game changer

part 12

soon, heeseung starts to offer you drives home after school. his voice is always soft and considerate. it makes your heart warm. the car rides are always sweet and genuine and you find yourself reveling in how kind lee heeseung is.

he never rushes you out of the car when he pulls up to your place; instead, he walks you to your door, making sure you get inside safely. before you step inside, he leans in and kisses your cheek, his lips brushing against your skin in a way that sends a gentle warmth through you. it's a sweet, lingering moment, and you can't help but smile as you say goodnight.

when you walk into school in an early morning, goosebumps leveled on your skin from the fall breeze, you run into sunghoon who has his skates slung over his shoulder as he heads to the hockey rink.

without a word, he slips off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. it's a bit oversized on you, the warmth of it immediately comforting against the chill that has consumed your body. you instantly recognize his jacket as his hockey one– with his number embroidered on the back. he skims past you once he's happy with the way it sits on your shoulder and leaves you in the hall.

as you walk down the hall, sunghoon's jacket still wrapped around you, you feel eyes on you, whispers following in your wake. even jake catches your eye from across the hall, his expression concerned when he realizes whose jacket you're wearing. you find yourself holding onto the sleeves of his jacket, keeping the warmth and sunghoon's cologne tight against your skin.

heeseung always seems to know when you're struggling with homework. he shows up when you least expect it and slides into the seat beside you, ready to help you with whatever you're struggling with. he places his neatly organized notes on the table in front of you.

"here, these might help." he says, his tone casual, but there's that familiar warmth in his eyes that makes your chest tighten. he doesn't mind taking the next hour walking you through the material, even though he's late for his next class.

when you forgot your money on your kitchen table for lunch, you sit alone in the cafeteria, trying to distract yourself from the hunger rumbling in your stomach as you focus on your homework. a sandwich suddenly appears beside your book. you glance up and see sunghoon, a small smile playing on his lips.

"you need to eat," he says, his voice soft but firm. it's a simple gesture, but it means the world to you in that moment, you really were so hungry.

when you take a bite, he smiles and heads back over to the table he was previously sitting at with his friends, he doesn't stop glancing over at you to make sure you've eaten the whole thing until you're throwing the empty wrapper into the trash can.

both heeseung and sunghoon are trying to prove themselves to you. competing for your attention. each of their gestures gets a little sweeter than the last. you're caught between them and you're unsure of what you should do.

when you're sitting in the journalism office, staring at your computer screen, the blinking cursor mocking you as you try to piece together your next report. your thoughts are a jumbled mess. the office is quiet, which should be good for you to think, but it's not for your loud mind that won't stop racing about one million things.

suddenly, there's a noise at the door, followed by grunting and muffled yelling. you glance up, confused, just in time to see the door burst open and both sunghoon and heeseung stumble into the office, each carrying two drinks. they're both shoving at each other, jostling for space as they try to make it inside.

"stop! what're you doing? they're gonna spill!" you shout, standing up from your desk, your heart racing as you watch them struggle.

they both freeze when they see you, eyes wide like two kids caught in the act. for a moment, the room is silent, and then they both start talking at once.

"i was just bringing you a drink because i know how hard you work," heeseung says, holding up his drink like it's a peace offering.

"no, i was bringing you a drink," sunghoon interrupts, his tone competitive.

heeseung scoffs, "please, she likes peach, not strawberry." he glances towards sunghoon's drink.

"what? you obviously don't know her, she loves strawberry."

they start bickering, each one trying to convince each other that their drink is the one you'd prefer. you feel your head start to pound, their voices overlapping and filling the small office space with tension.

"enough!" you finally shout, cutting them off mid-argument. they both go quiet, staring at you with wide eyes. you take a deep breath, trying to calm the frustration bubbling up inside you.

"i appreciate the gestures, i really do," you start, your voice softer now, but firm. "but i need time to sort out my feelings, and i can't do that if you're both around me all the time. it's... it's too much."

they both look at you, guilt flickering across their faces. they exchange a glance, then nod, understanding in their eyes. "sorry," they both mumble at the same time, looking down at the drinks in their hands.

without another word, they each set a drink on your desk, their earlier competition forgotten. heeseung gives you a small, apologetic smile, while sunghoon just nods, his expression more subdued. they turn and leave the office, the door clicking shut behind them.

you let out a long sigh, the tension slowly draining from your shoulders as the silence of the office envelops you once more. you look at the drinks on your desk, a bittersweet feeling settling in your chest.

you sit back down at your desk, staring at the unfinished report on your screen. your mind is a swirling mess of thoughts, caught between sunghoon, heeseung, and the weight of your investigation. you press your fingers to your temples, trying to push the stress away, but it lingers, heavy and suffocating.

what are you going to do?