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Heeseung
Heeseung lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to shake off the thoughts that had been plaguing him all night. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get Aiko out of his mind. There was something about her, something that had crawled under his skin and refused to leave. It wasn't just the way she looked, though he couldn't deny how fucking gorgeous she was. It was more than that. It was the way she challenged him, how she didn't take his shit, how she made him feel like he was losing control—something he wasn't used to.
And then there was that moment in his office. The way she looked at him, the way she felt in his arms, the way he had wanted to kiss her so badly. He kept replaying it in his head, wondering what the hell was going on between them. He wasn't the type to get all worked up over someone, especially not someone like Aiko. But the truth was, when she got hurt by that fucking Neomorph, when he thought he might lose her, something inside him shifted.
A soft knock on his door pulled him out of his thoughts. He sat up, his heart suddenly beating faster. "Yeah?"
The door creaked open, and there she was. Aiko, standing in the doorway, looking a little hesitant but determined. He could see the slight limp in her step as she walked in, her eyes meeting his. She was wearing one of those oversized shirts that made her look even smaller than she was, her hair slightly messy, like she'd been tossing and turning in bed. He could relate.
"Heeseung," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Can we talk?"
He nodded, trying to keep his expression neutral even though his heart was racing. "Yeah, sure. Come in."
She closed the door behind her and limped over to the bed, sitting down on the edge, her eyes scanning the room as if searching for something to focus on. Heeseung couldn't help but admire the way the moonlight from the window highlighted her features, making her look almost ethereal. He had to remind himself to keep it together.
"What's on your mind?" he asked, leaning back against the headboard, trying to sound casual.
Aiko hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I just... I couldn't stop thinking about what happened in your office."
Heeseung's heart skipped a beat. "Yeah, me neither."
She looked up at him then, her eyes locking with his, and for a moment, it felt like time had stopped. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, the tension almost suffocating.
She scooted a little closer to him on the bed. "Do you remember when you told me I could come to you whenever?"
Heeseung nodded, swallowing hard. "Yeah, I remember."
"I'm here now," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I don't know why, but I just needed to talk. I needed to be around you."
Heeseung felt a warmth spread through his chest at her words. "I'm glad you came."
They sat there in silence for a moment, just looking at each other. Aiko finally broke the quiet, her voice softer now. "Tell me about your past, Heeseung. I want to know more about you."
Heeseung sighed, leaning back against the headboard again. "Well, I grew up in Korea. My family was pretty fucked up, to be honest. My dad was never around, and my mom... she tried, but she wasn't really there for me either. My little sister and I got along well though. but still, I guess I was always looking for something, someone, to fill that void."
Aiko listened intently, her eyes never leaving his. "That sounds rough."
Heeseung shrugged. "Yeah, but it made me who I am, I guess. I had to grow up fast, had to learn to take care of myself. That's why I'm such an asshole, I think."
Aiko chuckled softly, shaking her head. "You're not an asshole, Heeseung. You're just... guarded."
Heeseung smirked. "Is that your way of saying I'm a dick?"
Aiko laughed, the sound light and genuine. "Maybe. But I think there's more to you than that."
Heeseung felt a smile tug at the corners of his lips. "What about you? What was your life like in London?"
Aiko sighed, leaning back against the headboard next to him, their shoulders brushing slightly. "It was... different. My mom raised me on her own, and she did a damn good job. But I always felt like something was missing, like there was this whole other part of my life I didn't know about. London was my escape, my way of trying to figure out who I was. But I never really found the answers I was looking for."
Heeseung turned his head to look at her, his expression softening. "You're stronger than you think, you know that?"
Aiko shrugged, her eyes distant. "Maybe. But sometimes it feels like I'm just pretending to be strong."
Heeseung reached out, his hand brushing against hers, and she didn't pull away. "You're not pretending, Aiko. You're fucking badass. Don't ever doubt that."
Aiko looked up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Thanks, Heeseung. That means a lot."
They sat there, inches apart, the tension between them shifting from something heavy and unspoken to something more... intimate. Heeseung couldn't stop himself from noticing the way her hair fell across her face, the way her lips parted slightly as she breathed, the way her skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. He felt a pull toward her, a need to be closer, to touch her, to feel her against him.
But he held back. He couldn't let himself cross that line, not when there was so much at stake. He didn't say anything, but instead, they continued to talk—about nothing in particular, random things about their lives. He found himself telling her about the things he'd dreamed of when he was younger, things he'd never really told anyone. And she shared stories of her time in London, things she'd loved and hated about the city.
As the night wore on, their voices grew softer, their words slower. The sexual tension between them remained, unspoken and heavy in the air, but neither of them acknowledged it. Instead, they just let it hang there, both too scared to confront it, too afraid of what it might mean.
At some point, the conversation faded into silence. They didn't move, didn't pull away from each other. Heeseung found himself lying back on the bed, and before he knew it, Aiko had moved closer, resting her head on his shoulder. His arm found its way around her waist, pulling her closer without even thinking about it. It felt natural, like this was where she was supposed to be.
He lay there, his heart pounding in his chest, trying to ignore the way her body felt pressed against his. But eventually, the warmth of her body and the steady rhythm of her breathing lulled him into a peaceful sleep, his arm still wrapped protectively around her waist.
And as the night passed, they slept like that—close, intimate, and completely unaware of what the morning might bring.
