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WELCOME TO SECTION II

𓍯𓂃𓏧 E N H Y P E N

𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒓: 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝑶𝑵𝑳𝒀 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆

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જ⁀➴ FLUFF

• NOTORIOUSLY YOURS | JAY PARK (fluff, comedy, angst | fakedating!au, college!au, childhoodbestfriends!au, (kinda) e2l!au | 14.7k )

• 14:03 | JAY PARK (fluff, just cuddling with Jay)

• pay attention to me | JAY PARK ( Jay Park x fem!reader | fluff, established relationship!au, college!au, timestamp |0.37k | taking a break from studying together with bf Jay)

• First Kisses | SIM JAKE ( implied Best Friends to Lovers | Just a drabble about Jake’s first kiss | 852 )

• Blanket | KIM SUNOO (celebrating your 5 month anniversary with bf Sunoo | idk its not that long tho)

• MORNING KISS | KIM SUNOO ( fluff | you tried to give Sunoo a good morning kiss. however, a slight hesitation stops you but no worries, he’ll just do it for you. )

• you % heeseung | LEE HEESUNG ( fluff | the reader vs heesungs new gaming console | 0.95k )

• HAVE IT BAD | LEE HEESUNG ( college!au, fem!reader | dinner with your friends ended up with Jay deciding to open his mouth and start up the last conversation you wanted to have | 1.0k )

જ⁀➴ ANGST

• static screens | SIM JAKE ( Breaking up because of jakes dreams | wc. not given )

• Beyond 7 Minutes in Heaven | PARK SUNGHOON ( angst, fluff | 7 minutes in heaven in a closet but after that seven minutes of playing jenga your friends cannot find that damn key )

જ⁀➴ FRIENDS TO LOVERS

• Beyond 7 Minutes in Heaven | PARK SUNGHOON ( angst, fluff | 7 minutes in heaven in a closet but after that seven minutes of playing jenga your friends cannot find that damn key )

• by my side | LEE HEESUNG ( this series is so good! ) ( fluff | roommate!fem reader x richboy!roommate heeseung | mild cussing, LOTS of pet names from heeseung & quite cliche ig + a lot of dialogue ;) y/n also zones out ALOT )

જ⁀➴ FAKE DATING

• “break your heart right back” | PARK JAY (bestfriend!Jay x fem!reader | college au (not really mentioned though),friends to lovers, fake dating and ungodly amounts of fluff (crack-ish?) | wc. 8k )

• MY (ACCIDENTAL) DEMON ROOMMATE | PARK SUNGHOON ★ ( demon!sunghoon x human!fem!reader // college au, social media au with occasional written parts, modern supernatural (?) au, super fun // 27 + )

• ✰ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐘 | SIM JAKE ( boy! jake x fem!reader //smau, humor at points, angst, fluff // 19+ Parts // ONGOING )

• Behind the scenes | PARK SUNGHOON ( strangers 2 enemies, enemies 2 friends, fluff, angst, crack/humor, one sided pinning, love triangle?? some established relationships // sunghoon x fem!reader, enha members, itzy members, stray kids member, txt member // 19+ Parts // ONGOING)

• Hierarchy | SIM JAKE (jake x fem!reader | angst, fluff, highschool media, jay is a lil a hole here lol | 25 parts )

• maybe we could be togehter | SIM JAKE (childhoodbff!Jake x fem!reader | fluff, light angst, crack (as it should!) and Sunoo being the bestest friend you could ever ask for… in his own strange ways | 38 parts ⇭)

• Love me not | PARK SUNGHOON ( sunghoon x fem!reader | angst, fluff | 6 parts )

જ⁀➴ ROYAL

• if it means a lot to you | PARK JAY (Prince!Jay x Maid!Reader | Royalty & Forbidden Love (is it a trope?!) AU; Angst & Fluff I 6,7K )

જ⁀➴ UNIVERSITY / COLLEGE

• THE BROTHERS BEST FRIEND TROPE | LEE HEESUNG ★ ( heesung x fade reader // severe angst, fluff and smut //29K )

• BEHIND CLOSED DOORS | SIM JAKE ★ ( this is smut so don’t read if you are a MINOR !! // Jake x fem!reader // Jake being Heesungs roommate with a quiet room in a party // 3,6K )

• MAKE YOU MINE | PARK SUNGHOON (park jongseong (jay) x female reader // series, fluff, romance, angst & slightly suggestive, enemies to friends to lovers, slowburn, college!au, basketball player!jay, radio host!reader // 5+ Parts // ONGOING)

જ⁀➴ HIGHSCHOOL

• real me real you | PARK SUNGHOON ( sunghoon x fem!reader ft. jay // highschool!au, fluff, comedy except i’m not funny, a bit of angst but it gets resolved, fake dating, love triangle au // 22k )

જ⁀➴ BADBOY

• “falling for you, I can’t keep away” | JAY PARK ( Hogwarts AU | friends to lovers | light angst and fluff fluff fluff | 4.1k )

• it girl | PARK SUNGHOON ( angst & kinda sad | modern-day era | 2,1k )

જ⁀➴ HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE

• “falling for you, I can’t keep away” | JAY PARK ( Hogwarts AU | friends to lovers | light angst and fluff fluff fluff | 4.1k )

• it girl | PARK SUNGHOON ( angst & kinda sad | modern-day era | 2,1k )

• the battle of hogwarts l JAY PARK (boyfriend!jay, friend!jake, brother!sunghoon, chosen one!heeseung, death eaters, voldemort, other small characters | hogwarts!au, angsty angst | wc. 4.1k )

જ⁀➴ SOULMATE

• 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 | LEE HEESUNG (Soulmate AU; Angst, Fluff & Suggestive | 3.7K )

જ⁀➴ APOCALYPSE

• [03:18PM]| JAY PARK (a bit of Zombies & fluff, dies das )

જ⁀➴ ENHYPEN AS PARENTS

જ⁀➴ FANTASY

• Atlantean| SIM JAKE ★ (swimmer! Jake x swimmer! [fem] reader | fantasy, angst, fluff | 3k)

જ⁀➴ REACTIONS

• hyung line reaction to their s/o being a single mom

• Vampire enhypen! - Reaction to listening to their S/O’s heart beating faster because of them

• enhypen as your boyfriend ~ hyung line

• hyung line when you sit on their lap while they’re on the computer ( just a bunch of fluff, established relationship, whipped!enha | nspired by the tiktok trend where reader tries to sit on his lap while he’s on the computer or while he plays video games)

• enhypen reacting to someone spilling sm on their s/o (pop off show off Sunghoon hihi)

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clknj · 4 months ago

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JAY👹CEPS👹👹👹

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clknj · 4 months ago

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GUESS WHO I SAW LAST NIGHT YALLLLLL

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clknj · 4 months ago

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enhypen; as your best friend that’s secretly in love with you

ot7 x reader | angst/FLUFF | your best friend that’s secretly in love (absolutely head over heels obsessed screaming crying) with you | this literally took me a MILLION YEARS to write, enjoy besties

heeseung;

“are you serious.” you crossed your arms as you raised your eyebrows at heeseung’s pc monitor.

“this map is hard!“ heeseung tried defending his horrible game play.

“this is literally the easiest map!” you laughed.

heeseung pushed away from the desk, rolling back and facing you, opening his arms. “okay then, show me.”

you bit your lip and looked at him, and then the screen, contemplating. he curled his fingers, signaling for you to sit on his lap, so you did.

when you did, heeseung rolled back into the desk and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder to watch the screen.

maybe this wasn't a position he would put himself in with just any of his friends, but he didn't care. he was going to take every excuse to cuddle you and have you close as long as he could get away with it.

“alright then, let’s see you do it.”

you couldn't see the way heeseung was looking at you with your laser-focus on the screen— like you were just the cutest thing in the world.

the game started. heeseung unwrapped his arms from around you and delicately brushed your hair out of the way so he could squeeze and massage your shoulders.

“how are you doing that…” he asked, in awe of your skills. you never stopped impressing him, in absolutely everything.

"i can even do it without looking," you turned to face him confidently as you continued setting up the play and buying the weapons you wanted by muscle memory on the keyboard.

heeseung grabbed your hips and moved you higher on his lap, closer to him, with surprisingly little effort.

your confidence faltered a bit when you felt how close his face was to yours now-- your noses were almost touching, and you could feel his breath against your face when he whispered, "yeah?"

"yeah..." you whispered back, having very little control over your eyes flickering down to his lips, for just a milisecond. but when you looked back into his eyes, he was smirking, and glancing at your lips too.

he wanted nothing more than to kiss you, and everytime you found yourselves in a position like this, his resolve broke down a little more. he told himself he wouldn't ruin your friendship, but god, he didn't want to be your friend. he wanted to kiss you. he wanted to kiss you over and over, and so well that you couldn't possibly imagine yourself being just friends with him ever again.

a ping sounded from the computer, signaling the game was going to start. it startled you out of your daze, and you gulped and turned back to the screen. "i should probably look at it for this part though."

heeseung laughed, "probably," and went back to massaging your shoulders and staring at your face more than the screen ("stop staring, you're missing my sick strategies, weirdo..." "no.").

jay;

you peeked your head out of the restroom, only looking for one person in the dorm in particular. "jay," you whisper-shouted. "psst... jay!"

jay whipped his head around to you from where he was talking to sunghoon with a cute question mark written on his face. when you gestured for him to come over, he didn't really think twice about the fact that you were beckoning him towards the restroom, alone with you.

well— he did think about it, but then he also thought about the fact that you were best friends. and when he walked closer to you, he also thought about the fact that you were so so pretty…. god dammit.

"what's up?" he asked.

you widened the door and motioned for him to come in, "i need your help with something and i just feel kind of weird asking anyone else."

he quirked a brow at you, his heart jolting at the fact that you trusted him the most.

you shut the door once he stepped inside, turning your back to him. "can you zip this up for me? i've literally been trying for like five minutes. i just can't."

jay held his breath for a moment as you realized what you were asking him to do-- zip up a dress that was open beginning from your very lower bare back and went all the way up to your neck.

you were going to drive him absolutely crazy.

"yeah yeah, sure," he tried his absolute best to sound normal.

jay began by slowly brushing all the hair from your neck to the front. he was agonizingly slow about it, running his fingers over your upper back again, as if there would have been some extra strands he missed. but really, he just wanted to keep touching you.

he stepped even closer to you, pressing you against the bathroom counter. you felt his breathing on your neck before you felt his fingertips graze down your lower back until he reached the zipper. it got stuck for a second, but jay easily held the dress tight and yanked it past the knot with no problem, making you feel weak for struggling so much with it earlier.

he dragged it up agonizingly slowly, wishing that his fingers were tracing up your back in a different situation. to be honest, he wasn't even thinking about anything sexual-- he just wanted to lie down with you, to trace shapes along your bare skin and appreciate every inch of you.

and that's how he knew he was fucked in love.

and that's why he couldn't resist leaving a couple quick pecks to the back of your neck before finally fully zipping up your dress. it was so fast you couldn't be completely sure you didn't imagine it.

you turned around to face him, and he stepped even closer, so that his feet were on either side of your legs, caging you into the counter.

he immediately began running his fingers through your hair, fixing it for you on instinct. you felt so safe in his care, and hummed a little, closing your eyes like a cat.

"thank you," you whispered, blinking up at him. god, your eyes.

"you're welcome," jay smiled, and squinted at you. "how did that take you five minutes?"

"it's hard when you do it yourself!" you pulled jay in by the collar, much to his surprise, his eyes widening. he foolishly thought you were going to kiss him, but unfortunately, you were only pulling him in to return the favor, fixing his tie and collar in return. "i mean look at this, it’s crooked..."

jay shook his head, physically unable to keep a small smile off his face. he looked at you fondly as you twisted your face in concentration to fix his tie.

"thank you."

he meant it.

he couldn't help but feel giddy at the domesticity of it all-- it almost felt like you were married and fixing his collar before he left to work or something. he knew it was far away, but he hoped one day he would have something like that with you.

but he had absolutely no idea how he was going to get there when you pat his newly straightened tie, fist bumped him and said "you're welcome bestie," before walking out the door.

jake;

you plopped down on your back on the practice room floor in defeat. "ow."

"are you okay?" jake giggled as he crawled over to where you stretched out all your limbs like a starfish.

"yeah... i'm just sad this is so hard," you complained about the choreography you were stuck on.

"noo, don't be sad! you can do it, i'll help you." jake said for about the 10th time that day, lying down next to you and poking your side.

you flinched, playfully shoving him away, ignoring his grin and fighting off one of your own. "but you've been helping me this whole time and i'm still ass," you whined.

jake burst into giggles at that one, sitting up so he could throw his head forward and back as he laughed. you always managed to make him laugh, and you were so cute even when you were whining.

he caught his breath, “you’re not ass. come on.”

you could only find the strength to sit up, while jake stood all the way up, holding both his hands out to you. you sighed before finally taking them, and he pulled you up with ease.

"okay," jake turned you around to face the mirror, and grabbed your shoulders. "so it seems like you get lost around the head movement in the chorus."

you nodded.

"okay, so you're like this, right..." jake grabbed your left arm and lifted it, running his hand all the way down to your palm, intertwining your fingers with his and holding your hand out to the side.

"right..." you quietly affirmed. you thought it was unnecessary for jake to be literally holding your hand in position, but you needed the help, and... you didn't exactly hate his touch.

"okay, so then your head would be turned..." jake grabbed your jaw gently and turned it to the right, "like that. but move it back a bit more dramatically, like..." he stepped closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you back into him as he pressed his chest completely against your back. "lean your head back against my shoulder."

you did as he asked, your neck exposed. jake was worried his palms were sweating with how nervous he was to be holding you like this. he was kind of screaming internally. he didn't know where he found the confidence to make it this far, but he wasn't complaining.

"okay, now, when you bring your arm in," jake moved your clasped hands so that you bent your hand in towards your shoulder, "you move your head up."

jake held your waist steady with one hand, and used the other to gently tilt your chin up with his finger to face him, "and just look at me," your eyes flitted up towards him, and his breath caught in his throat at how mesmerizing they were. "yeah, just like that,” he whispered, cupping your face.

you looked down at his lips, "and then what?"

jake's mind totally went blank when he realized you were looking at his lips just then. "and then, um..."

you couldn't help but smirk a little at his nervousness. "um... what?"

jake seriously contemplated just kissing you right then and there, but the more he gazed into your eyes, the more he knew he wanted the first time he kissed you to be perfect, and not while he was all sweaty and you were exhausted. you deserved something perfect, someone perfect-- and most of the time, he wasn't sure if that could be him.

so instead, he settled for taking your hand and pulling you towards the couch that was against the wall of the practice room. "and then you celebrate getting the position right by taking a break!"

sunghoon;

sunghoon wouldn’t have realized that you started crying if he hadn’t kept staring glancing at you during the drama marathon you were having.

he placed a hand on your arm, “are you okay?”

“i’m—“ you turned to him, and stopped mid-sentence in shock at the lack of tears on his face. “how are you not crying over this? this is so depressing…”

it was embarrassing, but you couldn’t stop yourself from choking out a sob. this scene hit really close to home for you.

“aww, come here,” sunghoon wrapped an arm around your shoulder and tucked you into his side. “it’s okay, it’s not real,” he whispered into your hair, leaving a kiss on the crown of your head.

sunghoon was pumping his fist internally— he finally got you to cuddle with him. it wasn’t a very uncommon occurrence— you were his best friend and he was incredibly comfortable with you— but recently, his heart threatened to leap out his chest every time. he just hoped you couldn’t hear it as you snuggled in closer and reached an arm across his torso to hug him tight, leaving tear stains on his shirt.

“sorry,” you sniffled. “this kind of stuff really happens, though. it happened to me.”

you normally wouldn’t admit that to anyone— it was a pretty traumatic scene— but sunghoon wasn’t just anyone to you, and you werent just anyone to him.

sunghoon’s heart broke and anger flared all at once when you said that. nobody deserved to have to go through that, but especially not you. he rubbed your back, “don’t be sorry.” he wished he could call you baby. “i’m sorry.”

you sniffled again and looked up at him. “and you’re still not crying?! where are your emotions?”

you poked his cheeks, wanting to change the subject. you knew sunghoon had emotions, but you teased him to deflect from your embarrassment at how much more openly emotional you were than him.

sunghoon sighed as he brought a hand to cup your tear-stained face, using his thumb to wipe the tears away. you had no idea just how many emotions he was experiencing right now, or any time he looked at you, and he intended to keep it that way, although not without great effort.

sunghoon completely forgot about the show and the other people in the dorm as he looked into your tear-stained eyes. somehow, you looked even prettier while crying and sniffling, and it tugged at his heart so much that he felt like he actually had to try to not react.

usually his lack of emotional display came naturally to him, but he was so good at covering everything up that you had no idea how hard he had to try when it came to you— to not cry, to not break down and completely swallow you in his arms, to not tell you that he would never do that to you and never let that happen to you again, and to not press his lips against yours in what he was sure would be the most intense kiss of your life, finally letting out everything he really felt for you in it.

when he finished wiping all the tears from your face, he grabbed your hand and put it flat against his chest. “right here,” he explained. “that’s where all my emotions are.”

sometimes he thought that everything he felt for you bundled up in his chest so much that it actually hurt.

sunghoon totally forgot that in this position, you could feel how fast his heart was pounding. it made you gasp for a moment, and dare to wonder if he felt the same way about you as you felt about him.

you sniffled again, and how loud and gross it sounded it reminded you that you were just his best friend, and one that disgustingly cried in front of him, at that. you rolled your eyes and said, “i’ll believe it when i see it,” and went back to cuddling him. sunghoon went back to tracing shapes down your arm. you would see it one day.

jungwon;

you and jungwon both shouted when you ran into each other in the kitchen in the dark.

“what are you doing here?!” he asked you.

“uhh… just walking around?” you internally facepalmed yourself. it was the truth— you were just walking around to distract yourself from how scared the horror movie you saw earlier had left you, but you wanted to sound like you weren’t. “i mean… looking for food?”

just like always, your best friend could see right through you. you could see the corner of jungwon’s lips quirk up in the dark. “so you were scared?”

you sighed. there was no use in lying to him.

you stared at your socks. “yeah…”

jungwon nodded, and spoke in a small voice. “…me too.”

"really?” you looked up at him. “i mean, it was pretty scary.”

“yeah, something like that could really happen,” he teased you.

“don’t make me more scared!" you rubbed your eyes. "i seriously can’t sleep, and we have a long day tomorrow!” you hated losing sleep— every minute you got more anxious, counting down all the hours you would lose. “and you know how i get when i don’t sleep.”

“oh yeah, i know,” jungwon smiled a bit, remembering how grumpy you were the last time you pulled an all-nighter. he should’ve been annoyed, but it was cute— especially when you fell asleep on his shoulder.

jungwon licked his lips and chewed on them in nervousness. remembering when you crashed on his shoulder in the car gave him an idea. it was a crazy idea, but he figured if you said no he could just say he was sleep deprived or pretend he didn’t remember asking.

“what’s going on in that big head of yours?” you asked after a few moments of silence.

“i was just thinking…” jungwon gulped, so nervous that he didn't even react to your big head comment. “would you... be able to sleep better if you weren’t alone?”

“yeah, i think so,” you answered honestly, failing to see where jungwon was going with this.

“do you want to crash in my room then?” he asked, heart beating rapidly in his ears.

“oh,” you paused for a second, and in that second jungwon thought— oh god, this is it, she’s gonna say no and think that it’s weird and that i'm weird but not in a joking way and that i’m creepy for suggesting that and i’m never going to be able to tell her how i feel because she just thinks of me as a friend and— “is your bed comfortable?”

jungwon blinked in surprise. you snapped him out of his worries, as always.

“yeah it is,” he broke into a smile, starting to get excited. “i have a lot of pillows and plushies and i just need one or two to sleep on the floor—“

“i’m not gonna make you sleep on the floor!” you retorted. “unless we both won’t fit on your bed? or if that’s weird…”

jungwon’s eyes almost popped out of his head. he had no idea you were going to suggest that. "nono no, it's not weird! i think we'll fit, it just might be tight, and... we might have to be .really. close..."

you gasped in fake disgust, "cuddling with you? what a nightmare," you rolled your eyes and grabbed his wrist, dragging him to his room. "come on, i'm tired."

you immediately snuggled into his bed, as if this was a totally normal thing that happened all the time. jungwon stood there for a second, wanting to remember the image, because he might never see it again. he felt like the luckiest boy in the world right now.

you reached a grabby hand out to him, and he thought it was so cute. "come on, sleepy time," you whispered.

he took your hand, and you pulled him into bed, folding the covers over him. you blinked at him in the dark and whispered, "…thank you, by the way."

"of course," jungwon whispered back, taking in every detail of your face illuminated by the glow of the city lights outside his window. he reached a hand out to your face, tracing his thumbs over your eyes, gently closing them, drawing soothing circles around them. "go to sleep now. i'm here."

you hummed. "...that feels good."

"it does?" jungwon was glad your eyes were closed, so you couldn't see him smiling like an idiot.

he continued tracing his thumb all over your face, over your eyebrows, cheeks, nose, chin, all the moles you had, and finally, your lips. he held his breath as he focused his thumb on tracing your soft lips over and over, wondering what it would be like to have his lips on them instead.

after a couple minutes, you kissed his thumb. "as great as that feels, you need to go to sleep too," you blinked opened your eyes.

jungwon slowly dragged his thumb down your lower lip, so that it tugged down a bit and gently popped back into place when he released it. "you have pretty lips," he whispered. he just had to tell you.

"you do too," you replied immediately, and jungwon saw the way you looked at his lips, too. "especially when you smile like that."

jungwon didn't even realize he was smiling again. that seemed to happen a lot around you. you always made him happy, even when he was in a terrible mood and didn't want anyone to cheer him up. here he was, afraid you would think he was smiling weirdly at you, because he couldn't help but grin so wide when you were around-- but you complimented him in a way that gave him butterflies and made him want to smile even harder. you always knew what to say.

he just wished that he knew what to say to tell you how he felt without ruining your friendship. he wished he knew what to say to make you fall as hard for him, too.

"now, sleepy time," you grabbed jungwon's hand and turned around, making him wrap an arm around you and spoon you.

jungwon had the overwhelming urge to kiss your back or cheek, or just to kiss you in general, really, but he figured he had pushed his luck tonight a lot already. "sleepy time." he agreed, wiggling a bit as he got comfortable and pulled you in closer to his chest, hugging you tight. you weren't scared of anything anymore.

sunoo;

"where did you get that hoodie from? it looks familiar," sunghoon asked.

"oh, it's sunoo's," you replied from your side of the booth, taking a sip of your drink as you waited for sunoo to come back so you could start eating the dumplings you were going to share.

sunghoon raised his eyebrows. "oh, really? he never lets me borrow his hoodies..."

"well, it's more like i took it," you admitted.

"oh ok... and where did you get your ring from?

you looked down at the yin silver ring you wore and fiddled with it. "it's from dior, i think?"

"you think? didn't you buy it?" sunghoon asked, not actually confused. he knew exactly where you got that necklace from, but he wanted to see your reaction.

"oh, no, sunoo gave this to me. isn't it so pretty? he has the yang half. he's definitely more yang, right?" you smiled.

sunghoon couldn't help but smile back. god, you two were so cute he was going to throw up. and so oblivious he was going to scream. "yeah... he is..."

sunoo practically burst out of nowhere, sliding into the booth next to you, bumping into your hip playfully. "what are you guys talking about?"

"sunghoon was asking about my ring and i said you have the yang one," you caught him up.

"yeah, and about your hoodie," sunghoon added, turning to sunoo, "isn't that your favorite hoodie?"

sunoo nodded, grabbing his chopsticks and starting to separate the dumplings you liked and the dumplings he liked on either side of the plate for you. "yeah, it is."

sunoo was glad niki asked you a question, so you stopped paying attention to his conversation with sunghoon. he was literally terrified of making things weird with you.

"and you just let her borrow it? you never let me borrow any hoodies!" sunghoon complained.

"oh... did you want to borrow one of my hoodies?" sunoo stuffed a dumpling in his mouth.

you turned to him for a second, halfway through whatever you were saying to niki, giggling at how cute he looked. sunoo turned to you and tugged at your his hoodie strings in response.

sunghoon thought for a moment, continuing as if you two weren’t doing a whole thing, because he was literally used to it. you guys acted so cute all the time, it was kind of sick, actually.

"well... no. but what if i did?"

"then i would say no," sunoo answered.

"what? why?!" sunghoon protested.

sunoo stared at sunghoon blankly, as if he should already know why. sunoo turned to you, making sure you weren’t listening, and smiled, speaking quietly, "because you're not y/n."

sunghoon shook his head in disbelief. "wow."

you and sunoo did everything together, shared everything, finished each others sentences, and were truly the yin to each other's yangs in every way sunghoon could think of— yet you never took your friendship to the next level. it honestly made sunghoon kind of frustrated. he didn't know how at least sunoo didn't figure it out.

but the truth is— sunoo did figure it out. he watched you talk animatedly to niki and smiled. he was almost always smiling, so it's not like he felt the need to hide it— but you had no idea that the smile was almost always there because of you. he was just... scared of what would happen if he admitted his feelings to you, even to his friends, because he didn't want you to find out. he was afraid that if you did, it would be weird and you would stop being friends with him.

“what?” you turned back to sunoo on a late reaction. “did i hear my name?”

sunoo panicked— “no—!” at the same time sunghoon’s much louder voice said “yeah i was just saying how it’s interesting that you’re the only one sunoo lets borrow his stuff.”

“aww sunoo…” you smiled, “am i special to you?”

you meant the question as kind of a joke, but after a second you realized you weren’t completely sure of the answer, and your smile faded.

“n—“ sunoo wanted to say no on instinct, mess around with you as usual, but when he looked at your questioning eyes blinking up at him, he paused, and his face got serious. it occurred to him that with him trying so hard to make sure you don’t know how he feels, you might think you weren’t special to him at all, and he did not want that.

your face contorted in concern. “sunoo?”

“of course you’re special to me,” he spoke fiercely. “you know that, right?”

sunghoon tapped niki, asking him to get up with him to go get more napkins (“whyyyy?” “just do it, i’m older than you.” “bu— ohhh...”)

“i mean, i guess…” you answered softly, bowing your head down.

“no,” sunoo took your hand in both of his, craning his neck to find your face and meet your eyes, making you look at him. “no guessing, okay? i want you to know that you’re special to me.”

“you’re special to me, too,” you smiled shyly. “i feel bad because i don’t always say it and i can’t always buy you things.”

“hey,” sunoo took your other hand as well, making you completely turn to him in the booth. “you don’t need to buy me things, love. your friendship is enough.

it was true. as much as his heart broke every time he realized you would never be anything more, sunoo got energy and joy and inspiration and love just from being around you, and it meant the world to him.

you brought sunoo’s hands up to your face, wanting to hide your blush and grin but not wanting to let go of his hands. “stoppp!”

“never!” sunoo let go of your hands and ruffled your hair. he was going to tease you for as long as you’ll let him, even if it hurt in the end.

niki;

“i’ve… never told anyone that before,” you whispered to niki from the safety of your pillow fort.

“don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me,” niki replied, “just like all mine are with you.”

niki was aware of the fact that he was still just a teenager, and that he probably didn’t really know what love was. but he was never more sure of the fact that he was in love with you than the day you absolutely refused to tell anyone the secret niki had told you a few weeks ago.

everyone from his friends, to your friends, to girls you didn’t know and even his own managers tried getting you to tell them why he didn’t want to talk that one day, and you refused every time— even when they offered you things in return, even when they threatened you. your loyalty and trustworthiness was beautiful to him, just like the rest of you was, and he hoped he could be even better to you than you were to him (although he thought that was impossible, he would try).

“i’m really serious about this, niki. you cant tell anyone.”

niki saw the genuine worry in your eyes, and he wanted more than anything for you to not worry when he was around.

“i promise,” niki held out his pinky to yours, and you brought yours up to link with his. “i’d rather die than tell anyone.”

“okay well don’t do that,” you giggled.

“i’ll try,” niki brought your linked hands up to his lips and kissed his thumb.

“what was that?” you asked.

“what? i was sealing the promise with a kiss. that’s what you’re supposed to do,” he stated.

“that’s not how you’re supposed to do it, you’re supposed to kiss each other’s hands.”

niki’s heart leaped out of his chest at that suggestion, causing him to pull his hand away from yours like it was on fire. “what? no it’s not! who said that?”

“woah woah, i didn’t say we had to do it, you don’t have to act so disgusted at the idea!” you hugged your hands to your chest.

niki realized he messed up. you were offended— you thought he was disgusted at the idea of kissing you when really, he was so obsessed with the idea he didn’t even know what to do with himself.

“no i— it’s not that i’m disgusted, it’s that you’re wrong. that’s not how it goes,” he argued.

“ohhh my god,” you threw your hands up in exasperation— but then lied your head down on niki’s lap anyway. “if that’s not how it goes then why did jisung do it to me like that?” you crossed your arms, blinking up at him from your upside down position on his lap.

niki tensed up at hearing that information. he hated jisung, and he hated the idea of him kissing your hand even more. “probably because he wants an excuse to kiss you,” he grumbled.

“oh please, no he doesn’t. he’s just my friend,” you rolled your eyes. “just like you are! and you don’t want to kiss me.” you said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

niki was screaming on the inside. once again, you were so, so incredibly stupidly wrong that he couldn’t help but blurt out— “what if i did?”

“what?!” you sat up, looking at niki in shock.

oh, he really messed up now. “what if i did… want to.” he awkwardly said, “kiss you.”

“um…” panic was written all over your face, and niki felt so, so bad. he didn’t want to pressure you, and he didn’t want to lose you because you didn’t like that he wanted to kiss you. but the problem was that it wasn’t just that he wanted to kiss you— it was that he was absolutely crazy about you, and every day it got harder and harder to hide. “then… i guess…”

“HAHA!” niki screamed, in his own panic, trying to figure out how to fix this fast before you could tell him you’d hate him forever. “i’m just messing with you! you should’ve seen your face!” he put all his effort into fake laughing in that moment.

“that’s not funny, niki.” you stood up and left the pillow fort.

“wait—“ niki scrambled to follow you, “where are you going?”

“home.” you looked around the couch, shoving blankets and pillows around, trying to find your phone so you could get out of there as fast as possible. you were so embarrassed.

“wha— i was just kidding!” niki whined. “don’t leave, please!” he grabbed your wrist, stopping you from reaching for your phone.

“then don’t mess with me like that!” you cried. “nobody wants to kiss me and it’s embarrassing. that’s why you can’t tell anyone i’ve never kissed anyone before!”

“i won’t!” niki now realized why it was a stupid idea to say he was joking about wanting to kiss you when you had just admitted to him you’ve never kissed anyone before.

“i’ll literally stop being friends with you if—“

“woah, woah, hey!” niki grabbed you by the shoulders. “you’re never going to stop being friends with me. you’re stuck with me. forever.”

he reached down to grab your wrist, bringing your hand up to his and forcibly linking his pinky with yours again. “i promise.”

“you do?”

niki smiled, and without thinking twice about it, pressed his lips against your forehead in a long kiss.

“i do.”

he didn’t miss the way you blushed as you quickly changed the subject, dragging him back to the pillow fort to finish your game.

take that, jisung.

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enhypen; how they’re protective over you

ot7 x reader | fluff/comfort | how they’re protective over you | tw: implied past sexual harassment, some violence

heeseung;

heeseung is always incredibly aware of your sensitivity and emotional state

so his protectiveness mostly comes in the form of protecting your happiness and joy

if he knows that somebody who’s judgmental of you or gives you anxiety is around, he’ll immediately try to distract you

he’ll make you face him; he’ll put a finger under your chin and make a silly face or crack a stupid joke, and you’ll be so entertained (or confused) by his antics that you won’t even notice the girl who hates you just walked in the room

“what are you doing? there’s people…” you breathed as heeseung held your chin, his face far too close to yours considering the fact that you were sitting with him on the set of a photo shoot where several other people were working

in reality, as soon as heeseung noticed the makeup artist who insulted you to your face, he instantly remembered how she made you cry last week and couldn’t stand the idea of having to see you hurt again

he focused all his anger towards her into love and care for you, which definitely pissed her off; not that either of you noticed anymore.

“how do you know i’m not a robot too?” you asked.

“hmmm…” heeseung pulled your face even closer to his so that your foreheads were touching.

“heeseung!” you giggled quietly, as if you were reprimanding him for the PDA that made you shy, but the hand you brought up to his neck said otherwise.

the makeup artist who insulted you had left the area by then, hating to see you look so happy and in love, and the director of the photo shoot had just called heeseung over.

“you’re too pretty to be a robot.” he declared, as if that made absolute sense, kissing your cheek before getting up to get back to the photoshoot, “coming!” leaving you blushing in your seat.

sometimes, if he can, he’ll try resolving conflicts so that you don’t have to.

even though he knows you’re better at arguing than him or more persuasive than him.

if he knows the friend who’s not agreeing with you, he’ll offer to talk to them so you don’t have to.

even if you say no he’s probably going to act so different around that friend or vaguely mention that you were trying to do the right thing to where they would know he’s on your side anyway, always.

jay;

if you asked jay if he was protective over you, he would probably say something like, “yeah, sure.”

but if you asked anyone else who knew him, it would be an ABSOLUTELY!!!

it’s second nature to jay to physically protect you.

whether that be through standing on the outside of the sidewalk so you’re not too close to the street;

or literally feeding you food from his chopsticks when he feels like you didn’t eat enough;

it’s so natural for him to be close to you and nurture you that he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing when he gets up just to move his chair at the restaurant next to yours.

“yah! she’s not gonna run away from you!” sunghoon teases him from across the table.

you laugh and jay’s just like ? “why would she run away from me?”

“you didn’t need to move your chair so much closer to hers.” sunoo laughs too.

jay just shrugs, “she was too far. right babe?” he turns to look at you, placing his hand on your thigh under the table and caressing it, like he always does.

you smile and resist the urge to kiss him. “right, baby.”

despite the fact that he should be grateful you didn’t kiss jay on the spot, sunoo cringes at how adorable and smiley you two are, right in front of his salad. “eww…”

jake;

jake is such a loyal guardian puppy boy that he’s always being protective over you in the way he hovers.

because creeps don’t even want to think about approaching you when jake is always touching or holding you somehow, hanging onto every word you say and laughing a little too hard at your half-assed jokes.

but if you’re feeling upset or sick, and jake can’t necessarily be bright and giggly, you’ll notice the intensity of his love for you and the protectiveness that follows.

even though he knows and loves the fact that you can take care of yourself, you won’t be lifting a finger as long as he can help it.

usually you’d go visit him at the dorm late at night when he’s finally free from his schedule, waiting on the couch with whoever else was there until he appeared

but if you had just been released from surgery, jake expected you to be knocked out at home and was planning on going to visit you instead.

“ahhh!!” jake practically screamed when he saw you chilling on the couch with jungwon, as if there weren’t a 8% chance you wouldn’t have survived the surgery (you tried to tell him it was a tiny number, but that didn’t stop him from freaking out). “what are you doing here?!”

“nice to see you too,” you laughed.

“oh my-“ jake rushed over and grabbed your face, kissing your forehead quickly, “god, baby, you should be lying down.” he kept kissing all over your face, overwhelmed with how incredibly relieved and concerned he felt at the same time.

“i feel fine!” you laughed, long and slow, and jake noticed something was off. “i’m still under some anesthesia sooo…” you tried to reassure him, but it only sent him into overdrive.

in no time, jake carried you off the couch, kicked his roommate out, lay you down on his bed, fed you dinner you both didn’t even realize he was capable of making, and gave you a massage until you fell asleep.

he continued squeezing and kissing your shoulders even after you were asleep, glasses on and phone in hand as he googled the best way to take care of someone who had just gone through your surgery.

because if you weren’t going to be gentle with yourself, at least he was going to be.

and god help anyone who tried to enter the room or be louder than a single decibel…

sunghoon;

sunghoon is a free-spirited person, a free-spirited friend, and a free-spirited lover. he has always been independent and loved your independence as well

which is why it was shocking to see the way a switch flipped in him whenever he sensed you were uncomfortable, or in danger

“what is it?” sunghoon asked worriedly, as he saw you frown over your phone for what felt like the 100th time that day

“it’s just… you remember what I told you about that guy from class?”

“is he bothering you?” the stern tone he asked this with alone made you feel protected

he rubbed your back soothingly as he took your phone from your hand, scrolling through hundreds of creepy messages from the classmate who had been harassing you

when his caller id appeared, sunghoon didn’t even think twice before answering, “hello.”

“did you change your voice?” the boy stupidly asked. “i know this is your number. you can’t hide.”

hearing that pissed sunghoon off so much. he couldn’t stand knowing that someone was stalking you to where you felt fear, and like you couldn’t escape them.

sunghoon would do anything to make sure you always felt safe, which was part of why he immediately got up and stepped outside to finish the phone call, not wanting you to hear the aggression in his tone.

you would never find out what sunghoon had said to him. he didn’t want you to know— that’s just how he rolled. all you knew was that whatever he had said was so powerful that you never saw the boy ever again. anywhere. he had even dropped out of school.

“please tell me if anyone ever causes you trouble, okay?” sunghoon made you promise.

jungwon;

jungwon is someone who greatly appreciates things like manners and propriety, which is why it was almost amusing to witness him throw all respect for someone out the window the moment they hurt you.

“you’re not sitting there.” jungwon said to the man who had taken a seat on the opposite side of you in the waiting room of a music show. jungwon knew he was pushing it by saying that to someone older than him, who he worked with, but he didn’t really give a shit if he knew they were scaring you.

“excuse me?” the man asked. “who are you to tell me where to sit?”

jungwon was incredibly rarely the type to do any form of PDA, but he instinctually wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his chest.

“who are you to be a creep towards every girl you work with?” he retorted without hesitation.

the man had no choice but to grumble and leave, knowing it wasn’t a good idea to piss off the leader of the group he was working with, but little did he know it was wayyy too late. jungwon decided right then and there that the man was done.

you were so afraid of the man that you were still shaking after he got up and left, and jungwon was surprised by the intensity of your reaction. it broke his heart and made him tear up a little as he held you. he had a feeling you didn’t feel comfortable telling him the full reason why the man scared you, but he never pushed you to tell him.

jungwon rubbed his hand up and down your arm, pressing a long kiss to your hair and whispering, “you’re okay, i’m here,” until you stopped shaking.

he did not hesitate to get that man fired with his leader card the second he had the chance to speak to the managers, to say the least.

sunoo;

sunoo can and will end a motherfucker for you.

he’s not afraid to speak his mind, but especially when it comes to you.

however, his first priority is to validate you and wipe that frown off your face.

you sat across him at a cafe explaining what your so-called friend had said about you with tears streaming down your face, and sunoo was nothing but gentle as he squeezed both your hands in his, thoroughly listening to every word you said

“i’m so sorry he said that to you. you’re amazing and he’s stupid.” sunoo’s praise of you and insults of your ex-friend made you laugh. “he wouldn’t know how to do your job even if he had five years of experience. he’s an idiot. and he looks like squidward.”

you giggled. “he does kind of look like squidward…”

sunoo reached up to wipe your tears away with his thumb, pausing a bit to stare at you. “ugh. he wishes he had even 2% of your beauty.” he was being sassy, but he meant it.

you laughed again, forgetting all about your ex-friend the more you hung out with sunoo

and if you let him, sunoo would lovee to say all those things to that guy’s face. but only if you let him. (please let him.)

niki;

niki can be compulsive when it comes to you

as opposed to sunoo, who wouldn’t say anything unless you let him, niki will be throwing hands as soon as he finds out something happened to you.

okay, maybe he won’t always literally fight someone, but he will not think twice about confronting your manager himself if he notices you’re being overworked, or telling your friends their offensive jokes aren’t fucking funny.

he’ll even tell his own friends that, and he won’t care if they’re older than him if they’re talking shit about you.

“hey, stop talking about her like that.” niki said, the second he heard some trainee friends having the audacity to objectify and complain about you in the same sentence. “that’s my girlfriend.”

“and? your girlfriend’s hot, but she’s a fucking bitch sometimes.”

they should NOT have said that.

if jay hadn’t entered the room moments later, it would have been a lot more difficult for him to lie to you about his knuckles being red from exercising with a punching bag.

you didn’t even know niki wasn’t friends with those guys anymore until you saw them on the street a couple months later.

you pointed at them openly, “hey, isn’t that—“

niki grabbed the hand you were pointing with. “don’t point at people, it’s rude.”

“but aren’t those your friends?”

“no.” as they got closer, niki glared at them and subconsciously squeezed your hand tighter.

for a moment, his jaw had set, he started seeing red again as he remembered what they said about you, and he genuinely thought about hurting them again until—

“ow, hey, you’re gonna crush my fingers!”

niki was so angry that he didn’t realize how hard he was squeezing your hand. he immediately turned to you and brought your hand up to his lips. “i’m sorry.”

you paused a bit, stunned by how unlike himself he was being “it’s… okay…”

niki pat your head, deciding then and there that he not only had to protect you from other people, but from himself, as well

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