung started to lose control over his desire of eating you, like a Fork want to devour his Cake. Finally, his sharp fang coming out wanted to pierce through your seductive neck.

Suddenly, a dagger was placed against his chest. Heeseung gave you a shocked expression. Both of you had not yet fully recovered from the intense orgasm. Your eyes were crimson in the corners, fierce yet also attractive. You spoke to him in a shaky voice that was full of hatred.

- You are a Fork too. You wanted to eat me.

This statement wasn’t a question. You indulged him repeatedly despite the fact that you were quite certain of his motivations and had known it for a very long time.

“No wonder you are my little Cake, Y/N”

Heeseung grinned at you and kissed your hair and eyelashes gently. He grabbed your hand and positioned it an inch to the left, where his heart was there.

- Here, love. Stab here to kill me. Kill me and no one will tell fairy tales to you tomorrow night.

The last step in hunting is a retreat for a longer-lasting relationship with prey.

Y/N's dagger fell to the bed. She covered his eyes and whimpered. In fact, Y/N has been in love with me for a very long time. When I gradually entered her life, she became accustomed to seeing the lights in the house while coming back from work, and paying for the long receipt in the supermarket's checkout,...  In her perception, her house now became warm with a full smell of cooked food, rather than an empty room and midnight takeout.

I replaced the photos of Y/N and her ex-roommate with our photos. 

Y/N started composing songs with happy tunes. When she played piano, they sounded like soft lullabies. I learned those tunes by heart, humming them while I brushed my teeth next to her in the morning. Y/N turned her head excitedly and asked me how I remembered it with a mouth full of toothpaste foam. I said that I could recall all the songs written by her. 

Y/N also no longer took sleep pills. She hid a variety of psychiatric medications under the bed, including red and white tablets that I have no idea what they taste like but must not be delicious. If I had a chance, I would have surreptitiously replaced them with colorful candies. Y/N looked forward to my stories every night because I would lean close to her and pat her back. As long as I was beside her, Y/N could sleep peacefully.

Y/N couldn’t accept my leaving. She would gladly offer me her heart if I asked to devour her. There was a lack of love and safety in her. People were a little friendly to Y/N, she was willing to offer them all of her love and kindness.

Y/N held my face and kissed my lips while pleading with me not to leave her. She was still in tears. Y/N twisted around, shoved me down, and raised her white wrists to my mouth.

- Lee Heeseung, bite me. You can devour me, just please don't go. Don't leave me.

My plan of letting my Cake bring herself to me was achieved. I bit her collarbone and tasted the bleeding skin where my teeth had left their marks before biting somewhere else. My tongue stirred in her mouth, playing with her tongue…

Little tooth marks were highlighted on her white boobs, yet Y/N still insisted on hugging me.

I thought that I would devour Y/N because she was really seductive that challenged my ultimate limit time after time.

But I wouldn't have survived if I had eaten Y/N. We had managed to achieve a symbiotic connection in some way.

Y/N had already fallen asleep. She continued to sob in her dream while encircling my neck with her arms. That pose was very uncomfortable to sleep in. I took her arm, embraced her in my arms, and kissed her forehead.

Good night.

My little Cake.

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