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✎ PAIRING! Lee Heeseung x Hana Kang (1st person)

✎ SYNOPSIS! You always wondered if Heeseung would love you back. If he would be the perfect Boyfriend. Or even husband... Too bad you're too insecure to even ask him out. But what exactly happens to the two of you after an incident…

✎GENRE! Childhood Friends to Lovers, Angsty at times, written series, unrequited love

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ : ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ - ᴀʀᴄᴛɪᴄ ᴍᴏɴᴋᴇʏꜱ 1:09 ───ㅇ───── 3:03 Volume: ■■■■■□□□

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A warmth spread through me at his words, and before I could overthink it, I leaned in and kissed him again, my lips meeting his with a mix of longing and excitement. Heeseung's response was immediate and passionate; his arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer as our kiss deepened.

His lips were soft yet assertive against mine, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I melted into his embrace, my hands finding their way to the back of his neck, tangling in his hair as if to glue myself to him.

The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the sensation of his warm breath mingling with mine, the gentle rhythm of our kisses filling the space between us. Each touch, each caress spoke volumes of the unspoken emotions I've kept hidden for so long.

As our lips collided for nth time, I felt a rush of emotions—the thrill of desire and the euphoria of finally crossing that threshold with someone who meant so much to me. It was a moment of pure connection, where words were unnecessary, and our actions spoke louder than any confession could.

As we lingered in that intimate embrace, the air between us thick with unspoken desire, Heeseung's touch on my cheek sent a shiver down my spine. His gaze held mine, intense and filled with a mixture of longing and tenderness that left me breathless.

"I don't want this night to end," Heeseung whispered, his voice husky with emotion.

I swallowed hard, feeling a rush of anticipation coursing through me. "Me neither," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper.

Heeseung's fingers trailed from my cheek to the nape of my neck, sending a wave of tingles through me. "Do you trust me, Hana?" he asked softly, his breath warm against my lips.

Without hesitation, I nodded, my heart pounding with excitement and nerves.

Heeseung leaned in, his lips grazing my neck with feather-light kisses that sent electric pulses through my body. Each touch was tender yet passionate, leaving a trail of wet, gentle kisses along my collarbone.

I gasped softly, my fingers threading through his hair as he continued to kiss my neck. Heeseung's murmurs of admiration and desire sent a rush of heat coursing through me. "You looked so beautiful tonight," he mumbled against my skin, his voice thick with desperation.

His words, coupled with the intensity of his kisses, made my knees weak with desire. I tilted my head back, offering him more access, lost in the intoxicating sensation of his lips on my skin.

As Heeseung pulled away, his lips were swollen and glistening with a hint of moisture, evidence of our passionate exchange. His eyes, usually so composed, now looked blown wide with desire and emotion, reflecting the intensity of the moment we had shared.

I caught my breath, feeling a rush of heat spread through me as I gazed at him, unable to tear my eyes away from his captivating gaze. The room seemed to pulse with the electricity between us, and I could hear the sound of our mingled breaths, heavy with anticipation.

Heeseung's hand gently brushed against my cheek, his touch tender yet filled with longing. "Hana," he whispered hoarsely, his voice filled with a mix of reverence and desire.

I reached out, tracing the curve of his jaw with trembling fingers, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my touch. "Heeseung," I murmured back, my voice barely a whisper, my heart racing with a heady combination of excitement and nervousness.

In that charged moment, time seemed to stand still as we stood there, locked in a silent exchange of unspoken words and raw emotion. The air around us crackled with anticipation, each heartbeat echoing the mutual longing we felt for each other.

Without another word, Heeseung pulled me close once more, his lips finding mine in a kiss that reignited the fiery passion between us. His hands roamed eagerly over my body, igniting a trail of sensation wherever they touched. My back pressed against his bed, a thrilling mix of vulnerability and desire washing over me.

His kisses deepened, his tongue seeking entrance into my mouth, and I welcomed him eagerly, tasting the sweet, heady flavour of our shared desire. Every touch, every caress spoke of a hunger that had been building between us, now unleashed in a frenzy of need and longing.

I moaned softly into his mouth, the sound reverberating between us, as his hands slid under my shirt, tracing the curve of my spine, sending shivers down my spine. Heeseung's breath was hot against my skin as he kissed his way down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

"God, Hana," he breathed against my ear, his voice husky with desire. "You drive me crazy."

His words only fuelled my desire, igniting a primal need within me that begged for more. In that heated moment, with our bodies pressed together and our hearts beating as one, I knew that there was no turning back. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth and intimacy of his touch, I knew that this night was far from over.

I gasped softly as his lips found the sensitive curve of my neck, his touch gentle yet possessive. His hands roamed over my body, exploring with a familiarity that made my pulse race. Each touch ignited a fire within me, drawing me closer to him in a dance of longing and desire.

My hands found their way to his shirt, fingers deftly working to unbutton it, eager to feel more of his skin against mine. Heeseung responded with a low growl of approval, his lips finding mine once more in a hungry kiss that spoke volumes of our mutual yearning.

Lost in the intoxicating rush of pleasure and connection, we surrendered to the moment, our bodies moving together in a rhythm as old as time. The world outside faded away, leaving only the sensation of his touch, the whispered promises exchanged between us, and the overwhelming feeling of being consumed by each other.

In the dim light of his room, our passion burned bright, a flame that flickered with every kiss, every caress. It was a night of surrender, of letting go of inhibitions and giving in to the undeniable pull drawing us closer. And as we moved in unison, exploring and cherishing each other, I knew that this was more than just physical intimacy—it was a celebration of the deep connection we had discovered, a promise of shared moments and endless possibilities.

As the night wore on, our bodies entwined and our hearts beating as one, I found myself falling deeper in love with Heeseung, grateful for the unexpected journey that had brought us to this moment of pure bliss.

The Next Morning

Waking up with a pounding headache was not a good way to wake up with the soft light of dawn flickering through the curtains,into my eyes. I stirred from a deep slumber, my senses slowly returning as I became aware of the warmth beside me.

Turning slightly, I saw Heeseung still asleep, his features softened in the early morning light. Memories of the night before flooded my mind—moments of intimacy that had left an lasting mark on my heart.

But as I lay there, a wave of panic suddenly washed over me, creeping in like a cold draft in the warmth of the room. Doubts and fears clouded my mind—what did last night mean? Was it just a moment of love or something less?

Carefully untangling myself from Heeseung's embrace, I slipped out of bed, trying not to disturb him. My heart raced as I hastily gathered my clothes, my movements frantic with the need to escape the overwhelming emotions swirling inside me.

As I reached for the door, a sense of unease gripped me. I hesitated for a moment, my hand on the doorknob, before deciding to leave. But as I walked down the hallway, my mind a whirlwind of confusion, I passed a closed door and froze.

Faint voices drifted through the crack beneath the door—a familiar laugh that sent a jolt of recognition through me. It was Minji's voice, unmistakable in its warmth and familiarity. And with her, I heard another voice—Jake's voice, low and murmuring.

Without another word, without looking back, I turned away from the closed door and hurried down the hallway, my steps heavy with the weight of uncertainty and heartache. The morning light that had seemed so gentle and promising only moments ago now felt harsh and unforgiving.

As I made my way back to my own dorm, the weight of  confusion hung heavy on my shoulders. Each step felt like a struggle, as if I were carrying not just my own emotions.

Back in my room, I closed the door behind me with a sense of finality, shutting out the world and the painful memories that threatened to consume me. I leaned against the door, taking a moment to collect myself.

I moved mechanically, shedding the clothes that still carried the scent of Heeseung, a reminder of a night that had begun with promise but ended in confusion.

Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I realised it was best for me to cover the hickeys that Heeseung left last night due to my classes later in the day.As I stood under the shower, letting the warm water wash away the physical remnants of the night, I allowed myself to acknowledge the depth of my emotions. Anger and sadness they swirled together in a mix, threatening to overwhelm me once more.

After showering and dressing in fresh clothes, I sat by the window, staring out at the world beyond.

After sitting by the window for a while, lost in my thoughts, I realized that I couldn't stay in my room forever.

"Gosh this is so embarrassing. Not only did I walk out on him, but its going to be so awkward seeing him again" I whined to myself as I pushed myself up from my windowsill.

 With a deep breath, I began to gather my things, focusing on the routine of getting ready for the day ahead.

 I pulled out my backpack and carefully organized my books and notes for school, trying to channel my energy into something productive.

With a final glance around my room, I grabbed my keys and phone, slipping them into my bag. Taking a deep breath, I left my room behind, closing the door, locking it. 

After a busy morning of classes and trying to keep my mind occupied, I met up with Minji and our friends for lunch at our favourite spot on campus. The sun was shining brightly, and the chatter of students filled the air, creating a lively atmosphere that lifted my spirits despite the lingering unease from the previous night.

As we settled around a table shaded by overhanging branches, the mood among our friends was a mix of curiosity and concern. Minji gently brought up the topic as we picked at our food.

"So, spill Hana!" Minji leaned forward, her eyes wide with excitement and curiosity. "What happened after Heeseung dragged you away from us at the party last night?  

Hanni and Danielle exchanged knowing glances, clearly eager to hear the juicy details. Hyein and Haerin, always up for a bit of gossip, leaned closer, their smiles mischievous.

I chuckled nervously, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks under their playful scrutiny. "Well," I began, trying to downplay the intensity of the moment, "let's just say we did not just sleep in his room..."

Minji raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. "So you guys fucked?"

"Um, well, yeah, things definitely got... interesting," I admitted, trying to find a way to change the subject.

Before I could finish, Minji gasped dramatically. "Cmon tell us! We won't make it into a big deal!"

I stared sheepishly, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and excitement at reliving the moment with my friends. "Well...we did more than just kissing...."

Hyein and Haerin giggled, clearly enjoying the gossip. "So, what happened next? Did you two become an item overnight?"

I shook my head, a wistful smile playing on my lips. "Not exactly. The morning after was... a bit complicated."

Minji nodded trying to understand my situation a bit more. "Hey, I get it. Sometimes life doesn't play out the way you want it to, but don't worry, you and Heeseung are so gonna start dating."

As we continued chatting over lunch, the mood lightened, and I found myself grateful for the support and understanding of my friends. 

As we continued to chat and laugh over lunch, the atmosphere around our table remained light-hearted and supportive. Minji kept the conversation flowing effortlessly, while Hanni and Danielle added their witty remarks and anecdotes from their latest adventures. Hyein and Haerin chimed in with their own playful banter, creating a sense of  closeness that lifted my spirits.

Just as we were debating about the new teachers at Decelis, I noticed Jake and Heeseung making their way over to our table. Jake, with golden retriever like smile and laid-back demeanour, waved at us as he approached. Heeseung followed closely behind, his expression being quite unreadable.

"Hey, ladies," Jake greeted us warmly, sliding into an empty chair next to Minji before pecking her cheek. "Mind if we join you?"

"Of course not," Minji replied with a grin, motioning for Heeseung to take the remaining seat beside me. "Pull up a chair, Heeseung."

Heeseung nodded gratefully, his eyes meeting mine briefly before he sat down. There was a moment of awkward silence, filled only by the clinking of utensils and the distant hum of conversation around us.

"So," Jake started casually, breaking the tension, "what are you girls talking about?"

Minji flashed a mischievous grin at Jake's question. "Oh, just sharing our thoughts on the new male teachers." she replied, casting a playful glance in my direction.

Hanni and Danielle nodded in agreement, their expressions lighting up with excitement. "Yeah, especially Mr. Lee," Danielle added with a grin. "He's been surprisingly kind."

"He's practically a sweetheart," Hanni chimed in, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

I couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in Heeseung's demeanour as Mr. Lee's name came up. His jaw tensed ever so slightly, a flicker of unease crossing his features before he quickly masked it with a nonchalant smile.

"Oh yeah?" Heeseung said casually, though there was an edge to his voice. "Mr. Lee sounds like quite the charmer."

Minji raised an eyebrow subtly. "Oh, Hana was just telling us how Mr. Lee helped her with that difficult assignment last week," she interjected smoothly, shooting me a knowing look.

I glanced at Heeseung, sensing his discomfort, and decided to steer the conversation in a different direction. "Yeah, he's been really supportive," I said casually, trying to alleviate any tension. "But I'm sure all the teachers here are great."

Heeseung nodded, though his expression remained. "Definitely," he murmured, his eyes briefly meeting mine before flickering away.

As we continued chatting about school and upcoming assignments, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between Heeseung and me. His reaction to Mr. Lee's kindness lingered in the air, a silent reminder of the complication that lay beneath the surface of our friendship.

After lunch, we parted ways to our individual classes, I found myself reflecting on Heeseung's reaction. It was clear that the tension between us was quite strange and had stirred up emotions for both of us.

As I walked back to my dorm, I made a beeline straight to my bedroom. I shut the door behind me and quickly changed into my comfy clothes. Without wasting a moment, I headed straight to my bed, eager for a good nap. Just as I settled under the covers and closed my eyes, my phone dinged with a new text message.

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"You don't have to do all this, you know."

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳Park Jongseong x Reader GENRE! Pure Fluff! Established Relationship〘WC: 218〙 『 ↳✧･ﾟ Warnings ; None!! ↳˳;; ❝ ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱʜᴇʟꜰᵕ̈೫˚

(Name) stood in the centre of Jay Park’s luxurious penthouse, her arms crossed as she eyed the latest gifts he had brought in. Designer bags, jewellery, and a bouquet of her favourite flowers—all arranged carefully on the grand marble table. More Under Cut

Jay, leaning casually against the kitchen island, just smirked. “But I want to,” he replied, his tone light and teasing. “You deserve the best, and I can give you that.”

(Name) sighed, walking over to the table, her fingers lightly brushing over the leather of a new handbag. “It’s not about deserving it. You spoil me too much.”

Jay pushed off the counter and strolled toward her, his presence effortlessly commanding. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. “Let me take care of you. Let me do this.”

She looked up at him, her expression softening. It was hard to argue when he looked at her like that, with such sincerity and affection. “You’re impossible,” she murmured, though there was no real annoyance in her voice.

“I know,” he replied with a grin, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “But you love me anyway.”

(Name) rolled her eyes playfully, leaning into his embrace. “Yeah, I do.”

And as Jay held her close, he couldn’t help but think that no matter how much he spoiled her, it would never be enough to show how much he truly cared.

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CRUSHIN ON CUPID

[07] I like stupid men

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Synopsis: Desperate and helpless, Heeseung sends a dm to the trusted CupidConfessions.Com in search for a "love connection" with you. Unfortunately, he's oblivious to the fact that his crush is the anonymous Cupid. You're a fulltime hopeless romantic and part time admin of the university confessions account. Sparks and tension ignite when you realise that your love life wouldn't be as simple as the connections you made for others.

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✎ PAIRING! Lee Heeseung x Hana Kang (1st person)

✎ SYNOPSIS! You always wondered if Heeseung would love you back. If he would be the perfect Boyfriend. Or even husband… Too bad you're too insecure to even ask him out. But what exactly happens to the two of you after an incident…

✎GENRE! Childhood Friends to Lovers, Angsty at times, written series, unrequited love

✎WC! 2.6k

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ- ʟᴀᴜꜰᴇʏ, ᴘʜɪʟʜᴀʀᴍᴏɴɪᴀ ᴏʀᴄʜᴇꜱᴛʀᴀ 1:35 ───ㅇ───── 4:29 Volume: ■■■■■■□□□□

➥ The next few days were a blur of classes, studying, and moments with Heeseung that felt comforting and confusing. They hung out with their friends, but Hana couldn't help but notice the subtle changes in their interactions. The way his hand lingered on her back, the shared glances that lasted a bit too long — it was all different now.

Hana and Minji sat in the library, surrounded by stacks of textbooks and notebooks. The soft hum of students murmuring and the rustling of pages filled the air. Hana stared at her notes, trying to focus on her upcoming exam, but her mind kept wandering back to her complicated feelings about Heeseung.

Minji glanced up from her book and noticed Hana's distracted expression. "You okay?" she asked, concern in her voice.

Hana forced a smile. "Yeah, just a lot on my mind," she replied, not wanting to delve into the details right now.

Minji put down her pen, leaning back in her chair. "Come on, spill. I can tell something's bothering you."

Hana sighed, knowing she couldn't keep it from Minji any longer. "It's Heeseung," she began, her voice low. "We... we decided to try a friends-with-benefits thing."

Minji's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, what? When did this happen?"

"After the party," Hana explained, fiddling with the edge of her notebook. "It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now... I'm not so sure."

Minji's concern deepened. "How is it affecting you?"

Hana looked down, her fingers twisting together. "I thought I could handle it, but seeing him with Jieun today... it hurt. A lot. I didn't expect to feel this way."

Minji reached out and squeezed Hana's hand. "You like him more than just a friend, don't you?"

Hana nodded slowly, tears pricking her eyes. "Yeah, I do. And now I'm stuck in this arrangement that I agreed to, but it's tearing me apart."

Minji's expression softened. "You need to talk to him, Hana. You can't keep pretending you're okay with this if you're not."

"I know," Hana whispered. "But what if he doesn't feel the same way?"

"Then at least you'll know," Minji said gently. "And you can decide what to do from there. But keeping it all inside is only going to hurt you more."

Hana nodded, feeling a mixture of fear and relief. "You're right. I need to talk to him."

Minji smiled reassuringly. "I'm here for you, no matter what. We'll get through this together."

Hana smiled back, grateful for her friend's unwavering support. "Thanks, Minji. I needed to hear that."

"Anytime," Minji replied, giving Hana's hand one last squeeze before letting go. "Now, let's finish studying so you can focus on what you need to do."

As they returned to their books, Hana felt a weight lift off her shoulders. She knew the conversation with Heeseung wouldn't be easy, but she was ready to face it, knowing she had Minji by her side.

Later that afternoon, as they were packing up their things, Minji glanced at Hana. "Hey, want to grab some coffee before heading back?"

"Sure," Hana replied, although her mind was preoccupied with the thought of Heeseung not returning his feelings.

They walked over to the campus café, discussing their classes and upcoming assignments along the way. As they pushed open the café door, Hana's heart sank at the sight of Heeseung sitting with Jieun. Jieun noticed them enter and shot them a cold look before turning back to Heeseung, her laughter ringing through the air. Hana couldn't help but clench her fists, a mix of jealousy and discomfort swirling inside her.

Minji caught Hana's change in demeanour and followed her gaze to Heeseung and Jieun. She frowned slightly, sensing the tension. "Should we grab our coffee to go?" Minji asked quietly.

Hana hesitated, feeling Jieun's eyes on them like daggers. "Yeah, maybe we should," she said softly, avoiding Jieun's gaze as they hurriedly ordered their drinks.

They found a quieter spot outside, away from Heeseung and Jieun's table. Hana let out a sigh of relief, the tension easing from her shoulders. "Sorry, Minji. I just... I'm not to deal with her bitchy behaviour today."

Minji nodded sympathetically. "I get it. Seeing them together like that must be tough."

"Yeah," Hana admitted, stirring her coffee absentmindedly. "I thought I could handle it, but... it's harder than I thought."

Minji reached out and squeezed Hana's hand. "You don't have to pretend everything's okay if it's not. Have you talked to Heeseung about how you feel?"

Hana shook her head, her thoughts still jumbled. "Not yet. I need to figure out what to say."

Minji nodded understandingly. "Take your time. When you're ready, we can talk through it."

Hana managed a small smile, grateful for Minji's support. "Thanks, Minji. I appreciate you being here."

As they sipped their coffee in silence, Hana couldn't shake the feeling of unease. She knew she needed to confront her feelings with Heeseung, but seeing him with Jieun had stirred up doubts she hadn't expected.

Hana sighed, setting her coffee down. "I just don't get it, Minji. Why is he spending so much time with her?"

Minji nodded thoughtfully. "It's hard to say. Maybe they're just friends."

Hana shook her head, frustration evident in her voice. "It's more than that, I can tell. Jieun doesn't like me, and she's not subtle about it."

Minji raised an eyebrow. "You think she's trying to come between you and Heeseung?"

"I don't know," Hana admitted, picking at the lid of her coffee cup. "But it feels like every time I see them together, she's trying to mark her territory or something."

Minji frowned, clearly concerned. "Have you talked to Heeseung about how you feel?"

Hana nodded slowly. "Not yet. I wanted to figure out what I'm going to say first."

Minji reached out and squeezed Hana's hand. "Just be honest with him, Hana. Tell him how seeing them together makes you feel."

Hana nodded again, feeling a mixture of determination and apprehension. "You're right. I need to stop avoiding this."

Minji smiled reassuringly. "You'll figure it out. And I'm here to support you, no matter what."

Hana managed a grateful smile. "Thanks, Minji. I don't know what I'd do without you."

They finished their coffee in comfortable silence, both lost in their thoughts. After a while, Minji checked her watch and sighed. "I hate to cut this short, but I have to run. Are you going to be okay?"

Hana nodded, mustering up a smile. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Thanks for listening, Minji."

Minji hugged her friend briefly before heading off. "Anytime, Hana. Just remember, you're stronger than you think."

The next day after their coffee, Hana woke up feeling unusually uneasy. She couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss, especially after seeing Heeseung and Jieun together. With a heavy heart, she headed to her nursing class, hoping that focusing on her studies would distract her.

As she settled into her seat, Hana noticed Jieun and her friends sitting a few rows ahead. Despite trying to ignore them, she couldn't help but feel their eyes on her. The whispers and glances sent a chill down her spine, making her feel like an outsider in her classroom.

During a break, Hana overheard bits and pieces of their conversation. They were talking about the upcoming assignments and clinical rotations, but their voices dropped when they mentioned her name. Hana caught snippets of their gossip—comments about her relationship with Heeseung, speculation about her friendships, and even snide remarks about her character.

Jieun's voice, in particular, cut through the chatter. "I don't get why Heeseung even bothers with her. She's just a distraction for him. And did you see how Minji and her little group take pity on her? It's pathetic."

Hana felt her cheeks burn with humiliation and anger. She knew Jieun didn't like her, but hearing her words spoken so openly stung more than she expected. She clenched her fists, trying to compose herself as Jieun turned towards her, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Hana, didn't expect to see you here," Jieun said casually, her tone laced with condescension.

Hana forced herself to meet Jieun's gaze, her jaw tightening. "I'm here to learn, just like everyone else."

Jieun tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Of course. But let's be real, Hana. You and I both know why you're here."

Hana's heart pounded in her chest, her hands trembling with rage. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Jieun leaned closer, her voice dripping with disdain. "Oh, come on. We all know about you and Heeseung. You're just another girl he's messing around with. You think he cares about you?"

The words hit Hana like a punch to the gut. She felt a surge of emotions—humiliation, anger, and a deep sadness. She wanted to defend herself, to lash out at Jieun, but she knew it would only fuel the fire.

Instead, she took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice. "You don't know anything about me, Jieun."

Jieun chuckled mockingly. "Sure, keep telling yourself that, sweetie."

Hana's heart raced as Jieun's cutting words echoed in her mind. After enduring the rest of the class with a heavy heart, she packed her things quickly, eager to escape the hostile atmosphere Jieun's presence had created. As she hurried out of the classroom, she spotted Heeseung in the corridor, about to head towards her.

"Hees-," Hana started, but before she could say anything else, Jieun's voice rang out.

"Heeseung!" Jieun called out, a wide smile on her face as she approached him.

Hana froze, her heart sinking as she watched Jieun throw her arms around Heeseung in a familiar hug. Heeseung glanced over Jieun's shoulder and caught Hana's eye, but his expression remained unreadable. With a tight smile, he disengaged from Jieun's embrace and turned towards Hana.

"Hana, hey," Heeseung said, his tone cautious.

Hana managed a weak smile, her voice barely above a whisper. "Hey."

Before Heeseung could say anything else, Jieun interjected. "Heeseung, let's grab lunch together. I'm starving."

Hana's heart sank as Jieun's voice cut through the tense air between her and Heeseung. She watched helplessly as Heeseung's expression shifted, his guarded demeanour softening into a smile at Jieun's suggestion.

"Yeah, that sounds great," Heeseung replied, his tone casual as Jieun clasped her hands around Heeseung's bicep.

 She felt Jieun's eyes on her, a knowing smirk playing on her lips before she turned and walked away with Heeseung, their laughter fading into the distance.

Left alone in the corridor, Hana's shoulders slumped as she turned towards her dorm room. Each step felt heavier than the last, burdened by the weight of betrayal and rejection. She closed the door behind her with a soft click and leaned against it, her breath coming in shaky exhales.

Sat in her dorm room, her thoughts consumed by the events of the day. Ji

Eun's hurtful words echoed in her mind like a relentless taunt, and the image of Heeseung laughing with her felt like a betrayal. Despite the ache in her heart, she knew she couldn't ignore it any longer. With a deep breath, she picked up her phone and typed out a message to Heeseung.

"Hey, Heeseung. Can we meet up later? I need to talk to you."

After sending the message, Hana tried to distract herself from studying, but her mind kept drifting back to the hurtful encounter with Jieun and Heeseung's reaction. She couldn't shake off the feeling of betrayal and the ache in her heart.

As the hours passed, Hana found herself anxiously watching the clock, waiting for the agreed-upon time to meet Heeseung. When the moment finally arrived, she gathered her courage and made her way to their meeting spot on campus—a quiet corner beneath a sprawling oak tree, usually a sanctuary for their conversations.

Heeseung was already there when Hana arrived, sitting on the familiar bench with his gaze fixed somewhere in the distance. He looked up as she approached, his expression guarded but tinged with a hint of concern.

"Hana," he greeted quietly, his voice betraying a trace of uncertainty.

Hana took a seat beside him, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to find the right words. The air between them felt heavy with unspoken tension and unresolved emotions.

Hana took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before speaking. She looked at Heeseung, who was sitting beside her on the bench, his expression expectant yet guarded.

"Heeseung, there's something I need to talk to you about," Hana began, her voice steady but tinged with emotion.

Heeseung nodded his gaze intent on her. "Sure, Hana. What's on your mind?"

Hana hesitated for a moment, gathering her courage to confront the uncomfortable truth. "It's about Jieun."

Heeseung's brow furrowed slightly. "Jieun? What about her?"

Taking another deep breath, Hana recounted the hurtful encounter she had with Jieun earlier in the day. She described Jieun's derogatory remarks, the accusations, and the deep sense of betrayal she had felt.

"She said those things to my face, Heeseung," Hana explained, her voice trembling with the weight of her emotions. "And... and I saw you with her afterwards."

Heeseung listened in silence, his expression unreadable as he processed Hana's words. When she finished speaking, there was a tense silence between them, the air thick with unspoken tension.

Finally, Heeseung spoke, his voice measured and cautious. "Hana, I think there's been a misunderstanding."

Hana's brow furrowed in disbelief. "A misunderstanding? Heeseung, Jieun said those things to my face. How can you defend her?"

Heeseung sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Hana, Jieun is my friend. She wouldn't say those things without a reason."

"But she did, and what she called me was uncalled for." Hana insisted, her voice cracking with hurt, her heart sinking at his response, her eyes filling with tears despite her efforts to remain composed. "And seeing you with her afterwards... It just hurt."

Heeseung looked away, his jaw tightening slightly. "Hana, I think you're overreacting. Jieun has her way of expressing herself."

Tears streamed down Hana's cheeks now, her voice trembling with emotion. "Oh, so I'm overreacting? What kind of friend are you to be believing her over me?"

Heeseung hesitated, his gaze flickering with uncertainty. "Hana, it's not about choosing sides. I just..."

Before he could finish, Hana interrupted, her voice wavering with hurt and frustration. "I thought you were my friend, Heeseung. I thought you cared about me."

Heeseung's expression softened, guilt flickering in his eyes as he reached out tentatively towards her. "Hana, I do care about you. You know that."

"But not enough to believe me," Hana replied bitterly, pulling away slightly.

Heeseung ran a hand through his hair again, his frustration evident. "Hana, this is all just... It's complicated. Can't we just move past this?"

Hana shook her head, her tears now flowing freely down her cheeks. "I can't just pretend like nothing happened, Heeseung. Not after everything."

Heeseung looked torn, his expression clouded with conflict as he weighed his words carefully. "Hana, I think you're being a bit dramatic about this."

Hana shook her head in disbelief, feeling a deep sense of betrayal. "I thought you were my friend, Heeseung."

Hana wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, her voice barely a whisper. "It's not your fault that you don't love me. It's my fault because I fell in love with you."

Heeseung's eyes widened with surprise and regret, but before he could respond, Hana stood up abruptly, shaking her head in disbelief, and wiping away her tears with frustration. "I need some time alone."

Heeseung hesitated, his hand reaching out towards her briefly before he let it fall back to his side. "Hana, wait..."

But Hana had already turned away, her footsteps echoing down the corridor as she walked away from him.

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