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with @theeprotector .

Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Joaquin Nin, featured in Reunited: The Correspondence of Anais and Joaquin Nin, 1933-1940

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[hoonquette]

can't hold back the words, enhypen.

【 confessions 】 f ! r 𓈒 fluff f2l + 2726wc ── incl. mentions of drinking and being drunk jealously somewhat proofread writing.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ LEE HEESEUNG

lee heeseung is.. well, he’s a romantic person at heart. you shouldn’t know that, but you do. he likes to give you flowers, he’s always letting you borrow his hoodie, he even goes out of his way to buy you your favorite foods. the way he treats you is completely different than what someone should treat a friend and you can’t help it when your heart starts to beat faster when he asks if you want to go on a simple walk.

it’s late, the darkness making it colder than what it had been earlier, and he had given you his hoodie after seeing you without one. you put your hands into the pocket, messing with the paper that heeseung had left in there as the two of you walk around the park near your apartment complex.

the conversation between you two had died out a few seconds earlier, but you didn’t think much of it. being with heeseung was easy, you didn’t need to be speaking about anything to enjoy your time with him. you sigh, looking up towards the sky. the moon is dark, so you can actually see the stars for once. you smile, kicking a pebble down the pathway.

“the stars are really pretty.” you hum, not really saying it for him to hear, but he does you regardless.

“you’re pretty too.”

your steps falter, and you feel your feet become heavier as heat rushes to your face. when you look at him, he’s looking back at you with the softest look you’ve ever seen.

it makes your heart stutter, and you worry that you’re going to say something stupid. it feels like all the words in your mind have left you. thankfully, you manage to remember a couple and let out something not embarrassing, “thank you.”

it comes out quiet and rushed, but heeseung smiles nonetheless, bumping his shoulder into yours. “wanna know something?”

“tell me.”

“i really like you a lot. just.. everything about you makes me crazy.

it may seem shallow, but you aren’t surprised. it wasn’t like it was some big secret, but it still feels nice to hear him say those words out loud. removing your hands from the hoodie’s pocket, you go to hold his, intertwining your fingers together. it’s a silent acceptance, for now you’ll just enjoy this moment in the dark.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ PARK JONGSEONG

jay had been giving you attitude since the moment he picked you up from the library, and quite frankly, you were tired of it. you had no idea what you did for him to be so curt towards when a few hours ago he was acting like the sweet man you had become accustomed to. 

“come on.” he pulls open his car’s door for you, letting you get out before he grabs your bag and slams the door shut. 

well, at least he’s not being a complete dickhead.

he doesn’t wait for you, walking away and leaving you to catch up to him. when you eventually do, you tug on his wrist to get him to stop. “seriously, what’s your problem?”

“nothing.” he sighs, “sorry. i’m being stupid. i don’t know.”

“uh, yeah. what happened?” you let go, watching as his eyes flit down to where you had been holding onto him.

he opens his mouth, closing it, and then opens it again. you wait patiently, silently urging him to gain whatever courage he needed to tell you what his issue is. jay is your best friend, and you can’t stand him being upset, even if it’s over something stupid.

“i got jealous.”

you tilt your head in confusion, “what? jealous of what?”

“of the guy that was with you.” he looks away, rubbing the back of his neck. “you were laughing with him and stuff, and i got jealous.

“oh.”

it wasn’t what you had been preparing yourself to hear, that’s for sure.

“wait, why?”

he looks at you like you have two heads and you frown in return. it’s not like you asked him anything crazy— you simply wanted to know why he would get jealous of you fake-laughing at a terrible joke.

when he realizes you aren’t going to let him get away without answering, he sighs for a second time. “because i like you. i want to be the only one making you laugh like that.

that’s— you have no words at this point. the only thing that you can think of is that you like him too, that you want to date him. you’re still a little annoyed with him, though, so you don’t give him an explicit answer.

“it wasn’t a real laugh. i laugh differently when i’m with you.” you smile at him. “you are the only one who can make me laugh.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ SIM JAEYUN

you stand awkwardly, messing with the strap of your bag as you wait for jake by his car. the two of you had been getting into his car when a girl asked if she could talk to him.

jake might be a little dense, but you aren’t. you know what she wants, you could see it from the nervous smile on her face and the subtle blush as she played with her hair. she likes him, and jake smiled back, turning to tell you he’ll be right back.

you’re kicking at the ground when you see his shoes coming towards you. you notice that he’s alone and you feel relieved— maybe he rejected her. when you look up, however, all that relief disappears. he has the biggest grin on his face. there’s no way he would be smiling like that if he rejected someone.

“what happened?”

he waves you off, “nothing. she just wanted my number.”

“did you give it to her?”

he shakes his head, and you feel the relief flood back into you. somehow, this whole twenty-second exchange helped you realize that you can’t just stay friends with jake, god forbid, someone confesses to him, and he accepts. you want to be the person that he dates.

jake pulls open his car door for you, and you slide in, bouncing your leg in anticipation. maybe it isn’t a great thing to confess to him after someone else halfway did, but as the saying goes— you never know what you have until it’s gone.

you don’t want to live the rest of your life wondering what could have happened and you’re positive if you don’t do it now, you won’t do it ever. you just have to take advantage of this confidence.

when he gets into his side of the car, throwing his bag into the backseat. you say his name, to which he responds with an absentminded hum. “this is totally random and out of nowhere, but i like you.” he stops what he’s doing and looks at you. “like, romantically.”

he blinks rapidly, and you almost laugh at his expression— he looks in pure disbelief at your words. he seems more nervous than you do, honestly, which seems impossible because you feel like you’re about to lose your ability to breathe. “you.. wait, you like me?”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ PARK SUNGHOON

“here.” sunghoon holds a water bottle up to your mouth, his free hand under your chin as he helps you drink.

you make a silent vow to never drink again. you haven’t gotten drunk in over months, and it’s hitting you hard—you’re dizzy and you can’t walk, and you no longer have any control over your body (mostly your mouth).

it’s weird because your thoughts are totally and completely coherent. you know what you’re doing right now; you just can’t stop it.

he pulls away the bottle when he sees your nose scrunch up. “you okay?”

you shake your head, even though that wasn’t what you wanted to do.

he helps you stand, both hands on your waist. “no? what’s up?”

nothing’s up, you want to say, i’m just drunk. you want to tell him that he can go, or he can go get someone else to take care of you because you refuse to let him be the one to. the last time you got drunk, you accidentally told heeseung and jay about your crush on sunghoon, ranting for over two hours, according to the two.

they tease you endlessly, and you’ve had to ignore their entire being when all of you hang out, god forbid they say something in front of him.

“i like you. i like sunghoon.” that’s great. you did exactly what you didn’t want to.

he doesn’t falter. “yeah?”

“mhm, i wanna date you.”

he purses his lips, almost as if he’s trying to keep from laughing. you’re definitely never going to speak to him again after this— maybe you could just play it off as a joke, that you tell everyone you like them when you’re drunk.

“i want to date you too.” your knees buckle, but he easily holds you up. “let’s just wait until tomorrow, okay?”

“oh.”

you feel drunk than what you did two seconds ago. your mind has gone hazy, and your thoughts are running all over the place. it doesn’t help that sunghoon wraps an arm around your waist, helping you walk to the cab that you assume he called, but don’t remember him doing.

he helps you inside, sliding in next to you. you swear you lose the ability to breathe when you feel his hand grab yours, lacing your fingers together.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ KIM SUNOO

you swipe left for what feels like the millionth time, making a face as you do so. you can feel sunoo watching over your shoulder, and you have to keep yourself from shrinking in your seat. 

you know that he’s judging you— you would judge yourself— but he’s simply staying silent. for now, at least. he’s told you before that these dating apps aren’t going to help you find the ideal person that you’re seemingly looking for, and you know that, but you can’t help but try.

the only reason that you’re even entertaining this is because you want to get over sunoo. you’ve liked him for as long as you’ve known him and been friend-zoned for just as long. it’s been years at this point, and you need to get over it now, or else you’ll really end up alone.

“i haven’t seen you swipe right once.” sunoo’s voice scares you out of your thoughts, and you flinch, turning around to look at him. he has an eyebrow raised, probably wondering why you reacted that way.

“would you?”

he shrugs. “i wouldn’t be on a dating app in the first place."

“because everyone likes you.”

“no, weirdo.” he tugs on your ear. “because why would i if i like somebody already?”

you can feel your heart sink all the way to your feet while shattering at the same time. as far as you know, sunoo hasn’t ever had a crush, and all this does is help you realize that you actually do need to move on. “oh. who is it?”

you can’t help but ask— you want to know the person that he’s deemed good enough to have his heart.

“guess.”

frowning, “i don’t want to guess.”

sunoo rolls his eyes playfully, moving around so that he’s standing in front of you. you can see the tv playing behind him, and you force yourself to focus on that rather than him. “it’s you.”

your eyes dart to him, “um?”

“i like you.”

that was the last thing you expected to hear and just like that, your heart magically heals itself. your face feels like it’s on fire under his gaze and you find yourself staring at his amused face, words refusing to leave your lips.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ YANG JUNGWON

you settle down onto jungwon’s couch, throwing a few pieces of popcorn into your mouth as you wait for jungwon to turn off the lights. when he sits next to you, he hands over the remote and takes the bowl out of your hands. “okay, you pick the movie today.”

you can tell he isn’t surprised when you reply. “nope, it’s fine.”

you go to grab a handful of popcorn, but you’re unsuccessful due to jungwon pulling the bowl out of your reach. you study him— you know what he wants from you.

you’ve been doing weekly movie nights for the past five months, and not once have you chosen a movie. you always make some excuse, the most common one being that you’re indecisive, but that can only get you so far.

jungwon had gotten to the point that he was purposely picking bad movies so that you would cave and pick the next one. but, of course, it hasn’t worked.

“why? i always pick.”

you shrug. “i like what you like.”

“the last three have been awful.” he deadpans. 

you wince when he says that. they really were bad. but truth be told, the only reason you agreed to these movie nights is because, yes you wanted to spend time with him, but you wanted to know what he liked, to get to know him better than you already did.

“they were,” you start, tapping your thigh anxiously, “but you liked the ones before that. i just want to enjoy what you enjoy, you know?”

“okay, but why?” you watch as he runs a hand through his hair, and you wonder if you should change the topic, but you figure telling him the truth would be better than making him wonder for any longer.

besides, you were planning on eventually telling him about your feelings, so what’s it matter if it’s sooner than you planned?

“because i like you. i want to know what you like, even if the movies are bad.”

his eyebrows raise— you can see the conflict on his face. he goes from shocked, to offended, to completely dumbfounded. you suppose he decided to let your back-handed comment about his movie choices slide.

you can’t help but break out into a grin when he turns away, the only sign of his flustered state being his very red ears.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ NISHIMURA RIKI

you barge into riki’s room, not even bothering to knock on the door; you know he doesn’t care.

“today sucks.” you announce, throwing yourself onto his bed next to where he’s lying on his phone, facing the ceiling. when he doesn’t respond, you look at him. “did you know junho likes jen?” 

you slap his thigh, and he pinches your cheek in retaliation, but he obliges with what he knows you want. “who cares if he likes her? do you like him or something?”

“ew, no, he’s not my type.” you sit up, pulling one of his pillows into your lap. “i’m just jealous because nobody likes me. like, okay, do you think i’m pretty? be unbiased.”

“yeah, you’re pretty. also, plenty of people like you.”

you ignore how easy it was for him to call you pretty— he said it as if it was a fact, something that everyone already knows and it’s stupid that you’d even ask him that question— and how it made those familiar butterflies form in your stomach.

“like who?”

“i do. jaehyun did, too.”

your heart stops. “huh?”

“jaehyun liked you. him and taesan— it was awkward for a bit, but they’re over it now.”

“no, i mean..” you bite your lip, hesitating on whether or not you should bring this up. you should; it’s obviously very important and has the potential to change your friendship, which is something that you desperately want.

unless it’s negative, but you don’t think it’ll be negative. you hope it isn’t.

“you like me?”

he blinks, letting your words process. “oh. did i say that?”

“yeah.”

he groans loudly, slapping his forehead in frustration. the noise is so sudden that you flinch and let out a small squeak out of surprise. you have no idea how you’re supposed to react to his reaction— how are you supposed to feel about this?

“um.. are you good?”

“yeah, just, i didn’t want to tell you yet. i don’t know why i did. what the hell?” he scoffs in disbelief, rolling over onto his side, his back towards you. “this is embarrassing.”

“well— okay, you like me? for real?” you poke his neck, wanting him to turn around. you watch as his ears turn red at your touch, and you feel your own skin beginning to heat up.

“obviously.”

ADRiANNA 🦷 hai this was very rushed whoops! i hope you all enjoy it though hehe i love riki and hoon's

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Bruce remembers the first time he met you.

You were five years old. A tiny thing, too small, too delicate, all bright eyes and soft hands, clinging to his leg like a lifeline.

Your father—one of his most trusted business partners—had laughed, shaking his head.

“She’s taken a liking to you,” he had said, ruffling your hair.

And then, with all the confidence of a child, you had beamed up at Bruce and declared,

“I’m gonna marry you one day!”

The room had erupted in laughter. Your father had chuckled, his business partners had teased him. But Bruce—

Bruce had only smiled.

It was harmless. Just childish innocence.

Or at least, that’s what he had told himself.

You grew up fast.

Too fast.

One moment, you were that little girl clutching his hand at charity galas, giggling when he lifted you into his arms. The next, you were nineteen, standing in his home like you belonged there, a young woman too beautiful for her own good. all soft curves and knowing smiles.

Bruce didn’t know when it started—when his affection for you twisted into something ugly.

All he knows is that one day, he looked at you—really looked at you—and something inside him snapped.

Because you were beautiful.

And it was wrong.

So, so wrong.

And Bruce—he was not a good man.

He tried to be. God, he tried.

Bruce tried to ignore it. He told himself it was natural—a fatherly protectiveness over the daughter of his closest friend.

But a father wouldn’t think about you the way he did.

A father wouldn’t ache like this.

A father wouldn’t watch you when you weren’t looking.

Wouldn’t stare when your nightgown slipped off your shoulder.

Wouldn’t feel his throat tighten when you called him “Mr. Wayne”, your voice so sweet, so innocent, so cruel.

You had no idea what you were doing to him.

And that was the worst part.

You make it impossible.

Because you’re thoughtless. Careless.

You touch him too much. Press yourself against him in hugs that last too long, your fingers curling around his arm, your breath warm on his neck.

He told himself it was innocent. That the way he watched you wasn’t wrong. That the thoughts in his head were just passing moments of weakness—nothing more.

It gets worse when you start talking to him about boys.

You sit on the couch in his study, curled up in one of his expensive leather chairs, talking about your boyfriend problems while he nurses a glass of whiskey, fingers tightening around the crystal.

“Ugh, I don’t know,” you sigh. “Liam’s being so... needy.”

Bruce doesn’t answer.

You don’t notice the way his jaw clenches. The way his fingers tighten. The way his thoughts turn ugly.

You just keep talking.

“He wants to have sex, but I don’t think I’m ready.” You stretch your arms above your head, your crop top rising just enough to show a sliver of your stomach. “I mean, I don’t want my first time to be... disappointing, y’know?”

Bruce stares at you.

His blood boils.

Your first time.

With some boy.

Some child who doesn’t know a damn thing about you.

He hates it.

The thought of your soft little body under some clumsy boy, of you making those sweet little sounds for someone who doesn’t deserve them—someone who doesn’t know you like he does—it makes something inside him snap.

He wants to tell you the truth.

That boys don’t know how to take care of a girl like you. That they’ll use you. That you need a man—someone who can be gentle, who knows how to take care of you, how to teach you.

He wants to say all of it.

But instead, he just takes a slow sip of whiskey and says,

“Be careful who you trust.”

You don’t see the way his eyes darken.

You don’t hear the warning in his voice.

And the worst part?

You ask him for advice.

“Mr. Wayne,” you say sweetly, resting your chin on your palm, “why do men always want one thing?”

Bruce’s jaw clenches. His hands curl into fists under the table.

You don’t understand what you’re playing with.

You don’t see the way his eyes darken when you talk about them. The boys who touch you. The ones who don’t deserve to even look at you.

You don’t understand the filthy thoughts he has when he imagines you with them.

You don’t understand that he wants to ruin you.

Bruce stares at you, at your bare skin, at the way your lips part as if waiting for him to take.

And God help him.

He does.

His hands clench against the couch. He leans in, close enough to breathe you in.

Close enough to claim.

Close enough to ruin you.

He doesn’t remember when he started following you.

Not just in the manor. Not just in his home.

Outside. In the city.

You don’t notice.

Or maybe you do.

Maybe you like knowing he’s watching.

Watching as you go on dates with boys your age—pathetic, fumbling boys who don’t know how to take care of you the way a man like him would.

You always seem disappointed after those dates.

And Bruce tells himself it’s because you know.

You know they aren’t enough.

That they’ll never be enough.

That no one will ever love you the way he does.

But then, one night, he looked at you—really looked at you—and something inside him snapped.

Because you weren’t a child anymore.

You were soft curves and bright smiles and whispers of silk.

And it was wrong.

So, so wrong.

He tries to ignore it.

To pretend that nothing has changed. That you’re still just the daughter of his friend—a girl he has known since childhood.

But you make it impossible.

Because you’re cruel.

You don’t even realize it, but you are.

The way you hug him just a little too long. The way you press against him, your body warm, your scent too sweet, too intoxicating. The way you laugh—tilting your head back, exposing the soft skin of your throat.

The way you call him “Mr. Wayne” in that sweet, teasing voice—like you know exactly what it does to him.

But you don’t.

You don’t understand how dangerous it is to tempt a man like him.

But you will.

Soon.

He thinks about it too much.

The way you look at him. The way you look for him at every party, every event. The way you light up when he pays attention to you.

He shouldn’t.

You’re too young. Too innocent.

He should be ashamed of the way his fingers tighten around his glass when he sees you in those short dresses, the way his breath hitches when you cross your legs, letting the hem ride up—just enough.

And he knows, deep down, that you aren’t doing it on purpose.

That you trust him.

That you have no idea how sick he is.

That you have no idea how long he’s been watching you, how long he’s been thinking about you in ways he shouldn’t.

That you have no idea how badly he wants to ruin you.

It happens late one night.

You’re staying at the manor while your father is away, wandering around in nothing but a silk nightgown that barely reaches your thighs.

And Bruce is watching you.

He shouldn’t be.

But God help him, he can’t look away.

You’re sitting on the couch, knees pulled to your chest, scrolling through your phone, completely unaware of the monster lurking in the shadows.

Then, without looking up, you murmur,

“You’re staring, Mr. Wayne.”

His blood runs hot.

You’re doing it again. Pushing him. Testing him.

You don’t even know what you’re playing with.

“What are you doing up?” His voice is calm. Controlled. But there’s an edge to it, a tension that wasn’t there before.

You stretch, your nightgown riding up, exposing too much skin.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you murmur. Then, you turn to him, eyes dark, playful. Inviting. “But maybe you could help with that.”

Silence.

A long, dangerous silence.

Then, Bruce is in front of you, his hands gripping the couch on either side of your body, caging you in.

“You don’t know what you’re doing,” he says, voice low, deadly.

But you just smile.

And Bruce?

Bruce finally snaps.

It’s not gentle.

It’s not soft.

He grips your wrist, too tight, dragging you forward until you gasp, your balance thrown off.

You fall against him, your body flush against his, and he hates himself for how good it feels.

For how warm you are. For how easily you fit against him.

His breath is hot against your ear, his hands shaking as they hover over your skin.

He shouldn’t.

He can’t.

But he wants to.

So, so badly.

“You think this is a game?” His voice is hoarse, strained.

Your lips part, confusion flickering across your face.

And for the first time, you see it.

The way he looks at you.

Like a starving man staring at his last meal.

Like a man at war with himself, a man who has spent years trying to fight something that was always meant to consume him.

You blink up at him, lips slightly parted.

His breath shudders. His grip tightens.

Then, he’s kissing you.

It’s not soft. It’s not sweet. It’s desperate. A collision of heat and teeth and pent-up want that’s been festering inside him for too long.

You gasp against his lips, and he drinks it in, pressing you deeper into the couch, caging you with his body.

And when he finally pulls back, his pupils blown wide, his breath ragged—

And Bruce—Bruce knows he’s going to hell for this.

But maybe he was always meant to burn.

And maybe you were always meant to burn with him.

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° ˖ ➴ things you do that make them ( flustered. )

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౨ৎ ˖ 大崎将太郎 — ❪ OSAKI SHOTARO ❫

when you take the lead. hear me out. it might just be the (unofficial) leader in him that appreciates it, but he'd just find it so attractive when you take control of things in the relationship. initiating skinship (big fan of getting hickies shhh), planning out dates, etc.... oh god he'd get all hot and bothered so fast, even at the smallest of things too, that it'd almost be funny.

౨ৎ ˖ 송은석 — ❪ SONG EUNSEOK ❫

debating with him. he enjoys turning a topic over and over in general but he’s genuinely SUCH a sucker for arguing different points of view with you because a) he thinks your brain is very sexy b) you look really, really cute when you get all passionate about something and get very into whatever topic you’re talking ab. also more often than not kisses you in the middle of the argument (if he doesn’t have a good comeback, that is, bc lwk my guy cannot accept defeat …).

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౨ৎ ˖ 정성찬 — ❪ JUNG SUNGCHAN ❫

wearing his clothes. trust me on this one. and look it’s not even necessarily the fact that his clothes would like 99% be Huge on you, making you look like you’re literally drowning in them. (if you’re shorter than him, that is) he’s just a fan of how it emphasizes that you’re his. especially!! when you’re in public or around other people and you borrow, say, like his hoodie, jacket or something. might j end up pulling you away with him somewhere more private hhh.

౨ৎ ˖ 박원빈 — ❪ PARK WONBIN ❫

complimenting him. look okay, he obviously does know he’s attractive – what with, you know, people literally falling all over themselves for him – but there’s something about you in particular being vocal about how he looks. particularly when you go into specifics, telling him how good his hair looks styled a certain way, how you really like a certain color on him and he’s a goner. 11/10 never changing his hair/taking that fit off.

౨ৎ ˖ 홍승한 — ❪ HONG SEUNGHAN ❫

wearing lip gloss/lip balm. he’s for sure obsessed with kissing you, for one. it’s really interesting to him how the different colors look on you or how you use different flavored lip balms. makes it a game almost, to kiss you and guess the flavor of whatever lip product you’ve chosen to wear on a particular occasion. has sm experience kissing u that atp he rarely ever gets any wrong smh.

౨ৎ ˖ 이소희 — ❪ LEE SOHEE ❫

eye contact. One thing that for sure gets him is you being a good listener and just being able to maintain good eye contact w him. he'd genuinely find your gaze on his to die for... babygirl would like to try and match your energy but always, without fail, end up not being able to match your loving stare and end up blushing and looking away. ><

౨ৎ ˖ 이찬영 — ❪ LEE CHANYOUNG ❫

giving him gifts,, i feel he’s the type to get flustered by most of the things you do but is just good at acting like he’s not. gifts though, specifically handmade ones — like cutesy cards, crocheted items, baked goods, etc. are a different topic. because like yeah he's used to expensive presents but to him, getting something handmade is far more .. intimate and shows how deeply you care. will go absolutely red even at small little sticky notes with messages on them fr.

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ㅤㅤ 𖧧 I just want to let you know you’re mine - Sim Jaeyun

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆boyfriend texts with jake ⨾

۶ৎ idol!jake x fem!reader ┆fluff, crack┆petnames, swearing┆smau

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heeseung / jay / jake / sunghoon / sunoo / jungwon / riki

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ׄ ░✿֔ᮬ᳘ ׅ Hey Hey Dee Deeㅤׅ 𔒌 𓊇   ׄ 𖹭ᰰꤨ○

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AN INDIRECT KISS ㅤ 𓈒 𓈒 ㅤ 🦷

【 take five anthology 】 fem ! rㅤ ◦ ㅤ 658wc fluff heeseung pov ㅤ──ㅤ w not proofread.

from anna. repost :3

heeseung watches as you bow, apologizing to the director once again for not being able to complete the scene properly. he feels bad; obviously you were feeling the pressure, your perfectly-styled hair now a mess due to the aggressive bowing.

the stylist is definitely going to scold you later.

he tilts his head—you look better with messy hair, you don’t suit the put-together style of the character you’re playing. obviously you look good in anything, you’re an attractive woman, but heeseung finds himself much more mesmerized when you’re in an unkempt state.

he’s pulled out of his thoughts when you walk over to him, a frown on your face. heeseung wants to ruin everyone who makes you upset—this thought is quickly pushed out of his forefront. he should definitely not be thinking about you like that.

“how do you do this?” you mumble, staring at the ground.

“do what?”

“this,” you half-heartedly gestures towards the cameras, “the bad takes. the bad days.”

he hums, “i don’t have bad days.”

that’s a lie; he’s had days as bad as the next person, but for some reason he wants to impress you. heeseung wants you to think that he’s the amazing, professional actor you seem to think that he is.

he lets out a quiet laugh when you roll your eyes, an annoyed groan leaving your mouth, “i’m serious.”

“okay, i’m sorry.” heeseung shifts, picking up his cup of coffee next to him, “here. caffeine helps sometimes.” he holds the cup out, staring at you expectantly, his eyes meeting your shocked ones.

“did you drink out of it?” heeseung blinks in surprise at your question—it definitely isn’t something that he thought you would be concerned about. he’s seen you take drinks out of water bottles from some of the other actors on set; people you weren’t even that close to compared to heeseung. then again, the two of you weren’t best friends, you hardly spoke outside of filming.

“i did. is that okay?”

you hurriedly nod, likely noticing the subtle look of confusion on heeseung’s face, “no–i mean, it’s fine. just, you know..”

you gesture vaguely once more, making heeseung wonder if that’s habit of yours. either that or you’re nervous right now—you look nervous. you aren’t meeting his eyes and you keeps glancing at heeseung, checking his expression.

he paints his face to be as neutral as possible, shrugging his shoulders, “no, i don’t know. what’s up?”

heeseung has some idea of what you’re worried about, if your nervous fidgeting is any clue to your feelings. you’re playing with your necklace—a habit that heeseung’s picked up on during the two months of filming that you’ve done together—eyes not meeting his.

“like,” you slumps your shoulders, biting your lip, “an indirect kiss. you know.”

heeseung’s eyebrow shoot up briefly before his expression changes to one of pure smugness, “oh?”

“okay, don’t make it weird.” you scold, suddenly snatching the coffee up out of his hand. you take a drink, making a show out of it, dramatically pushing it back into heeseung’s possession once you’re finished. “see. it’s not a big deal.”

“i didn’t say it was. you’re the one who brought it up.”

he can practically feel the heating radiating off of you, he’s half-worried you’re going to sweat off your stage makeup. that aside, he can’t help but think that your real flustered state is ten times better than when you’re acting. you’re an amazing actress, but he doesn’t think you could ever encapsulate this particular moment.

“i didn’t mean to. i just remembered what people call it.” you mumble, looking back down at you feet.

heeseung hums, nodding his head in understanding. he wants to tease you so badly, to ask why you thought about it in the first place and why you had decided to bring it up, but he holds himself back.

knocking his foot against yours, he responds, “sure, we’ll go with that for now.”

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ㅤ ㅤ ⚘( ၴႅၴ 🎀⠀ ⠀ ͟ ͟ ͟❀ ͟ ⠀ ꫶ ’

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ㅤㅤ ㅤ ✾ . . . 𝒔weet escape ⠀⃝⃝𖬺 break away

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[hoonquette]

i love my boyfriend, lee donghyuck.

【 boyfriend texts with haechan 】 f ! r 𓈒 fluff crack ── incl. he tells you to die once as a joke whoops.

ADRiANNA 🦷 haechan my boyfriend my girlfriend my everything i love him so much i got over my hatred of memimessage for him

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     kickflip as types of kisses?!

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౨ৎ ˖ 이계훈 — ❪ LEE GYEHOON ❫  

it’s the silly little guy in him that is very much drawn to nose kisses. loves to just surprise you with a little peck out of nowhere; like you could be mid conversation about anything – ranging from how you’re failing physics, a meme he texted you, his schedules, etc. –  solely because of how adorable your shocked expression is. 

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౨ৎ ˖ 満行亜丸 — ❪ MITSUYUKI AMARU ❫  

he just screams childhood friends to lovers. meaning, both of you would be pretty used to physical touch with each other. so if he wants to show his non-platonic affection for you, i definitely see a gentlemanly kiss to the back of your hand, right by the knuckles. 

౨ৎ ˖ 이동화 — ❪ LEE DONGHWA ❫  

this pretty mf. he cuts straight to the important things. and to him, your lips on his is pretty much the only thing he cares about. and he’s so giggly about it too, like you could have been together for months and he would still blush like it’s no one’s business after giving you soft, little pecks.

౨ৎ ˖ 장주왕 — ❪ JANG JUWANG ❫  

he is Tall tall okay? super specific, but the height alone convinces me he’s the type to be into pressing featherlight kisses against your forehead — your temple even, — to spice things up once in a while. likes it because he thinks of it as a comforting gesture (which it so would be!)

౨ৎ ˖ 최민제 — ❪ CHOI MINJE ❫  

this is 99% my bias towards him speaking but anyways. him and neck kisses!! he’d mostly just like them because they’re a good way to get you flustered >< again, specific, but lwk he would enjoy trailing little kisses from your jaw to the base of your neck for sure.

౨ৎ ˖ 岡本圭樹 — ❪ OKAMOTO KEIJU ❫  

peppering kisses across your features is so, so keiju coded. blame it on his playful nature, definitely. i see him doing it specially when he wants to distract you. like, say, you're on a date and he wants you to spend more time with him, but what's that? you have to leave soon? cue heavy onslaught of kisses no you don't actually. trust him, really.

౨ৎ ˖ 이동현 — ❪ LEE DONGHYEON ❫  

cheek kisses. i will die on this hill. would be cute in either a platonic or a romantic honestly, but just the idea of the innocence and fluffiness that comes with these are so shjsjhdhj. ><

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[thdamned]

　‘ bem, eu te recomendaria o estrangulamento. cartas só servem para diminuir a raiva momentaneamente, não adiantariam de muita coisa para um estresse constante. ’ apesar de esbanjar uma faceta mais séria ao apresentar sua réplica, a pequena curva no canto dos lábios pintados de batom vermelho era o suficiente para que os sinais declarassem que estava brincando. ‘ imagino que seja um sentimento normal para pessoas que vivem grandes coisas, como várias vidas dentro de pequenos períodos. ’ a noção de tempo que tinha era amarga e pessoal, tratando-o como um inimigo que era combatido friamente, apenas com ameaças mentais e martírios profundos sobre os anos que havia perdido. entendia perfeitamente como lydia se sentia, no fim das contas, pois eram crianças da mesma ninhada, em que seis anos foram responsáveis por mudar completamente a vida como originalmente seria, uma enfermidade temporal que nunca poderia ser resolvida. já haviam sido pessoas diferentes antes, durante e depois da guerra; allerton pensava que aquele sentimento, embora pouco falado sobre, fazia bastante sentido. 　se estava sendo um momento tão distópico para ela, imaginava que para uma thornhill original, a sensação deveria ser duplamente avalassadora. acostumando-se ao novo ritmo da música do vinil que a mais jovem havia escolhido, daphne continuava um segundo gole discreto no copo que segurava, que já havia adquirido bastante calor onde os dedos finos seguravam com mais firmeza que o necessário, uma âncora ao qual tentava se atracar. ‘ nunca tinha voltado aqui? ’ não sabia dizer se estava surpresa ou não com aquela revelação, mas ainda arqueou as sobrancelhas. sentia que não precisava perguntar o porquê. ‘ é estranho estar de volta. tudo mudou, e ainda assim tudo é exatamente igual. parece que tenho dezesseis anos de novo. ’ concordou, não querendo apropriar-se de uma dor que era parente à própria palpitação que sentia no peito, mas ainda era totalmente intrínseca e pessoal à lydia thornhill. ‘ mas não vai ser por muito tempo. seu incômodo não vai durar mais que algumas horas, quando pudermos resolver o problema. e o incômodo que volta vai ser a vida real. ’ a última parte murmurou mais para si, com o suspiro engasgado com o terceiro gole do líquido acobreado, o som da própria voz apagado quando em contato com o vidro.

um pequeno sorriso surgiu nos seus lábios ao ouvir daphne dizer que richard não sabia de nada. ainda assim, por uma razão que nem lydia compreendia, ela sentiu a vontade de defendê-lo. "eu sei porque ele se preocupa. mas de vez em quando eu quero estrangular ele. ou então mandar uma carta fortemente escrita." lydia tinha o sentimento que nenhum de seus irmãos o via como uma adulta, ou uma pessoa completamente formada. talvez esse fosse o destino de todas as crianças mais novas, ou então algo exacerbado pelos anos de cama, as doenças, os sustos. por vezes, tudo o que lydia queria era gritar que ela não era mais aquela criancinha assustada e frágil. mas então um medo ainda pior a enchia: talvez ela ainda fosse. "jovem... de vez em quando eu sinto que eu tenho mil anos e cinco ao mesmo tempo. muito jovem mas muito, muito velha."

lydia levantou a agulha do disco com um súbito, deixando o silêncio se extender por alguns instantes, como um corredor que sempre parece maior durante a noite. apenas quando o momento começou a beirar o desconfortável foi que lydia substitui o disco com o primeiro em sua frente, e a voz de peggy lee, baixa e suave, começou a ressoar entre as duas. "sabe, quando eu estava dirigindo até aqui, vendo as colinas e os campos de urzais, eu comecei a sentir tanta saudades que meu peito doía. mas quando eu entrei na casa..." ela deu de ombros, tomando o último gole de seu copo. "quando eu entrei na casa eu lembrei porque eu não vim aqui em nenhum momento desses quinze anos." muitas memórias, algumas boas, algumas ruins, e muitos vultos de pessoas que deveriam estar lá mas não estavam. a senhora fahey, minnie, seu pai... a lydia de seis anos, frágil mas tão cheia de vida. daphne estava certa. os poréns talvez fossem a pior parte.