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STILLING ROLLING - YANG JUNGWON

"CUT!!" ༉‧₊˚. Y.JW X READER ♥︎ “she already knows me, so the chemistry will be real.” ༄.° he couldn’t bear the thought of someone else touching him the way this role required. <𝟑 .ᐟ a/n: similar to the "i'm not a kid" fic you guys love so much ➜ so enjoy

“alright, places for scene eight,” the director called out.

cue jungwon moving into position on the small, dimly lit set perfectly designed to look like an alley glowing in golden evening light. He leaned casually against the brick wall, pulling off a look that portrayed the lovestruck character he was meant to play.

“okay,” the director said, crouching behind the monitor, “jungwon, step forward when she stops, cup her face and be slow, remember? this is the turning point of the story.” he glanced at them both. “you two ready?”

“yoi,” jungwon replied, voice was steady, but inside, his pulse thudded in his ears.

you just gave a small nod, but he caught the twitch at the corner of her mouth, the same one you always have when you were trying not to smile.

“action!” jungwon's eyes locked with yours, and for a moment, the set blurred out of focus. he lifted a hand to your cheek, thumb brushing against your skin with practiced tenderness.

her lips parted slightly and he leaned in.

the kiss was exactly what the scene called for, it was soft at first, lingering just long enough for the camera to drink in every angle. your hand rose to the front of his jacket, fingers curling into the fabric as though you didn’t want him to pull away. his chest tightened, because you weren’t acting. nor was jungwon.

he deepened the kiss, enough for you to feel the slight press of his tongue against your lower lip. you responded instantly, breath mingling with his.

and somewhere in the distance, the director called, “cut!”

but you both didn’t move. they stayed there, lips still connected, breathing into each other like the scene hadn’t ended at all. his fingers curled into the hair at the back of your neck. the crew’s silence turned into an awkward atmosphere, and that’s when a voice from behind the camera piped up, it was half amused, half exasperated. “this is why you don’t work with couples.”

that broke you two apart. jungwon pulled back, but just barely, resting his forehead against yours and letting out a low laugh that was caught somewhere between embarrassed and unrepentant.

the director just sighed, rubbing his temple. “alright, you two lovebirds, let’s… try that again. maybe stop when i say cut?”

“sorry,”

“yeah, sorry,”

the assistant who’d made the joke smirked as you both stepped back into place, muttering just loud enough for the nearest crew members to hear, “bet they’re gonna need a closed set if we keep this up.”

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[JUNGWON] Good nightt

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to anyone that went to enhypens shows within the last two days… please send me all your photos i didn’t get to go 😣

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ּ ֶָ Jungwon Moodboard ‧₊˚.

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[JUNGWON] I was really happy! We’ll come back again. Wait just a little!! I love you ❤️

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정원 : Jungwon ੈ♡

ENHYPEN 'WALK THE LINE' SUMMER EDITION IN OSAKA — DAY 1

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stop it right now

[JUNGWON] I had so much fun today🫠

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alright now what the FUCK are they putting in jungwons water.

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[JUNGWON] 🫠

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AFTER HOURS ★ MAKEOUT SESSIONS WITH THEM

𝐈𝐕────𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗄 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎

❪ 𝗙𝗟𝗘𝗨𝗥𝗦 ❫ 、 boyfriend!enhypen x fem!rea 13OOwc. ✶ fluff established relationship 𝘄 ｡ kissing, mention of drinking, petnames ｡｡ 书

다니 ⦂ since this is the most highly voted one, here it is 💌

LEE HEESEUNG

you remember it vividly—your back pressed to the hallway wall, tipsy giggles caught in your throat as heeseung's hands slid around your waist like he couldn’t stand the idea of not holding you. and the way he was looking at you—like he’d been dying to do this all night. “what?” you whispered, already breathless. “nothing,” he said, eyes dipping to your lips, “just can’t stop staring at my pretty girl.” the way his mouth brushed yours so slowly at first, like he was savoring it, then more desperate. his lips tasted faintly like champagne and birthday cake. “you always taste so sweet,” he murmured against your lips, slightly tipsy, his smile lazy, flushed, pretty. your hands tangled in his hair, it made you forget everything else. that is, until the hallway light flicked on and someone gasped, making you both caught off-guard. he pulled away with a soft laugh, shielding you slightly. “worth it.”

PARK JAY

you were barely breathing when he zipped up your dress, his fingers slow and careful, like you were made of glass. "perfect," jay murmured, fixing your necklace in the mirror. then he spun you around gently by the waist, and for a second, he just stared. his eyes roamed, lingering like he couldn’t believe you were his. “god, baby,” he whispers, before you can tease him, he leans in. he kisses you, hand cradling the back of your neck, the other firm on your waist. slow, with a soft sigh against your lips like he’s trying to memorize you. you melt. he hums into your mouth like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted. his cologne, your gloss, the soft rustle of fabric. no one makes it to the party.

SIM JAKE

"smart girl," jake grins. his lips press a quick kiss to your cheek, feather-light. then another—lingering this time. you glance at him, flushed, but before you can tease, he kisses you again—closer to the corner of your mouth this time. “jake—” you warn, but then he’s already brushing his lips against yours. you melt into it before you even realize, he's pulling you into his lap like it's the most natural thing. his hand rests at your back and your waist, keeping you close, and your fingers thread into his hair like muscle memory. just one more,” he whispers, but it’s never just one—his lips find yours again. the textbook stays open on the coffee table, but neither of you look at it again. “maybe a break,” he mumbles. 

PARK SUNGHOON

you were turned toward the window, and eyes narrowed, fuming over something stupid—he forgot to hold the door or said the wrong thing, you honestly forgot now, but your pride wouldn’t let it go. sunghoon had been quiet too, his hand occasionally twitching on the gear shift like he wanted to reach for you. then the car stopped at a red light, and you felt his gaze burn into your profile before he reached over, fingers gentle under your chin as he tilted your face toward him. “are we really doing this, baby?” he mumbled, low like he wasn’t mad, just tired of pretending he could go a second longer without you. you barely manage a scoff before he leans in, mouth brushing yours. you melt into it despite yourself, his thumb stroking your jaw, your hands finding his hoodie. it deepened—your breaths mingling as he kissed you like he missed you even though you were right there. your anger crumbles between kisses until a loud honk snaps you both back, lips swollen, breathing a little uneven. sunghoon grins, “guess that means you’re not mad anymore?”

KIM SUNOO

you barely sat down beside him before he was eyeing your lips, glossy and tinted just right—new lip tint, the one you warned him about with a playful, “don’t smudge it, seriously.” sunoo just nodded, feigning innocence, but the way his fingers were already curling behind your neck gave him away. “just one kiss, baby.” but it wasn’t one. his lips found yours immediately, warm and needy, kissing you like he’d been waiting all day. soft at first, teasing, then deeper—his hand on your waist, the other cradling your cheek, tilting your head just right. when you finally pulled back, dazed and lips tingling, he was grinning—gloss smeared across his own mouth like a trophy. “the tint looked better on me anyways, baby."

YANG JUNGWON

the second the elevator doors slid shut, jungwon was on you—no hesitation, just hours of pent-up glances crashing into urgency as he pressed you into the mirrored wall with a hand firm on your waist. “finally,” he whispered against your neck, lips brushing heat into your skin before finding yours. the kiss was hot and breathless, all lips and sighs and the soft drag of his mouth against yours like he missed you, like he couldn’t wait a second longer. you melted into him, knees going weak when he tilted his head just right, kissing you deeper, like you were something he hadn’t tasted in forever. your fingers fisted in his jacket, chasing his mouth with every press of his lips, every soft hum between kisses. when the elevator dinged, you were flushed, dazed, lips swollen, and he just chuckled, brushing your hair back. “you okay, baby?” he teased. down so bad.

NISHIMURA RIKI

you’ve barely shut the door when his suitcase hits the floor with a thud and and he’s already got a hand tangled in your hair, the other pulling you flush to him like he’s scared you’ll disappear again. his lips crash against yours with this desperate urgency, like he’s trying to make up for every second he was gone. your back hits the wall, your shoes still on, bag hanging from your shoulder. your hands are on his jaw, then his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. and you gasp into his mouth—he’s breathing hard, kissing you like you’re oxygen. "damn riki, i never seen you miss me so much—" you try to tease. he just mutters, “shut the fuck up. let me kiss you,” against your mouth before pulling you in again. 

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oh he wants me dead; I get it

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JUST KISS ME ， 𝗉𝗌𝗁

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐕 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌

𝟏𝐎𝟓𝟕𝒾──── superman!sunghoon 𝗑 f!rea ✿ fluff 𓂋 kissing skinship ❞ 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 ｡

reblog for ！ ✶ 𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦 ◜ ᴗ ◝

not everyone can say that they got superman — the strongest, most admired, most famous hero in the world — wrapped around their finger.

yet, sunghoon is there, in your apartment. with a huge, cheek–hurting smile plastered on his face and his white button up. all giddy as you enter the kitchen to ask what he is making for dinner, claiming how much he knows you like breakfast for dinner.

“no,” you retort, emphasizing on the two letters word with a grin that shakes sunghoon’s world. to be honest, he forgot about dinner the moment you walked in. “i like breakfast, you like breakfast for dinner.”

sunghoon doesn’t dare to reply. instead, he decided to step toward you, until he is close enough to make you tilt your head completely to look at him.

he likes this view from above. you wide eyes staring at his own, your face close enough for a peck as he leans in and your lips presenting themselves to him.

yeah, he dives in without hesitating.

seriously, the whole concept of super–strength doesn’t exist when you kiss him back. your palm finding his neck makes a little weak in the knees — but he still got strength to pick you up without any efforts.

he makes you sit on the kitchen counter so he can stand between your legs, your knees pressing against his hips as his tongue explores your mouth, right where he belongs.

sunghoon has been thinking about it all day. the moment where he could have your fingers running through his hair, your lips smashed against his.

it’s you. it’s always you. when he is not fighting villains or writing articles, it’s your hands on him that are his main thoughts.

and even when he has it, you cupping his face and letting his tongue get a taste of yours, he wants more. he hugs your waist and presses you closer against his body. your lips are full, perfectly shaped, gliding over his own with a tenderness that makes his heart race.

there is the specific, continuous movement of your hand that makes sunghoon go a little insane. your palm slides from his hair to his neck, caressing his silky smooth hair. then, for a split second there is nothing before you are back to top of his head.

it’s like a pat, a silent praise, a way of telling him to keep going. sunghoon likes it. so much it makes him smile against your lips, until your teeth are smashing together, both of you giggling.

when he is happy like that, it reminds him of all the moments you spent together. like today, back at work.

“what?” you laugh quietly against his mouth.

sunghoon’s smile is bright enough to light up the whole city, “that was very funny today,” you pat his hair again, he feels his stomach turn with pure

love. “it’s hilarious the little back and forth we had going.”

sunghoon kisses you again, barely able to talk with the sight of your lips so near.

“you giving me guff for my article,” he can’t help it. he kisses you one more time before finishing what he had to say. “jay was eating it up.”

it’s your turn to talk. sunghoon tries to hold it in — he can lift cars, yet is unable to control his impulses.

he plants a lingering kiss on your neck, barely hearing your words, “i wasn’t acting, sunghoon.” you have to push him off your neck to get him to listen.

his eyes follow your mouth’s movements attentively, as he does when he uses his x–ray vision.

even the gentle scolding you give him makes him want to kiss you, “if you keep interviewing yourself, people are going to find out eventually.”

“put the glasses,” he answers stupidly.

“they won’t fool people forever,” you tell him.

he hums. but really, sunghoon doesn’t care about people finding out that he is superman. seeing how worried you get about others finding out his secrets makes him feel some kind of way. he just wants to kiss you.

sunghoon is superman, yes, he is very lucky to be so. however, when he is with you, he is just sunghoon. enamored and vulnerable sunghoon who loves to kiss the love of his life.

you kiss him back, but don’t stop talking, though.

“and,” kiss, he misses the warmth of your lips everytime he pulls away. “ethically,” kiss, they feel too good on his own.

“these interviews are hugely problematic,” sunghoon can’t stop thinking about how hot you are when you talk about ethics. “i mean, you literally know the questions in advance.”

a beat. a few seconds where superman does nothing but stare at your lips. all the words you just spoke were heard — spoken with a voice too gentle to not make him crave another little smooch.

“okay,” sunghoon slurs. drunk, perhaps, in love. “why don’t you interview me, then?”

he knows his proposal is stupid. it’s a way to end the conversation, allowing him to dive in and kiss you again. that is exactly what he does.

you give up for a bit. melting into the tenderness of his kiss, holding onto his broad shoulders as your lips fall open — inviting.

you can’t help but add a little something, though. “sure, you wouldn’t like that.”

sunghoon only hums, smirks against your lips, embracing your waist even more than before. he kisses you even harder, ensuring himself you won’t start talking again any time soon.

not because he doesn’t like to hear you talk, rather because he’d rather have your mouth do something else right now.

he kisses you so hard. your grip tightens a little in his hair and a soft little noise slips from his mouth. sunghoon kisses you desperately that his entire wide body curves in yours.

he holds you close as his tongue explores your mouth. there is a sense of completeness when your lips meet, as if sunghoon is solving a puzzle that was missing a piece all along.

he is so into it, his thick eyebrows furrow, his large hand grabs your neck tenderly, tilts his head to the side to kiss you better.

he is slightly amazed when you find a way to get away from his lips a tad and speak again, “what about breakfast?”

“i’ll make one in the morning.”

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sunghoon + back scratches that’s all 🙂‍↕️

- arlo

i <3 arlo's brain

✧ tw. fluff, back scratches, kisses, slight suggestiveness

sunghoon's on his stomach, arms tucked under the pillow, shirtless as you straddle his hips, nails dragging lazily across his back.

his muscles twitch slightly when you scratch, making him hum in return.

"mm, that feels nice," he mumbles into the pillow.

you lean down, pressing a kiss to his neck. "you've been working out, huh?" you say, fingertips grazing his defined back muscles as you switch up your scratching motions and placement.

"mhm, you like it?" he huffs a quiet laugh, flexing his muscles under your touch for a second before relaxing again.

"i do," you say, lips pressing a few more wet, soft kisses to his neck and shoulder blades.

"oh—yeah, right there—" he groans lightly when your nails drag across an itchy spot. "hey, why'd you stop kissing."

you giggle, fingertips still scratching at his back while you plant pecks on his warm skin. "like that?" you say, lips brushing against him as you keep scraping at that same spot that has breaths and whimpers spilling out like crazy.

"mhmm," he mumbles, eyes fluttering shut as your touch nearly puts him to sleep.

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i didn’t know i needed jake singing watermelon sugar high but BOY am i glad it happened

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GOLDEN BOY

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝟎𝟔 ⭐ the class president would bruise his knuckles for you

양정원& fem!reader wc: 576 cw: minor violence, emotional distress

REBLOG4AKISS

MANA: happy belated birthday sru @bywons ^^

Everyone knew Yang Jungwon.

Top of the class, polished speeches. Every mother in town wanted their son to be like him. The golden boy, class president - the one everyone admired from afar.

So why was there a commotion about Yang Jungwon throwing punches in the school hallway?

The hallway was crowded the second you arrived, the sounds of grunts and gasps filling the atmosphere.

You pushed your way through the crowd, every part of you hoping that it wasn't true, that it wasn't him.

But when you finally broke through, there he was: Jungwon, wiping blood from his lip, while the other guy was being dragged away by his friends.

You were livid.

Actually shaking.

''Are you insane!?'' you snapped, storming toward him. His knuckles were raw, and he wouldn’t even look at you.

''Not now,'' he muttered, jaw tight, voice rough.

You didn't care.

You grabbed his wrist—gently, but firmly—you pulled him away from the crowd without another word. He didn't resist, just followed with his eyes on the floor.

The hallway buzzed behind you, but you were focused on getting him to the nurse's office, heart pounding with a mix of concern and anger.

''Do you even realize how stupid that was?'' you hissed under your breath as you turned a corner. ''Fighting? In the hallway? What were you thinking?''

''I told you,'' he muttered, voice low, ''not now.''

You shot him a glare. ''Not now, my ass.''

He flinched—just barely, but said nothing.

By the time you both reached the nurse's office, it was empty. You pulled him inside, made him sit on the cot, and started going through the first-aid kit like you were about to perform surgery.

''Sit still,'' you snapped, even if he hadn't even moved.

You knelt in front of him, dabbing antiseptic onto a cotton pad. He winced when you pressed it to his lip, and for the first time he looked at you—really looked.

There was something behind his eyes.

Something you couldn't read.

''You're lucky they didn't call your parents,'' you muttered, trying to keep your touch gentle. ''Or suspend you.''

''I don't care,'' he said, voice barely above a whisper.

You stopped.

For just a second, all the frustration turned into something else—something heavier.

''That's not like you,'' you said, softer now. ''You do care—you always do. So what now?''

He didn't answer right away, just looked down.

''I couldn't just stand there,'' he said finally. ''Not when he was running his dirty mouth about you.''

You blinked. ''What?''

He wouldn't look at you now, his jaw visibly clenched.

You stared at him, all the previous anger caught in your throat.

''Jungwon..'' you said, your voice soft.

''I didn't plan to,'' he said quietly. ''I wasn't trying to be reckless or give you a bad image of me.''

Your breath got caught.

Cause this wasn't the polished Jungwon everyone knew.

It was someone who cared.

Cared about you.

You reached out, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead, letting your fingers linger for just a second too long.

''You're such an idiot,'' you whispered, eyes watering, but there was no venom in your voice now—just the ache of affection you’d been swallowing for far too long.

A soft, crooked smile tugged at his lips.

''Yeah,'' he murmured. ''But I’d do it again.''

Everyone knew Yang Jungwon.

But only you really knew him.

And that was something no one else could ever touch.

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i don’t think you understand the absolute need i have for slow kisses with jungwon. the ones where you’re sitting in his lap, not in a sexual way, but in a romantic, intimate way where you can’t get any closer because your limbs are already tangled with one anothers. he’ll tuck your hair behind your ear as his lips trace your jaw, making some teasing remark about the way you go shy when he knows you want more.

“i know you wanna keep going love, don’t look away from me now.”

his hands trace the curve of your spine with care, like he’s protecting you in this moment and remembering the way your body melts into his and his only. he tries to stay cool, tries not to hitch his breath at the way your nose nudges his when you want his lips on yours again. or the faint whine that spews from you when he pulls just an inch away. within seconds his lips are back on yours, sighing into the comfort you bring him. because at the end of the day he’s only a man, one who can’t resist you.