always been you
PAIRING(S) | lee heeseung x fem!reader
GENRE(S) | fluff, angst, crack, suggestive, slowburn, pining, (childhood) best friends to lovers, college au, badboy au
WARNING(S) | profanity, illegal racing, mentions of death, drugs, blood, injuries, sex and food, mentions of self hatred and sexual assault (the latter is just a small sentence that does not relate to the plot nor to any of the characters but is just a tidbit of information provided), daddy issues, making out (towards the end), heeseung is a bad boy but he’s a complete softie with the reader
AUTHOR’S NOTE | hello! i’m very excited to be posting this fic again :”) it was the first long fic i wrote and holds a special place in my heart. i hope you guys like it <33 and to those who are re-reading, i hope you enjoy it again LOL feedback is appreciated!
Lee Heeseung was the kind of teenager everyone’s parents warned them to stay away from.
Notoriously known all over campus for drug dealing, gang fighting, participating in illegal street races and getting involved with the local police at least once a month, he was the poster boy for the term bad influence.
No one dared to mess with him.
His gang members—though ‘brothers’ would have been a better word to explain their bond—had his back at all times. Teamwork makes the dream work, they say. Well, in this case, teamwork made everything work. Together, they had everyone in the palms of their hands.
Jay, Jake and Sunghoon were the other three people nobody ever tried to mess with. They were equally dangerous and equally unpredictable. One minute, they’d be talking to you like a civil person, and the next, they’d be beating the crap out of you.
Dealing at parties, betting on races, getting betted on during races and being modern-day mercenaries (without the killing part because they weren’t that bad) were few of the widely known methods regarding how they earned their money and reputation. Having filthy rich families was just an added bonus.
Speaking of loaded parents, all four of them shared the same sob story. That was why they had connected with each other so easily. It was the typical father-loves-his-business-empire-more-than-his-son-and-often-forgets-he-has-one-so-the-son-gets-into-trouble-to-gain-his-father’s-attention bullshit.
The strategy worked for a while, but its unoriginality reduced its effectiveness remarkably over time. All their fathers stopped giving a shit after realising the plan their children had devised, and instead of personally dealing with whatever problem had been created by their attention-seeking offsprings, they began sending in people working under them to deal with it.
Too bad the four of them had already begun enjoying what had initially started as a game.
The odds of meeting not one, not two, but three people with such similar backgrounds at the same time were close to none—Jake had calculated, to everyone’s surprise, when they were hanging out with each other one day.
Fate, Heeseung had declared immediately after. It was fate that had led them to each other. To their brothers.
Based on these widely known facts about the quartet, one would come to the conclusion that they were a tight-knit group of nineteen-year-olds who cared about no one outside of themselves.
This conclusion, however, was only partly true.
Based on a lesser-known fact, all of them—Heeseung, most of all—cared about one other person. Rumour suggested Heeseung had once said he would tear the world apart with his bare hands if this person were harmed.
Why, no one other than you, of course.
