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Heeseung & Aiko
Aiko's leg was still a fucking mess, and it was driving her insane. The constant ache, the stiffness—she hated every second of it. But what she hated more was the fact that she needed help, especially when that help came in the form of Heeseung. The bastard was always there, always watching, always with that damn smirk on his face like he knew something she didn't.
The morning sun streamed through the curtains as Aiko tried to get out of bed. She winced, her leg screaming in protest. She had to start moving around more, or else she'd never get her strength back. But the thought of struggling to walk, of being seen as weak, made her skin crawl.
She was just about to attempt getting up on her own when the door swung open. Heeseung strolled in like he owned the place, hands in his pockets, that infuriating smirk firmly in place.
"Morning, princess. Ready for your walking lesson?" He didn't even wait for her answer before he moved closer to the bed.
Aiko glared at him, refusing to show any sign of weakness. "I don't need your help, Heeseung. I can manage just fine on my own."
"Sure you can," he replied, sarcasm dripping from every word. "But let's not pretend you don't want to speed this process up, huh? The sooner you're walking around like normal, the sooner you can get back to whatever the hell it is you do."
"I'm not helpless, you know," Aiko snapped, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. The movement sent a sharp pain shooting up her leg, and she couldn't stop the small gasp that escaped her lips.
Heeseung's expression softened, just for a moment, but he quickly covered it with his usual bravado. "You're not helpless, Aiko, but you're also not stupid. Let me help you, and we can get this over with."
She hated that he was right. Gritting her teeth, she nodded reluctantly. "Fine. But don't think for a second that this means I need you."
"Wouldn't dream of it," he muttered, stepping closer and holding out his hand.
Aiko hesitated before taking it, the warmth of his hand surprising her. She expected it to feel awkward, maybe even uncomfortable, but instead, there was something else—a spark, a current that ran between them the second their skin touched. She tried to ignore it, pushing the feeling down as far as it would go.
Heeseung helped her to her feet, his grip firm and steady. He was close now, closer than she'd ever been to him before. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, smell the faint scent of whatever cologne he wore mixed with a hint of cigarettes. It was intoxicating, and it pissed her off.
"Alright, take it slow," he instructed, his voice low and controlled. "I've got you."
"Yeah, I know," she muttered, trying to focus on anything but the way his hand was resting on her lower back, steadying her.
They began to move, Aiko putting one foot in front of the other, her leg trembling slightly with each step. It wasn't long before the tension between them became unbearable. Every time she stumbled, Heeseung was there, his hands tightening around her waist, pulling her closer to him. It was maddening, the way her body reacted to his touch, the way her skin seemed to burn wherever he held her.
"Fuck," she muttered under her breath, more to herself than to him. This was not supposed to be happening. She was supposed to hate him—or at the very least, tolerate him. But this... this was something else.
Heeseung didn't say anything, but she could feel his eyes on her, watching her every move, every reaction. They walked a few more steps before she stumbled again, her leg giving out momentarily. His grip tightened, and before she knew it, she was pressed up against him, his chest firm against her back, his breath hot against her ear.
"You okay?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Yeah," she replied, her voice shakier than she would've liked. "Just... just give me a second."
They stood there for a moment, neither of them moving, the air between them thick with unspoken tension. Aiko could feel her heart pounding in her chest, the heat of his body seeping into her, making it impossible to think clearly.
"You need to take it slow," Heeseung said softly, his breath ghosting across her neck. "Pushing yourself too hard isn't gonna help."
Aiko swallowed hard, nodding slightly. "I know," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "It's just... it's fucking frustrating, you know? I hate this."
Heeseung's hands slid down to her hips, his grip firm but not forceful. "Yeah, I get that," he murmured, his voice sending another shiver through her. "But you're stronger than you think, Aiko. You just have to be patient."
"Patience isn't exactly my strong suit," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady, though it was a losing battle.
Heeseung chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through her. "No shit."
They stood like that for what felt like an eternity, neither of them daring to move, the tension between them almost unbearable. Aiko could feel his heartbeat against her back, steady and strong, and it was driving her insane.
"I think... I think I'm good now," she finally said, trying to pull away, though a part of her didn't want to.
Heeseung hesitated for a moment before slowly releasing her, his hands lingering just a second longer than necessary. "Alright. Let's keep going, then."
They continued walking, but the tension didn't lessen. If anything, it grew, the unspoken connection between them pulling tighter with every step. Every time Heeseung touched her, it was like a spark ignited, sending a wave of heat through her body that she couldn't control.
Finally, after what felt like hours, they reached the end of the hallway. Aiko was out of breath, not just from the physical exertion, but from the sheer intensity of the moment.
"See? You made it," Heeseung said, his tone light, though there was an edge to it that hadn't been there before.
"Yeah," Aiko replied, trying to catch her breath. "Thanks. I guess."
"Don't mention it," he said, but there was something in his voice that made her look up at him.
For a moment, their eyes locked, and the world seemed to fall away. There was something there, something unspoken but undeniable. Aiko's heart raced as she tried to decipher what the hell was happening, but before she could figure it out, Heeseung stepped back, breaking the connection.
"You should get some rest," he said, his voice a little too controlled. "You've done enough for today."
"Right," Aiko agreed, though her mind was still reeling. "Rest."
She turned to head back to her room, but she could feel Heeseung's eyes on her the entire way. As much as she tried to ignore it, the tension between them was impossible to deny. And even though she hated to admit it, a part of her didn't want it to go away.
But that was dangerous—more dangerous than she was willing to acknowledge.
As she settled back into bed, the memory of his touch lingered, a constant reminder of the tension that had simmered between them all morning. And as much as she wanted to forget about it, she knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
"Fuck," she whispered to herself, staring up at the ceiling. This was getting way too complicated.
