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[okwonyo]

DREAMER ， 𝗉𝗌𝗁

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐕 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎

𝟏𝟎𝟏𝟑𝒾──── roommate!sunghoon 𝗑 f!rea ✿ comfort fluff 𓂋 kissing skinship ❞ 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 ｡

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sunghoon is going to marry you someday. he’s sure of it.

although, if he said this to anyone they would find it ridiculous — this guy isn’t even dating you. yet, he already has your entire future planned out in his head. a future where he is your husband.

for now, he’s nothing more than your roommate, a friend, even. but sunghoon wants more, so much more. he already started his three years long plan to get you to date him. there are times where he wants to skip every step and kiss you senseless.

like right now. when you are perched on the bathroom counter with your legs dangling.

“do you really want me to do this?” you ask, a white towel spread across your laps — in the utmost hope it will prevent you from making an absolute mess.

sunghoon’s stands between your knees. face freshly splashed with warm water, cheeks pink. he’s clean, hair wet and scent of his shampoo hanging in the air. he is still shirtless, a towel around his waist.

“i do,” he answers. already imagining how beautiful you’d look in your wedding dress. the music. the place. he has everything in mind already.

you smile, gentle and nervous as you reach for the shaving cream. you squirt a generous amount on your palms.

your hands approach his face carefully. you smooth the cream over his jaw with an impeccable focus and care. he closes his eyes. breathes as you touch him.

he thinks he is falling in love with you here. perhaps, he already was since the first time he saw you. it’s getting aggravating now — with how gentle you are. as if he was a doll you were scared to break.

even when you fumble, smearing foam on his lips, you gently wipe it with your sleeve, “sorry,” you quietly laugh.

“it’s fine,” he says, eyes still closed as he hums, melts into your touch, “take your time.”

he doesn’t want this moment to end. he wants to stay there, with the weight of your touch on his skin. with your face close. knees squeezing his hips.

he tilts his head obediently as your hand rests under his chin. the razor in your hand approaches his neck.

“i could kill you right now,” you giggle under your breath.

i’d still love you, he wants to say. he decides to not open his mouth. he can’t talk. not when you are so close, when he is at the urge of spilling his feelings for you — just because of your touch.

it’s surprising how good you are at this. you drag the razor down his cheek with the perfect pressure, as if you’ve done this all your life. you are so careful, in your own little world, your nose brushes his and your breath fans over his mouth. tempting.

sunghoon flinches. chasing the thoughts in his head.

“are you okay? did i hurt you?” you ask, obviously worried at the sound of your voice.

sunghoon opens his eyes. yours meet his immediately. your face is pretty — painted with worry. his stomach turns with affection. strong enough to feel like gravity.

“no—no… you’re doing good, you’re…” you furrow your eyebrows, confused. he continues, breathing out, “you’re perfect.”

your eyebrows flicker up in sheer surprise. he thinks he sees you blush, but he can’t trust his instincts at the moment. he just knows that you are pretty and is only sure of how much he wants to kiss you.

“close your eyes,” you mutter, focusing back on your job. and he does, without asking any questions.

when you are bossy like that, sunghoon wants to build you a house with his bare hands.

even more so, with how much care is filled in each one of your moves. it’s like you are a professional. not one nick on his skin, perfectly smooth and shiny— as if your fingertips were magical. just as sunghoon thinks you are.

he can’t stop staring at you, upon his eyes open. his eyes shoot pink hearts at you while you clean him up, warm towel on his face and your hands rubbing balm on his skin.

he doesn’t move. even when everything is done.

“i finished,” you giggle.

sunghoon blinks, eyes fluttering upen when he opens them after a millisecond. during that short period of time, he imagined himself getting on one knee, with a tiny box in his hand.

when you get married, he’ll ask you to help him shave all the time.

“i know,” he breathes out.

your voice is barely above an whisper, yet it sends chills down his spine, “you look cute, sunghoon.”

and he’s a strong man. a very strong individual with a great height and big muscles — but not that strong. not strong enough to not be moved by the sound of your voice complimenting him with that teasing grin.

is it him or you who leaned in first? he doesn’t know. but he’s glad someone finally did.

he feels it, your grin, when he gets a taste of your lips. he doesn’t regret skipping his elaborated plan when your warm hand touches his naked shoulder. or when you cup his smoothened jaw.

sunghoon holds onto the bathroom counter for dear life, your legs wrapping around his hips making his knees go weak. he’s too shy to reach out, to put his hands on your precious skin.

until you wrap your arms around his neck. only then he allows himself to press his palm against your back.

he has never dreamed of something better than this feeling right there. never craved anything more than finally kissing you.

“i did a great job,” you say between a kiss. shamelessly complimenting your work.

his lips are attached to yours, barely letting you pull away in the slightest to speak. even when he answers, “yeah, you did,” it’s against your mouth.

and god, not only you are perfect but the way you kiss drives him crazy. give him a few months. he’ll put the prettiest ring on your finger, he can promise that.

분지 ܃ for my tam and hana who i love so much 🎀

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[okwonyo]

HEAVEN IS A HOME ੭୧ wherever i am with you

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐕 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝖿𝖾

𝟏𝟏𝟗𝟒𝒾──── husband!enhypen 𝗑 f!rea ✿ fluff 𓂋 kissing skinship ❞ 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 ｡

𝗥𝗘𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗚 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦

HEESEUNG was always a jealous guy. he could never hide if from you and god knows he did try— he doesn’t like when others salivates on what is, legally, his. to be clear, he didn’t marry you for the sole reason of making other men go away. but he did think that putting a huge stone on your finger would have helped. sometimes, it does. sometimes, he needs to step up. because some people don’t get it and have the nerve to flirt with the love of his life while he pays for her clothes. his favorite thing to is to wrap his arm around your shoulders, so the other idiot can see the ring on his finger. he grins when you put your hand over his, the shiny ring on your finger matching his own. then he steals— is it stealing when it was yours in the first place?—you without a second look or a single word. “we are married, hee,” you giggle, not seeming very bothered by his antics. heeseung kisses your temple, “does that asshole know that?”

JONGSEONG has, perhaps like everyone else in the world, a favorite part of the day. he thinks about it during the entirety of the day, the moment he will finally be able to leave work and go back home to his loving wife. the first thing he does when he steps inside the house is to kiss you, perhaps, then take your wrist and drag you to the bedroom. you have never seen him this eager before, it makes you laugh quietly, “what’s the matter with you?” focused on his itinerary, your husband doesn’t hear you and even if he did, you doubt he would answer anyway. the way he pushes you against the bed makes you yelp, “sorry, princess,” he sighs, loosening his tie. then he climbs on top of you. not to kiss or anything. jay puts his entire weight on you, hidings his face in your neck as wraps his arms around your waist. he wants cuddles. “i missed you so much, wife.”

JAEYUN has that very silly tradition of his that stuck in the the relationship even after you promised to stay together for the rest of your life. every single time he takes you on a date, he insists on doing it the old fashioned way. he leaves the house one hour before the date and he shows up at your door when it’s time to go. “do we really need to do all this?” you sigh, yet is unable to hide your smile at the sight of your husband and the flowers in his hands. he stays stunned at the sight of you. his answer dies in his throat. his eyes drag over your form like a scanner. his spirit leaves his body but comes back soon enough, “y–yes we do,” he whispers, leaning in to give you a kiss. you turn your head to the side and laugh at his whine, “i don’t kiss on the first date,” you take the flowers in his hand. he stays stuck in his position for a moment, even after you start walking away, “…so mean.”

SUNGHOON can never leave you alone. he was already very clingy when you were just girlfriend-boyfriend, it went to another level when you engaged and he hasn’t let you breath a single second since you returned from your honeymoon. he acts like you can vanish if he isn’t close to you all the time; it’s lovely, very much so. but his separation anxiety goes as far as following you around when you strictly refuse to talk to him. not only he walks behind you as if he were your own shadow but he gets extremely touchy— if you don’t want to talk to him, you won’t refuse his touch. “stay silent if you still love me,” he wraps his arms around your waist. you don’t answer, chopping your apple with an impeccable precision that makes him scared of you yet very attracted. “good, i love you too,” he smiles against your cheek.

SUNOO makes you extremely mad, actually. not because he did something wrong or because he said something that was out of place— but, because he is so sweet over the slightest thing. his mouth is always full of praise words destined to you. his kindness makes you want to combust. “good morning, my love,” he greets when you walk into the kitchen. his smile is ten times brighter then the sun, you have to squint your eyes at it. “how can you be this adorable?” he asks, honest to god, at your sleepy face. you stop in your tracks, remembering that you are wearing one of his old shirts, that you hair are messy due to how many times you move in your sleep and that you probably drooled on his chest this night. “i’ve never looked nastier,” you huff, walking to him. he kisses the top of your head, “hey, don’t talk like this about my wife.”

JUNGWON doesn’t answer when you call him by petnames. it’s absolutely not because he doesn’t like them. he was the first one to get red in the face whenever you used to call him pretty boy at the beginning of your relationship— and he still gets shy when you call him baby. he just decided that he won’t answer when you will call him that anymore. “jungwon,” you call. he doesn’t answer. although he is sitting right next to you in the couch, with his arm around your shoulders. he chews on his popcorn like you don’t exist. “babe,” you try again. it’s in vain. he still doesn’t want to answer. you run all the petnames you have for him through your head, but you have the feeling that he won’t answer until you call him that favorite name of his. “…husband,” you call again and his head snaps directly to your direction. “yes, my gorgeous wife,” his wife grin tells you that you are feeding his happiness a lot. all this because you wanted the remote…

RIKI is aware that marrying young isn’t something that is common. he knows that people his age have other things to do that propose to each other— but he grew up to be eager and impatient for the things he want. he married you as soon as he could. he is honestly very proud of this. his wife is the first thing he talks about the people he is just me. and it’s frustrating when they refuse to believe your actual existence. whether he shows them the ring, the wedding pictures and everything. you eventually become of a victim of riki’s failure to convince people he is married to you. usually, he just calls you for confirmation and he did. but some people need further proof. therefore, since you are in the same area as him, he tells you to come meet him. he pulls you close to his side by his hands on your hips, “i told you my wife was very much real and very pretty, no?” (truth is, he just really loves to show you off)

분지 ܃ if your husband is not obsessed with the fact he is your husband, divorce and take everything he owns 💌 because .. what?

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[okwonyo]

ragebait ✶ downbad!sunghoon x reader ᵕ ᵕ comfort crack cursing ── est rl ⠀｡

in which ❤︎ reader breaks up with sunghoon, again, and he’s just pathetic !

분지 ܃ inspired by something i saw on twitter 💌

taglist ( open ) 🎀 daily click

[okwonyo]

RICH MAN’S WORLD ★ 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒, 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒, 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒 !

💲 a rich man pursuing you

❪ 𝖠𝖬𝖮𝖱𝖤 𝖬𝒾𝖮 ❫ ｡ ceo ! jay x fem ! rea ✶ fluff getting together ─────𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. mention of kissing skinship, suggestive joke

REBLOG FOR A KISS

분지 ܃ for jay’s day ><

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[okwonyo]

the boy next room ✶ roommate!enhypen x reader ᵕ ᵕ fluff crack cursing ── flirting ⠀｡

분지 ܃ this is so stupid — it was originally meant to be scenarios but my moots wanted it as texts .. maybe i will write hoon’s prompt tho :3

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[okwonyo]

look at me.

𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 ✶ you want his friend’s number ⎯⎯ enhypen x fem!rea ◜ᯅ◝ fluff pre relationship

姫 this is so silly but take this as i work on scenarios !

taglist open + net— @sgz-net | quotidian.

[okwonyo]

DOPAMINE ， 𝗒𝗃𝗐

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐕 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗐𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝖿𝖿, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒

𝟏𝟏𝟐𝟗𝒾──── brother’s bestfriend!yang jungwon 𝗑 f!rea ✿ fluff 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 ❞ secret relationship kissing skinship ／ req

reblog for ！ ✶ 𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦 ◜ ᴗ ◝

usually, jungwon is very good at keeping secrets.

unless it comes to you finally, after spending his entire childhood on relentless, dramatic, pathetically persistent pining, not seeing him as one of your brother’s silly friend — but a man you could be the girlfriend of.

the worse is that he swore he could handle it, “lowkey, hush–hush, i get it,” he said, between kisses, unable to keep his hands away from you—already—the minute you let him kiss you.

because, yes, well. it made sense. he was your brother’s best friend after all.

but also, it’s jungwon we are talking about. the kid who fell in love with you in elementary school when he came over at your house the first time. the middle schooler who put love letters in your locker every valentine. the highschooler who tried to act cool around you despite how you would never take him seriously.

it’s safe to say that he’s been pathetically, hopelessly and irrevocably in love with you since pretty much forever. yeah, he can’t hide anything to save his life.

even his crush on you is something your brother picked on.

his mind is always elsewhere when he hangs out with his best friend at your house. when he knows you are around, his can’t help but be hyper aware of everything he does. scared that you may appear out of nowhere and say something stupid.

now that you are dating, it’s worse.

when you do appear, he stares at you like you are the sun, the air he breathes and everything in between. the kind of gaze that makes big hearts appear in his eyes.

“hey, jungwon,” is all the attention you give him. with a small smile and a quick look. and fuck, his lip tug upward in a soft, gentle grin.

he is too focused on you passing by the television to understand what your brother groans at you. probably something about how you are hiding his view on his kart.

it doesn’t help that he smiles like a huge idiot when you speak, “oh shut up, jungwon will win anyways.”

he almost squeals at the praise, eyes shining with obvious fondness when you tell your brother he sucks at mario kart. wait, is that his hoodie you are wearing? jesus christ.

and when his friend teases him about it?

riki pushes jungwon’s shoulder, “damn, all thirty-two teeth out.”

his face wipes to riki in an instant, already knowing how red in the face he may be. his glasses slide down his nose as he stutters, “uh…i have n–no idea of what you are talking about.”

right.

jungwon can’t hide shit. especially not after seeing you after days of not being able to. especially not after seeing how loose his hoodie is around your smaller figure. especially not after hearing his name escape the barrier of your lips with such a drowned in sugar tone.

his feet bounce on the floor. he bites down his lip. his eyes flicker to the stairs you took to go to your room. he stopped paying attention to mario kart a long time ago — which pisses off riki a lot. but he feels like an addict craving his drug.

“man, what are you even doing at this point,“ riki groans. ironic, he just won for the ninth time.

jungwon’s head ponds. his heart is threatening to explode his rib cage with how fast it beats. he chewed on his inside cheek so much that there is a metallic taste on his tongue.

he really can’t hide it. how much he wants you.

“i–i’m sorry,” he says, getting up. he speeds to the stairs. “i’m going to the restroom, i’ll be right back.”

he doesn’t look back. he stumbles over his own feet many times as he walks upstairs. he takes off his glasses in anticipation, revealing eyes that are looking for you and only you.

he thinks about barging in your room without a second thought. but he knows how much you hate whenever people don’t knock at your door.

it makes him wait some more, but he does.

“jungwon? what are you—!” he cups your face. pushing his lips against your own like a starving man, he makes you both walk inside your room.

with one hand still on your jaw, he closes the door behind him then pins you against the wall earnestly.

between kisses, everytime he changes angles, everytime he feels like it, he whispers how much he missed you.

when his hand hold the back of your head to push his tongue deeper in your mouth and your hands messes with his hair, he says it again, “i missed you so bad, doll.”

and when he is out of breath, forced to pull away despite how much he doesn’t want to, he repeats, “i missed you so fucking bad.”

you laugh, as out of breath as he is. “you have my chapstick all over you mouth,” you sigh, wiping his lower lip with your thumb.

jungwon can’t say anything. he stares at you shamelessly. his finger reaches your hair, tucking a stay hair strand behind your ear.

you whisper as scolding, “you can’t come to my room like this, idiot.”

jungwon beams. the type of wide, sincere and stupid grin that can send you into cardiac arrest easily. he tilts his head like he is imagining a future where you buy a house together. it wouldn’t surprise you — he probably started planning your wedding in middle school.

it’s everything. it’s the staring. the giddiness. the way his face lits up when you walk in the room. how he fixes his posture when you are near. how obviously he yearns for you.

it’s all driving you as crazy as it drives him.

“go away before riki gets mad,” you say, face red, pushing him towards the door.

you even open it for him.

he is already out of your room when he speaks again, “wait, wait,” he turns around. he looks at you with his grin still on his face. “i’ll leave. goodnight.”

he starts walking backwards. slowly. comically so. he bumps on one off the wall as he turns around. his little play doesn’t really work, though. because as soon as his back is facing you, he turns around again and runs to you.

he kisses you again and you kiss him back. he pulls away against his own will, “good night, baby.”

he sits next to riki with a red neck and flushed ears. he tries and fails miserably at acting like nothing happened at all.

“did making out with my sister help you regain focus a little?” his best friend huffs. jungwon’s eyes grow wide. “your hair are ten times messier than three minutes ago, dumbass.”

yeah. jungwon is terrible at keeping secrets.

분지 ܃ inspired by a jjk drabble 🎀 i hope you enjoyed <3

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[okwonyo]

come back 2 me ✶ downbad!enhypen x reader ᵕ ᵕ comfort cursing mention of kissing ── est rl ⠀｡

분지 ܃ i want to make a written version if possible .. but anyways, take this as i work on something else 🎀

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[okwonyo]

REAL MAN ，lhs

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐕 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄, 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌

𝟏𝐎𝟑𝟕𝒾──── downbad!heeseung 𝗑 f!rea ✿ fluff 𓂋 mention of alcohol kissing skinship ❞ 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 ｡ ⠀

rbs ！ ✶ 𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦 for @yeokii ◜ ᴗ ◝

you never realized how heavy heeseung was until tonight.

“t—thank you,” he giggles when you throw him on the bed.

you stretch, having his arm around your shoulder and his entire weight on you during fifteen minutes wasn’t the best time of your life.

you look down at him. his cheeks are rosy pink, his tie is askew and his shirt is missing a few buttons. he looks at you with a lovesick smile plastered on his lips.

“baby, c’mere,” he holds your wrist, pulls you on top of him in a second—the alcohol got him forgetting his strength.

you hold yourself with a hand on the matress, you sigh, “hee…”

your boyfriend runs his thumb on your lower lip in a way to shut you up.

heeseung giggles every time he speaks, “you’re so pretty,” he cups your features, gaze wandering on your face until stopping at your lips. he hiccups, “let me kiss you.

heeseung leans in. for a second, you get distracted by his breath hitting your lips. then you remember that it’s the man who drank enough to not be able to walk straight.

you turn your head to the side, “heeseung, no.”

the man’s bambi–like eyes widen, they follow you as if you were their savior, “why not?” his grip on your jaw doesn’t release a single bit.

in the contrary, before you can answer his whiny question, his other hand cups the other side of your jaw. he makes you face him once again, his face already close enough to give you a peck.

“d—do you have a boyfriend?” your literal boyfriend asks. his voice is so small and sad, it makes you break a smile. however heeseung isn’t the kind to give up on what he wants.

he leans in even more. as if you being in a relationship was a challenge he needed to overcome, “we’ll find him another girlfriend, mh?”

your mouth falls in disbelief, “what?”

heeseung groans when you get out of his grip, “what?” he hiccups. “he won’t find out!”

you get stupidly offended at his remarks, “you are my boyfriend, idiot!” heeseung seems to have been hit with a storm. you continue, getting off the bed, standing straight, “if you think i would cheat on you, you are crazy.”

heeseung catches your wrist once again before you can leave the room.

“wait,” he pulls you back to him. his expression is serious, as if he just sobered, “i’m sorry, i—i” he hiccups, “wouldn’t think i’m lucky enough to have you.”

you sit on the edge of the bed, “you’re dumb.”

heeseung looks at you, mouth falling agape. then he giggles. he hides it behind his hands but it’s still loud enough to echo in the entire room.

“i c—can be what—ever you want,” he says when he calmed down a bit, “i can even kiss you.”

“no,” you answer. voice firm.

he cups your face again, “please,” he pleads.

you let him guide you closer to his face, “heeseung, you are drunk.”

his mouth reeks of alcohol when he answers, “so what? i’m still a ve—very good kisser.”

“i’m not going to kiss you,” your protest are becoming weaker and your eyes linger in his mouth too much.

his lips brush yours, “c’mon, pretty girl,” he whispers, “just one.”

you don’t realize how easy you gave in, how quickly you let your eyes flutter shut until the peck isn’t happening anymore.

however, since heeseung is greedy like that, he can’t help but want more, “another one, please.”

you don’t answer, you let him kiss you once again. this time, the kiss last a few seconds longer then the other and you can taste the liquor remaining on his lips.

he doesn’t pull away to ask for more, “please, just one last kiss.”

heeseung often gets hungry when drunk. you think he is starving right now. the kiss he gives you is beyond eager and passionate— as if he waited his entire life to kiss you this way.

it makes your stomach twist with nothing but pure satisfaction while heeseung’s eyes brow furrows and pulse gets higher.

he tilts your head to the side to kiss you even better. if you weren’t halfway laying on him, you think your legs would simply give in.

the kiss makes you wonder why you even refused in the first place.

heeseung giggles when he pulls away makes you remember immediately. you groan, mentally scolding yourself for being so easy.

“no—no wait,” heeseung hiccups when he feels you pulling away once again.

“why did you even drink so much?”

“the guys said i wasn’t a real man if i couldn’t handle alcohol,” he pouts, “and wanted to be a real man, for you.”

your mouth is stuck open. such a stupid reason. such a lovely gesture. it makes you like him even more.

“you are such an idiot, really,” you laugh.

heeseung’s giggles may be your favorite thing in the world, “i love you.”

the world stops. your smile drops slowly. processing the information makes your brain work in a hurry. it’s a big deal: your drunk boyfriend telling you he loves you for the first time.

“huh?” is your answer. you are not sure if you heard that correctly.

“i said, i love you,” he repeats. very sure of himself. sounding as sober as ever. “i may be drunk, not able to walk, stumble over my words and giggle a lot, i know that i love you.”

you stay silent for a minute.

“i will tell you again tomorrow, and the after and for how long you let me stay by your side,” he continues, eyes staring into your soul. “you are not obligated to say anything back—”

your lips seals his. he sighs against your lips, sounding desperate, kissing back like the three kisses you exchanged a few minutes before never happened.

“i love you,” you say against his lips.

“i love you,” he repeats. then kisses you again. “i love you,” kiss. “i love you, i love you,” kiss. “i love you, i love you, i love you...”

he is soon indulging in his glee and his giggles take over you too.

maybe it’s the love he carries for you that makes him so heavy.

분지 ܃ ( early ) happy birthday hana ♥︎ i love you mwah !

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CARE FOR YOU ✶ when you are sick

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐕 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆

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𝗥𝗘𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗚 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦

HEESEUNG

he is having the best time of his life— he can’t lie. in fact, he would say it proudly : he loves it. he is having a hell of a time.

hot forehead, flushed cheeks, big water eyes blinking up at him so pretty. you look at him like you’re seeing god— or worse, as if you would break into wet sobs if he leaves the room.

you need him. and honestly, it doe’s something to him. you can say that it wrecks him.

you cling on his sleeve like a weak koala, and mumble, “hee, i feel like a soggy sock.”

heeseung stills. his eyebrow twitched like his heart got physically clenched. a soft grin draws itself on his lips. his bambi eyes soften at you, who is looking up at him like that.

his lips tug upward— not in amusement, however. in something much gentler, it makes you feel a little sicker.

his heart melts making him drop on his knees instantly. “does my soggy sock want some soup?” he chuckles, touching your hot forehead gently.

you nod. then narrow your eyes, observing his overly happy face as heeseung stays there for a moment, instead of getting your soup. “you seem to be having too much fun.”

“oh, but i do, baby.”

JAY

“i told you to wear a coat,” he scolds you. yet, his tone is still soaked in sugar— he is well too fond of you to be really harsh. “you should have listened to me.”

you would love to say something back. but your sore throat doesn’t allow you to do anything else but cough. even trying to get up needs effort that your body is struggling to give at the moment.

jay notices your struggle. he puts the soup he cooked on the nightstand, “i got you, i got you,” he says quietly, helping you sit up.

he is so doting. he hasn’t left your side ever since you told him you felt unwell last night. he looks at you as if you were going to break into piece at any moment— with hint of red on the corner of his eyes from how tired he is too.

he doesn’t mind, though. “say ‘ah’,” he gently orders, bringing the spoon full of chicken soup close to your mouth.

you sigh, then immediately cough. your voice is hoarse and barely even there, “you don’t need to do t’is. i can eat—” not ‘take care of myself’ “alone.”

jay smiles at how his barely conscious girlfriend can be so stubborn, “i know, but i want to take care of you,” he puts the spoon closer, “so let me.”

JAKE

he almost cries. really. because how can you tell him to stay away from you when you look like this.

not the usual bratty, mouthy, too-proud-for-help girlfriend who he loves so much. not the usual bitty remarks, mean looks or sassy remarks that makes his heart flutter.

not, you are just tin, pitiful sniffles that makes him weak in the knees.

with those covers wrapped around you, your face all red due to your fever— how can you expect him to not come lay beside you.

“no, jake,” you say with a voice sounding different due to your nose. “you are going to get sick.”

he doesn’t listen. he slides next to you earnestly. it’s funny how you think that he is not going to cling to you when you look so cuddly. it’s also funny how you wrap your arms around his waist despite your weak protests.

“go away,” you whine, holding onto him like he is your anchor. like you don’t want to go anywhere. like you can’t function without him.

he loves his life. “shh, i’m here,” he shushes you. he put his hand on the back of your head, burying your face in his bros chest as you sniffle.

your hot body relaxes in jake’s arms. soon falling into slumber.

SUNGHOON

you called him one hour on the phone your voice sounded weird — as if you were sick. which made sense, you called him to ask him to go buy you medication.

but he didn’t know that you were that sick.

you weren’t very precise, truthful even, on the phone. you told him you had a small fever. that your throat felt weird because of allergies. that it wasn’t something to worry about. he believed your words.

oh man, he was so wrong. when you open the door, your pale face makes his heart squeeze. he doesn’t know what to do at the moment — he stares at you while you sniffle.

“t–thank you,” you say weakly, taking the meds in his hands. “i can’t kiss you, ‘cause you’ll get sick,” the rest of your sentence makes his survival instinct awoke, “you should leave before you i…”

you are too sick to notice that he lowered himself to lift you off the floor. your fever has no mercy on you. your brain is half fried. you are confused in his arms for a dozen seconds.

it’s only when he starts to walk that you protest, already starting to fall asleep in the comfort of his biceps, “...i can walk.”

he huffs, “and i can carry you.”

SUNOO

he takes very good care of you. he’s so doting, so sweet, so spoiling that it makes you feel a little bit dizzy.

it takes a huge care in tucking you between the covers — like a burrito. he scoops you over his laps after tugging the blanket to your chin.

his fingers move through your hair. slow and gentle. your cheek rests against his shirt. your ear right next to his beating heart.

“do you still love me even if i’m gross and sweaty and with a red nose?” you mumble, lips quivering, brows pinched which he finds very cute.

“what if i love you more?” he ask, wiping your running nose with a tissue. “you are my sweaty lover. the cutest red-nosed deer ever made.”

you pout, looking away, “i don’t believe you.”

without any hesitation, he counters. “darling, i would kiss your snotty nose right now if you asked.”

he declares that so solemnly. with a face serious enough to make you shiver. it’s a promise, it’s a vow that nothing can break.

he would do it without any hesitation. when it’s you, there is no gross or any fear of getting sick too. if it’s you, he kisses you senseless even if you carry the most deadliest virus within your body.

JUNGWON

he definitely baby talks you throughout the entire day. with a huge grin but no shame at all, whatsoever.

and you let him. you don’t groan, push him away playful or give him a bratty remark. no. you let him baby talk you without any protest. that’s what he loves the most about the situation.

“won…” your finger twitch like you want to reach him. your stuffy nose makes you breathe out his name. as well as the rest of your sentence, “i’m cold.”

jungwon coos, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “aw, my poor baby, do you want my hoodie? a thousand of forehead kisses?”

despite the tone he uses, you nod, without making any sort of grimace.

he takes the hoodie off his back. while he shows off his biceps with his white tank top, he helps you put the hoodie on.

he kisses your forehead again, “who is the hottest nurse in the world, hm, doll?”

you sniffle, smiling weakly, “it’s you.”

he puts his hand next to his ear, “what did you say?”

“it’s you,” your voice is barely any louder than the previous time but he smiles nonetheless.

your cheek is hot against his lips as he presses a kiss on it, “and you are the cutest patient.”

RIKI

“why are you looking at me like that?” you cough, making riki’s heart break a little again.

he sits right in front of you, on a chair, holding your hand. he looks at the covers around you. your pale face, snotty nose and damp forehead with a look that scares you.

riki’s eyes are wide open. through your exhausted eyes, you distinguish the shine of his teary — yes, teary — eyes. you laugh weakly.

“i’m not going to die you know,” your cough makes his lips quiver for a second.

he squeezes your hand harder as if you were on your deathbed, “i know, but i feel guilty.”

as he should be. if he wasn’t sick a week ago and decided that one of his cold’s cravings was cuddling you, none of this would be happening right now.

which is maybe why he insisted of taking care of you and why he hasn’t left your side for a second since a few hours.

he wants to cuddle again, though. ridiculous you may say. but he really wants to take you in his arms. that, he does.

“we are never going to break the cycle,” you mumble, forehead nudging his neck.

he chuckles, “i don’t think so.”

분지 ܃ exam season is over, summer can finally start and i’m SO happy >< inspired by this !

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PILLOW TALK ★ 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖾, 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗓𝗈𝗇𝖾

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐕 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒

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HEESEUNG

saying that he is confused is an understatement.

he plays the past events of today — from the moment you woke up together to right now. where there is a enormous pillow keeping him away from you.

“babe, are you okay?” he asks, wondering if there is something he did wrong that he is not aware of. questioning himself about actions that may have upset you.

after a few seconds of silence, heeseung sees you peek behind the pillow. his gaze full of worry, eyes big and full of wonder — you want to laugh.

you don’t bother to give an answer. which makes him buy your acting a little.

“forgive me, pretty girl,” he whispers, gently yanking the pillow aside. he takes you in his arms with an groundbreaking softness, “you can be mad at me in my arms, yeah?”

the first thing he does in the morning is asking you what he did wrong — he sighs in relief when you answer that it was just a silly prank.

JAY

he stops in front of his own side of the bed, staring down at you with a slightly annoyed yet very amused grin. he has come to understand that bothering him is one of you love languages.

“what the hell is this about?” he sleepily laughs, lazily tilting his head to the side and rising a brow as he waits for an answer.

you blink, opting for fake confusion, “what are you talking about?”

the innocent flutter of your lashes makes fondness bloom in the pit of his stomach. he can’t argue with you or play into your game. not today, not when you look so soft and cuddly.

he doesn’t hesitate to take the pillow away from you and yank it on the floor without a second thought. the next thing you know is that you are jailed in his tight embrace with a peck on the forehead as a silent confession.

JAKE

“what the…” is the first thing he can say, after turning around to not be met by his girlfriend but a pillow taking half his spot in the bed.

he isn’t even able to say anything for a moment. too flabbergasted to not just stay still and stare at the pillow facing him.

you take a look at his face, intrigued by his silence — his face makes you burst out of laughter before you can control yourself. the kind of laugh that makes your stomach hurt.

jake pouts: first, you refuse his cuddles then you make fun of him? what did he do to deserve this?

he whines, “don’t laugh at me,” but it doesn’t calm you down, it makes your laugh even louder.

jake doesn’t know if it is your laugh that is contagious or because he loves hearing you laugh like that — but he ends up laughing as well.

he’s still pouty, though. which makes you feel a little bad when you calm down. he doesn’t play hard to get, when you put the pillow aside he is the one who reaches for you first.

SUNGHOON

your first mistake is underestimating how annoyed sunghoon can be. like actually, it is up to you if you want to annoy him a little but you wouldn’t win in a competition against him.

at the start, the pillow between him and you bothers him a little. it is, in fact, keeping him away from you and making it difficult for him to fully wrap his arms around you.

he is quick to find a solution to his problem.

you pretend to not care when he pushes the covers off his body and gets up from the bed. sunghoon walks all the way to your side with a suspicious nonchalance.

“oh my god,” you groan.

sunghoon’s entire weight is resting on you. with his face in your neck, he lays on you as if you were the mattress itself. you try to push him off but he doesn’t budge.

“it’s very comfortable here,” he deeply hums, wrapping his arms around your waist.

SUNOO

he wants to get in bed, tucked under the covers with the love of his life in his arms — he isn’t asking for much, is he?

he doesn’t like that you like to interfere in his plans. he doesn’t like it at all and take full offense of your strange actions.

he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. trying to not get too posed only because he is tired. when he open his eyes, he stares down at the pillow as if it just insulted him.

“sweets,” his voice is low enough to make your entire body shiver, “don’t start, please.”

and you know, there is this smile on his face that tells you he is kind of pissed off but still finds the situation funny anyway.

the type of grin that makes your heartbeat blow up and makes your body follow his orders without thinking.

he slides next to you with a content smile, actually letting out of sigh of relief when he finally lays down and take you in his arms.

JUNGWON

“i love you,” he says, all quiet in the dimmed room, pitiful as he pokes the pillow — hoping you can feel his touch.

your lips seem sealed, because jungwon doesn’t hear you giving him any answer. he gets a little more sad and worried about whatever is happening right now.

he presses his palm on the pillow and tilts head up to see your face. you are closed, lips quivering as you try to control your smile.

“hey,” he calls for you. a smile gently drawing itself on his face as his nervousness calms down. you crack one eye open to close it as soon as you see him staring at you.

he decides to lay his torso on the pillow barrier to reach you. when his mouth is close enough to your ears, he whispers louder than the first time, “i love you, this pillow can’t fight my love for you.”

he ends up putting the pillow away with his bare hands. he feels way better with you in his arms.

RIKI

he got out of the shower quite late. drying his wet hair with his towel as he steps in the room, he frowns when he sees the pillow you put between you and his empty side of the bed.

“what is happening?” he chuckles, letting the towel rest on the chair next to him.

in lieu of a proper answer, you just turn your back to him with a huff — which he finds abnormally cute, by the way.

he takes the pillow on his side, the one his head is pressed against at night and gently throws it at you. it lands on your head, making you turn around to glare at him.

you take the soft barrier you made and throw it in his face when he gets too close to you, “go away and take your stupid tattoo with you.”

riki laughs. he pulls you in his embrace so effortlessly that you don’t even think about fighting back, “what? does it make you nervous, princess?”

분지 ܃ i need to get away from the pink and green combo + jay picture but i genuinely can’t TT anyways, i hope you liked this work !

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R U MINE ？ ✶ biker!enha

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐕 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗄𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾

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𝗥𝗘𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗚 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦

HEESEUNG

he is making you nervous. very much so. with his hands on your hips, his body sitting right behind and you his breath against your nape— perhaps to teach you how to drive his bike— but you fear you are going to crack the bike at some point.

“breath, sweetheart,” he whispers, his grin obvious at the sound of his voice. you bet he feels

all mighty at this exact moment. his hands pressed your hips gently, in an attempt to reassure you. “i got you, i promise.”

your entire body tense. your grip on the handlebar becomes stronger, your fingers push against the clutch lever on one side and the front brake lever on the other side. your heartbeat skips as the machine turns on— defying every road’s law ever made.

“woah, woah,” your boyfriend says. he laughs, your cheeks flaming, whereupon his big hands cover yours. “we got all the time in the world.”

he slows the motorcycle before settling his hands back on your body. that sit on your waist as if it was their birthday right, making your entire body shivers as you ride the bike.

heeseung kisses your neck, he embraces your waist, presses his chest against your back, humming a gentle praise against your skin, “you are doing it right, baby.”

JAY

“turn around, princess,” jay’s tone his honey–coated. with his hands on your shoulders, he turns you around, making your back his face him.

you can’t lie. you are confused. there is not reason for him to ask you to that— unless he got a surprise for you, which you doubt. funnily enough, he in fact does.

you are taken aback when his fingers run through your hair smoothly. even more when he starts to part them. you quickly understand what he is doing: brain ding your hair to put the helmet on. because he knows you don’t like when your hair becomes messy.

what surprises you the most isn’t the gesture, but how perfectly he is doing it. his touch is gentle as always and you know that the end is going to be beyond satisfying.

he finishes his job by wrapping the hair tie he keeps on his wrist around the bottom of the brand new braid, “here you go, my love.”

“where did you learn to braid like this?” you tease when he is done, facing him once again while your finger touches your perfectly braided hair.

jay kisses your forehead, “i called your mom to know how you liked them,” then he puts on your helmet ever so casually. as if he didn’t turn your world upside down.

JAKE

he calls you at the right time, right when you finished to get ready for the night, “h–hey,” he says, his usual greeting. “i have something to tell you, can you come down?”

“uh, sure,” you laugh, confused and a tad worried at his tone: he seems more nervous than usual. “is everything okay?

you hear jake sigh and the smile that draws itself on his lips, “yes, i just get nervous to see you.”

you bite down a smile. you don’t trust yourself enough to formulate a correct answer at the current moment, if it’s not giggling. you decide to hang up and leave your apartment.

you walk to the way of your building with a giddy feeling, excited to see what makes jake so nervous. what is the silly secret your nerdy boyfriend seems to be hiding from you?

when you the cool night hair brushes over your skin, the sight of jake makes your heart stutter. his thick glasses are still sitting on his pretty nose but he isn’t wearing his usual out wear— but a lather jacket and black pants to match well with the motorcycle he is leaning on.

you step closer to him with a smile on your face, “is that what you were too nervous to share?” jake’s fluffy brown hair move with the wind. “that you are cooler than i thought?”

jake blush, “ah, i didn’t know if you were in—” the rest of his sentence dies in an uncontrollable whine after you cup his face and kiss him.

SUNGHOON

sunghoon is going to go insane. listen, he knows how pretty you, how easy it is to be attracted by you like some sort of magnet. he knows it. he knows it because he is your boyfriend who fell victim to your effortless attractiveness.

if he let his inner thoughts, who are feed by jealousy, win, he would lock everyone who looks at you for too long in a basement. but he can’t do that. he can only give them a lingering, menacing look that tells them ‘don’t touch, don’t look, i’ll kill you’— yet some of them don’t get the hint.

and when fuckers in the streets ask his girl if she needs a ride, his jaw clenches so much that he gets a bit scared it will pop out and his knuckles are slowly turning white.

he takes a deep breath before walking to you. he grabs your waist with one hand and walks you away from the man, a deep “c’mere, baby,” slipping from his mouth.

your knight in shining armor guides you to his own bike. “thank you for saving me, hoon,” you laugh, noticing the jealousy written on his face.

“you don’t need another ride,” he answers. he wraps his hand around your neck gently, to give you a kiss, knowing that the other is watching. he whispers against your lips, “you already have me.”

SUNOO

the best thing about having a boyfriend with an obsession for bikes isn’t the rides or how insanely hot he is. it’s something more useful, something that you can use to your advantage.

no matter where you are, if it’s not far from your apartment, sunoo can reach it in a matter of few minutes. therefore you can ask him for anything and he will bring it to you in a hurry. thanks to the fact he is always in the same area as you are.

you also find it very amusing how he doesn’t need to call your phone and tell you that he is here for you to know. you could recognize the sound of his motorcycle from miles away.

truly, your favorite part of all this is how you get to see him take off his helmet, shake his head to rearrange his hair and his chest heaving in a relieved sigh. you want to taste him.

“hey, pretty,” he leans in to kiss your cheek. your turn your head and capture his lips with yours when he tries to pull away. he smirks when you let him go, “wow you were hungry weren’t you?”

you could push him for this, but you can’t. he bought you lunch and he’s too hot to push him away. “haha,” you deadpan, taking the lunchbox in his hand. “thank you.”

JUNGWON

“what the fuck?” you exclaim as soon as your eyes catches the insane sight behind the door’s window. the cab’s chauffeur looks at you from the rearview, wondering what is happening but you are busy looking at your boyfriend on his bike waving at you.

jungwon knows he is playing a very risky game. you were already extremely mad at him when you stormed out of the apartment. he knows that getting on his bike to follow your can either be his best or worst idea ever.

but what else can he do? you are not answering his calls nor checking his texts. you barely even looked at him during the entire morning before leaving. he couldn’t let you go to work, still angry at him.

he is quite relieved when your cab parks. he gets off his bike immediately, taking of his helmet and walking to the car.

“jungwon, what the hell—” you start as soon as he is close enough to hear you. the man is already getting on his knees before you can cuss him out. “oh my god..”

“listen, i’m sorry, please,” he starts to beg, watching you run your fingers through your hair. “i didn’t mean to hurt you or do something bad— it won’t happen again.”

“jungwon, get up,” he does as you order.

“you can’t be mad at me forever, angel, it breaks my heart.”

you sigh, he did make a lot of efforts. “go home, i’ll answers your calls.”

it’s a win for him.

RIKI

“look to your left,” your boyfriend says through the phone. you turn your head to the direction he indicated, a little hesitant and nervous for some reason yourself ignores.

your breath catches when his gaze locks with yours. riki, with his read leather jacket—matching his bike—and his cool sunglasses, are waiting for you not far away.

he takes his glasses off and leans in the kiss your lips upon you are close enough to him, “hey pretty girl, you are gorgeous.”

you smile against your boyfriend’s mouth. and your eyes wander on the bike behind him when he pulls away. you’ve never seen this one before—“is it a new one?”

riki doesn’t reply right away, you don’t think your question reaches his ears yet. he is hung on your lips for the life of him. “mh?” he looks at the bike like he forgot it was there, “oh, yes i won a race,” then he is coming for your lips again, “i deserve a reward for that, don’t you think?”

“didn’t you already have one?” you laugh. yet, you still let him kiss you.

riki’s hand hold your waist, pulling you closer than you already. “i know, babe,” he whispers, tilting his head to the side for a better angle. “i wanted another.”

분지 ܃ this isn’t my best work but i hope you enjoy nonetheless 🎀

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TOO CLOSE ⠀⭑ 𝗂’𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐕 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝖽𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌

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HEESEUNG cradles your face when you kiss, as if you are the most precious thing in existence. he knows, from the moment you put your hands above his, what is going to happen— he dislikes the sole idea of it. he wishes he could kiss you forever, never ever stop, the alarm in his head goes off when you try to pull away. he groans when your lips are not on his anymore, his eyes flutter open at the same time as yours. “are you okay, baby?” he questions the grimace on your face. you don’t answer, turning your head to the side before sneezing. he can’t help but laugh at the lovely sight, “you’re so fucking cute,” he says, diving back in.

JAY hates when it happens. he despises it. how he is so focused on your m outh, on pressing his lips against yours so eagerly yet gently. he doesn’t like when he feels so good, so free, so relieved kissing his beautiful girl. he loves to taste your fruit colored lipstick. his phone rings: one, two, three times. alas for whoever is calling, he doesn’t care— he wants to kiss you for as long as he can, until he can’t break anymore. “jay,” you say against his mouth, soon cut by another kiss from him, “jay—you—” he doesn’t even let you talk. it’s a miracle when you finally pull away, “you need to answer this, no?” too focused on your lips, he barely hears you. he leans in again, “they can wait.”

JAKE gets sad so easily, gets pouty so fast. he is always into it, into you— he drowns in the pleasure of your lips on his. his entire body shivers at the sole contact of your fingers in his hair, he stares when your mouths touch, he loves to kiss you. especially when your lips are so pretty. covered in your brand new lip combo. one kiss gets him in such a daze, he can’t stop but leans more and more. you smile despite the kiss when he follows your lips as you try to pull away. the whine that leaves his mouth makes your pulse rise up, “please.” when you open your eyes, his own are still closed, eyebrows furrowed and lips pouting. “you are ruining my makeup,” you laugh. jake groans, hiding his face in your neck.

SUNGHOON is a very passionate kisser. his mind goes completely blank when you lips touch. he forgets all his senses if it’s not touch or taste. he lets his instinct control his entire body, only thinking of you and your body pressed against his. more often than not, his body decides to make his deepest wishes come true— like making you climb on his lap or lifting you off the floor or, in this specific situation, biting your lower lip with his sharpened fangs. the funniest thing is that he is confused when you pull away, “sunghoon,” you laugh quietly. his eyes open and his lips are still puckered, “did you just bite me?” the tall man seems to regain consciousness at the exact moment, “uh,” a smirks creeps on his face, the tip of his tongue touch one of his fangs, “yeah, can i do it again?”

SUNOO knew that the movie wasn't going to be watched anyway. although, you both spent thirty minutes looking for one both of you would like. he knew that he would spend the first minutes doing nothing but thinking of the right time to kiss you. he knew that his only mission was to kiss you— he aimed for his goal and hit. in less than ten minutes you were sitting on his lap, kissing the soul out of him. everything was perfect; the movie long forgotten and the sound of your wet kisses filling his ears. perfect. until you decided that it’s a good idea to break the kiss. “hey,” his voice is hoarse, eyelids locked and lips swallowed, “come back here.” you only giggle and he guesses you are turning off the tv, that it won’t take long but he is already growing impatient. “so eager,” you whisper, leaning back in. he hums in your mouth as the kiss starts.

JUNGWON misses you all the time. even when he is the one who needs to go abroad, even when he isn’t gone yet; the fact that he is going to be far away from you breaks his heart. perhaps, it could be for a short period of tile, but it will feel like a lifetime. he wa supposed to leave over twenty minutes ago now, but he runs back to you the moment he was too close to the door for his own liking. you let him jail him with his embrace with a huge smile,on your face— if you could choose, you’ll never let him leave. but you have to, even if he is a very goo kisser and the way he lifts you up makes your entire body burn with need, he has to take his plane. “won,” you whisper his name between kisses. he hums, inviting you to continue, “you’ll miss your plane.” he kisses you even harder, as if he took your comment as a challenge: “i don’t care, i want you.”

RIKI gives the kind of kiss that makes your stomach flutter with a dozen butterflies. his lips makes your heart open full bloom, your entire body goes warm as if touched by the summer sun and your emotions are replaced with pure glee. riki does make you nervous, a lot. whether he is doing nothing or the most, he never fails to make you giggle shyly. and, for sure, especially when you are kissing. you starts giggling and he is contaminated by your sweet laugh. you end up being unable to kiss him more, as your cheeks hurt from how hard you are smiling. “i’m sorry,” you laugh, not sorry at all. riki doesn’t seem bothered. he lets you burry your laughing face in his chest.

분지 ܃ well i wrote this for whiny jake ☺️

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[okwonyo]

OUT OF OFFICE ， 𝗉𝗃𝗌

SYNOPSIS. you have dreamed for years to move into a new apartment. a nice, spacious apartment in the middle of the city — not too for from your favorite restaurant, which you would love to work with some day. your two wishes are granted, with a hot single dad too.

ABOUT. chef !jay & web designer !reader

HASHTAGS. neighbors to lovers, coworkers to lovers, single dad–rich man– restaurant owner–loser–gym rat–girl dad! jay, photographer !sunghoon, reader has a rich dad, romcom, fluff, angst if you squint — WARNINGS. cursing, skinship, kissing

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SOUNDRACK. out of office i will add more songs to it as i keep writing 💌

PREVIEW （ 1322 ） in which you meet your new neighbor: a cute little girl with a plushie that matches your own keychain. her dad comes along but it’s not the first time you meet him, though.

during the past two weeks, you discovered that moving wasn’t just fun — but also very exhausting.

it took you practically a month to open all your cardboard boxes, to buy all the elements for each piece of the immense apartment and to build every piece of furniture with your friends. it was rough.

there were also issues with lights that wouldn’t turn on or outlets that didn’t work. apart from that, your apartment was truly perfect.

you choose in the middle of the city, close to every business that would need your help, here in seoul. it wasn’t very far from your father’s work, which made you promise to pass by some time. most of your friends are nearby, there is a gym on the first floor and even a receptionist.

you saved your money for years to have the chance to afford such a huge apartment. a big room, a living room bigger than your previous place as a whole, a bathroom with a shower and toilets, another bathroom with a bath, a european kitchen and a beautiful restroom. nothing could be better.

now that you are fully moved in, you wonder how your neighbors could be. you never saw any of them.

however, that’s a conversation for later.

today is the first day of rest you have had in months. none of the clients need your help as for now. mr. park called you two days after the first time you talked. you both agreed for another meeting, which is supposed to happen in a week. it’s perfect, he gave you the time to do all the things you needed to do. now you can focus on his website.

well, after you finish your grocery shopping.

your fridge is completely empty. you don’t have fruits or vegetables. there are barely any snacks in your place, which is concerning. you can’t spend your money on restaurants anymore.

your grocery list is in the making. so immersed in it that you only notice the kid standing next to you after a few seconds.

the baby girl seems to wait for the elevator just like you do. when you look down at your feet, she is already looking up at you — her wide eyes make your heart melt. you think you have been looking at her for too long, because she grips tighter into her kurumi plushie yet her eyes don’t leave you for one bit.

crouching down, you rest your weight on your toes and make yourself a bit smaller to not scare your new neighbor.

“hello,” you greet her. your voice is barely above a whisper and filled with a sweetness that her father, watching from afar, can hardly describe. you introduce yourself, uttering your name so she can hear.

“i’m your new neighbor, i just moved here,” you say, pointing to your apartment. your eyes miss the man standing a few meters afar. “see?” the kid nods. “i hope we can get along!”

she studies you warily, with her fist clutching on her toy. eyeing the plush, you got a new idea.

“ah, kurumi!” you look for your keys in your burse. the keychain attached to them hangs in the air, the little girl’s eyes following its movement with attention. the tiny pink of the my melody keychain you own matches with the black of the kid’s kurumi plushie, “i have one too!”

the girl’s eyes dart from the keychain to her own plushie. her eyes are still worried, but it’s nothing that you warm smile can’t change. she steps closer to you, and at your crouched position you are still taller than her but she is soon to over you.

she grapes into the keychain and you let her, “we match!”

the little girl giggles. it’s shy, but she is starting to warm up to you. your heart squeezes at the notion.

“what’s your name, honey?”

she rocks on her heels, “mia.” her voice almost makes you audibly coo, but you smile instead.

“what a beautiful name,” she smiles at the compliment. “are you lost, mia?”

she shakes her head, “daddy is here.” her tiny hand points to the hall. at the hand of her index finger is a man in a suit, your eyes follow his form until meeting his face.

holy shit.

“m—mr.park?” you stutter out. the sweet look on his face takes you aback. he’s utterly smitten with how you treat his daughter. so gentle and kind, easily climbing through his daughter’s shy wall. taking your shared interests to talk to her.

he is already falling for you. not the mention that you are beautiful and have been lingering on the back of his mind since he first saw you.

he walks to you. letting mia hold onto my melody, you get up slowly so the keychain doesn’t slip away from her fingers.

“thank you,” he utter earnestly to you right when you were parting your lips. not everyone can be this patient with his daughter’s shy demeanor.

you frown, confused, “for what?”

“for being nice to her,” he chuckles. “although it’s not your job. she won’t want to leave your side now.”

you look down at the girl. her doe eyes are still on you, “ah,” you chuckle, looking back at him. “it’s nothing.” jay sees the sincerity behind your eyes, as well as the stubbornness lingering in them.

“so, you are our new neighbor?”

the information seems to have just reached your brain, “i guess?”

“well, welcome once again.” he recalls your first conversation at his restaurant.

“it’s a pleasure to have you with us.” his voice is filled with sugar, as always. you mutter a small thank you and he continues, “were you heading out?”

“yes, i need to buy some food,” you feel the need to add. “i have nothing in my apartment.”

“ah, i see,” he smiles, dimples showing off. “i was about to drop her to school but little miss forgot her backpack at home.”

you nod, looking at the tiny backpack in his hands, smiling shyly as the heat rises in your cheeks.

“daddy bought you a backpack, let the pretty lady’s keychain go now.”

he slips the complement into his sentence smoothly, it almost goes above your head. it makes you blush ever harder when mia adds, “wahh, pretty lady.”

she lets go of the keychain after a while and reaches for her father’s stretched out hand. the elevator opens and you all step into it.

“is the moving in going well?” jay speaks after a while. “do you need any help?”

you panic for some reason, “ah no, no, i finished everything just today!”

jay hums. “don’t hesitate if you need help with anything.”

chewing the inside of your cheek, you look away — avoiding his eyes carefully. you nod and a quiet moment installs itself in this elevator.

though, his eyes doesn’t leave you.

“do you want us to drop you off?” he breaks the silence once again.

the grocery store isn’t far from the place. it’s a quick ten minute walk and it’ll help you complete your steps goal, anyway.

“no, thank you,” the elevator stops at the floor you pressed — that mr. park pressed for you, in fact.

you look at mia one more time. with the smile that haven’t left your face, you give her a little wave, “goodbye angel.”

“good bye, pretty!” she exclaims back, which makes you and mr. park laugh.

you turn your attention to her father, “goodbye, mr. park,” you are already stepping outside before he can reply.

“you can call me jay!” his voice goes through the space between the closing doors.

jay is in a haze after you leave. he replays the moment you shared with his little girl over and over, feeling a singular feeling creeping in his stomach. he leans his head back against the elevator’s cold wall, hand running in his hair. he bites down a curse.

“are you going to marry her?” his daughter asks him.

he wonders where his daughter got this insight. it’s not like he can lie, she’d call him out immediately, “i wish.”

★ JIAH ! hi everyone .. so this might be surprising, i never talked about this on my account until today but i really got the idea last week and thought ‘don’t think, just do it’. i am very excited to share the work with you all, i am praying that my exam can come faster so i can post the full work TT i hope that you will like the little preview i have for you. if you are already in my permanent taglist, you don’t need to ask to join 🪽 mwah !

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[okwonyo]

USE YOUR HEART ✶ forbidden romance

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HEESEUNG

you are the day greets you with heeseung’s soft, bare, broad chest sitting politely under your head. you want to bury your face further into your pillow.

the sunlight reflects in your face— right into your eye and as you scratch it, realizations hit you. he is absolutely not supposed to be there.

you almost get dizzy from how quickly you sit up. shaking his shoulders softly, you hush his name like a desperate prayer, “heeseung, heeseung, wake up.”

he hums, his voice deep and filled with sleep. he doesn’t wake up, changing his position to hug your waist instead of laying on his back. it’s endearing, but you keep shaking him.

“babe, please.” he whines.

“heeseung, you fell asleep last night, if someone sees us you are fired,” his eyes open abruptly. “you are supposed to protect me, not cuddle with me.”

he gets up in a storm, stumbling over the covers as he gets out of bed. you sniffle a laugh as he looks for his thrown shirt, contemplating his broad back while he puts it on.

when your bodyguard turned secret boyfriend sneaked in your room last night, you swore he was going to leave in less than ten minutes. yet, this morning, he cups your face to give you a quick kiss before storming out of your room.

JAY

he waits until the attention is not on you anymore to drag you into an empty room and pin you against the cold walk. he doesn’t waste any time to smash his lips against.

jay has been waiting for this moment all day long. from the second bus shift started—when you woke up—he wanted to kiss you until none of you could breathe again.

his heart pounds in his chest when your hands slide on his neck, his own holds onto your waist for dear life, pulling you closer to his body more and more.

you kiss him with as much fervor has he does. you melt onto his touch, your body warming up as the kiss goes on. you ruin his slick back barely a few seconds in, leave your lipstick all over he mouths— and he loves it.

“we shouldn’t—” he kisses you. “we shouldn’t do—” its your fault for giving up on your sentence as soon as his lips touch yours. “we shouldn’t do this.”

you always say the same thing. since the very first time this happened, you never fault to remind him that kissing in hidden places is dangerous. jay knows it: he knows no one is rooting for your relationship but he can’t stop.

he smiles at his own homelessness, roaming his hands all over your body, “i know, angel,” he kisses you harder, even more eager. “but it’s too good to stop.”

JAKE

if jealousy is a disease, then he is deadly sick. it’s like he doesn’t try to hide it—not only he stares burning holes through the guy’s body but he isn’t afraid to complain your ears off about him.

you didn’t even kiss the guy or talk to him for more than a second, but apparently a dance is all it takes to make the walk alone from the car to your room extremely noisy, whiny and headache worthy.

you find it endearing, how easy it is to make him jealous. and jake on the other side, feels a little silly. he knows he can’t be mad at this random man for dancing with you at a ball, because nobody knows about the two of us.

but he can’t stand seeing other people have what he cannot have— the chance to be publicly smitten for you, “he was literally eye-eating you—” perhaps he made this expression up. “oh princess, you are so pretty tonight—”

he is so immersed in his jealousy that he doesn’t hear you calling for his name. you decide that it’s enough when he starts to imitate the guy’s voice.

you take his black tie and yank him close to you, shutting him up with your lips on his. jake heart’s stops, dropping in his stomach. you didn’t look around to see if anyone was there— you don’t care. you needed to shut him up.

he is stunned when you pull away, “please, be quiet.” he nods, mouth agape as you start walking again.

SUNGHOON

if you could pick one word to describe him, it would be ridiculous. dramatic. sunghoon is always doing too much, the most he can, as if he was in an action movie.

your parents love him. he is very good at his job. yes, nothing bad or any uncomfortable encounters happened in his presence. he is the perfect bodyguard, actually, he seems to truly have fun in his job.

but, “is this absolutely necessary?” you sigh, getting out of the car. it’s raining but the rain and your skin are kept apart by the umbrella sunghoon is holding above your head.

“there is no other option,” his tone is deep, face serious, the entire situation is commedic. he hands you the umbrella and he makes sure you are holding it well before letting go.

you roll your eyes when your boyfriend picks you up bridal style. it’s absolutely not necessary, you keep on telling him this. “it is, we can’t risk your pretty heels getting wet, can we?”

his sly look and smirk makes you stomach ache, full of butterflies. your heart burns with the urge of kissing him— but you can’t. you bite down your lower lip as he walks to gala’s entrance.

this is probably going to be ok the headlines tomorrow: the princess can’t walk by herself? or something amongst these lines, but you don’t care. later.

later. you’ll make sure to hide well enough to kiss him without creating a scandal.

SUNOO

anyone can be easily fooled by his pretty face. when you first met him, you thought his cute face couldn’t do much— well too lovely to protect you correctly. god knows how wrong you were.

underneath his black word suit, sunoo muscles get more obvious each day. you would know. your hands touch them whenever he kisses you. his grip is always strong on your hips.

that’s why you never forget how strong he can be and that, being your secret lover apart, he is your very protective body guard.

you get a little bit uncomfortable, worried and scared when a guy comes to you at a party. the man in front of you reeks alcohol and stands a little too close to you for your own comfort.

you tell him to leave you alone politely but he doesn’t want to. until your knight in shining armor grips his collar and yanks him away from you.

“is this guy bothering you, sunshine?” sunoo asks, with a bright smile. his grip on the stranger’s collar is strong and the other seems to be close to choking.

you watch him, with wide eyes, make the young rich man get on his knees and beg for your forgiveness. you have to tell sunoo that everything is fine a million times for him to let go.

JUNGWON

he doesn’t know what happened. he just sees you run out of your father’s office, with tears in your eyes and your hand in front of your mouth. you ran away as soon as he tried to ask you what’s wrong.

“princess!” he yells your name, out of breath. he barely is able to speak, “princess— tell what is wrong!”

you stop running after a while. jungwon lets out a sigh of relief, he takes a while to catch his breath. “damn, the things i do for you, doll.”

you show him absolutely no mercy. he yelp when you push his shoulder, harshly enough to make him hiss right after. “why didn’t you tell me that you quit your job?”

oh. this is what this is about. jungwon should have guessed, he didn’t even have time to tell you about it, “princess, listen—” he tries to reach for you hand but you step away.

“no, won,” you sniffle. “i don’t want other bodyguard, i just want you. you—you can’t leave me.”

his heart breaks, watching your tears drop from your pretty eyes. he doesn’t give up when you push his hands away whenever he tries to reach for you. he gets to cup your face at the end.

“i’m sorry for not telling you sooner.” he shushes your sobs, pulling you in his embrace. “i quit because i don’t want to hide anymore— i am so desperately in love with you.” his whispers smooth your heart. “i just want everyone to know and i will be able to if quit. don’t be sad, everything i do is for you.”

RIKI

it’s late at night when you hear a knock at your door. you finish putting your earring before getting away from the mirror and opening it.

“wow,” his voice is low, deep, barely above a whisper due to his awe. he stays speechless for a while and his gaze scanning your body makes you nervous. he steps closer to you, “i could kiss you right now.”

you giggle as he leans in. his cologne intoxicates you in a good way, as well as does his mouth gently meeting yours. he puts his hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him.

honestly, he was just aiming for a peck. however, he can’t stop, “riki,” a kiss. “riki—” another one. “we can’t kiss here.”

he hums against your lips. then upon pulling away, he gives you a lingering smooch. he

smiles when he stands straight, “you’re so pretty.”

your giggles are hushed, well too aware that there is ears everywhere. if anyone sees how close you are standing to your bodyguard, how your lipstick is still remaining warm on his lips— it’s over.

riki offers you his hand, “let me steal you away for a night.” he pulls you out of the room in a hurry. you both run away from the palace, unable to keep your laughs quiet.

분지 ܃ wrote this just to make my wife happy >< enjoy !

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HEESEUNG

when he decided to take you out for lunch, he didn’t think that—at some point— his heartbeat would halt for a split second. he enjoys his delicious meal during the entirety of the time: beyond glad that you appreciate it as well. savoring his food fully, the poor man is completely unaware of what you are planning.

he only nods when you say that you are going to make a video, for your friends and few followers to see the good food you are eating.

“hey, guys,” you greet the camera with a warm smile. “me and my current boyfriend—”

heeseung chokes on his food. the rest of your sentence falls to deaf ears and he is absolutely quick to answer, “what?” he won’t lie, his heart kind of aches but the way you laugh makes him do the same, “babe, what does that mean?”

you shrug, “well, you are my boyfriend currently, no?”

“and for a long while,” he laughs quietly, hand on his heart and voice, honest to god, shaking. “please, don’t try to kill me.”

JAY

he is always fond of the way you film everything that happens in your daily life. from your get ready with me to your vlogs with him— he loves how you keep a digital souvenir of everything you experience. even more to be part of it.

when you asked him to teach you how to cook your favorite meal, he immediately accepted as he learned how to cook it from the first time you told him about it.

he is putting on his apron when you turn the camera off, “hey, lovelies,” he waves at the camera as you say that. “my current boyfriend—” huh. “and i are going to cook today!”

rolling up his sleeves, he furrows his eyebrows. he finds the calling a tad bit weird, but he isn’t bothered by it that much. he even starts to find it funny the more you keep saying it; smiling softly, nodding at your every sentence.

“jay,” you whine, beating his shoulder weakly. “why aren’t you reacting? current boyfriend? hello?”

jay flashes you a smirk, “it’s right, won’t i be your husband one day, hm?”

JAKE

“okay, the camera is on,” you affirm, taking a step back from your phone to stand next to your boyfriend. you check if you both if in the lens perfectly— so you can show your thoroughly matching outfits.

he is so enthusiastic. he big smile makes your cheeks hurt from how hard you are smiling as well— and a little bit in anticipation of what is coming for him.

“hey everyone, i’m here with my current boyfriend and we’re—” his smile drops immediately to leave the place to a grimace that makes you laugh. his face is too funny for you to continue your sentence.

“nah, i’m not doing all that,” jake says, leaving the room to aim for the kitchen. you let your laugh calm down before taking your phone and following him. appears he decided to go to the leaving room after pouring himself some soda.

you enter the room with bryson tiller echoing in there. he fakes a sob, whipping his imaginary tears as you film him, your giggles making the camera move.

SUNGHOON

it’s interesting to see, how well your routines blend together when you are both getting dolled up. without realizing, you do the same steps at the same time. sunghoon takes a break to kiss your neck at the right time. and at the end, everything about your outfit match— something that is always caught on camera.

“here is another video with my current boyfriend,” you start, his eyes already weighing on you. “we are going out tonight again!”

sunghoon’s silence takes you aback. you watch his reflection, in the mirror in front of you, closing his eyelids and taking a deep breath. he’s so strict, god, his ears become a little red.

his tongue poke his cheek when he opens his eyes again, directly staring at you. “oh, yeah?” his voice his hoarse, sending butterflies in the pit of your stomach. the tension risen with two words only and gets worse when he continues, “repeat that again for me, sweetheart.”

“…me and my boyfriend—”

he cracks a smile, you can breathe again, “that’s what i thought.”

SUNOO

you walk out of the cafe, your favorite drink in one of your hands as the other holds the camera. your boyfriend on your side holds your purse, adjusting his hair for the camera with unwavering focus.

“so, me and my current boyfriend,” his fingers stood in his hair. saying that he is taken aback is an understatement. his eyebrows furrow and slight disgust is written on his face. but he sees how you are holding back your laughter.

he gives you a look: you think you’re funny? then he huffs. he finishes to fix his hair like nothing happened, a smile that makes you shiver creeps on his face. he waits until you finish your sentence.

he looks cute yet scary when he puts his hands on your shoulders, “yes, me and my current girlfriend are now going to—”

you wish you could push him off of you but both of you hands are taken. “what the— hey, you can’t say that.”

sunoo’s pettiness disappears immediately at the sight of your lovely pout. sometimes, he wishes he was a stronger soldier, alas he is not. “okay, okay,” he kisses your temple. “i’m sorry, baby.”

JUNGWON

he lets you sit on his lap after you press record. his arms embraces your waist without him intentending too and he absentmindedly rests his chin on your shoulder.

he only puts one hand up when you put both of yours up. holding your waist seems mandatory to him— which is very cute.

“hi guys, today i’m here with my current boyfriend,” your words roll on your tongue like sweet honey. it takes him a while to get him out of his admiration of your voice and catch your words. “we are going to play out a finger down.”

jungwon’s eyebrows shot up before furrowing. he tilts his head to the side, staring at you with a half amused, half annoyed smile. you can hear him huff right next to your ear.

he cuts you in your sentence, “can you rate your current boyfriend out of ten?”

you laugh, “what?”

“you know, your current boyfriend,” he starts, empathizing the word that bothers him. “the one you are wearing the hoodie of and sitting on his laps— rate him out of ten.”

“mmh, definitely a ten.”

“yeah?” you nod, unable to wipe off your smile. “make him exclusive then.”

RIKI

he is no stranger to tik tok and it’s trend. he knew, from the second the first video popped on his feed, that he would soon be a victim of it. he spent a lot of time accepting his fate, preparing himself for when the moment would come, always waiting for his inevitable fate to come.

his heart starts beating faster when the recording starts. “welcome back! today i’m going to ask my current boyfriend and he’ll have to answer as quickly as possible.”

okay, perhaps he didn’t train his mind very well. he hated the juxtaposition of the two words together, to refer to him especially. he nods when you ask him if he’s ready, still in shock.

“okay so, current boyfriend,” he’s going to rip his hair off. “what is your favorite memory of us?”

he answers in a second, nonetheless, “when you kissed me back.”

“very smooth, current boyfriend,” you use it like it’s his petname. “what is your favorite thing about our relationship.”

“that i’m going to be your current boyfriend for a while until i,” his face goes red, but he can’t stop talking. you can barely hear, “put a ring on it…”

“what?”

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