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Scientists at UC Riverside have demonstrated a new, RNA-based vaccine strategy that is effective against any strain of a virus and can be used safely even by babies or the immunocompromised.  Every year, researchers try to predict the four influenza strains that are most likely to be prevalent during the upcoming flu season. And every year, people line up to get their updated vaccine, hoping the researchers formulated the shot correctly. The same is true of COVID vaccines, which have been reformulated to target sub-variants of the most prevalent strains circulating in the U.S. This new strategy would eliminate the need to create all these different shots, because it targets a part of the viral genome that is common to all strains of a virus. The vaccine, how it works, and a demonstration of its efficacy in mice is described in a paper published today in the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences.  “What I want to emphasize about this vaccine strategy is that it is broad,” said UCR virologist and paper author Rong Hai. “It is broadly applicable to any number of viruses, broadly effective against any variant of a virus, and safe for a broad spectrum of people. This could be the universal vaccine that we have been looking for.”

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Me: oh yeah, if you think school photography is hard now, try imagining doing this with film.

The new girl: what’s film?

Me: … film. Like… film that goes in a film camera.

New girl: what’s that mean?

Me: … before cameras were digital.

New girl: how did you do it before digital?

Me:… with film? I haven’t had enough coffee for this conversation

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How Big are Iterators?

One thing Rain World does very well is portraying a sense of scale when it comes to iterators. They're massive superstructures large enough to have entire cities built on their roofs, and their processes are literally so powerful that they alter the natural environment around them.

I think in-game they're kind of meant to be unknowably huge, especially since the player character is literally a small animal who can't possibly fathom an iterator's entire extent. Despite this, I decided to try and figure out exactly how big they are.

Just a warning, this post is a bit long. I really fell down a rabbit hole here.

In-Game Clues

Five Pebbles and Looks to the Moon are the only iterators that the player can explore, but they're so huge that it's impossible to see exactly how big they are from so close. The only glimpse we get is from atop the big tree in Outer Expanse, where Five Pebbles' superstructure can be seen in the distance.

He's so big that his entire can doesn't even fit on the screen.

(Ditto, minus the clouds)

With nothing else close by to compare him to, it's almost impossible to tell exactly how big he is from this image.

However, we can see the entirety of other iterator cans in the distance from atop The Wall.

Here's what they look like not obscured by clouds:

The Speculation Zone

I made some assumptions about iterators to make my calculations easier.

An iterator's can (the large rectangular section) is 2 times as wide as it is tall.

Their legs are 1/2 the height of their can.

Their can is half obscured by a relatively uniform cloud layer.

These assumptions might not be entirely accurate, but they make the math easier.

Cloud Layer Height

At first I was tempted to try and estimate iterator height based on the cloud layer surrounding them, but I made the mistake of assuming the cloud layer is made up of rain-bearing nimbostratus clouds (which can reach up to 5km in height). This would make them literally taller than Mt. Everest. Iterators are big, but I don't think they're that big. I think it's safer to assume that the cloud layer is made up of low-lying stratus clouds that form a thick fog.

The way iterator rain functions could be an entirely different discussion, but I personally think it's caused by a sudden expulsion of large quantities of hot water vapor which very quickly condenses into rain clouds. A topic for another time, maybe. The takeaway is that I think the weather created by iterators doesn't have a clear analogue to real life weather, and it's misguided to assume that they function the same way.

Skyscraper Height

One thing that iterators have that can be compared to real life, however, is cities.

The largest buildings in these cities can be seen at a distance.

This in-game iterator sprite is 122 pixels tall, and the tallest building visible is 20 pixels tall. This means the top of this iterator's can is 5.6 times as tall as the tallest building on its roof.

We can compare these skyscrapers to the largest buildings on Earth. This requires some additional assumptions:

While the civilization that built the iterators is likely able to create skyscrapers much taller than the ones humans have created, I'm going to assume that the ones visible here are comparable in size.

I'm also going to assume that these skyscrapers are residential buildings, built to fit a high population density on top of an iterator. The tallest buildings on Earth tend to have very tall antenna spires which add to their overall height but are not inhabitable. Residential skyscrapers tend to be significantly shorter, so I'm going to use them as a comparison rather than the tallest skyscrapers on Earth in general.

According to Wikipedia, the current tallest residential skyscrapers range from about 300 meters to 475 meters tall. I'm going to assume the one in-game is 400 meters tall, as a nice even number.

5.6(400m) = 2240m

This would make an iterator's height, from ground level to the top of their can, about 2240 meters (2.24 kilometers, 1.4 miles).

Here's a diagram comparing that to the heights of some of the tallest free-standing manmade structures:

And here's a size comparison between a typical iterator can and Mount Everest:

Smaller than a mountain, but still huge.

Conclusions

Based on these estimates, I think typical iterator cans are about 2 kilometers (1.24 miles) in height.

This would make iterators significantly taller than anything created by humans, but I personally think an advanced society like the one that created the iterators would have no problem creating a structure this tall. (They canonically created thousands of iterators, after all.)

This estimate is also much shorter than my misguided original calculation, which made them taller than an entire mountain. While I do think iterators are meant to be unfathomably huge, I don't think there would be enough material on the planet to feasibly create thousands of identical mountain-sized superstructures. The player is also able to ascend from the ground to the top of Five Pebbles in just a few cycles (if they're quick), and I think it's much more feasible for an animal like a slugcat to be able to ascend a height of ~2km in a couple of days than to climb up an entire mountain. But again, this is pure speculation.

A made a ton of assumptions and rounded a bunch of numbers, so I could be completely wrong. There's probably other ways you could try to estimate an iterator's height that I haven't explored here. Let me know what you think; I love hearing about other people's ideas and theories.

Thank you for reading!

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⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ FORBIDDEN ATTRACTION ┊ LEE HEESEUNG

“are you sure you want to play with me?” 🥀 part of the forbidden attraction series 🥀 gryffindor!heeseung

also read . . . sunghoon┊jake┊jay

SUMMARY┊if anyone was more popular than you at hogwarts, that person had to be lee heeseung – the young quidditch prodigy who has every girl at his feet and every boy following him like his puppies.

and it doesn’t help that he’s so full of himself – a true gryffindor. especially since he’s so sure that he will win you over, no matter what. and you’re not blind, you can see how attractive he is. and perhaps you should feel honoured that he wants no one but you.

but should you give in so easily? or play with him your own way?

WARNINGS ┊SMUT! hard smut such as: strip tease, switch!heeseung but more dom!heeseung, extreme dirty talk, praise kink as well as degrading kink, oral sex ( f & m ), face sitting, thigh grinding, rough sex, unprotected sex, missionary, doggy style, mirror sex?, spanking, possessive!heeseung, orgasm control. // mention of jake and reader hooking up. mention of hoon and reader hooking up. slut shaming. sloooow burn. mean!jay. alcohol consumption. sunoo gets drunk lol. language. heeseung is morally questionable but he redeems himself i swear 🤞🏻 fighting, a bit of violence, some plot twists ;) HEESEUNG IS DOWN BAAAAAAAD

AUTHOR’S NOTE ┊guess who went through a writer’s block? that’s why it took me so long to publish this chapter. BUT this is the longest piece of writing i’ve ever made, like CRAZY LONG. i hope you enjoy it ! :)

Winter settles upon Hogwarts like a heavy cloak, wrapping the ancient castle and its grounds in a blanket of stillness and cold.

Outside, the gardens lie dormant beneath a layer of frost, their once-vibrant colors muted by the icy touch of winter. The Black Lake freezes over, its surface shimmering with a layer of delicate ice that glitters in the pale sunlight of the early afternoon.

But despite the cold and the darkness, there is a beauty to winter at Hogwarts that cannot be denied. The castle takes on a magical quality, its ancient towers and turrets outlined against the stark winter sky like something out of a fairy tale. It's quite peaceful, you have to admit.

And even if the days appear dull, life is still moving fast inside the walls of the castle.

Only its vast courtyards and gardens exude peace and tranquility, silence pervades each and every one of their spaces.

All but one.

The Quidditch pitch.

Here, the silence is broken by the sounds of what seems a never-ending practice. The Gryffindor team, unfazed by the lingering chill, soars through the air, their crimson robes billowing behind them.

Spectators, bundled in warm cloaks and scarves, sit in the stands, cheering for their friends with fervor. Their breath forms clouds in the cold air, but their enthusiasm never lessens – and neither does yours.

You weren’t familiar with the magical world of Quidditch, but the sheer dedication and teamwork the various players display on the pitch inspire you. And surely you can’t be the only one who‘s always left in awe whenever they play – their abilities are only but admirable.

“Who had the brilliant idea to play this stupid game in the middle of winter?”

Sunoo’s voice cuts through your thoughts, tinged with mock frustration as he wraps his scarf tighter around his neck.

“Sunoo…” you call his name, sighing at the sound of his annoyance – but of course, he wouldn’t be the best friend you so love if he didn’t complain about… anything, really.

An amused chuckle beside you interrupts your scolding, making your head turn to look at the Hufflepuff sitting next to you – it’s not rare nowadays that you get to spend most of your afternoons with Jake Sim, and today is no different.

“C’mon, give him a break. After all, it was strange that he hadn’t complained about something yet.” He smirks, meeting your gaze in a playful manner. “I’m not surprised Quidditch isn’t to his liking.”

Sunoo shoots him an almost offended gaze, pouting slightly as he eyes at the two of you. “I’m just saying, there are warmer ways to show school spirit.”

The yellow scarf around his neck almost hides Jake’s playful grin, while he shrugs off at Sunoo’s words. “True, but where’s the fun in that?”

You can’t help but shake your head, giggles escaping your lips at their banter; it almost surprises you how quickly the two of them became close. While Sunoo is more cunning and malicious, Jake walks around him as if he’s his gentle reminder to be less harsh and more kind.

Jake’s laughter gets interrupted by a chill running down his spine, the cold getting the best of him as you and Sunoo eye each other playfully.

“You were saying?” Sunoo chips with a smirk on his face.

Jake rolls his eyes at his words. “I never said I wasn’t cold,” he remarks, rubbing his hands together. “I’m fucking freezing, actually.”

You laugh at his words, noticing his reddening cheeks as he tries to warm himself, curling up slightly.

“Why did you come here, then?” you ask, your tone light and teasing, your breath visible in the crisp air.

Jake gives you a knowing smile, his eyes briefly flicking toward the Gryffindor Quidditch team still hard at practice. “You know why,” he replies, his gaze settling on the players.

You follow his gaze, taking in the sight in front of you; the beaters swing their bats with precision, sending Bludgers whizzing through the air, while Chasers pass the Quaffle with swift accuracy. The Keeper’s eyes are sharp, scanning the overcast sky for any upcoming ball.

Everyone’s eyes, however, as well as their excitement, is solely directed on one particular person.

You focus on his movements, barely able to keep up with him as he dives expertly to intercept a Quaffle, swerving to avoid a Bludger before passing the ball to a teammate with unerring accuracy.

His presence is magnetic, drawing all attention as he moves around with a blend of grace and power. You’ve never seen a captain so devoted, his shouts of encouragement to his team are both authoritative and supportive.

Everyone gasps in amusement as he unexpectedly executes a flawless loop, catching the Quaffle in mid-air and flashing a triumphant grin at the spectators.

The action itself almost makes your eyes roll. However, you can’t deny your intrigue at his abilities. It’s evident he loves the attention, basking in the admiration of the crowd, eyes wandering around the pitch while gracing everyone with one of his charming smiles.

But in all honesty, it’s nothing new for you.

Lee Heeseung, the Gryffindor Quidditch captain, has always had a natural talent to make everything about him – and theatrically so. Tall and athletic, with a mop of dark hair that’s always perfectly tousled, he exudes confidence both on and off the pitch.

You watch him as his piercing eyes, full of mischief and determination, scan the stands as if to ensure every single person has acknowledged his latest feat until, for a brief moment, his gaze locks on you. There’s a flicker of recognition, and his confident grin widens into a teasing smirk. It’s a small, almost imperceptible shift, but you catch it, and for some reason it sends a thrill through you.

Although you blame the cold for your… unusual reaction.

“Ah, so it’s for the captain,” Sunoo’s voice awakens you once again as you meet his gaze, noticing his sparkling eyes set on the Hufflepuff next to you. “I didn’t take you for a fan.”

Jake chuckles, his breath puffing out in a cloud. “He’s my best friend, he’d never let me hear the end of it if I didn’t come to the last practise before the big game.”

“Still,” you barge in, your eyes wandering around you as you take in the large number of students gathered in the stands. “That doesn’t explain all this fuss for a simple practise.”

Your words catch the attention of a few girls standing behind you, whose harsh looks are enough to cut you deeper than a knife.

“Y/N, you know damn well,” Sunoo’s response hits you, his choice of words making Jake fight a chuckle. “It’s Heeseung we’re talking about. He’s practically a celebrity around here.”

Jake nods in agreement. “He’s got this way of making even the most muggle thing seem extraordinary. Plus, everyone wants a glimpse of what he’s planning for the big game.”

You can’t help but huff in annoyance, although you admit to yourself how greatly Heeseung thrives under pressure, always looking for an opportunity to showcase his talent and impress the crowd. “He does have a flair for the dramatic.”

Sunoo snorts. “A flair? That’s an understatement. He loves the spotlight more than anyone I’ve ever seen. Even more than you.”

You nod absentmindedly as your friend nudges at you, your gaze drifting back to Heeseung as he effortlessly commands the pitch. It’s hard to deny his magnetic presence, even if you’ve never quite warmed up to him.

Heeseung’s reputation as a popular heartthrob precedes him – he’s known for his charm and his string of fleeting romantic encounters, although romantic is not the word you’d use. You’ve seen the way he interacts with others, always with that same confident smirk and twinkle in his eyes and it almost irritated you how easily he got away with anything thanks to his charisma.

And how easily everyone fell on their knees for him.

Despite that, you can’t help but be captivated by him. There’s something intoxicating about the way he moves, the way he carries himself with such self-assuredness.

And you’re not foreign to his constant, endless ways to catch your attention whenever he can – Heeseung might be the Quidditch star and Gryffindor’s golden boy, but your presence commands just as much attention.

You’ve always been the center of admiration, not just for your looks but for your intelligence, charm, and effortless charisma. Every hallway you walk down, every class you attend, eyes follow you, whispers trailing behind.

Your popularity isn’t just a badge; it’s a crown. And Heeseung, despite his status, is acutely aware of it. He craves your attention, your acknowledgment, because in the world of Hogwarts, having your favor is akin to holding the highest honor.

And the fact that your impeccable reputation has not yet been damaged fascinates him even more.

You’ve noticed the way his eyes linger on you whenever you walk past him, the way he seems to go out of his way to catch your attention. It could be a simple action – an innocent yet precise bump on your shoulder – or even a few teasing words, and yet you never give him the satisfaction of being totally perceived by you. As if you’re completely unphased by his presence.

It’s almost amusing how transparent his attempts are, yet you continue to play along by feigning indifference.

The truth is you enjoy the thrill of it – the unspoken game between you two. Because he might not know, but it is a game for you, indeed. The way he tries to impress you, the subtle glances he shoots your way, the extra flair in his movements whenever he knows you’re watching – it’s all part of the dance you both partake in, though you always make sure to keep the upper hand.

The main difference is that Heeseung is almost desperate for your attention, always going the extra mile to draw you in, yet you maintain a cool detachment. It’s amusing, really, how the Gryffindor captain, adored by so many, is continually seeking your validation.

“And why did you come here?” Jake’s words surprise you, his teasing tone hitting you playfully as Sunoo adds himself to the conversation.

“Yeah, enlighten us,” Sunoo’s tone is sneakier than Jake’s. “Since you dragged me here and made me go through this torture.”

You smirk, glancing between the two of them. “Just because,” you say lightly, shrugging your shoulders.

Sunoo raises an eyebrow, a knowing look in his eyes. “Uh-huh. Just because?”

You shrug at his words, both your silence and the small smirk plastered on your face adding fuel to Sunoo and Jake’s curiosity. Your eyes wander back to the game in front of you, gaze searching for one person only.

But it doesn’t take long as you’re immediately met with an impeding figure flying on his broom, eyes boring into yours as he cheekily smiles when he notices your eyes set on him. Again.

Heeseung hovers for a moment, his eyes locked on yours, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. He executes a sharp turn, showing off with a graceful dive that has a bunch of girls gasping and cheering. He loops back up effortlessly, making his way toward your section of the stands.

Suddenly, a Bludger comes out of nowhere, narrowly missing his head. Heeseung reacts with lightning speed, dodging the flying ball and catching it with one hand, his reflexes impressive.

“Watch out, Captain!” One of his teammates, whose name you recall being Soobin, shouts from across the pitch.

Heeseung laughs, tossing the Bludger back into play with a casual flick of his wrist. “Yeah, thanks for the warning,” he calls back, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Show-off,” you mutter under your breath, though you can’t help but be impressed. He really is good.

Jake doesn’t seem to hear your huffed words as his voice gets tinted with concern. “He seems distracted,” he remarks.

Sunoo, who’s been quiet for the past few minutes (a challenge, you’d say), sends you a knowing look, smirking to himself as he notices a barely visible twinkle in your eyes as you look at the Gryffindor. He’d recognise that gaze everywhere – the one that’s hiding something intriguing.

And suddenly, something clicks in his brain.

That maybe, just maybe, this isn’t the first time he caught Lee Heeseung getting distracted by none other than you.

TWO DAYS BEFORE

The Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade was a haven of warmth and cheer amidst the winter chill.

The pub is bustling with students, their faces flushed from the cold, now glowing in the flickering light of the fireplace. The walls are adorned with old Quidditch memorabilia, enchanted paintings, and posters of past Hogsmeade events, giving the place a lived-in, timeless charm.

Students from all houses mingle, their rivalries set aside in the friendly, festive environment of the pub – everyone likes to find a lame excuse to have fun during the cold, endless winter at Hogwarts.

In one corner, a group of third-years are trying (and failing) to get the attention of Madam Rosmerta, while in another, a couple of seventh-years are deep in a serious discussion, likely about the upcoming exams.

However, it’s useless to say that everyone’s attention is solely set towards a large table near the center of the pub, where the Gryffindor Quidditch team is gathered.

Their animated chatter and bursts of laughter add liveliness to the loud ambiance. The various teammates are happily chatting, discussing their recent practice and strategies for the upcoming match, their faces alight with excitement.

And of course, the Captain himself sits among them, his easy confidence and charm making him the natural center of attention.

Differently from his teammates – busy coming up with new game strategies – his attention is focused on a girl sitting beside him, a Ravenclaw with bright eyes and an evident interest in the Gryffindor captain. He leans in close, his voice low and smooth as he speaks to her, clearly enjoying the way she hangs on his every word. His hand rests casually on the back of her chair, his posture relaxed and confident.

Heeseung’s flirtation is blatant, his laughter ringing out at her every comment, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He’s in his element, basking in the attention and admiration that always seems to follow him.

The girl giggles at something he says, her cheeks flushing with delight, and he grins, clearly pleased with himself.

She listen in amusement while she takes a bite of her chocolate frog, and a smudge of chocolate appears on her lips. Heeseung notices immediately, his smile turning playful. “You’ve got something right here,” he says, gesturing to his own lips.

She raises a hand to wipe it off, but Heeseung catches her wrist gently. “Let me,” he offers, his tone warm and teasing. He leans in temptingly, bring in his thumb to her lower lip, carefully wiping the chocolate away, his touch lingering just a fraction longer than necessary.

The girl’s breath catches, her cheeks flushing deeper as she looks up at him. “Uh… thanks,” she murmurs, her eyes wide with admiration.

Heeseung’s smile turns into a satisfied smirk, clearly enjoying the effect he has on her. “Anytime,” he replies smoothly. “It’s the least I can do for such a pretty girl.”

As he leans back, he makes sure to maintain eye contact, his expression a mix of charm and confidence. The girl’s eyes never leave his, clearly captivated by his antics.

The interaction doesn’t go unnoticed by the other students, but Heeseung seems completely at ease, and it’s clear that he’s enjoying every moment of the evening.

That is, until you walk in.

The door to the Three Broomsticks swings open, letting in a gust of cold air as you and Sunoo step inside. The warmth of the pub envelops you, and the buzz of conversations momentarily quiets as several heads turn to acknowledge your arrival. It’s impossible to ignore the shift in the atmosphere – your presence always commands attention.

Sunoo, being his extrovert self, waves cheerfully at a group of students nearby before guiding you towards an empty table. You follow, offering polite nods and smiles to those who greet you. Your eyes, however, can’t help but flicker towards the center of the room where Heeseung sits – it’s impossible not to when the Gryffindor Quidditch team continues to get louder and louder.

Heeseung’s gaze locks onto you the moment you enter, his easy confidence faltering for just a second. The playful smirk he had been directing at the Ravenclaw girl fades slightly as he watches you make your way through the crowd. His eyes linger on you, taking in every detail; the way you brush a few snowflakes from your cloak, the light in your eyes as you smile at a passing friend.

He’s totally smitten by your presence only.

And that doesn’t go unnoticed by the girl next to him.

She frowns slightly, her earlier delight fading as she senses the shift in Heeseung’s attention. She turns back to him, trying to regain his focus. “Heeseung,” she says, her voice soft but insistent. “You were telling me about that last Quidditch match…”

Heeseung blinks, momentarily brought back to the present. “Oh, right,” he replies, but his usual smoothness is gone. He starts to recount the details, but his eyes keep drifting back to you, his words trailing off more than once.

You and Sunoo settle into your seats, the warm ambiance of the pub enveloping you both. Sunoo scans the room, a bored expression pictured on his candid face.

“Absolute waste of time coming here,” Sunoo mutters, crossing his arms, and you can’t help but slap his arm playfully. “Seriously, there’s nothing to dooooo.”

You laugh, knowing exactly what he’s trying to say. “Don’t you remember the last time we came here and you almost choked on your third Butterbeer ‘cause you were too wasted to drink normally?” Your question comes off as a teasing. “I certainly do, so behave for today.”

Sunoo rolls his eyes, a playful grin on his face. “That was Jake’s fault! He kept daring me to drink more.”

You laugh again, shaking your head. “But you didn’t have to take every dare.”

Sunoo sighs dramatically, leaning back on his chair.

“Although technically that was Heeseung’s fault.”

You give him a confused gaze, before it clicks. Truthfully, it was Jake who convinced you and Sunoo to drink Butterbeer instead of your usual hot chocolate, but only because he was influenced by Heeseung himself.

It was during one of those rare Hogsmeade weekends when the whole group had decided to relax. You, Jake, Sunoo and a few others had gathered at the Three Broomsticks.

It started when Jake noticed Heeseung at the bar with a mug of Butterbeer in hand. He, with his ever-present smirk, had gestured the Hufflepuff over, challenging him to keep up with his drinking. And surprisingly Jake turned out to be one the never backs down from a challenge, and he ended dragging you and Sunoo, insisting that you all drink.

And that’s how you found yourselves at the bar, clinking mugs of Butterbeer, the sweet, frothy beverage going down smoother than you expected. It didn’t take long for the effects to kick in, the world around you becoming a little more vibrant, your laughter a little louder, and your movements a little less coordinated.

Sunoo had been the first to feel the full effects, nearly falling off his stool after his first mug. Jake wasn’t far behind, his face flushed and his words slurred as he tried to keep up with his best friend. And then there was Heeseung, who seemed to handle his drink with ease, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he watched the rest of you struggle.

It was his fault indeed.

And here you are now, a week later with a wave of nausea haunting you everytime you remember the intake of alcohol you consumed in one evening.

“Speaking of which.” Sunoo breaks the silence, mischief evident in his gaze as he looks over to the Gryffindor Quidditch team table. “Looks like someone can’t take his eyes off you.”

You follow Sunoo’s gaze and catch none other than Heeseung staring in your direction. The second he notices you looking back, he quickly diverts his attention, but not before you see a hint of a smirk on his face.

“Typical,” you mutter, rolling your eyes, although you fight off a smirk as you watch him tense in his spot, feeling your gaze on him.

Sunoo snickers. “He’s so obvious. It’s almost painful to watch.”

You glance over at Heeseung, who quickly looks away, pretending to be engrossed in his conversation. You can’t help but smirk, enjoying the game more than you’d care to admit. “Let him stare,” you say nonchalantly, though your eyes flicker back to him, betraying a hint of curiosity.

Sunoo hums at your words, soon noticing the playful glint in your eyes. “You know he’s just waiting for a chance to make his move, right?”

You nod at his words, shrugging it off as you meet your friend’s gaze in a sneaky manner. “Don’t know. He seems pretty busy to me.”

You smirk, glancing over at Heeseung who, despite his apparent interest in the conversation with the girl next to him, keeps sneaking glances your way.

“He’s not very subtle, though. Seems like he wants you to notice.” Sunoo laughs, clearly enjoying the game in front of him. “But again, when is he not trying to catch your attention?”

Sunoo’s right; ever since your first year at Hogwarts, you’ve been the main source of entertainment for Lee Heeseung. The endless pranks, the not-so-subtle attempts to get your attention, and the playful banter that always seemed to follow wherever you went. Despite his cocky demeanor and penchant for showing off, you had to admit he brought a certain excitement to your dull school days.

And today is not different, as you anticipate for any of his usual moves on you.

That, before your attention drifts away to Sunoo’s sudden raise of voice.

“Alright, I’m getting bored. Come with me.”

Sunoo grabs your arm and starts to drag you toward the bar stools, but you resist slightly, hitting him with a playful pout.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he warns, before tugging at your arm once again. “We need to drink, now. It’s either that or I’ll have to watch the Gryffindor captain drool after you.”

You chuckle at Sunoo’s dramatics, shaking your head in amusement. “Alright, alright,” you reply, allowing him to guide you towards the bar.

As you approach the counter, you can’t help but steal a glance towards the Gryffindor table. Heeseung’s charismatic presence is hard to miss, his laughter and playful demeanor drawing attention from all around.

His gaze, however, lingers on you as you walk past his table, his eyes following your every move with an unmistakable intensity. There’s a playful smirk tugging at his lips, his expression filled with a mix of admiration and amusement. He doesn’t even attempt to conceal his blatant staring, his boldness only adding to the intrigue of the moment.

As you pass by, you can feel the weight of his gaze on you, sending a shiver down your spine despite yourself. It’s not the first time Heeseung has openly admired you, but there’s something about the way he looks at you that never fails to send a thrill through your veins.

Sunoo notices the exchange and lets out an amused chuckle, nudging you playfully. “If he wasn’t hot he’d be a loser,” he teases, his eyes dancing with mischief.

You shush him quickly, giggling at his words as you arrive at the bar stool. “What? Only a loser wants a girl for so long without getting noticed.”

You roll your eyes at his remark, but there’s a hint of satisfaction in your smile as you sit down.

Although, Sunoo is not exactly right in this case – because despite your coldness and indifference, you can’t help but enjoy the way he longs after you. And a part of you feels genuinely surprised about the fact that he had never gave up on you.

You and Sunoo order your drinks, engaging in lively conversation while waiting for them, the cozy ambiance of the pub enveloping you.

However, the tranquility of the moment is abruptly shattered by the arrival of a group of Slytherins, led by none other than Park Jongseong. Or Jay, as he’s mostly known as.

The atmosphere shifts as Jay and his friends approach the bar, their presence casting a shadow over your conversation with Sunoo. You can feel the tension in the air thickening, a sense of unease settling over you as Jay’s eyes lock onto yours with a predatory glint.

Suddenly – right when Madam Rosmerta hands you one Butterbeer – Jay deliberately bumps into your shoulder, the glass dangerously shaking your hand as a few drops fall on your uniform.

His smirk widens into a smug grin as he looks down at you. “Watch where you’re going, princess,” Jay sneers, his voice dripping with contempt; you lost count on how many times you had to hear these very same words whenever you encountered him.

Your jaw clenches at his taunting tone, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, you hold his gaze, your eyes blazing with silent challenge.

“Funny, I was just about to say the same to you,” you retort, your tone icy. “What is it? You can’t walk straight now?”

Sunoo shoots you a warning glance, sensing the brewing irritation between you and Jay. “Don’t start anything, Y/N,” he murmurs, attempting to diffuse the tension.

You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to calm down. You know he’s right – it’s not worth getting into a discussion with Jay, especially not here in the pub.

But as you turn away from Jay, you catch a glimpse of Heeseung out of the corner of your eye. Despite being surrounded by his friends at the Gryffindor table, his attention seems fixated on you and Jay’s interaction. His usual confident demeanor is replaced by a subtle furrow of his brow, a flicker of concern crossing his features.

Jay seems unfazed by Sunoo’s warning, his smirk growing more evident as he leans in closer, his gaze challenging. “Still as feisty as ever, I see. Shame your attitude doesn’t match your looks.”

Sunoo gasps in disbelief, his eyes widening with shock at the audacity of Jay’s insult towards you. But before you can react, a sudden movement catches your attention.

Heeseung – whose attention is solely drifted to you – rises from his seat and excuses himself with a casual wave to his friends. The girl next to him is left eyed-widened, staring as he walks towards the bar stool.

His confident strides carry him across the crowded pub floor, his gaze fixed on you and Jay.

With calculated precision, Heeseung maneuvers through the throng of students until he’s standing directly behind Jay. He bumps into his shoulder, causing him to stumble forward and collide with you. The impact sends your drink soaring through the air, its contents splattering across Jay’s pristine uniform.

“Shit– sorry man,” he says, his tone dripping with insincerity as he glances Jay’s drenched uniform. “You alright?”

“What the fuck?” Jay’s eyes narrow in suspicion as he wipes the Butterbeer from his face, his expression darkening with each passing moment. “Do you think this is funny, Heeseung?” he snarls, his voice laced with venom.

Heeseung shrugs casually, his smirk widening into a grin. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replies innocently, though the mischief in his eyes betrays his true intentions.

Sunoo chuckles beside you, thoroughly entertained by the exchange. You, on the other hand, are left utterly surprised.

Jay shoots you and Heeseung a glare, his expression a mix of anger and shame. “This isn’t over,” he mutters under his breath before turning on his heel and storming out of the pub, his entourage of Slytherins trailing behind him.

As soon as the door closes behind Jay, Sunoo bursts into laughter, the sound infectious. “And I thought I was the dramatic one,” he says between laughs, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

You join Sunoo into a fit of giggles while Heeseung, still standing beside you, lets out a small chuckle, clearly amused by the whole situation.

“Guess I saved your drink,” he says, leaning in slightly. “What would you do without me?”

You give him a sidelong glance, trying to suppress the smile tugging at your lips. “Don’t get too full of yourself,” you retort, though your tone lacks any real bite.

Heeseung’s smirk widens. “Too late for that,” he says, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Besides, you know you enjoyed the show.”

“Mhm, sure,” you reply, and despite your indifferent tone there’s still a hint of amusement. You take a sip of your Butterbeer, letting the warmth spread through you as you pretend to be unfazed.

Heeseung leans in closer, lowering his voice just enough for only you to hear. “Come on, admit it. You loved every second.”

You roll your eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “If it keeps Jay off my back, then maybe.”

Sunoo watches the exchange with keen interest, his own smirk forming. “Why did you come here, exactly?” he teases Heeseung, tone playful.

“To order a drink,” Heeseung shrugs although his smirk never falters. “And to rescue a pretty girl in distress, of course,” he quips, his eyes flicking to you with a teasing glint.

You roll your eyes at his response. “I hardly think I was in distress,” you retort, though there’s a hint of amusement in your voice.

Sunoo chuckles, clearly entertained by the banter. “I figured,” he says, shaking his head. “But I guess I should thank you, Heeseung. You did save us from Jay picking on us as his usual.”

Heeseung shrugs nonchalantly, though there’s a smug satisfaction in his expression. His eyes are still on your figure, head tilting as he waits for you to thank him as well.

You catch his expectant gaze and roll your eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “Don’t hold your breath,” you say dryly. “And don’t pretend you don’t like putting your nose in things that don’t revolve around you.”

It takes a few seconds before you notice the slight change of demeanour in Heeseung – almost as if your words took him aback, if not even embarrassed him.

But then, he leans in slightly, his smirk widening. “Oh, come on. I think I deserve at least a thank you for saving you from Jay’s charming company,” he teases, gaining back his confidence.

Sunoo snickers beside you, nudging you with his elbow. “He’s got a point, you know,” he says, adding fuel to the fire.

You sigh dramatically, turning to face Heeseung fully. “Alright, fine. Thank you, Heeseung, for your valiant rescue,” you say, your tone tinted with sarcasm.

Heeseung grins triumphantly, his eyes twinkling with satisfaction. “Anytime, pretty,” he replies, giving you a mock bow that earns a laugh from Sunoo.

A loud whistle interrupts your moment, a teammate of Heeseung calling his name short after as he catches his attention. Despite not wanting to – deliberately ignoring his friends’ calls – he excuses himself to return to his table, but not before giving you one last teasing look.

“Try not to get into too much trouble without me,” he quips, earning another eye roll from you.

“Don’t worry, I think I’ll manage,” you retort, watching as he saunters back to his friends.

Turns out you couldn’t manage at all.

An hour later, in fact, you find Sunoo leaning heavily against you, his laughter slurred and his steps unsteady. “I told you… the Ravenclaw prefect is toooootally into you,” he slurs, giggling uncontrollably.

“Sunoo, shush,” you hiss, struggling to keep him upright. “You’re being loud. And I told you many times already, Sunghoon and I are just friends.”

Sunoo snickers, leaning more heavily against you. “Friends who make passionate loooove.”

You clamp a hand over his mouth, eyes darting around to make sure no one else is listening. “It’s called sex, Sunoo. Nothing more.”

He giggles against your palm, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Still, sounds like you’re in denial–”

You sigh as he hiccups, trying to keep him upright as you push both of your bodies around the crowded pub. “Alright, I need to get you back to Hogwarts before a teacher catches us,” you mutter, glancing around to ensure no one is watching too closely.

Getting Sunoo out of the pub and into the chilly evening air is no small feat. He stumbles along beside you, his weight making it difficult to maintain a steady pace. The cold breeze makes it harder for you to move as swiftly as you intend to, but as you’re about to give up and sit him down on the snow to catch your breath, a familiar voice calls out.

“Need some help there?”

You turn to see Heeseung approaching, a knowing smirk on his face. “What did he drink? The whole barrel?” he jokes, assessing Sunoo’s state.

“Basically,” you respond, not being able to suppress a laughter as you shrug slightly, trying to catch your breath.

Heeseung steps in, easily taking Sunoo’s other arm and lifting some of the weight off you. “Alright, let’s get him back to the castle before Filch decides to do a surprise patrol.”

“Wait,” you stop him, his eyes darting to you as he’s left puzzled. “What about your teammates?”

Heeseung glances back towards the direction of the pub, not a hint of hesitation crossing his face. “They’ll manage without me for a while,” he replies with a shrug. “Besides, they’ve probably already found new distractions.”

“You seemed rather distracted as well,” you find yourself saying, although you realize you sound as if you’ve actually payed attention to what he was doing.

Heeseung raises an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “Oh? So you were watching me?”

You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the way your heart skips a beat at his tone. “I just happened to notice, that’s all.”

“Yeah? And what else did you notice?” You can’t help but catch the teasing in his tone, his voice somehow sounding steadier than yours despite holding Sunoo with his weight.

“That you diverted your attention from that girl to… something else, perhaps?” you say, trying to keep your voice light despite the underlying curiosity.

Heeseung chuckles softly, adjusting his grip on Sunoo who seemed to have fallen into a slumber. “Maybe I was just keeping an eye on certain people. Making sure they didn’t get into too much trouble.”

You scoff, giving him a sideways glance. “Right. Like you were really worried about anyone but yourself.”

He shrugs, a playful glint in his eyes.

“Believe it or not, I do care about more than just myself sometimes.”

There’s a moment of silence as you both walk side by side, the cool night air wrapping around you.

You ponder about your words, a twinge of guilt tugs at your conscience. Despite your usual banter with Heeseung, you can’t shake the feeling that perhaps you’ve been too harsh this time.

You steal a glance at him, noting the playful glint in his eyes that you’ve come to know so well. But beneath the facade, there’s something else, something softer, that you can’t quite place.

“I’m sorry,” you say softly, breaking the silence between you. “I didn’t mean to come off as… dismissive.”

Heeseung’s playful expression softens, replaced by a more contemplative look. “It’s okay, Y/N,” he responds, his voice surprisingly gentle. “I know you didn’t mean it.”

His understanding catches you off guard, and for a moment, you’re struck by the sincerity in his words. Despite your usual banter and occasional clashes, there’s a depth to Heeseung that you hadn’t fully appreciated before.

As you meet his gaze, you notice a softness in his eyes, a genuine warmth that betrays his usual cocky demeanor. There’s something tender in the way he looks at you, as if he sees beyond the facade you both often put up.

His gaze on you is intense, unwavering, but then, unexpectedly, Heeseung breaks the eye contact, his usual confidence momentarily faltering.

You blink, surprised by the sudden shift in his demeanor. It’s as if the vulnerability he briefly revealed was too much for him to bear, and he retreats back behind the mask of his usual cockiness.

“Although I would have done anything to make a fool out of Jay Park.” He breaks the silence with a chuckle, attempting to lighten the atmosphere. “His Slytherin ass needs to learn a lesson.”

You nod, a knowing look in your eyes. “Jay’s not the type to let things slide. He’ll definitely get back at us. But I have a feeling he’ll end up annoying me even more.”

Heeseung raises his eyebrow, a smirk plastered on his lips. “Don’t worry. When he does, I’ll be there to rescue you again. Knight in shining armor and all that shit.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “You wish.”

“Oh, I don’t need to wish.” His grin widens as he sends you a knowing look, eyes locked into yours as his gaze shifts slightly. “I’ll be there, trust me.”

His words hang in the air, carrying a weight of assurance that surprises you. It’s not just the promise of being there for you in moments of need, but the underlying implication that he’s always been there, somehow, even when you hadn’t realized it.

You can’t help but reflect on the countless times Heeseung has crossed paths with you. Despite not being close friends, there’s an undeniable pattern to your interactions – a subtle dance of coincidences that always seems to bring you together.

It’s as if Heeseung has a natural talent at being in the right place at the right time, always ready with a casual remark or a teasing smile that draws you in, despite your best efforts to maintain your distance.

And now, as you stand in the quiet of the night, you wonder if everything is just a mere coincidence or perhaps something more.

Suddenly, you hear Sunoo mumble something, his words barely coherent as he shifts against your side. You and Heeseung exchange amused glances, trying to stifle your laughter.

“He’s going to have a rough morning,” Heeseung comments with a smirk, shaking his head in amusement.

After a long walk from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts, you manage to enter the castle undisturbed, remaining on guard in case any of your teachers or prefects find you wondering around with a heavily drunk Sunoo.

Finally you and Heeseung arrive in front of the Slytherin common room, carefully supporting Sunoo’s weight between you.

Silence fills the deserted corridor as you exchange a glance with Heeseung, until you hear footsteps echo down the hallway, and your eyes widen as you see Lee Minho, the Slytherin prefect, rounding the corner.

He stops in his tracks, raising an eyebrow at the sight before him. “What are you two doing here?” he demands, clearly annoyed.

Heeseung steps forward, his tone confident. “We found Sunoo like this,” he lies smoothly, gesturing to Sunoo’s slumbering form. “Thought it best to bring him back before he gets into any trouble.”

Minho eyes you both warily, his annoyance evident. “Captain, what a surprise,” he says dryly, his gaze shifting from you to Heeseung. “This is becoming a habit, isn’t it?”

Heeseung offers a casual grin. “Come on, Minho, just helping out a friend.”

The Prefect sighs, but after a moment’s consideration, he mutters the password to the common room. The door appears magically in front of you, revealing the dimly lit interior.

“Fine,” Minho grumbles, stepping aside to let you pass,“But next time, try not to make it a habit of bringing your drunken friends to the common room. It’s not my job to babysit.”

“Whoever said it was your job?” you retort, annoyed by Minho’s dismissive behavior.

Minho’s eyes narrow slightly, but then a flicker of recognition passes over his face. “Mhm, Y/N,” he says, his tone slightly more endearing now. “Why am I not surprised to see you here?”

You raise an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Heeseung cuts in before Minho can respond, his tone light yet firm. “Just help us get Sunoo to his dorm, Minho. We all need to get back before we get caught out here.”

Minho lets out a sigh, clearly annoyed but willing to comply. “Fine. But don’t make this a habit,” he mutters, casting one last look at Sunoo before turning to lead the way.

As you follow Minho, you arrive to the main room – thankfully not as full as you feared – wasting no time in placing Sunoo onto a nearby sofa, ensuring he’s comfortable.

You stretch your arms, feeling the strain. “I forgot how heavy he is to carry around.” You try to ease the tension, making Heeseung laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

To your surprise, Sunoo stirs. “I heard you,” he mumbles, his eyes remaining closed, but there’s a faint, amused smile on his lips.

You and Heeseung exchange a startled glance before bursting into laughter. “Looks like he’s more awake than we thought,” Heeseung says, still chuckling.

“Wait– Lee Heeseung?!” Sunoo’s high pitched tone echoes in the empty room, one of his eyes opening comically as he scans the Gryffindor in front of him.

Heeseung’s smirk widens as he looks down at Sunoo, clearly amused by his reaction. “Yeah, that’s me,” he replies, his tone teasing.

Sunoo blinks slowly, trying to process the information. “Wow, why are you he-here?,” he slurs slightly, a lopsided grin forming on his face.

His eyes move towards you, eyes shooting open as his gaze falls back and forth between the two of you; you barely noticed the proximity of your bodies, but – despite his drunken state – Sunoo catches it immediately.

His eyes glare at you in mock realization, a mischievous glint appearing in them. “Oh, I get it,” he says, his words slurred. “You’re here to sweep Y/N off her feet, right?”

“Sunoo, shut your–” You don’t finish the phrase, a loud sigh escaping your lips as you wonder what have you done wrong to find yourself in a situation such as this.

Heeseung, however, just laughs, his smirk growing wider. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he teases, his gaze flickering to you briefly before returning to Sunoo.

“Whatever,” Sunoo shrugs, giving you a cheeky smile before speaking again, “everyone knows you’re obsessed with her.”

You widen your eyes at Sunoo’s blunt words, shooting him a warning look. But Heeseung just laughs, unfazed by the accusation. “I prefer the term ‘admire,’” he quips, his tone light.

At Heeseung’s response, a sense of surprise washes over you. His nonchalant demeanor catches you off guard, but there’s also a hint of something else – a flicker of curiosity perhaps, at his unexpected confession.

He notices your surprised expression, sending you a playful smile, and you barely manage to mask the slight flutter in your stomach at his action.

Sunoo chuckles, leaning back against the sofa with a satisfied grin. “Sure, sure. Admire, obsess… abracadabra, avada kedavra.”

You and Heeseung immediately fall into a fit of shush’s, covering his mouth as he shamelessly giggles out loud. The two of you, however, can’t contain your laughters as you try to stop him, eyes locking into each other’s as you enjoy the moment.

Heeseung then lifts Sunoo from the sofa, and you realise only now how strong he actually is. “Come on, let’s get you to bed before you start casting spells,” he says with a playful smirk.

Sunoo nods, his eyes already drooping closed again. “Yeah, yeah,” he mumbles, his words slurred.

As you and Heeseung guide Sunoo down the dimly lit hallway towards the dormitories, you can’t help but steal glances at the Gryffindor. The way he effortlessly supports Sunoo, his expression a mix of amusement and genuine concern, is surprisingly endearing – it’s a side of him you’re not used to seeing, and it softens your perception of him just a little.

Finally, you reach Sunoo’s dormitory. You push open the door quietly – wary of not waking his roommates – and Heeseung gently helps him lay onto his bed. Sunoo mumbles incoherently, already half-asleep, as you pull the blankets over him.

Once Sunoo is settled, you and Heeseung silently slip out of the Slytherin common room. The cool dungeon air is a sharp contrast to the warmth of the room you’ve just left. As you walk back up the stairs, you turn to Heeseung, a grateful smile playing on your lips.

You walk in silence, wondering about your next words; but there’s nothing else that comes out of your mouth except a honest gratitude. “I guess I should thank you. I don’t know how I would have managed Sunoo by myself.”

Heeseung waves off your thanks with a chuckle. “No problem. I’m kind of used to bringing students back to their dorms after the play-offs, including the Slytherin players.” His nonchalant tone catches you off guard, and you raise an eyebrow in surprise.

“Really? I didn’t know you were such a regular rescuer.”

Heeseung grins, clearly enjoying your reaction. “What can I say? I’m a man of many talents.”

As you reach the entrance to the dungeon, Heeseung pauses, his expression turning more playful. “You know, there’s a way you can thank me,” he says, his voice dropping into a teasing tone.

You freeze in your tracks, eyes meeting his as you tilt your head, curious. “And what’s that?”

For a moment, Heeseung’s gaze intensifies, a smirk playing on his lips. The playful glint in his eyes makes you wonder if he’s hinting at something more suggestive – but it wouldn’t surprise you. Heeseung has never denied his physical attraction to you, and there have been countless moments when his lingering touches or stares have made his feelings evident. Even now, there’s a warmth in his gaze that sends a shiver down your spine.

However, despite the undeniable chemistry between you and Heeseung, there’s a part of you that hesitates to give in. Maybe it’s the thrill of the chase, the excitement of their ongoing game, or perhaps it’s the fear of what might happen if you let your guard down.

You know deep down that if you weren’t so enthralled in this little game you and Heeseung play, you might have given in to his advances long ago. But for now, you’re content to keep him at arm’s length, relishing in the tension and allure that hangs between you.

Heeseung leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a low, teasing murmur. “Come watch my next Quidditch match,” he says, mischief dancing in his eyes.

As you feel his body closer to yours, his voice low and teasing, you can’t help but feel a flutter of anticipation in your chest. There’s a part of you that wants to lean even closer, to give in to the magnetic pull of his charm and confidence. But another part of you knows that once you do, there’s no going back.

Determined to hide your emotions, you raise an eyebrow and tilt your head, your voice steady and confident. “Mhm, and why should I come?” you tease, matching his playful tone.

Heeseung’s grin widens, clearly enjoying the banter. “Well, for one, you’ll get to see me in action,” he replies smoothly, leaning even closer until you can feel the warmth of his breath. “And maybe, just maybe, I’ll even catch the Golden Snitch for you.”

You scoff, though a small smile tugs at your lips. “You must be pretty confident in your skills then.”

He chuckles, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “Confident enough to know you’ll enjoy every minute of it,” he says, his eyes never leaving yours.

His words seem to carry a double meaning, the suggestiveness in his tone making your heart race. The way he looks at you, his gaze lingering on your lips for just a moment too long, makes you shiver in anticipation and wonder – everything about him right now is hinting at something more… alluring.

Trying to maintain your composure, you tilt your head, giving him a challenging look. “Is that so?” you reply, your voice softer than intended. “And what makes you so sure I’ll enjoy it?”

Heeseung’s smirk deepens, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “I have a feeling I know what you like,” he says, his tone low and suggestive.

Your breath catches at his boldness, and for a brief moment, you find yourself lost in his gaze. The tension between you is palpable, a magnetic pull that you’re not sure you want to resist.

With a deep breath, you break the eye contact, taking a step back to regain some semblance of control. “We’ll see,” you say, your voice steadying. “Maybe I will come to your practice. But don’t get your hopes up too high, Heeseung.”

He chuckles again, clearly enjoying the game you’re both playing. “I never do,” he replies, his eyes still locked onto yours. “I‘ll wait to see your pretty face in the stands.” He adds.

With that, you turn and walk away, leaving Heeseung standing there with a satisfied smirk on his face.

However, as you turn around, you find him staring at you with a cheeky grin, so you take the opportunity to leave him on edge.

“Save the Golden Snitch for the big game.”

And just like that, you leave.

As you make your way back to your dormitory, you can’t help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of what’s to come – and whether you’ll be able to resist the undeniable attraction that draws you to Heeseung.

PRESENT TIME

You’d lie to yourself if you said you didn’t spend the following days waiting for the Gryffindor Quidditch practise – despite you caring very little for the magical sport.

But turns out that the mixture of anticipation and thrill – or perhaps something more… carnal? – easily clouds your rational thoughts, so here you are now.

Sunoo had been surprised when you ditched your usual shopping afternoon at Hogsmeade to watch the practise. “Are you seriously asking me to skip Hogsmeade for Quidditch?” he asked, eyes wide in disbelief.

Jake had been even more taken aback when you approached him in the Great Hall, asking him if you and Sunoo could join him to watch the practise. Of course he said yes – taking advantage of it to spend more time with you.

However, as you sit between Jake and Sunoo in the stands, you pay very little attention to Jake – your eyes solely focused on the Gryffindor captain. Every movement Heeseung makes is captivating, each goal sending a thrill through you. Even his quick, confident glances towards the stands seem to be aimed directly at you, making your heart race.

Jake chuckles, nudging you playfully. “You okay? You’ve been awfully quiet.” His expression tells you he’s completely unaware.

Sunoo smirks beside you, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Yeah, you seem really…focused,” he teases lightly, and in the contrary he is clearly aware of what – or who – had caught your attention.

You shake your head, trying to regain your composure. “Just…thinking,” you reply, a bit too quickly.

“Thinking, huh?” Sunoo raises an eyebrow, a knowing smile on his lips.

Before you can respond, the sharp sound of the whistle blows, signaling the end of practice. Players begin to dismount their brooms, and the field quickly fills with the buzz of conversation and laughter.

The walk back to Hogwarts is longer than you expected, cold pervading your body as finally, you feel a sense of comforting warmth as soon as you enter the Castle.

“Never fucking again,” Sunoo blurts out, his body shivering, making you chuckle in amusement.

However, before you and Sunoo take off to your dorms, Jake stops you in your tracks, lingering by the Entrance Hall as he suggests waiting for his best friend.

“He won’t take long,” Jake assures, scanning the dispersing crowd of students. Sunoo sighs loudly in response, but you simply shut him with a nudge of your elbow.

“Remember me to never say yes when you and your Hufflepuff friend ask me to hang out with you losers,” he adds with a whisper, still loud enough for Jake to hear it.

Soon enough, Heeseung emerges from the throng of Gryffindor teammates, walking side by side with Soobin, his second in command, arm thrown around his shoulders. They’re deep in conversation, but Heeseung’s eyes flicker in your direction, a brief look of surprise crossing his features before he quickly masks it with his usual confident demeanor.

“Yo Heeseung!” Jake points out, waving his arm to catch his friend’s attention, a wide smile appearing on his gentle face.

The Gryffindor approaches his best friend with a friendly bump of hand, a silent sign for Jake to congratulate him for his amazing performance.

However, as Jake tightens his grip on him, you can’t help but notice how Heeseung’s eyes are set on you – despite you standing behind the two of them.

Then, he approaches you and Sunoo, a smirk playing on his lips. “Didn’t expect to see you here,” he says, directing his comment primarily at you, though his tone remained casual. “Thought you’d be off bitching somewhere like your usual.”

Heeseung is great at hiding things, always masking his amusement with a mischievous smirk. Although the glint in his eyes hides an anticipation that leaves you uneasy. It’s as if he deliberately wants to be one step ahead, contrarily to what you’re used to.

You roll your eyes at his words, but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “Decided to take a break from bitching around to see if the Gryffindor team lives up to its reputation.”

Soobin, who walked closer to his teammate, chuckles beside Heeseung. “And? What’s the verdict?”

You shrug nonchalantly, though your heart is pounding. “Not bad. But I might need to see a few more practices before I’m really convinced.”

Heeseung and Soobin laugh to each other, their chuckle resonating like an irritating sound as you eye them back and forth.

Heeseung‘s smirk widens as his eyes lock on yours once again. “It won’t be hard.”

His words are soon followed by another muffled chuckle from Soobin – you don’t know why, but there’s something in their demeanour that makes you feel like they’re laughing at you.

It’s not the first time you noticed a shift in Heeseung’s attitude when he’s with his friends – his teasing takes on a sharper edge, bordering on mean-spirited at times. It’s as if he’s acting like a different person, one that thrives on banter and sarcasm.

But it’s not the light, teasing sarcasm he uses when it’s just the two of you; it’s sharper, colder, and laced with a hint of malice.

Before you can stop yourself, you step forward, confronting Heeseung. “I wouldn’t be so sure,” you respond, your tone matching his in its biting edge. “What makes you think the other teams won’t be better than you? More skilled, more cunning? After all, it takes more than a flashy performance to impress everyone.”

Heeseung’s smirk falters for a moment, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features before he masks it with mock amusement. “Tsk, what would a girl like you know about Quidditch?” he retorts, his tone dripping with condescension.

You bristle at his words, the implication clear. But rather than let his taunts get to you, you square your shoulders and meet his gaze head-on.

“I know more than you can imagine,” you respond, your voice laced with determination. “Don’t underestimate me just because I don’t flaunt it like you do.”

Heeseung’s teammates let out a collective “oooh” at your retort, clearly entertained by the exchange. Heeseung himself chuckles, shaking his head in mock disbelief.

“I’m sure you enjoy putting your nose in things that don’t revolve around you,” he retorts, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “But sometimes, keeping your mouth shut is the best option.”

His words resonate with something within you, and suddenly you remember – you said these very same words to him back in the pub just a few days back. The same words you knew hit him more than you intended.

But before you could respond, he opens his mouth again, what he says next leaving you speechless to say the least.

“Although you seem to enjoy widening your mouth quite often.”

At this point he can’t even hide the suggestiveness in his tone, his remark hitting you unexpectedly as he shamelessly insulted you in front of the other students – the very same guy who helped just a few days prior, the same guy who always flirted you, teased you, burned for you without ever hiding it.

But he never dared to shame you in front of anybody, sparring you from any undesired comment.

So you question yourself… why? Why do that, why now?

And then, as you wonder the reason why, you see it.

His dark eyes stare deep into yours, before he betrays himself by a brief, yet perceptible glance towards something – or rather, someone – next to you.

Jake Sim.

You can’t help but gaze at the Hufflepuff, expression falling as you notice irritation in his eyes, solely focused on Heeseung.

“Man,” he calls him, before Heeseung sets his eyes on him again. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

The tension in the air is palpable as Jake’s words hang heavy between them. Heeseung’s smirk fades, replaced by a flicker of surprise at Jake’s sudden outburst. For a moment, the Gryffindor captain seems taken aback, his usual confidence faltering in the face of his friend’s direct confrontation.

You watch in silence, unsure of what to say or do. It’s as if the world around you has frozen in that moment, the weight of the situation pressing down on you like a heavy cloak. What started as a simple exchange of words has escalated into something far more serious, and you find yourself caught in the middle of it all.

And in that moment, you ask yourself how.

The question lingers in your mind, nagging at you as you struggle to make sense of the situation. How could Heeseung know about you and Jake – his long-lost crush and his best friend, hooking up behind his back?You had trusted him to keep your secret, to never tell anyone about your sexual escapades. But now, faced with Heeseung’s veiled accusation, you feel doubts creep in.

Part of you wants to believe that Jake has remained true to his word, that he would never betray your trust. But the uncertainty gnaws at you; could Heeseung have somehow found out on his own? How could he do that? Did someone tell him, perhaps – someone who’s aware of it?

The tension in the air is palpable, the students around you sensing the imminent conflict. Jake’s face is a mix of confusion and anger, clearly not catching the deeper implication behind Heeseung’s words. He steps forward, his jaw clenched.

“What the hell is your problem, Heeseung?” Jake repeats with a demanding tone, his voice low but seething with anger. “You think you can just talk to her like that?”

Heeseung’s smirk fades slightly, replaced by an annoyed frown. He takes a step closer to the Hufflepuff, their faces inches apart. “I can talk however I want Jake. Now stay out of it.”

Jake scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief. “Stay out of it? You’re the one making this a big deal. She came to watch practice, and you’re treating her like crap for no reason.”

The surrounding crowd of students watches in rapt attention, whispers and murmurs spreading like wildfire. You stand there, feeling helpless and torn between the two. You want to intervene, to diffuse the situation, but fear roots you to the spot.

“Jake,” you start, trying to keep your voice steady, “this isn’t necessary. Let’s just—”

But he cuts you off, his gaze never leaving Heeseung. “No, Y/N. Heeseung needs to learn that he can’t just walk all over people simply because he’s the Quidditch captain.”

Heeseung’s eyes flash with anger, his voice dropping to a dangerous low. “I think you should watch your mouth, Jake, before you say something you regret.” His gaze then moves to you, before glancing back and forth between you and his friend. “Especially since you’ve already done something you should regret.”

Without warning, Jake shoves Heeseung, sending him stumbling back a few steps. The crowd gasps collectively, the tension skyrocketing. Heeseung quickly regains his balance, his face darkening with fury. He lunges at his friend, grabbing him by the collar of his robes.

“You wanna start something?” Heeseung growls, his voice a low rumble. “Fine. Let’s do it.”

Before either of them can throw a punch, you step between them, placing a hand on each of their chests, trying to push them apart. “Stop it, both of you!” you shout, your voice cracking with desperation.

Sunoo watches the entire scene with frightened eyes, confusion painted in his expression as he wonders why the sudden outburst. His surprise matches yours, making you feel powerless as the two friends continue jumping on each other.

Jake takes a step forward, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turn white. His eyes leave Heeseung, soon finding yours, “Whatever his problem is, I won’t stand by and watch him treat you like this.”

You feel a rush of warmth at Jake’s words, a mixture of gratitude and anxiety washing over you – you’ve always known Jake to be protective, but this situation makes you realize just how much he cares about you. It’s a comforting thought, but also a daunting one, knowing the depth of the conflict it has now sparked.

Before you can respond, Jake lunges at Heeseung, his fist aiming for his jaw. The Gryffindor moves quickly, dodging the punch and countering with a shove that sends Jake stumbling backward. The crowd gasps collectively, the tension escalating with each passing second.

Jake regains his balance and charges at his friend again, this time managing to land a punch on his shoulder. Heeseung grunts in pain but doesn’t back down. He grabs Jake by the collar of his robes and pulls him close, their faces inches apart.

“Crazy how a girl can turn you into an animal.” Heeseung doesn’t even pretend to make his words less harsh, adding a mean twist into them as he plays with Jake’s patience. “To the point of lying to your best friend.”

Jake is taken aback by Heeseung’s words, his eyes widening in shock and confusion. His brows knit together as he processes the accusation, struggling to understand how Heeseung could possibly know about the secret you’ve both been keeping. He starts to speak, his voice a mixture of frustration and disbelief, “What are you talking about, Heeseung? How did you–”

Before he can continue, you interrupt with a shout. “Stop it, both of you!” you exclaim, stepping between them and placing a hand on each of their chests, trying to push them apart. “This isn’t solving anything.”

Jake’s eyes flicker to you, his expression softening just slightly. “Y/N, don’t. He’s the one who–”

“No, Jake,” you cut him off, your voice firm. “This is ridiculous. Fighting isn’t going to solve anything. Just let it go.”

Your gaze meets Heeseung’s, searching for any hint of remorse or explanation. His expression remains stoic, a carefully constructed mask that hides whatever emotions lie beneath. His eyes, however, are a different story – there’s a flicker of something, an indescribable mix of regret, frustration, and perhaps something more vulnerable. But he quickly buries it beneath his usual cool exterior, his jaw tightening as he holds your gaze.

His grip on Jake’s collar loosens, but his glare remains fixed. “She’s right. This isn’t worth it.”

Then, his eyes shift back to yours, and what remains of the feeble hint of vulnerability in his expression fades away entirely, replaced by a knowing smirk.

“She isn’t worth it.”

His words hit you like a slap, your breath catching in your throat. You can’t describe it, but there’s something in his tone that tells you this isn’t just about Jake. It’s as if he’s trying to convince himself of it, rather than you or anyone else. The mix of emotions in his eyes – hurt, defeat, and something else you can’t quite pinpoint – leaves you feeling uneasy.

If it’s true that he found out about you and his best friend hooking up, why did he even care so much?

Jake stands beside you, a protective barrier against Heeseung’s hostility, but his presence doesn’t ease the turmoil in your heart. Sunoo’s concerned gaze flickers between you and Jake, as if trying to piece together the underlying tensions.

Heeseung gives you one more look, before glancing at Jake briefly with what looks a disappointed gaze.

And just like that, without muttering a word, he steps away from you, leaving the grip on Jake’s collar as he straightens himself up.

He cough slightly, trying to ease himself out, before one of his teammates calls his attention – a mere, yet smart attempt to save the situation – and gestures him to walk away.

“I’m sorry,” Jake murmurs, breaking the silence. “I didn’t mean to make things worse.”

You shake your head, forcing a small smile. “It’s not your fault.” You try to sound genuine, despite the heaviness in your heart. “Let’s just get out of here.”

As you begin to walk away to the opposite direction, you steal one last glance at Heeseung. He’s already turned his back, walking off with his teammates, his posture tense and rigid. The smirk he wore earlier is gone, replaced by a clenched jaw.

As you, Jake, and Sunoo make your way back to your dorms, the weight of Jake and Heeseung’s fight settles heavily on your shoulders.

Your mind races, replaying Heeseung’s words over and over. “She isn’t worth it.” The way he spat those words out, the venom in his tone, and yet the subtle hint of something else – something almost like regret – gnaws at you. You can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to his outburst, something deeper that he’s hiding.

You’ve always been aware of his presence, his teasing, his flirtations, but today, you glimpsed a vulnerability that contradicted his usual self.

Now, that vulnerability haunts you, making you question everything you thought you knew about him.

And for the first time, you realise you might care about the Gryffindor captain more than you imagined.

One of the reasons why your name is often in people’s mouth, is thanks to the power you uphold whenever someone dares to cross you.

You’ve never been the type to let others win, to let go of the wrongs done to you. No, you’re a girl who thrives on the challenge, who finds satisfaction in subtle revenge, in being a constant, teasing menace to those who dare to stab you in the back.

After all, you’ve perfected the art of the sly remark, the lingering glance, the calculated silence that speaks volumes – it’s needless to say you’re now a master of being the pettiest person in the world, savoring every moment of your opponent’s discomfort.

The memory of Heeseung’s words still stings, but you refuse to let it show. Instead, you channel yourself not with hostility, but with the kind of playful vexation that can drive someone mad. You know just how to get under his skin, how to turn the tables and make him question his own actions.

Because there must have been something that made Heeseung turn against you, but you know his obsession for you is anything but faltering.

And so, you’ll get back at him in the way you know best – teasing the hell out of him.

Over the next few days, you execute your plan with meticulous precision. Every encounter with Heeseung becomes an opportunity to drive him crazy, to remind him that you’re not someone he can easily dismiss or insult without consequences.

What you do, is basically play his own game.

In the corridors between classes, you make a point of walking past him with a confident stride, offering him a fleeting, knowing smile that leaves him staring after you, perplexed and frustrated – you’re supposed to be angry at him, he believes.

You brush against him ‘accidentally’ in crowded hallways, the brief contact sending a jolt through both of you. Each time, you act as though nothing happened, while his gaze follows you with a mixture of annoyance and something else – something that tells you your plan is working.

During meals in the Great Hall, you sit just within his line of sight. You laugh a little too loudly at something Jake says, your eyes glancing at Heeseung just long enough to catch his reaction. You notice his jaw clench, his fingers tighten around his fork. You’re under his skin, and you relish the sight of him struggling to maintain his composure.

In Transfiguration class, where you purposely sit close to his desk, your teasing becomes more direct. You walk towards him with the excuse of borrowing some materials, your proximity causing his breath to hitch. You let your fingers brush against his when passing a textbook, a touch so brief yet so electrifying that it leaves him staring at you in stunned silence.

“Careful, Heeseung,” you whisper one day, your lips curving into a smirk as you lean in close enough to feel his breath on your skin. “Unless you want to transform yourself into an ugly rat.”

His eyes darken, a flicker of frustration and desire crossing his face, but he says nothing. He’s trying to play it cool, to not give you the satisfaction, but you can see the cracks in his facade.

“What? Can’t even talk back? And here I thought you kept your mouth open all the time.”

One cold afternoon, you find Choi Soobin in the courtyard during lunch, striking up a conversation. The tall Gryffindor, despite his shyness, welcomes your company, completely unaware of your ulterior motive.

He barely notices your intentions as you laugh at his jokes, leaning in closer than necessary, your hand occasionally brushing his arm. Your body language is open, inviting, and it doesn’t take long before Soobin is fully engaged in the conversation. You let your fingers trail down his arm as you laugh at something he says, your touch lingering just enough to send a clear message.

From the corner of your eye, you spot Heeseung standing a distance away, watching intently. You can feel his eyes burning into you, the intensity of his gaze almost palpable. Knowing you have his full attention, you decide go further.

“Soobin,” you purr, your voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone. “How come you aren’t the captain of your team?”

He blinks, clearly caught off guard by your sudden boldness. “Oh, well,” he stammers, trying to play it cool. “Heeseung's just... more experienced, I guess.”

You lean in even closer, your doe eyes gazing him up and down. “More experienced? Mhm, I don’t know. I think you’d make an excellent captain.”

You make sure your words are loud enough for Heeseung to hear, and you can practically feel the tension radiating from him. You glance over Soobin’s shoulder, meeting Heeseung’s gaze with a smirk. His expression is a mix of frustration and something darker, something that tells you he’s struggling to keep his composure.

With one last lingering touch on Soobin’s arm, you straighten up, giving Heeseung a triumphant look. You’ve made your point, and as you walk away, you can feel the weight of his eyes on your back, knowing that your game has only just begun.

But as every game, it also must come with an end.

And what better time and place if not during the big, final Quidditch game of the season?

Gryffindor against Slytherin.

Finally the day comes, and you find yourself sitting in one of the Slytherin stands with Sunoo next to you. The Quidditch pitch buzzes with excitement, students from all houses filling the stands, their colors vibrant in the early morning light. Banners wave, and cheers echo across the field.

“It better be good,” Sunoo sighs, annoyed that you convinced him to tag along with you. But deep down, you know he only accepted because he was aware of your little revenge plan against Heeseung.

And of course, he’s not one to miss – especially when it comes to drama.

Speaking of which; “Wait, do you see that?”

Sunoo’s high pitched tone piques your curiosity as you look at the direction he points at; thankfully your stands are in the lower section, giving you a decent visuality on the little area reserved to the Quidditch teams, both preparing for the game.

Everyone, excepts two players.

Soobin and… Heeseung?

The sight surprises you; you hadn’t expected to see Heeseung off the pitch, especially not with Soobin.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Sunoo muses, his eyes fixed on the two boys.

You can’t help but wonder the same thing. There’s something about the way they’re standing, heads close together, that makes you feel uneasy. But before you can dwell on it further, the announcer’s voice cuts through the air, signaling the start of the game.

You tear your gaze away from the two Gryffindors, focusing instead on the players as they mount their brooms.

As the game begins, the roar of the crowd fills the air, adding to the electric atmosphere pulsating throughout the Quidditch pitch. You watch with bated breath as the players soar into the sky, their movements swift and graceful as they chase after the elusive golden Snitch.

Despite your initial intention to get back at Heeseung, you find yourself unable to resist the urge to stare at him.

His figure cuts a striking image against the backdrop of the sky, his movements fluid and effortless as he maneuvers through the air. Despite the distance between you, his presence seems to fill the entire pitch, drawing your gaze like a magnet.

You can’t help but marvel at the way he commands the game, his confidence and skill on full display for everyone to see and for a moment, you can’t help but feel a twinge of admiration.

But then, you remember the way he treated you, the hurtful words he flung at you without a second thought, and the admiration is quickly replaced by resentment.

You watch him as he commands the other players, his every move calculated and precise.

Then, as if sensing your staring, Heeseung’s gaze sweeps across the stands, and his eyes lock onto yours. For a brief moment, time seems to stand still as you hold each other’s gaze, the intensity of his stare sending a shiver down your spine.

But you can’t let your emotions cloud your true intentions, the very reason you’re here.

And so, with fervent enthusiasm, you rise up from your seat, shouting loudly alongside the other students.

“Slytherin, Slytherin, Slytherin!”

Heeseung’s expression hardens instantly. You see the flicker of annoyance in his eyes, his jaw clenching as he processes your blatant support for his rival team.

His confident smirk fades, replaced by a look of irritation. Even from a distance, you can sense the tension radiating off him, his competitive nature struggling to remain composed.

His eyes dart away from you, focusing back on the game with renewed determination. Each move he makes is more aggressive, his frustration evident in the way he commands his team. The other players notice the shift in his demeanor, responding to his urgency with increased effort.

The cheers from the Slytherin supporters grow louder, your voice among them. You know your actions are getting under Heeseung’s skin, and a part of you relishes in it.

This is your way of regaining control, of reminding him that no one can win against your tactics.

Soon, the Quidditch pitch becomes a battleground, with players zooming through the air, dodging Bludgers, and chasing the Quaffle with a singular focus.

Heeseung’s focus is sharp, his movements precise and calculated. Yet, every time he glances towards the stands and sees you cheering for Slytherin, his annoyance grows. His jaw tightens each time you rise from your seat, your voice loud and clear in support of his opponents.

You continue to chant, eyes locked on Heeseung, watching as he channels his irritation into his gameplay.

He is not just a skilled player; he’s a strategist. He maneuvers his broom with a grace that borders on artistry, directing his team with an intensity that pushes them to perform at their peak. He blocks goal after goal, his skills undeniable.

“And Gryffindor Captain Lee Heeseung makes another spectacular save!” the commentator’s voice booms across the pitch, adding to the charged atmosphere. “But Slytherin is not backing down. It’s a tight game!”

But then, a swift play from Slytherin catches him off guard. A Slytherin Chaser manages to slip past the Gryffindor defense, scoring a clean goal. The Slytherin stands erupt in cheers, and you join in, your voice deliberately loud.

“Yes! Go, Slytherin!” you shout, the triumph in your voice clear.

Heeseung’s irritation is palpable even from your spot in the stands. His eyes narrow, and he mutters something to his teammates before launching back into the game with renewed vigor. The intensity of his play increases, each move executed with a fierce determination.

“Hwang Yeji from Slytherin scores!” the commentator announces, heightening the crowd’s excitement. “The score is now 80-70 in favor of Slytherin.”

As the match progresses, the score remains close, each team fighting relentlessly for every point. The crowd’s energy is electric, feeding into the players’ adrenaline. You continue to cheer for Slytherin, each shout a reminder to Heeseung of your defiance.

Finally, the moment arrives. The Seekers from both teams spot the Golden Snitch, and a race ensues. The crowd holds its breath, the tension reaching its peak.

Heeseung, in his dual role as both captain and Seeker, swiftly shifts his focus from guarding the goalposts to the elusive Snitch. His eyes narrow, locking onto the tiny, golden ball flitting near the far end of the pitch. He spurs his broom forward, his movements a blend of grace and sheer speed. Every muscle in his body is taut, his concentration unwavering as he focuses on his target.

The Slytherin Seeker, not far behind, mirrors Heeseung’s urgency. The two rivals dart through the air, weaving between players and dodging Bludgers with a precision that leaves the crowd on the edge of their seats. The intensity of the chase electrifies the atmosphere, the anticipation palpable.

“Lee and Huening are neck and neck!” the commentator’s voice echoes through the stadium, amplifying the suspense. “This could decide the game!”

You lean forward, your heart pounding in sync with the rhythm of the game. Even your plan to tease Heeseung is momentarily forgotten as you become absorbed in the thrilling spectacle. Sunoo grips your arm, his eyes wide with excitement.

“If he catches it, he wins,” Sunoo murmurs, unable to tear his gaze away from the pitch.

With each second that passes, Heeseung inches closer to the Snitch. His focus sharp, his body moving instinctively with his broom as he navigates the air with unparalleled skill. The Slytherin Seeker, equally determined, stretches forward, fingertips brushing the air just millimeters from the Snitch.

And then, in a breathtaking moment of brilliance, Heeseung accelerates.

He leans into his broom, extending his arm fully, his fingers closing around the Golden Snitch just as the Slytherin Seeker reaches for it. A triumphant roar erupts from the Gryffindor supporters, the sound echoing through the stands.

“Heeseung has caught the Snitch! Gryffindor wins!” the commentator exclaims, the joy in his voice resonating with the excited crowd.

The Gryffindor team converges on Heeseung, their cheers and shouts of victory ringing out as they lift him into the air. Heeseung holds the Snitch high, a victorious smile on his face, though his eyes quickly scan the crowd, searching. When his gaze finds yours, the intensity returns, a mixture of triumph and challenge burning in his eyes.

You force a smile, clapping politely despite the mixed emotions swirling within you. Sunoo sighs defeatedly at the loss of his House – despite his lack of interest for the game itself – but joins in the applause, though his knowing glance tells you he’s aware of the deeper game at play.

As the celebrations continue on the pitch, you can’t help but feel a grudging respect for Heeseung’s performance and determination.

But the battle between you two is far from over. If anything, his victory only fuels your resolve to continue your little game with him.

And as you leave the stands, the lingering anticipation of your next encounter with Heeseung keeps your heart racing, the game between you two promising to be just as thrilling as the one you’ve just witnessed.

The Gryffindor team’s victory party was the talk of the school. It was everyone’s knowledge that Gryffindor celebrations were the wildest, and tonight promised to be no different.

As you stand in front of the mirror in your dormitory, you take extra care in preparing yourself. If you were going to face Heeseung again, you needed to be at your best. Your outfit was both bold and attractive, designed to catch eyes and turn heads – although it wasn’t something new to you. With a final touch of makeup and a spritz of perfume, you give yourself a confident nod.

But tonight, you have an extra edge. Beneath your sleek, dark dress, you’re wearing a set of red lingerie – intricate lace that hugs your curves deliciously and make you feel powerful. The color was a deliberate choice, and you can’t deny that it fits you perfectly.

It’s a symbol of your confidence, a secret weapon that makes you feel bold and in control.

However, you can’t help the thrill pervading your body at the thought of Heeseung discovering it.

Not that you had any intention of hooking up with him – he doesn’t deserve it, after all. But the idea of him realizing just how much effort you put into tonight, for yourself, made your heart race with a mix of anticipation and defiance. He might have taunted you, tried to put you down, but tonight you were in control.

With one last glance in the mirror, you stepped out of your dormitory, determination and anticipation fueling your every step.

Before heading to the Gryffindor common room, you meet with Sunoo, who is waiting for you in the corridor. He immediately notices your arrival and raises an eyebrow, his expression a mix of impatience and amusement.

“Late as usual,” Sunoo says, crossing his arms over his chest.

You roll your eyes, trying to hide your smile. “Only for a few minutes,” you drawl out, feigning innocence.

He gestures dramatically to his clothes, impeccable as ever. “Can you see the dust on my clothes? I’ve been standing here so long, I’m practically turning into a statue.”

“Sure,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Let’s just go.”

With that, the two of you start walking towards the Gryffindor common room. The anticipation builds with each step, the sound of the party growing louder as you approach. Sunoo chatters beside you, his excitement palpable, but you can’t help the flutter of nerves in your stomach.

You say the magical password, and the portrait of the Fat Lady swings open, revealing the vibrant, bustling common room.

You and Sunoo step inside, immediately engulfed in the atmosphere of joy and camaraderie. The room is decked out in red and gold, the colors of the victorious Gryffindor team, and the air is thick with the scent of Butterbeer and various magical treats.

Sunoo wastes no time diving into the throng of students, his excitement pulling him into the heart of the party. You, however, take a moment to look around the room, scanning for any sign of a familiar face.

Your eyes land on Park Sunghoon, the Ravenclaw prefect, standing by the fireplace by himself. You excuse yourself from Sunoo, who’s already mingling with a group of Gryffindors, and start making your way toward Sunghoon.

Just as you’re about to reach him, someone bumps into you hard from the side, nearly knocking you off balance.

“What the–” you start to say, but the words die on your lips when you see who it is.

Jay fucking Park.

“Oops, my bad,” he grins, steadying you with a firm hand on your shoulder. But there’s a sharpness in his eyes that contradicts his friendly facade.

You shrug his arm off, eyeing him with an annoyed look. “Don’t touch me.”

Jay’s grin widens, his eyes narrowing. “Mhm, annoying as always. Maybe that’s why you’re here, to stir up some trouble.”

“Why don’t you mind your own business, Jay?” you retort, your voice cold.

He chuckles, the sound low and mocking. “I’m just saying, you seem out of place here. Maybe you should go back to wherever you came from.”

He looks around the grand room, taking in the outstanding decor as well as the large amount of people already engaging in festive activities.

“Gryffindor knows how to throw a celebration, especially after a win like that. Though I suppose you wouldn’t know much about winning, would you?” He continues, his eyes ranking over you in a way that makes your skin crawl.

You bite back a retort, maintaining your composure. “Actually, I’m quite familiar with success. Maybe you just haven’t been paying attention.”

Jay laughs, a cruel edge to the sound. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Before you can respond, a sudden voice interrupts.

“Is there a problem here?”

You turn to see Sunghoon – your favourite prefect – standing with a stoic look on his face. Jay’s smirk widens for a moment, and he steps back.

“Ah, one of your preys,” Jay sneers, his eyes glinting with malice. “Although you moved from him rather quickly.”

You narrow your eyes at Jay, your irritation growing. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jay shrugs nonchalantly, the smirk never leaving his face. “Just saying, it’s impressive how fast you can switch your attention. Too bad everyone is too absorbed on your appearance to focus on that.”

You clench your fists, trying to keep your composure. “What’s your problem, Jay?”

Jay leans in slightly, lowering his voice but making sure it’s still loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. “That’s why someone has to tell people and make them aware, right?”

He tilts his head subtly, and you follow his gaze to see none other than Heeseung staring at your conversation with an unreadable expression.

Your heart skips a beat, the weight of Heeseung’s gaze adding to the tension. You can’t decipher if he’s is angry, attentive, or something else entirely, but the intensity of his stare sends a shiver down your spine.

“Back off, Jay,” you say, your voice firm but low. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, I think I do,” Jay retorts, his smirk widening as he glances back at Heeseung. “I mean, it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?”

Before you can respond, Sunghoon steps forward, placing a protective hand on your shoulder. “Leave her alone, Jay. This isn’t the place for your petty games.”

Sunghoon’s intervention earns him a disdainful glance from Jay, who responds with a snarky retort. “Of course another empty-headed idiot runs to her rescue. And here I thought she was perfectly capable of handling me herself,” Jay quips, his words dripping with sarcasm.

You can feel Jay’s eyes boring into you, his words hiding a hint of amusement beneath their sharp edge. Despite the hostility in his tone, there’s an undeniable satisfaction in his gaze as he awaits your response.

You meet Jay’s gaze head-on, refusing to cower under his mocking scrutiny. With a cold smile, you respond, “Oh, I can handle you just fine, Jay. But why waste my energy on someone so insignificant?”

Jay’s retort is immediate, but before he can fully respond, you cut him off, your voice low and fierce. “If you spent half as much time working on yourself as you do trying to tear others down, you might actually be worth something.”

The time seems to stop as you continue to tell him off, catching the attention of a few students around you as the listen to your piercing words.

They cut through the tension like a knife, and you can see a flicker of surprise in Jay’s eyes before he quickly recovers. He opens his mouth to respond, but you don’t give him the chance, turning away dismissively and leaving him standing there, speechless.

However, you immediately hear your name being called, catching your attention as you pretend not to hear Jay’s screeching voice.

“Mark my words, Y/N, your little secrets will find a way of catching up to you.”

Gryffindor certainly knows how to throw the biggest parties, especially when the Quidditch team emerges triumphant after the final game of the season. And at the center of attention, as always, is Lee Heeseung.

It’s inevitable that everyone’s eyes are all on him tonight, however he can’t seem to focus on anyone else.

If not on only one person.

His gaze is drawn irresistibly to the corner of the room where a familiar scene is unfolding. You’re there, caught in a heated exchange with Jay, your eyes flashing with a mix of annoyance and anger.

Heeseung watches intently as Jay, with his usual cocky grin, leans in a little too close, his words obviously designed to provoke. His jaw tightens, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. He knows Jay too well – the Slytherin has a passion to stir up troubles everywhere he goes.

From his vantage point, Heeseung can see the tension in your posture, the way you stand your ground despite Jay’s taunting. He notices the subtle flicker of Sunghoon’s hand on your shoulder, a gesture meant to support but one that seems to only escalate Jay’s antagonism – as well as Heeseung’s jealousy at the small, yet intimate action.

He feels anger pervading your body as he listens to Jay’s words.“Of course another empty-headed idiot runs to her rescue. And here I thought she was perfectly capable of handling me herself.”

“Oh, I can handle you just fine, Jay. But why waste my energy on someone so insignificant?”

Heeseung’s lips twitch into a small smile at your words, a sense of satisfaction warming his chest. He loves seeing you hold your own, matching Jay’s snark with your own biting wit.

“If you spent half as much time working on yourself as you do trying to tear others down, you might actually be worth something.”

The crowd around you murmurs in reaction, some laughing, others whispering in surprise at your boldness.

Heeseung watches as Jay’s expression falters, the usual bravado slipping for a moment. But the Slytherin quickly recovers, his gaze turning icy as he takes a step back, clearly affected by your words more than he’d care to admit.

Heeseung can’t help but feel a surge of pride at your display of strength. He watches the way you carry yourself, the fire in your eyes, and he’s reminded of why he’s drawn to you, why you occupy his thoughts even in the midst of his greatest triumphs.

As Jay slinks away after threatening you with his last words, Heeseung’s eyes remain fixed on you. You stand tall, the flush of victory coloring your cheeks, and for a moment, your gaze lifts and meets his across the room.

One of Heeseung’s teammates claps him on the back, trying to pull him back into the celebration. “Captain! C’mon, we got to toast to our win!”

But Heeseung barely registers the words. His eyes remain locked on you as you exchange a few words with the Ravenclaw prefect. Even as the Gryffindor common room buzzes with noise and music, his focus is unwavering.

You turn, glancing back one last time, and then start to walk away with Sunghoon. The sight of you leaving tugs at something deep within Heeseung, a mix of frustration and longing swirling inside him.

“Heeseung, seriously, what’s up?” his teammate persists, waving a hand in front of his face.

Heeseung blinks, finally tearing his gaze away from your retreating figure. “Yeah, I’m here,” he mumbles incoherently, but his mind is still elsewhere, following you as you disappear from view.

He takes a deep breath, trying to shake off the distraction, but he can’t ignore the pull you have on him. Tonight, more than ever, he’s aware of how much he wants to close the distance between you.

As the party continues to swell with laughter and cheers, Heeseung’s thoughts are consumed by you. The memory of your fiery retort to Jay, the way you held your ground – it all replays in his mind.

He knows he should be mad at you, despite you doing nothing.

But truthfully, that’s what pains him the most – that you did nothing.

He’s aware that you know of his never-ending obsession for you, but the fact that you’ve never gave him the satisfaction of being his haunts him.

Even Jake got to have you before he did, that’s why he was angry at him.

Heeseung makes a decision. He can’t let this night end without talking to you, without addressing the tension that’s been simmering between you for so long.

His eyes weave through the throng of students, eyes locked on you as you sit with Sunghoon, the proximity between you two making his blood boil.

Determination fuels him, and he’s almost got up from his seat when a sudden presence halts his advance.

Jay, with his ever-present smirk, slips into the seat on the couch next to Heeseung, blocking his path.

“Heeseung,” Jay drawls, leaning back casually. “What’s the rush? Got somewhere more important to be?”

Heeseung clenches his jaw, irritation flaring. “Not now, Jay.”

His eyes unconsciously wander to you, staring at you from afar. “Oh, I see. Off to chase after your little obsession again?” Jay chuckles, his eyes glinting with mischief. “After everything I told you?”

His tone is condescending, and Heeseung fights the urge to snap back. Instead, he forces a calmness into his voice, even as his eyes remain glued to you. “Jay, drop it. This isn’t about you.”

Jay shrugs, his smirk widening. “You’re right. It’s about you making a fool of yourself over someone who doesn’t even care.”

Heeseung’s fists clench at his sides, his patience wearing thin. “And what the fuck do you know?”

Jay’s laughter is sharp and grating. “Oh, I know more than you can think of. Come on, Heeseung, even you can’t be this blind. She’s using you, playing you like a fiddle. And you’re letting her.”

Heeseung’s thoughts swirl in turmoil. He knows Jay’s words are meant to rile him up, to push him to the edge. But there’s a sliver of truth that cuts through his bravado, a nagging doubt that he can’t entirely shake.

His eyes remain locked on you; he can’t deny the magnetic pull he feels towards you, the way his heart races whenever you’re near. It’s an obsession he can’t control, a burning desire that consumes him.

Suddenly – as the music shifts to a slower, more sensual beat – you rise from your seat, leaving Sunghoon behind.

You glide towards the dance floor, your movements deliberate and confident. The crowd parts slightly, allowing you to step into the center. The lights cast a soft glow over your form, highlighting the curves of your dress and the graceful sway of your hips.

You start to dance, your body moving with a fluid sensuality that draws every eye in the room to you.

Heeseung’s breath catches in his throat, his gaze focused on you. He watches as you lose yourself in the music, your movements both provocative and mesmerizing. Every sway, every turn is a silent invitation, a tantalizing promise that keeps him rooted to the spot, unable to look away.

The way you dance, it’s as if you’re performing just for him, every motion designed to drive him mad with longing.

Beside him, Jay’s eyes are also locked on you. Despite his earlier words, he can’t keep his eyes off you, a frustrated tension evident in his posture. His smirk falters slightly as he watches your movements, unable to look away from the seductive sway of your hips, the graceful turn of your body.

“Look at her, Heeseung,” Jay mutters, a sneaky but mean edge to his voice. “She’s got you wrapped around her finger, doesn’t she? You’re practically drooling.”

Heeseung doesn’t respond, his focus unwavering. He watches as you throw your head back, your laughter mingling with the music, your eyes alight with mischief and challenge.

The song shifts, the tempo slowing slightly, and you take advantage of the moment. Your movements become more deliberate, more languid, each step and sway a purposeful taunt.

And then, your eyes lock with his.

Heeseung’s breath quickens, his eyes following your every move with an intensity that sends a thrill down your spine.

You’re playing with fire, and you know it – but you can’t help but relish the way he reacts to you, the way his facade cracks under the weight of his desire.

The way your eyes wander all over him, the smirk plastered on your face and your body swinging sensually are a painful reminder that he can’t have you.

And that only adds fuel to his growing desire.

You spin away, the crowd swallowing you up as the music shifts again. You’re dancing with abandon now, letting the music guide your movements.

As you move, Heeseung notices the way everyone is looking at you – the usual composed Sunghoon, who stands nearby, eyes locked on your figure. Jay, whose smirk has faded in something more serious, more calculating.

But none of them matter to him.

Not when he’s so distant from you, and yet so agonisingly close.

He knows the game isn’t over, not by a long shot.

And one thing is sure for Heeseung: the game isn’t over until he wins.

There’s a beautiful balcony outside the Gryffindor common room, the quiet sounds of the courtyards, mixed with sounds of magical animals roaring in the night sky, creates a peaceful contrast with the loud cheers and music inside.

The frisk air hits you, and you close your eyes in an appreciative manner as you savour the gentle breeze on your face.

You’re standing alone, Sunoo now long lost somewhere with other students, so you take your chance to unwind a bit by yourself.

The calming peace, however, is soon interrupted by the giant, glass doors opening behind you. Your heart skips a beat as you turn slowly, and your eyes meet an impeding figure.

Heeseung steps onto the balcony, his gaze a mixture of determination and something darker. It’s odd, really, how everytime you’re alone with each other there’s always an undeniable tension.

He doesn’t say anything at first, his footsteps echoing slightly as he approaches you. He keeps his distance from you, although his gaze never leaves your figure.

You stand in silence for a few seconds, before he finally breaks it, his voice low and rough.

“I didn’t expect to find you out here alone,” he says, his tone guarded.

You don’t meet his gaze, your body standing still. “I needed a break from the chaos inside,” you reply casually.

Heeseung nods, his eyes flickering with something unreadable. “Fair enough,” he murmurs, taking a step closer. “Mind if I join you?”

You’re unable to suppress a chuckle, this time meeting his dark eyes. “So that you can offend me again?” Your tone is hard, tinted with venom. “Unfortunately for you there’s no one watching.”

He’s taken aback by your words, stumbling back as guilt washes him entirely. “Y/N, it’s not–”

“What, Heeseung?” You interrupt him, not wasting any time. “I knew you were an attention seeker, but I never thought you could be like Jay.”

Heeseung’s eyes narrow at your words, a muscle in his jaw tightening. “Don’t compare me to Jay,” he snaps, his voice rising slightly. “I’m nothing like him.”

You can see the frustration building in him, the struggle to maintain control. His hands clench into fists at his sides, and he takes a step closer, the intensity in his eyes growing. “I didn’t come here to play games or seek attention.”

“Then why?”

Your tone is sharp, laced with impatience. Heeseung falters, the words catching in his throat. He struggles to find the right response, his frustration palpable.

“I…” He stops, taking another step closer, his gaze never wavering from yours. “I need to know something.”

His words, as well as his unusually gentle tone, surprise you, curiosity piqued by the raw emotion in his voice.

“Why do you keep playing with me?”

The question hangs in the air, charged with years of unspoken tension and unresolved feelings. Heeseung’s gaze is intense, almost pleading, as he waits for your response.

You’re taken aback by the vulnerability in his voice, the crack in his usually confident demeanor. For a moment, you’re at a loss for words, the usual witty retort failing to come to mind.

“Honest?” You echo, your voice barely above a whisper. “You want honesty?”

Heeseung nods, his expression a mixture of frustration and desperation.

You take a deep breath, weighing your words carefully. “Then what do you want me to say, Heeseung? That I enjoy the attention? That I like knowing I have this power over you? Because I do,” you rant, before lowering your gaze slightly. “But it’s not just that.”

His doe eyes widen slightly at your confession, but he remains silent, urging you to continue.

“The reason I act this way, Heeseung, is because I don’t want to end up like every other girl that you fuck and never talk to again.” You stop yourself, your heart beating fast. “I don’t want to a trophy you flaunt with your friends.”

Heeseung’s face tightens with a mix of frustration and pain at your words, although he can’t but feel a wave of discomfort as he acknowledges the way you think of him.

“You think that I would treat you like that?”

You hold his gaze, your expression serious. “Do you know why Jake didn’t tell you about me and him having sex?”

Heeseung can’t help but retort at the mention of his best friend, but he remains silent, waiting for you to continue.

“It’s because he respects me, Heeseung. He knows I’m not just some conquest to be bragged about. I’m a person with feelings, and he wouldn’t betray my trust like that.”

What comes off of Heeseung’s mouth leaves you taken aback, his words cutting through you like a knife.

“No, that’s not true,” he says, his tone firm. “He didn’t tell me because he’s a coward. He’s a coward that couldn’t tell me, his best friend, he’s having sex with the girl he knows I’ve liked for so long.”

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, leaving you speechless. You never thought Jake’s silence could be interpreted in such a way, and the realization leaves you reeling. You’re torn between disbelief and hurt, unsure of how to respond.

Heeseung’s words hang heavy in the air, his anger palpable as he continues. “When Jay told me about you and him, I was raging. I was so fucking angry that I almost punched him in the face. But then it all started to make sense… When I realized that Jake’s friendship with you was sudden and oddly close.”

His confession sends a chill down your spine, your mind racing as you try to process his words. The pieces of the puzzle begin to fall into place, and you can’t help but feel a sense of betrayal.

Your voice trembles slightly as you speak, your words laced with urgency and desperation. “Heeseung… whatever Jay told you about me, he’s exaggerating. He’s trying to come back at me… he… he’s always done it.” You pause, gathering your thoughts, the weight of the situation heavy on your shoulders.

Heeseung’s gaze softens, a hint of understanding in his eyes. “I know,” he admits quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “That’s why I wasn’t mad at you. Well… I took it out on you, but I was angry at Jake.”

Your breath catches in your throat at his confession, the revelation taking you by surprise. “And I guess I couldn’t help but feel jealous that he had you instead of me,” he adds, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

The raw honesty in his words leaves you momentarily speechless – you knew he has always wanted you, but hearing him say it out loud left you shivering.

Then, a chuckle coming from your lips breaks the fallen silence.

“Don’t act like you can’t have any girl that you want,” you retort, tone harsh.

Heeseung’s expression softens, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. “But I want you,” he confesses, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I’ve always wanted you.”

Your breath catches in your throat, his words hanging in the air like a delicate melody. For a moment, time seems to stand still as you’re left stunned by the weight of his confession.

The vulnerability in his eyes is palpable, drawing you in despite your hesitancy. A part of you longs to surrender to the warmth of his gaze, to allow yourself to be enveloped by the raw intensity of his desire.

But years of caution and self-preservation hold you back, a voice of reason whispering in the back of your mind. You take a step back, your expression guarded as you process his words.

He notices your hesitancy, almost closing the distance between the two of you as he holds your gaze with all his mighty.

“My reputation precedes me, it’s true,” he starts. “I’ve fucked many girls, trying to forget about you, but believe when I say that especially in those moments, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Your chuckle carries a note of sarcasm as his words sink in. “Am I supposed to be flattered?” you retort, your tone sharp and laced with bitterness.

“No, fuck– no.” He tries to come up with the right words, visibly struggling.

Heeseung takes a step closer, his expression pained as he searches for the right words. "I didn't mean it like that," he says hurriedly, his voice tinged with desperation. "I just... I want you to know how much you've consumed me. How much I've fought against this… obsession I have for you, only to realize I can't escape it."

His confession hangs heavy in the air, and for a moment, the balcony feels suffocatingly small. You stare at him, eyes widening as you feel powerless in front of such vulnerability.

“I just want you to put an end to my torment," he confesses, his voice barely above a whisper.

His words leave you speechless, your heart beating faster as suddenly, you feel the urge to get closer to him, body almost closing the proximity between the two of you.

“And how I’m supposed to do that?”

The tension crackles in the air between you, thick and palpable. Heeseung’s gaze holds yours, intense and pleading, as he takes a step closer, bridging the gap between you.

“Let me have you,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the distant sounds of the party. His words hang in the air, heavy with desire.

Your heart races at his request, conflicting emotions swirling inside you. You’re torn between the allure of his offer and the knowledge of the consequences it could bring.

But in this moment, with the darkness of the night wrapping around you like a cloak, it’s easy to forget about the world outside, to succumb to the intoxicating pull of his presence.

“Just for tonight,” he adds, his voice a whisper against your ear. The words send a shiver down your spine, igniting a fire within you.

You pull back slightly, searching his eyes for any hint of insincerity. But all you see is a raw, unfiltered desire, mingled with a vulnerability you've never seen in him before. Your heart pounds, the internal conflict raging within you.

Heeseung's gaze doesn't waver. "Please," he breathes, his voice breaking slightly, the plea hanging in the air between you.

You bite your lip, your mind racing – but the magnetic pull you feel towards him, the intoxicating mix of anger, passion, and curiosity, is too strong to resist. Your breath hitches as you look up at him, the flicker of vulnerability in his eyes mirroring your own.

And then, before you can stop yourself, you close the distance between you, your hand reaching up to grasp the back of his neck. The intensity of your touch sends a jolt through him, his eyes widening slightly before they flutter shut.

You pull him down, your lips crashing into his. The kiss is fierce and desperate, your fingers tangling in his hair as you press closer, your bodies melding together in a heated embrace.

Heeseung responds instantly, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you even tighter against him. His lips move against yours with a fervent intensity, matching your own.

Your kiss deepens, becoming more insistent, more urgent. His hands roam over your back, memorizing every curve, every inch of you. You can feel the raw need in his touch, the way he clings to you as if yu the only thing keeping him grounded.

You hear him moan against your lips, desperation guiding his movements as his hands slide down your back, fingers digging into your hips as he pulls you even closer, if that's even possible.

Heeseung's lips leave yours, trailing a path down your jawline to your neck. He presses a series of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your skin, his breath ragged and filled with need.

The sensation sends shivers down your spine, making you gasp softly. “Mhmmm,” you moan at the pleasurable sensation.

“Yeah?” His tone is dangerously low, his teeth biting your soft skin enticingly.

"Let me treat you good, pretty," he murmurs against your neck, his voice a mix of dominance and desperation. His words send a thrill through you, igniting a fire deep within. "I'll make you feel so good, I promise."

His lips find yours again, the kiss more intense, more commanding this time. Heeseung's hands roam over your body with desperation, pressing you harder against him.

His hands slide under your dress, caressing your skin with a tenderness that contrasts sharply with the hunger in his kiss. “Heeseung– ah…”

Your heart pounds in your chest, the intensity of the moment overwhelming. You can feel his need for you, his desperation to prove himself, and it stirs something deep within you.

Heeseung pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he gazes into your eyes. "Please," he whimpes, his voice barely audible but laced with urgency. "Let me show you how much I want you.”

His plea hangs in the air, and you can see the vulnerability in his eyes, the raw honesty of his emotions.

In this moment, Heeseung isn't the confident, cocky Quidditch star; he's a madman standing before you, willing to give his body to you, begging for a chance to prove his worth.

“Let me prove to you that I’m worth it.”

You barely notice what happens around you as the transition from the balcony to the bedroom turns into a blur of heated kisses and hurried footsteps.

The moment you step into the room, Heeseung's hands are on you again, his touch more urgent, more desperate. He closes the door behind him, shutting out the world and leaving only the two of you in the dim light.

A yelp escapes your lips as you feel his big hands grabbing the flesh of your ass, pushing you further against him, feeling his hardness poking in his pants.

You leave his lips, pampering his neck with kisses as you purposely press yourself further while his knees go weak at the pleasurable sensation.

Heeseung's breath hitches, his grip tightening on your ass as he pulls you even closer. "God, you drive me crazy," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. His hands slide up your back, fingers tracing the curve of your spine, sending shivers down your skin.

Heeseung's hand goes down your dress and he moans appreciatively as he feels the rough fabric of your panties. “Fuck, baby…”

His movements are desperate, playing with your wetness as you try your best not to buckle under his touch. Your breath hitches, and you can feel the heat pooling between your legs, the ache for him growing unbearable.

But you refuse to let him have the upper hand.

With a sudden burst of determination, you push him onto the bed, your eyes locking with his in a fiery gaze. Heeseung's expression shifts from surprise to anticipation, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

You walk towards him, hips moving sensually as his breath catches in his throat as he stares at your perfect body. Your dress rises slightly the more you sway your hips, his eyes fixating on your curves.

You reach him, standing tall in front of his desperate figure and he wastes no time in placing his hands on your hips, but you hit them harshly.

He whines at your action, a small pout appearing on his face as his doe, begging eyes stare into you in a pleading manner.

“No touching,” you instruct, your tone lower. “Just watch me.”

Slowly, teasingly, you begin to undress in front of him, your movements deliberate and sensual.

You start by slipping the straps of your dress off your shoulders, letting the fabric slide down your body inch by tantalizing inch. His eyes darken with desire as he watches you, his hands clenching at his sides, resisting the urge to reach out and touch you.

His breath hitches, his eyes fixed on you with a burning intensity. He bites his lip, his body tensing with restraint as you continue your slow striptease.

A small smirk appears on his face as he notices your red set of lingerie, trying his best not to pounce on you – you’ve always look beautiful, but Heeseung is sure red makes you look absolutely stunning.

You unclasp your bra, letting it fall away to reveal your bare breasts, your nipples hardening under his gaze. You see the way his jaw tightens, the way his eyes flicker with raw need.

“Fuck me…” he moans to himself, clearly enjoying the view as he palms himself through his pants.

You start playing with your nipples, tugging at them as you continue moving your hips in a tantalising manner.

Then, you hook your fingers into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down slowly, savoring every moment of his tortured longing.

Standing completely naked before him, you take a step closer, your body illuminated by the soft moonlight filtering through the window. You can see the way his eyes trace the curves of your body, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath.

You turn around, giving him a glimpse of your ass as you reach for him, your hands finding his thighs as you start to move against his growing erection.

He groans loudly, eyes locked on your bare ass as he tries his best not to spank you red. He’s so focused on the swaying of your hips that he barely hears your question.

“Did you like seeing me dance?”

Heeseung's breath hitches, his fingers digging into his palms as he struggles to maintain control. "You know I did," he rasps, his voice thick with desire. "You drove me insane."

A satisfied smirk tugs at your lips. "Good," you purr, grinding against him with deliberate slowness. “Although the Heeseung I know would have joined me.”

Heeseung's eyes darken with desire at your words "Oh, believe me, I wanted to," he growls. "But watching you was its own kind of torture."

You get up from his lap, turning around to look at his handsome face as his chest heavies up and down.

You chuckle, a seductive sound that sends a shiver down his spine. "And now?" you tease, your fingers trailing down his chest. "Are you going to keep watching, or are you going to do something about it?"

Heeseung’s eyes darken with the desire, and a part of him just wants to push you on the bed and take you completely, claiming you as his as he has his way with you.

But instead, his desperation and need for you cloud his dominance, making him a begging mess.

“Please…”

A wicked smile curls your lips as you see the vulnerability in his eyes. You take charge, pushing him back onto the bed with a determined force. "Since you asked so nicely," you purr, straddling his chest and slowly moving up, your eyes never leaving his.

Heeseung's breath hitches as you position yourself above him, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as he anticipates your next move.

The sight of you, so powerful and commanding, sends a jolt of arousal through him.

Without another word, you lower yourself onto his face, your movements deliberate and controlled. Heeseung's groan vibrates against you, his tongue wasting no time as he eagerly explores your folds while you start to ride his face with a sensual rhythm.

"Mhmm Heeseung," you murmur, your fingers tangling in his hair as you guide his movements. "Just like that..."

The scent and taste of you flood his senses, and he feels a primal need to devour you completely. Each flick of his tongue, each eager lap, is driven by an insatiable desire to please you, to make you lose control.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he groans against you, his voice muffled but filled with raw hunger. Heeseung's thoughts are consumed by you – your taste, your scent, the way your body moves above him.

His tongue moves with increasing fervor, tracing patterns that make your body shiver with pleasure. Heeseung can't get enough, his hands gripping your thighs tightly, guiding your movements.

"I've dreamed about this," he breathes out between licks, his voice thick with desire. "Every time I touched another girl, I wished it was you. Only you."

Your soft moans turn him on even more, and he starts moving faster, his tongue delving deeper, exploring every inch of you. The way you respond to him, the way you ride his face with such sensual grace, drives him insane.

You throw you head back, strings of moans escaping your lips shamelessly loud. “Yes, Heeseung… ah– just like that, don’t stop!”

"Fuck, you're perfect," he murmurs against you, his voice trembling with intensity. "I want to make you come so hard, baby. I want to hear you scream my name."

Heeseung's world narrows down to the taste of you, the sounds you make, and the way your body responds to him. Each moan, each gasp, fuels his desire, driving him to push you higher and higher until you can't take it anymore. He's desperate to see you lose control, to know that he's the one making you feel this way.

You take a deep breath, savoring the feeling of Heeseung's eager mouth on you. You start to grind your hips against his face harder, setting a deliberate pace, making sure he can't escape your dominance.

"Just like that," you moan, your voice thick with pleasure. "Keep going, Heeseung."

Heeseung's hands tighten on your thighs, his tongue working frantically to please you. His thoughts are a haze of lust and need, each flick of his tongue driven by the desire to make you come undone.

"God, it’s true what they say," you murmur, your fingers tightening in his hair. "You’re so good at this– fuck!”

Heeseung groans against you, the vibrations sending shivers through your body. His thoughts are a chaotic mix of pleasure and frustration. He wants more, needs more, but he's completely at your mercy.

"Don't stop!" you command, your voice rising. "I'm so close, Heeseung. Don't you dare stop."

Heeseung's eyes flutter closed, the sensation overwhelming him. He wants to see you come undone, to feel you lose control. He redoubles his efforts, his tongue moving with frenzied urgency, determined to push you over the edge.

"Fuck, Heeseung!" you cry out, your body tensing as you finally reach your peak, your voice louder as you moan in ecstasy.

Heeseung feels a rush of triumph as you climax, your body trembling above him. He continues to lap at you, savoring the taste of your release, his hands gripping your thighs possessively.

As you come down from your high, you look down at him, your breath still ragged. "You did so good,” you murmur, your fingers gently stroking his hair.

Heeseung's heart swells at your praise, knowing that he’s the one who made you feel this way.

You climb off Heeseung's face, leaving him panting and dazed from the intensity of your release. His lips are glistening, eyes dark with lingering desire. You smirk down at him, a sense of power coursing through you as you take in his vulnerable state.

"You did so good," you purr, your voice soft but commanding. "You deserve a reward, don't you?"

Heeseung nods eagerly, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. His thoughts are a mix of anticipation and desperation, each beat of his heart echoing with the need for your touch.

You push him further on the bed, his head falling on the pillow as you eagerly take his shirt off. You trail your fingers down his bare chest, savoring the way his muscles twitch under your touch.

Slowly, you work your way down to the waistband of his pants, teasing him with light, feathery touches that make him shiver.

"Please, baby..." Heeseung's voice is barely a whisper, filled with raw need.

You chuckle softly, enjoying the sight of him so undone beneath you. "Patience," you murmur, your fingers finally slipping beneath the fabric to free his hardness.

You let out an appreciative hun at the sight of his big, hard cock and Heeseung groans as you wrap your hand around him, his hips bucking instinctively into your touch. You stroke him slowly, savoring the way his breath hitches, the way his eyes darken with lust.

"You're so eager," you tease, your thumb circling the tip of his cock, smearing the bead of pre-cum that's gathered there.

Heeseung's response is a strangled moan, his hands gripping the sheets as he fights to maintain control.

You lean down, your breath hot against his skin as you press a kiss to the tip of his cock. Heeseung's entire body tenses, his eyes wide with anticipation.

"Do you want me to make you feel good, Heeseung?" you whisper, your lips brushing against him with each word.

"Yes," he breathes, his voice hoarse with desire. “Fuck, please... I want nothing more."

You smile, your tongue flicking out to taste him.

Heeseung's reaction is immediate, a deep, guttural moan tearing from his throat. His hands fly to your hair, tangling in the strands as he fights the urge to thrust into your mouth.

You take your time, savoring the feel of him against your tongue, the taste of him on your lips. You start slow, your mouth moving over him with precision, each motion designed to drive him wild – he’s never felt anything like this, the intensity of your touch driving him to the edge of his control.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his hips bucking involuntarily as you take him deeper.

You hum around him, the vibration sending shivers down his spine. You increase your pace, taking him deeper, your hand working in unison with your mouth to push him closer to the edge.

Heeseung can't help but grab a handful of your hair, tightening his grip as you temptingly move your body, hovering over one of his thighs as you put your weight on it. The sensation sends a shiver down his spine, and he bites his lip, trying to hold back a moan.

You start grinding yourself on his thigh, your wetness smearing against his skin. The feeling of your arousal against his thigh and the sound of your moans against his dick make his mind swirl with desire.

"Fuck," he groans, his voice low and rough.

Suddenly, you feel a change in Heeseung’s demeanour, his begging state becoming less evident as his voice becomes steadied and rougher.

"You're so wet for me. Do you like that, baby? Grinding on my thigh while you suck me off?"

You hum in response, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through him. Heeseung's grip in your hair tightens, his hips bucking slightly into your mouth.

"That's it, baby. Keep going. Show me how much you want it."

You grind harder against his thigh, your movements becoming more desperate as you chase your own pleasure. Heeseung's eyes darken with lust as he watches you, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.

"God, you're so fucking hot," he pants, his hands roaming over your back, down to your ass, encouraging your movements.

His words drive you wild, your dominance faltering as you struggle to continue sucking his cock.

You moan around him, the sound muffled as you take him deeper into your mouth. Heeseung's head falls back, a guttural moan escaping his lips as the sensation overwhelms him.

"Fuck, just like that," he growls, his voice filled with desperation. "You're so good, baby. So fucking good. Keep going. Fuck– what a fucking wet pussy…”

Your movements become frantic, your arousal slickening his thigh as you grind against him with increasing fervor. The feeling of his hard cock in your mouth, combined with the pressure on your clit, drives you to the brink of ecstasy.

His grip tightens in your hair, hips thrusting up into your mouth as he gets lost in the pleasure.

"Fuck, baby. That's it. You're so fucking perfect." Heeseung groans loudly, the sensation pushing him closer to his own release.

But he’s far from finished; he wants to prolong it, to feel you entirely. He didn’t wait so long just to cum in your mouth without savouring the tightness and warmth of your cunt first.

Heeseung's eyes darken with determination as he takes a deep breath, shifting his grip on you.

With a swift, powerful motion, he flips you onto your back, his body looming over yours. The sudden dominance in his actions sends a thrill through you, your breath catching as you stare up at him.

"I’m not done with you." Heeseung's voice is low, almost a growl, as he pins your wrists above your head with one hand, his other hand trailing down your body. "I've waited too long for this. I'm going to take my time, make you feel every second of it."

You shiver under his touch, your body arching towards him as he slides his hand between your legs, his fingers teasing your entrance. He watches your reactions intently, a smirk tugging at his lips as he feels your wetness.

"God, you're so ready for me," he murmurs, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and lust. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to think of anyone else."

Heeseung positions himself at your entrance, his eyes never leaving yours as teases with the head of his cock. He moves his gaze down your cunt, a broken moan leaving his lips at the sight.

He can’t help but stare at you in awe, the desperation, longing and need he had for you for all this years leading him to this very moment.

Heeseung is no new to winning, but this is a prize that he never thought he could achieve – but here you are now, legs spread in front of him as you give yourself to him entirely.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he breathes out, his voice trembling with a mix of dominance and desperation.

Heeseung's fingers dig into your hips as he lines himself up, his eyes filled with an intense, almost feral hunger.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "How many nights l've dreamed of being inside you, making you mine."

“Then take me,” you voice is hoarse, your chest heaving up and down in anticipation. “Before I take you instead.”

Your tone is teasing, a smirk appearing on your face as Heeseung laughs at your self-assuredness. "Yeah?" he says, his eyes darkening with desire.

“You think you can play with me?"

Heeseung's grip tightens on your hips, and in one swift movement, he pushes into you, burying himself to the hilt. The suddenness and intensity of his action take your breath away, your smirk replaced with a gasp of surprise and pleasure.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, his voice dripping with a mix of admiration and dominance. "You really thought you could take control? That you could handle me?"

He sets a relentless pace, each thrust powerful and deliberate, hitting you in just the right spots. The force of his movements drives you wild, the pleasure almost overwhelming.

You moan helplessly, his cock hitting you all in the right spots as you tighten your cunt around him.

"God, you feel insane," he groans, his grip on your hips tightening. "So fucking perfect."

Heeseung pauses, savouring the sensation, the way your body clings to him, warm and wet and inviting. He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me."

"I want you, Heeseung," you gasp, your voice trembling with need. "I want you so fucking much."

His body is pervaded by a sense of warmth at your words – the same words he always dreamed of hearing.

A low, satisfied growl escapes his lips, and he begins to move, setting a slow, deliberate pace instead.

Each thrust is controlled, powerful, designed to drive you wild with desire. "That's it, pretty," he murmurs, his voice a rough whisper. "Take me. Take every inch of me."

His words, his touch, everything about him drives you closer to the edge. You can feel his desperation, his need, in every movement, every thrust. Heeseung's hands roam over your body, touching, caressing, worshipping.

"You're mine tonight," he growls, his voice filled with possessiveness. "Mine to fuck, mine to pleasure. No one else can have you like this."

His words leaves you speechless, eyes rolling back as you struggle to say a coherent word.

His eyes bore into yours, filled with a predatory hunger that makes your heart race. "You’re just a needy little thing, aren't you? So desperate to be fucked." He whispers harshly, his breath hot against your skin

Each thrust is punctuated with a string of dirty, teasing words, designed to push you further into a frenzy of desire. "Look at you," he says, his voice dripping with condescension. "Moaning and squirming under me. You thought you could handle this, but you're just a little slut for my cock, aren't you?"

The intensity of his movements, combined with his words, drives you closer and closer to the edge. You can feel the buildup, the tightening in your core, the way your body responds to his dominance.

“Heeseung– fuck… I’m so fucking close!” you gasp, your body quivering with the intensity of your impeding orgasm.

But just as you're about to tip over the edge, Heeseung stops, pulling out of you with a wicked grin. "Not yet, pretty," he whispers, his voice a mix of teasing and dominance. "I'm not done with you."

He effortlessly flips you over onto your hands and knees, positioning you exactly how he wants you. The anticipation builds as you feel the head of his cock teasing your entrance once more.

Heeseung's hands grip your hips, holding you steady as he thrusts back into you, deeper this time, eliciting a cry of pleasure from your lips.

The new angle sends jolts of pleasure through your body, and you can't help but arch your back, pressing against him. His pace is relentless, each thrust precise and powerful, driving you wild with desire.

As you move together, your eyes catch sight of the large mirror on the wall beside his bed. The reflection takes your breath away – you can see every movement, every thrust of his hips, the way his muscles flex with each powerful motion. The sight is intoxicating, amplifying the pleasure coursing through your veins.

You focus on the sensual movement of his hips, strings of moans shamelessly leaving you lips as you stare at him through the mirror.

Heeseung notices your gaze, and a smirk plays on his lips. "Like what you see?" he asks, his voice dripping with arrogance.

"Look at yourself, baby. Look at how good you take me."

The sight of your own reflection, combined with his dirty talk, sends you spiraling closer to the edge once more. His thrusts become even more intense, his grip on your hips tightening as he drives into you with a primal need.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he growls, his eyes fixed on the mirror. "Seeing you like this, seeing how desperate you are for me... it drives me insane."

You can't tear your eyes away from the mirror, from the way he fucks you with such raw passion and dominance. The way his hips move, so sensual yet powerful, leaves you breathless.

Heeseung's hands grip your hips tighter, and without warning, he delivers a sharp spank to your ass, the sting sending a delicious jolt of pain and pleasure through your body. "You have no idea how long l've waited for this," he growls, his voice thick with lust and desire. "How long I've waited for you."

He spanks you again, harder this time, the sound echoing through the room. The sensation intensifies the pleasure, and you can't help but moan loudly, your body arching into his touch. His fingers dig into your flesh, leaving marks that you will surely find in the morning.

"You've teased me for so long," he continues, his thrusts becoming more forceful, each one driving you closer to the edge. "But tonight– ah, fuck! … tonight you're mine, and I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

His words send shivers down your spine, the dominance in his voice igniting a fire within you.

Every thrust, every spank, every word he utters is like fuel to the flames, driving you wild with need.

"You like this, don't you?" Heeseung's voice is low and rough, a perfect match for the way he's fucking you. "You like being fucked like this, being treated like the needy little slut you are."

His words push you further into a haze of pleasure, your mind barely able to process anything other than the overwhelming sensations coursing through you. The combination of his rough, demanding thrusts and his dirty talk has you on the brink of insanity.

"Heeseung," you gasp, your voice barely a whisper as you struggle to hold on. "I'm so close..."

His grip on your hips tightens, and he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "No, pretty, not yet,” he murmurs, his voice a mix of dominance and desperate need.

“We’re going to cum together.”

The intensity of his thrusts increases, each one hitting deeper, harder, sending waves of pleasure through your entire body. Your senses are heightened, every touch, every sound magnified as you feel yourself closer to the edge.

The feeling of his thick cock filling you completely, the way his hips slam against you with such raw power – it’s almost too much to bear.

You bite your lip, trying to hold back the urge to let go, to surrender to the overwhelming sensations coursing through you. His hand slides down to your clit, rubbing it in tight, urgent circles, pushing you closer and closer to the brink. The combination of his rough, demanding thrusts and the skilled movements of his fingers has you trembling with need.

"Heeseung," you whimper, your body quaking with the effort to hold back. "I can't... I can't hold on..."

"You can," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "You're going to wait for me, pretty. We're coming together."

As he says that, Heeseung's thrusts become more frantic, more erratic, as he too nears the edge. You can feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tighten, the way his breath quickens.

"Heeseung, fuckfuckfuck!" you yell, feeling your own climax building.

His voice is rough and urgent as he responds, "I know, pretty. I'm close, too. Fuck, I'm so close." His movements become even more desperate, each thrust driving you closer to the edge.

"Cum with me," he commands, his voice a strained whisper. "I want to feel you come apart around me."

The intensity of his thrusts is almost overwhelming, the sensation of his cock hitting deep inside you sending shivers of pleasure through your body.

"You're so tight, so fucking perfect," he groans, his words a mix of praise and desperation. "I want to feel you squeeze me when you cum. Come on, baby, let go for me."

His hand moves to your clit, rubbing it in tight, urgent circles, pushing you closer and closer to the brink. Strings of moans and calls of his name leave your lips, your body trembling entirely.

"That's it," he growls, his voice filled with raw desire. "Cum for me, pretty. Cum with me."

With one final, powerful thrust, Heeseung pushes you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes over you like the strongest wave, your entire body shaking with the force of it. As you cry out his name, you feel him release inside you, his own climax hitting him hard.

He whimpers loudly, his grip on your hips tightening as he spills into you, filling you completely. The sound is almost desperate, a raw expression of the longing he's harbored for so long.

"Yesyesyes, fuck that's it," he moans, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Fuck, holy shit– you’re such a good girl– ah! … take it all."

For a moment, the world seems to stand still.

The only sounds are your ragged breaths and the rapid beating of your hearts. Heeseung slowly pulls out of you, collapsing onto the bed beside you. He looks at your precious body, your chest heaving up and down as he savours the sight that haunted his dreams for so long.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. "Completely fucked out and still so damn gorgeous."

You chuckle, a tired but satisfied sound, turning your head to meet his gaze. "Feeling proud of yourself?" you tease back, a smirk playing on your lips.

Heeseung's eyes darken with desire, a cocky grin spreading across his face. "More than you know," he replies, his hand trailing down your body. "But I think you enjoyed it just as much, didn't you?"

You bite your lip, the playful gleam in your eyes not fading. "Mhm… maybe," you say, your voice a sultry, teasing whisper.

Heeseung leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Oh, come on," he coaxes, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You can admit it. You loved every minute of it."

You arch an eyebrow, a smirk playing on your lips. "And what if I did?" you tease back, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "Does that stroke your ego enough?"

Heeseung chuckles, his hand sliding up to cup your cheek. "Oh, it's more than enough," he murmurs, his eyes smoldering with desire. "But don't worry, pretty. I’ll be sure to give you plenty more to enjoy. I plan on having you again. And again, and again."

You shiver at his words, the promise of more sending a thrill through you. "Is that so?" you challenge, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "You think you can handle me?"

Heeseung chuckles, his confidence unwavering. "I know I can," he responds, his hand slipping between your legs – feeling your wetness – to tease you once more. "And I’ll prove it to you every chance I get."

You gasp at the sudden touch, your body responding eagerly. "We'll see about that," you whisper, your voice filled with anticipation.

Heeseung's grin widens, his eyes never leaving yours. "Oh, you’ll see,” he promises, his voice filled with determination. "And by the end of the night, you'll be begging for more."

You roll your eyes playfully, but the excitement bubbling inside you is undeniable. "Prove it," you challenge, a daring smile on your lips.

Heeseung's eyes flash with determination, and he pulls you closer, his lips brushing against yours. "Challenge accepted," he murmurs, not wasting any time as he gets on top of you.

Turns out that other than being a champion, Heeseung is often true to his words; the rest of the night is spent in each other’s arms, your bodies fighting tiredness as you continue to fuck without any sign to stop.

By the early morning, you’re both left without energy, soon falling into a deep sleep.

After a few hours, Heeseung can’t help but notice the morning light filter through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room as he slowly blinks his eyes open. For a moment, he revels in the warmth of the bed, before he turns around with an outstretched arm.

Only to find no one else besides him.

Confusion clouds his thoughts as he sits up, running a hand through his tousled hair as he looks around the room.

There's no trace of you, no sign that you were ever there except for the faint scent of your perfume lingering in the air. Heeseung tries his best to push aside the twinge of disappointment that pervades him, despite him knowing your intentions.

He almost throws himself back on the bed but then, his gaze falls on the edge of the bed, and he notices something out of place – a piece of red lingerie, folded neatly as if placed there intentionally. His heart skips a beat as he reaches out to pick it up, the familiar fabric slipping through his fingers.

He chuckles to himself as he plays with it. “Little tease,” he murmurs, knowing that yours was nothing more than a teasing way to remind him that he can’t have all of you.

But rather than deter him, this realization only fuels his determination. He knows he’s won this battle, but he’s well aware that the war is far from over.

After all, Heeseung is not one to shy away from a challenge, especially when it comes to something – or someone – he desires.

He’ll continue to pursue you, to show you that he’s worthy of your affection.

He’ll prove that he’s more than just a fleeting conquest – because one thing is certain: he’ll never give up until he’s claimed his ultimate prize.

You.

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thinking about modern day Sanji as a child.

c.w: a smidge of Sanji’s backstory spoilers, nothing serious though, angstyyy.

w.c: 380

Pinky Promise | Sanji x Reader

He would be the strange kid you found in the sandpit alone, to the best friend you’d promised to marry in the future on a whim.

“Don’t talk to him, he’s such a loser!”

“His brother's toys are always so much cooler!!!”

“He has cooties y’know? Don’t go near him!”

“Why does he wear such a girly jacket? Looks like he pulled it out of his moms closet.”

“Look away- Oh my gosh! Why is he looking at us?!?”

“What a creep.”

You heard all their mean words followed by cruel laughs loud and clear, except you were above all their nasty comments about the boy who played around in the sand with a pirate ship and a multitude of colorful fish.

At first glance, he seemed happy. You were too young to understand the depth of human emotions.

Skipping over towards him, “Hey, can I be the blue fish?” you ask with a cheeky smile. His pale cheeks turn pink at a loss for words wondering, why would anyone play with him? Tight lipped and wide eyed with suppressed excitement, he nods enthusiastically, choosing not to say anything so as to not drive you away.

And the rest is history.

Few years later, his dad had to move for work and it was the first time they ever seriously argued. Sanji refused the sudden move, saying he had friends when really it was only ever you. His dad however couldn’t care less. You wipe his teary cheeks with your thumbs.

He never told you why he was crying though.

“Y/n…promise me something please.” He says out of the blue with wet lashes through a stuttering voice. “Yes, anything!” you say desperately, anything to coerce your unhappy friend, turned crush overtime. “I wanna play with you forever… you know that right?” he says sniffling. “Yes! Me too, Sanji!” you say without a second though. “When we’re older, will you be my girlfriend… like forever?”

You feel your tiny little heart warm up the way his teary eyes lit up “Sure!” you say with a smile. He holds out his pinky and you lock yours with his “Pinky Promise!” you say together. He finally felt at ease with your reassurance, the trail of tears drying, slowly growing sticky.

And that’s the last you’d ever see of him.

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how i look on you

❤︎ portgas d ace x fem reader ❤︎

༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧

hey guys, im back! ◡̈ ♡︎

cw: softdom!ace, missionary, teasing, begging, edging, ace briefly holds your wrists down. creampie, praise, aftercare :)

word count: ~800

tagging: @maddddstuff @bby-deerling @3v37773 @lovelyeddiely @lowkeycasanova @shamblespirate @sanjisjuul @help-i-lost-my-sock

how i look on you

Heat makes its way from your lips, traveling over the soft ridge of your chin, down your trembling body to find its home in your core. Each press of his lips to yours, each sweat-coated, flesh-colliding dance of passion ignites a deep, forest-burning fire within your body, and simply rears its head in defiance at the mere prospect of being tamed.

Ace is relentless in his efforts to stuff you full; pressing your wrists firmly into the plush mattress as he hovers above you, thrusting his hips to greet your cervix with blunt, precise caresses of his tip. 

“Come on,” he groans into your mouth, slightly agape as your pathetic attempts to catch your breath fall flat in the face of his merciless pace.

“Ace-” you whine, letting your head lull back, instinctively giving the freckle-faced man above you more access to your gulping throat. Your trembling hands dart down to grasp at his toned hips, tracing his v-line beneath your fingertips to guide his efforts. 

“Yeah,” he murmurs lowly, dark eyes lidded as he gazes down to admire himself disappearing in and out of your sloppy cunt. “Show me how you want it.”

“C-Can’t-” you whimper, chewing on your bottom lip as you arch your back, pressing your chest into his to allow him to slide a reassuring hand beneath you, “gonna come, please-” 

You can feel him in your belly and it’s almost too much, almost. For fear of tumbling off the edge, of making a mess of his cock with your essence, you half-heartedly attempt to pull away, secretly praying he’ll just pull you right back in.

And that he does. 

“Oh, don’t give me that,” he tsks, slowly shaking his head side-to-side in mock disapproval as the pace of his thrusts only increases. 

His mocking disapproval only spurs you on, the intensity of his thrusts sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Each deep, measured stroke leaves you gasping, your moans mingling with his groans in a symphony of passion. Your legs wrap around his waist, desperate to pull him even closer, to feel every inch of him as he drives you to the brink of ecstasy.

"Ace, please," you plead, your voice barely more than a whisper, fried and raw with need.

"That's it," he growls, his breath hot against your ear. "Beg for it. Let me hear how much you want it."

The fire in your core blazes even hotter, fueled by his words and the relentless rhythm of his hips. Your body arches into him, your fingers digging into the muscles of his back as you cling to him, desperate for the release that's so tantalizingly close.

"I want it," you gasp, your voice trembling with urgency. "I need it, Ace. Please."

His eyes darken with lust as he watches you, his movements never faltering. He captures your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your cries of pleasure as he drives you higher and higher.

With a final, powerful thrust, he pushes you over the edge. Your body convulses around him, the waves of your orgasm crashing over you with an intensity that leaves you breathless. Ace's name falls from your lips in a broken moan, your nails raking down his back as you surrender completely to the ecstasy. 

“Thank you, thank you, fuck, thank you!” you cry out, the words pouring from your lips in a desperate chant, your pleasure-filled squeals a testament to the skill of the man above you.

He follows you off the edge, his own release tearing through him as he buries himself deep inside you. His groan of satisfaction reverberates through your body, the sensation of his warmth filling you completely.

For a moment, the world narrows to just the two of you, tangled together in a haze of spent passion. Ace's breath is ragged against your skin, his body heavy but comforting atop yours. He lifts his head to look at you, a satisfied smile curling his lips.

"That's my girl," he murmurs, his voice a low, contented rumble. "You did so good."

You smile weakly, the afterglow of your shared pleasure making you feel weightless. 

He chuckles softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before easing himself off you, pulling you into his arms. 

In the dim light of the room, you rest against him, your body still thrumming with that undeniable pleasure only he can grant you.

willowbelle is back & (hopefully) better than ever! :) thank you for your patience, everyone, & i hope you enjoy this ace food. ♡︎

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kickoff | series masterlist.

gojo satoru x reader [18+] | angst, fluff, smut

ᰔ pairing. college au - soccer player! gojo x film major! reader (f)

ᰔ summary. gojo satoru is the most popular guy on your college campus. he's tall, funny, hot, not to mention he's the most talented soccer forward the school has seen in years. but he's also a frat dude, which puts him in a world very different from your own, as he spends most of his nights partying & drinking while you spend most of yours working on your annoying film major assignments. but when he reaches out to you for a favor, you realize that helping him out might have something in it for you too.

ᰔ warnings/tags. 18+, fluff, angst, smut, college au, fraternities, sororities, partying, drinking/alcohol, weed usage, romance, jealousy, pining, slow burn, opposites to lovers, friends to lovers, she falls first he falls harder, gojo being an idiot

ᰔ status. ongoing

ᰔ word count. 72.5k

ᰔ taglist. open (feel free to comment!)

☾·̩͙꙳ moodboard no.1

♬.*ﾟplaylist

chapter index.

ch1. gojo satoru sent you a message

ch2. terms and conditions

ch3. returning the favor

ch4. a day in the life of a hot soccer player

ch5. these feelings are hard to find

ch6. devil's advocate

ch7. to lose someone you love

ch8. a little cottage on the countryside

ch9. words you've been wanting to hear

ch10. pending...

drabbles.

1. third wheeling

additional content.

official headcanons pt1. fluff, mild nsfw | link

anon headcanons. fluff | link

a note from the author. hello! my name is ellie, and this is my first long fic series called 'kickoff' which i began posting earlier this year in january! if you do decide to read it, i thank you very much from the bottom of my heart as it means a lot to me :””) please let me know if i missed any tags or warnings! and for those who may want to know before reading, this series will have a happy ending <3

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jjk texts .

“go faster next time”

sending lingerie pics

asking them for nudes

bf texts (megumi + inumaki)

texting u during girls night

“hey daddy”

when a guy asks for your number

“ass or tits?”

“my bed’s feeling lonely”

on your period

them being needy in public

finding out a guy did your brazilian wax

faking an orgasm prank

"draw a heart with the tip"

“she’s busy”

jjk fics .

number one sorcerer (and virgin) + back scratches - virgin!switch!gojo satoru

“in which your boyfriend — notorious for boasting about how good he is in bed — turns out to be all bark and no bite (until you give him a few pushes, at least).”

jjk drabbles .

gojo making fun of your other fwb

extra .

when you hit their balls

PLS DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY WORK/IDEAS, it is not cool and i will prob hunt u down!!!! besides that i hope u enjoy my blog <3

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symptoms and causes | m.list

𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝, 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎. 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝚒 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑.

ღ pairing professor gojo x med student reader

ღ summary he's arrogant, self-centered, and he's your professor. renowned for his brilliance in neurosurgery and infamous for his allure. too bad you have to work with him on this research team. now you're stuck with dr. satoru gojo, delving into the complexities of both the brain and the heart—and of how far you'd go for a love that could destroy not only him but you as well.

ღ status ongoing (no schedule)

ღ wc 151 k currently

ღ warnings 18+ ONLY. contains explicit sexual content, substance abuse/addiction, overdosing, dark and mature themes, self-destructive and abusive behavior, manipulation, moral ambiguity, borderline insane behavior by all involved, heavy angst with happy ending, panic attacks, family drama/trauma, mentions of death, illness, and blood, graphic medical procedures. reader discretion is advised.

ღ additional tags age difference (11 years), student-teacher relationship, university setting, satoru gojo is deeply flawed but undeniably lovable, he falls first and i'll probably drive him insane, complicated relationship/pining, alcohol use, smoking, suguru geto is also a hot surgeon (because, why not?)

playlist + ao3 + wattpad

ღ taglist closed

ღ chapters

chapter 01 | stepping into the surgeon's circle

chapter 02 | bandaid

chapter 03 | shattered porcelain

chapter 04 | flowers and rain

chapter 05 | consume

chapter 06 | after every decision

chapter 07 | old friends

chapter 08 | setting sun

chapter 09 | dying light (gojo's pov)

chapter 10 | nightmare

chapter 11 | bleed (gojo's pov)

chapter 12 | tethered to you

chapter 13 | say my name

more to come...

ღ headcanons

gojo headcanons (sfw + nsfw) + geto headcanons (sfw + nsfw)

ღ drabbles

thoughts of you (geto)

ღ background info

gojo aesthetics + what gojo wears + what geto wears + what yn wears + what car they drive + gojo's apartment + how old they are

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If you’re in this community, you’re a target. We are gender atheists in a community of fanatics. We have extremely unpopular ideas and there are tech-savvy and well-connected users who want us to go away. I know a lot of us have gotten messages or replies about what people want to do to us. Almost all of them are completely full of shit. But not everyone.

There was an article written several years ago now, following the money on the political spending for this movement. Unsurprisingly, this article was scrubbed off the internet and is very difficult to find on google. It jumps from place to place. Here is a copy of it.

The broader movement to eradicate women as a medical and legal class is run by people, largely men, who are wealthy, well-connected, and tech-savvy. This movement is run by people who are willing to break the law, stack the deck, and do whatever it takes to “win.” And the entire time, they’ll cry about how you’re making them feel unsafe.

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~DCBB 2023~

My first Bang!! And let me tell you, I was so nervous about jumping on this train. Then came the opportunity to illustrate @mbqnoyolo's yummy fic Monster for the @deancasbigbang, and it was LIT.

Give it a read here, frens <3

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I've seen the idea of Jazz/Jason having the vibes of Mortisha and Gomez Addams and while I HARD agree that that is the most excellent perspective of the Anger Management ship, may I suggest:

Way of the House Husband Anger Management.

Just consider the excellent potential of terrifying former Crime Lord and hopelessly devoted house husband Jason and his hard working professional and seemingly very normal wife Jazz?

Just imagine this scene in the context of Anger Management, just look at the potential here!

Or imagine a Wayne Family Adventure style thing where the BatFam is having a ridiculous beach episode style thing and getting way too competitive with volleyball resulting in this:

Just think of all the hijinks! The shenanigans! The possibility of adding ghost nonsense on top of everything else!

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