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Aiko & Heeseung
Aiko stared at the shower, biting her lip in frustration. Her leg was still giving her trouble, the injury restricting her movement, and all she wanted was a fucking hot shower to clear her mind. Yuna had passed out after a long day, completely knocked out on the bed, snoring softly. Aiko didn't want to bother her friend, but goddamn, she needed help.
She huffed, limping over to the sink to brush her teeth before attempting to get into the shower. Each step sent a dull ache through her leg, making it clear that trying to do this alone would be a disaster. She was about to give up and head back to bed when the door creaked open.
Heeseung stepped in, his eyes widening for a split second as he realized she was in the bathroom. "Oh, shit—sorry. I was just grabbing my jacket. Didn't mean to barge in."
Aiko blinked, caught off guard. "Uh, no. It's fine."
Heeseung grabbed his jacket from the chair, but instead of leaving, he lingered. He noticed the way Aiko was shifting her weight, clearly uncomfortable. His brows furrowed, concern flashing across his face. "You alright?"
"Yeah, I just—" Aiko sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I'm trying to shower, but my leg's being a pain in the ass, and Yuna's passed out."
Heeseung looked at her, silent for a moment. Then, with a sigh of his own, he walked over. "Want me to help you?"
Aiko's eyes widened, and she immediately shook her head. "Help me? In the shower? No way."
"I'm not gonna strip you down or anything," he smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "You can keep your clothes on, I'll just help you get in and out. You're struggling."
Aiko hesitated, glancing down at her leg, then back at Heeseung. The idea of him seeing her in such a vulnerable state sent a jolt of something through her—something she wasn't sure how to deal with. But, truthfully, she did need the help.
"Fine," she muttered, avoiding his gaze. "But I'm not getting naked, and if you make this weird, I'm kicking your ass."
He chuckled, pushing off the doorframe and stepping closer. "Wouldn't dream of it."
Aiko felt her heart speed up as Heeseung came closer, his broad frame towering over her. She tried to ignore the electricity in the air as he slipped his arm around her waist, helping her stand up straight. The warmth of his skin against hers sent a shiver down her spine, and she cursed under her breath.
"You good?" Heeseung asked, his voice low, his breath fanning across her cheek as he held her close.
"Yeah, fine. Just get me to the shower," Aiko grumbled, trying to sound annoyed, but she couldn't ignore the way her heart was hammering in her chest.
He helped her walk, the two of them moving slowly across the small room. Their bodies were pressed closer than they'd ever been before, his arm firm around her waist, her hand resting on his chest for support. Each step felt like it was charged with tension, neither of them acknowledging the heat simmering between them, but both of them feeling it.
When they reached the shower, Aiko hesitated for a moment. She was wearing a tank top and shorts, but somehow, standing this close to Heeseung in such a vulnerable moment made her feel exposed. He must've sensed it because he gave her a soft smile, stepping back slightly.
"Do you need help getting in, or you got it?" he asked, his voice unusually gentle.
"I can manage from here," she muttered, her cheeks flushing. "Just... grab me some clothes for when I'm done, yeah?"
He nodded. "Yeah, no problem."
Aiko stepped into the shower, closing the glass door behind her, her heart still racing. As the warm water hit her skin, she leaned against the wall, her mind spinning. All she could think about was Heeseung—how close he'd been, how his touch lingered on her skin even after he'd let go.
She pressed her forehead against the cool tile, trying to calm down, but it was no use. Every inch of her body buzzed with the memory of his hands on her waist, the way his chest had felt under her palm. The tension between them was impossible to ignore now, and no matter how hard she tried to push it away, it kept creeping back into her mind.
What the fuck is wrong with me? She thought, scrubbing shampoo into her hair, trying to shake off the feeling. It wasn't like this was the first time Heeseung had been close to her, but this... this was different. There was something between them, something that neither of them wanted to talk about but couldn't deny.
Outside the bathroom, Heeseung sat on the edge of Aiko's bed, his hands resting on his knees. He stared at the floor, his thoughts racing just as fast as hers. Her skin had been so soft under his hands, her body so close to his that he could still feel her warmth. He clenched his fists, trying to ignore the pull he felt toward her, the way his body reacted to hers.
This is bad, he thought, running a hand through his hair. Real fucking bad. He knew there was something between them, some unspoken connection that had been growing stronger since she got hurt. But he couldn't let himself go there—not with Aiko. She was tough, resilient, and fierce, and getting involved with her would only complicate things. And yet, every time they were together, the tension was undeniable. It was like a current running beneath the surface, waiting to explode.
Aiko finished her shower, quickly drying off and slipping into the clothes Heeseung had grabbed for her. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves before stepping out. She was surprised to see him still sitting there, waiting for her.
"You didn't leave," she said, raising an eyebrow.
Heeseung shrugged, standing up. "Figured you might need help getting back to bed."
Aiko rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress the small smile tugging at her lips. "I could've managed."
"Uh-huh," Heeseung smirked, walking over to her. "Come on, let's get you back before you fall on your ass."
He slipped his arm around her waist again, and Aiko couldn't help the way her body tensed at the contact. His hand rested firmly on her side, guiding her with ease. They walked slowly back to her bed, and the entire time, neither of them spoke, the silence thick with the tension that had been growing between them for days.
As they reached the bed, Heeseung helped her sit down, his hand lingering on her waist for a moment longer than necessary. They exchanged a look—one filled with something unspoken, something dangerous—and for a split second, it felt like they might say something, might acknowledge the heat simmering between them.
But instead, Aiko shifted awkwardly, breaking the moment. "Thanks," she mumbled, avoiding his gaze.
Heeseung nodded, stepping back. "No problem. Get some sleep."
Aiko lay back against the pillows, watching as he turned to leave. But then, just as he reached the door, he paused, glancing back at her.
"You know," he said, his voice low, "if you ever need help again, don't hesitate to ask."
Aiko nodded, her heart still pounding. "Yeah... sure."
Heeseung gave her a small, almost reluctant smile before slipping out the door, leaving Aiko alone with her thoughts. She stared at the ceiling, her mind racing with the memory of his touch, the way his hand had felt on her waist, the warmth of his body against hers.
