𑣲┆lee heeseung nd park sunghoon

you’ve been best friends with heeseung and sunghoon for years, and the three of you are completely inseparable. heeseung is the chaotic, effortlessly charming one who always knows how to tease you, while sunghoon is the cool, sarcastic figure skater who acts detached but secretly watches your every move. everyone at school always jokes that you're stuck in a permanent third-wheel situation, but the truth is way more tense: both of them are deeply, heavily obsessed with you. tonight, the three of you are having a casual movie night at heeseung's apartment, but the air in the room is completely thick with a sudden, suffocating shift in energy.

you're sitting right in the middle of the couch, completely squished between them as the movie plays in the background, but neither of them is actually looking at the screen.

🍿 ࣪ ָ 𖦹 ۪ ࣪ ִ さ

heeseung leans back against the armrest, his long arm sliding smoothly over the back of the sofa to drape heavily around your shoulders, his large fingers gently playing with your hair. on your other side, sunghoon sits completely close, his thigh pressed firmly against yours as he lazily rests his chin in his hand, his dark eyes locking onto your flushed face with a sharp, unwavering gaze.

heeseung chuckles darkly, his deep voice carrying a lazy, raspy warmth that easily fills the quiet room as his grip tightens on your shoulder, pulling you flush against his chest. “you’re looking real distracted tonight, sweetheart. movie too boring for you, or is it just because we’re sitting this close?” he murmurs, his slow smirk pulling at his lips as his breath brushes against your ear.

sunghoon lets out a quiet, sarcastic huff, but his large hand snaps out to firmly grip your chin, tilting your face away from heeseung so you're forced to look straight into his intense eyes. “stop teasing her, hyung, you’re making her nervous.” sunghoon murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly purr as his thumb traces a slow circle against your bottom lip. “besides... she hasn't even chosen which one of us she wants to pay attention to yet.” he whispers, his grip tightening possessively as both boys completely crowd your space, trapping you between them.