Forbidden Fruit: An Enhypen Romance

Five- Sparks

I tried to keep calm, and make it seem like everything was normal. I could do that with most of the boys even though I no longer see them as brothers– but literal children. I did all that I could to avoid Heeseung, who was the only one I still struggled to see as a kid. All I could think about was that kiss. Oh god, I'm a pervert!!!

I did my job as usual, only I was doing what I could to keep myself more busy than usual so I could avoid the boys at all cost. Well– Avoid Heeseung at all costs. After a few days of this, I get a knock on my bedroom door, and before I could answer he barged in.

"Heeseung! What are you–"

"What's the deal with you, huh?" he asks, folding his arms over his chest.

I don't look up from my laptop, and pretend to be unbothered.

"I have no idea what you mean." I said, typing away.

"Oh yes you do!" He said, shutting the laptop.

"Hey!"

"Now what's the problem? I like you, and you obviously like me."

"Keep dreaming kid," I turn my desk chair and stand, walking away from him.

"I have been dreaming. Every night. About that kiss!"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

He scoffs and walks over to me, standing toe to toe with me.

"You can't gaslight this away. I know what I felt, and you do too. Why are you being so difficult?"

I shook my head and looked away from him, pressing my tongue to the inside of my cheek.

"That was a mistake, Heeseung. I shouldn't have kissed you."

"Why? Because I'm 20?! A grown man!?"

"You are not a grown man," I scoffed.

He backs me against the wall and braces himself with his arms against it, his eyes burning into me with an intense passion I've never seen before. He bends down to where our lips barely touch and whispers–

"I'm more man than you believe me to be." he purrs the words in a low grumble, making the butterflies in my stomach do somersaults.

"We can't do this. We can't–"

"Why?" he asks, his lips tickling mine as he speaks.

"Your contract."

"We'll keep it a secret." he answers without hesitation.

"The press will eat you alive; Your image." I pant.

"We'll be careful..." he growls, his hand slipping under my shirt, caressing my stomach.

"It's unprofessional," I moan, struggling to keep my senses.

"I don't care." He hisses, pressing his mouth into mine. He grabs my waist and hoists me up against the wall. I lose all sense of myself as my legs wrap around his body. Our mouths tangle together, viciously, hungrily, viscerally. My head is reeling and I struggle to catch the breath he's stolen from me. I'm lost in a sea of desire, wanting only to hold him; feel him. My fingers tangle in his soft hair as his mouth moves down my jaw and to my neck. I'm on fire.

Suddenly a sharp knock raps at the door, and he quickly sets me down. We straighten ourselves up as Ni-ki's voice calls through the door.

"Hey guys, we're ordering pizza. What would you like?"

"Uh– Whatever is fine!" I say, trying to sound as normal as possible as I fix my tousled hair.

"Pineapple on mine!" said Heeseung, smiling mischievously at me.

I shake my head and let out a shaken breath as Ni-ki's footsteps fade away. The coast was clear for now. Heeseung gently grabs my chin and forces it upward, pecking my lips softly.

"Our little secret. I promise." he winks, still smiling as he leaves the room.

I slump back down in my desk chair, completely taken aback by what just happened. My body is still tingling from electricity that surged through us. If I tried to say I didn't like him then I'd be lying to myself. He was just so....AURGH!