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mirisss · 18 days ago

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Framed in Desire

Nishimura Riki x model! female! reader

Wordcount ≈ 1.4k

Warnings: None I think,

Thank you so much for the request! I hope you’ll enjoy it!

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Third Person POV

The news broke on a sunny Thursday morning, and the internet went into a frenzy. Enhypen’s very own Nishimura Riki, the tall, effortlessly cool maknae with a smile that could make the coldest heart thaw, was set to model alongside the world-renowned model, (Y/n).

The announcement came in the form of a sleek black-and-white teaser image: two silhouettes standing against a backdrop of flashing lights, their outlines already sparking curiosity. The caption read simply: “Coming Soon: A Vision in Motion.”

Within minutes, hashtags started climbing the trending charts: #RikiAndYnCollab #VisualExplosion #ModelLineSupremacy

Fans filled timelines with excited messages.

“Oh my GOD, the visuals are going to be insane 😭”

“Two walking art pieces in one frame? I’m not ready.”

“This is the crossover I didn’t know I needed!”

Some were already making fan edits using old photos, Riki in his runway-inspired stage outfits, (Y/n) in her most iconic campaign looks, imagining how perfect they’d appear together. Others debated which brand could have pulled off this visual power move.

Meanwhile, behind the scenes, Riki sat in a studio chair, scrolling through the online buzz between takes. His lips curled into an amused smile. “Guess we have to live up to the hype, huh?” he murmured. On the other side of the room, (Y/n) caught his glance and smirked. “Oh, we will.”

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The morning of the shoot buzzed with quiet anticipation. Makeup artists fluttered between mirrors and garment racks, stylists whispered final adjustments, and the faint hum of camera equipment filled the air. When Director Han finally called everyone’s attention, his voice carried a kind of electric excitement.

“Listen up,” he began, pacing in front of the set. “This isn’t just a shoot, this is a statement. I want drama. I want romance. I want the kind of chemistry that makes people stop scrolling and just stare. We’re going big. I want the internet to choke on these pictures.”

He gestured toward the clothing racks, sleek black suits, flowing dresses, structured coats in deep midnight shades. Nothing flashy in color, but each piece seemed designed to sculpt and frame the wearer in ways that screamed power. The outfits suited them both perfectly. Riki looked like a high-fashion prince with an edge, while (Y/n) carried the air of someone born for the camera.

As the director went on about angles, lighting, and “visual tension,” their eyes met. It was subtle, just a flicker of connection, but it spoke volumes. The kind of look that said, I know exactly what you’re thinking.

A slow smirk curved on (Y/n)’s lips at the exact moment Riki tilted his head ever so slightly, his own grin forming. Then, in perfect unison, they said: “This’ll be an easy day.” Gasps and chuckles rippled through the crew. The director paused, sizing them up like he’d just realized his wish for chemistry might have been granted before the cameras even started rolling.

When they stepped out from the dressing rooms, the chatter in the studio faltered. The air seemed to shift. Riki, towering and sharp in his tailored black ensemble, moved with the effortless confidence of someone who didn’t just wear the clothes, he owned them. Beside him, (Y/n) was a vision in deep midnight silk, her silhouette graceful and commanding, hair styled with soft waves that caught the light like spun gold.

They didn’t need to be told where to go. Crossing the room together, they stopped before the pristine white backdrop. Without a word, they slid into position, Riki behind her, his long arms circling her waist, his head dipping low as if he were whispering something only she could hear. (Y/n)’s posture was poised yet relaxed, chin tilted slightly, eyes half-lidded in a way that hinted at secrets.

The director’s camera shutter clicked rapidly. Snap. Snap. Snap. He gave a small smile. It was good, very good, but not enough. “Mm… no,” he said finally, lowering the camera. “It’s beautiful, but I need something that makes people feel like they’re intruding on a moment that shouldn’t be seen. I want more tension, more… danger.”

A spark lit in Riki’s eyes. (Y/n) glanced up at him with that same knowing look from earlier, the one that made it feel like they were speaking in an unspoken language. “Danger, huh?” Riki murmured just for her, his smirk curling into something almost wicked. “I think we can do that,” she replied, her lips just barely moving.

In a single, unspoken decision, they moved. (Y/n) turned sharply, the hem of her dress whispering against the floor, her hand shooting up to catch Riki’s tie. With a slow, deliberate pull, she brought him down to her level, the fabric taut between them.

Riki’s hands slid over her waist, fingers resting just firmly enough to draw her in, his body language radiating both possession and restraint. Their eyes locked, hers sharp with challenge, his dark with something that felt like longing. The air around them thickened.

Their lips hovered a breath apart, close enough that the tension itself felt like it could snap at any second. The camera shutter went wild, snap, snap, snap, but even the rapid fire of photos couldn’t keep up with the electricity crackling between them.

The director froze mid-step, his mouth slightly open. In all his years of working with models, he had never seen such raw, unmanufactured chemistry. “Yes… YES!” he shouted, nearly tripping over a cable in his rush to get closer. “This is it! This is the shot that will break the internet!” The crew looked on in awe, half forgetting their jobs, captivated by the scene unfolding before them. It wasn’t just posing anymore, it was like watching a story spill into real life, frame by frame.

The final click of the camera echoed like a cue for reality to return. Applause rippled through the studio, the director still buzzing, already shouting about how “these photos will be legendary.” Riki disappeared among the stylists and crew, exchanging polite nods, but his mind wasn’t on the congratulations. He was already thinking about something, someone, else. Minutes later, a soft knock landed on (Y/n)’s changing room door.

“Come in,” she called, her tone warm, almost expectant. He slipped inside, closing the door quietly behind him. The room felt smaller with him in it, the scent of cologne and faint stage makeup clinging to his presence.

Before she could say a word, he stepped forward and pressed his lips to hers. It wasn’t tentative, it was the kind of kiss born from hours of restraint, of playing a game in front of the cameras when every instinct screamed otherwise.

When he finally pulled back just enough to speak, his voice was low, almost rough. “You have no idea how hard it was to hold myself back out there.” Her lips curved into a knowing smile before she pulled him right back in. “Oh, Riki, trust me. I know. I felt the same thing.” Their laughter was soft, shared between kisses that no longer had to hide behind a lens.

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When the campaign photos finally dropped, the internet didn’t just buzz, it erupted. The images were everywhere: on billboards, in glossy magazine spreads, dominating social media feeds. Riki and (Y/n) looked otherworldly, the tension in their poses so palpable that people swore they could feel it through the screen.

The reaction was immediate and chaotic. Some fans were… less than thrilled. “I can’t believe they put Riki with HER 😭” “He’s mine in my head and nothing can change that.” But most couldn’t stop shipping them. “THE CHEMISTRY. THE POWER. THE VISUALS. I CAN’T BREATHE.” “I don’t care if it’s fake for the shoot, they belong together.” Meme edits, romantic fan videos, and fan art flooded in within hours. The hashtag #RikiYn trended globally for two straight weeks.

The perfume they’d been modeling for sold out in record time, both online and in physical stores. Photos surfaced of people buying two or three bottles at once, “just to smell like the campaign.”

Back in the quiet of their own world, Riki and (Y/n) scrolled through the chaos together, equal parts amused and slightly nervous. For a moment, they genuinely wondered if this would be the thing that exposed them.

But for now, they were safe. Safe, together, and smiling like two people who knew that behind the glamorous photos and the public’s fevered fantasies, there was something real that belonged only to them.

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mirisss · 1 month ago

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Hey guys!

I’m sorry that I haven’t been posting a lot these past few weeks but I’ve been so busy with work and having a bunch of relatives over to visit. I basically haven’t had any time to myself so I haven’t been able to write that much but I’m hoping to get some more writing done this week.

The priority list right now is as follows:

1. Niki x model request

2. &team werewolf au (like At Last but for another member)

3. The next chapter to I Like the View

Requests are still open!

I see all the comments that people have left but I haven’t gotten to answer all of them yet but if you see this and have left a comment: Thank you, I love you and it’s much appreciated!

Stay safe!

// Mirisss 💕

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mirisss · 2 months ago

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Hello, I hope you are very well, I apologize in advance that English is not my mother tongue. I wanted to request a one shot, where the reader can't fall asleep and Sunghoon supports her in a sweet and attentive way.

HI! I'm good, I hope you are doing well too!

No worries about the English! It was perfect!

This is such a sweet idea! I hope you'll enjoy the fic!

You can find it ~ here ~

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mirisss · 2 months ago

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Knight in Shining Pyjamas

Park Sunghoon x female! reader

Wordcount ≈ 1.1k

Warnings: Sleep disorders, shame for having problems, I think that’s it,

Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy it!

Please leave a comment and/or reblog if you enjoyed this!

Third Person POV

(Y/n) has been struggling with sleep disorders almost her entire life; it’s been everything from sleepwalking to insomnia to nightmares and everything in between. She always thought she’d grow out of it like all the doctors told her, but it never really went away, not completely. Sure she rarely sleepwalked anymore, she didn’t struggle falling asleep as much anymore, the one thing she still struggled with every so often was the nightmares.

After (Y/n) began dating Sunghoon, the nightmares has both become better yet also worse. They’re not as frequent but once she gets a nightmare, it’s bad. It sometimes becomes paralyzing in the sense that she just can’t move, she can’t think, she’s just frozen, she can’t seem to relax again.

(Y/n)’s spent a few nights over at Sunghoon’s place just as he has slept over at hers. So far, she hasn’t had a nightmare during these nights. This night, however, was different. Sunghoon came over to her place as a surprise as they haven’t been able to spend a lot of time together lately. They ordered food, watched a few movies as they cuddled on the couch, and then finally they got ready for bed.

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Sunghoon hung over her back as they brushed their teeth, she smiled and laughed at the silly faces he made in the mirror. She loved this Sunghoon, the one only she got to see. The head over heels in love, silly, sweet guy.

Once they laid down in bed, Sunghoon fell asleep quickly, (Y/n) however laid still, watching the roof. The night before she had a terrible nightmare, and now it seemed to have awakened her insomnia. No matter what she tried, she just couldn’t fall asleep. Not even cuddling closer to her boyfriend could help.

After two hours of no success, she sighed and gave up. She got out of bed and went out to the kitchen, in the dim lights she sat down by the kitchen table with a newly brewed cup of tea. She sipped it a few times, the taste turning more and more bitter with each one. She looked back toward the bedroom door, she really wanted to go back there, curl into her boyfriends arms, lay her head on his chest and fall asleep listening to his heart beat. But she couldn’t. And it sucked.

She turned back to her tea, staring at it as if it was the tea’s fault she couldn’t sleep. A few more minutes passed by, her cup still almost full and growing cold. Her thoughts so loud that she didn’t hear the bedroom door opening or her boyfriend calling her name.

“(Y/n)?” “Hey? You okay?” It wasn’t until he sat down beside her that she noticed him. “Oh, Honnie, I’m sorry, did I wake you?” Sunghoon looked at her both tired and concerned. “No, I just got thirsty so I woke up and then I saw that you were gone,” He paused and looked at her cup then back at her. “Having trouble sleeping?” (Y/n) looked down, feeling a little ashamed. Adults aren’t supposed to have nightmares and sleep disorders, and she’s not a child, not anymore.

Sunghoon understood that something was wrong, he didn’t know exactly what but he knew, there was something she tried to hide. “It’s okay if you do, there’s nothing wrong with having troubles sometimes,”

“It’s just-“ Sunghoon grabbed her hand, gently running his thumb across it. An encouragement for her to continue. “I’ve struggled with different sleep disorders my whole life. I used to walk in my sleep, it was so bad I literally had to be restrained, I’ve had insomnia to the point where I had to pass out to actually fall asleep, and I’ve had nightmares so bad that I’m scared of sleeping,” She paused for a second before she continued.

“I don’t sleepwalk anymore, I haven’t for almost ten years, the insomnia kind of comes and goes every now and then, the nightmares however, have been persistent, at least one every week. And I just had a really bad one yesterday so it’s hard to fall asleep today,” “Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I could have tried to help you” “My parents always told me that ‘it was time to grow up’ anytime my sleep disorders flared up, it only got worse the older I got. They were ashamed of me and I guess I adapted this mindset myself, feeling childish and like a failure for not overcoming my troubles,”

Sunghoon felt his heart clench at the sad look on (Y/n)’s face, he squeezed her hand a little harder, but she pulled away and got up from her seat. (Y/n) brought her cup over to the sink, pouring out the cold tea, her shoulders feeling heavy.

She knew that Sunghoon wasn’t one to judge people for things they can’t help, but she couldn’t come pass her own shame. Sunghoon followed her, gently wrapping his arms around her body, whispering gently. “Come on, let’s go back to bed, I’ll help you fall asleep, and if you can’t sleep then we’ll stay up all night, we can pretend we’re kids again and staying up passed our bedtime,” (Y/n) chuckled at Sunghoon’s joke, leaning into his embrace. His warmth finally feeling soothing again. (Y/n) nodded, turning around in his arms, returning his hug.

The couple soon after returned to bed, Sunghoon laid down first, opening his arms, gesturing for (Y/n) to lay down in his embrace, which she did. She rested her head on his chest, settling down in his arms. Sunghoon put one hand on her head, gently carding through her hair, hoping to sooth her mind, then he quietly began singing a song. “What are you doing?” (Y/n) questioned, a bit confused yet happy. “I’m helping you fall asleep of course, is it not helping?” (Y/n) looked up at Sunghoon, a silly-tired smile on her lips, Sunghoon couldn’t resist the urge to lean down and kiss her, so he did just that. “It’s helping a lot, thank you, I really do love you,” She settled back down with her head on his chest, his hand in her hair, and his warm loving voice slowly lulling her to sleep.

A few minutes later, Sunghoon stopped singing, his hand still carding through her hair, but now he listened to her breathing and even the light snoring, happy that he could help her fall asleep. To find peace. “I’ll always come and protect you from the nightmares, I love you,” He whispered before he gently moved down so he too could sleep, happy to have his arms wrapped around his lovely girlfriend.

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mirisss · 2 months ago

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I have request!! Can you make a one shot of enhypen with reader as the 8th member and they're filming En- O'clock. Can you do episode 83? Where Ni-ki is supposed to rescue the members by solving clues. Thank you:)

Hi! This was such a fun idea!

It’s my first time trying to write something like this so it might not be the best but I did best! You didn't specify if the reader should be gender neutral or female, so I write this with a female reader because my other 8th member fic are, but if you wanted it to be gender neutral, just send a message/ask and I'll edit the fic.

Hope you like it! And thanks for requesting!

AFTER EN-O'CLOCK MISCHIEFS

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mirisss · 2 months ago

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After EN-O'CLOCK Mishchiefs

Enhypen OT7 x female 8th member of Enhypen! Reader

Wordcount ≈ 2.9k

Warnings: None I think

Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy this!

I tried to first write this as the actual episode, but it was so hard to keep true to everything that actually happened and also adding in (Y/n), so instead I opted for writing what happens after. I’m sorry that I couldn’t really write it with the actual solving puzzles and everything, but I hope this can still be good enough. But it’s still kind of based on episode 83-84.

Please reblog and comment if you enjoyed it!

Third Person POV

The shoot finally wrapped under the soft glow of the evening lights, cameras powering down as the crew called out a cheerful “cut!” The cages stood empty now, the chaos of puzzles and clues left behind. As soon as the staff gave them the all-clear, (Y/n) made her way straight to Ni-ki, her steps quick but heavy with exhaustion.

He was stretching his arms above his head when she wrapped her arms around him, catching him a little off guard. “Sorry for leaving you behind earlier,” she mumbled into his shoulder. “It was all to make you the star, you know.” Ni-ki huffed a small laugh, arms coming around her without hesitation. “I am the star,” he teased, a little smug.

(Y/n) pulled back just enough to give him a pointed look. “Still mad you didn’t save me first.” He rolled his eyes but grinned. “Please, your lock needed all the other answers. I physically couldn’t.” “Still mad.” He snorted. “Fine. I’ll make up for it. You want my snack stash for the week? Back massage? Foot rub? I’ll do your laundry, wait, no. Not laundry.”

(Y/n) smirked, about to reply, when Jake practically swooped in the second her arms dropped from Ni-ki. He threw himself onto her with a groan so dramatic it made even Jungwon laugh from across the room. “My brain needs a vacation,” Jake announced, clinging to her like she was the last stable surface in the world. “All that math. All that logic. I’m not built for this stress-” He tilted his head toward her shoulder. “Please give me a few head scratches. To calm the genius inside me.” The group burst into laughter, low and warm in the post-shoot glow. It wasn’t loud or chaotic this time, just tired, affectionate.

Heeseung slung an arm lazily over Sunghoon’s shoulders, both of them still half-laughing at Jake’s antics. Jay leaned against the wall with his eyes closed, clearly already halfway home in his head. Sunoo and Jungwon were poking at each other, jokingly bickering about who had been the smartest. Ni-ki stood by (Y/n)’s side, now quietly tugging at the sleeve of her hoodie, already forgiven and forgotten.

They were all tired, but full in that way only shared effort and laughter could bring. Home was just a van ride away, and the thought of soft blankets, shared beds, and a night of tangled limbs and easy sleep waited for them like a promise.

The cool night air wrapped around them as they stepped out of the building and toward the two vans waiting just outside. Without much conversation, the group naturally split, fatigue and familiarity guiding their choices. (Y/n) ended up in the first van with Ni-ki, Sunghoon, and Sunoo, while the others quietly piled into the second one. As the engines hummed to life and the vans pulled away from the curb, the city lights blurred into soft lines beyond the tinted windows.

In the second van, the ride was nearly silent. Heeseung had fallen asleep with his head tipped back. Jake was slumped against Jungwon’s shoulder, both of them dead to the world. Jay had crossed his arms and tilted his head against the window, already deep in a nap. The only sound was the low buzz of the road beneath the tires.

In the first van, it was quieter than usual, but not silent. (Y/n) and Sunoo sat side by side, their voices low and warm, occasionally dissolving into soft laughter. “Why did it takes us so long to figure out that ‘SIM’ literally meant Jake, I mean his name is freaking SIM JAEYUN?” Sunoo whispered, grinning. (Y/n) snorted. “We were so confident, too, with all our wrong answers.”

They both stifled giggles as Sunghoon, sitting on the other side of Sunoo, let out a soft snore, only to jolt awake with a tiny gasp. He blinked rapidly, trying to play it off, but his eyelids betrayed him again within seconds. “I’m fine,” he mumbled, clearly not fine. “You’ve been ‘fine’ for the last twenty minutes,” (Y/n) teased gently, watching as his head began to droop again.

Across from them, Ni-ki sat quietly with his phone in hand, but he wasn’t really scrolling anymore. The screen had dimmed, forgotten in his lap. His gaze drifted between his sleepy hyung, the low murmur of (Y/n) and Sunoo’s conversation, and the familiar cityscape beyond the window.

The day had started off strange, all the confusion in the beginning, puzzles that made his head hurt, but it had turned into something fun, something he’d remember. He got to be the hero today. He got to laugh with the people he loved. And now, with the cameras off and soon no staff around, he could finally let the role go.

All he wanted now was to get home. To shed the last bits of performance. To be with them, not as ENHYPEN, not as the maknae, but just Ni-ki. Just Riki. His eyes flicked to (Y/n) as she leaned her head against Sunoo’s shoulder, both of them still whispering and smiling. Yeah. Home sounded really good right now.

By the time the vans pulled into the parking garage beneath their dorm, most of the group was somewhere between asleep and half-conscious. (Y/n) and Sunoo had managed to stay awake, barely, blinking slowly under the overhead lights as the engine cut off.

They nudged the others gently, murmuring sleepy names and poking shoulders until everyone stirred just enough to stumble out of the van. Bags were slung lazily over shoulders, jackets forgotten on seats. The elevator ride up was silent, a huddle of yawns and leaning heads.

Once inside their dorm, the shoes came off in a messy blur. Jake’s sneakers landed sideways. Ni-ki kicked his off without looking. Sunghoon’s boots somehow ended up overlapping someone else’s pair entirely.

Jay stared at the chaos and sighed like a man twenty years older. “I’m gonna have to clean that tomorrow,” he muttered, stepping carefully around the growing pile as though it personally offended him.

Some of the boys didn’t even speak; they just drifted down the hallway toward their rooms like ghosts of themselves. Lights flicked on and off. Doors opened and clicked shut. The quiet hum of a late night settled over the space.

(Y/n) didn’t even try to make it to her room. She beelined straight for the couch and let herself fall onto it with a sigh that came from her soul. The cushions welcomed her like an old friend. Seconds later, she felt movement and then Jake was stretching out beside her, laying his head across her lap without a word. “Don’t think I forgot what you asked for,” she mumbled, lips quirking tiredly as she dragged her fingers through his hair. “Head scratches for a genius don’t come cheap, you know.” Jake let out a pleased hum, already melting under her touch. “Charge it to my tab.” “You’re several weeks behind,” she teased. “Worth it.”

Ni-ki passed by a moment later, ruffling his hair with one hand, phone still in the other. He leaned down to kiss the top of (Y/n)’s head, his voice soft. “Night.” “Night, Riki,” she murmured back, giving his wrist a light pat as he passed. He disappeared down the hall, bedroom door clicking shut a second later.

Meanwhile, Heeseung padded into the kitchen, hair tousled, eyes half-shut as he opened the fridge and stared into it like he wasn’t sure what he was looking for. “Water. Or juice. Or maybe both.” No one answered him, but he didn’t seem to mind. Back on the couch, Jake shifted slightly to get more comfortable, his arms curled loosely around (Y/n)’s waist, letting the silence settle between them like a blanket.

Heeseung returned from the kitchen with a glass of water in hand, the rim fogging lightly from the chill. The moment he stepped into the living room, a quiet, fond laugh escaped him. There on the couch, Jake was already snoring, his head still nestled in (Y/n)’s lap like it belonged there. Her fingers absentmindedly threaded through his hair, even though her own eyes looked heavy with sleep. She turned slightly at the sound of Heeseung’s laugh, catching his soft gaze.

He made his way over, crouching beside the couch. “You want help moving him?” he offered gently. “You’ll mess up your neck sleeping like this.” (Y/n) shook her head, a sleepy smile tugging at her lips. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.” Heeseung didn’t look fully convinced, but he didn’t press her. “Alright,” he murmured. “Still… kiss good night?” She leaned forward, lips meeting his in a slow, sleepy kiss. His hand brushed her cheek for just a second before he stood up again. “Good night, love,” he whispered. “Good night, Hee.”

He disappeared down the hallway, door clicking quietly behind him. The apartment was dim and still again, bathed in the soft hum of the refrigerator and the low, even rhythm of Jake’s breathing. (Y/n) leaned back into the couch, eyes fluttering shut, her hand still resting in Jake’s hair. Eventually, sleep claimed her too.

A few hours passed in peaceful silence. It was sometime in the middle of the night, close to 3 a.m., when Sunghoon shuffled out of his room in search of water. His eyes adjusted slowly to the living room, catching sight of the two figures still curled up on the couch. He walked over carefully, setting his empty glass down on the table with a soft clink before crouching beside them.

“(Y/n),” he whispered, brushing his fingers lightly against her shoulder. Her eyes opened slowly, a little dazed and confused. “You shouldn’t sleep like that. Your neck’s gonna hate you tomorrow.” She blinked, then winced slightly as she shifted, her neck already a bit sore. “Fair.” “I’ll lift him,” Sunghoon offered, nodding toward Jake. “You go.”

True to his word, he gently lifted Jake’s head just enough for her to slip out from under him. Jake mumbled something unintelligible but didn’t wake. As soon as she was free, (Y/n) leaned into Sunghoon, wrapping her arms around him for a grateful hug.

“Thank you,” she murmured. “You’re so warm.” Sunghoon chuckled softly, hugging her back. “You’re cold.” “Sleeping without a blanket will do that to you.” “You want mine?” he offered without thinking. She smiled against his shoulder, eyes fluttering closed again for just a second. “No. Just help me get to bed.” “Yeah, okay,” he said quietly, steadying her with an arm around her waist as they padded together down the hallway, slow and sleepy, but together.

Inside her room, (Y/n) moved toward the bed with every intention of face-planting into it fully clothed. But before she could collapse, Sunghoon gently caught her wrist. “Hey, maybe change first?” he said with a lopsided smile. “You’ve been in those clothes all day.” She blinked at him, exhausted but processing, and then let out a small laugh. “Good idea. You’re full of wisdom tonight.” He chuckled, ruffling her hair lightly. “I try.” Then, with a nod, he turned to finally retrieve the glass of water he came out for in the first place, disappearing down the hallway again.

Left alone in the room, (Y/n) dragged herself through the familiar routine, stripping out of her worn clothes and slipping into a soft, oversized pajama shirt and loose shorts. It felt better instantly, but as she stood there in the dim light, arms folded lightly around herself, she realized she was still cold. Not just physically, but in that lonely, hollow kind of way that sometimes crept in after long days.

She glanced at her bed, then at her door, and made a quiet decision. A few moments later, she pushed open the door to the room next to hers, Jay’s room. He was already asleep, curled up beneath his thick comforter, breath slow and steady. The room was faintly scented with his cologne, soft and familiar. He didn’t stir as she tiptoed inside.

This wasn’t the first time, not for her, and not for anyone in the group. Jay was notorious for sleeping like a rock, and even more so for instinctively shifting to make space the second someone crawled in beside him. It was almost routine now, unspoken.

She slid under the covers, cold feet brushing against the warmth of his legs. Just like always, even in sleep, Jay stirred, barely. One arm reached behind him and lifted the edge of the duvet higher, the other snaking around her waist as he pulled her closer with no hesitation, no awareness. Just muscle memory and comfort. He exhaled softly, almost contentedly.

(Y/n) smiled sleepily against his chest, already feeling the warmth seep into her limbs. The cold, the ache, the lingering tension from the long day it all melted away in seconds. Wrapped in the silence of the room, in Jay’s warmth and familiarity, she let herself sink fully into sleep again. Safe. Home. Loved.

The morning light filtering through the curtains was soft and golden, casting a faint glow across the room. (Y/n) stirred beneath the covers, blinking sleep from her eyes, slow and groggy.

Warmth pressed against her chest, an arm wrapped comfortably around her waist, and a steady, familiar heartbeat under her ear. She blinked a few more times and tilted her head upward, only to find herself face-to-face with Jungwon. Wait… Jungwon?

She blinked again. This was definitely Jay’s room. The familiar scent of his cologne still lingered in the air, and Jay’s guitar leaned casually against the wall in the corner, just as it always did. But nestled beside her, in Jay’s spot, was most certainly Jungwon. His eyes were already open, watching her with a soft, sleepy smile as he brushed his thumb lightly against her hip.

“Morning,” he whispered, his voice low and warm against her ear. (Y/n) stared for a second longer before huffing out a laugh. “Wait, what?” Jungwon clearly expected her confusion; he smiled wider and gently pulled her closer. “You didn’t wake up when Jay got up this morning. He had an appointment.” “Oh.” “You were sleep-talking,” Jungwon added, brushing a piece of hair from her cheek. “Kept mumbling something about not wanting to be alone.”

She groaned quietly, burying her face into his shoulder for a second. “Please tell me I didn’t sound that desperate.” He chuckled. “Not desperate. Just, cuddly.” She mumbled, eyes still half-closed. “Sleepy me is so clingy.” “No,” he said immediately, pressing a small kiss to the top of her head. “Not clingy. Just cute.” (Y/n) peeked up at him again, the corner of her mouth curling upward as her sleepiness started to dissolve. “You’re biased.” “Absolutely,” Jungwon replied with a grin, pulling her in a little tighter. “And I’m not complaining.”

Eventually, the warmth of the bed and the soft urging of Jungwon convinced (Y/n) to crawl out from beneath the covers. Still wrapped in the lingering haze of sleep, she followed him out into the hall and toward the kitchen, her steps slow, her hair a gentle mess of bed-tangles.

The scent of something sweet and fruity met them as they walked in. Sunoo was already at the table, eating his breakfast, cereal, and a plate of fresh berries beside him. He looked up as they entered, eyes immediately softening when he saw (Y/n)’s sleep-heavy expression and the way she was still leaning slightly into Jungwon’s side.

She didn’t say anything, just shuffled over and dropped into the seat beside Sunoo with a quiet sigh, resting her head against his shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. Sunoo chuckled softly, cheeks lifting with a smile. “Morning to you, too.” “Mm,” (Y/n) hummed in response, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

Without missing a beat, Sunoo plucked a raspberry from his plate and held it up to her lips. She peeked at it, then at him, and opened her mouth obediently. He popped the berry in, and she smiled around it, chewing slowly as she nuzzled a little closer into his shoulder.

Jungwon just shook his head fondly and went to grab water from the fridge. Sunoo glanced down at her again, reaching up to gently fix a stray lock of hair that had fallen into her face. “You’re always like this after a shoot day,” he said softly. (Y/n) mumbled something incoherent in agreement, and Sunoo’s smile only widened.

He loved mornings like this, the ones after long filming days where everyone was tired but happy, where the house was quiet and slow-moving, but filled with warmth. These were the little moments that made it all worth it. The teasing during shoots, the chaos of puzzles, the endless energy… they all faded into peace like this. A quiet kitchen. Berry-stained fingers. The comforting weight of someone leaning into you, trusting you with their rest.

He picked up another berry, brushing it against her lips. (Y/n) took it again, no questions asked. Yeah, Sunoo thought, these mornings were his favorite kind of routine.

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mirisss · 3 months ago

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ot7 enha reaction to femreader adopting a baby🙏

Hi sorry I don’t write anything with kids (except like younger siblings), it’s stated in my request guidelines.

Feel free to send another request with something else like maybe adopting a pet or something like that.

I don’t write things like being pregnant or having kids, it’s not my thing, sorry.

#mirisss.requests #mirisss.asks #enhypen requests

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Hello can you perhaps do a ot9 &team story whatever is okay I just want them have like a ot9 polyamorous relationship. Does this make sense?? I'm sorry for messy English and Thank you in advance. I haven't seen anything like this that's why I'm trying to request one hehe. :)

Hi! Omg of course!

And don’t worry, it wasn’t messy!

I love writing poly stuff! I hope you’ll enjoy this!

Have a great day/night, and thank you for requesting!

You can find the fic ~ Here ~

#mirisss.requests #mirisss.asks #andteam #andteam request

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&Team Poly Headcanons

&Team OT9 x gn! reader

Wordcount ≈ 1.2k

Warnings: None really,

Please reblog and comment!

Thank you for the request!

Cuddle Chaos

There is no such thing as personal space during movie nights. The living room transforms into a mountain of blankets, pillows, and limbs.

K is the designated movie selector (mostly safe choices), but Fuma always tries to sneak in horror just to watch Taki cling to someone, usually Yuma, who pretends to be brave but is equally terrified.

Maki always brings snacks he carefully arranged, only for Jo to immediately mess it up digging for the “good” popcorn.

You’ll be cuddled somewhere in the middle, sandwiched between Harua and Nicholas most of the time because they refuse to let you go.

Eventually, it’s a full-on cuddle pile, with someone always half-asleep on someone else’s chest, shoulder, or lap. The movie usually ends without anyone noticing because K, the last one awake, turns it off and throws another blanket over everyone.

Kiss Chaos

It always starts with something simple. You kiss K on the cheek before heading to the kitchen and then suddenly…

“Wait, why does K get one first?” Nicholas complains, arms outstretched like a child.

You kiss him too, and immediately Jo jumps in: “I want one too!”

Next thing you know, it’s a full-on kiss storm.

Yuma pulls you gently into a warm hug and presses a kiss to your forehead. EJ demands one on the nose “because it’s cute,” and Taki tries to get one while also being crushed under everyone else.

Harua is shy about asking, so he lingers until you notice him and cup his face for a soft kiss. He always goes red.

Maki ends it by pulling you in for a real kiss, just long enough to make everyone groan and shout, “HEY! No fair!”

It’s the most chaotic but love-filled mess of affection ever.

Culinary Chaos

The kitchen becomes a war zone every time more than two people are in it.

Maki and K try to lead things calmly, with emphasis on try. They delegate roles like a military operation: “Fuma, you chop vegetables. Taki, stir the sauce. Nicholas, no, put the oil down.”

EJ and Jo are the biggest disasters. Once, they tried to cut an avocado and ended up Googling “How to avocado???” (Had to bring it up but with a twist)

Yuma once mistook salt for sugar and confidently said, “It’ll even out in the oven.” It did not.

Harua is great at organizing but not much of a cook; he likes setting the table prettily, though.

You’re usually somewhere between helping and refereeing, sneaking spoonfuls of whatever’s ready and helping Jo clean up the flour “accident” (he swears it wasn’t him).

Despite the chaos, dinner always ends up tasting amazing, mostly because everyone’s laughing and eating together, and that’s what makes it perfect.

Crowd Chaos

During concerts, you’re hidden in the audience or backstage, and they know you’re there.

When you cheekily blow a kiss toward the stage, at least three of them react immediately.

Fuma misses a step in the choreo. Harua turns bright red but keeps smiling. EJ smirks at the crowd to play it off.

Nicholas mouths stop it with a grin while Taki waves like he’s waving to a fan (but it’s absolutely you).

Later, K scolds the group jokingly, “At this rate, you’re going to fall off stage from blushing so hard.”

Interview Chaos

Interviewer: “Do you all have someone at home that you miss when you are away?”

Taki: “Yeah! We have, uh, a part-. I mean, a hamster! We call it, Y/N. Wait, no”

The rest of the members scramble to cover it up, Fuma laughing loudly while K says, “It’s an inside joke. Our imaginary pet hamster.”

The fans are suspicious, especially when Nicholas adds, “Yeah, it bites,” and Harua hides behind a water bottle.

On-Stage Chaos

Nicholas loves sneaking winks or little heart hands your way during performances. He says it’s “for the fans,” but he looks directly at where you are.

Maki subtly sings certain lyrics in your direction, and K always spins toward your side of the audience when there’s a romantic line.

EJ throws smirks your way when the choreo gets intense.

Jo once pulled a flower from a prop and tossed it in your direction, making it look random. It wasn’t.

Backstage, Taki beams when you meet eyes. Harua can’t stop smiling for ten minutes straight after.

Birthday chaos

Birthdays are group missions. Everyone contributes something, a handmade gift, a letter, a (badly performed) song, or a special dinner.

K plans the schedule like a general. “Nicholas, you distract them. Harua, you’re on cake duty. Jo, don’t eat the frosting before it’s on the cake this time.”

Each member gives their own private moment with you, one-on-one time to celebrate how much you mean to them.

Taki writes little notes and hides them around the house for you to find. Jo records a silly voice message you play on loop.

Maki bakes something intricate with K’s help, while Fuma gets you a charm bracelet with little initials of the group.

EJ insists on serenading you, but gets interrupted halfway by Yuma crashing in with confetti and yelling, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY!!”

No matter who’s birthday it is, yours or theirs, the night always ends the same way: group cuddles, cake crumbs on shirts, laughter, and love so strong it’s almost unfair.

Anniversary chaos

Since you can’t go public, anniversaries are quiet, private, and ridiculously romantic.

One year, Nicholas recreated your first group hangout in the living room with matching clothes and playlists.

Another year, they each wrote a letter and Maki strung them into a handmade photo book.

The group keeps a secret group chat where they plan surprises together (you caught Jo looking very suspicious once and he said, “I’m… watching a cat video.”)

They do little things all week: Harua making your tea in the morning, EJ picking up your favorite snacks, Yuma letting you win at Mario Kart (probably).

At the end of it all, there’s always a whispered, “Thank you for loving all of us,” and nine pairs of arms wrapping around you tightly.

Live chaos

It started off innocent: Fuma, Jo, and EJ were casually live on Weverse, answering fan questions and showing snacks.

You, completely unaware, walked into the room behind them and said, “Babe, did you see where I put my-”

Silence

EJ’s eyes widen. Jo coughs violently into a pillow. Fuma blurts, “THAT WAS…uh. K’s voice. He’s being weird again.”

Someone (Jo) yells offscreen: “STOP MOCKING OUR VOICES, K!”

Meanwhile, you duck behind the counter in horror and crawl out like a guilty cat.

The fans immediately pick up on the voice: “That… that wasn’t any of the members??”

Comments flood the stream: “WHO WAS THAT??” “New staff?” “That sounded too soft to be K LMAO.” “Was that a girl or maybe another guy????” “They totally called someone babe?!?!”

The guys try to recover, badly. EJ starts singing, Jo opens chips, Fuma nervously mumbles about “our… vocal coach??”

They end the live early with a lot of sweating and forced laughter.

Later, you all agree: new rule, check the schedule board before entering the room.

But in the group chat that night, they’re teasing you nonstop: “Your debut as the 10th member was iconic,” – Nicholas “I’ll make your mic prettier next time,” – Yuma “So when’s your fan meet?” – Jo

Let’s just say that a poly relationship with &Team is nothing short of chaos, but it’s full of love, a lot of love, perhaps more than one can handle.

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Enha reacting to their gf (accidentally) wearing another member's clothes

Enhypen x female reader

Summary: Enhypen live together, with separate rooms of course, however, sometimes when doing their laundry, clothes end up in the wrong member's closet, something their gf is about to experience firsthand today. So, how does Enhypen react when they come home to their gf wearing another member's clothes?

Warnings: Some jealousy, some mean actions (more petty, I think), I think that’s it,

Wordcount ≈ 3.2k

~~~ Heeseung ~~~

It’s late evening when the boys return to the dorm, laughing, bickering, arms weighed down with takeout bags and convenience store snacks. The door swings open and Heeseung is the first one to walk in, his voice casual as he announces, “We’re back!”

Then he sees you.

You’re curled up on the couch, scrolling on your phone, looking entirely at ease in what appears to be an oversized t-shirt. His shirt, at least that’s what he assumes for a split second. But then his eyes narrow slightly. He recognizes that hemline. That color. That faint logo near the collar.

That’s not his shirt. That’s Ni-ki’s. There’s a flicker of something behind his calm expression, barely a flash of irritation. But Heeseung doesn’t say anything right away. He walks over, bends down to press a soft kiss to your cheek. “Hey, baby,” he murmurs, brushing your hair behind your ear. You smile, unaware of the mini storm brewing behind his gentle gaze. Then, still leaning in close, he whispers, “Come to my room for a second. I wanna talk to you.”

Your brows furrow slightly, but you nod and follow him, unaware of the quiet chaos about to unfold. As soon as the door closes behind you, Heeseung turns on his heel and yanks the shirt off you in one smooth motion. You gasp, caught off guard, arms instinctively crossing over your chest.

“Heeseung!” you exclaim, stunned. “What are you doing?!” “That’s not my shirt,” he says flatly, already digging through his drawer. “That’s Ni-ki’s.” You blink. “I-I got it from your closet! I didn’t know it wasn’t yours!” “I know,” he mutters, finally pulling out one of his own oversized tees, familiar and worn, with the scent of his cologne still lingering in the cotton. He gently slips it over your head, careful now, his initial jealousy softening.

“There,” he says quietly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “That’s better.” You’re still staring at him, flustered, as he turns back toward the bed, where Ni-ki’s shirt lies in a crumpled heap. And then, into the trash it goes.

“Heeseung!” you scold, jumping up. “That’s not yours to throw away!” He shrugs, not even looking guilty. “It was on my girl. I’m allowed.” You roll your eyes, grabbing the shirt from the trash bin. “You are so dramatic.”

A few minutes later, Heeseung returns to the living room, his arm casually slung around your waist now. But when he tosses the retrieved shirt into Ni-ki’s lap, the tension is still lingering in the air. “Here,” he says coolly. “You left this in my closet.” Ni-ki looks confused, glancing between Heeseung and the shirt. “…Oh. Thanks?”

Heeseung doesn’t say anything else. He just stares for half a second longer than necessary before walking off. Ni-ki blinks. “Did I miss something?” Sunghoon snorts. “Probably.”

~~~ Jay ~~~

The dorm is quiet for once. Some of the boys are out, a couple are napping, and Jay’s in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, carefully plating dinner for the two of you like it’s a five-star restaurant.

You walk in, barefoot, in what you think is one of his shirts, a loose, white cotton tee that smells a bit like fabric softener and something citrusy as well as a white mini-skirt. You love wearing his clothes, and he usually loves seeing you in them. Actually, he’s kind of obsessed with it.

Normally, he’d have that smug smirk. He’d wrap an arm around your waist, whisper something like “You look better in my clothes than I do”, and start calling you his princess until you’re red in the face. But today? Nothing.

He glances up briefly when you enter, gives you a small nod, then goes right back to stirring something in a pan. You blink. “Hey,” you say slowly, walking further into the kitchen. “You okay?” “Yeah,” he replies, not even turning around. That’s when it really hits you, he hasn’t said a word about the shirt. No flirting. No clinginess. No playful comment about how cute you look in it. Just silence.

Weird. You pad up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, cheek pressed to his back. “You like my outfit?” you ask, tone light and teasing. Jay pauses. “No.” You blink. Pull back just enough to look up at him. “No?” He finally turns to face you, arms crossed, a look on his face that’s somewhere between offended and resigned. His eyes flick to the shirt again.

“That’s not mine,” he says simply. “It’s Jake’s.” Your jaw drops. “Wait, what? No way. I got it from your drawer.” “We all did laundry together this week. I guess some stuff got mixed.” You burst out laughing. “So you have been acting weird because I’m wearing Jake’s shirt!”

“I haven’t been acting weird,” he says quickly. You raise a brow. He avoids your eyes. “Okay. Maybe a little.” You smile, stepping in closer, wrapping your arms around his neck now. “You’re seriously sulking over a t-shirt, Jay?” “No,” he mutters, slipping his hands around your waist, “I’m sulking because my girlfriend is walking around in Jake’s shirt and smiling like she’s in a commercial.”

You giggle and lean up to kiss his cheek. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.” “I’m not jealous,” he lies. You kiss him again, this time properly, slow and sweet, until his shoulders finally relax and his mouth curves into a soft smile. “I’ll change,” you whisper, brushing your nose against his. “But only if you promise to stop acting like a stranger.” “I’ll only stop,” he whispers back, “if you wear mine for the rest of the week.” “Deal.”

Later, Jake walks into his bedroom to find his t-shirt folded neatly on his bed, smelling faintly of Jay’s cologne. He doesn’t ask. He just knows.

~~~ Jake ~~~

Jake loves a lot of things: his members, his music, his dog, snacks, but nothing quite compares to how much he loves you. More specifically? You, in his clothes.

He’s made it a habit to beg, literally beg, you to wear his hoodies, his t-shirts, even his socks if he’s feeling dramatic. There’s something about seeing his girlfriend wrapped up in his scent, looking cozy and soft and completely his, that just melts him.

So when he gets home that night, tossing off his shoes and calling out a cheerful, “Baaabyyy, I’m home!” he’s fully expecting to see you flying into his arms. And you do. Almost. You peek your head out from the hallway, grinning, wearing a hoodie that’s a little oversized, sleeves hiding your hands.

But then his expression changes. His steps slow. His arms, half-raised for a hug, drop slightly. Because that? That’s not his hoodie. His smile falls into a full pout. His usual sunshine eyes dim into puppy dog sadness. You walk over, noticing instantly that something’s off. “Jake? What’s wrong?” He doesn’t say anything at first. Just stares at the hoodie like it personally betrayed him.

“Do you hate me?” You blink. “What?” His bottom lip actually trembles. “You must. You’re not wearing my clothes. That’s Sunghoon’s hoodie.” You glance down, shocked. “Wait, it is?! I thought this was yours!” He gasps softly, placing a hand dramatically over his chest. “You mean, you couldn’t tell? Mine has the little rip near the sleeve! Mine smells like vanilla and heaven and devotion!”

You try not to laugh. “Jake-” “No, no, it’s okay,” he sighs, already turning away. “You probably like Sunghoon’s better. I get it. He’s got good taste. His hoodie’s probably warmer or something-” You grab his wrist, spinning him back toward you. “Stop it, you big baby.”

He looks down at you, eyes still wide and mopey. You cup his face in your hands and lean up to give him a long, slow kiss, one that has him blinking in surprise, then melting into you like butter in a microwave. When you pull back, you smile. “Now, can you take me to your room so I can wear your hoodie instead?” His eyes light up immediately. “Really?” “Really really.”

Jake doesn’t waste a second. He grabs your hand and practically drags you to his room, fishing out one of his softest, most well-loved hoodies. As soon as you slip it on, he practically tackles you into bed with a grin.

You spend the rest of the night cuddled up, his arms around your waist, nose buried in your shoulder as he mumbles, “See? You’re warmer in mine anyway,” You giggle, burying your fingers in his hair. “I’d wear a trash bag if it smelled like you.” Jake groans. “Now you’re gonna make me cry again.”

~~~ Sunghoon ~~~

Sunghoon steps into the dorm, tired from practice but instantly energized when he sees you waiting in the living room. Without hesitation, he crosses the room in a few strides and wraps you in a warm, tight hug, burying his face in your hair.

“I missed you,” he whispers softly into your ear. You smile, melting into his arms. But when you pull away from the hug, Sunghoon’s eyes flick down and freeze. The shirt you’re wearing is definitely not yours. It’s definitely not his. It’s bright, a bit oversized, and unmistakably Sunoo’s. For a moment, a flicker of jealousy twists in his chest.

He doesn’t want to make a scene. Not in front of the other members who might be around. So instead, he keeps his tone calm and low, even though the tight grip of his hands around your waist lingers just a second longer than usual.

“Come with me,” he says quietly, tugging you gently by the hand toward the kitchen. You follow him, curious. Sunghoon opens the fridge, pulling out a carton of juice, and pours a glass for you both. He hands you the glass with a small smile, and then, accidentally, a little too clumsily, some juice spills across your shirt.

Your eyes widen in shock. “Sunghoon! Oh no, my- no, your shirt” He shrugs with innocent puppy eyes. “I’m sorry. I guess it’s time for you to change. Besides, it’s not my shirt, it’s Sunoo’s,” You glance down, watching the red stain spread across the front. It’s Sunoo’s favorite white shirt, you finally recognized it, and now it was marked with a bright splash. Sunghoon bites his lip, trying to hide a smile. “Maybe you can wear mine instead?”

Later, when you find out he did it on purpose, you can’t help but tease him mercilessly. “Three days with no kisses,” you declare, crossing your arms and giving him a playful glare. Sunghoon’s eyes go wide, and he instantly turns pouty. “What?! That’s unfair!”

You giggle as he runs off to find Sunoo, begging for forgiveness and hoping the punishment gets lifted. Sunghoon returns a little while later, cheeks flushed, holding Sunoo’s stained shirt wrapped carefully in a plastic bag. He kneels down in front of you, eyes hopeful. “Please,” he whispers, “kiss me? Just once? I promise to do all the laundry.” You grin and pull him in for a soft, forgiving kiss, watching the jealousy melt away into warmth and laughter.

~~~ Sunoo ~~~

Sunoo steps into the dorm, excited to see you after a long day. He spots you right away, lounging casually in an oversized shirt that looks familiar but not quite right. He blinks twice and his eyes widen. That’s Jungwon’s shirt. And not just any shirt, but one that looks like it’s been pulled straight from Jungwon’s sporty, casual wardrobe, definitely not Sunoo’s sleek, trendy style.

His lips press into a thin line. Sunoo takes a slow step toward you, and the moment you look up, he’s already pouting, arms crossed dramatically. “Why are you wearing that ugly shirt?” he asks, voice thick with mock offense. You blink, genuinely confused. “Wait, that’s your shirt. Why are you calling it ugly?” “Because,” he says, flicking a hand like he’s delivering a royal decree, “it’s not my style. And if you’re going to wear my stuff, it better be something good, you know, fashion-forward.”

He’s already plotting his next move, unwilling to let this slight slide. You try to laugh it off, but Sunoo is determined. He doesn’t stop pouting or dramatically sighing until you finally agree to change out of Jungwon’s shirt and into one of his own stylish, carefully selected pieces. Once you do, he practically tackles you with kisses, dozens of them, each one more insistent than the last. “See?” he murmurs between kisses. “Much better.”

Later that day, Jungwon walks past his bed and notices his shirt folded neatly… with a little note pinned on top. “Keep your ugly stuff away from my girl, thanks.” He chuckles, shaking his head. Sunoo might be dramatic, but he’s definitely his own brand of adorable.

~~~ Jungwon ~~~

Jungwon never gets jealous. He’s said it more than once, casually and confidently, because it’s true. He trusts you completely. Even when strangers flirt with you or his members playfully cling to you, he never bats an eye. He knows where your heart lies, and his is with you, without a doubt. But even the most composed hearts can waver sometimes.

It’s a quiet afternoon at the dorm when he walks into his room, expecting to find it empty or maybe you napping. What he doesn’t expect is to see you curled up on his bed, reading a book, the sleeves of an oversized hoodie draping over your hands.

At first, it warms him. You look so peaceful. But then he stops. That hoodie. It’s navy blue. A little worn. Faintly stitched at the bottom hem with a name. Jay. Jungwon’s heart dips.

He doesn’t say anything at first. Just stands there in the doorway, his fingers curled loosely at his sides, his gaze fixed on you in silence. It’s not anger, not really. It’s something quieter, smaller. A weird ache in his chest.

You glance up at him, instantly noticing the shift in his expression. “Wonnie?” you say, closing the book. “Everything okay?” He forces a small smile, steps inside, and sits beside you. “Yeah,” he says, but his voice is too soft. Too careful. You study him, eyes narrowing slightly. “What’s wrong?” He hesitates, then exhales. “That’s Jay’s hoodie.”

You look down, startled. “Wait, seriously? I grabbed it from your closet, I thought-” “I know,” he says quickly, shaking his head. “It’s not your fault. I think our laundry got mixed again.” You frown, setting the book aside. “I’ll change-” “No, you don’t have to,” he says again, though his eyes betray him. “It’s not a big deal. I just didn’t expect it to bother me. I guess it did.”

Your heart squeezes a little. Jungwon, your ever-steady, gentle boyfriend, is actually jealous? You give him a small smile and lean forward, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re allowed to feel stuff, you know. Even things you don’t usually feel.” He doesn’t say anything, but his arms wrap around your waist and hold you tighter than usual.

A few minutes later, you reappear in his favorite gray hoodie, the one you always say smells like him. He looks up, and his face lights up with something warmer, more at peace. You climb into his lap, snuggling into his chest. “Better?” He kisses the top of your head, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “Much.”

Jungwon returned the hoodie to Jay a few days later, after washing it again, saying that it must have ended up in the wrong pile. Jay thanks him. Jungwon didn’t need to say anything or look at Jay weird because he knew your heart belonged to him, no matter whose shirt you accidentally end up wearing.

~~~ Niki ~~~

Ni-ki has always had a cool, unfazed image. He’s the chill one, the youngest who knows how to keep his emotions in check. But behind closed doors, when it’s just the two of you, he’s anything but cold. He’s soft. A complete cuddlebug. Someone who craves your warmth, your touch, your presence. But he’s also a little territorial. Okay, a lot.

It comes from years of sharing everything, rooms, clothes, food, even sleep schedules. So now that he finally has things of his own, you being the most important one of all, he doesn’t want to share anymore.

So when he walks into the living room after practice, expecting to see you maybe scrolling on your phone or waiting for him with a snack and a movie ready to be played, what he doesn’t expect is to find you sitting on the couch right beside Heeseung. Too close. Laughing as you nudge his shoulder, fingers furiously tapping at the video game controller in your hand.

And to top it all off, you’re wearing a shirt. Not your own. Not Ni-ki’s. But Heeseung’s. He recognizes it immediately, the faded black lettering on the sleeve, the loose fit, the color slightly too pale to be his. Heeseung’s. And you’re wearing it while sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with him doing the exact thing you and Ni-ki usually do together.

Two things. Two reasons. Two flames to fuel the sudden flare of jealousy in his chest. His jaw clenches. He doesn’t say anything until the game ends, until Heeseung celebrates his win and you laugh beside him, clueless to the way Ni-ki’s eyes are locked on you, burning.

Without a word, Ni-ki steps forward, grabs your hand, and pulls you up from the couch. “Come with me.” You barely manage a surprised “Wait-Ni-ki?” before he’s guiding, no, dragging, you down the hallway and into his room, the door clicking shut behind you.

You turn to face him, breath a little caught, and you can’t deny how hot he looks right now, his brows furrowed, eyes dark, the tension rolling off him in waves. You open your mouth to speak but he doesn’t give you the chance. He presses you back against the door, one hand planted firmly beside your head. The other trails lightly down the fabric of the shirt you’re wearing, thumb tugging at the hem.

He considers saying something. Considers cutting the shirt right off you. But he doesn’t. Instead, his voice comes out low, and a little rough. “I don’t like sharing.” You blink. “The shirt? I’m sorry, I should’ve-” He cuts you off. “No. Not just the shirt, even if it’s his shirt and not mine,”

He exhales through his nose, finally letting himself look vulnerable. “I don’t like sharing you,” he says quietly. “Not with him. Not with anyone. Especially not like that.” Your heart softens instantly. It’s not just the shirt. It’s the game. The laughs. The attention.

You reach up, brushing your fingers through his hair. “Ni-ki, baby you don’t have to share me. I’m yours, you know that.” He still looks pouty, but some of the tension melts from his shoulders. “Then wear my shirt. Play games with me.” You smile and lean up to kiss him, slow and gentle. “Fine. But only if you let me win.” He pulls back, smirking now. “Not a chance.”

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