hoonsangel

[hoonsangel]

SAUR CUTIE

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[hoonsangel]

RED:CARD- 11:55 PM

wc: 2.0k

warnings: mental health, crying

Being left on read by Jay was expected, but finding Riki coddled up in the blankets of your bed was not. Yet there he was sound asleep in the solace you had been looking forward to after a sudden day out. It shouldn’t have surprised you, you both always shared everything even if you didn’t need to.

When you met you quickly learned Riki’s affection choice was quality time and gift giving. It's more that he wouldn’t let you forget, he would constantly give you small gifts in exchange for giving him information about the school or even just talking to him outside the f4 club room. You thought it was sweet the first couple of times until it happened so often that you became so concerned that you finally asked why he kept bringing seemingly random gifts.

“I don’t know, I just want to.” He told you as if it was the most obvious thing in the world

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, you assured him that he didn’t have to. All he did was shrug his shoulders, and walk away leaving you to watch his taller frame go. The conversation obviously did nothing as he continued on with his giving ways but it was something you learned to accept. As well as his constant want to be around his friends. Even if it was to sit in silence he’d rather it be with another person.

Wonyoung had dropped you off later than expected though you were jet lagged you didn’t feel it. in fact the time seemed to pass in a blur. Wony doing her best to make you forget your so-called best friend avoiding you like his life depended on it. She tried her best but the memory still lingered in your mind and disappointment would flash over your features, the overbearing thoughts being swept to the side by her stories and laughter at the rookie mistakes she had made while designing with her mentor. Catching up with each other had gone into the night letting you free from the events of the morning.

You enter the doors of the hotel trudging your tired body to the front desk. You pick up your room key from the way-to-cheerful-for-nearly-12-in-the-morning receptionist and head straight for the elevators. With your luggage dragging behind you, passing a few lingering guests each in their own bubble. Maybe they were like you, having too much on their mind to rest or simply wanted to get the full use of the amenities they paid so much for. Before you could ponder any longer a ding sounds from the elevator signaling its arrival. You’re met with the sight of Giselle…‘oh right she came’ you thought to yourself. A friendly tight-lipped smile is naturally placed on your face when you two make eye contact. “Y/N? ” she asks with a slight irk in her voice or at least that’s what it sounds like to you.

Truthfully you have nothing against her, She just always seemed to have a dislike for you since you transferred.

How you met was unconventional in a way. In your first week at Decelis Academy you had met her outside the boys’ “club room”—taking pictures with the door. You patiently waited for her to finish when she dropped her pose to stare at you. The sudden intense atmosphere and less than impressed expression plastered on her face showed she may have been annoyed by the impromptu audience “Did you need something?” the attitude evident in her tone “This is F4’s club room right?” The question was rhetorical it was obvious it was from the numerous confessions lining the corridor that led to the room. “Yes-” “Great, Jay made his directions confusing as hell. Should’ve asked Hee” you mumble stepping past Giselle to enter the club room.

Reaching for the handle you were instead met with Giselle’s uniform. Looking up to meet the eyes of the sudden intrusion “Um, did you need something-” you begin to ask “What makes you think you can just walk in there.” her lip quirked up in disgust. “I didn’t know I’d have to pass through security to see my friends,” you said. Letting out an awkward laugh in an effort to ease the tension. “ Friends? Aren’t you the new transfer? There’s no way you’re “friends” with the f4. making quotations in the air whenever she said the word friends. Honestly, it irked you a little bit but you let her continue on her rant. “They only talk to each other.” She stated matter of factly “Mmm and how exactly do you know that” quirking an eyebrow at her conclusive statement “i know everything about the f4” she declares proudly. “Not everything, clearly” a low voice sounded down the corridor.

Whipping your head toward the voice, you focus your eyes on the new addition to the conversation. “JAY!” you squeal as you jog into his awaiting arms, wrapping you in one of his bone-crushing hugs you hadn’t felt in so long. You finally separate, his arms still holding onto your waist—yours hung around his neck. His signature smirk settled on his face you could spot it no matter where you were “I knew you missed me.” his cockiness took over the sweet moment earning him a push to his chest and hearty laughter from the boy.

“You just had to ruin it” you respond, restraining the eye roll you want to do involuntarily.

“You’re the one who wanted to keep lying about it.” throwing his arm over your shoulder, you grab his hand automatically wrapping the other around his waist. He tugs you in bringing you closer to him as you walk back down the hall

“I would never give you that satisfaction.” You chip in glancing up at him with a scowl on your lips. His unoccupied hand takes your chin in it “Aww don’t get mad at me now princess” You push the pesky hand away.

“YOU’RE DOING IT AGAIN”

“Doing what?” his eyebrows scrunch together and his lips come together in a pout, putting on an innocent façade. His favorite face to pull whenever you'd both get in trouble as kids.

“Calling me weird names!” you exclaim turning away from the piercing eye contact you had somehow accidentally started

“Princess?”

“What? Does it make you flustered? Hmm, princess?” he questions while his head bobs around trying to continue your impromptu staring contest

“Be serious Jongseong”

“Ooh, my government name I must be right then” a smug smile taking the place of his façade.

Before you know it you’re in front of a bewildered Giselle her arms crossed tightly over her chest avoiding eye contact with you both. ‘she might be embarrassed. It’s not like she knew…’ Jay doesn’t spare the girl a glance simply walking past her to the club room door. Giving her a reassuring smile to verify you wouldn’t take any of this to heart she reciprocates a half smile then with quick steps makes her escape. You didn’t realize you had been watching her departing figure until Jay taps you on your shoulder and ushers you inside the room.

That leads you to the awkward situation here today. You haven’t spoken to the girl much in the past 3 years you’ve gone to the school together even if you were in the same room. It was as if it was some unspoken rule. “Giselle! Riki told me you and Jay had planned this getaway” hope I didn’t intrude or anything. Niki invited me so I thought he got the clear from everyone…” you ramble on until Giselle cuts you off “No it’s honestly fine, Jay and Riki seemed a little tense in the car I guess I know why now” she remarks with a chuckle at the end. You shift uncomfortably at the information. She seems to notice as she quickly blurts out “Oh I’m not saying it's your fault of course. You know how guys can get they probably just had a petty disagreement” you would have believed her front if the slight twinge of excitement in her voice didn’t come through as she said it. You flinch at the unexpected tone. Rolling her shoulders back with a slight shrug “I guess Jay will tell me later, he always does” she mutters but loud enough for you to hear. A couple of months ago you would have scoffed at her words. But now you’re not even sure if you could.

The elevator doors had officially closed out your quickest escape plan. Your eyes start to wander around not exactly sure what to say to her any longer. Not really wanting to talk about your business with someone who is technically a stranger. The vibration of Giselle’s phone catches your attention, you let out a sigh of relief at the opening to take your leave. She reaches into the pockets of her cardigan, her eyes quickly scanning the screen

“Oh it’s Jay I’m gonna take this, don’t get lost Y/N the hotel is pretty big.” She points out as she walks toward the doors of the hotel to answer Jay’s call. You send her a slight wave and a tight-lipped smile in thanks for the information you never asked for— once again. She seems to have a habit of that. Telling people things they didn’t ask about.

Closing your eyes you take another deep breath in, and busy yourself with the elevator buttons before overthinking can get the best of you. You step inside, the black marble and gold accented designs make the short trip bearable giving you something else to focus on for a while. Before you know it you’re at your suite door. You fish around in your pocket for the keycard, quickly unlocking it to hopefully crash as soon as possible.

You look around the suite as the grand entrance welcomes you, leading to an open area housing the kitchen and living room, everything adorned in that same color scheme of the elevator, black and gold. Though it was dark and modern it still felt homey in its own way. It seemed like Riki didn’t put your room number to use as the hotel still looked like the pristine condition you expected it in before Riki asked. Dragging your suitcase behind you, you enter the bedroom and soon figure out why he asked for it. The room was decorated with balloons and streamers all over, a giant happy birthday sign hung from the ceiling. You chuckle to yourself thinking about his struggle of getting the sign up there. Yes, he was tall but the ceiling in here was too tall even for him.

He must have fallen asleep while waiting for you. The sound of ruffling sheets makes you turn around. You meet Riki’s droopy eyes still adjusting to the lighting of the room. “Shit Y/N, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” Rubbing his face in his hands to wake himself up “Riki it’s really fine,” You say getting up from your seat on the bed “What time is it?” a stressed look overtakes his face and you can’t help but laugh lightly at the way he looks right now. Reminds you of a kid late for school with his hair splayed in different ways and evident drowsiness. “It’s 11:55” “Ok good close your eyes”

“I'm too young to die Riki.” That makes him quirk a smile. You didn’t know you missed it so much “ok ok hurry up,” he says, closing your eyes you wait patiently even when you hear suspicious noises. You finally open your eyes when you hear the tune of the happy birthday song come out in your friend’s voice. Cracking a smile you’re not sure you could put away if you tried. You quickly blow out the candles “Woah, woah, woah, why are you crying?” his hands are swiping away the fallen tears before he knows it. He chases your own wandering eyes with his,

“I’m sorry and thank you, Riki. Thank you so much.”

“Hey don't get all sentimental on me now” he says lightheartedly.

“You might hate me later if i guessed the wrong flavor for this cake”

“Never. Unless it's banana.”

☆author note: heyyyy yalllll...update!

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pairing: f4!jay x rich!reader x rich!riki

synopsis: Returning to school after a “well-deserved” trip, you find a red card waiting for you in your locker setting your entire school against you. All from the one person you thought would always be on your side. Now stuck between two of your closest friends one who suddenly wants nothing to do with you and one who wants to be next to you through it all.

Taglist🔖(open): @sunovrse @prdxinvade

[hoonsangel]

yea if you support lucas go ahead and block me you’re weird as shit good riddance

[hoonsangel]

paring: yang jungwon x reader

genre: angst (look…. im sorry.)

wc: 1.02k

a/n: i have no excuses its been a year since i updated this account and i swear haven’t abandoned red card i just lost inspo but it will be coming back soon :(

Convenience. That's all this was. Just convenient.

At least that's what you both called it. He was always there and so were you. Catching the others stare across a room, an intentional touch of the hand, a swift text, was all it took for your agreement to activate. To be there, whether that’s as a listening ear or a fix you would come running. You always told yourself you could quit if you wanted to. You didn’t need him and he didn’t need you. That was the deal, if either of you felt like this was no longer a deal of convenience, it ended. You were sure it would never be you. The life of an idol was too busy you had schedules, tours, and practice. How could it work? You’re sure he felt the same way, maybe even 10x more. He was the leader of his group risking everything for convenience would be stupid. you couldn't blame him. Passing him in the company halls was torturous enough with the longing glances. Your members had started to notice you looked far off at practice when you were usually the most focused, a perfectionist. They would talk to you and tried to gauge your mind but it was futile when all you responded with were “ I'm fine” “It's nothing” and “I'm just tired”. You tried to tell yourself again it wasn’t the fact you hadn’t seen him in weeks. That you missed his smile, the way he held your hand, the look in his eyes as if you were the only two in the world. It wasn’t that, you were sure, so you kept practicing putting that feeling into the choreography. This comeback was important, your group still had to prove themselves to the company. You didn’t have time to get caught up on a boy.

Your group members left reluctantly pushing you to go home with them and get rest but you refused. You reassured them you’d practice for another hour and head home. That was the plan. Seeing a familiar face wasn’t, you heard his group leave a little after your own. You were sure he went with them. There was no reason for him to stay. And just like before you fell into his embrace. You were stronger than this, there was no way you were submitting this easily. You pushed his arms down taking the chance to finally see the face you had wondered about -- daydreamed about. He looked different. You weren’t sure how or what but one thing was the same. The look in his eyes was the same; it made you feel as if it was only the two of you in the room. The one that made you realize this was no longer convenient for you. It was burdensome. The thought of not only bringing down your own group but his as well because you couldn’t handle this just being a passing moment in your life.

You had the words, you thought about exactly what you’d say to end this doomed affair. But as you stared into his eyes nothing but tears filled your own. Sinking down to the practice room floors you let your tears flow freely. Everything you had held back came rushing forward. You feel the soft palms of his hands touch your face. He wipes away the heated tears staining your cheeks. You keep your head down knowing if you lift your head you’d break even more. “We can’t keep doing this” you finally push out

“What? Y/N look at me.” shaking your head you continue “No, Jungwon I broke the rule…I broke it so long ago.” “Y/N-” You could hear the pity in his voice and it hurt, it hurt so badly you wanted to rewind time and take your words back. Oh how you wish you never said anything but you know this was the best outcome for the both of you. “I’m sorry, I know I promised. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. You were crying harder than before. You thought about all of your secret rendezvous, never daring to go further than a long embrace. If you think about it seems you both were always too afraid to blur the line anymore than you already had. The silence was long, suffocating. Your tears dried up leaving you with a dry throat. You're not sure how much time passed, you weren’t even sure if Jungwon was still there. Refusing to possibly make contact with him if he was. You were sure you’d sit there in the stuffy practice room forever if it meant you wouldn’t have to face him. He broke the stiff silence “How long?” his voice as soothing a you remember it “What” you croak out still hoarse from crying for who knows how long

“How long ago did “this” stop being an agreement for you”

“Wonie- Jungwon-”

“Please Y/N just tell me”

“I'm not sure…since the beginning? Near the end? I'm not sure. Why can’t you just let me go?”

“I don't want to let you go. Why should I.” His voice is still as stable as ever “can’t i be selfish for once?”

You looked at him for the first time since the start of the conversation “What aren’t you getting? Jungwon, feelings are involved somewhere they never should have been. It’s not worth it.” You blurted. You tried to ignore the hurt in his eyes. Jungwon always held all his emotions in his eyes. It was easy to tell when he was happy, angry, sad, and concerned. You loved it but right now you wished you couldn’t see how your words affected him. Maybe it would give you more backbone.

Regret instantly filled your body as you watched him stand to his full height and leave the room. He said nothing. The sting of your words hit you. It was really over. You’re not sure how long you stayed there that night or how you went home. It was a blur. How you wish the memories of his hurt face would be too. But it sat there every time you closed your eyes. You were reminded of how you caused his pain.

[hoonsangel]

200+ notes is crazy thank you for liking this amateur ass work 😭😭

“Home”- Choi Jiung

paring: idol!jiung x gn reader

genre: fluff,fluff, and comfort (so fluff.)

wc:1.01k

a/n: this is honestly self-indulgent I wrote this so long ago when he did his unboxing live and wrote it all in one-night 🫣 but I'm just now getting around to editing and revising it I hope you like it and think I did my man justice🫂

You’re not sure when you fell asleep nor the reason

maybe it was from the lulling sound of his fingers tapping away at his keyboard or the low hum of the song he was working so diligently on. Your brain may not have figured it out but your body was perfectly in tune with the reason. It was the comfort he gave you simply from his presence. The safety you never thought you’d feel from a person. Yet here, someone who represented that sat in your line of sight. Even in your sleepy daze, your eyes find him. A small smile on your face at the sight of him reassuring your body that your home was nearby and allowing you to drift back to sleep.

Jiung was lost in his song, leaned back in his desk chair, eyes closed, trying to figure out what was missing from his passionate side project. Going over the lyrics in his head before a tsk is released from his mouth. His head dropped in his hands as he took a spin around in his chair from the sheer power he put into his act of frustration. Looking up he’s met with the view of your sleeping figure, quiet snores slipping from your lips. His heart picks up for another reason.

Making his way over to you he starts to examine your facial features he believes he never got to see enough. Something he blames on his idol life. If it was up to him he knows he would never stop admiring you. Memorizing you so well inside and out, he could describe every beauty mark and crevice in detail. He didn’t notice but his hand had started naturally gravitating towards yours and had already made itself comfortable. Looking down at your intertwined fingers mentally saving this memory of you one he’d come back to when he couldn’t see you in person or missed you too much to put into words.

You and Jiung had never clarified what you are. You were comfortable with the intimate touches and the more than friend-like things you said to each other. You both thought just being there for each other was the right fit. So nothing was out of the ordinary when he proceeded to place a tender kiss on your forehead effectively waking you out of your partial slumber and you clasping your arms around his neck drawing him closer to you. His arms instinctively draping around your figure your face buried in his neck you mutter “I'm sorry” he slightly pulls away to see your face “for what” almost in a whisper “for falling asleep, I just wanted to see you so bad I didn’t sleep so well these past few days” you say with a yawn.

Jiung can’t help but find your stretched face adorable taking this chance to bury his face in the crevice of your neck pressing soft kisses to the skin. He sighs, the hot air brushing against the previously adorned skin “No, I'm sorry I made you lose sleep.” Grasping his face in your hands you’re finally able to see him clearly after the sleep in your system somewhat started to subside. Coming face to face with an equally as tired boy the stress of his schedule weighing heavily on his expression “It seems like we both lost sleep” the playful tone sitting on the end of your words. A deep chuckle is heard from him and a genuine smile, something you haven’t seen in what feels like forever as he snuggles into your hands, kissing the wrist.

“You have no idea” the smile still playing on his lips “Come” is all you say as you stand from the small couch in his studio. You pushed the blanket he had placed on you sometime during your nap earlier while saving him from the squatting position he had been in this whole time. Your intertwined hands are being used to your advantage, his side project seemingly forgotten as you drag him to the living room couch of his dorm making you both sit. His eyes trailed behind you as he allowed you to do whatever plan you had suddenly thought of. The lovestruck expression on Jiung's face during this interaction was hard to mistake it was obvious to anyone who saw him, he couldn’t hide it if he wanted to.

Yet you didn’t notice, you were too busy settling the blanket between the two of you, making it as even as possible. Your hands had been released sometime during the shuffling but they found their way back as they always do but this time it’s accompanied by his hand guiding your chin to press a slow but short kiss to your lips the type that leaves your lips parted and a slight heave in your chest. A squeeze on your hand brings you back down and your gaze is directed at him who seems unfazed by the unsaid words that were present in the kiss his eyes trained on the TV in front “look forward this is important for later” referring to the movie he had put on in your mental outing.

As the movie progressed you switched to partially sitting in his lap. Your legs are thrown over his. your head finding solace neck as he makes soft circles on your back. He knows when he hears the same soft snores he heard earlier in the night you had drifted off. Shifting you to his bedroom should’ve been easy yet how was he supposed to follow his original plan when you say “let’s just stay here…please” His body makes another decision for him that night. Laying his body next to yours, Your limbs start to fall into place, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. Your back pressed to his chest, heartbeats synchronizing with each other as his brain becomes hyperaware of the rise and fall of your body remembering your breathing to be his best lullaby successfully letting him have the precious sleep he had been missing in your absence.

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[hoonsangel]

Enhypen 02z reacting to you asking them: Would you still love me if I was a worm?

warnings: none really I think

genre: fluff, humor (?), hcs (IDK MANE)

parings: 02z x gn!reader

Jay ♡ 박종성

A flat-out no

“Jay…I have a question”

“Is it an actual question or one of your hypothetical questions”

“Ok my hypothetical questions are still valid”

“Yes valid, but ridiculous.”

“Just answer the question. Would you—and I mean I have to be—a worm. Would you still love me?”

“No” Jay doesn’t even look up from his computer when he says it.

“You didn’t even think about it!”

“I didn’t have to.” he deadpans

“Jay!”

“Think about it logically if you were a worm you most likely wouldn’t have the ability to reciprocate feelings it would just be painful for me”

“So you’re not even gonna try?” You respond

“Self-preservation my love.” He retorts pressing a kiss to your cheek before he leaves the living room letting you process what you were just told.

Jake ♡ 심재윤

Textbook boyfriend answer

“Jake!” You callout

He answers back with a grunt seemingly coming from his room.

You make your way through the dorm to his and Jay’s shared room. There you see your boyfriend playing league drowned in enemies. Heeseung must have finally convinced him.

“Jake” you voiced out again in an attempt to alert him of your presence

It jolts him out of his game-induced frustration once he recognizes your voice.

“Oh babe, when did you get here?” His eyes still focused on the screen in front of him

“Just a while ago, finish your game I’ll wait.”

“Ok, give me like 5 mins we’re about to lose anyway. I told Heeseung Hyung I wouldn’t be much help” he explains.

You scrolled on TikTok while waiting for him to finish when you see a trend of girlfriends asking their boyfriends stupid questions just to get a reaction out of them. You knew jake would probably give you some scientific lesson about how worms and humans could never love each other but you thought you’d try anyway. So when Jake crawled next to you in his bed, sprawling his body across yours, laying his head on your chest, his eyes closed. You took it as an opportunity.

Poking him on his cheek till he finally looked up at you, you ask “If I was a worm would you still love me?”. It seemed like hours passed as the boy just looks at you with a blank stare. As if he was purely confused about what you just asked. A couple more seconds and you were gonna run out of there. Jake seems to come back to his senses because just as you were gonna call it all off he mutters “Yea, I would”. With no further explanation, he lies his head back on your chest, cuddling into your side, and drifts off to sleep. You look at your boyfriend, mouth agape at his simple conclusion. You concluded doing TikTok trends was not for the weak.

Sunghoon ♡ 박성훈

Would debate with you

“You just said if I was a worm you would step on me!”

“Cause worms are disgusting!”

“Ok but it’s me??!”

“I wouldn’t know that though!”

“Still!”

“If I saw you as a worm you’d probably been on the sidewalk so you’re either dried out or stepped on already!

“Hoon, worms live in the dirt!”

“I’m not watching out for worms in the dirt, they should’ve dug deeper!”

“I’m dating a worm murder.”

“So if I was worm you would date me?” he asks.

“No, ew why would I do that?” You remarked

“See you wouldn’t either!”

“Ok, but I didn’t say I would murder you!”

“It’s more self-defense.”

“Against a worm?”

“I don’t know you could have diseases.”

“Diseases? Now I'm a diseased worm!”

“Maybe!”

that argument went on for an hour just for you both to come to the decision you’d just be diseased worms together if it came down to it.

☆a/n: this is such an old trend but I started thinking about it then I wrote it and here we are ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡. I kinda liked making these (headcannons) might do em more often,,,

[hoonsangel]

𝒦𝑒𝓎: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟: 𝐟… 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭/𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐬… 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭: 𝐚… 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫: 𝐡… 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐬: ☾... 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐮: 💭… 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭: ✧… 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: ❀…

𝒀𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒉𝒐

…

𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝑻𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒈

…

𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝑱𝒊𝒖𝒏𝒈

“Home”: f, ☾,✧

𝑯𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒌

…

𝑯𝒂𝒌𝒖 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒂

…

𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒃

…

[hoonsangel]

“Home”- Choi Jiung

paring: idol!jiung x gn reader

genre: fluff, fluff, and comfort (so fluff.)

wc:1.01k

a/n: this is honestly self-indulgent I wrote this so long ago when he did his unboxing live and wrote it all in one-night 🫣 but I'm just now getting around to editing and revising it I hope you like it and think I did my man justice🫂

You’re not sure when you fell asleep nor the reason

maybe it was from the lulling sound of his fingers tapping away at his keyboard or the low hum of the song he was working so diligently on. Your brain may not have figured it out but your body was perfectly in tune with the reason. It was the comfort he gave you simply from his presence. The safety you never thought you’d feel from a person. Yet here, someone who represented that sat in your line of sight. Even in your sleepy daze, your eyes find him. A small smile on your face at the sight of him reassuring your body that your home was nearby and allowing you to drift back to sleep.

Jiung was lost in his song, leaned back in his desk chair, eyes closed, trying to figure out what was missing from his passionate side project. Going over the lyrics in his head before a tsk is released from his mouth. His head dropped in his hands as he took a spin around in his chair from the sheer power he put into his act of frustration. Looking up he’s met with the view of your sleeping figure, quiet snores slipping from your lips. His heart picks up for another reason.

Making his way over to you he starts to examine your facial features he believes he never got to see enough. Something he blames on his idol life. If it was up to him he knows he would never stop admiring you. Memorizing you so well inside and out, he could describe every beauty mark and crevice in detail. He didn’t notice but his hand had started naturally gravitating towards yours and had already made itself comfortable. Looking down at your intertwined fingers mentally saving this memory of you one he’d come back to when he couldn’t see you in person or missed you too much to put into words.

You and Jiung had never clarified what you are. You were comfortable with the intimate touches and the more than friend-like things you said to each other. You both thought just being there for each other was the right fit. So nothing was out of the ordinary when he proceeded to place a tender kiss on your forehead effectively waking you out of your partial slumber and you clasping your arms around his neck drawing him closer to you. His arms instinctively draping around your figure your face buried in his neck you mutter “I'm sorry” he slightly pulls away to see your face “for what” almost in a whisper “for falling asleep, I just wanted to see you so bad I didn’t sleep so well these past few days” you say with a yawn.

Jiung can’t help but find your stretched face adorable taking this chance to bury his face in the crevice of your neck pressing soft kisses to the skin. He sighs, the hot air brushing against the previously adorned skin “No, I'm sorry I made you lose sleep.” Grasping his face in your hands you’re finally able to see him clearly after the sleep in your system somewhat started to subside. Coming face to face with an equally as tired boy the stress of his schedule weighing heavily on his expression “It seems like we both lost sleep” the playful tone sitting on the end of your words. A deep chuckle is heard from him and a genuine smile, something you haven’t seen in what feels like forever as he snuggles into your hands, kissing the wrist.

“You have no idea” the smile still playing on his lips “Come” is all you say as you stand from the small couch in his studio. You pushed the blanket he had placed on you sometime during your nap earlier while saving him from the squatting position he had been in this whole time. Your intertwined hands are being used to your advantage, his side project seemingly forgotten as you drag him to the living room couch of his dorm making you both sit. His eyes trailed behind you as he allowed you to do whatever plan you had suddenly thought of. The lovestruck expression on Jiung's face during this interaction was hard to mistake it was obvious to anyone who saw him, he couldn’t hide it if he wanted to.

Yet you didn’t notice, you were too busy settling the blanket between the two of you, making it as even as possible. Your hands had been released sometime during the shuffling but they found their way back as they always do but this time it’s accompanied by his hand guiding your chin to press a slow but short kiss to your lips the type that leaves your lips parted and a slight heave in your chest. A squeeze on your hand brings you back down and your gaze is directed at him who seems unfazed by the unsaid words that were present in the kiss his eyes trained on the TV in front “look forward this is important for later” referring to the movie he had put on in your mental outing.

As the movie progressed you switched to partially sitting in his lap. Your legs are thrown over his. your head finding solace neck as he makes soft circles on your back. He knows when he hears the same soft snores he heard earlier in the night you had drifted off. Shifting you to his bedroom should’ve been easy yet how was he supposed to follow his original plan when you say “let’s just stay here…please” His body makes another decision for him that night. Laying his body next to yours, Your limbs start to fall into place, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. Your back pressed to his chest, heartbeats synchronizing with each other as his brain becomes hyperaware of the rise and fall of your body remembering your breathing to be his best lullaby successfully letting him have the precious sleep he had been missing in your absence.

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[hoonsangel]

adut akech got roses. that’s it. that’s the post.

[hoonsangel]

ik I’m supposed to be writing red card but this jungwon oneshot won’t leave my head so that might be coming soon🫣

[hoonsangel]

RED:CARD-Did you miss me?

warnings: just the normal cursing and jay being a dumbass

☆a/n: i had this ready for so long but overthinking got the best of me in my jay era fr

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pairing: f4!jay x rich!reader x rich!riki

synopsis: Returning to school after a “well-deserved” trip, you find a red card waiting for you in your locker setting your entire school against you. All from the one person you thought would always be on your side. Now stuck between two of your closest friends one who suddenly wants nothing to do with you and one who wants to be next to you through it all.

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[hoonsangel]

RED:CARD-So it's a you problem.

warnings: arguing, angst, andrew tate joke

wc:625

The slight ache in his neck, the lag of his limbs, and the uncontrollable expression laid on his face. It was as if he was being controlled by his brain to abort the mission, which was waiting for the youngest to grab some toy he saw in the window as they were walking towards baggage claim, the others saying they'd go ahead to grab the bags.

Riki yelps as he feels his collar tugged from behind and a firm grip on his arm "Hyung, what the fuck? What's wrong?"

Eyebrows scrunched in confusion as he examined his friend's actions. Then, finally, a shout took his attention. It was you; relief washed over him at your presence, a smile draped on his lips, but he wasn't allowed to enjoy it for as long as he would've liked.

You fade from Riki's view, and his attention is taken to the one who snatched that view from him.

Pushing the "kidnapper's" arm away, he questions, "Seriously, what the hell is up with you, Hyung? I know you're avoiding Y/N, but that doesn't mean I am."

Jay doesn't look the boy in the eye avoiding Riki's intense stare. "That doesn't matter. Why are they here, Riki? Did I tell you to bring them?"

"Since when did I have to ask if I wanted to bring Y/N of all people around." "That's common sense, Riki." "Is it?" The taller boy asked, pushing his finger into the older's chest

"Because before you went on your new Y/N diet, it was perfectly fine to bring them around; in fact, it was all you wanted to do."

"You know the problem isn't Y/N." By now, Jay had brought his eyes up to stare into Riki's, anger and something mirroring--bitterness lingering in his eyes. "So it's a you problem. Then figure it out. Don't try to ruin our friendships with Y/N simply cause you can't figure out what the fuck you’re feeling"

The air surrounding them filled with tension as the unsaid and spoken words hung in the air, the pressure cut as they felt their shoulders roughly pushed apart by Heeseung, who came to see what was taking them so long.

His eyes move between them, hands never leaving their shoulders, trying to decipher why the two who seemingly always got along were now at each-others throats.

Finally, Jay storms away, effectively making Heesung's arms return to his side, leaving Heeseung and Riki to stare at his departing figure. "You need to explain. Now." So Riki does that, explaining how Jay had him ditch Y/N in the lounge, knowing they can't return to get them.

"Where is Y/N now?" "Probably still comprehending what happened." He says, scratching his neck in thought, "I didn't know Jay would be bothered so much. He knows Y/N hates the red card, and this one even affected her; of course, she would wanna leave." Riki states in frustration.

Heeseung was thankful the people around them were either too busy or experts at minding their business as Riki looked like he was at his wit's end. His face flared red, and his once-styled hair was out of place from constant tugging throughout his explanation. But, Heeseung understood. He knew how Riki felt after all he had let him know only days prior.

"Just text Y/N and let them know you saw them. They know how airports work, Riki. They know you'd come back if you could." "Yea, but-" "Let them think. I think we better talk to Jay. It's no way you can avoid each other this entire trip." He said, patting him on the back, slightly pushing the moping giant towards the cars waiting on them.

☆author note: loverboy riki?? jay's gonna be an ass for a while; that redemption arc ain't coming any time soon sooray

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pairing: f4!jay x rich!reader x rich!riki

synopsis: Returning to school after a “well-deserved” trip, you find a red card waiting for you in your locker setting your entire school against you. All from the one person you thought would always be on your side. Now stuck between two of your closest friends one who suddenly wants nothing to do with you and one who wants to be next to you through it all.

Taglist🔖(open): @sunovrse @prdxinvade

[hoonsangel]

I finally figured out how I wanted to write out these scenes. It's short but better than the first scene I had. I'm starting to feel more comfortable writing out scenes on social media platforms I was struggling fr, but this smau is still gonna be primarily written. I'll post the third chapter after formatting

[hoonsangel]

Hey my user used to be enxnesblog but i changed it to prdxinvade so it would be great if you changed it in your taglist so you can tag me p

Ah of course! I’ll change it right away<3

[hoonsangel]

RED:CARD-Where tf are you??

warnings: mentions of death and murder in a playful manner

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pairing: f4!jay x rich!reader x rich!riki

synopsis: Returning to school after a “well deserved” trip, you find a red card waiting for you in your locker setting your entire school against you. All from the one person you thought would always be on your side. Now stuck between two of your closest friends one who suddenly wants nothing to do with you and one who wants to be next to you through it all.

Taglist🔖(open): @sunovrse @enxnesblog

[hoonsangel]

I think formatting may be my worst enemy when it comes to posting. I'll be so excited to get a chapter out, but then the reality of formatting hits

[hoonsangel]

RED:CARD-Be fucking fr.

word count:1.4k

warnings: mentions of food

Closing their phone with a click

Y/n walks into the oversized doors of the school, scanning the halls for any antics right away. Quickly glancing down the halls, Y/N decide it’s ok to make their way down the corridor that seems emptier than usual. Though Y/N always felt the space was more extensive than needed, the halls contained an almost eerie feeling. Their feet pick up the pace as they hurry toward their 1st class of the day. They were hoping to see a familiar face or one at all in this seemingly abandoned school. But, just as Y/N turns the corner to enter, they feel a tug on their ankle and white clouds their vision. Several students with cameras and flashlights pointed out at the unsuspecting student that fell for such an elementary prank. The phones drop in unison, realizing just who they’ve pranked, but somebody didn’t get the memo as they added the cherry on top, splashing the bucket of mop water they had prepared right into Y/N’s face.

Sunoo turns to see the commotion held up at the door and makes eye contact with a soaking wet Y/N, the anger evident on their face. The room stills as the perturbed kids become anxious at Y/N’s silence. The usual friendly demeanor of Y/N sensed to be lost somewhere far away. “Be fucking fr.” Y/N uttered, the three words adding more tension to the room than it already had. Then, clenching their fist to their side to stay calm, Y/N makes a beeline for the doors they came through less than 15 minutes ago. The F4 lounge around in their glorified club room, trying to dissect the raven-haired boy in front of them. “So you’re saying this red card is essentially for nothing” Heeseung deadpanned. Jay, taken aback by the quick dismissal of his boredom, quips back, “No, I did it because the school needed it. Look how lifeless it had become without me..without us,” as he motions between the group. The boys’ heads lull at the absurdities leaving their friend’s mouth. Soon, they were cut off by a knock at their door. Jake spares a disapproving look over Jay as he jogs towards the door, a curious Sunghoon on his tail also wondering who has the gull to come uninvited to the group’s unofficial club room.

Opening the door, Jake sighs at the sight he sees. Giselle propped on the door frame, and a smirk etched her face as she pushed past the boy. With a roll of his eyes, Jake shouts towards the other two boys further in the clubhouse-like room, “Jay, your “girlfriend” is here.” Sunghoon backs away and allows the girl to waltz her way in. Amusement is placed on his face knowing the reaction that ensues from his close friend once in her presence. Jay released an exasperated sigh at realizing just who Jake was speaking of. He chose to busy himself with a random pool ball from the center of the pool table since avoiding this conversation seemed impossible. Heeseung plops himself on one of the couches, the others joining him soon after, taking a front row seat as Giselle tries to get Jay to acknowledge the conversation she was trying to have. “I saw Y/N on the way over here,” she informs him; she notices how Jay starts to tune in as he mentions them. “Yea, they left with Riki on his motorcycle. I mean, they were embarrassed so bad I would leave school too-“. His interest piqued, he asks, “What do you mean embarrassed?” Jake pulls up Twitter and quickly finds the video of Y/N on the school gossip page.

Y/N looks at the fogged mirror of the bathroom, the one-hour shower still not feeling long enough to wipe the feeling of dirt and flour from their skin. Walking into their bedroom, they look over to their desk, taking a mental note of the time. “It’s already 12…the day has just begun, but it doesn’t feel like it.” They wonder out loud. Closing their eyes and taking a strained breath to clear their mind, they remind themselves they’re holding a towel to their body, and wet box braids are cascading down their back. They shuffled into the closet to change into something more comfortable. A sweatshirt they stole from Heeseung and a random pair of sleeping shorts that definitely belonged to a set Wonyoung had bought them to “glamorize” them for one of her many intricately planned sleepovers.

Plopping on the bed, they look over the notifications plaguing their phone. The screen lights up with private messages from malicious students, worried messages from the group chat, and even some from the F4 well F3, but still nothing from Jay. Finally, a text from Riki stating to let him know if they got in ok appears on the screen, hidden under various notifications. Responding with a quick thumbs up, too tired to think of anything more, they clear the notification center to avoid further overthinking, attaching the phone to the charger, setting it to do not disturb, and allowing sleep to consume them.

A vibrating noise awakens Y/N; determined to stop the noise and finish the much-needed sleep, they pat around the bed in a groggy state. Their face contorts in confusion as their hand doesn’t contact the thing working against them. Y/N eventually registers the sound is not coming from the bed but the side table, reaching to end whatever privileges this person has to reject their phone’s dnd. When the screens flash a shiny glove and one of their favorite Riki photos, the irritation starts to dissipate as they answer the facetime of the worried boy.

“You’re alive.” he points out. He tries not to let the care show in his voice. “Since we’re pointing out the obvious, yes, I am alive, and you have pimples.” “Mmm, so glad I saved your ass today. What would I do without you bullying me every five seconds” he mutters as he walks away from his computer, heading to his closet to search for the universe knows what. “What are you doing?” Y/N asks, ruffling sounds through the boy’s room as Y/N sits up, “Going to get food.” “At…10:38 at night?” a quick peek of the time tells them, “Yes.” “Riki, be serious.” The boy pops in front of his screen and states that he is. “Riki, it’s too late for that.” “So? You haven’t eaten. I know it.” Y/N rolls their eyes at the boy’s conclusion. “And how do you know that?” “I can see the crust in your eye.” He points it out on the screen before returning to find his bike keys.

Y/N is suddenly aware of the vulnerable state, and heat rushes to their cheeks, luckily hidden behind the hues of their skin, or this would be so much more embarrassing. Y/N drops their phone on the bed; the sound of Riki’s laughter and their feet on the hardwood floors are all made for the next few minutes, then a rush of water. “Plus, I’m already staying up for some shit Jay set up” “What is it this time? Did someone piss him off?” “Nope, he talked to Giselle, and we’re flying to Switzerland later tonight.”

“Ok, so?” Jay questions, walking away from the boy to pick up his phone. “Oh, so you already knew. They probably left for some foreign country like they always do.” Giselle states matter-of-factly. “Why are you here, Giselle?” Heeseung asks, saying what everyone in the room was thinking. “To see you guys, of course. It’s been so long since the F4 have been altogether” “We’re not your friends, though.” Sunghoon adds as he rises from the couch to stand next to Jay, who was tirelessly scrolling through his phone. The distress on his face was apparent to anyone with vision. Finally, throwing his phone onto a couch in a huff, throwing himself into a seat with an arm thrown over his eyes, successfully taking the attention of the room, he blurts out, “I need to get out of here.” Confusion crosses the room. “Get out of where? This room?” Jake inquires, “No, Korea.” “Isn’t that a bit extreme? Can’t you say sorry to Y/N?” “You don’t get it.” “Yea, I don’t.” Giselle observing the boys’ discussion, sees the opportunity, leaning forward on the pool table, “I do; I can help you get out of here if you want” Jay slowly removes his arm from his face, taking the girl seriously for once.

Y/N can hear the jiggle of his keys this time. “I’ll be by yours with that auntie’s tteokbokki you won’t shut up about,” Y/N squeals at the thought. Their headband-adorned head pops into the frame and tells the boy to hurry up. He quirks a smile at the apparent excitement on their face and ends the call.

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pairing: f4!jay x rich!reader x rich!riki

synopsis: synopsis: Returning to school after a “well deserved” trip, you find a red card waiting for you in your locker setting your entire school against you. All from the one person you thought would always be on your side. Now stuck between two of your closest friends one who suddenly wants nothing to do with you and one who wants to be next to you through it all. a red card waiting for you in your locker setting your entire school against you. All from the one person you thought would always be on your side. Now stuck between two of your closest friends one who suddenly wants nothing to do with you and one who wants to be next to you through it all.

Taglist🔖(open): @sunovrse @enxnesblog