Save Me - Hee (이희승)
➳ pairing: tattoo artist!Heeseung x bartender fem!reader
➳ wc: 19.5k (19,513)
➳ genres: strangers to lovers, city life, fluff, angst (don't worry it's a happy ending^-^), toxic exes
➳ warnings: 18+, mni DNI!!, cursing, mentions of alcohol, stalking, unconsented photos, panic attacks, abuse (emotional and physical), kidnapping, needles, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, oral, nipple play, stomach bulge(?), a mem x mem couple (it’s not a lot and it’s all fluff), all idols mentioned are aged up, i don't remember anything else but you get the jist, don't read if you're a minor plz T T
➳ one sentence summary (oss): Amidst the wreckage left by their toxic exes, two souls, scarred and fragile, find solace in each other, their love becoming the catalyst for redemption and the unwavering reminder that broken hearts can still heal.
➳ a/n: this fic took me so long to write T T somewhere in the middle, the story kinda shifted away from my original storyline, but i just took it and ran with it. honestly, i'm not too happy with how it turned out but i already spent so much time on it so i figured i'd post it. this fic rly took the life outa me T T thank u to my lovely bestie @keiiii388 for creating a Tumblr acc just for me and reading all the shit i sent u 🫶🏻 if any of u make it to the end of the fic thank u so so much for reading i rly appreciate it. if it flops imma just delete it 😭 as always reblogs, comments, and likes r vvv much appreciated!! luv u all!
pew ~♡︎
your bookshelf 📓✧˖°.
The sound of an alarm filled the quiet apartment, the sound bouncing off the walls
You groan as you slowly stir awake.
“Shut the fuck up.”
You were on the floor, back cold and in pain from laying there all night. You try to open your eyes, wincing as you squint them.
There was an intense pounding in your skull, making your vision blurry. You rubbed your temples in an attempt to soothe the headache and cleared your throat, feeling your lungs burning from the remnants of last night’s alcohol. All your limbs were sore, and your bones creaked as you moved around, trying to feel for your phone. With no success, you slowly try to sit up, palms digging into the wooden floor, looking around in a daze.
‘ring ring ring’
The loud ringing breaks you out of your stance; your eyebrows knit together, remembering the reason why your deep slumber was disrupted. With a loud groan, you contemplate whether to let it keep ringing and go back to sleep or stop it. You hoist yourself up from the floor, feet accidentally kicking the beer bottles nearby. You sigh as you watch them roll around on the floor, clattering into each other.
“How much did I drink last night?” You think to yourself, shaking your head as you carefully step over them and head to your room.
You slam the alarm clock back onto the desk in annoyance sigh.
“Now, where is my phone?”
You look around the room, spotting the device on your nightstand on the other side of the room. Picking it up, you notice that someone had been blowing up your phone since 7 in the morning and that certain someone was your best friend.
…💌
[Yunjin Bae👑✨] : Y/N L/N I FUCKING SWEAR YOU BETTER SHOW UP TO CLASS TODAY 6:57am
[Yunjin Bae👑✨] : IF I DONT SEE YO ASS IN THE LECTURE HALL IM NOT COVERING ANY OF YOUR SHIFTS ANYMORE 7:03am
[Yunjin Bae👑✨] : AND I MEAN IT I NEVER BREAK MY PROMISES ESPECIALLY IF THEYRE THREATS 7:36am
[Yunjin Bae👑✨] : hello?? youre supposed to be awake right now. do NOT ignore me 😇8:09am
You grimaced as you read the messages. “She’s gonna flip again,” you thought.
[Y/N] : i’m not going 8:14am
[Yunjin Bae👑✨] : glad to know that my best friend is still alive 😒8:14am
[Y/N] : sorry, i was asleep 8:14am
[Yunjin Bae👑✨] : more like totally wasted 8:15am
As you are about to reply, a new message comes in.
[Yunjin Bae👑✨] : don't even try to come up with a lie, i know you well enough to know that you were prolly drinking the whole night 8:15am
[Y/N] : haha…you got me… 8:15am
[Yunjin Bae👑✨] : y/n you gotta stop this, you havent attended classes for a whole month already 8:15am
[Y/N] : im gonna head to work early today 8:16am
You winced as you could practically see your best friend looking at her phone and sighing.
[Yunjin Bae👑✨] : don't do this to yourself, it’s not worth it. Im worried about you 8:16am
[Y/N] : ill see you at work later 8:16am
💌…
You close your phone without waiting for her reply. You know this isn’t right. But you couldn’t deny that what had happened affected you more than you’d like.
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The smell of chemicals and Lysol wipes is strong as you push through the double doors of the bar. You scrunch your nose as your eyes start to water from the pungent smell. You start walking further into the bar, stopping to say hi to coworkers.
Approaching the bar counter, you watch as a male bartender arranges the rows of alcoholic beverages on the shelf. You’ve been working here for god knows how long, and even still, you couldn't stop admiring the design of the bar counter. It was circular, and in the middle was a beautiful structure: the alcohol shelf. It was adorned with warm yellow lights and decorated with jewels and diamonds. As you raise your head, you can see how it reaches up towards the ceiling and branches out like a grand tree.
The sound of wine bottles clinking broke you out of your trance; the male bartender still had his back turned to you, busy restocking the beverages. You clear your throat loudly to get his attention. You giggle as he jumps and yelps, whipping his body in your direction.
The male stares at you, eyes wide; you can’t help but think that he looks like a cute rabbit.
“Why are you here?”
“Well, good morning to you too, Sunghoon,” you answer sarcastically, grinning widely at him.
Calming down, Sunghoon lets out a low chuckle as he straightens his back, “You know I didn’t mean it like that.”
You lift up the tab and walk to the inside of the counter, Sunghoon’s eyes follow your movement as you come to stand by him.
“Where’s Jay?” you look around, trying to spot the raven-haired boy.
“Oh, he’s in the bathroom, probably taking a big ass shit as we speak. He was complaining about a stomach ache earlier,” Sunghoon laughs.
You immediately double over laughing.
“You definitely drugged his breakfast this morning,” you say as you try to catch your breath but fails miserably.
Sunghoon grins, looking at you, “So, what brings you here so early?”
You compose yourself. “Thought I’d bring myself here and bless you guys with my presence,” you beam at the taller male.
He could see right through you. Both of you knew that.
“Right. Maybe then, Jay can finally stop yapping about how lonely he feels without someone.” He chuckles to himself and continues organizing the shelf.
You let out a sigh of relief when Sunghoon doesn’t press on further. Sunghoon was always one to read the room. There were four of you: Yunjin, Jay, Sunghoon, and you. You all worked the bar, each stationed at different areas of the round counter. They had been your only friends ever since moving to New York on your own at 19 years old. It’s been five years now, and you could confidently say that they were your only happy place.
“Like you’re any better.”
The usually witty Sunghoon, who would immediately bark back a snarky comeback, stays quiet. This prompts you to raise your eyebrows, moving closer to look at him.
Man had a massive blush decorating his once pale and clear cheeks.
“S-sunghoon?” your eyes widen in realization. “You’re seeing someone?!”
“I-I mean, not really, um- well, we started talking to each other a couple weeks ago, but uh, I don’t know if he’s even like interested in-”
You don’t mean to, really. But you can’t stifle your giggles anymore.
Sunghoon looks bewildered and embarrassed. “Hey!”
“I’m so sorry, but-” You start uncontrollably laughing. “It’s just I’ve never seen you like this,” you smile at him.
He rubs his palms against the back of his neck shyly. “Yeah, I’ve never felt like this before. It’s kind of a weird feeling. Like I want to see him all the time.” He covers his face with his hands as he says the last sentence. You reach out to ruffle his hair, “What’s his name?”
“Sunoo.”
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Along with the rest of New York City, East Village gets busier as it hits the 4-6 pm mark, which is right now. People are bustling about, some desperately trying to weave through the traffic to go home after work, some meeting up with friends for dinner, and some look like tourists visiting the area. Since it’s springtime and the weather is sunny and warm, families are seen with children browsing the clothing and stationary shops as they grab a quick bite.
The bar is located on one of the more popular streets in East Village: St Marks Place. It’s a street filled with culture with many retail shops, restaurants, and, most importantly, nightlife. And the bar is placed right smack -you guessed it- on the corner of the busy street, haha. Okay, while you may be imagining a bar covered in dust sitting on a corner street next to an abandoned alleyway that no one goes close to, it’s not.
The outside is as stunning as the inside, if not even more dramatic. Sitting on top of the building is a gigantic rotating beer bottle that towers over the whole street, and next to it a bright neon sign with the name of the bar.
The windows are glass, making the lights reflect off them in a clash of colors. The walls and canopy are covered in hanging lights that continually fall off at the end of the night, neon signs that are screaming for attention, vintage decor, and these hanging green vines that you used to think looked out of place but, oddly enough, fit perfectly.
To top it off, music is blared through the speakers, its noise and effect reaching even to the next block. The music created this lively atmosphere that had everyone break into a little dance as they walked by. There was no way you could miss the bar, like even if you tried.
“Y/N!”
You jerk up in surprise, the bar stool tipping to the left from the force of your body. Before you could bodyslam onto the floor, a pair of hands grab both of your shoulders, steadying you. Your hands fly up to cling onto the person who saved you, holding on for dear life.
“You’re okay. I got you.”
“Jay! Oh my god, you scared me!”
Chuckle. “What were you thinking about so hard in that pretty head of yours that you didn’t hear me calling you?” he cocks his head.
You playfully swat at the hand that was trying to ruffle your hair. “Shut up,” you mumble quietly.
“Anyways, could you take care of that customer over there?” Jay points behind him at a man on the other side of the counter. “Yunjin’s on the phone with her boyfriend.”
“You mean the little sugar baby” You roll your eyes. If it wasn’t clear enough, you weren’t fond of this guy. He’s a kid that Yunjin met randomly while at her cousin’s birthday party. He’s a couple of years younger than her, but that isn’t the problem; he lives at her apartment, uses her money, doesn’t have a job, and the list continues. As her best friend, you have your doubts, but after Yunjin expressed how much she liked him, you backed off.
Jay pinches your cheeks. “We’ve talked about this already, princess. You can’t keep calling him that.”
“But they’ve broken up more than the number of times Yunjin can successfully make a Ramos Gin Fizz.”
Jay gives you “the” look.
“I just don't want her to get hurt, I learned my lesson, and I don't want her to go through the same pain.”
Jay clenches his jaw and tightens his fist upon hearing this. “We said we wouldn’t talk about him.”
“I deserved it.”
“Y/N. Stop.”
You know it’s no use arguing with Jay, so you stay quiet.
“No more talking about this, now go attend to the customer.” Jay gently grabs your shoulders and pushes you toward Yunjin’s spot.
You groan in annoyance as you slowly walk over to the counter.
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Heeseung was not having it. He was frustrated from work and was just looking for a quick drink to relieve his stress.
But here he was, sitting at the famous bar near his job that he always goes to, with no drink but a lot of frustration. There were no bartenders in sight. Okay, he lied, there were bartenders, but none of them were paying him any attention. There was a tall male, and he was busy with orders; a girl standing to the side, but she was on the phone, and on the opposite of the bar counter stood a girl and a boy, but they seemed busy in conversation.
‘I should've just left,’ Heeseung sighed, looking down.
“I’m so sorry.”
Heeseung’s eyes widened as he heard a soft voice right in front of him. Any insult or complaint Heeseung was about to bark out was stopped as he bit his tongue.
It wasn’t Yunjin, who was his usual bartender. Instead, a soft-looking girl who was shorter and smaller in frame than Yunjin was standing in front of him. Her uniform was neatly worn with a white undershirt, a black vest, and a black tie. She had long dark hair pinned back into a low ponytail, and her cheeks looked soft and flushed as she smiled apologetically at him. Heeseung looked down at her name tag pinned on her uniform, Y/N. He looked back up and noticed that the girl was still looking at him, waiting. “O-oh uhm,” he stutters. “Hi, sorry.”
“Can I just get a Mezcal Paloma with-”
“With a sugar rim.” Y/N finishes.
Heeseungs looks at Y/N, surprised, who was holding a bottle of mezcal and pouring it into a mixing tin.
Heeseungs raises his eyebrows in surprise. “Yes…how’d you know?”
She laughs at his surprised face, and the sound makes Heeseung crack a smile.
“Usually, people around here order a Manhattan or a Martini. But Yunjin always tells me about this guy who always orders a Mezcal Paloma.” she chuckles. “Oh, and she complains about how you always ask for a sugar rim, arguing that salt rims are wayyyy better.” she sarcastically drags her word to mimic her friend.
“I guess they weren’t wrong when they said bartenders recognize you not by your name but by your drink,” Heeseung chuckles.
Y/N grins at that. “Precisely.”
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“Here’s your Mezcal Paloma with a sugar rim.”
You study the man in front of you as he takes a sip of the concoction. He was attractive, you weren’t gonna deny that. He wore black ripped jeans and a sleeveless white top showing off his muscular arms. His hair was parted to the side with his forehead showing, and you swear you’ve never seen anyone look that attractive with just a regular top and jeans on.
One thing that stood out to you was that he had tattoos, like, everywhere. It wasn’t that his skin was covered in tattoos, but that he had multiple scattered on different parts of his body. One that caught your eye was Bambi, the size of a palm, on his left biceps. You laugh to yourself, thinking how it oddly reminded you of the man in front of you with his big doe eyes.
You begin cleaning the equipment when you hear the man let out a sound of satisfaction.
“Ahh, a nice refreshing Paloma is the best, especially in this weather,” he licks his lips to rid of the sugar.
You grin as your gaze unconsciously falls on his lips. A glimmer catches your eye. A piercing on his lip. It was a small metal ring that dangled on the side of his lips. Your eyes follow the movement as his tongue darts out to lick his piercing.
“You like it?”
“It…looks nice on you.” You say slowly, embarrassed that you were caught staring.
“I did it myself,” he grins. After seeing your shocked face, he quickly adds, “I own the tattoo shop down the street. I got it done in the store.”
“Ah, are you a tattoo artist? I guess that explains your many tattoos,” you say in awe.
He grins proudly, “The best one around.”
“Yours are pretty,” you admit to him.
“You should come by some time. I’ll give you one for free since you made me this amazing drink,” he winks, holding his cup up.
Your eyes widen as you wave both hands in front of yourself quickly, “Oh, nono, I’ve never gotten one before.”
“Think about it. I am pretty good at my job,” he grins. “It’s called The Inkery, right down the street. Feel free to stop by.” And with that, he gets up and leaves.
You collect the empty glass and the bills he placed underneath it and watch as he gets on his motorcycle driving off.
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The weather was too hot for you to be standing outside in direct sunlight.
You see, after overhearing your conversation with the tattoo shop guy, Yunjin begged you to take up his offer. Her reasoning being that you needed to try new things and “step out of your comfort zone,” blah blah blah. The conversation ended with you eventually giving in after Yunjin said she would clean up the vomit from customers in the bathrooms for a whole month. Who would say no to that? So, of course, you said fine. It wasn’t like you were completely against the idea in the first place…
So here you are, a couple of days later, having an internal crisis.
Although the tattoo shop was nearby, compared to the bar, it was located on a quieter street, so there weren’t many people around. Not to mention it was only 9 something in the morning. The walls were made of black brick, and the windows were covered by blinds, so you couldn’t really see inside. The shop's name was on a light neon yellow sign that would flicker from time to time, and hanging on the door were the shop hours.
You cursed at yourself for being there so early in the morning; the shop literally just opened.
You jump back in shock as a cat suddenly trudges right in front of you without sparing you a glance.
“Are you making fun of me too?” you pout as the cat walks away.
Sigh
“My bed sounds so nice right now.”
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The wind chime on the door lets out a soft jingle, signaling that someone had entered.
Upon entering, you immediately start looking around. The walls are filled with all types of vinyl records, some were the standard black, but some had different colors and extravagant designs. Also on the walls, were various tattoo designs placed in picture frames. The shop's interior makes you question whether this was a tattoo shop, a music shop, or both.
“Hello! Welcome to The Inkery!”
Startled, your head shoots toward the direction the voice was coming from. You see a head buried behind the counter, and you assume it’s the guy from the bar. But you weren’t sure, and it’d be so embarrassing if it weren’t him, so you slowly walked to the front counter. You flinch as the guy’s head shoots up, probably confused by the lack of response.
“Oh hey! Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he says sheepishly, a little embarrassed by your reaction.
The hand clenched over your heart in a fist started to loosen as you steady your breathing. “Oh. My. Goodness.”
He chuckles, “Sorry you didn’t respond, so I was scared someone was tryna rob me or something.”
“My bad,” You scratch the back of your neck.
“No worries, glad you stopped by. It’s not often we get pretty girls like you here,” he grins.
One side of your eyebrow cocks up. “Didn’t take you to be a flirty one.”
He smirks, “Only with pretty girls like you. So Y/N was it?”
“Yup, and I’m guessing you’re Heeseung? Judging by this business card here?” you carefully examine him. Now that you’re looking at him clearly, not under the dark, dim lights of the bar, you realize how attractive this guy is.
He chuckles, “What can I do for you, Miss Y/N? You looking to get a tattoo today or just checking the place out?”
You watch as his arms move around to organize the papers that are spread out on the desk. Veins. Damn. Your fucking weakness.
“I was still deciding whether I should get one,” you say as you look him up and down before making eye contact. “But…I guess I should.”
He raises his eyebrows at this, “I must say I’m flattered. Are you sure?”
You start fixing your shirt, “I mean, unless you want me to go?” you chuckle as you point your thumb at the door.
“You know, I kind of want you to stay. But that’s entirely up to you. I won’t be upset if you leave.” He lets out a big grin and puts both hands up as if to say, ‘I don’t care.’
You blink your eyes as if you are offended, and the moment you guys make eye contact, you both burst out laughing.
He leans back in his chair. “So what are we thinking?”
“I was thinking of a tattoo across one side of my chest.”
“A chest tattoo, huh? What would you get? Some tribal art? Your name?
“I wanted to tattoo a phrase…like a message,” you tell him hesitantly.
“A message? What kind of message? You’ve got me all curious now.” He chuckles, raising his eyebrow.
“I just want it to say, Our time has expired.” As soon as you said that, you knew you shouldn’t have come here. The look Heeseung had on his face was one that everyone had given you, pity.
“Our time has expired?” he repeats. Suddenly his expression turns into one of wordy and concern. “Y/N, are you…uh…sure about that? He asks carefully.
Sigh. “I don't know what you’re thinking, but it's not as bad as you think.” you smile softly.
He lets out a sigh of relief. “Well, okay then, if you're sure,” he says, still not entirely convinced. “It’s your skin, after all. But if you don’t mind me asking, what made you choose those words specifically?”
You hesitate, “It’s uhm…about someone.”
Heeseung raises an eyebrow, “About someone?”
“My ex,” you wince. There was silence after you said that, and you regret your decisions again for the third time today. You look at Heeseung, and you wish he didn’t look so shocked and apologetic. It wasn’t like any of it was his fault. “Uhm, sorry, maybe I should go-”
“You’re better off without him.”
Never mind. Maybe this was a good idea.
You beam at him, “Let’s get started then?”
“Yeah, sure. And I meant it. You’re gonna be just fine.” He gives you a reassuring smile. “If you don’t mind me asking, have you ever had a tattoo before?”
You shake your head, “I wasn’t lying when I said I never had one before.”
“Nervous?” he smirks. “I know a lot of people can be a little nervous the first time.”
You raise your eyebrows at him, ”Is that supposed to be a challenge?” you ask as you lean over the counter on your elbows.
He leans closer to you and stops when he’s face to face with you. Your breath hitches from the close proximity as you look into his eyes. The both of you refuse to move and lose the unspoken contest. That is, until Heeseung’s eyes flicker down to your chest so fast you wouldn’t have seen it if you hadn’t been so close to each other.
You move away, crossing your arms and smirking, “Didn’t take you to be a pervert either.”
“You have no idea, sweetheart.” he grins.
The nickname causes a weird fuzzy feeling in your stomach. You clear your throat, “Um, where should we start?”
He laughs to himself and whips out a binder with a checklist. Honestly, you’re not even paying attention to what he’s saying. You were too entranced by how his arms flexed whenever he moved around, his tattoos, and his stupidly attractive lip piercing. Occasionally you would mumble a “no” to whatever he asked about you.
“Now we can get down to the fun part: selecting a tattoo. So, you’re thinking of a text tattoo?” he says as he closes the binder.
“Earth to Y/N,” he waves his hand before you. “Are your nerves getting to you,” he chuckles.
You smile, embarrassed, “You wish. I wanted to look at fonts, maybe?”
“Lucky you, I have just that.” Heeseung walks over to a shelf on the wall and grabs a large, leather-bound book. He flicks through a few pages before finding the section with fonts. “Here we are!” Heeseung reaches out to hand you the book.
You smile as you take the book from him, accidentally brushing against his fingers in the process. You don’t realize this, but Heeseung takes a breath in when he feels your warm touch.
Heeseung leans back into the chair, watching you. “Find anything you like? I can always get more books from the storeroom if you want to look at other types.”
You flip through the pages, but your indecisiveness kicks in. There were fonts that you had never even known existed. CG Omega, English 111 Vivace BT, Univers Condensed. Your head was starting to spin. “Do you recommend any?”
“Well, personally, I’m a big fan of just Arial and Times New Roman. But since it’s a tattoo, I think something a bit more…he waves his hand in the air…unique would be nicer.”
You laugh at him struggling to find the right words. “You mean like a cursive font?”
“Exactly!” He says, pointing at you excitedly. “Great minds think alike,” he grins. “I think that would look nice on your chest.”
After saying that, you watch as Heeseung takes the pencil from behind his ear and starts sketching on a piece of paper. You were amazed at how elegant and neat it looked, even though he drew it on a whim with no stencil.
You look at him in awe and dramatically clasp your hands together in front of your chest. “I’m so glad I came here. You’re practically a genius,” you laugh.
He looks up in surprise, “Oh, stop it. You’re just trying to butter me up, aren’t you?” His eyes squint up in a teasing manner. “Well, it’s working real well. I’m starting to think that you’re a genius too.”
“I guess, as you said, great minds think alike.” You giggle at his words. “So, uhm, do I need to take off my shirt or anything?” You gesture with both hands, indicating that the tattoo would be underneath your shirt.
“If I answer yes, would you do it?” Heeseung asks, looking into your eyes with a smirk on his face.
blink blink
He lets out a laugh at your response, “I’m just kidding. You can keep your shirt on,” he chuckled.
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“For the 5th time today, Y/N, relax,” Heeseung laughs. “I’m just drawing the design on your skin, no needle yet.”
You huff out, “I know, Heeseung, just leave me be.”
You were currently sitting on the tattoo chair with all of your muscles tensed. Your fists balled up tightly on both sides of your body, and your eyes were tightly clenched shut. His touch was feather soft as his fingers brushed over your skin gingerly. You shivered when his cold fingers came in contact with your warm skin.
One of his hands was holding down the collar of your shirt to reveal the spot the tattoo was going to be placed, and the other was holding the marker, gently working on the design. You bit down on your bottom lip when you felt Heeseung’s hot breath near your neck. You were never going to admit that you were affected by this. Heeseung seems like the type to get all cocky about these types of things.
“Okay! All done.”
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and relaxed, sinking further into the seat.
“Now, let’s get to the fun part.” Heeseung grins at you.
“Yeah, fun for you, torture for me,” you frown.
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You squeeze your eyes shut again as the tattoo machine whirred into action. “Fuck!” you scream as you feel like what are a thousand tiny needles stabbing into your skin at the same time.
You being curious, decide to look down, and much to your disappointment, you couldn’t see a thing. Heeseung’s head was in the way of the tattoo as he maintained immense focus. He was so close his hair started to tickle your face.
“He smells so good.”
Your head shoots back up, and you wince in pain when the tattoo machine gives a particularly hard press. You suck in a breath to avoid cursing out loud.
Suddenly, you feel someone holding onto your hand, and this causes you to snap your eyes open and whip your head down.
Big mistake.
Heeseung was already looking at you when you looked down. You guys were so close that one wrong move, and you would be kissing. You widen your eyes.
“His eyelashes are so pretty.”
Your breath hitches, and for a moment, time stops. The whirring of the machine becomes background noise, and all you can hear is your heartbeat beating loudly. Wait, or was it his heartbeat?
It was as if you both were put under a spell because neither of you looked away. You don’t miss the way Heeseung’s gaze lingers on your lips before his eyes lock on yours.
“Heeseung hyung! I’m here to save you-”
You scramble away in panic and pretend to fix your hair. Heeseung nearly falls out of his stool, quickly stopping the tattoo machine, and the both of you look toward the doorway. The guy that stood there was one of the prettiest boys you’ve seen, and that's saying a lot since there was Sunghoon, Jay, and Heeseung.
But this guy was stunning. His skin was flawless, and he had the prettiest fox-shaped eyes that were now widened into saucers. His glossed lips are open in an “O” shape as he stares at the two of you. “Uhm, am I interrupting something?”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“Huh?!” you whip around, eyes wide, and gape at Heeseung.
“Uh, I mean, no! We were taking a break from…the tattoo!” Heeseung smiled widely at the boy hoping he would just drop it.
“Right…”
The both of you let out a sigh of relief as he didn’t push any further.
“That’s Sunoo, by the way,” Heeseung says as he scratches the back of his neck.
Why did that name sound so oddly familiar? You swear someone had told you about a Sunoo…
Your eyes widen as you remember something.
“There’s no way, right? He’s not that Sunoo, right…?”
“Uhm, this might sound weird, and I swear I’m not weird…but do you know someone named…Sunghoon?” Your suspicions were confirmed when the guy by the doorway tensed up, and a huge blush made its way across his cheek.
“This world is so small,” you say as you let out a chuckle. “He’s one of my best friends, a total softie,” you grin.
“Does he talk about me?” Sunoo asks timidly.
“I had to force it out of him. He’s really shy when talking about you,” you tease.
“Huh? Since when were you seeing someone?” Heeseung budges in.
Sunoo tries to fight the smile that’s slowly making its way on his face, “I really like him. He makes me feel happy.”
“You should tell him that. I’m sure it’ll make him really happy,” you smile.
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“Anddd, you’re all done!”
“Oh my goodness, oh- thank goodness,” you exhale, body relaxing for the first time since you sat in that chair.
You look through the mirror that Heeseung handed you, and you can’t help but smile. The black ink painted your skin beautifully.
You ghost your fingers over the tattoo feeling the small bumps from the letters. Four delicate words danced across your chest, over your heart, a reminder to yourself to protect it.
You leave the tattoo shop feeling the happiest you’ve been in the past month, with a grin plastered across your face as you admire the new tattoo on your skin. You felt different after what happened with Heeseung.
Maybe this was the start of something new.
You even set up another appointment for the upcoming week to go back so Heeseung could check up on the tattoo to see if it healed nicely. It wasn’t really necessary. Your tattoo was relatively small and didn’t require a checkup. But who were you to decline when Heeseung grabbed your arm and told you that you might need another appointment?
You both know that you don’t need another appointment, but…it wouldn’t hurt to be sure, plus you get to see a pretty face again.
It felt like an eternity as you waited for the next week to come. Work was, as usual, slow in the mornings and extremely busy at night. Throughout the week, you found yourself hoping to catch a glimpse of him at the bar or something, but he did not show.
You liked talking to him. It felt nice talking to someone new, someone who doesn’t know you well, someone who spoke to you because they wanted to and not because they felt bad. You love your friends, really, but you can’t help but realize how careful and sensitive they’ve been around you. You get it; they’re trying to protect you, and you love them for that, but you really wanted to cry every time you saw Jay’s sad eyes. Or Yunjin’s longing hugs, and heck, even Sunghoon would share with you his tiramisu, which he never does because it’s his absolute favorite.
You appreciated it, but talking with Heeseung made you realize you didn’t need pity. You just wanted your friends to treat you like normal, not like you were someone who had gotten their heart broken.
Throughout the week, you can’t stop thinking about Heeseung. He has this charm to him that makes people gravitate towards him.
“Ughhh, I’m not even ready for anything new, and here I am, getting ahead of myself.” You grin like an idiot.
The day for the appointment eventually rolls around. It’s a crisp, warm day. Sunshine shines across the landscape, and the sky looks clear and blue. You sigh and step into the tattoo shop. The familiar jingle rings out.
“Y/N? You here for the follow-up?” Heeseung is sitting at his usual spot behind the counter, but something is off. He looks…rather tense.
The reason was that right next to him was a girl, dressed head to toe in designer brands, practically clinging onto Heeseung’s arm. The girl notices your presence and gives you the dirtiest look ever, even though the two of you have never met before.
You cock your head at that, and something about how the girl was hanging onto Heeseung’s arms ticked you off. You shake your head slightly to ignore the weird feeling, forcing your attention away from the girl, and smile at Heeseung.
“Hey! I’m back for my checkup.”
Heeseung smiles and leans back in his chair, “So, has everything healed properly?”
“I think so. Would you like to take a look at it?” You notice how, when you said that, the girl beside him tightens her grip as she frowns at you. “Uhm, sorry, is that your girlfriend? Should I go?” you laugh awkwardly.
“No. She…she’s a friend...” Heeseung says quietly. He pulls his arms away and gets up. “Let’s go into the back room, and I’ll look at it for you.” He gently places his hand on your lower back and leads you to one of the rooms in the back.
You watch as the girl storms out of the shop, and the wind chime jingles wildly from her force. You pull your shirt over your head and sit on the tattoo chair. The chilly air from the air conditioners hits your back, and you shiver from the lack of clothing.
Heeseung notices this and picks up a clean blanket that’s folded on a shelf. “Here you go,” he says with a warm smile, gesturing for you to wrap it around yourself.
You giggle as you pull the blanket around your body, “Thanks….”
“Of course,” he says with a warm and friendly smile as he sits on the chair before you.
“His smile is really pretty…”
Heeseung pauses for a few moments before leaning forward and putting his hand on your shoulder. “Okay, just lean back and relax. I’m just going to gently look over your tattoo and make sure everything’s all good.”
You feel tingles run up your back from his touch.
Heeseung gently moves your hair out of the way as he looks over the skin. He leans closer and takes a moment to run his fingers gently over your upper arm. Your body heats up, and your mouth opens slightly as you feel his thumb rub over your flushed skin.
Heeseung notices this and smirks secretly. He averts his gaze from the tattoo to your face. “Beautiful.” His voice is so small, light as a feather, that you wouldn’t have caught it if you weren’t so close, but you heard it nonetheless.
You gasp softly, “Uh, yeah, t-the tattoo is beautiful? T-thank you!” you squeak out. Fuck. Why were you so painfully awkward?
Heeseung has the nerve to laugh, “Am I making you nervous?” he leans closer.
“Yes.”
But obviously, you don’t say that. “Is this how you treat all your clients?” you chuckle nervously, trying to get rid of the tension.
“No, you’re a special case.” He says in a low voice.
You clear your throat, “Uhm, that girl earlier, you sure she’s not your girlfriend? She was very intensely glaring at me earlier.”
Heeseung doesn’t answer but instead places his hands on both sides of the chair as he leans over you. “Why? Are you jealous?” he whispers.
“Am I allowed to be?” you whisper back. The air feels electrifying as you refuse to break eye contact.
The next few seconds felt like a whirlwind. Your lips met in a ravenous, hungry kiss as he pulled you onto his lap, sitting you right on his bulge.
It seemed like you guys couldn’t get enough of each other, your mouths exploring each other feverishly. You comb your hands through Heeseung’s hair while his hands roam freely all over your body. His lips, which were slightly chapped, were now wet as they moved urgently against yours.
You gasp as you feel his tongue swipe across your bottom lip. Heeseung takes this chance to slip his tongue in and begin exploring your mouth, and you let out a whimper when you feel his soft tongue move against yours.
“H-heeseung,” you moan as his mouth travels to your neck, leaving wet kisses. He groans, and you feel the vibrations on your neck. “Say my name like that again.”
“W-what?” You let out a loud yelp as you feel Heeseung bite down on your neck.
“Heeseung-,” you whimper, breathless, as you start rocking your hips against his bulge.
Heeseung’s hands immediately go to your waist as he presses you down harder, his mouth kissing over the tattoo, his artwork, now engraved into your skin. He felt a sense of possessiveness over you and began thrusting up against you, matching your pace.
“You’re so needy, grinding on me like this in the middle of my shop,” he growls. “What if someone walks in? Would you even care? Would you even stop?” He asks as one of his hands moves down to grab your thigh.
Him talking like this only made you go faster. The way his bulge was hitting you was driving you crazy. Heeseung lets out a few grunts as he digs his fingers deeper into your skin.
“What? You can’t even speak now? I barely touched you, and you’re already like this? You want me that bad?”
Instead of answering, your hands travel down to his pants, and you start palming him. You grab onto his length and start moving your hands up and down. Your mouth starts to water just from feeling the outline of his cock.
“T-touch me.”
“Fuck,” Heeseung grunts as his thumb rubs circles over your clothed cunt. He sees the wet spot on your shorts from your soaking pussy and nearly cums.
“Shit, you’re so wet.”
You feel your heartbeat pounding in your brain, your mind a haze, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as Heeseung pulls down your bra and latches his mouth around one of your nipples. His tongue dances around your bud before sucking on them and leaving kisses all over your chest; his hand gropes the other breast as his thumb still goes fast against your cunt.
“Oh my god-” you bite onto your bottom lip to contain your moans.
Heeseung bites down on your nipple, causing you to yelp. “Don’t hide your pretty noises. Let me hear how desperate you are,” he says as he sucks down hard on your nipple. He continues his assault on your nipples until they’ve become numb.
“Heeseung, wait- they’re sensitive,” you moan, trying to push his head off. He doesn’t budge. Instead, he continues to leave hickeys all over your breast.
Your cunt is dripping at this point, and you can feel your arousal seeping out of your panties.
Heeseung starts to thrust his bulge against your hand that was groping him; you gasp as you feel how hard he is. Your hand starts fumbling near his zipper but fails to grab it since you’re still violently humping him.
“Heeseung, p-please.”
“Please what, angel? Tell me what you want.”
You stare at him straight in the eye, mind fuzzy, “I want to taste you,” you say as you grind on him lazily. His bulge hits your cunt repeatedly, and you both can hear the squelching from how wet you are. You double over from sensitivity and grab onto his shoulders.
Heeseung’s eyes darken, filled with lust as you grind on him faster with desperation, trying to chase your high.
“Get on your knees.”
You scramble off of Heeseung, and immediately you’re on the ground, sitting on your knees, hands neatly placed on both of your thighs, waiting patiently. You dig the back of your heel into your pussy to relieve yourself as you watch Heeseung slowly unzip his pants. You whimper lowly when you see him take his length out.
Your eyes widen when Heeseung’s erect cock slaps against his stomach. His length is twitching, precum pooling on his head and dribbling down the side.
Heeseung watches your eyes follow his hand as he wraps it around his cock and slowly strokes it up and down. His thumb stops at the tip to tap against it, and you rush forward when you see a strand of precum connecting his thumb and his tip. Heeseung chuckles softly as your nose crashes into his cock; he grabs his length and starts rubbing it on your face.
“Angel, you look so pretty like this, on both knees begging for my cock.”
You stick your tongue out, hands desperately reaching into your panties to touch yourself. Your legs quiver when you start teasing your clit, fingers flicking back and forth quickly.
Heeseung takes this opportunity to tap his dick on your tongue several times before pushing it into your mouth. “Fuck, your mouth is so warm.”
Your lips immediately close around his tip, sucking on it softly.
“Y/N, stop fucking teasing me,” Heeseung growls grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail.
You swirl your tongue over his tip teasingly, and before Heeseung can warn you again, he feels his dick hit the back of your throat.
You squeeze your throat, swallowing his dick and taking it in further. It drives you insane when you feel his protruding vein slide across your tongue.
Heeseung presses his feet harder into the ground to raise his hips, thrusting into your mouth. His tip repeatedly hits the back of your throat, drool pooling out of the corners of your mouth onto the ground.
You thrust two fingers into your vagina, and immediately you’re moaning. The vibrations travel around Heeseung’s dick.
He lets out a strained whine as he grabs your head, pressing you down until your nose hits his lower abdomen. You’re starting to see stars as it gets harder for you to breathe with Heeseung violently fucking your mouth.
You tap against his thigh, indicating that you need air, and thankfully Heeseung takes the hint, stopping as he gasps softly, dick twitching wildly.
Heeseung’s chest heaves up and down, trying to catch his breath; he’s in so much pain from denying his orgasm. He runs his fingers through your hair, staring down at you with half-lidded eyes dripping with need.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathes, running his thumb on your tongue, gathering the saliva, and rubbing it on your face; he loves getting messy.
He watches your hand move in and out of your vagina underneath your shorts. He bites onto his bottom lip, admiring you under him.
For a second, the only thing you can hear is harbored breathing; the air feels sticky and hot, and both of your bodies are sweaty and messy.
You gently kiss his leaking tip as your hands wrap around his thick length, pumping up and down. It feels warm against your palm, and as your hands travel to the top, your thumb rubs his slit, causing more arousal to leak out. You take one of his balls into your mouth as your hand tugs harder.
“Just like that, good girl, so fucking good for me.”
Heeseung feels like he has a fever as he grabs both sides of the chair, head rolling back and hips thrusting up, desperate for more. You lick a long stripe along the underside of his dick, watching as his precum begins dripping down. To prevent the floor from getting dirtier, you quickly move to catch it in your mouth as you capture his tip with your lips again.
Heeseung’s hands immediately leave the chair and place them on both sides of your head, holding you in place as he bucks his hips into your mouth.
“Angel, keep going, oh- oh my good, you’re doing so good for me, so fucking obedient.” Heeseung lets out a string of curses as he treats your mouth like his personal fuckhole.
Your fingers start moving faster inside yourself, trying to match Heeseung’s pace as he hits the back of your throat. “You’re so filthy, touching yourself as you’re choking on my dick. Bet you could cum just from this, huh?”
Tears are streaming down your face from how rough he is, and Heeseung fucking gets off on it. He thinks you look so pretty, crying as you choke on his dick, drool and cum all over your face, thighs shaking as your fingers go at a relentless pace chasing your release.
Heeseung hears whimpers and whines from you, indicating you are close. “Cum with me, angel,” he whispers. After a few more hard thrusts into your mouth, he finally releases with a loud grunt.
As you feel his cum pool out of his cock, you’re hit with your own orgasm, thighs shaking as you overstimulate yourself. Heeseung takes his dick out as you’re gasping for air. His cum flows out of your mouth as you take in big gulps of air, making up for when your airflow was constricted.
Heeseung swipes his thumb across your bottom lip, collecting his cum and sticking it inside your mouth.
“Suck.”
You slowly close your lips around his thumb, sucking his cum off while looking up at him.
“You taste so good,” you whine. This causes Heeseung to smirk, “Too bad I didn’t get to see you cum. You probably looked so hot as you released all over your fingers.”
“Next time.”
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“You did what?!”
“SHHHHHH! Yunjin, do you want the whole restaurant to know?!” You look around, sighing, when you see everyone is minding their business.
“Sorry,” Yunjin whispered apologetically. “But…you fucked that tattoo guy?!”
“Well, no, technically, we didn’t fuck,” you said nonchalantly, turning to put away the jar filled with cherries submerged in brandy.
Yunjin trails behind you, hands on your shoulders, “Well, be a little more specific, girlfriend, all you said was ‘we did it in his shop,’ how was I supposed to know the extent,” she says as she jabs at your stomach. You lean back on the counter, hands on both sides, “Well…I went down on him,” you grin.
“Our little Y/N is finally getting some action.” Yunjin whistles as you slap her arm, laughing. “Was he big? How wide was he? Did he have pubic hair?”
“Ewww, what the fuck, why do you wanna know that?” You cover your face bursting out in laughter.
“Just answer me! I’m curious,” Yunjin whines as she playfully shoves you with a big grin on her face.
“Okay, okay,” you dramatically wipe your nonexistent tears. “Fuck, he was huge, nearly tore my mouth open, my throat felt so bruised afterward, and no, I’m not telling you if he has pubic hair or not,” you giggle.
“Already gatekeeping, I see,” Yunjin teases, wiggling her eyebrows. The both of you burst into a fit of laughter, doubling over on the counter. For the first time since the breakup, you were genuinely happy. You weren’t faking it for the sake of not letting your friends worry or smiling for the customers.
“What are you girls laughing about?” Sunghoon grins, draping his arms around your shoulders.
“Yeah, care to share?” You look to your right seeing Jay walking over, wiping his hands with a towel before settling on the counter next to you.
“You boys wouldn’t get it! It’s called girls talk for a reason!” Yunjin yells, sticking her tongue out. The two boys pretend to look offended as they look toward you for answers.
“Yunjin’s right. It’s our secret,” you playfully shrug.
“Since when did you guys keep secrets from us!” Sunghoon whines as Jay chuckles beside you.
“Since now!” You and Yunjin yell in unison. You all burst into laughter as Yunjin and Jay start tickling your sides. Sunghoon begins aggressively ruffling your hair with his other hand laughing. For the first time in a long time, you cry not from sadness. Instead, they were tears of joy.
It had taken so long and so much to bring you to this point. Where you could freely joke and laugh around your friends again. You had waited so long for everything to go back to normal and for everyone to treat you normally again. Your happiness was so fragile, like water clinging on for dear life, threatening to spill over the edge.
One more droplet and everything would shatter.
“Y/N.”
No.
This can’t be happening. All your limbs freeze at the voice. Your mind goes blank, and your eyes go wide. You hear people yelling, very distant voices, echoing all around you.
You feel someone grab onto your shoulders and pull you to their side, hugging you there, protecting you.
Who was it?
You want to look, but you can’t move.
You want to get out of there, but you can’t move.
And then, you’re crying, you’re sobbing uncontrollably, shaking as your mouth goes dry, knees buckling as you struggle to stand straight.
“Princess.”
You gasp, snapping your head up.
Jay.
It’s Jay by your side. He cups his hands over both of your ears as he presses his forehead against yours.
“I’m okay,” you whisper, “Let me talk to him.”
“You don’t have to, Y/N, let us handle-” You cut him off by hugging him.
“No. I have to…thank you, really.” You break free from the hug mustering up the bravest smile you can at him.
Jay knows you’re hurting.
Your eyes give you away immediately.
You had never been the same ever since you started dating that bastard. Jay never liked the guy. Always too overbearing, always calling you, texting you, asking where you were, who you were with. Every day, you came to work looking more and more exhausted, and you started losing interest and enthusiasm for everything.
You used to be so curious, always wanting to learn new things, always looking forward to what life has to offer, until you weren’t. Jay watched as you became quieter, isolating yourself from everyone.
He watched as you lost your confidence and glow, and no matter how many times he asked, you just gave him the same reply. “I’m fine.”
Unlike the others, Jay wasn’t even surprised when you announced that the bastard had betrayed you.
Cheating on you and spreading your nudes around, the nudes that he demanded to take himself? He’s gotta be fucking kidding.
Jay was enraged and ready to destroy the guy’s life, but all you wished for was to move on and forget about him. You were too kind even when the asshole didn’t deserve it. Jay would never forgive him for taking away your beautiful smile and your contagious laughter that lit up the room.
Jay promised to always protect you, and this time was no different.
He would always have your back, along with Sunghoon and Yunjin.
“Okay,” Jay said, smiling back warmly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.
You walk past Jay and see that Yunjin is holding Sunghoon back. The usually sweet Sunghoon now had his face twisted into a nasty glare.
“What the fuck are you coming here for?!” Sunghoon barked out.
“Sunghoon shut up! There are customers here!” Yunjin whisper-screamed, trying to tug him back as he tried to lunge forward.
You chuckle softly at how stupid they look, your stupidly cute and loving friends. What would you do without them?
You gently wrap your hands around Sunghoon’s arms, “Hoon, that’s enough, don’t disrupt the customers.”
He visibly relaxes when he feels your touch, and Yunjin lets out a sigh of relief.
“He doesn’t just get to show up here like this after everything he’s done to you.” Sunghoon spits out. Sunghoon would’ve beat this guy to a pulp if not for you. People like him didn’t deserve friendly treatment.
“Sunghoon.” Your voice was firm as your hands tightened around his arm. Sunghoon looked at you with soft eyes, searching for any sign of hesitance, but you kept your gaze solid and unwavering. He wears a frown on his face, but he steps back in understanding.
When the view is cleared, with no one in front of you to protect you anymore, you’re again hit with fear.
No matter how strong you make yourself seem, at that moment, you wanted to crawl back to your safe place again, back into the embrace of your friends.
When you meet his eyes, you see yourself as the scared girl who would do anything to please her boyfriend. That’s how much of an effect he still had over you, one that made you want to cry and beg for his forgiveness.
“Let’s talk outside, don’t disrupt our business.”
Immediately Sunghoon protests against the idea, but you ignore him as you take off your apron. You give your friends a reassuring smile as you lift up the counter tab and walk out.
Behind you, you hear Yunjin, “You do anything to her, Kim, and I’ll ruin your life!”
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“What do you want.” You pray that he doesn’t hear how your voice shakes. Your bottom lip quivers as you hug your body, looking at the ground.
“I wanted to see you. I missed you.”
You resist the urge to throw up, your body wants to give in, and on reflex, you want to run to him for comfort. But another part of you tells you that that would be the worst thing you could ever do to yourself.
Then the anger hits, the kind of anger that eats through you like a fire in your stomach.
Chewing on your bottom lip until you taste blood, you let out a sour laugh looking up at his confused face.
“We both know that’s bullshit.” You spat on the ground.
His face morphs into a look of surprise at your sudden outburst; not used to you being so aggressive, but he quickly recovers, putting back on the facade he came with.
But you know him better than that.
He didn’t really miss you.
He was just pissed that he didn’t have you wagging your tail behind him, desperate for his attention.
He was pissed that you were no longer at his beck and call.
He opens his mouth to say something, but you don’t let him.
“You never once cared about me, so why now? Why pretend like you loved me at all? Why pretend like you didn’t pressure me into doing things I didn’t like and used them against me?”
“Y-you have to believe me. I really loved you, Y/N.”
“Don’t fucking say my name. Sounds disgusting coming from you.” You want to cry, but you won’t let him have the pleasure of seeing you cry for him anymore.
“Don’t humor me. You loved me? How?”
“Did you love me when you degraded me? When you constantly told me every single day that I looked like trash, that I couldn’t do anything right, that I was useless, and that I would never have a career or life for myself? And I fucking believed you. I trusted you. I told you about my everything and what do you do? You fucking used them against me every day. Was it love when you constantly drilled into my mind that I was the reason my mom left? Oh my god, and everyone was telling me that I was stupid, but I was blind! I chose you even when you wouldn’t even glance my way, and even when you did, it was always with those eyes of disappointment and disgust!” you laugh hysterically, hands wailing around crazily.
“You made me feel like I couldn’t live without you! Like I wouldn’t be able to survive without you! Because I was just the useless little Y/N you needed to look after. And I truly believed that and was thankful that you took the time to care for me, stupid, huh?” You scowled at him, inching backward when he took a step toward you, arms reaching out.
“Did you love me when you gaslit me? When you called me crazy and screamed at me about how those girls were “just friends”? Wow, cause friends definitely wake up in the same bed together. You didn’t even fucking let me over to your house! You would shower me with hugs and kisses afterward, promising that they didn’t mean anything and that you only had eyes for me. And again, I believed you. I chose you! But...never once…did you choose me.” Your voice cracks as you say the last sentence.
Your chest heaves up and down in anger, out of breath from all the screaming.
You hear the bar door open, and you see Yunjin walking out with tears streaming down her face, teeth clenched, and Jay trailing behind her.
“You need to go. She doesn’t need you anymore, so take you and your dumb ass out of here and never appear before her again.” Jay says lowly while Yunjin wraps you in her embrace.
“Stop crying, dummy. I’m okay,” you giggle into Yunjin’s hair.
“I’ll be okay.”
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Your friends had begged you to go home early and said they would cover for you. But you didn’t want to show them you were affected by the encounter, so you stayed for the rest of your shift.
The energy was tense, Sunghoon looked visibly upset, and you could see Yunjin and Jay stealing glances in your direction.
You don’t blame them, they were the ones that had warned you when you were still in the relationship, but you didn’t listen.
Instead, you stayed with him. Although you had pushed them away, you were lucky and so grateful that they still stayed around in your darkest times.
Now you’re standing in the middle of your apartment, absolutely exhausted.
You look around, and in the dark, you see on the shelf a drawing you never finished painting and, next to it, a book you never finished.
Right.
You used to have hobbies before your whole life was taken over and ruined.
Shivers ran through your body, and you felt your knees go weak. Your bottom hits the ground as you slide against the door slowly. It was too quiet, and all you could hear was your breathing and the occasional cars driving by.
You reach into your bag with trembling hands, fumbling around blindly for something. You pray that you didn’t throw it out.
“Please, please be there.”
You let out a shaky sigh when you grab hold of it and pull it out of your bag.
It’s a business card, The Inkery, written in cursive in the middle.
You struggle to read the number on the card, your hands unsteady. Eventually, you successfully punch in the number and lean back on the door when you hear the dial tone.
“This is so stupid. What tattoo shop is open at 2:30 am? And this might not even be his personal number.”
The dial tone rang four more times with no one answering, and just when you were about to hang up, someone picked up. You hold your breath waiting for a response.
“Who is this?” A groggy voice rings out.
You felt tingles all over your body, eyes closing as you held back a sob.
“Jeez, who’s tryna call me at 3 in the morning. Anyone there? I’m gonna hang up if you don’t talk.”
In a hurry, you manage to whisper, “H-heeseung.”
Silence.
Then you hear some shuffling on the other line.
“Angel?”
You nod frantically even though he can’t see, not trusting yourself to talk without breaking down.
Heeseung must’ve sensed something was off because he immediately asked, “Angel, talk to me. What’s wrong.”
“I-I need you,” you sob.
“Okay, where do you live?” more shuffling.
“W-what?” you weren’t expecting him to say that.
Heeseung chuckles, “I need your address, angel. How else will I get to you?”
Your heart swells with warmth and hope, “9th floor of the Arabella 101 apartments, second door to the left with a sailor moon doormat.” You said the last part quietly, afraid Heeseung would judge you.
Instead, he chuckles softly, “You’re so cute. I’ll be there in 5.”
You hug your phone to your chest as the line disconnects.
The apartment feels suffocating. It was filled with memories of your past relationship, and although you hated it, what could you do? You couldn’t move out; you had nowhere to go.
You bring your knees up to your chest, curling up into a ball, resting your head down. It was the longest 5 minutes you’ve ever had to go through, and just when you were about to doze off, you heard a soft knock outside your apartment door.
You quickly press your palms on the ground hoisting yourself up, not even bothering to look through the peephole before throwing the door open.
There he was, outside your door, hair disheveled, grey hoodie pulled over his head, holding a bag of opened…wait…were those jelly strips? If you weren’t feeling like shit, you would’ve laughed at the randomness, but all you could do was stare at him.
You were so eager earlier, and a part of you was hesitant that he would even come…considering you haven’t known each other for long. And now that he’s standing right in front of your door, clearly still half-asleep, you don’t know what to say.
Heeseung looked at your face and immediately realized that you’ve been crying. You just looked…so tired.
Yet, even with your eyes swollen and bloodshot, your lips chapped and chewed up, your hair a mess and sticking onto your neck from sweat, Heeseung still found you beautiful.
Heeseung will admit it, ever since what happened between you guys in his shop, Heeseung couldn’t stop thinking about you and missing you. You were the only thing on his mind, and he had mentally slapped himself for not getting your number or asking to take you out.
He was lowkey worried you would think he was an asshole who was only looking for a quick hookup. But he was really interested in you and wanted to know you better.
You didn’t know this, but Heeseung lives on top of the tattoo shop, so the number on the card was just his personal phone. He was pretty confused when picking up the call. But he knew he had to see you when he heard your soft voice on the phone in the middle of the night.
“I’m here,” he grins, spreading his arms out. And that was your breaking point.
Tears that were bottled up when you tried putting on a brave face in front of your ex were now all just letting go. Taking with it the pain, the fear, the emptiness.
Rushing forward and into Heeseung’s open arms, face burying into his neck, it all just felt so right.
Your arms wrapped around him tightly, almost as if he would slip away if you let go. And just like that, with no questions from Heeseung, you two stood at the doorway to your apartment, just holding each other. His hand holding the box of jelly strips wrapped around your back while his free hand played with your hair lovingly.
You lean into his touch, inhaling his scent. He smelled like honey and lavender, like warmth and love and everything you’ve ever wished for. His scent wrapped around you like a warm blanket, and you’ve never felt more safe.
“Angel, let’s go inside, alright? You’ll get sick standing here barefoot.” Heeseung whispered quietly before leaving a kiss on the top of your head.
You nod silently and start backing into your apartment, still clinging onto Heeseung tightly. Like this, the two of you waddle in like penguins, laughing along the way as Heeseung nearly trips over your feet.
Heeseung uses one hand to close and lock the door behind him before wrapping it back around you. You walk backward blindly, face still buried in Heeseung’s neck, as he sits on the couch, pulling you on top of him. He rocks you back and forth like a baby as you sniffle quietly.
“I brought jelly strips?” Heeseung says after a moment of silence. He smiles to himself when he hears a tiny laugh coming from you.
“Sorry, it was the only thing I had in my pantry, the pack’s already open, but I swear it's clean and all. But if you don’t want any, it’s okay. I can go get-” He stops when he hears your voice.
“Heeseung, you’re rambling,” you giggle, the action tickling Heeseung’s neck.
“I know, I- sorry, I’m kinda nervous right now. “ He said as he let out a shaky breath.
“Why are you nervous?” You peek at him, waiting for your eyes to adjust from the dim light.
“You make me nervous.” He blushes.
You let out a gentle laugh, gosh the effect this man had over you. “Hee…that’s not fair, you can’t just say that…” it was your turn to blush now.
Heeseung’s eyes widened, looking down at you, “Hee?”
“Yeah,” you clear your throat, “Can I call you that?”
“Yes! Yes, of course, angel, I love it.”
There’s an awkward silence after Heeseung says that, where you guys just stare at each other. Then giggles turn into full-on laughter, leading to Heeseung tickling you as you squirm on his lap, squealing.
“Heeseung! Heeseung- haha haha s-stop, stop, please,” you beg, laughing.
Heeseung eyes crinkle up into crescent moons as he grins, “Heeseung? What happened to Hee?”
“Okay, okay, hahaha, Hee, stop please,” you say, breathless. After a couple more rounds of you begging and Heeseung ignoring your pleas, he finally gets tired.
Heeseung cups your face and gently presses his forehead against yours, and in a soft voice, he asks, “Can you tell me what happened?”
Looking into Heeseung’s soft gaze, you feel a sense of security and comfort, so you tell him everything.
You tell him how your ex had shown up randomly at your job, how he tried to tell you that he loved you, and how you had screamed at him outside the bar. Your voice was quiet the whole time, head hanging low, almost like you were ashamed.
“Angel, look at me, please,” Heeseung whispered softly as he gently lifted your head up. “He doesn’t deserve your tears. You did such a good job standing your ground and fighting for yourself.” He swipes his thumb across your cheek softly, wiping your tears away as he continues, “Show me a picture of him. Next time I see him, I’ll chase him down the street with my tattoo gun.”
You laugh and land a soft punch on his chest, “Hee, that’s illegal.”
“Anything for you, angel,” he said softly.
Heeseung seemed to always have the power to make you speechless. You were still shocked that he even came. Deep down, you wondered if he was just genuinely a nice person, but, let’s be honest, no matter how nice you are, who would go to a girl they just met’s house and hug her and give her kisses at 3 in the morning.
But he did, and at that moment, you felt so overwhelmed with complicated emotions.
“Kiss me.”
In that fleeting moment, the universe aligned, and everything fell into place with a delicate grace, rendering the world ineffably perfect. A million sparks erupted in the air as his lips pressed delicately against yours.
It was different from your first passionate makeout. This kiss was soft and delicate.
Heeseung gave you feather-like pecks, almost as if you would break if he pressed harder. His lips felt warm against yours, and it all felt perfect, but his slow pecks made you crave more.
You push your hands against his chest, making him fall back onto the couch with a little grunt. His hands grab onto your sides as you kiss him harder. Your lips move against his in a rush, mouth opening and closing breathlessly.
“Y/N, slow dow- mmh,” Heeseung tries gently lifting you off him, but you’re immediately chasing after his lips, missing its warmth.
Your tongues are tangled together as you try to get even closer to him. You wanted to feel every part of his body because, without it, you felt empty.
Heeseung started feeling breathless because of the aggressive kiss and his hoodie being scrunched up. He was basically being strangled by you.
“Y-Y/N, wait, wait!” Heeseung yelled, pinching your sides. That startled you, causing you to stare at him, eyes wide.
“W-what’s wrong? I’m sorry,” you said in a tiny voice, scared he would leave.
“No, no, no, it’s okay, angel, it just got a little suffocating. Lemme take off my hoodie, then we can continue, okay?” Heeseung explains as he tugs the hoodie over his head, messing up his hair.
You reach up to fix his hair, lightly combing through it. You feel Heeseung leaning into your touch, closing his eyes.
“I’m sorry for being so aggressive,” you sigh.
Heeseung cups your face again, leaning in until his nose touches yours, “You don’t need to apologize, angel, I don’t mind.”
“No, it’s still not okay for me to do that, you came here to see me so late, and I do this,” you felt horrible.
“Angel, I’m here to make you feel better. So, use me. Use me until you’re satisfied.”
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In the process of you guys stumbling toward your bedroom, your jacket was thrown somewhere in the apartment.
As the back of Heeseung's knees gently hits your bed, you give him a soft push and watch him sit down. You climb on top of him, knees on both sides, looking down at him as you push your hair behind your ear. One of your hands gently rests on his shoulder as the other caresses his face.
The room was emitting a soft yellow glow from the weak lamp in your living room. A flash of bright light crossed Heeseung’s face as a car drove by outside. In that very moment, Heeseung’s face lit up from the light, his face flushed, lips red and swollen from the kissing, and his eyes were dazed, almost as if he were drunk.
You brought his face closer and began leaving kisses all over his cheeks, nose, and chin. You could hear his short breaths tickling your ear.
His mouth reaches for yours as you get closer, but you just kiss the corner of his lips. Heeseung feels a whine from his throat, frustrated.
Then, without warning, you push his shoulders, capturing his lips between yours as he falls back onto the soft mattress.
The tenderness of your touch fades away, replaced by an intense longing to savor, caress, and indulge in his presence. Your lips trail along his neck, delivering gentle kisses that elicit warmth against your mouth, with a hint of dampness from his sweat and the mingling of your breath.
“Can I leave marks?” you whisper, your gaze fixed upon him. Heeseung nods ever so slightly, biting his lower lip in anticipation. With his permission granted, your mouth instinctively returns to his neck, delicately sucking on the supple flesh but hard enough to leave a hickey. Heeseung grunts, feeling a soft bite on his neck, and his hand instinctively reaches up to cradle your head. You seize both of his hands and firmly press them against the side, tongue darting out to lick the bite mark.
Your hands travel down to the hem of his t-shirt, tugging at it. Heeseung gets the hint and helps you take it off.
As you sit up, straddling him, a surge of desire prompts you to quickly pull your own shirt over your head. A gasp escapes Heeseung’s lips as his fingers grasp your waist, captivated by the sight of your shirtless figure.
Your breath catches in your throat as you feel the gentle caress of his thumbs gliding across your skin. Maintaining unbroken eye contact with him, you reach behind yourself and unclasp your bra, letting it fall down before picking it up and discarding it onto the ground.
Heeseung reaches up, his hand enveloping one of your breasts, while his thumb brushes over your nipple, eliciting an immediate response as it hardens under his touch. His thumb gently traces circles around your bud before pressing down on it.
You throw your head back, hands reaching up to grab his wrist, as you arch your back, pressing closer to his hand.
“N-not too hard.”
The bed shuffles as Heeseung brings his other hand to his mouth, wetting his thumb before grabbing your other breast. A shiver courses through your spine as his cold, slick fingers come in contact with your body.
Sounds of pleasure escape your lips when Heeseung skillfully kneads your breasts as his thumbs continue stimulating your nipples at a fast pace. You inhale sharply, feeling a rush of sensations as his large hands envelop the entirety of your breasts.
His every touch sets your skin ablaze, igniting a fiery sensation that runs straight to your core, engulfing you in an intense, irresistible heat.
“You like that?” Heeseung licks his lips, enjoying the view above him. You really looked like an angel straddling him shirtless, squirming as he teased and played with your breasts.
This was dangerous for Heeseung.
He could feel his erection throbbing underneath you. He wanted to pleasure you first and make you feel good, but you made it incredibly difficult for him to resist the urge to succumb to his desires. You felt so warm and soft against his hands; he could play with your hardened peaks for hours.
You grip the sheets, rolling your hips against Heeseung, palms reaching up to cup his hands that cover your breasts.
“God, you’re so sexy,“ Heeseung huffed, his dick getting harder with every grind of your hips.
“You’re so fucking sensitive I bet you could cum just from your nipples getting played with. Hm? Do you think you could do that, angel? Think you could cum from me just touching your tits?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” you panted, hips grinding at every syllable.
Heeseung smirked, shaking your tits from side to side. You could feel your heat pooling in as goosebumps ran along your arms and back.
“Bet you’re so wet right now, angel, cunt dripping and begging to be touched.” You nodded desperately at his words while Heeseung faked a pout, “Aww, my sweet angel, too bad we can’t.”
You could cry. Cunt throbbing immensely as you could only grind faster to relieve the tension. Your skin prickles as you feel Heeseung’s lips on you, electrifying your senses. His wet muscle glides teasingly on your tits, avoiding your erected nipples on purpose.
“H-hee, please,” you whine, moving your tits closer to his face.
He pulled away, “Please, what, angel? Use your words.”
“Please, I need you to suck on my nipples,” you cried, not caring how embarrassing and desperate you sounded.
Immediately after you said that, Heeseung latched back onto your tits, wetting your nipples before closing his lips on them.
He expertly alternated between softly sucking and gently tugging at your swollen peaks with his teeth, creating a tantalizing blend of sensations.
Your hands comb through his hair, gripping and pulling as the rhythm of your hips matches the intensity of his tongue.
With urgency, Heeseung works swiftly, alternating between both breasts, planting kisses and sucking, leaving bruises on your skin.
As your hips quicken their pace, hungrily humping against Heeseung’s hard-on, he senses you nearing your climax.
Heeseung sticks his tongue out and flicks at your bud quickly, eliciting a loud moan from you and causing you to arch your back, hips pressing down hard on his cock.
Heeseung grunts, feeling the pressure, retaliating by biting down on your tits as payback for you biting his neck earlier.
With a loud whimper and one last glide across his length, you feel your wetness pooling out of your vagina. For a moment, neither of you moves or speaks, the room engulfed in the sound of your heavy breathing.
Heeseung gives one last kiss to your nipples before laying back, eyes darkening, “Strip.”
You didn’t need to be told twice. Scrambling off of him, you reach for your pants, sliding them down your legs along with your panties.
Your face turns red when you see how ruined they were from your cum. You quickly toss them behind you before making your way back to the bed.
You see that Heeseung had gotten up and was now sitting on the edge of the bed, practically eye-fucking you. You walk in between his parted legs and into his open arms, leaning against his figure for support.
Heeseung brings one of his hands down, in between your legs.
You softly gasp, feeling his cold finger separating your wet folds, gliding against your clit all the way to your entrance. Lewd sounds of your dripping cunt fill the room.
“So wet. Can you hear that angel?” Heeseung’s finger glides back up, brushing against your clit, making your thighs quiver as he says, “Lay on the bed.”
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You grip the pillow as you try to control your breathing. Heeseung was currently nestled in between your legs, tenderly kissing his way up your legs.
As he bites and kisses along your inner thighs, a surge of pleasure causes your toes to curl involuntarily. Heeseung is so close to your cunt he can practically smell your heat.
He licks his lips before looking at you, kissing right above your clit.
Chewing on your bottom lip, you meet Heeseung’s intense gaze, mirroring his unwavering look.
He slowly brings his hand to your vagina, using his index finger and middle finger to spread your folds. His mouth drools as he feels how hot you are, pussy glistening with arousal. Experimentally, Heeseung licks a stripe from your entrance to your throbbing clit.
On cue, your eyelids flutter closed, and your mouth opens, releasing a soft, breathy whimper of pleasure.
Seeing your reaction, Heeseung flattens his tongue and starts lapping at your pussy.
“F-fuck!” You attempt to close your legs, but his hands on your thighs stop you. Heeseung moans on your heat as he savors your taste on his tongue. The vibration from his mouth triggers your legs to jolt involuntarily. Your head falls back, his name constantly falling out of your mouth repeatedly, mingling with your breathless pants.
Heeseung’s tongue teases its way up and down your slit, playfully rolling your clit around in his lips before engulfing it in his mouth and sucking down hard. All the while, his middle finger is prodding around your entrance, teasingly pushing the tip in and out at an agonizingly slow pace.
Your hips jerk around as you try to grab onto anything for support, moans and profanities falling from your lips. Heeseung dives deeper into your pussy, tongue out, face moving side to side. His nose would occasionally bump into your clit, causing your lower stomach to coil with sensitivity, climax threatening to take over.
Your hands make their way to his soft hair, full-on pulling and yanking. Heeseung points his tongue and begins entering your pulsating heat, groaning as he feels your insides, “Fuck, angel, you feel so soft,” he mumbles, slipping his tongue out.”
“Ngh~” you whine, feeling empty, “Hee, fuck me, please, I need you.”
“Patience, angel, lemme taste you first.” Heeseung slides back into your sex, fucking you with his tongue, desperately trying to reach deeper.
Your muscles clench, closing around his head as Heeseung works on your sloppy cunt. He pulls back suddenly, leaving you breathless and sweating. Taking his middle finger, Heeseung slowly teases his way into your entrance. You gasp softly, looking down at him. Heeseung makes eye contact with you as he’s knuckles deep inside of you.
You cover your face, embarrassed, when you hear the noises your cunt makes when Heeseung fucks his finger in and out. “Don’t cover your face. I wanna see how good I make you feel.”
“Look at yourself, so naughty, you’re dribbling all over my fingers, angel. You think you can take another one?” Heeseung teases. You nod ferociously, desperate to feel more of him. Heeseung is surprised when he easily slips another finger. You’re so wet that it slides right in. He moans at the sight of your cunt clenching and unclenching as more cum seeps out.
His tongue is quick to lick up your mess, moving up to suck at your clit. “Hee~” you pull on his hair, “I’m so close, please. Please, let me cum.”
“Go ahead, angel, cum all over my fingers,” Heeseung says, fingers going at an unrelenting tempo. Your abdomen feels like it’s on fire as you feel yourself tipping over the edge. You scream one last time before letting it go, crying as you feel the wetness drip down your skin.
Your thighs start to shake from sensitivity, “H-heeseung! Stop! Stop, please. I already came!” You plead, tears streaming down your face. Heeseung continues to fuck your cunt, overstimulating you, without slowing down, “Give me another one, angel. I know you can do it.”
You shake your head from side to side, writhing in an effort to escape his torture. Desperation fuels your actions as your hands desperately tug, attempting to pry his wrist away. “No! Please, Hee! I-it feels weird!” you cry out, legs closing around his arm and your whole body spasming from overstimulation.
“Angel, you’re doing so good. Just let go. It’ll feel good, I promise.” Heeseung curls his fingers inside you, hitting a certain spot that makes you scream and roll your eyes back.
“Hee! I- it’s coming!” Your thighs violently shake as an unfamiliar feeling creeps up. Suddenly, you experience a gushing sensation you’ve never felt before as you watch liquid spurt out of your vagina with a cry.
An overwhelming sense of release and relaxation washes over you, causing your entire body to go limp in response. You softly sniffle, trying to catch your breath.
Heeseung smiles, leaving one last kiss on your dripping cunt, before climbing back to you, kissing you on the cheek, “You just squirted, angel. You did so well.”
Your eyes widen, “I-I squirted?”
Heeseung laughs softly, “Yes, you looked so beautiful.”
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a heated makeout session. As his tongue brushed against yours, a faint taste of yourself lingers, a subtle combination of sweetness and sourness. Caught off guard by the unfamiliar flavor, you wince, unaccustomed to its taste.
Heeseung buries his face in the curve of your neck, his breath warm against your skin, “Climb on top of me, angel.”
As you get up, a subtle tremor courses through your legs, watching your arousal trickle down your thighs. You go back to straddling Heeseung and you flinch when you feel Heeseung’s erection press against your vagina, wetness staining his grey sweatpants.
Grabbing onto his waistband, you tug his sweatpants down, your actions filled with eagerness and anticipation. Heeseung cooperates, helping you get him out of his pants and underwear; now you are both naked. You slide back onto his lap, whimpering as you feel his bare cock sliding between your folds.
“Shit, angel, I don't think I can hold back.” Heeseung grabs his cock and slowly rocks back and forth, coating his cock with your juices. “Fuck, angel, so fucking wet.” He watches as your hole clenches around nothing, more cum oozing out.
“Hee, I need you inside, please. I need to feel you,” you beg, brain clouded with pleasure.
“Since you asked so nicely,” Heeseung pushes the tip of his cock slowly into your sopping entrance.
Your entrance clenches down from the foreign feeling. Your head rolls back, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure, while your mouth falls open, releasing a soft gasp of delight.
“Angel, stop clenching. I just loosened you earlier, yet you’re still so fucking tight,” Heeseung grunted. You suck in a sharp breath trying to get used to the feeling. Heeseung slowly slides his whole length in, inch by inch, watching as his cock disappears into your body. This allowed you to feel every inch of him, nails clawing at his back as he stretches you out beautifully.
Heeseung filled you so well, cock nestled in you, massaging your inner walls. He gives you a second to adjust to his size, not wanting to hurt you, but with your walls gripping his cock so tightly, Heeseung doesn’t know how much longer he can hold it. “Angel, you’re so fucking warm. So pretty, gripping on my cock like you don’t wanna let go.”
You begin to adjust, walls fluttering around his cock, “Hee, move, please.”
Heeseung swears under his breath, hips snapping to roughly pound into you. He pulls out until only his tip remains before pushing back in with one quick thrust, growling as he reaches deeper into you. You grab onto his arm, “Y-you’re so deep,” you let out a choked sob.
The room resonated with a symphony of erotic sounds—desperate moans from both of you, the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin, and the lewd noises coming from his cock hitting deep inside you. Each thrust of Heeseung’s hips brings him deeper inside of you, reaching places you’ve never felt before.
Heeseung brings his hands up to your clit, roughly playing with it as he slams his hips into you at a brutal pace. “You’re taking me so well, angel. So. Fucking. Well.” Heeseung growls, hips thrusting into you at every word.
“Heeseung! F-faster!” you scream.
“Faster? You think you deserve that?”
“Yes! Been s’good for you,” you started slurring your words.
“Have I fucked you dumb, angel? You can’t even talk straight, hm?” Heeseung complies, hips drilling in and out of you. You let out a choked moan at the new pace, practically seeing stars. “Fuck, angel, I’m so deep, I can see my bulge in your stomach.”
“H-hee, I’m close, I’m so close, don’t stop!” You beg as you arch your back. Heeseung brings his face close to yours, lips finding yours, passionately engaging you in a kiss. His mouth drowns out your moans as he fucks into your pulsating heat.
Without warning, your climax creeps up behind you, releasing all over Heeseung’s cock, walls spasming and contracting from the intense orgasm. “Shit! Y/N, so tight,” his pace falters from the sudden tightness. Heeseung recovers quickly, cock drilling back into you, balls slapping against your ass.
Your mouth falls open from the pleasure, “Hee! I can’t take anymore,” you cry.
“Just a little longer.” Heeseung grits his teeth, “I’m so fucking close.”
The bed creaks violently from the rough sex, its frame trembling and hitting the wall with each thrust.
Heeseung’s face contorted into a mixture of pleasure and pain as he groans, “Fuck! Angel, I’m coming!”
At the same time, you feel the familiar coil in your lower stomach, your fifth orgasm of the day approaching quickly. With a final surge of pleasure, Heeseung succumbs to the overwhelming sensation, his body trembling in the throes of release. The air fills with the raw sounds of ecstasy, and the world around you dissolves, leaving only the lingering echoes of your shared pleasure.
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The sun peeks through the curtains, casting a warm glow upon the room, you gradually awaken from your peaceful slumber. A blissful smile adorns your lips as your drowsy gaze lands on Heeseung, whose arms draped around your waist tenderly.
As you stir, memories of the previous night flood your consciousness, causing your cheeks to warm up in embarrassment as you think back to how you acted. You groan softly, fighting the smile on your face, it’s been so long since you last got laid, and it honestly just…felt amazing.
From nearby, you hear someone’s phone buzz. Looking around for the source, you were surprised to see that your phone was on the nightstand next to you. You don’t recall moving it there.
Also, you realize that someone had cleaned you up and given you a new change of clothes.
Heeseung.
You smile painfully wide at the thought of the sweet boy cleaning you both up and tucking you in bed.
The tranquility of the moment was abruptly disrupted as your phone continued to buzz insistently, demanding your attention.
Curiosity piqued, you reach over and pick up the phone, glancing at the screen to see multiple missed calls and messages from an unknown number.
With a mix of apprehension and curiosity, you unlock your phone and open the messages, only for your heart to plummet to your stomach. The screen fills with a series of pictures depicting you and Heeseung from the previous night, frozen moments capturing intimate gestures and…your passionate sex.
The sight leaves you frozen in fear, hands clutching your chest as you feel out of breath and dizzy. You felt vulnerable and exploited.
In a state of shock, you nearly stumble out of bed, desperately trying to regain your composure. Your mind races with a whirlwind of emotions as you hastily make your way to the bathroom, your hands instinctively covering your mouth in an attempt to quell the rising waves of nausea.
As you continue scrolling through the messages, a cold shiver runs down your spine. Threatening texts accompany the photos, words laced with malice and a sinister tone. It becomes chillingly clear to you the person behind all of this who waiting for the opportune moment to strike with their calculated cruelty. Fear grips your heart as the room spins around you, mirroring the chaos within your mind.
With trembling hands, you dial the unknown number. The seconds stretch into eternity as you wait, your heart pounding in your chest, for someone to answer the call. Suddenly, a voice breaks through the silence, “Hey,” and you freeze, paralyzed.
You were expecting this, and yet, the sound of his voice still cuts through you like a knife, causing panic to surge through your veins.
With a voice trembling with fear and defiance, you summon the courage to ask the question that lingers in the air, “What do you want from me?” The words escape your lips, laden with a raw vulnerability that you can't hide.
A chilling chuckle emanates from the other side, sending chills down your spine.
“Sweet little Y/N,” the voice taunts, its words tinged with a malicious familiarity. “That sounds more like you. All scared and vulnerable, just like the Y/N I used to know. Always so obedient, trailing behind me like a goddamn pest.”
The words strike you like venom, each syllable a painful reminder of the toxic dynamic you once endured.
“What the hell were you thinking, screaming at me like that yesterday, huh?” he mocks.
A flicker of anger ignites within you. “So what? Is this your way of revenge?”
Mocking tsks escapes his lips, his tone dripping with condescension. “I wouldn’t talk to me like that if I were you, angel,” he sneers.
Your words die in your throat as you curl into a ball with fear. Your breath catches in your throat, your stomach coiling at the pet name. It was what Heeseung called you, the name filled with love and warmth, but hearing it now sounded like an insult, a threat.
He continues, “Revenge? I don’t need revenge. It’s not like he cares about you. I just wanted to remind you so it doesn’t get to your head.”
A growl builds up in your throat as you respond, “He cares about me more than you ever could, and we were in a relationship.”
“Poor little Y/N. Do you really think that? Don’t be a dumb bitch. Use your head for once. With a body like that, of course, he’ll keep coming back,” he snickers.
“I mean, that was the only reason I even kept you around,” he adds.
You grip the bathtub, feeling dizzy. “You don’t know anything about us. Heeseung’s not like you,” you spat out.
“Oh, but that’s what you thought about me too, right? Thought I was the perfect boyfriend, caring and sweet. You were so easy to trick, so easy to control,” he taunts.
Each word cuts through you, reminding you that he was right. Each word he said was painfully true. You find yourself biting your nails, a habit you developed whenever you got nervous.
“What do you want from me,” you repeat the question.
“Stop seeing him. In fact, stop seeing anyone at all.”
“Why do you even care?! It’s not like you can have me!” You screamed, genuinely confused as to why he was doing this.
“It doesn’t matter, Y/N. You were the most obedient. You were mine, and that fact doesn’t change even if you’re not here with me right now. Don’t worry, Y/N, I still liked you the most.” He says as if that would make you feel better.
You resist the urge to hurl, nails scratching against the walls.
“Y/N?”
Your blood runs cold as you whip your head toward the door. The door knob rattles before the person realizes it’s locked.
“Y/N, is everything alright? I heard screaming.”
You quickly hang up the phone, hands wiping at your tears. “Y-yeah, everything’s fine.”
A text comes in right after you hang up, and its contents send a chill down your spine: You know what to do. As you know, I never delete things.
“Have you been crying? Y/N, please open the door. Talk to me.” Heeseung pleaded.
With a deep breath, you splash water on your face, gazing at your reflection in the mirror. The girl staring back at you feels hauntingly familiar, and you despise it. You saw the same pathetic girl, the one who always cowered in front of her boyfriend and listened to his every word.
As you open the door, you come face to face with Heeseung, his expression filled with genuine concern. A wave of guilt washes over you. He didn’t deserve this, and what you were about to do was going to completely ruin what you guys had, whatever it was.
“Hey, angel, what’s wrong?” Heeseung arms reach toward you, but you step back, avoiding his gaze. His eyes knit up in confusion. “Sorry, did I do something?”
“You should go.”
“What?”
You gather your thoughts before finally speaking up, “I’m sorry. It was a mistake. I was distraught a-and you were there. I shouldn’t have slept with you.” You wince. Even to you, that sounded terrible.
“Y/N. That’s not it, is it? I don’t believe a single thing you’re saying.” Heeseung retorts, his voice filled with skepticism. “Who’s making you do-”
“No one’s making me do this!” You shout, your voice echoing through the air. “I used you to release my anger, and now I realize it was a mistake.” You say, your voice filled with remorse as you speak softer, the words barely above a whisper.
“Then look at me. Why can’t you look me in the eyes?” Heeseung pleads, his voice breaking with a mixture of vulnerability and hurt.
Your eyes remained glued to the ground, lips quivering as you found the strength to say, “It doesn’t m-matter, Heeseung. This is just who I am, and I’m sorry.”
“Look at me in the eyes and tell me what we had never meant anything to you.” Heeseung grits his teeth.
“Heeseung. Please just go.”
“No,” he lets out a pained laugh, his voice tinged with bitterness. “No, it doesn’t work like this.”
“Heeseung. Go.” You squeeze your eyes shut, pleading he would just listen to you. You couldn’t drag him into this mess. Heeseung was kind, and he would never let this go. But he had to. If he didn’t, your ex would undoubtedly leak everything.
Despite your protests, Heeseung continues, voice cracking with emotion. “You don’t get to just decide that, okay?” He laughs bitterly. “It’s always been like this, fucking always.”
Your eyes widen at the sound of Heeseung cursing. It’s a side of him you’ve never witnessed before—so emotional and filled with anger.
“Why does everyone think it’s okay to just use me and then fucking throw me away?!” He shouts, hands aggressively running through his hair.
You flinch involuntarily at his outburst, hands trembling as they clench together into a fist.
“I thought this time it would be different, Y/N. I thought you would be different from her.” His voice trails off, filled with disappointment and sadness.
It was your turn to knit your eyebrows together in confusion. “What do you mean by that?” you ask, looking at him slowly. “What do you mean her?”
“The girl at the tattoo shop the other day, that was my ex,” he says sourly.
This new information leaves you stunned, and you try to find the right words to respond, but before you can utter a sound, Heeseung interrupts you.
“I saw myself in you, and I thought we could help each other.” His heartbroken expression says it all as he turns away, walking out without another word. The weight of his pain hands heavily in the air, leaving you alone, standing in the bathroom, speechless and filled with regret.
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The next few days feel like hell. You hole yourself up in your room, isolating yourself from the outside world.
You laugh at the irony of all this. The last time you did this was when you broke it off with your ex. This time, it wasn’t that much different.
‘This was for the best’ was all you could think about as you drowned in your sorrows. At least now, you convince yourself, Heeseung wouldn’t get hurt. You could go back to being the same girl before you met him, self-destructive and lost.
Suddenly, loud bangs are heard coming from outside your apartment. Your heart stops, dread intensifying with the possibility that it would be your ex or Heeseung standing at the door.
“Y/N! I know you’re in there! Open the door, or I’m pushing my way in!”
It was Jay.
You sigh, clutching your blanket around yourself tighter. You hadn’t told any of your friends what had happened, afraid of what they would do. You ignored every text and every phone call; you ignored everyone.
Summoning the courage, you dial his number, and as soon as he picks up, you say, “I’m fine. Go home.”
The voice on the other line is unrecognizable, laced with anger, “Don’t lie to me. We all know you better than that. Open up. If you still count me as your friend, we’ll talk about it. Don’t distance yourself again.”
He pounds on the door harder, “Y/N! Please. We’re worried and-” Jay stops, fist hovering in the air, when the door creaks open, revealing you. You looked so fragile, lips chapped, hair unkept, eyes hollow.
Jay’s throat felt dry, “Y/N, what happened?”
You don’t answer him, instead turning around to walk toward your bedroom.
Jay quickly steps in, closing the door behind him gently. With long strides, he catches your wrist in his hands, turning you toward him.
“I need answers, princess. Please.”
“Jay, I’m tired. I’m so tired of all of this. I just want to live normally. Why isn’t he letting me?” your voice cracks as your hands cling to Jay’s arms. Your eyes desperately look at his as if he has the answers hidden in them.
Jay’s expression hardens as he sees the pain and exhaustion in your eyes. “I’m gonna kill him.”
“You can’t, Jay,” you sob. “He has photos. He’s gonna leak them.”
Jay wraps his arms around you, caressing your head in an attempt to calm you down. “Princess, what do you mean? If you’re scared about the photos he has of you, don’t worry. Sunghoon and I forced him to delete it. We saw it with our own eyes.”
Shaking your head, you cry against Jay’s shoulder. You open your mouth but no sounds come out, the words dying in your throat.
“Y/N, you’re okay,” Jay murmurs soothingly, gently patting down your hair and kissing the top of your head. “I’ve got you.”
Jay hugged you tight, trying to keep his own tears in as you continuously sobbed, body trembling and hands clawing at his shirt in agony.
As the minutes pass, Jay continues to comfort you, his hand softly rubbing your back in gentle circles. Gradually, your cries subside, and a comfortable silence settles over you both.
In the quiet aftermath, Jay looks at you with tender concern. “Take your time, Y/N. I’m here for you as long as you need. You don't have to face this alone.”
“Jay. He’s been stalking me.”
You feel Jay’s hand stop moving as his whole body tenses up.
“What do you mean by that? Did he come by?”
“No, he sent me pictures he took of me and Heeseung last night…and…they’re bad.”
Jay knits his eyebrows, “Heeseung? Who’s Heeseung?”
“He’s the owner of the tattoo shop near our bar. I’ve kind of been seeing him?” Your voice is laced with uncertainty. You couldn’t really define the relationship between you and Heeseung, there wasn’t really an official label.
Jay swallows hard upon hearing this, he pulls away to look at you. “You started seeing this guy?”
You look away, “I guess you can say that. He came over last night, and we…did it. Then this morning I get a text from an unknown numbers and it’s all pictures from last night.”
Jay clenches his jaw, inhaling deeply through his nose, “So let me get this straight,” he says, his voice strained. “None of us were allowed to care or help you, but instead, you invite this Heeseung guy over, who you just met?”
A wave of confusion surges within you, “Excuse me?”
Jay rubs his hand on his neck, irritated, “How did he comfort you, huh? By fucking you?”
You stare at the man in front of you, he was no longer familiar to you. Shock registers in your face as your mouth opens in disbelief, “Jay,” your voice stonecold. “Do you fucking hear yourself right now?!”
Tears stream down your face, fueling your scream as you unleash your pent-up emotions upon him. “All I wanted was some comfort!” you exclaim, your voice trembling. “Someone who didn't know about my past, someone who could see me for who I am now! All of you treated me like I was some sick child you had to protect! I just wanted you guys to act like normal, so that I could feel normal too!”
Jay flinches from your words, he cursed at himself for his outburst, he had no reason to. Hearing about this Heeseung guy triggered him.
“Princess,” he steps forward embracing you, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he mumbles, head buried in your neck.
Your breaths come in heavy, ragged gasps as you unleash your frustration, landing punches on Jay’s back.
“I shouldn’t have said that. You have the right to choose who you need at any moment.” Jay pleads his voice laced with genuine remorse. “I’m sorry. I was stupid.”
As you calm down, you ask, “What am I going to do Jay? I fucked up. I hurt him when he was always understanding and loving toward me.”
Jay pauses, taking a moment to gather his thoughts, “Y/N, do what your hearts tells you to. We”ll take care of it.”
You pull away confused, “What are you thinking Jay.”
Jay starts walking toward the door, “I said I would always protect you, didn't I? I’m just doing what I’ve always done.” He regards you with a genuine smile.
“Think of this as an apology from me to you. And you, go get Heeseung back.” Jay smiles at you one last time before walking out the door.
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You were worried. None of your friends were picking up their phones. You chewed your nails nervously before deciding to change out of your pajamas and head out the door. It was raining heavily today, summer showers were always the worst, making the air humid and sticky.
Your umbrella barely shielded you from the rain and your vision was slightly blocked. You walked through the familiar streets, heading toward the bar, hoping you would find your friends. But that would never happen because someone suddenly grabs you from behind. Before you could react, darkness swiftly enveloped you, stealing away your consciousness.
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In the stillness of the space, darkness cloaked the air as a chilling silence settles over the scene. The sound of distant cars and people echoed faintly, a distant reminder of a world unaware of the unfolding tragedy.
Time seemed to stand still as your eyelids fluttered, delicate and fragile, betraying the string of consciousness that slowly began to emerge.
“You’re finally awake. If I hadn't known better, I would’ve thought you were dead.” The man lets out a stomach-curling chuckle.
Your eyes flutter open, and you try to adjust to the dimly lit surroundings. Shadows danced across your vision as you struggled to make sense of the situation. Gradually, your vision sharpened, revealing the confines of the desolate room in which you found yourself trapped.
“Eyes here, angel.” Your head snaps toward the voice, and dread twisted like a vice around your heart. Fear seized you, intertwining with a surge of disbelief. The realization that the kidnapper was none other than the person who ruined your life left you trembling.
“You’re out of your mind,” you sneer as you tried to lunge at him. But your heart sank as you realize that you were restrained to a chair, arms and feet bound by ropes. Pain coursed through your veins mingling with frustration as you tried to pull free.
He chuckled nonchalantly, as though you guys were old friends engaging in a lighthearted conversation. “Oh, Y/N, you’re funny as ever. I’m not insane, you just don’t listen.”
Slowly, he walked toward you, his grip tightening around your hair, tugging it mercilessly. Pain radiated through your scalp as you felt his hot breath against your cheek. “You thought you could run to your little friends without me knowing?”
Confusion etched across your face as you met his gaze, your eyes narrowing with defiance. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you retorted, voice firm despite the fear that gripped you. “I haven’t said a word to anyone. You’re just trying to manipulate the truth, just like you always do.”
“Oh, yeah? Then why the fuck were they blowing up my fucking phone, threatening that they would call the police, huh?”
As his words echoed in your mind, it dawned upon you, and your blood runs cold. The realization struck you with a force that stole the breath from your lungs — Jay.
That’s what he meant when he said they would take care of it. No one would have thought that your ex would go this far.
“What did you do to them?”
“Them? I didn’t do anything to them.” He pretended to think, “Just left them a small…gift.”
You scowled, “Don’t fuck with my friends.” In an instant, your ex’s hand swung across your face, delivering a sharp slap that left you momentarily stunned.
The force left your head ringing and your left cheek ablaze with a searing sensation. The inside of your mouth tasted metallic, you must’ve bit down on flesh.
“Finally showing your true colors, huh?” You were done with his games, fear long gone, replaced with numbness.
“Y/N. I would suggest you watch your mouth. I mean look around, are you in any position to anger me?”
Just then, you hear loud footsteps above you and the sound of people screaming your name. Your friends. For a moment, you see hope. They were going to save you. You attempt to unleash a scream, but before the sound can escape your lips, a hand swiftly makes its way towards you, forcefully covering your mouth, silencing your voice in an instant.
“Shh, be a good girl,” his chilling whisper caresses your ear. “You hear that? They’re right upstairs, and you’re right here. So close right? So sad they’ll never find you. I mean, who would think I moved right into the floor below you?”
His words struck like a sudden bolt, causing your eyes to widen. You bit down on his finger watching as he pulls away cursing in pain.
In agony, you could only cry softly as you hear their voices get further and further.
In a fit of enraged fury, his hand descended upon your cheek once more, delivering a forceful slap. “Bitch! Watch it!”
You ignore the pain, tongue licking at the blood at the corner of your lip. “How long have you been living here,” your tone stone cold.
“Hmm. When was it?” He feigned contemplation. “Ah! Maybe like a month ago?”
“Y-you’ve been stalking me for a month now?” your words trembled.
He looked at you pitifully, “Y/N, don’t think of yourself as anything important.”
Despit your exhaustion, anger fuels you to spit at his feet. “Stop trying to belittle me. I’m not falling for it. You’re fucking obsessed with me.”
His eyes narrowed, scowling, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Since you don’t like to listen, you can stay here alone.” And with that he leaves the room, leaving you stranded in darkness.
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As a child, you had never been afraid fo the dark. That is, until your parents’ carelessness left you locked in your attic, crying for hours. The same panic you felt back then came back. You were a little girl again, crying for someone, anyone to come save you. You wouldn’t even mind if your ex came back into the room, you needed someone. He had come back twice to feed you soda crackers and then left despite your pleading.
At some point you lost track of time. You could no loner keep count anymore. The ticking of the clock became a hypnotic lullaby, its rhythm blurring the boundaries between minutes and hours. Your vision, weakened by the grip of dehydration and starvation, betrayed you when you attempted to focus, rendering the world around you a hazy, distorted blur.
As you slipped in and out of consciousness, you began to question if your senses were deceiving you. Whispers of doubt echoed through your thoughts as you wondered whether the sound of sirens blaring, faint but growing louder, was just another figment of your imagination. Yet, as the wailing intensified, piercing through the suffocation silence, you realized with a surge of hope that it was undeniably real. You shot up, using all of the energy you had left to shout.
Rapid footsteps and the shuffling of people schoed throught the apartment. Moments later, the door opened, flooding the room with a sudden burst of light. Blinking and squinting, your eyes struggled to adjust after being enveloped in darkness for who knows how long.
“Angel?”
The floodgates of emotions swung opened, voice raw and scratchy as you sobbed.
Heeseung rushes over, knees hitting the ground with a thud as his shaky hands reach up to cradle your bruised cheek.
“I’m here. You’re safe now. I’m here.” Heeseung cries burying your head in his chest in a protective embrace.
Finally, in safe arms, you allowed yourself fall into unconsciousness, hearing the cries and yells of your friends in the distance before slipping away.
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You were on the bed, clad in a hospital gown that could only be described as a fashion disaster, sporting a pair of mismatched socks that defied all laws of color coordination. Propped up on a mountain of pillows, you held a remote control with an air of authority, thoroughly engrossed is a dramatic soap opera that applied out on the TV. Your recovery had transformed the sterile hospital room into your own personal theater, where laughter and lightheartedness intermingled with the beeping of medical machines.
You had one more day in the hospital before you could go back to your normal life. All the doctors and nurses were endearing but you longed to go back to classes and work.
Ever since Heeseung came into your life, many crazy things had happened and lots of changes were made. I mean, geez, getting kidnapped and stalked by an ex? What was this? A soap opera?
You were glad that all of you were alive and happy, your life had never been better. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you realize that your life has reached new heights of fulfillment and happiness.
The past few days were full of surprises. Other then your kidnapping of course.
Sunghoon had swung by to see you, bringing along Sunoo. Sunghoon officially introduced him as his boyfriend. You still laughed thinking back to how shocked he looked when he found out that you guys had met before.
Yunjin obviously came by crying and screaming about how she should’ve protected you, what a silly girl, you loved her to death. Sadly, she did not break up with that younger dude. But honestly, you find him bearable now, he’s not too bad. He finally got a job, began paying rent, and their relationship seems better than ever. But you still warned him that if he ever hurt Yunjin, you would be the first to punch him.
As for Jay, he was absolutely furious, blaming himself for what happened to you. But after multiple hugs and sweet words, he was back to normal again. You heard that he took over his father’s position, now he is your new owner. Couldn’t wait to annoy your boss at work.
You look to your left at Heeseung who was snoring quietly on the recliner next to your hospital bed.
With a soft smile, you gently reach over to hold his hand. You gasp softly when he grasps your hand back, bringing to to his lips before pressing a tender kiss.
“I love you,” he murmurs rubbing his eyes.
“I love you more.”
The End.
Oh, before I forget, you’re probably wondering what happened to the scumbag?
He was hit with charges for second degree kidnapping, harassment in the first degree, stalking, and the list continues for smaller things.
You get it, he’s rotting in prison.
He really thought it was a good idea to hide you in his apartment. It wasn’t hard to connect your disappearance to him, since he was the only person who had anything against you. Plus, his “little gift” for your friends was sending them a picture of you unconscious, bound to a chair.
The rest was easy, your friends and the police traced his credit card and found his address, which to their surprise was the floor right beneath yours. Sure, he bought the apartment under a fake name but didn’t think to use another credit card when paying rent. Instead, he used the same credit card that he used to buy all his other things.
Pathetic.
You always thought he was a dumbass.
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