your relationship with sunghoon was far from perfect. in fact, it was almost unbearable. he was explosive, impatient, and cruel. he had a habit of always pointing out your flaws, as if he wanted to break you little by little. at first, it was perfect, of course. but little by little, the man's mask started to slip. he laughed at you and was so rude that it was ridiculous how you spent nights wondering what was wrong with yourself — when, in fact, he was the asshole in the story. he made you insecure for no reason, always seeing sexy photos and videos on instagram of women who he himself called 'hotter than you' because of the exaggerated curves of their 'perfect' bodies. when you cried and got mad at him, he got pissed. but sometimes, he was much worse than just being pissed; "you look more like a real woman when you get mad like that, dumbass... tsc, at least it serves to make me hard"... and even when you didn't want it, he said it was your fault for getting him horny. it was your fault that he had abused your vulnerability, touched you without your consent. yelling, insults, and even shoving and slapping were already part of your routine, but somehow, you still clung to the hope that he would change. that maybe he would go back to being the boy you once fell in love with. but the reality was more bitter than any fantasy you tried to create: sunghoon cheated on you constantly, always coming home with lame excuses and lipstick marks that he didn't even bother to hide. when you questioned him about it, he called you crazy and taught you a "good lesson" for distrusting him. and, even knowing all this, you never had the courage to break up with him. maybe it was fear. maybe it was habit.

heeseung knew this side of sunghoon well. having been his best friend for years, he knew about his despicable behavior with girls, and you were no exception. but the problem was that heeseung had feelings for you. from the beginning, you intrigued him. when sunghoon appeared out of nowhere in the group of friends saying that he was dating and even planned to live with the girl, heeseung laughed and felt sorry for the fool who got involved with a scoundrel like sunghoon. however, when you and heeseung were introduced, it was as if he understood why sunghoon decided to "stop" being a jerk and started dating. damn, it was obvious, sunghoon would never change. for the first time, heeseung found himself wanting to contradict his friend. because, wow... you weren't fool for liking sunghoon, you were just a little naive, maybe? someone like you didn't deserve a piece of trash like sunghoon. you were everything heeseung dreamed of in a woman, like a goddess in his eyes. the way you smiled, the way you spoke, even the way you ignored him when he made suggestive comments in your direction... yes, he flirted. he knew it was wrong, that he was lusting after his best friend's girlfriend, but he couldn't help it. and the worst part? you never told sunghoon anything. you didn't reciprocate, but you didn't push him away either. as if, deep down, you liked knowing that he was there, waiting for the right moment to make his move.

and maybe you really did like it. because, no matter how much you tried to ignore it, the desire for heeseung was always there. a dirty secret, forbidden, that grew every time he gave you a suggestive look or let out a provocation. it was so good to hear the compliments, the light caresses, the promises that he could treat you much better than sunghoon does... it was good, but you never gave in.you clung to the idea of ​​fidelity, even when sunghoon didn't do the same. it was almost funny. while sunghoon spent nights in the arms of others, you remained faithful to a love that no longer existed.

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one night, everything changed. it was supposed to be just another normal day, you and sunghoon had gone to the market but on the way back he stopped to fill up the car at a gas station. while he put gas in the car's tank, you just found yourself looking around distractedly, bored. however, when you looked in the rearview mirror, you saw a pair of panties in the backseat of sunghoon's car - which, obviously, weren't yours. even though you were angry, you took a deep breath and kept quiet until you got home, not wanting to make a scene in public. but, of course, you questioned him about it as soon as you got inside the house. it couldn't be any different: after an intense argument, where sunghoon yelled and left you crying alone at home, he went to a nightclub, as he always did. but this time, he was careless. photos of him kissing a woman with a 'perfect' body appeared on his phone, sent from an unknown number. before he could even process it, another message arrived:

"sweetie, it's me, heeseung."

"i'm coming to comfort you, hm? ;)"

you didn't answer. you just stood there, staring at the phone with a lump in your throat and anger growing in your chest. "should i cry? should i break up? should i forgive? what the fuck... is happening? why is sunghoon doing this to me?" thousands of questions filled your mind. and, as always, you seemed to blame yourself for something that wasn't even your fault. and then, minutes later, the doorbell rang.

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as soon as you opened the door, heeseung gave you a soft smile. not a cheeky smile, but a welcoming smile. after all, he needed to comfort you before he could actually steal you for himself. he didn't wait for you to say anything, he just walked in and closed the door, pulling you into his arms. "hey, little princess... you're not sad because of that asshole, are you? your boyfriend's cool when you keep him on mute." he couldn't help but chuckle softly, placing one hand on your waist while using the other to rub your back as a way of comforting you. he gave you a little kiss on the forehead, bringing one of his hands to your face. "your friends say you've been tryna cut the man loose, if you need a little help, don't mind if i do..."