Heeeung x gn reader
Warnings: alcohol mentions, suggestive
Summary -> was ruining your friendship worth it?
Your fingers itched to reach for the phone, his contact was saved at the top and it wasn't a physically challenging call to make, the problems came with emotions.
It wasn't that you regretted last night, you surely didn't. You couldn't even comprehend how long you'd wanted him to finally touch you in a less than friendly way but with your wishes granted a plethora of ways, he was left blearily going home at four in the morning after you'd woken him up to tell him he wasn't allowed to be in your bed—house for that matter—when the sun rose. It made your heart ache to do it but you didn't know how you could face him in the accusing glare of the sun beating in through your bedroom windows. When morning came and heads had to be properly screwed back on and your moral compass had to be set straight once more you couldn't find it in you to look at him.
He however did not have the same problem, his first response to being told to clear out was to cuddle back up to you and ignore your hurtful proposal. It wasn't until you slid out of bed and left him with a warning to be gone when you came out of the bathroom, truthfully just to hide away from him should he take the hint. That didn't stop him from calling the minute he got home to present time at ten in the morning. You were getting tired of tapping decline on the calls but knew him well enough to know it wasn't going to end.
In hindsight, perhaps it's not smart to sleep with your best friend or even be best friends with someone you want to bone.
His incessant calls finally warranted a text of, 'Heeseung, leave me alone' which he chose to tastefully ignore. The benefits of sleeping with your best friend in his case was that he knew you would break down and pick up in about an hour or so and be willing to talk the whole thing over, possibly invite him over.
The whole thing started as most things do, a bottle of vodka and secrets. To a sober person, clearly a bad idea but two drunk idiots, brilliant award-winning idea. The confessions came drunkenly but the breaking of a clean innocent friendship came stone cold sober after they realized the gravity of what they both revealed.
"So we should?" You nodded to the bedroom, awkwardly looking over at Heeseung who made the conscious decision to not be there anymore and zone out at the tv.
"Yep, definitely!" He was quick to stand up and help you along, no more friendly words exchanged on the war path to the bed.
"Ta-da." At the vision of Heeseung at your front door at ten AM and not your mailman, you promptly slammed the door on him. Unwilling to speak to him so early after your sins and before you had even eaten breakfast.
"Let me in! Let's talk this over." He pounded at the door, the wood rattling in the frame.
"Visiting hours don't start till noon! Come back later." You hollered as you dug through your cabinets for a bowl.
"I have a spare key to your house, let me in or I'll use it." You chuckled loudly for him to hear through the flimsy door as you looked around for your cereal in the pantry.
"Try it, see if I care." The low rhythmic clicking of the lock opening made you twist into a sort of approving but surprised look.
"Now. Where were we?" He sighed as he entered the house, closing the door behind him.
"In all honesty I thought you were bluffing about the key and I didn't plan this far in advance." You gave him a petty smile and fussed with opening a new box of cereal.
"It was literally my Christmas—whatever, not important right now. Wanna discuss the fact that you kicked me to the curb all of six hours ago after a night of, dare I say, passionate lo—" you held up a finger and sounded over him, "let's not go there. I would say it was casual, don't get ahead of yourself. One time thing." You yanked open the refrigerator door with more than necessary strength, adrenaline having kicked in following Heeseung's presence.
"So if I kissed you right now you wouldn't want to get back in bed with me?" He raised an eyebrow, leaning on the back of the couch cockily.
"No, sir. I only used you for your body." You slipped your fingers into the handle of the milk jug, other hand poised on your hip as he crept closer and closer until you were toe to toe.
"That's not what you said when you were drunk last night." You shrugged, puffing out your bottom lip, "well, as you said, I was drunk but remind me what I said for humors sake." He slipped his warm hand up to your cheek, cupping the cold skin from exposure to the air blasting from the fridge.
"You confessed that you've been in love with me for three years. And I believe I said that I also have been in love with you for three years. And then I did this." He gingerly pressed his lips against yours, other hand coming up to cradle the back of your neck and angle your head upwards to make access easier to the taller boy. Your eyes fluttered shut at the contact and you leaned into him, abiding by his every wish.
When he swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, plastic milk jug slipping from your hand and hitting the floor with a bang. You hurriedly picked the item back up and stuffed it into the fridge, closing it with a slam.
"Yep, I'm in love with you. That was a really really good reminder and I think we should continue this." You gestured over to the couch and he snickered, lacing his hands with yours and pulling you in close.
"As long as you swear you won't toss me out again." He pecked your lips, looking down at you dreamily, like you were the best thing to ever happen to him.
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