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i love u sm pls dont die

Holy shit its nauljise

I love you

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can you do a Jay(enhypen) fanfic inspired by Zayn Maliks Pillow Talk plspls

Pillowtalk

Jay x reader

Warnings: slightly suggestive themes, arguments

Genre: romance, hurt/comfort, angst

A/n: holy craaapppp

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The apartment was dimly lit, the only glow coming from the city lights bleeding through the curtains. The room felt thick with tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken words.

Jay stood near the window, his back to you, fingers running through his hair in frustration. “I don’t get it,” he muttered, his voice rough. “Why do we always end up like this?”

You exhaled sharply, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Because you never listen, Jay,” you shot back, your voice quieter but just as sharp. “You shut me out when things get hard. And I’m just supposed to wait?”

He turned then, his dark eyes locking onto yours. There was fire in them—frustration, exhaustion, love. “It’s not like that,” he said, stepping closer. “I just—” He sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t know how to handle things sometimes.”

The air between you crackled. It wasn’t the first time you’d argued, and it wouldn’t be the last. Your love was intense, passionate, burning too brightly sometimes. But no matter how hard you clashed, you always found your way back.

“I don’t want to fight,” he admitted, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable. “I just want you.”

Your breath hitched as he closed the distance, standing between your legs, his hands resting on your waist. His touch was hesitant, like he was scared you’d pull away.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you let your fingers trail up his arms, feeling the tension coiled beneath his skin. “Then stop pushing me away,” you murmured.

Jay exhaled shakily, leaning his forehead against yours. “I don’t mean to.” His thumb brushed over your hip, a silent apology, a plea. “You’re the only thing that makes sense to me.”

The fight didn’t matter anymore. The space between you disappeared as his lips met yours, desperate and raw. He kissed you like he was afraid you’d disappear, like he needed you to breathe.

And maybe he did.

Fingers tangled in his hair, you pulled him closer, pouring everything into the kiss—the frustration, the love, the silent promises. When he pulled away, his lips were swollen, his breathing uneven.

“Stay,” he whispered, his voice breaking slightly. “Don’t leave when things get messy.”

Your fingers trailed down his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your touch. “I’m not going anywhere,” you promised. “But you have to let me in.”

Jay swallowed hard before nodding, pressing another soft, lingering kiss to your lips. “Okay.”

And just like that, the storm settled. Because no matter how intense things got, no matter how much fire burned between you, you always found your way back.

Together.

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hiii, can you do a fanfic - Jake from Enhypen as your long distance boyfriend and it’s the first time meeting up after a long time of doing long distance?

Closer than ever

Jake x reader

Warnings: none really

Genre: comfort, fluff

A/n: running through these requests like a mf track star

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You had imagined this moment a thousand times. What it would feel like to finally see Jake again—not through a pixelated screen, not through blurry FaceTime calls with time zones working against you, but in real life.

And now, here you were, standing in the middle of a crowded airport, your heart pounding so hard you swore he’d hear it before he even saw you.

Then, through the sea of travelers, your eyes locked.

Jake froze for a split second, his carry-on bag hanging loosely from his hand, before his entire face lit up. You barely had time to react before he was moving, weaving through the crowd with long, eager strides. And then—warmth.

His arms wrapped around you, solid and real, pulling you against him like he’d never let go. The familiar scent of his cologne, mixed with the faint traces of airport air, filled your senses. His body molded against yours, and for the first time in what felt like forever, everything felt right.

“You’re real,” you mumbled against his shoulder, voice slightly muffled.

He let out a breathless laugh, squeezing you tighter. “I was about to say the same thing.”

You pulled back just enough to look at him, taking in every little detail—the way his hair was slightly messy from travel, the soft tiredness in his eyes that melted the moment he saw you, the way his lips curled into a small, tender smile just for you.

“I missed you so much,” you whispered.

His hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing against your skin like he was memorizing every inch of you all over again. “Me too. More than I can even explain.”

For a while, neither of you moved. The world around you blurred into white noise as you stood there, holding each other in the middle of the bustling airport.

Then Jake pulled back slightly, his eyes twinkling with excitement. “Come on,” he said, lacing his fingers with yours. “I have somewhere I want to take you.”

The car ride was quiet but comfortable, filled with small glances and soft smiles exchanged between red lights. Jake’s hand never let go of yours, occasionally giving it a reassuring squeeze, as if making sure you were really there.

“Where are we going?” you asked, watching the city lights blur past the window.

He grinned. “Somewhere special.”

It wasn’t long before he pulled into a parking lot near a small hilltop park. The moment you stepped out, the crisp night air wrapped around you, carrying the distant hum of the city below. Jake grabbed a blanket from the backseat and motioned for you to follow him up the short trail.

When you reached the top, your breath hitched.

The entire skyline stretched out before you, city lights twinkling like fallen stars. It was breathtaking.

Jake spread the blanket out on the grass and sat down, patting the spot next to him. “I found this place last time I was here and thought… I’d wait until I could bring you.”

You smiled, heart swelling as you sat beside him. “It’s perfect.”

For a while, you both just sat there, soaking in the view, shoulders touching. The months of distance, of longing and late-night calls, felt like a distant memory now.

Jake turned to you, his expression softer than ever. “Being away from you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

You nodded, knowing exactly how he felt. “But we made it.”

His fingers intertwined with yours, a silent promise. “Yeah, we did.”

Then, with a gentle tug, he pulled you closer until your head rested against his shoulder. The night stretched on around you, but at that moment, time didn’t matter.

Because finally, after all those months apart, Jake was right here.

And neither of you planned on letting go.

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can u pls do a hurt-comfort with soobin from txt

Breathe

Soobin x reader

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

Warnings: mentions of anxiety

A/n: omggg requests i love itt!!!

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The rain hadn’t stopped all evening. It drummed softly against your window, a steady rhythm that should have been calming—but tonight, it only made the silence feel heavier.

You curled up tighter on the couch, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Today had been one of those days where everything seemed to pile up at once. Work had been exhausting, your phone buzzing with emails and unread messages, and your mind had been clouded with a dull, aching stress you couldn’t quite shake.

A deep sigh escaped your lips as you glanced at your phone, debating whether to reply to the concerned texts you’d ignored. Before you could decide, the screen lit up with a new message.

Soobin: Still awake?

You hesitated, fingers hovering over the keyboard before you finally replied.

You: Yeah.

The response came almost immediately.

Soobin: I’m outside.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Scrambling off the couch, you pulled the blanket tighter around yourself as you hurried to the window. Sure enough, there he was—standing on the sidewalk, hood up, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie. The soft glow of the streetlamp illuminated the raindrops that clung to his hair and shoulders.

A mix of warmth and guilt spread through your chest. You hadn’t meant to make him worry.

Without a second thought, you grabbed your jacket and rushed to the door. The cold air bit at your skin as you stepped outside, but you barely noticed. Soobin looked up at you, his lips curving into a soft, almost relieved smile.

“You’re going to get sick,” you murmured, eyeing the damp hoodie clinging to him.

He shrugged. “I’ll be fine.” His gaze searched yours, gentle and unwavering. “I was worried about you.”

Something in his voice made your throat tighten. You wanted to say you were fine, that he didn’t need to come all this way, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, you let out a small, shaky breath.

Soobin’s expression softened. Without hesitation, he stepped forward and pulled you into his arms. His hoodie was damp, but he was warm—comfortingly warm. The familiar scent of him, a mix of fresh rain and something undeniably him, wrapped around you like a second blanket.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured, resting his chin lightly atop your head. “Just let me stay for a while.”

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his hoodie as you let yourself relax against him. The steady rise and fall of his chest, the quiet sound of his breathing—it all made the tension in your body slowly ease.

After a long moment, Soobin pulled back just enough to look at you. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You hesitated, then shook your head. “Not right now.”

He nodded as if he understood perfectly. “Okay.” He took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Then let’s go inside. I’ll keep you company.”

A small smile ghosted your lips for the first time that day.

With his hand still in yours, you led him inside, the warmth of his presence chasing away the lingering cold. The rain still fell outside, but somehow, it didn’t seem quite as heavy anymore.

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can you do a quick fanfic about Maki from &Team, it can be fluf, smut, whatever just not angst

10:10

Genre: highschool au, fluff

Warnings: none

A/n: tysm for this!!! Request more this is so fun!!

The rooftop of your high school wasn’t exactly a secret hideout, but it was your favorite place to escape when the hallways felt too loud. You leaned against the railing, watching the city stretch out in the distance, the evening sky painted in soft hues of purple and blue.

"You always sneak up here after class," a familiar voice teased.

You turned to see Maki stepping through the rooftop door, his backpack slung over one shoulder. His school blazer was slightly wrinkled, his tie loosened like he had just rushed up here.

"You always follow me," you shot back, smiling.

He grinned, coming to stand beside you. "Maybe I just like the view."

You rolled your eyes. "Cheesy."

"Accurate," he corrected, nudging your arm playfully before leaning against the railing next to you. The wind tousled his hair, making him look even softer in the golden light of sunset.

A comfortable silence settled between you two until Maki pulled out his phone. "Wanna hear something?"

You raised a brow as he scrolled through his files before pressing play. A soft melody filled the air—a recording of him humming a song, layered with his own voice harmonizing. It was raw but beautiful, each note floating up into the sky like a quiet confession.

"I was messing around with this in music club today," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess it kinda made me think of you."

Your heart skipped a beat. "Maki…"

"You don’t have to say anything," he added quickly, his usual confidence faltering. "I just—I guess I wanted you to know."

Smiling, you rested your head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his blazer against your cheek. "Then I guess you should know," you murmured, "that I love it. And… I think you're my favorite view, too."

His breath hitched, but then he relaxed, his head leaning gently against yours. The sky above darkened, the first stars beginning to appear. And for once, the rooftop wasn’t just a quiet escape—it was the place where something new, something soft and warm, had begun.

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Make you mine

Jaehyun x reader

Valentines / birthday special

Warnings: none

Genre: romance and fluff

A/n: it's you birthday today (today!!)

Valentine’s Day had always been a day of love, but for you, it held even more significance—it was also Jaehyun’s birthday. And if anyone deserved to be celebrated, it was him.

You had spent weeks planning the perfect evening, something that wasn’t just about romance but also about him���his warmth, his quiet strength, the way he made every ordinary moment feel special.

When Jaehyun arrived at your place that evening, dressed in a cozy sweater and jeans, his dimples appeared the moment he saw you. “Hey, Valentine,” he greeted, his voice smooth as he pulled you into a tight embrace.

You smiled, resting your head against his chest for a moment, savoring his familiar scent—clean, warm, and comforting. “Hey, birthday boy.”

Jaehyun chuckled, his arms still wrapped around you as he swayed slightly. “You didn’t have to do anything big. Having you here is already enough.”

You rolled your eyes, pulling away just enough to look at him. “Yeah, yeah, but I like spoiling you. Just let me, okay?”

He exhaled dramatically, playing along. “Fine. I’ll allow it.”

Taking his hand, you led him inside, where the living room had been transformed into a cozy sanctuary. Warm fairy lights glowed softly, candles flickered on the table, and the scent of his favorite home-cooked meal filled the air. But the real surprise sat at the center—a small projector set up in front of the couch.

Jaehyun raised an eyebrow. “What’s this?”

You grinned. “Sit down and find out.”

He obeyed, his curiosity piqued. As the video began playing, soft music filled the room, and the screen flickered to life with clips of him—some he didn’t even know you had captured.

There was Jaehyun laughing in the car, eyes crinkled as he belted out an off-key song. There was him shooting hoops at the park, focused yet relaxed. Moments of him cuddled up on the couch, sleepily murmuring about how much he loved you. And in between, short messages from his closest friends and family played, each of them wishing him a happy birthday and telling him just how much he meant to them.

Then, your voice came in at the end, over a clip of him looking at you with soft, adoring eyes.

"Jaehyun, happy birthday! You’re not just the love of my life but also my best friend. Every day with you is special, but today, I hope you feel just how loved and cherished you are—not just by me, but by everyone who knows you. I love you, always."

When the video ended, the room was silent except for the hum of the projector. Jaehyun sat there for a moment, staring at the now-black screen, before turning to you. His brown eyes were glistening slightly, though he tried to mask it with a deep breath.

“You really did all this for me?” His voice was soft, almost in disbelief.

You reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. “Of course, I did. You do so much for everyone else, Jaehyun. You deserve to be reminded of how much you mean to us—to me.”

He let out a deep breath before pulling you into his lap without warning, wrapping his arms tightly around you. His warmth enveloped you, and his heartbeat thudded steadily against your ear.

“I don’t know how I got so lucky with you,” he murmured, voice slightly muffled as he buried his face in your hair.

You smiled, running your fingers through the soft strands at the nape of his neck. “I was just about to say the same thing.”

He pulled back just enough to tilt your chin up, his gaze flickering between your eyes and lips before he pressed a lingering kiss to your mouth. It was slow and deep, filled with emotion—gratitude, love, and something unspoken but understood between you.

When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours. “Best birthday ever.”

You giggled, your fingers tracing absentminded patterns on his shoulder. “Best Valentine’s Day ever.”

Jaehyun’s dimples appeared again as he smiled, shaking his head fondly. “You know what? Let’s make this a tradition. Every year, just you, me, and moments like this.”

Your heart swelled at the thought. “Deal.”

And as the night stretched on—filled with laughter, shared bites of cake, and whispered ‘I love you’s in the dim glow of fairy lights—you knew one thing for sure: Jaehyun wasn’t just your Valentine or the birthday boy. He was your forever, and every year, you’d remind him of just how much he was loved.

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Happy Valentine’s Day & Happy Birthday, Jaehyun!

[nuyhado3o]

My girl

Mark Lee x reader

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff/slightly angst

Wc:450

A/n: VALENTINES DAY SPECIALLLL!!!!

You weren’t expecting much this Valentine’s Day. Mark had been busy with promotions, and though he always made time for you, you knew how exhausted he was. So, when he texted that morning with a simple "See you later?", you assumed it would be a quick meet-up, maybe coffee if he wasn’t too tired.

But as you entered your favorite little music studio—a place where Mark often took you to share his demos and late-night thoughts—you were met with soft fairy lights, a warm glow illuminating the room.

And there he was.

Mark stood by the mic, guitar in hand, a sheepish yet excited grin spreading across his face. “Hey,” he said, almost shyly. “You made it.”

You laughed. “Of course, I did. What’s all this?”

He strummed a few chords, his fingers moving instinctively over the strings. “I, uh… I wrote you something.”

Your heart stuttered.

Mark wasn’t the type to make big romantic gestures—not because he didn’t care, but because he showed his love in the little things. The way he checked if you’d eaten, how he always sent you songs that reminded him of you, the way he held your hand absentmindedly while talking about his day.

But this? A song, just for you? This was different.

He took a breath and started singing.

"When the days feel long and my heart feels heavy,

You're the light that pulls me through the dark.

Every love song leads me back to you,

Like a melody, you’ve become my favorite part."

His voice was raw, full of emotion, and every lyric felt like a love letter.

You didn’t realize you were crying until Mark finished the last note, setting his guitar aside to reach for you. His thumbs brushed your cheeks, a chuckle escaping him. “I was aiming for a happy reaction, you know.”

You laughed, sniffling. “This is a happy reaction, you idiot.”

Mark grinned, leaning in to press a soft kiss against your forehead. “So… did I do okay?”

You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him close. “Mark Lee, you just gave me the best Valentine’s Day ever.”

He squeezed you back, murmuring against your hair, “Good. ‘Cause you deserve it.”

And in that little music studio, with only soft lights and his love song surrounding you, you realized—this wasn’t just a Valentine’s Day gift. This was a piece of his heart, and he had given it to you completely.

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Happy Valentine’s Day with Mark Lee!

[nuyhado3o]

Untitled #1

Hyunjin x afab!reader

Warnings: smut, kinda cringe tbf, it's a pt.2 to Bermuda Triangle, p in v, lit hitting it raw

Summary: After surviving the dating scandal, you and Hyunjin finally find some peace. But with your careers still in the spotlight, stolen moments become even more precious—leading to nights filled with whispered promises, gentle touches, and love that refuses to be hidden.

Pt.1

The world still watched you. The cameras still followed. But somehow, against all odds, you and Hyunjin had made it through.

The scandal had died down, buried under newer, more sensational headlines. Neither of your companies had outright confirmed or denied the rumors, leaving fans to draw their own conclusions. Some believed you were nothing more than close friends. Others were convinced your relationship had ended. But the truth lay in the quiet moments—when the world wasn’t watching.

Like now.

A soft breath escaped your lips as you leaned against Hyunjin’s chest, the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat calming you. The two of you lay tangled together on his couch, the dim glow of the city lights casting shadows through the large windows. Rain tapped lightly against the glass, the sound mixing with the slow, lazy music playing in the background.

“We should probably be more careful,” you murmured, fingers tracing small patterns on his arm.

Hyunjin hummed, his lips pressing a lazy kiss against your temple. “Probably,” he agreed, though the way his fingers skimmed over your waist told you he wasn’t thinking about being careful right now.

You smiled, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. His dark eyes held a warmth that sent a shiver down your spine—a look that was entirely reserved for you.

“You’re staring,” you teased.

“I can’t help it.” His voice was quiet, husky. “You’re beautiful.”

Your cheeks warmed at his words, and Hyunjin grinned, clearly pleased by your reaction. He never missed a chance to remind you how much he adored you, whether through whispered confessions, lingering touches, or the way his gaze softened whenever you were near.

He shifted slightly, rolling onto his side so he could properly face you. His fingers tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear before trailing down your jaw. His touch was featherlight, but it sent a thrill through you nonetheless.

“You have no idea how hard it is,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your brows furrowed slightly. “What is?”

“Being around you all the time and not being able to do this.”

Before you could respond, his lips met yours in a slow, lingering kiss. His hand cradled the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he deepened the kiss. The warmth of his body pressed against yours, his scent—something clean and intoxicatingly familiar—wrapping around you.

The world outside didn’t matter. Not the cameras, not the fans, not the ever-present risk. Right now, it was just you and him.

His lips left yours only to trail soft kisses along your jaw, down the column of your neck. A shaky breath escaped you, your fingers tightening around his shirt as he hovered over you.

“Hyun…” you murmured, your voice breathless.

He pulled back slightly, his lips curving into a smile as he took in your dazed expression. “I love when you say my name like that,” he mused, brushing his nose against yours.

You rolled your eyes playfully, though your heart still pounded in your chest. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it.”

You did. You loved him—every ridiculous, infuriating, breathtaking part of him.

His fingers trailed lazily down your side, his touch sending electricity through your skin. He wasn’t rushing, wasn’t pushing. Just savoring the moment. And that was what made it all the more intoxicating.

You let yourself melt into him, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pulled him back down into another kiss. This one was softer, slower—filled with unspoken promises.

'I've been waiting for this all day'

he whispered, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. He rose from the couch, his tall frame moving with a grace that belied his strength. Gently, he took your hands in his, his warm palms soothing against your cold skin.

'Let's make tonight about us and forget the world outside.'

You smiled, your eyes glistening with unshed tears. The past few months had been a blur of stress and anxiety, but Hyunjin's unwavering support had kept you grounded.

'I want that more than anything'

You replied, your voice soft and full of emotion. As if in silent agreement, you moved closer, your bodies gravitating towards each other like magnets. Hyunjin's fingers intertwined with yours, and he pulled you gently, leading you towards the bedroom. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the walls, creating an intimate atmosphere as you walked side by side.

'You're breathtaking'

he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your cheek, then your jawline, sending tingles down your neck.

'I need you'

You whispered, your voice barely audible.

Hyunjin responded by capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. His mouth moved with urgency, as if he had been longing for this moment for an eternity. You melted into him, your hands sliding up his broad chest, relishing the feel of his muscles beneath your palms. His kiss was a promise, a declaration of his love and desire, and you returned it with equal fervor.

Breaking the kiss for air, Hyunjin trailed soft kisses along your jawline, down your neck, eliciting a soft moan from you. His hands roamed over your body, mapping every curve, as if he were learning you all over again. He unbuttoned your blouse, his fingers deft and gentle, revealing your delicate lace bra.

'Please'

You whispered, your voice laced with need.

Hyunjin obliged, his mouth claiming yours once more as he skillfully removed your blouse and bra, baring your upper body to his hungry gaze. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses as he worshipped your body with his touch. He unhooked your skirt, letting it fall to the floor, and stepped back to admire you.

'You're perfect'

he whispered, his voice rough with desire.

Standing before him in nothing but your underwear, You felt vulnerable yet empowered by Hyunjin's intense gaze. His eyes roamed over you, taking in every inch of your body, making you feel like the most desirable woman alive. Hyunjin stepped forward, his body pressing against yours, and you could feel his arousal against your stomach. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands roamed freely over your curves. Your hands found their way to his belt, and you began to unbuckle it, eager to return the pleasure he was giving her.

'I want you'

he rasped, his voice thick with desire. He lifted you into his arms, carrying you to the bed, and laid you down gently. He stood for a moment, taking in the sight of you, his eyes dark with passion.

Your heart raced as you watched him undress, revealing his sculpted body. He joined you on the bed, his skin warm against yours, and they kissed hungrily, their bodies aligning perfectly. Hyunjin's hand slid down your body, his fingers slipping beneath her panties, finding your wetness.

'You feel so good'

he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. He teased you, building your desire, until you were squirming beneath him, begging for more.

Hyunjin positioned himself between your thighs, his hardness pressing against your entrance. He looked into your eyes, seeking permission, and you nodded, your eyes filled with love and trust. Slowly, he entered you, filling her with a sensation that was both familiar and thrilling.

'I love you'

he panted, his voice strained as he fought for control.

'I love the way you feel around me.'

'I love you too. This is where I belong.'

Your pace quickened, driven by the intensity of their emotions. Hyunjin's movements became more urgent, his body demanding release. You matched his rhythm, your nails digging into his back, urging him on. Your breath mingled, your hearts racing, as they soared towards the peak of pleasure.

With a final, powerful thrust, Hyunjin buried himself deep within you, and you both cried out, your bodies trembling as they reached their climax together. You held each other tightly, your hearts pounding in unison, as the waves of pleasure washed over you.

As their breathing slowed, Hyunjin rolled onto his side, pulling you close, your bodies still entwined. He kissed your forehead, your cheeks, and your lips, savoring the taste of you.

'You're incredible'

he murmured, his voice filled with wonder.

'So are you'

You whispered, tracing his features with your fingertips. Hyunjin held you tighter, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.

'We'll get through anything as long as we have each other. Our love is stronger than any scandal.'

In that moment, you knew your love would endure, no matter what challenges lay ahead. As you lay in each other's arms, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of your embrace and the whispered promises of a love that would last a lifetime.

A/n: THIS IS SO SHITTYYYYY THIS IS SO SHIT DONT EVEN READ IT IM SERIOUSSSSS. Keep me away from smut don't let me write ever again jesus.

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Bite Me

Sunghoon x background dancer!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: As a background dancer for ENHYPEN’s Bite Me, you’re used to staying in the shadows—until you're paired with Sunghoon. The choreography is intimate, but during the live performance, every touch and glance feels charged with something more. Afterward, he subtly hints at feeling it too, leaving you wondering if it was just the adrenaline. In rehearsals, the unspoken tension lingers until he finally asks if you felt it as well. When you admit you did, he confesses he hasn’t stopped thinking about it. As practice resumes, his parting words—"Let’s dance again soon"—make you realize this might be more than just a performance.

The bass reverberated through the stage floor, matching the pulse pounding in your ears. The arena lights dimmed, and the murmurs of the crowd hushed into anticipation. This was it—the moment you had spent months preparing for.

As a background dancer, you were used to fading into the backdrop, blending in to highlight the artists you performed with. But tonight felt different. Maybe it was the song, the intricate choreography, or the electrifying atmosphere.

Or maybe, it was because of Park Sunghoon.

You swallowed hard as you moved into position, a few steps away from where the ENHYPEN members stood. Your eyes instinctively found Sunghoon in the dim lighting, his head slightly lowered, focus unshaken. Even in stillness, he exuded a presence that was impossible to ignore.

The first beats of Bite Me filled the arena, and like clockwork, you moved. Every step, every breath was timed to the music, your body flowing through the choreography with practiced precision. The adrenaline surged through your veins, making everything sharper—the roar of the crowd, the heat of the stage lights, the sound of your synchronized footfalls.

Then came your moment.

As the chorus hit, you stepped forward, directly into Sunghoon’s space. The routine demanded proximity—fleeting touches, eyes locked, a seamless connection that blurred the line between performance and something deeper.

You had rehearsed this part dozens of times, but under the intensity of the live stage, something about it felt... different.

Sunghoon’s fingers brushed against your wrist as you spun, a ghost of a touch that sent a shiver up your spine. It wasn’t intentional—it was just the choreography. But as your gazes met for a split second, there was something in his eyes that made your breath hitch.

Was it just the performance? Or was there something more?

The crowd screamed as the song continued, and you forced yourself to focus. You couldn’t afford to mess up, not when every movement had to be perfect. But Sunghoon made it difficult.

His presence was magnetic, his every move executed flawlessly. He danced with precision, power, and an effortless grace that made it impossible to look away. And every time your bodies came close—his hand ghosting over your waist, your shoulders almost brushing—you swore you felt a charge in the air.

As the final notes rang out, the routine ended with all of you frozen in place. Sunghoon’s breath was slightly uneven, strands of his dark hair clinging to his forehead. His gaze flickered to you, lingering for just a second longer than necessary before the stage lights cut out.

The moment shattered. The audience erupted in cheers, and the members moved off-stage, their adrenaline-fueled energy palpable. You exhaled, realizing only then how fast your heart was racing.

Just as you turned to head backstage, a voice stopped you.

“You were amazing out there.”

You looked up to see Sunghoon standing beside you, a bottle of water in his hand. His tone was casual, but there was something unreadable in his expression.

“Thanks,” you said, taking a sip from your own bottle. “You too. Not that that’s surprising.”

A small smile tugged at his lips, and he let out a soft chuckle. “That obvious?”

You shrugged, the post-performance high making you bold. “You’re kind of impossible to ignore on stage.”

For a moment, he said nothing, simply watching you. Then, almost too quietly, he said, “I could say the same about you.”

Your breath caught, but before you could respond, someone called his name from across the room. He gave you one last glance before jogging toward his members, leaving you standing there, heart still hammering in your chest.

Maybe it was just the adrenaline. Or maybe, just maybe, that look meant something more.

Rehearsals were grueling. The excitement of the live performance had worn off, replaced with the relentless demands of perfecting every move for future stages. You didn’t mind, though. Dancing was your passion, and moments like these reminded you why you loved it.

Still, there was one thing that made rehearsals a little more... distracting.

Sunghoon.

Ever since that night, something had shifted. It was subtle, but undeniable. The way he caught your eyes in the mirror during practice. The way he lingered a little longer than necessary when adjusting positions. The way his fingers brushed yours more often than they should.

You told yourself it was nothing. Just in your head. But then—

“Take a break, guys!” The choreographer clapped, signaling a pause in practice. You exhaled, grabbing your water bottle when someone suddenly appeared beside you.

“Hey.”

Sunghoon.

You turned to him, slightly out of breath. “Hey.”

There was a brief silence before he spoke again, voice softer this time. “Can I ask you something?”

You nodded.

“That night—after the performance. Did you...” He hesitated, eyes searching yours. “Did you feel it too?”

Your stomach flipped. “Feel what?”

He exhaled, almost like he was gathering his thoughts. “The energy. When we danced. It didn’t feel like just a performance to me.”

The confession sent a jolt through you. You had tried convincing yourself it was nothing, that the chemistry was all part of the act. But hearing him say it out loud made it real.

“I... I don’t know.” You swallowed, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “Maybe.”

A small smile ghosted his lips. “Maybe?”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Okay. Yeah. I felt it.”

Sunghoon let out a quiet chuckle, something warm flickering in his eyes. “Good. Because I’ve been thinking about it ever since.”

Your heart pounded as his words sank in. He wasn’t just talking about the dance.

The instructor’s voice suddenly rang through the studio. “Break’s over! Back to positions!”

Sunghoon took a step back, but before he returned to his spot, he leaned in ever so slightly. “Let’s dance again soon,” he murmured.

You barely had time to process his words before the music started up again. But as you moved into position—directly across from Sunghoon—you knew one thing for sure.

Dancing with him wasn’t just a performance.

It was something else entirely.

A/n: ONCE AGAIN WROTE IT ALL IN CHAT ACCIDENTALLY, had this idea come up really shockingly. Anyways new parts of my Jake book are out and recs are open

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hiphop stiiielll

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I like guys that are pretty like girls …

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My tempo

Bang Chang x afab!reader

Warnings: SMUTTT!!!!MDNI!!!!, manhandling, hair pulling, MANHANDLINGG, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it yall), Chan has his tempo and he is serious abt it.

Summary: You wait backstage after your boyfriend Chris's incredible concert. Your intense attraction leads to a passionate and steamy encounter in a dressing room. Your connection promises more fiery moments in the future.

As the pulsating beats of the final song reverberated through the packed arena, You stood backstage, your heart racing with anticipation. She was the girlfriend of Chris, the charismatic and wildly popular idol who had just delivered an electrifying performance. The crowd's roars of approval echoed in your ears, but your focus was solely on the man who owned her heart.

Your eyes scanned the stage, searching for Chris amidst the chaos of the crew dismantling the set. Finally, you spotted him, his tall, muscular frame striding towards the wings with an air of confidence and raw energy. His dark hair was slick with sweat, and his piercing gaze scanned the backstage area until it landed on you. A devilish smile curved his lips as he approached, his eyes holding a promise of pleasure and passion.

"You were incredible out there," you whispered, your voice hoarse with desire. Chris's performance had been nothing short of mesmerizing, his powerful vocals and hypnotic stage presence captivating thousands of adoring fans. But now, you wanted him all to yourself.

Chris chuckled, his deep laugh sending shivers down your spine. "Baby, you ain't seen nothin' yet," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. "I've been waiting all night to have you alone."

Without warning, he grabbed you by the waist, his strong hands possessive and demanding. You gasped as he lifted you effortlessly, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. The rough fabric of his jeans brushed against your inner thighs, igniting a fire deep within your core.

"Chris, put me down," you protested weakly, even as your body betrayed you, craving his touch. He laughed again, his breath hot on your neck, and carried you towards an empty dressing room, his strides purposeful and determined.

The door slammed shut behind you, the sudden silence broken only by their heavy breathing. Chris pinned you against the wall, his body caging you in, and claimed your lips in a fierce, hungry kiss. You tasted the salt of his sweat and the sweetness of his desire as his tongue invaded your mouth, demanding submission.

You moaned into his mouth, your hands gripping his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin. You could feel his erection, hard and insistent, pressing against your through their layers of clothing. Chris's kiss deepened, his tongue stuling with yours, and his hands roamed over your body, mapping your curves with urgency.

With a growl, he tore his mouth from yours and began to strip you, his fingers deftly unbuttoning your blouse. He peeled the fabric from your shoulders, exposing your lace bra and the swell of your breasts. "You're so fucking beautiful," he rasped, his eyes dark with desire.

Your cheeks flushed with pleasure at his words, your nipples hardening beneath the thin lace. Chris's hands cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing over your sensitive peaks, eliciting a soft gasp from you. He squeezed gently, rolling your nipples between his fingers, and you arched into his touch, craving more.

"Please, Chris," you begged, her voice breathless. "I need you."

He grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, you'll have me, baby. But first, I wanna hear you scream my name."

Chris lowered his head, his lips trailing hot kisses down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in your wake. He nipped at your sensitive skin, his teeth grazing gently, before sucking hard, marking you as his own. Your head fell back against the wall, your eyes fluttering shut as waves of pleasure washed over you.

His hands traveled lower, unzipping your skirt and pushing it down your hips, leaving you clad only in your lingerie. Chris's fingers traced the lace waistband of your panties, teasing you, before dipping beneath the fabric to find your wetness.

"So fucking wet," he growled, his voice thick with need. "You've been thinking about this all night, haven't you?"

You could only nod, your breath coming in short gasps as his fingers delved into your folds, stroking you clit with expert precision. He thrust two fingers inside you, his thumb circling your entrance, and you moaned, your hips thrusting forward, seeking more friction.

"That's it, baby, ride my hand," he encouraged, his breath hot against your ear. "But I wanna hear you beg for my cock."

Chris's fingers worked you relentlessly, his thumb rubbing your sweet spot with each thrust, driving her closer to the edge. Your body trembled, your knees weak, as you teetered on the precipice of orgasm.

"Please, Chris, I can't take it anymore," you pleaded, your voice hoarse. "Fuck me, please."

With a low, satisfied chuckle, Chris withdrew his hand, leaving your body throbbing with need. He stepped back, his eyes never leaving yours, and quickly shed his clothes, revealing his chiseled physique and the thick, throbbing length of his cock.

Your mouth went dry at the sight of him, your body aching to be filled. Chris grasped you by the waist and lifted you again, positioning you against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist.

"You ready for this?" he growled, his voice rough with desire.

You nodded, your eyes locked on his. "Yes, Chris, please."

With one swift thrust, he impaled you, filling you completely, his cock stretching you to the limit. You cried out, your head thrown back, as a mixture of pleasure and pain coursed through you. Chris's hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place, as he began to move, his hips snapping forward, driving into you with relentless force.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he grunted, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "Tight little pussy, made for my cock."

Your hands clutched at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as he pounded into you, his pace relentless. The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with your heavy breathing and moans.

Chris leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot and ragged. "You like that, huh? My big dick pounding your sweet pussy?"

"Yes, Chris, yes," you panted, your body trembling with each thrust. "Harder, please, fuck me harder."

He obliged, his hands tightening on your thighs, his grip almost painful as he slammed into you, his cock hitting your sweet spot with each powerful stroke. Your orgasm built, a coiling tension in your core, as Chris's words and actions pushed you closer to the edge.

"That's it, baby, come for me," he urged, his voice hoarse. "Let me feel that tight pussy milking my cock."

His words were her undoing. Your body convulsed around him, your inner walls clenching and releasing as your orgasm crashed over you. You cried out, your head thrown back, your long hair cascading down your back. Chris continued to thrust through your climax, his pace never faltering, his own release building.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good," he groaned, his voice strained. "I'm gonna come, baby, gonna fill you up."

His words spurred you on, and Your body responded, your inner muscles clenching around him, milking his cock as he pumped his hot seed deep inside you. Chris's body stiffened, his hands gripping your thighs tightly, as he emptied himself into you, his breath coming in harsh gasps.

For a moment, you remained frozen, your bodies joined, hearts pounding in unison. Chris's forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours, as you savored the aftermath of your passionate encounter.

"That was fucking incredible," he whispered, his voice hoarse with satisfaction. "You're amazing, baby."

You smiled, her body still buzzing with pleasure. "You're not so bad yourself, Mr. Superstar."

Chris chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You ain't seen nothin' yet.This is just the beginning."

As he gently lowered you to the floor, you knew that their night was far from over. Chris's insatiable desire and your own craving for his touch would fuel your passion, ensuring that this backstage encounter was just the first chapter in your steamy, erotic story.

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Love talk

Warnings: kissing, makeout

Summary: At a glamorous party, the protagonist shares a charged connection with Wi Ha-joon. As they escape to a quiet balcony, their playful conversation turns into an intimate, passionate kiss. The chemistry between them is undeniable, and as the night unfolds, they both sense that this is just the beginning of something deeper and more intense.

wc: ~1.5k

The low hum of the music seemed to vibrate through the entire room, a soft, sensual rhythm that made it almost impossible not to move with it. You leaned against the cool marble countertop, watching the people around you—laughing, talking, dancing—but none of it seemed to catch your attention. Your focus was entirely elsewhere.

The rich, amber glow of the chandelier above caught in the reflections of your glass, the red wine swirling lazily as you took a delicate sip. The party was luxurious, with every detail carefully crafted for perfection, but there was something missing for you. That is, until you noticed him.

Across the room, under the soft lighting, he stood. Wi Ha-joon. The way he carried himself, so effortlessly handsome in his dark suit, made it clear he was used to the attention. But it wasn’t the way others looked at him that drew your gaze—it was the way his eyes, dark and unreadable, were fixed on you.

For a brief moment, time seemed to slow. His intense stare made you feel as if you were the only person in the room. His lips twitched into a small smile, one that made the corner of your mouth curve in return.

You didn’t look away, not even when the subtle smile on his face grew more pronounced. There was something magnetic about him, a quiet confidence that made him impossible to ignore.

The group of people he was conversing with began to drift apart, and without missing a beat, he made his way toward you. Every step he took seemed calculated, yet effortless, and you couldn’t help but notice how the air around you seemed to thicken, charged with something unspoken.

“Quite the crowd tonight,” he said smoothly, his voice low and warm, carrying a hint of playfulness.

You met his gaze, tilting your head slightly as you set your glass down on the counter. "Mm, it’s a little much for me,” you admitted, a sly smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “I was thinking of finding somewhere quieter.”

He took a step closer, his presence filling the space around you. “I can’t blame you. It’s a bit overwhelming,” he said, his voice dipping lower. You could feel the slight warmth of his breath as he leaned in just a touch closer, his scent—a mix of cologne and something earthy—drifting in the air between you.

The intensity in his gaze deepened, and your heart skipped a beat. “And what about you?” you asked, your voice soft, almost teasing. “What brings you here?”

His lips curled into a smirk. “Curiosity,” he said, his eyes never leaving yours. “Curiosity about you.”

The words hung between you, thick with meaning. The way his gaze lingered on your lips told you everything you needed to know—he wasn’t just being polite. He wanted more. You could feel it in the space that separated you, the unspoken promise of something more thrilling, more intimate.

Before you could respond, he placed his hand lightly at the small of your back. The warmth of his touch sent a ripple of heat through you, and without thinking, you found yourself leaning into him just a little. It was subtle—almost imperceptible—but the way his fingers brushed against your skin made the space between you seem impossibly small.

“I think I know somewhere,” he murmured, his fingers grazing over the fabric of your dress, sending shivers up your spine.

The low murmur of the crowd around you seemed to fade as he guided you through the party. He moved with quiet confidence, and you, almost against your will, followed. The tension between you both was palpable, the kind that builds slowly and steadily until you can’t tell whether it’s the anticipation of what's to come or the heat of his proximity that makes your heart race.

When you stepped out onto the balcony, the cool night air hit your skin like a gentle kiss, but it did little to cool the fire building inside you. The city stretched out below, its lights twinkling like a thousand stars, and for a moment, you felt like you were the only two people left in the world.

“This is better,” you said softly, turning to face him. You could hear the faint beat of music coming from the party inside, but it felt distant now. All you could focus on was him—the way he stood before you, so sure of himself.

“Much better,” he agreed, his voice low, almost velvety. His eyes roamed over your face, settling on your lips with such intensity that you couldn’t look away.

You took a step closer to him, your breath catching in your throat as his hand slid from your back to your waist. “I’m glad you think so,” you replied, your voice a whisper now.

For a heartbeat, there was silence. The air between you both grew thicker, charged with an undeniable energy. You could feel his pulse, steady and strong, mirroring your own as your chest rose and fell with the rhythm of your breath.

Then, as if drawn by some invisible force, his lips were on yours. It was slow at first, almost tentative, as if he was gauging your reaction. You responded instinctively, your lips moving with his in a soft, sensual rhythm. The kiss was intoxicating, like a long drink of something smooth and rich, a warmth spreading through your body with every second.

His hand slipped to your neck, fingers gently cradling your jaw as he deepened the kiss. You felt the heat of him—his body pressed so close to yours, the slight burn of desire creeping through your veins. His kiss was tender, but there was a hunger in it, a need that seemed to match the pulse of your own desires.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and with a flush rising to your cheeks, he remained close. His forehead rested against yours for a moment, the air between you still thick with longing.

“You’re…” he started, voice hoarse, “unbelievable.”

You chuckled softly, running your fingers through his hair, tugging him closer just slightly. “I could say the same about you,” you replied, your voice still hushed but full of meaning. “It’s almost unfair.”

He smirked, eyes sparkling in the dim light. “I don’t mind,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. “I’m more than willing to give you everything you want.”

A shiver ran down your spine at his words, the heat between you only intensifying. The way he said it, so confidently and with such certainty, made something inside you ache with need.

“You’re very confident,” you teased, your voice playful but laced with the same hunger you could see mirrored in his eyes.

“I have every reason to be.” His voice was low and serious now, a quiet tension hanging in the air. He leaned in again, his lips brushing the soft curve of your neck. The feeling of his mouth on your skin made your pulse spike, and you fought to keep your composure.

“I’ve been thinking about this all night,” he murmured against your skin, sending a shiver of pleasure through you.

“Really?” You tilted your head slightly, allowing him more access as your breath hitched in your throat. “And what exactly have you been thinking about?”

His lips moved to your ear, and you felt his breath against your skin as he whispered, “About how long it would take for me to kiss you like this. To make you feel everything I’m feeling right now.”

You were sure the world could see the heat in your cheeks as you met his gaze, a mixture of desire and amusement in your eyes. “And?”

He smiled—a slow, confident smile that made your heart race all over again. “And I think I’ve waited long enough.”

Without another word, his lips found yours again. This time, there was no hesitation, no questioning. It was pure, raw, and desperate. And you, caught in the moment, let go of any lingering doubts, losing yourself to the kiss, to the night, to him.

When the kiss finally ended, you were both breathless, the sound of your rapid heartbeats filling the space between you. His hand cupped your face gently, his thumb tracing your cheek as if committing every detail to memory.

“This,” he whispered, his voice soft but insistent, “is just the beginning.”

And you couldn’t help but agree.

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Bermuda triangle

Hwang Hyunjin x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Two idols, Hyunjin from Stray Kids and the reader, fall in love while keeping their relationship secret. When a photo leaks, rumors swirl, putting their careers at risk. They must choose between denying their love to protect their futures or fighting for each other, no matter the cost.

wc: ~4k

Pt.2 , smut

You weren’t supposed to be here.

The soft glow of the city lights filtered through the curtains, casting shadows across the dimly lit penthouse. The world outside was still awake—fans scrolling through social media, reporters hunting for the next big story—but inside this room, time had slowed. Hyunjin lay beside you, his arm draped lazily over your waist, holding you close even in sleep. His breath was steady, his lips slightly parted, strands of hair falling over his closed eyes.

You wished moments like these could last forever.

But they couldn’t.

Your phone vibrated against the nightstand, and your stomach tightened at the sight of the message from your manager.

"Where are you?"

A sharp inhale caught in your throat. You had snuck out of your dorm just to see him, fully aware of the risk. If anyone found out, it wouldn’t just be your career on the line—it would be his, too.

Hyunjin stirred beside you, his brows furrowing as he blinked awake. "What’s wrong?"

You hesitated, then showed him the screen. His expression darkened as he sat up, running a hand through his messy hair.

"You should go before they start looking for you," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

You didn’t want to. Leaving him always felt like tearing away a piece of yourself. But you nodded anyway. "I’ll text you when I get back."

Hyunjin cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing gently across your skin. "Be careful, okay?"

You gave him a small, wistful smile before slipping out of bed, grabbing your hoodie and mask before disappearing into the night.

---

You had barely made it back to your dorm before everything spiraled out of control.

The next morning, the internet was in chaos.

"Stray Kids’ Hyunjin Spotted with Mystery Girl—Dating Rumors Explode!"

Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at the blurry photo splashed across the news sites. It was you—leaving his apartment, hood pulled low over your face. It wasn’t a clear image, but it was enough to send fans into a frenzy. The speculation was endless. The comments brutal. Some were supportive, but many weren’t. Accusations of betrayal, of being unprofessional, of using Hyunjin for clout flooded every platform.

You barely had time to process it before your manager stormed in, shoving a phone into your hands. "We’re handling this, but you need to keep quiet. Do you understand?"

You swallowed hard. "What does that mean?"

"It means the company is denying everything. No statements, no explanations. If it gets worse, we might have to… rethink things."

Rethink things.

You knew exactly what that meant.

Your hands trembled as you scrolled through the articles. You hadn’t even gotten the chance to talk to Hyunjin yet, but you already knew his company would be forcing him to do the same—deny, deflect, pretend.

That was how the industry worked.

---

The days that followed were a blur of headlines, whispers, and confusion. The pressure weighed heavily on you. You found yourself scrolling through the comments on your posts, some encouraging, some hateful. The messages from fans were mixed—some praised you, others cursed your name. One thing was clear, though. No matter what you did, no one seemed to want to see the truth.

One night, as you sat in your dorm room, the door creaked open, and there he was.

Hyunjin. Standing in the doorway, looking every bit the idol he was. But tonight, he didn’t have the usual glimmer of confidence in his eyes. His gaze was soft, weary, and filled with concern.

"Can I come in?" His voice was gentle, as though afraid his presence would break something fragile.

You nodded, your throat tight as you pushed aside the unease gnawing at you. "Of course."

He closed the door behind him and slowly crossed the room, settling beside you on the bed. You could see the tension in his posture, the weight of everything resting on his shoulders.

"I hate this," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "The way everything’s being handled. I don’t want you to think that I’m trying to push you away."

You shook your head quickly. "You’re not," you whispered, voice cracking. "I just... I don't know what to do anymore."

Hyunjin reached for your hand, holding it between his. His touch was warm, grounding. "We’ll figure it out. I promise."

Tears welled in your eyes. You didn’t want to lose him. You didn’t want to lose everything you had worked for, either. The two of you had kept things under wraps for months now. The late-night phone calls, stolen glances, hidden dates—it had all felt worth it. But now, with the world watching, things felt more complicated than ever.

"They’re making us deny it, Hyunjin," you said, your voice trembling. "Your company is probably going to make you say it was all a misunderstanding. Mine, too."

He let out a long breath. "I don’t want to deny you. I don’t want to lie about what we have."

You squeezed his hand. "Then we won’t. We’ll handle this together. Even if it means we have to keep it quiet for a while. I don’t care about the rumors. I care about you."

Hyunjin’s eyes softened. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You’re the only thing that matters."

---

Days turned into weeks, and the situation didn’t improve. The tabloids buzzed with new rumors, but there was always a lingering uncertainty. Both of your companies continued to deny any romantic connection, and you and Hyunjin both played along with the narrative. Fans continued to speculate, but the two of you stayed silent. Every time you found yourselves in public together, it was like walking on eggshells. Even the smallest touch had to be carefully hidden. Each glance was a stolen moment. But every time your eyes met across a crowded room, a spark ignited in your chest.

You never stopped fighting for him, even if the world wanted you to stay apart.

One evening, when the two of you finally had a rare break from your hectic schedules, you found yourselves alone in a quiet café away from prying eyes. The buzz of conversation and clinking of mugs around you felt comforting, almost like a small slice of normal.

Hyunjin leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of his coffee. "Do you ever wish we could just... disappear for a while? Go somewhere where no one knows who we are?"

You smiled, your heart aching at the thought. "All the time. But I think we both know that’s not an option."

He reached across the table, his fingers brushing yours. The simple touch sent a wave of warmth through you. "Maybe not. But I’d go anywhere with you, if it meant we could be ourselves."

You held his hand tighter, the weight of the world outside slipping away. "We’re not giving up on this, Hyunjin. We’re stronger than they think."

His eyes sparkled, a glimmer of hope dancing in them. "As long as I have you, I’ll fight for us."

---

In the end, the rumors eventually died down. The industry had moved on to the next scandal, and the two of you were left to pick up the pieces. But the love you shared never wavered. No longer bound by the shadows, you and Hyunjin found your way back to each other, slowly but surely.

The moments you shared, though once fleeting, became more real, more powerful. Late-night walks without the fear of being seen. The stolen kisses that had once been carefully hidden became public, as you learned to let go of the fear that had kept you both in hiding.

And for the first time, you allowed yourselves to just be.

Love was worth the wait. Even when the world tried to pull you apart, you stood by each other, knowing that what you had was worth more than any spotlight could ever offer.

A/n: accidentally wrote all of this shit in chat font, forgive me but I'm NOT about to delete the whole thing☺️🙏

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I'm so tired but if you care enough to check out my wattpad series about Sim Jaeyun from Enhypen, it's kinda cool🤷‍♀️

Blood Moon

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풀어

Gong Yoo x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: A photoshoot with Gong Yoo takes an unexpected turn as you’re asked to pose together, bound by tape marked DANGER. What begins as a bold concept soon turns into a slow-burning moment of intense attraction, blurring the lines between professional and personal.

wc: 2k

You always knew dating someone like Gong Yoo would come with certain surprises. Unexpected schedule changes, whirlwind trips, long months apart. But when he casually mentioned Marie Claire wanted you in his upcoming photoshoot, you realized there were still some things you weren’t prepared for.

It was early morning when he told you, your body still wrapped in the warm cocoon of his sheets, his fingers lazily tracing circles on your bare shoulder.

"They want to do something different this time," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

You made a soft, inquisitive sound, not fully awake yet.

His fingers paused. "They want you in it."

That jolted you upright. "What?"

Gong Yoo turned onto his back, one arm tucked behind his head, watching your reaction with an amused expression.

"They think a shoot with both of us would be interesting," he explained. "Something raw. Intimate."

Your brows furrowed. "I’m not a model, Yoo."

His lips twitched. "You don’t have to be. You just have to be you."

You sighed, leaning against the headboard. "And what exactly do they want us to do?"

He hesitated, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his gaze. "The concept is… bold."

You narrowed your eyes. "How bold?"

Gong Yoo finally sat up, reaching for his phone. He scrolled for a moment before turning the screen toward you. The mock-up reference photo showed a man and woman, their hands bound together with thick black tape labeled DANGER. The pose was intense—like they were caught between resistance and surrender.

You swallowed. "That’s… dramatic."

He chuckled, dropping his phone onto the nightstand. "It’s just an artistic concept."

You weren’t sure if just artistic was the right way to describe it. The image practically pulsed with tension. The way the models leaned into each other, the way their bodies curved instinctively toward one another, as if drawn by an invisible force. It wasn’t explicit, but it felt deeply, unmistakably intimate.

"Are you sure about this?" you asked quietly.

Gong Yoo reached for your hand, lacing his fingers through yours. "Only if you are."

You sighed. Trusting him had never been difficult.

"Fine," you murmured. "But if I look ridiculous, I’m blaming you."

He grinned, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "Deal."

You arrived at the studio early, your nerves barely contained beneath the cool exterior the stylists had given you. The outfit was sleek—minimalistic but striking—something that made you look like you belonged in a high-fashion spread. You barely recognized yourself in the mirror.

Gong Yoo arrived shortly after, effortlessly magnetic even in something as simple as a fitted black shirt and dark pants. The moment he saw you, he stopped mid-step, his gaze dragging over you in slow appreciation.

"You look…" He exhaled a soft laugh, shaking his head. "Incredible."

You rolled your eyes, but your pulse stuttered at the way he was looking at you.

Before you could respond, the photographer clapped his hands together. "Alright, let’s get started!"

The set was dimly lit, moody shadows cast against concrete walls. A large chair sat in the center, its dark leather contrasting starkly with the bright white DANGER tape being prepped by the crew.

"We’ll start separately," the photographer explained, adjusting his camera. "Yoo, sit in the chair. Look at her like you need her. Like she’s the only thing keeping you from breaking."

Your breath caught at the instruction. Gong Yoo only smirked, slipping into character effortlessly.

And God, was it unfair.

Even just sitting there, with his legs spread slightly, one arm draped over the chair’s back, he looked like temptation itself. His eyes, dark and smoldering, locked onto you with an intensity that made your stomach tighten.

You swallowed hard. How were you supposed to survive this shoot?

The first shots were easy enough. A few moody, distant poses. You looking away, him looking at you. Then came the DANGER tape.

They started with his hands first, wrapping the black and white strips around his wrists, then threading it between his fingers. You watched as he flexed his hands, testing the restraint, his jaw tightening just slightly.

Then it was your turn.

The stylist wound the tape around your wrists, careful not to make it too tight, but snug enough to look real. The photographer stepped back, tilting his head.

"Good. Now, sit on his lap."

You stiffened. "What?"

The photographer chuckled. "It has to look natural. Like you’re trapped together, but neither of you really wants to escape."

A muscle in Gong Yoo’s jaw twitched, but he said nothing, simply waiting for you.

You exhaled, stepping forward. He spread his knees slightly, making room for you, his hands still bound.

"Come here," he murmured, his voice quiet but firm.

And just like that, the tension changed.

You hesitated for only a moment before settling onto his lap. His body was warm beneath you, solid and steady. His bound hands rested on your waist, fingers flexing slightly.

The camera clicked.

"Now, lean in," the photographer instructed. "Just a breath away."

You obeyed, your face inches from his. Gong Yoo’s eyes flickered to your lips, his fingers tightening ever so slightly.

The air between you thickened.

The camera kept flashing, but the world outside this moment didn’t seem to exist anymore.

"You okay?" he murmured, low enough that only you could hear.

You swallowed, nodding. But you weren’t sure it was the truth.

"Last one," the photographer called. "Yoo, tilt your head—almost like you’re going to kiss her, but don’t."

He moved, so, so close that his breath fanned over your lips. Your pulse roared in your ears.

The final click of the camera sounded deafening.

"Perfect," the photographer exhaled. "That’s a wrap."

You barely registered the words. Gong Yoo’s gaze hadn’t shifted, his hands still resting lightly on your waist.

Slowly, he leaned in—not quite a kiss, but close enough to make your breath catch.

"You should do photoshoots with me more often," he murmured, his lips just brushing the corner of your mouth.

Your heart stuttered. "I think that would be dangerous."

He smiled against your skin.

"Exactly."

A/n: woah woah woaaaah, yei yei yeaaah

[nuyhado3o]

Lost in the lights

Gdragon x fem!reader

Warnings: party, alcohol

Genre: nun serious but fluff at the end

Synopsis: Navigating life with G-Dragon during his "bad boy" phase means balancing between the world of flashing lights and the quiet moments only you two share. As the chaos of fame swirls around him, he always finds his way back to you—his anchor in a world that never stops spinning.

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Dating G-Dragon meant living in two different worlds.

By day, Ji-Yong was quiet, thoughtful—sketching in his notebook with his glasses slipping down his nose, curled up in an oversized hoodie that made him look smaller than the superstar the world saw. He’d hum half-written lyrics while lying with his head in your lap, cigarette smoke curling in the air as he absentmindedly traced circles on your skin.

By night, he was G-Dragon. The life of the party. The untouchable icon.

And you? You were somewhere in between, balancing on the edge of his chaos.

“Stay close to me,” he murmured, fingers lacing through yours as you stepped into the club. It was always like this—cameras flashing, whispers trailing behind him, people pushing just to be near him. But no matter how loud the room got, he always kept you anchored at his side.

VIP tables, expensive champagne, bass shaking the floor beneath you. He moved through the crowd like he owned it, greeting high-profile friends with a lazy grin, his arm draped casually around your waist. But even as the night raged on, you could feel it—the way his grip tightened, the way his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Wanna get out of here?” you whispered, lips brushing against his ear.

He glanced at you, something unreadable flickering in his gaze. Then, without a word, he took your hand and led you through the chaos—past the flashing lights, past the people calling his name.

Minutes later, you were both in the backseat of his car, parked on an empty street with the city glowing in the distance. He leaned back, exhaling a slow breath as he ran a hand through his messy blonde hair.

“Too much?” you asked softly, watching him carefully.

He let out a quiet laugh, tilting his head toward you. “Too much.”

You reached for him, fingers brushing against his cheek, and just like that, the tension in his shoulders eased. He leaned into your touch, his lips ghosting over your palm before pressing a lingering kiss there.

“I don’t care about all that,” he admitted, voice low, tired. “The parties, the people… None of it feels real.”

You knew. You’d always known.

“You’re real,” he continued, gaze locking onto yours. “You’re the only thing that feels real.”

And in that moment—just the two of you, hidden away from the world—you knew that no matter how wild the nights got, no matter how untouchable G-Dragon seemed to everyone else… Ji-Yong would always come back to you.

A/n: shot n sweet, quick little post!