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luciathcv · 3 months ago

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jungwon bf headcannon!

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note. im tweaking i miss blonde jungwon every day. blonde jungwon come home. anyways comment & ask to be apart of enha taglist!!

01. very commonly annoys you like a kid

like that one en o’clock ep where he was repeating how bot like sunoo was talking, that’s exactly how i imagine him doing it… you would literally be on the phone with your mom talking about how jungwon spilled his drink everywhere the other day and he’s next to you repeating everything you say in that purposefully annoying high pitch nasally voice he does (it's because he’s embarrassed but still)

02. "pda" is reserved for the two of you

i don't really think he's super open to pda (even in front of his members). everyone kinda forgets you two are dating sometimes because you guys always talk/act like you're best friends, but does liiittle things to remind them. like if he thinks you're being really cute, he'll do little grabby hands in your direction with a wide smile. or if you're playing games with him and his members and you win, he'll cheer like he won that round and tackle you in a hug before he remembers where he is and locks in

but just because he isn't a fan of pda doesn't mean he doesn't like showing you off. he WILL comment on all of your posts with thirst emojis and he DOES talk about you all the time like he talks about jay... and what...

03. reminds you to do the tiniest things

his favorite would be when you guys call after he gets back home from late practice. your face is always half smooshed in the pillow while you lay on your stomach, and you're trying so hard not to fall asleep; he can't help but coo at you. sure enough, after about ten minutes into him telling you about how sunghoon accidentally pantsed him at practice, he hears soft snores coming from the other end of the line.

now, we all know he's a menace... especially when he's immediately calling out your name and getting zero response back. so while on call, he moves to your messages and starts spamming random letters and words to get your phone buzzing as if it were an alarm

"did i fall asleep?" you said, groaning as you woke up.

"charge your phone before you go to sleep, babe."

"... you disrupted my sleep for that?"

"i can't text you good morning if your phone is dead, stupid."

04. likes to keep you on your toes

sometimes, he’ll pretend like you two are meeting for the first time all over again when you’re in old familiar places. like the coffee shop where you two first met, for example. he whispered a little, “go find a table, i’ll order for you, babe,” when you arrived at the cute little place. you obviously didn’t think much about it (who would), so you leave to find an empty table for two

he was taking a little longer than expected, so you pulled out your laptop and started your work in your lucky spot. that was, until you felt a soft tap on your shoulder

“excuse me maam?” your boyfriend said with the widest smile ever, holding two drinks and a pastry. you smiled and rolled your eyes, but still hummed in response.

“i couldn’t help but notice you from across the shop and i must say… you are the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen…” by now, you're fully giggling

“did you get this drink for me, cute boy?”

his usual introverted exterior faded and looked to the older lady at the table over who was watching the entire interaction and whispered, “oh my god she called me cute.” you had to break the act then and there because you couldn’t stop laughing

05. tries not to show you how much he hates leaving you when you he goes on long tours until the very end

the whole day was absolutely normal. you were over at his dorm to help him pack, sitting on his bed side by side with a random movie playing. you’re both folding clothes, joking around, tackling each other-- the usual. you almost forgot he was leaving for so long

it was until he was fully packed and you had to leave for the night when you remembered that your boyfriend was leaving you for almost half a year. he genuinely couldn’t let you go, it was like it physically hurt him to remove himself from you. he walked you to his door all while holding your waist from behind with his head on your shoulder.

he turns you around and hugs you a little too long as he whispers “i’ll text you the second i land, my love.” he was so good at distracting you that you forgot that he hated this just as much as you did

06. extremely clingly when he’s tired

like, he whines whenever you leave the bed (like this: 0:30). he showers for a really long time cause he likes to just stand in the hot water, so he doesn’t like doing everything afterwards by himself-- especially when he's already exhausted. definitely prefers sitting on the edge of the bed while you blow dry his hair; his hands are always loosely wrapped around your waist while his head’s resting on your stomach. when you turn around to go put the dryer back in the bathroom, he literally pulls you back to him, gets up from the bed, and walks to the bathroom with you with his head on your shoulder. when i say he’s clingy, he’s CLINGYY

07. so random, but he would be so invested in reality tv

i literally don’t know why this is coming into mind for him, but his love for reality tv is one of his biggest secrets. he doesn't even like it for the messyness... (ok maybe a little bit), but mostly because he loves watching it with you

he wouldn’t understand a lot because he’s such a T, but he would put in his two cents as a logical thinker for sure. for example he would say something like:

“i think he’s strategic with picking the girl, but he’s such an asshole for leading the other one on because i hate when ugly men are rude to-- (etc. etc.)” he would have such strong opinions on everything, and it always makes you laugh at how invested he gets

he would be GAGGED if something doesn’t happen the way he was planning. like, he stands up from the couch with his hands on his head and constantly looking from the tv to you, kind of gagged. has to pause every three seconds to be like “literally what is WRONG with this person” and explain to you what he would do in their shoes. surprisingly, it always ends up causing some of the deepest conversations between you two (he made you swear not to talk about it afterwards)

08. he’s such a blanket hog (he makes up for it by pressing kisses all over your face when you wake up annoyed and is quite literally at your every beck and call for the day)

09. locks INNN around your parents

they definitely know how weird and funny he is, because one) you tell them a new story about jungwon all the time, and two) he doesn’t hide it. he’s just more respectful around them as opposed to when he’s in the comfort of either of your places.

for example: on a regular day, he would open the car door for you. around your parents, he would open the car door for you, hold your hand for balance, and then go to your moms door and do the same for her.

on a regular day, his hand would be casually resting on your thigh as you both quietly talk about anything and everything. around your parents, his hand would either be holding yours or respectfully resting behind your chair.

he’s extremely giving to your parents because, well, they raised the love of his life. and for that he’s eternally grateful (they also think jungwon is the cutest man on this planet)

10. always so active and takes you everywhere with him

this is actually the most random jungwon thought i've ever had, but i feel like he would be such a walking freak. like he'll show up at your door at 2 am because he can't sleep and beg you to walk with him to the nearest convenience store to get a late night snack and talk til morning kind of walking freak. like a "let's wake up bright and early and walk a mile to try actual good matcha" kind of walking freak. he's loowkey an explorer and loves whatever he's exploring a lot more when he's with you

11. he never raises his voice if you guys disagree

if it’s a play argument, he will talk out of his ass just to rage bait

but if it's a real disagreement, i think he’s very level headed. it's not hard for someone to lash out if they're dealing with as much stuff as he is, so the fact that he never does? it’s admirable

he’s a very firm believer in “him and you vs. the problem” as opposed to a “you vs. him” approach. he would sit you down and talk about it the second he notices an actual unpleasant shift in your mood, eliminating any potential resentment from forming in the first place

also, i don’t think he would use his logical thinking against you. if you’re more of an emotional person, he would adjust to the way you think and listen-- like really listen-- so he fully understands where you’re coming from

making you feel dumb is the last thing he would ever want, because everything you feel is the most valid thing on this earth. you are his number one person, and he will never let you forget it

네이 말하다! i lowk hate this....... IM SORRY I WILL BE BETTER I SWER it just became a random jungwon brain dump omg. also can u tell the reality tv one is my favorite im obsessed with love island rn

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luciathcv · 4 months ago

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TAMED DASH ୨ৎ 박성훈

pairing idol 박성훈 x reader

୨ৎ Your boyfriend returns from Coachella, exhausted, and snaps at you, quickly regretting it 💌 wc. 2043 - genre, fluff, slight angst

📝 what the fuck was enchella. I’m not sane after that shit

The airport was still buzzing, flashes from camera phones and the hum of tired conversations fading behind him as Sunghoon gave one last wave to his members.

“Text us when you’re settled,” Heeseung called out, already sliding into a black van.

Sunghoon just nodded, slinging his bag higher on his shoulder. His limbs ached from the flight, his hoodie felt suffocating in the spring heat, and his head throbbed with every sound. He didn’t even have the energy to pull out his mask as he stepped into the quiet car waiting for him. His driver asked if he wanted anything to eat. He just shook his head, eyes already fluttering closed against the window.

The drive home was a blur. Familiar city lights painted the sky, but Sunghoon could only think about the bed that had been calling his name for days. That, and you. He hadn’t seen you since before they left for California. The two of you had barely gotten used to living together—boxes still shoved in corners, bookshelves half-filled, your toothbrush resting beside his like it had always been there.

He missed you. He did. But right now, exhaustion gnawed at his bones, and the Coachella high had long since crashed into post-tour burnout.

The elevator dinged softly, and he stepped into the hallway of your apartment. The familiar scent of laundry detergent and that vanilla candle you were obsessed with welcomed him home more than anything else. His keys jangled as he pushed open the door quietly.

The living room was dark except for the flicker of the TV playing some random drama rerun. You were curled up on the couch, the oversized hoodie you wore practically swallowing you whole. Your mouth was slightly open, breaths even and soft.

Sunghoon sighed. You’d waited up.

He toed off his shoes with difficulty and set his bag down beside the door, stretching once before padding quietly into the kitchen for a glass of water. But before he could even fill it, a rustle from the couch caught his attention.

You shot up like a zombie resurrected by caffeine, eyes wide, cheeks flushed. “You’re home!”

He blinked. “Yeah…”

“I missed you so much.” You launched yourself off the couch before he could even process it, arms wrapping tightly around his middle. You buried your face in his chest, breathing him in like you were trying to memorize the scent of airport air and whatever cologne he’d used during the trip.

He stood there, frozen. His arms hung awkwardly at his sides, muscles stiff. But then, he relaxed, trying to push down the exhaustion and irritability that had built up over the past two weeks. He knew how sensitive you were, how you could feel the tiniest hint of his frustration. So, despite his body practically begging for rest, he smiled softly.

“I missed you too,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His hands hesitated for a moment before settling gently around your back, just enough to hold you without feeling overwhelmed. “It’s just… it’s been a long trip.”

You smiled against him, clearly not noticing the slight tension in his shoulders. “I’ve been watching all the fan edits. You looked so good, Sunghoon. Seriously.”

His smile faltered just a little as you continued talking, your words pouring out in a rush—how much you missed him, how great he looked in the videos, how the edits had made you wish you were there, and how you’d barely been able to sleep without him next to you.

“I—” Sunghoon’s words got caught in his throat for a second. He didn’t want to come off as rude. He didn’t want to hurt you. So, he just nodded, trying to keep his patience. His thumb gently traced circles on the back of your hoodie as he focused on keeping his emotions in check.

“Yeah, I know,” he said, his voice quieter now. He was smiling, but the exhaustion in his eyes was becoming harder to hide.

You pulled back slightly, still talking about how you couldn’t wait to catch up on everything, but Sunghoon’s head felt heavy, his body sluggish with the kind of tiredness that was almost painful. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to keep calm as your voice bubbled on, not realizing the way he was barely holding himself together.

It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate how much you cared, it was just… right now, it felt like too much. But he didn’t want to snap. Not when he knew how much you valued the little moments like this.

So, he smiled again, faintly, despite everything. “Let’s talk later, okay? I just… I really need to rest.”

And with that, he gently pulled away, walking past you toward the bedroom, trying to ignore the weight that pressed down on his chest.

You didn’t hear what Sunghoon had said, your excitement still buzzing in your chest as you bounced on your toes, waiting for him to react more to your rambling. When he moved past you toward the bedroom, you were still talking, eager to close the distance between you and him.

“Sunghoon, wait! I swear you looked so—”

You followed him into the room, heart racing with anticipation. “Hey, are you still tired? I just missed you so much. We can go get food or I can make something—whatever you want, I don’t care, I just want to be with you.”

You tried to sit next to him, but he was already sitting on the bed, rubbing his temples like he was trying to hold it all together. He hadn’t even taken off his jacket yet. You could feel the tension in the room—the kind of tension that made you nervous but also desperate to make everything right. You missed him, and you just wanted him to talk to you.

“Sunghoon?” you asked again, your voice softer this time as you sat beside him, nudging his arm with your elbow. “Are you okay?”

He didn’t look at you. He just stared at the floor, his lips pressed together in a thin line. You could tell he was holding something back, probably frustration from the long flight, but you couldn’t help yourself. You needed to talk to him. Needed him to see you.

“Sunghoon, are you mad at me? You’ve barely said anything, and—”

That was when he finally snapped.

“God, can you stop?!” he growled, his voice sharp, like a sudden burst of anger he could no longer contain. He jerked away from you, swearing under his breath. “I’m fucking tired. Why can’t you just give me a second to breathe?!”

His words hit you like a slap, and for a moment, all you could do was freeze, mouth open in shock. Sunghoon had never talked to you like that, never let his anger spill so suddenly.

He sat up straighter, hands gripping the bed, his knuckles white. His eyes, though tired, flashed with frustration.

“I just got off a plane after two weeks, and you won’t stop talking. It’s too much!” he spat, his voice cold and harsh, every word laced with irritation. “I don’t need this right now.”

You pulled back, confusion and hurt twisting in your stomach. You’d never seen him so on edge with you before. His words hung in the air, sharp and cutting, and for a moment, you wondered if you’d said something wrong. If you’d pushed him too far.

But Sunghoon didn’t apologize. Not yet. He just stared at you, waiting for your reaction, chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to collect himself, his gaze hard.

It felt like the room was holding its breath, and you didn’t know whether to keep talking or give him space.

You sat there in stunned silence, your heart pounding in your chest. The air in the room suddenly felt thick, like there was no room left to breathe. Sunghoon hadn’t moved, his gaze still fixed on you, but he wasn’t looking at you like he usually did—not with warmth, not with that soft affection you were so used to. No, right now, his eyes were filled with something else.

Frustration.

You swallowed, trying to steady your breath, but the weight of his words hung heavy in the air between you. It was clear he was tired, but his snap… it hurt. It wasn’t like him.

“Sunghoon…” You whispered, your voice smaller than you intended. “I didn’t mean to—”

“I don’t care if you didn’t mean to,” he interrupted, his tone still biting. “I just want a damn break, okay? I haven’t had a moment to myself in weeks, and now you’re here, talking my ear off and acting like everything’s fine. It’s not. I’m not fine.”

You flinched. His words felt like a punch to the gut, and you could feel the sting of them deep in your chest. The part of you that wanted to defend yourself, to explain that you just missed him, was overwhelmed by the sudden rush of guilt. You hadn’t meant to make him snap, but you had.

He sighed, rubbing his face in frustration as he slumped back against the headboard, arms crossed tightly over his chest.

“Just… just give me a minute. Please,” he said, voice softer now but still tinged with irritation. “I don’t want to yell at you, I don’t. But I need you to understand. I’m so fucking exhausted, and I don’t know how to say it without sounding like an asshole.”

You nodded slowly, biting the inside of your lip as you tried to fight back the tears that suddenly stung at the corners of your eyes. You didn’t want to cry. Not in front of him, not like this. But everything inside you felt… heavy. Overwhelmed. All you wanted was to be with him, to make up for the time lost while he was gone.

Instead, you felt like you were pushing him further away.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice barely audible now. “I just… I missed you so much. I was excited you were finally home, but I guess I didn’t realize how tired you were.”

Sunghoon didn’t say anything for a long moment. He just sat there, eyes staring ahead as if he was lost in his thoughts. You felt the space between you both growing with every second that passed. His silence was suffocating, but you didn’t want to make it worse by saying the wrong thing.

Finally, he let out another sigh. This one wasn’t as harsh, though it was still filled with exhaustion.

“I know,” he muttered, rubbing his temples. “I know you missed me. I get it. But I didn’t have time to miss you. I was too busy being run into the ground. You know how it is.” His voice softened again, just barely, as he looked over at you. “I don’t want to make you feel bad. I’m just… I just need a minute to breathe. Can you give me that?”

You nodded again, this time more understanding, though your chest still ached.

“Okay,” you said quietly. “I’ll give you space. I’m sorry for… pushing you.”

Sunghoon leaned back against the bed, eyes closed, and you could hear the faint sound of his breath, a little steadier now.

“I’m sorry, too,” he muttered after a beat, his voice still rough but with a touch of sincerity. “I didn’t mean to snap at you. I know you’re not the reason I’m so tired. It’s just… I didn’t know how else to handle it.”

You didn’t respond right away. You simply sat there, letting the tension simmer between you both, but it wasn’t as sharp as it had been a few moments ago. You still felt the sting of his words, but the soft apology was enough to ease the weight, even just a little.

After a long moment of silence, Sunghoon finally shifted in the bed, sitting up straighter. He hesitated before reaching over and pulling you gently toward him. He didn’t say anything, but his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close in a quiet, almost apologetic hug.

You rested your head against his chest, and for the first time since he’d come home, the ache in your chest eased, just a little.