#enhypen imagines

[wonryllis]

✶ 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝒟𝐎𝐋𝐋? RICH BOY ENHYPEN PINNING AFTER YOU.

目录──────𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗬, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌.

𝓉𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗘 ⋅ enhypen showing that you're not just one of the girls. wordcount total 2882 (approx 0.4k each) ⭑ CONTAINS— female!reader, fluff, suggestive, lots of swearing. % strongly recommend listening to ›› the respective songs while reading! jungwon's is inspired by ␥ kavin and kaning. ( THE ARCHIVE? ) PLS REBLOG ><

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚

ぃ ⏤ now playing. HELLGIRL BY ARI ABDUL

"shit. you gotta wear this one, angel," heeseung groans in satisfaction, ignorant and indifferent to the fact that all the store employees could hear him, someone who never brings over girls to places like these, going insane over one. and the fact that you were unable to wrap your head around this situation just yet.

it was surreal and it was nerve wrecking. but heeseung was adamant that he needed you.

needed you to dress so fucking gorgeous and stand by his side as his date for the night while he paraded around greeting his parents' guests. showing them that he is capable of being committed by bringing along a partner for the first time ever. that's what he tells you—

"is this really fine?" you ask again, hands dusting over the sleek satin hugging your skin in a way that it tickled. heeseung stands up and strides overs to where you stand, arms sliding around your waist to pull you against him. "it's more than fine, absolutely stunning," leaning into your neck to leave kisses, "and so hot," right infront of everyone, no one daring to say a word to him, except you.

you who has been an exception to all his rules, you who has made him want to do things he has never wanted to before. you who has swept him off his feet.

you push against his chest in an attempt to stop him,"we'll be late, should go now," he hums in a low growl, lips nipping right against your ear before he pulls away with much exasperation almost unsated. clicking his tongue in annoyance for the staff to hurry the billing once he's done admiring you. unable to stand that anyone beside him see you dressed so pretty.

"just smile and follow my lead," heeseung tells you once you arrive at the venue. giving you an encouraging look as he instructs the valet to wait until you seem calm enough to step out. that's what he tells you— heart eyes and odd actions speaking for themselves. his hands find your waist when you finally walk up the stairs, breath shaky as you pass the entrance.

"relax angel, 'm right here, we can leave whenever you want," he kisses the side of your head, lips lightly touching your styled hair. never caring about who's looking and who's thinking what. if only you knew it too.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚

ぃ ⏤ now playing. STAY BY ARI ABDUL

"look behind you, princess," the voice incoming from your phone suddenly sounds too loud, paired with faint footsteps coming to a halt. jay's lips break into a wide smile when you turn around in an instant to look at him. your eyes following his hands holding an enormous bouquet of red roses, before you notice anything else.

before you notice the want in his eyes. the want for you.

"jay? i thought you were in— " you speak into the phone, eyes locked with his, but before you can finish he hangs up the call. approaching you with quick steps and immediately pulling you into a kiss. one that's short but deep enough to convey his feelings. "berlin? yeah, but i flew back for you," he breathes out against your lips.

"why?" "you know why love," his fingers twirl the hair falling into face, tucking them away and cupping your cheek as he gives you a smile before stepping away.

he waits for you to say something, to address his feelings but like always you avoid it and like always jay lets you. alas there will come a time when you would no longer be able to deny his love, so until then he will continue to show you all ways you own his heart in. his forever princess."what about that conference you were going to attend with your dad?" you ask, accepting his bouquet.

watching him with a soft giggle as he struggles to pull out a single rose and place it behind your ear. "don't worry about it," in a reassuring tone he leads you to his car. teasing you of a surprise each time you question where you are headed.

asking you to have your eyes closed while he leads you to the rooftop of a high-rise building owned by his family, illuminated by pretty lights and flowery wreaths, and a firework show worth a million.

all just for you.

to pose a smile on your face and to be the one to put it. to be the reason of your happiness and to be the person beside you in your best memories,"happy new year, princess," jay whispers into you ear as you open your eyes to see all of it. "jay this—" you gasp in a trance, gaze hooked on the sky while his is fixated in the way the fireworks shine against your pretty orbs and the gloss on your lips,"it's all for you,"

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡

ぃ ⏤ now playing. MEDDLE ABOUT BY CHASE ATLANTIC

"you owe me. you can't keep avoiding me forever, doll," jake chuckles, noticing how you turn the other way after catching a glimpse of him. finding it adorable how you do everything you can to not cross paths with him.

leaving him no choice but to wait for you outside your university, leaning against his black lykan hypersport; attracting unwanted attention while his eyes only look for your cute panicked figure amidst the crowd.

"i told you it was a mistake—" you refute, throwing a glare at his smug face as he drives right beside you, following your every step, nonchalant about all the stares you both get as long as you agree to him taking you out. "get in the car," or the other way round, he's fine with both. frustrated and knowing you'd never be able to escape him, you decide to give in.

"you owe me lunch," jake grins as his eyes watch you get into the passenger seat just like the passenger princess you are.

his passenger princess. first and last in his beloved car.

"jake this— isn't this too—" your heart skips beats at the sight of the dock and the luxury cruise restaurant closing in, scared and nervous about how much you'd have to spend but jake just shushes you. getting out the car first and coming over to open the door for you; one hand holding yours and the other cushioning your head as you step out.

"just let me have your time and i'll let you off of staining my prada with coffee," he begs, afraid you'd walk out of here if he were to tell you the real reason. if he were to tell you that you have his heart and no matter what you do his feelings are not changing. if he were to tell you he wanted to take you out to all these places and spoil you rotten and occupy your mind like you occupy his.

if he were to tell you it was indeed not your fault for he bumped into you on purpose to find an excuse to talk to you.

"but—" jake shushes you again, fingers rubbing against your lips as he shakes his head before pulling out the chair for you and helping you sit properly,"don't think too much doll, just do as i say, please?" planning to keep you busy until the sun goes down so he can take you to for a ride on his yacht.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡

ぃ ⏤ now playing. BABYDOLL BY ARI ABDUL

"fuck baby, don't cry like that," sunghoon panics, his fingers grazing under your eyes to gently wipe the tears. afraid if he's not careful enough, he'll break you. "as much as i love the way you look so pretty like this, tears are not for someone like you," he has no idea how to soothe your frantically crying figure, slouched in the passenger seat against the expensive leather of his aston martin.

his hands fumble around in an attempt to think of ways he could just make you feel better and smile for him. those adorable crinkle of your eyes that have him whipped.

fuming each time he thinks of the moron who took that opportunity away from him by making you sad. he swears if he finds him, he'll beat the living daylights out of him. remind him not to linger anywhere around his girl.

sunghoon softly cups your cheek in his palm and leans in to kiss you, lips moving slow and sensual, "forget him, let me make you happy," he whispers into your mouth once he pulls away, foreheads touching and hands caressing your face lovingly. he makes sure your belt is secured before driving off to one of the luxury malls in the city, ones where you need to be of a certain level to enter.

a place you probably could never have the chance to enter if it weren't for him.

"my princess gotta shop her sadness out, hmm?" sunghoon coos as he stops outside the building, watching you gape in surprise, surprised himself that you are yet to realize just how much you mean to him.

"come on, i'll buy you whatever you lay your eyes on," he insists before you have the chance to deny him.

his hands rest at the back of your waist, leading you inside after handing his keys to the valet. dropping a soft kiss on your temple when you watch his vip card being inspected with a nervous breath of how elite this place has to be.

and knowing how new you must feel to all this, sunghoon pulls you closer with the intention of making it known that this is how it's gonna be from now, "get used to it, baby," you're not his yet but he's gonna treat you like you are. after all it's only a matter of time before it happens.

𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗪𝗢𝗢

ぃ ⏤ now playing. GOOD GIRL BY THOMAS LAROSA

"good girl, you did a great job," sunoo pats your head teasingly amused at the confusion adorning your features. "sunoo, what were you doing there! you don't even have marketing?" the way you close in, demanding an explanation assures him that you indeed were affect by his presence, by the eye contact he held with you the entire time you were giving your presentation.

walking into the lecture hall in the middle of it as if he owned the place and taking a seat at a spot that directly put him in your line of sight. smirking, raising his brows and pushing his tongue against his cheeks to distract and annoy you.

"would you believe me if i said i came to see you?" his hands took ahold of your wrists playing with your fingers as he waited for you to answer.

"liar," you whisper, suddenly conscious of the implication behind his words and it makes him chuckle, of course what did he expect? you're hard to get, and perhaps that's the reason he feels so attracted, almost crazy over you.

like something he has to have, someone he has to have.

he takes a step closer, his varsity hat poking against the top of your head as his eyes bore into yours just the way they did inside earlier,"see? what do you want me to say then?" he whispers back, tone suddenly changing into a serious one. "you can't just enter any class like that," your innocent claim goes through him from one ear and falls through the other. how naive you are.

"i can if it's my dad's university," he can't help but chuckle at the expression on your face when you put the pieces together and realize it. all those times you came across him in places with strict attendance, it all made sense now.

"as adorably as you scold me, you're gonna see me everywhere you go," sunoo warns, leaning in impossibly close, lips hovering over yours,"you should stop fooling yourself baby,"

his hands move from your wrists to rest against the wall behind, voice dropping an octave,"and you should stop fooling around just because you can," you bite back, pressing your palm into his chest to push him back. "i'm fooling around because i want you, and i will have you," "you—" "we have a party this weekend at our summer villa, come with me?"

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡

ぃ ⏤ now playing. SINNERS BY ARI ABDUL AND THOMAS LAROSA

"jungwon? what are you doing here? are you okay?" it makes jungwon happy to see you worrying about him, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pant as he watches you walk around the counter to his figure by the door. finding his cerulean blue chevrolet corvette 2lz parked in his usual spot, and him still dressed in the armani and hermès set you saw him in an hour ago when he dropped you off at your uncle's flower shop.

"mhm, just wanted to see my pretty girl again," he grins cockily once you realize there's nothing wrong and he's just trying playing around like always.

albeit to jungwon, it's never been a play and you have never been a toy.

this has been his way of showing you that you're not just another girl he's chasing after; because yang jungwon has never chased as opposed to what you think. and to harbour such deep and honest feelings that compel him to do what he has never done, that should have given you the hint by now. perhaps he'll just have to try a tad bit harder.

"how do you wear this?" he struts inside, passing by you to the space behind the counter you previously stood at, dangling a lone apron by his pinky and raising his brows at you, waiting. "your clothes will get dirty!" your attempts to curb him fall through for jungwon's persistence to stay with you holds like a strong wall, incapable of budging.

"i don't really care," jungwon's hands loop around the strings in a way that has the apron falling off making you giggle as you give in and just step in to help him,"idiot, that's not how you do it," you mumble.

and all he can think of is how he wants to be your idiot.

"how does this look? i think it looks so pretty on you," he says, putting a messy wreath on your head. to jungwon there's always flowers blooming everywhere you go, sweet scent overtaking all his scenes believing that's how you intoxicated him.

you slap away his hands in a shy chuckle that he doesn't understand, did he say something wrong? not aware and quite literally clueless of his own effect. by the time the sun sets down, you're asleep with your head down on the counter, facing him. and jungwon admires the way you looks so pretty, prettier than any flower.

𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜

ぃ ⏤ now playing. STUCKINMYBRAIN BY CHASE ATLANTIC

"riki?" oh. you're here? riki looks up at the sound of your footsteps getting closer, halting a metre away from him, like you always do, not too close, not too far and it drives him crazy. "what are you doing here?" you ask, confused to find him waiting outside your mundane apartment building with his out of place red ferrari sf90.

"uh, you left this in the car last time," he fumbles out a dior liquid blush, clearly brand new and a shade you have never used before.

"that's not mine," giggling, you walk over to the other side, opening the passenger seat door to fish out the gloss you actually did leave and waving it in the air to show him,"this is mine richboy," the soft sounds of laughter, your teasing voice.

his favorite thing in the world as of late.

you who has him smitten with infatuation, unable to get you off his mind no matter how much he tries. you who never gives him the answer he wants but never pushes him away either. you who makes him feel like a pathetic loser, you who makes him want to try as many times as he can to win your heart.

"it's a gift," he quickly improvises, wanting you to accept it, of getting a chance to give you something. "you're gifting me a blush?" you question and it throws him off, blush?,"wait, it's not a lipgloss— i, i had no idea, i have never—" riki swears, he really had no clue,"bought makeup?" he nods and it makes you burst into a fit of laughter again. it warms his heart, leaning against his car and watching you with eyes that speak volumes of his feelings.

feelings that anyone could notice, anyone but you.

he lets you revel in his silly naivety, content to know you are not longer sad as you were a few days ago.

"now this suits you pretty little face," he says once you seem to calm down, bewildered at his sudden compliment while he walks over to you.

cupping your face and caressing your cheeks,"so pretty," mumbling under his breath, loud enought to reach your ears,"it's boring when you cry, baby," his lips hover over your own as both of your heartbeats pick up in sync, breath getting caught up at the shift in the atmosphere. "let's go on a drive, we'll get you a bunch of pretty glosses to wear for me,"

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[kareyuns]

ENHYPEN WHEN YOU ASK FOR A SELFIE

pairing: maknae line x reader

genre: fluff/crack

a/n: this prompt is so silly wwww >< you can read my hyung line version HERE !

˗ˏˋ comments & reblogs are appreciated ! ´ˎ˗

[alvojake]

i NEEED something about jake’s thoughts on sleeping skin-to-skin

jake is eating me alive. p.s i hope you have a fantastic day🫶🏻

oh lord, vivian, you've had my mind on a spiral all day long, and I just know that jake would about take any chance he could get to sleep skin-to-skin for more than one reason.

because imagine it was finally the end of the day; you and Jake are finally home from work and can just relax and sleep. meaning you both were stripped down completely bare, you laying on his chest listening to his heartbeat while you mindlessly trace shapes along his toned stomach. it was all innocent touches really, but jake being well... jake gets turned on. the feeling of your nails lightly scraping against his skin and your leg shifting every so often, accidentally brushing his already semi-hard cock. it was driving him insane.

his hand that was resting right below your knee moved up your thigh, and before you could even utter a word, he flipped the two of you until you were lying flat underneath him. the soft glow of the moon illuminating your face.

"you drive me insane, baby." he whispers in your ear as he kisses down your jaw, along your jugular before stopping to nip at your collarbone, "so fucking insane." jake continues to leave warm, soft kisses all over your skin until you were whithering underneath him.

"jakey, please," you beg quietly, your fingers combing through his hair as he kisses your tummy.

"please, what, baby?" he hums against your skin, causing a small whine to leave your parted lips. you rolled your hips up, hoping that he would get the idea. "you want me to use my tongue? to eat this pretty pussy? hmm? Is that what you want, baby?" you nod your head frantically, and jake smirks, his face moving closer to your dripping core, blowing on it to watch your hole contract around nothing. the action pulled another whine from you, "say it, love."

"eat me out, jake, please." you begged, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes as you looked down to meet his, "please, jake- ahhh."

jake didn't give you a chance to finish your sentence before he dived right in, devouring your pussy like a starved man until you were cumming all over his face.

so yes, I am a firm believer that jake would absolutely love sleeping skin-to-skin. especially if it ends with you screaming his name so prettily while he devours you completely.

[lcvclywon]

HEESEUNG TA TEXTS

back to masterlist

synopsis: when you have a massive crush on ur TA lee heeseung

warnings: cursing, mentions of drinking, alcohol, heeseung lwk being a player, uhhh, saerom has yns face claim lols, PLZZZZ IGNORE TJMRSTAMPS

pairings: TA!heeseung x female reader

thoughts frm yuya 💭 GUESS WHOS ON A ROLLLLL WITH THE POSTS!!! this actually came to me so randomly help…i’ve also never been to uni so i’m a big liar i have no idea what the rs between TA and student is but who cares i’m in love with heeseunf 🤷😂❤️

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[junislqve]

ᯓ your lips, my lips

— pairs hyungs + reader syn when the hyungs can’t seem to take their eyes off your lips wc 820 cw kissing fluff suggestive | mlist navi ── ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

note this was supposed to be my first post, but here it is ⸜( ˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

LEE HEESEUNG

“missed you, baby”

heeseung snuggled in to your side as your head laid on his chest. the apartment was quiet, your breathing combined with his the only thing rivaling the sounds from the tv.

he took a deep breath, letting your familiar scent seep into him. he felt content whenever you were there. all the worries of the week vanishing just by your presence.

you both had restless nights studying for the finals, having no time to see each other. there were so many burdens you wanted to let out, yet all of them seems to be said just by the silence.

in your trail of thought, you failed to realize heeseung was blantantly admiring you. his eyes trained on your lips, sporting his own smile.

he leaned in to peck your own. smiling giddy a second later when you come back in for a longer kiss.

“i really missed you”

PARK JONGSEONG

ever since jay picked up cooking, you always offered to do a taste test. claiming it was to ‘test the seasoning’. as annoyed as jay was sometimes, he could never really refuse you.

jay loves the way you would smile brightly when you taste anything he made. he’d even cook whenever you were around just so he could hear you compliment his cooking.

you were sitting on the kitchen table, while jay stirred up the soup from a new recipe he found.

“can’t i try it yet?” you sigh.

“not yet baby, it’s still boiling hot” jay said. scooping up a tiny bit and blowing on it for good measure, he carried the spoon closer to you and placed a hand under your chin.

you hummed in content, savoring the taste, “this tastes so good, jay” you say, going to grab another spoonful for him. a second later, jay’s lips were on yours. his warm breath fanning your lips.

he stays a second longer, his hand coming up to your neck pulling you impossibly closer. when you both come up for air, jake was back to cooking with a grin.

“your lips taste better”

SIM JAEYUN

jake absolutely loves everything you do. from how passionate you are about your hobbies. whenever you were doing your homework. when you were doing the dishes.

even when you’re doing something as simple as talking. jake likes talking, there was never really any silence in your whole 2 years of being together.

jake always had something interesting to say whether it was about his family, his friends, his dog, or ( mostly ) about you.

on the contrary to jake, you seem to be more quiet. you talked a ton, yes, but you preferred listening to him talk more. resulting in being more quiet whenever he had anything to say.

jake might love talking, but he’s the best listener you’ve ever known. giving little quips and comments on the right moments, and even staying silent and just listening whenever you needed an ear.

you’re currently sat on his carpet, him across you. you were talking about something that happened today and jake nodded along.

he loved whenever you talked, clinging onto every word you were saying. his eyes wander over to observe your face.

the way your eyes crinkle at something funny that happened, or the way that your nose scrunches when you recount an awkward encounter has his heart beating like crazy.

he mainly loves the way your lips curl into that gorgeous smile at a fond memory. loves how you bite your lip when you were thinking.

he couldn’t even stop himself from reaching and bringing you in for a kiss.

“you’re so cute, i can’t help it”

PARK SUNGHOON

he loves kissing you on the forehead. you would find him kissing your forehead almost every day.

it has become his love language. in the morning, afternoon, night, or midnight he would always make time for you and show you that he loves you.

especially on busy days or weeks when you both have less interactions due to busy schedules. he gives and shows affection to you by doing a small and simple but heart-wrenching gestures.

however, sunghoon loves getting comfortable and cozy in bed with you. usually past midnight, when you two decide to finally try to sleep instead of being on your phones.

sunghoon would lay beside you, facing you. trying to close your eyes and drift asleep, you felt sunghoon’s gaze on you.

during these times of the night, looking at you when your face is all peaceful. sunghoon can’t help but stare at you with that look. the look every 2000s romcom guy have in their eyes, filled with hearts and lovesick.

he adores you so much and when you fail to suppress a small smile, he barely hesitates to go in for a kiss.

he won’t ever stop being grateful for having you by his side. will always have his heart on his sleeve whenever you’re in the equation.

© junislqve 2024. liking, rebloging and commenting are appreciated.

[leaderwonim]

LET THE BEST PLAYER WIN.

pairing: tennisplayer!sunghoon x film major!fem!reader

summary: everybody knew park sunghoon, the tennis player at harvard that was most likely going to go pro as soon as he graduated. determined to get closer to him to gather videos for her final, film student nishimura yn tries to find out more about the infamous tennis player everybody seemed to talk about.

warnings: mentions of excessive drinking and smoking (please don’t do any, your bodies are precious 🙏), they’re both lowk bad people LOL, nonconsensual filming (not sexually)

“Whoa there,” you say, camera loosely hanging around your neck as you watch Park Sunghoon slam his racket on the floor till the strings popped out.

“What?!” He screamed, eyes practically bulging out of their sockets. He takes a deep breath, realizing that he has too much of a reputation to lose it over too little of frustration.

“Hey, don’t mind me.” You lift your hands in surrender, “just gotta film something for my final, you know.”

“Film major?” Sunghoon scoffs, throwing his now broken racket to the side as he shuffles through his gym bag for another. “Funny.”

“Very funny,” you shrug. “When I get into a big studio and start making films that blows up Hollywood, Park.”

“I’m just saying,” Sunghoon doesn’t look at you, instead focusing on his footwork. “You got into Harvard and you’re doing film?”

“You got into Harvard by doing tennis.” You snark back. “I think we’re on the same page.”

Sunghoon laughs, and it’s the first time you’ve ever heard such thing from the boy. The only things you do hear is his groans of frustration and grunts as he hits the ball back and forth.

“Not bad,” he compliments you, finally deciding to turn over. “Want to get beer tonight?”

“I thought athletes don’t drink?” You sit up straight from your previous position on one of the plastic chairs placed near the players that oversaw the whole tennis court.

“Pft, which liar told you that?” Sunghoon packs away his things, and despite having played for 3 hours, he still looks as good as ever. “How do you think I keep sane in tennis? Medication? Fuck no.”

For the first time, you see a glint in Sunghoon’s eyes, one that wasn’t the competitive glint he wore like a blood sucking cheetah every tournament.

By the end of the night, you realize that Park Sunghoon can really drink.

He’s downed 6 shots already, but his face is still as bright as ever. In fact, he asks for three more.

“The adrenaline is similar to playing tennis.” He says with his oh so cheeky smile.

As soon as the server passes Sunghoon his drinks, he wraps one arm around your shoulder, cheering, “to Nishimura Y/N, the film major at Harvard!”

You laugh, pointing your camera at his smiling face. He’s too drunk to notice you recording, swaying you side to side as the alcohol consumes his living thoughts.

🎾 ⊹ ‧

You’re pleasantly surprised when Park Sunghoon invites you to one of his matches. It’s not a state competition—but it’s his competition that he invited you to nonetheless.

Your eyes rush back and forth from Sunghoon to his opponent, the ball stroke faster and faster until your head starts hurting from cranking too close. It was a match against Stanford, Sunghoon was playing against a girl named Kelsley Aptos, who was stunning enough to make your film pop.

You cracked your neck before taking out your camera, recording the two competing. As soon as Kelsley misses the ball, you stop filming, standing up to applaud Sunghoon.

The girl isn’t happy, in fact, she’s almost furious with the way her lip twitches. But she does as any good sport would do, shake Sunghoon’s hand and tell him good game.

“I like your skirt,” Sunghoon tells her, licking his lips which were now dry from all the playing. “It’s pretty.”

“Well thanks Park,” she replies. “I like your stance.”

You’ll never understand the way athletes compliment each other—and hell you probably never will since you’ve practically signed your life to the film industry.

He grins, then makes his way to you. “You see how I beat Aptos? She was great, stunning.”

You don’t know why your stomach churns at the way he describes her. Was it jealousy? It couldn’t be; you barely knew Sunghoon, so why the hell were you genuinely upset over him calling Kelsley Aptos stunning?

“C’mon,” he draws you to his side, way too close for two people who’ve only gotten to know each other in the span of two days. “I believe we have to celebrate with drinks.”

🎾 ⊹ ‧

If there’s one thing about Park Sunghoon that you’re utterly confused by is his lack of self control.

On the court, he’s insane, unbeatable, practically a God in the world of tennis. But after tennis, after the matches, he’s chugging down as many alcoholic beverages as he can take, which is far too many a person—much less a college athlete—should inhale.

Sunghoon liked it though. He liked the way the liquor burned as it went down his throat, he liked the way it cooled in his body and how lightheaded he felt everytime he’d drink. When he wasn’t drinking, he was smoking.

You two were perched on lawn chairs, on opposite ends of each other. The chairs oversaw the beach near Harvard, and you could hear the whoosh of the waves as it drew closer.

“Your coach would kill you,” you said, grinning as you watched him inhale the cigarette. He’s not sober, clearly, but his stamina is good enough that he could make out his surroundings and conversations.

“He totally would.”

You perch your camera up on your knee, secretly recording Sunghoon as he leaned his head against the chair. Although he claims he’s so out of it, he looks so beautiful.

“Will you teach me tennis one day, Park?”

He lifts his head up slightly, eyes making direct contact with yours. “Will you teach me film?”

You nod, and he does too.

“Then it’s a deal Nishimura.”

🎾 ⊹ ‧

Sunghoon is a bad influence.

You can tell now that you’ve known him for a month and by the way he drags you into parties, your little camera still dangling around your neck like it was engraved there.

“You know what they would say if they saw Harvard’s precious athlete partying his ass off on a Wednesday night?” Sunghoon yells over the music.

“What?” You yell back.

“How preposterous!”

The two of you giggle loudly at that, bodies so close to each other that it looks like you’re making out to anyone who wasn’t closely paying attention.

“Hey Y/N,” he says, and as you look up, his eyes are already meeting yours. “I like you a lot.”

You smile at that, letting Sunghoon lean in and kiss you right there and then.

It just felt right. So right. Like a missing piece of a puzzle was finally discovered.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes.”

🎾 ⊹ ‧

It feels like you’re discovering a new piece of Park Sunghoon everyday as you get to know more of him.

He was no longer Harvard star tennis player Park Sunghoon, but your boyfriend Park Sunghoon.

It felt weird, but giddy. Girls who had thrown themselves on him before backed off with fury, wondering why a random film student of all people got with their beloved athlete.

You don’t mind that Sunghoon loves tennis, you really don’t. You know he wants to go pro, it’s all he’s ever talked about on your dates and calls.

“I’m gonna make it to the Olympics.” He says. “You’ll see.”

“I’m sure I will Hoonie.”

What you do mind is the fact that Sunghoon loves tennis too much. His fixation with the sport concerns you, but that’s just what happens when you’ve been playing since you were 3, isn’t it? The sport becomes one with you.

“Park Sunghoon! How was your match?” The interviewer asks, shoving his microphone into Sunghoon’s face.

“Oh it was great man, lovely weather.”

“Mhm, a great warm glow over Boston today! Have you always loved tennis this much?”

“Yes, honestly, tennis is my number one. It’s the reason I breathe and live today.”

He doesn’t mention anything about you when asked about what he loved. He never did. It was always the same thing.

Tennis, tennis, tennis.

If you hadn’t seen the red flags that were ringing before, you clearly were now.

“Are you seriously upset I didn’t mention you in my interview?” Sunghoon asks, biting into his apple angrily.

“Yes! It’d be nice for you to mention me once in your interview but you never do! It’s always the same bullshit Hoon!”

“I love tennis, why can’t I talk about it? It’s what the people want! They watch me for tennis, they don’t watch me for some stupid relationship.”

“Oh, so this is relationship is stupid to you now?”

“You’re twisting my words and you fucking know it.”

You and Sunghoon haven’t talked in over a week. All because you had practically begged him just to talk about you once. Was it so hard for him to show appreciation to his own girlfriend?

It didn’t help when you went to try and visit him on the court, practicing what you were going to say. He was already too engrossed in his conversation with Kelsley Aptos, their proximity dangerously close.

Fine. You think. If Park Sunghoon wants to play this way, we can fucking play it this way.

The next thing you knew, the headlines were filled with PARK SUNGHOON, HARVARD STAR ATHLETE CAUGHT EXCESSIVELY DRINKING AND SMOKING, blaring all over Boston, with the clips from your camera being right on the front page.

[jjunieworld]

SO SOAKED ˒˒ 엔하이픈 ﹙ hyung line ! ﹚

╰┈⪼ in which you have shower sex with your boyfriend for the very first time.

pairing ‎⸝⸝⸝ enha hyung line x afab!reader 𓄷 iηcℓudᥱs 𓈓 none!

genre﹙💬﹚⸝⸝⸝ scenerios/headcannons, smut, established relationship

warnings ‎⸝⸝⸝ shower sex, petnames (good girl, pretty girl), blowjob, slight throat fucking, head pusher!hee, wall fucking???, needy!jake, throat grabbing, clit stimulation, free use and dacryphilia if you squint really hard

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𓏲 𖧷ˊ HEESEUNG

definitely would’ve been after a particularly messy session. the two of you were suppose to only take a simple shower… wash all of the previous session off of you… until you noticed how heeseung’s eyes kept traveling over your exposed body. then you were suddenly being pushed into the shower wall, cold tile and water against your skin as he pounded into you from behind.

“fuck—you’re so addictive,” heeseung groaned as his hips snapped against your ass. he had your hands pinned behind you in his tight grip that only tightened the more you tried to wiggle free to touch him. you whined loudly as the tip of his cock repeatedly hit your cervix with his relentless thrusts.

behind you, you heard heeseung chuckle. “yeah? you like that?” he asked, suddenly pulling out of you. you turned to look at him, whining loudly again at the loss.

suddenly you were being pushed down to you knees on the shower floor, the back of your head getting soaked from the shower stream. heeseung’s large cock brushed against your lips as you looked up at him with wide eyes. “if you do a good job, maybe i’ll let you cum again,” he said with a smirk.

immediately you wrapped your hands around the base of his cock, lips gliding over his tip as you slowly took in all of him. once you felt him in the back of your throat, you bobbed your head up and down while looking up at him. you rocked your hips against nothing, savoring the way heeseung threw his head back at the pleasure you were giving him.

his hand tangled in your wet hair and pushed your head down further onto his cock. “fuck…” heeseung muttered. he started to move his hips. “such a good girl.”

𓏲 𖧷ˊ JAY

what started as a simple shower together, nice and intimate as you helped wash each other’s bodies, quickly turned into a heated makeout session. then that session turned into jay slipping inside you as the stream of warm water overhead glided over the both of you.

jay’s hand glided over your thigh as his lips chased after yours when you pulled away to breathe. you moaned against them just as jay lifted your leg, gaining better access as he pushed in and out of you. it was achingly slow and you were grinding your hips up for more.

“please…” you begged against his lips. jay hummed, lips now trailing down your neck and making you shiver despite the hot water. you leaned your head back against the tile as you struggled to form words, your hips speaking for you as you grinded up further.

“faster,” you moaned out. you felt the vibrations of jay’s chuckle against your neck and he tapped your other thigh. you jumped slightly, wrapping your legs around jay’s bare hips as he pinned you tight against the wall. his lips latched onto yours again.

his once slow thrusts accelerated rapidly and you broke away from him to moan loudly. “fuck, jay!” you whined, burying your head in his neck. the hot stream of water did nothing to cool you down.

the rope in your stomach tightened and tightened until it snapped, making your nails bury deep into the back of jay’s neck and your cum drip down his hard cock. you breathed heavily as he continued to piston into you, cock twitching as he finally came inside you with a loud moan.

𓏲 𖧷ˊ JAKE

you were showering when you heard the bathroom door creek open and the sound of your boyfriend’s voice calling out your name. “jake?” you asked over the pouring water and freezing your movements. you peeked your head out behind the shower curtains to see what he wanted and was shocked to see him stripping off his clothes.

“what are you doing?” you giggled, resuming your shower. you were washing the soap off your body when you felt his firm hands grab your hips. he peppered kisses up your neck from behind you and you stretched your neck to give him better access.

jake’s arms wrapped around your waist. “i need you,” he practically moaned against your jaw. you felt his big cock press into your ass, it only growing more and more the longer he placed kisses onto your skin.

“you could’ve waited until after my shower,” you laughed as you turned around in his arms. immediately, his lips pressed hard into yours—catching you by surprise. he backed you up against the wall, hand dipping inbetween the two of you to grab his hard-on.

“can’t,” was all jake replied.

he spun you so faced away from him and lifted one of your legs high into the air. a soft moan escaped you as he lined himself up with your entrance and pushed into you, wasting no time with his quick pace. you pressed your hands flat against the tile of the shower and leaned your forehead against it at the stretch of his thick cock, whimpering at the way his hips slammed into you.

within no time jake’s warm load filled you, dripping out of you around his softening cock and down your thighs. you exhaled heavily as you turned to bring his mouth to yours. jake moved you under the water stream to clean you off before turning the knob to shut it off completely. “let me make you feel good now,” he said lowly at the shell of your ear before pulling you out the shower.

𓏲 𖧷ˊ SUNGHOON

after a particularly tiring day, you saw how stressed your boyfriend was and wanted to do something nice for him. it was your idea to let him use you as something of a stress reliever.

you saw the gears in his head turning despite his blank look at he stared at you with slightly narrow eyes. the two of you stood in your shared bathroom; you with a towel wrapped around your naked body and sunghoon fully clothed. “i can see how stressed you’ve been today, so use me,” you repeated yourself.

sunghoon’s arms were crossed against his chest and you could see the way his hands twitched at your request. to make your offer more enticing, you let the towel slip from your grasp, leaving you completely naked in front of him. the sound of your abandoned shower rang in your ears, filling up the silence as sunghoon’s eyes trailed your figure—not saying a single word.

in the blink of an eye he was stripping his clothes off until you were both bare. he grabbed your arm, yanking the curtain back so the two of you could step in. you didn’t have time to think as your back hit the tile wall and his lips were on yours. “use you?” sunghoon asked, pulling away briefly to speak. “you don’t know what you’re asking of me.”

you smiled coyly against his lips, hand going to pump his already hard cock. “because i will ruin you right where you stand,” he added, breath scattered. suddenly you were flipped around and being filled to the brim with his long cock, whimpering loudly as one of sunghoon’s hands came to rub circles onto your clit and the other trailing up your throat to make to look at him. you were pressed tightly against his chest as he fucked into you at a relentless speed.

loud and shameless moans fell from your mouth as you felt your walls flutter around him, taking in every inch of him. tears brimmed in your eyes as you made eye contact with him. his pupils were completely blown out, lust and desire clouding them. sunghoon lips curled up ever so slightly, “my pretty girl.”

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[whois-alexis]

Have you ever wished you were any taller ⟡ enhypen x reader

when you ask enhypen if they ever wished to be taller as a prank, and they obviously start defending themselves

contains fluff and comfort,gen z humor , mentions of insecurity

NOTE, i haven’t been posting much lately but i plan to be more active here on tumblr. i hope you guys enjoyed this fic!!🤍

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Heeseung Jay

Jake Sunghoon

Sunoo Jungwon

riki

[okwonyo]

love confessions.

엔하이픈 ୨୧ female reader eight hundred non-idol au fluff getting together + cw. not proof-read skinship kissing ( other )

heeseung

would always be very straightforward about his feelings for you, from the second he felt his fondness for you overlapping friendship a little bit.

would be confused whenever you respond to his loving works by a teasing flirt, his hushed date offers to you displaying as jokes from your point a view.

and then, when he would understand and finally confess to you in a way that could not make you doubt, he would get giggly. face growing red, being unable to sustain his laugher and getting visibly shy whenever his gaze meets yours.

“i’ll give you all of me, all my love”

jongseong

would think about it for years. his heart beating, warmth filling his entire body at the thought of which words he should use alone.

would invite you somewhere you like, calm and private. just the both of you, eyes locked, heartbeat getting slowly synchronized.

would take your hands in yours, thumb stroking your skin in a beyond reassuring way. your gaze would be enough to make him confess then and there, so natural, like he was born for it.

“i adore everything about you”

jaeyun

would stumble over his words while avoiding your gaze in the process. would end up in a complete mess, throwing words around and making non understandable sentences.

his love confession would be said in one breath, a quick sentence but still full of meaning and thoughtful. which would make swipe you of your feet.

would ask for you for a kiss in a shy voice. you would be able to hear his heart throbbing against his chest as he leans towards you. a soft giggle would escape from his lips after a quick peck, turning his head away from you.

“i just can’t think of anything but you— my head is full of you, my heart is full of you”

sunghoon

his lingering stares, cheesing smiles and soft touches are obvious enough for everyone to see how much he likes you. to him, these are love confessions on their own and he never wanted to hide it.

would let it slip during a hangout together; maybe a walk in a park or just sitting next to each other in front of a lake, washing the ducks on a bench and eating waffles.

would watch you with a gentle smile while you almost choke on your food, right after realization eats you in the most brutal way possible. he would fall for you even more.

“my heart is full of you”

seonwoo

would spend a lot of time finding a hood gift for you— although, every thing his eyes leans on would remind him of you somehow.

soft words written on a pretty card, your favorite flowers wrapped in a pretty tissue and a cute little gift. even if you reject him, seeing you smile because of the presents would ease his heart.

on the way home, would shyly come hold your hand after you accept his feelings for you and tell him that they are reciprocated.

“i wish i could give you every flower that i find”

jungwon

wouldn’t be able to think of a moment where his heart wasn’t beating with nothing but pure fondness towards you. since the moment he met you to, he believes, the rest of his life.

would be unable to get you out his mind, even when he is not supposed to think about, when he is supposed to focus and give all his focus.

would confess, thinking that it would go away if it was finally said out loud — it wouldn’t work. now that would become his girlfriend, it would have gotten even worse.

“i’m not easily distracted but you are acting like a magnet”

riki

would ask his friends about how he should do, excepting a valid solution and normal answers to his questions. which would be an huge mistake, in his point of you, they can’t stop teasing him about it now.

would confess to you in such a soft spoken voice that it would make melt. his eyes would avoid yours in a awkward yet cute way.

a thanks would be said from him after you accept his confession, without thinking and an quick apology about it would follow close behind. would just get so shy, now that he is your boyfriend, he doesn’t know how to act properly around you.

“everything feels so soft and warm when i’m talking to you. i think i like you a little too much”

i wanted to write this for a while now ! but i wasn’t really sure how to, i hope you all enjoyed ^^

[seongclb]

— sunghoon as your favourite ex talking stage !

𖦹 ˖⁺ ⋆ ᝢ kind of exes to lovers au idk, fluff, hoon lowkey being toxic but in a softer way i hope ( idk what else to put here pls lmk )

[ n. ] this is soo random esp because i haven’t posted in soo long but .. idk i just got the idea for longer fic based off of this so this is my way of seeing if it looks good or not! lmk pls & ty

[rk1stars]

TOXIC SITUATIONSHIP TEXTS WITH SUNGHOON (pt two)

after ending your toxic situationship with sunghoon, you two have been texting on and off. after sunghoon finally texts you, begging for you back, you have to decide on a poll wether you’ll give him another chance.

part three is coming!! (voting poll) (part one)

[sunrenity]

good luck charm ✶ sim jake

s  —  you were his good luck charm, especially during his basketball games.

p  basketball player!jake x fem!reader  .  g  high school au, fluff, best friends to lovers  .  wㅤkissing (two times)  .  wc  767 (0.7k)  .  bookshelf

YOU ARRIVE AT THE school gymnasium, the familiar scent of polished wood and the faint echo of bouncing basketballs filling the air. the stands are already buzzing with energy, a mix of students and parents cheering for their teams. your eyes scan the court until they land on jake, your best friend since childhood, stretching with his teammates.

"hey, y/n!" jake calls out as he jogs over to you, his signature grin lighting up his face. his dark hair is damp with sweat, and his jersey clings to his toned frame. "you made it just in time."

you laugh, rolling your eyes playfully. "wouldn't miss it for the world. ready to win this?"

jake nods, his expression turning serious for a moment. "i always am when you're here." he gives you a quick, friendly hug before heading back to his team, leaving your heart fluttering slightly.

the game begins, and you watch intently as jake moves across the court with agility and precision. every shot he makes, every pass he completes, is met with your enthusiastic cheers. it feels like the entire gym fades away, and it's just you and him, connected through the game.

with seconds left on the clock and the score tied, jake has the ball. he hesitates for a moment, nerves evident in his tense posture. his eyes scan the crowd frantically until they lock onto yours. your encouraging smile gives him the confidence he needs. the crowd holds its breath as he makes his move, weaving through defenders with remarkable speed. he jumps, releasing the ball in a perfect arc. it swishes through the net just as the buzzer sounds. the crowd erupts in deafening applause.

jake's teammates swarm him, but he breaks free and runs towards you. "we did it! we won!" his face is flushed with excitement, eyes sparkling. before you can react, he pulls you into a tight hug, lifting you off your feet.

"i'm so proud of you, jake!" you exclaim, your laughter mingling with the cheers around you.

as he sets you down, he doesn't let go. instead, he looks into your eyes, the world around you blurring. "you really are my good luck charm," he says softly, his voice filled with a new, tender warmth.

in the rush of emotions, jake leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle, kiss. both of you freeze for a heartbeat, the realization of what just happened sinking in. when he pulls back, there's a mix of surprise and joy on his face.

"i... i'm sorry, i didn't mean to..." he starts, but you cut him off with a smile.

"jake, it's okay," you whisper, your voice barely audible over the noise of the celebrating crowd. the tension melts from his face, replaced by a look of relief and something else — something tender and hopeful. his grip on your arms tightens just slightly, a reassuring pressure.

"actually, y/n, i've been wanting to do that for a while," he admits, his eyes searching yours for a reaction. the noise of the celebrating crowd fades into the background, leaving just the two of you in your own little world.

you feel a rush of emotions, your heart pounding in your chest. "really?" you ask, your voice barely a whisper.

jake nods, his gaze never leaving yours. "yeah. i guess i just needed to win a big game to work up the courage." he chuckles softly, his smile both nervous and hopeful.

a warmth spreads through you at his words. "jake, i've always been your good luck charm," you say, stepping closer and placing a hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat racing beneath your palm. "and i'll always be here for you."

his smile widens, and without any hesitation this time, he leans in again. the second kiss is deeper, more certain, and filled with all the feelings that had been building up between you over the years. you respond eagerly, your arms wrapping around his neck as the world around you seems to disappear entirely.

however, the tranquility is shattered when his teammates begin calling for him to join the celebrations. with a reluctant sigh, jake steps away, but not without giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "i should go join the team," he says, his voice reluctant.

you nod, your smile never fading. "go on, hero. you deserve to celebrate."

he grins widely, the familiar spark returning to his eyes. "save a dance for me at the after-party?" he asks, a teasing lilt in his voice.

"always," you reply, feeling a rush of warmth at the thought.

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[cupidhoons]

listener ⟡ yjw

genre & warnings est relationship fluff random thought jw is so in love it's acc SICK lmk if there's more back2navi

NOTE this is me trying to get @lcvclywon to get over [redacted] GIRL STAND UP!!

thinking about boyfriend! jungwon who would listen to you so attentively...like you could be yapping away about your day and he would just stare at you with the most lovesick eyes ever known to man

"tell me about your day, love." jungwon says, tugging your arm to sit down with him on the couch. you smile, "well..."

he tilts his head slightly and lets out a small hum, signaling you to keep going.

"its quite long, though. i'd rather not-"

he interrupts you with a peck on your lips, "i don't care if it's a long story,"

"i want to listen, doll. no matter what it is your talking about, so go on." he tells you as he pushes back a strand of your hair. you feel your face grow hot.

"okay, wonnie." you manage to say, giggling at his action.

as you talk about your day — and random thoughts that you have — jungwon always listens, even if it doesn't look like it. he does listen to every word you say, he just looks at you with the most adoring eyes ever.

"jungwon, are you even lis-" you stop your sentence. his doe eyes looking in yours — he's too cute for you.

"y'know what...nevermind..." you say, kissing his cheek.

[alvojake]

kayla i am have late night thoughts about your writing again… i need your opinion on the member most likely to consider their s/o a ‘fuck toy’🙂‍↕️ (with love of course)

HEESEUNG. Lee Heeseung. LEE MFKN HEESEUNG. did I mention heeseung? *clears throat* sorry, but most definitely heeseung. you can't convince me otherwise.

he would be the type that would treat you like a damn queen all of the time no matter who you were with, but the moment he had you underneath him? you better prepare to not be able to walk for a little while afterward. heeseung is the type of guy to completely ruin you, not for your pleasure, but his own.

using his strength to flip you into whichever position he desires, holding your quivering body down while he fucks his hard cock deep inside your swollen pussy. your pleas for him to slow down slowly turned into incoherent babbles as your nails dug into his forearms that were placed next to your head as he fucks you in doggy.

"hee, please..." the whines that left your kiss swollen lips were music to his ears, only urging him to go harder and faster, eliciting another loud moan from you.

"oh come on princess, don't tell me you're tired already." heeseung smirks, lifting his body from yours, hands going to your hips to pull you back onto him, leaving you no room for escape, "I'm nowhere near done yet." he groans as he pulls yet another orgasm from your overstimulated body.

heeseung didn't stop until he had completely drained himself in your cunt, leaving you a crying, shaky, sticky mess. his cum leaking from your pulsating pussy, and he just watches with a cocky grin.

so yes, I can say wholeheartedly that heeseung is the type of man to use his s/o as his own personal 'sex toy' (lovingly of course).

[lcvclywon]

BROTHERS BSF JAY TEXTS

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synopsis ' dating your brothers best friend

warnings: cursing, mentions of being the other woman, pet names, kissing, sex jokes, joonie being yns face claim, i’m not funny el oh el!

pairings: brothers bsf!jay x female reader

thoughts frm yuya 💭 texting post to commemorate me being done with my major exams hehe expect more writings coming soon 😈

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[021894s]

— 11 I fucked up. [1.6k w]

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PAIRING: brothers bsf!sunghoon x f!reader

WARNINGS: cussing, hickies, tension, angst

AUTHORS NOTE: sorry for the delay babies, been booked n busy but hope you enjoy this quick little chap!

you wake up, the remnants of the previous night's haze linger in your mind. Your head feels heavy, and confusion sets in as you realize you're completely naked beneath the covers. Panic begins to rise within you as your eyes fall upon Sunghoon's arm wrapped around your waist, and then up to his neck, where you notice the marks you left on him from your previous endeavors. “fuck” you curse, feeling a mix of emotions flooding through you. Quickly, you extract yourself from Sunghoon's embrace, finding solace in the bathroom. As you lock the door behind you, you look in the mirror. you’re met with a disheveled look, purple marks scattered all across your neck and down your body.

Feeling a sense of unease, you step into the hot shower, hoping to wash away not only the physical marks but also the confusion and doubt that fills your mind. The water cascades over your body, providing a momentary distraction from the thoughts of facing Sunghoon. However, as the memories of the night before start flooding back, you can't help but feel a mix of emotions. Uncertainty, curiosity, and a subtle connection to Sunghoon begin to intertwine within you, creating a tension that you can't ignore.

In this vulnerable moment, you find yourself questioning Sunghoon's true intentions and the depth of his feelings. The comments from your friends about his small crush only add to the confusion, leaving you unsure of where you stand with him. you can't help but wonder what lies ahead for you and Sunghoon. The subtle connection between you both, shrouded in tension and uncertainty, lingers in the air, waiting to be explored.

The steam from the shower dissipated as you cautiously stepped out, reaching for the plush towel to wrap around your still trembling form. The mirror had fogged over, a ghostly veil that you wiped away with a practiced hand. You stood there for a moment, taking in your reflection, the marks that painted a story you weren't ready to narrate. Your expensive concealer, a trusted ally, was in your hand before you knew it, dabbing and blending with a precision that spoke of many such mornings.

With every stroke, you masked the evidence, a silent prayer with each pat that it would be enough. Your heart hammered a warning rhythm as you anticipated the confrontation that never came. Instead, you found yourself tiptoeing back to the bedroom, where Sunghoon lay in an effortless pose that belied the tension in the air.

His casual "good morning" cut through the silence, a lifeline thrown with an understanding that last night's events were to remain unspoken, at least for now. Your reply, a stuttered echo of his greeting, betrayed your inner turmoil. As he rose, the sight of him in just his boxers was almost enough to derail your composure. The shower came to life with a hiss, a sound that marked his temporary departure and your momentary solitude.

Now alone, the weight of the situation settled on your shoulders. Heeseung's face flashed in your mind, a specter of the life you were entangled in. How could you face him, when even Sunghoon's presence stirred a chaos within you? The room felt both like a sanctuary and a prison as you grappled with the fear of consequences that were as inevitable as the sunrise outside your window.

Sunghoon emerged from the bathroom, the air around him carrying the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the steam. He was dressed now, an oversized hoodie draped over his frame, the fabric falling just right to conceal the marks on his neck. He caught your eye for a moment, an unspoken conversation passing between you.

The room was filled with a heavy silence, save for the rustling of clothes and the zip of bags being secured. Each movement was deliberate, a dance of avoidance as you both packed your belongings. The atmosphere was thick with the weight of unasked questions and unvoiced thoughts.

With every folded garment and tucked away item, the reality of the situation settled deeper into your bones. This wasn't just a morning after; it was a pivot point, a shift in the axis of your relationship with Sunghoon. The dynamic you once knew was morphing into something new, undefined, and daunting. As you zipped up your own bag, the finality of the act was not lost on you. Whatever lay ahead, it was clear that the events of last night had altered everything, and there was no going back.

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Checking out of the hotel was a quiet affair, the clerk's cheerful demeanor a stark contrast to the somber mood that hung between you and Sunghoon. The car ride to the airport was no less awkward, a tangible tension filling the space as the cityscape blurred past the windows. You both sat in silence, lost in your own thoughts, the radio's low hum the only sound punctuating the stillness.

Navigating through the airport provided a brief respite, the hustle of security and the check-in process momentarily distracting you from the turmoil within. It was a welcome, if fleeting, escape from the emotional chaos that threatened to consume you.

However, any sense of relief evaporated as you settled into the hard seats at your boarding gate. Sunghoon's voice broke through the hum of travelers, "I think we should talk about it."

"Now?" you asked, the word hanging between you, heavy with reluctance.

"Better to sort things out now than at home with Heeseung around," he replied, his gaze steady on yours.

You sighed, the sound a mix of resignation and apprehension. "It was a mistake," you began, your voice barely above a whisper. "We were both drunk and desperate."

He nodded, his expression unreadable. "Yeah, it was mistake," he echoed. But as he spoke, you could see a flicker of something else in his eyes—a hint of disappointment, a shadow of hurt. He had never felt with anyone the way he felt with you, but those words remained unspoken, locked away for the sake of you and Heeseung.

you both sat there, the boarding call echoing distantly, the air between you was filled with words left unsaid and feelings left unacknowledged. Sunghoon's agreement hung in the air, a silent pact to bury the truth and move forward, even as it chipped away at something deep inside him.

As you approached your row on the plane, you hoisted your carry-on, attempting to wrestle it into the overhead compartment. The struggle was real; it was just a bit too high, and you were on your tiptoes, the edge of the bin just out of comfortable reach.

Suddenly, you felt Sunghoon's presence close behind you, his height advantage becoming your saving grace. As he reached over to help, his hands brushed against yours, the fleeting contact sending a jolt through you, a silent reminder of the way he held you, the way he kissed you, pleasured you. The warmth of his skin, the brush of his fingers—every small touch reignited the memories you were trying so hard to suppress.

For a moment, you were frozen, caught in the rush of recollections, until his voice, soft and close, broke through your reverie. "Y/n," he whispered.

Snapped back to reality, you quickly slid into your seat, avoiding his gaze. The proximity in the cramped airplane felt overwhelming, and you turned your head towards the window, hoping the view would distract you from the tension that seemed to follow you both relentlessly.

With your headphones in and eyes shut, you tried to create a bubble of solitude around you. The music was a shield against the tension that seemed to have taken a seat beside you, embodied by Sunghoon. Two hours felt like an eternity when every minute was spent avoiding the person only an arm's length away.

ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

The flight ended, but the silence followed you both like a shadow as you got into Sunghoon's car parked at the airport. The hum of the engine and the blur of the passing scenery were the only companions on your journey home. His occasional glances were heavy with words left unsaid, but you kept your gaze firmly fixed outside, watching the world go by.

When he pulled up outside your apartment, you were quick to reach for the door handle, but Sunghoon's voice halted you mid-movement.

"I'm sorry, I hope this doesn't make things weird between us," he said, breaking the silence that had cocooned you both.

"Don't be sorry, we were both in the wrong here," you replied, your voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside. "Just please don't let Heeseung find out. Losing my brother is the last thing I need."

"Secret's safe with me," he assured you, his tone sincere. "I also can't afford to lose my best friend."

you offered him a tired smile, acknowledging the complexity of the situation. As you gathered your belongings, Sunghoon stepped out of the car to help with your suitcase, a gentleman to the end despite the day's awkwardness.

"Thank you," you muttered, adding a soft goodbye.

"Take care, y/n," he responded, and with that, you turned away, making your way into the sanctuary of your apartment. The familiar walls greeted you with the comfort and security you craved. Collapsing onto your bed, you stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. If it was such a mistake, why did it feel so right? No, you couldn't indulge in these thoughts.

With a heavy sigh, you reached for your phone, needing the candid wisdom of the one person who never failed to be open and honest with you. As you composed your message, unaware of the ripples that would stem from your actions, you faced the truth - you'd have to live with the consequences of that night, every single day.

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