ENEMIES WITH BENEFITS

You slammed the door behind you, breath ragged, fists clenched. "I swear to god, I hate you."

Heeseung scoffed from across the room, running a hand through his hair like you were exhausting him. "Then get the fuck out."

You didn’t move.

His eyes flicked over you, sharp, taunting. "That’s what I thought."

Your nails dug into your palms. "You're unbearable."

He stepped closer, voice dropping. "And yet, you're always right here, begging for more."

"I don’t beg."

Heeseung smirked, fingers curling under your chin, forcing you to look at him. "No? Then why do you always come back?"

You wanted to slap him. Instead, you grabbed his collar and pulled him down into a furious, biting kiss, all teeth and frustration.

He groaned against your lips, shoving you back against the wall, hands gripping your waist like he wanted to bruise. “You’re a fucking nightmare,” he muttered between kisses, his teeth scraping against your jaw.

You yanked his hair, making him hiss. “And you’re a mistake I keep making.”

"Then stop." His voice was low, dangerous.

You pulled him closers and say quietly