He needed a woman and she was the perfect one. 'My Wife' That was all he said. That was all it took for my insides to flip. Just those two words. HIGHEST RANKING #1 enhypenff #1 jake #1 jungwon #3 niki #11 sunoo #4 parksunghoon #18 kimsunoo #2 nishimurariki #43 enha

𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛; 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴; 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝; 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 romance, drama, comedy, angst ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ The elevator doors slid shut, and Heeseung leaned back, his gaze drifting as another employee stood silently beside him. It wasn't until the lobby floor that things changed. The doors opened, and Park Yuri stepped in, her eyes meeting his for a brief moment. "Good morning." "Morning," he replied, smirking to himself, his thoughts drifting back to the previous night. The memory made his pulse quicken, and the smirk lingered. The elevator moved again, stopping at the next floor. The other employee stepped off, leaving just the two of them. Without a word, Heeseung reached for her wrist, pulling her close with a force that had her breath catching. "Come here," he murmured, his voice low. She didn't resist, kissing him back almost instantly, her fingers tangling in his shirt as his hand slid to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. Their kiss deepened, urgent, a silent exchange of everything they'd held back. A chime echoed as the elevator neared the next floor. Heeseung pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his smirk returning. "Fix your hair," he said quietly, stepping back as the doors opened. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ lee heeseung x oc ceo lee heeseung x assistant oc workers to lovers longer summary inside highest rankings: #1 enhypen #2 enhypenfanfic #1 heeseung #1 kimsunoo @enhaheart ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩

❛ It all started when she accidentally spilled coffee on a handsome young man who, unfortunately, was having a bad day. ❜ ― PARK SUNGHOON rikidazed, 2021.

One night. Just mojitos and a messy kiss. She wasn't supposed to see him again- But fate has a twisted sense of humor. Now they're best friends who flirt too much, fight too loud, and fall into bed way too often. No strings, no labels. Just feelings they pretend don't exist.