#7oo

[6yf]

I play dumb for smart reasons

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[okwonyo]

NERVOUS, 或 𓈒𓈒 making them loose it.

SUCC𝑖NCT───────⠀❛ 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𓈒 ❜

( R𝑒QUESTED ) 𓈒 ⠀𝒾 ⠀⦂ ⠀ 엔하이픈 ୨୧ f ╱ r! 7OO fluff ── non idol au skinship ⠀ ｡｡ ⠀ ( 𝑜𝑜𝑒𝑢𝑣𝑟𝑒𝑠 )

지아 ⠀⦂ ⠀dedicated to @jaexiyu my girlfriend 🎀

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HEESEUNG&princess treatment : the simple action of your hand reaching his cheek, then cupping his jaw in your palm ever gently before, under his hypnotised gaze, running the finger tip of your thumb on the corner of his lips— sends him into a spiral. the tip of his nose gets red and he is unable to say anything, and before he can even do, the raise of your praise stops him in his tracks. warm creeps all over his body when you pat his cheeks lovingly and says, “good boy.”

“oh my god,” he chokes.

JONGSEONG&public display of affection : listen, if there is one thing about your boyfriend is that he loves to touch you. whenever he can, wherever he can. he has a thing for doing it under the public eye— sliding his strong hand on the back of your lower back, to show everyone you are his. when you do it, it is different. you showing him off makes his heart crave you even more. your thumb rubbing his nape, here in front of all your friends, makes a shiver run down all the way to his spine. 

the world already faded away, “it tickles,” he tells you. 

JAEYUN&tucking his hair behind his ear : he has never planned on keeping his long hair for longer than a month. usually, when he finally had the time to book an appointment at the hairdresser, he would cut it again. his hair habits completely changed when you did that for the first time. he admits that his hair was a mess at that time, but he was too busy talking to you to even notice. when your finger tucked a stray harstrand behind his ear, like in the movie, the air inside of his lungs evaporated. he couldn’t even do anything, and you adding ‘keep on going, baby’ didn’t help much.

“o-okay,” he stuttered out.

SUNGHOON&eye contacts : the hottest part about this, he thinks, is that you have no idea of the true power you have on him. he doesn’t think you even realize what is the reason he stutters or stops breathing when you talk. even during the times whereupon you watch him from afar, he stops completely in his tracks— as if you have mind control—you don’t understand. it’s your eyes, he whines all the time to his friends about. your godforsaken eyes boring in his, alluring him like a siren in the ocean, closing his mouth. 

“i—you—we,” he malfunctions, his stomach aches from all the butterflies in it.

SUNOO&pet names : he remembers, there was a time where he would find any sort of petnames given by romantic partners beyond embarrassing. he was never the type to call any one by those and disliked the idea of someone using one on him. he realized later on that it wasn’t disgust but sheer nervousness. because, yes, he admits that he has a weakness that would fall on his knees for you if you dare to call him ‘babe’ one more time. he especially loves when you say it in a whine— when you groan his petnames.

he hides his face in the crook of your neck before giggling, “what?”

JUNGWON&flirting back : as the annoying and teasing boyfriend that he is, making you so flustered that your face burns and that you trip over the words you are trying to get out of your mouth, is his first mission. and he succeeds most of the time, a quick “don’t hesitate to call me if you need a hand taking that off,” while looking down at your dress. but when you retort with an “don’t start something you can’t finish, handsome,” as you slightly quirk your brow— it’s different. 

“bet?” he says after five minutes of silence, but you are already doing something else. 

RIKI&compliments : never in his life he has found praise and compliments embarrassing to get. in the contrary, he loved them a lot. although it is not embarrassing when it comes from you, it’s totally different— and he can’t really pinpoint why. it is just that you have always been something else, you have always known the exact way to make his emo boy act melt in one single word. his heart completely bursts when you cup his face and coo, “isn’t he so cute?”

he holds your wrist, not to get your hands away, however. he chuckles like an highscool girl amd trailing the word, “stop,”

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[seulw0nz]

` ꣑꣒‎ ONE WIN, ONE DATE : 심재윤 ─── 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍

ʬʬ. football player!jake x cheerleader!reader 𖥔 ݁ ARCHiVE 7OO wordcount fluff . . . skinship, kisses ꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱ happy bday to jakey, && for my juni bby

YOU'RE STANDING ON THE SIDELINES, pom-poms in hand, watching jake tear through the field like he owns it. he’s got this intensity in his eyes, the kind that makes your pulse pick up because you know he’s giving it his all—just to win this game. all for one reason: he bet you that if he wins, he gets to ask you out.

it’s been a fun, flirty thing between you two for weeks now, but this? this is new. he made sure the whole team knew about his little bet, which has them teasing him endlessly about finally "making a move on his dream girl." you catch a few of his teammates smirking and nudging him before the game starts, and jake just rolls his eyes with a lopsided grin, eyes glancing at you every now and then. you swear you can feel his gaze even from across the field.

the game is close, way too close for your liking. you’re on edge, practically jumping each time he gets the ball, and maybe you’re clapping a little louder than anyone else (not that you liked him, or maybe you did). in the final minutes, it’s tied, and jake’s team has the ball. you watch as he gets the ball, weaving through the opposing team with an ease.

the crowd holds its breath, and so do you.

with a swift, clean kick, jake scores, sealing the win. the stadium erupts, but jake’s eyes find you instantly, a smug, triumphant smile on his face as he’s mobbed by his teammates. when they finally let him go, he sprints over to you, his eyes lighting up with joy.

“so…” he starts, leaning over, hands on his knees, slightly out of breath but still managing to look cocky. “still gonna pretend you’re not into me?”

you roll your eyes, though your cheeks are definitely giving you away. “who said i was ever into you?”

“i could tell.” jake flashes that heart-melting smile, moving closer. you’re aware of the other cheerleaders watching, and you’re definitely aware of his hand grazing your waist, lingering just long enough to make your heart race.

“oh, yeah? you’re that confident?” you ask, trying to sound unaffected, but your voice betrays you.

“confident enough to win a game for you,” he says with a smirk. “and i did say i’d ask you out if i won.”

“so ask away, sim,” you challenge, folding your arms.

he lets out a chuckle, his fingers brushing yours as if testing the waters. “okay, let me ask properly, then.” jake clears his throat dramatically, taking your hand in his. “y/n, would you do me the honor of going out with me?”

you’re pretty sure the butterflies in your stomach are doing somersaults, but you manage to keep your cool—sort of. “hmm… maybe. depends. what kind of date are we talking about?”

jake grins, squeezing your hand gently. “whatever you want. something fun. something that’ll make you smile like that.” he nods at you, obviously noticing the way your lips are curving, despite your attempt to stay composed.

“fine,” you say, relenting with a playful eye roll. “but only because you tried so hard.”

he leans in, closer than before, his voice just above a whisper. “only the best for you.”

your heart skips, and you glance down, trying to hide the way his words affect you. but jake isn’t done; he tilts your chin up, meeting your gaze. "guess you’re stuck with me now.”

“guess so,” you whisper, feeling heat rise to your cheeks as you realize he’s not moving back. his hand is still at your waist, his thumb gently tracing circles on your hip. the stadium is still loud around you, but it feels like it’s just the two of you here, his face inches from yours.

“think i can get a ‘good game’ kiss?” he asks with a wink, his voice teasing but hopeful. you roll your eyes, but you can’t hide the way you’re smiling now.

“don’t push your luck, sim.” but before he can respond, you lean up, giving him the quickest, softest peck on the lips. it’s barely there, but it’s enough to make his eyes widen in surprise and a smile spread across his face.

“you’re making me want to win every game now,” he says, looking down at you like you’re the only person in the world.

“i guess you’ll just have to keep scoring, then,” you reply with a grin, stepping back slightly, though your hand stays in his, fingers tangled together.

“oh, trust me, y/n,” he murmurs, tightening his hold on you, “i’ll be scoring a lot.”

[soov]

OVERWORKED。 park jongseong

gn reader & lawyer jay ᗢ 7OO words ━━ comfort ꕀ non idol au, estabilished relationship (engaged), heavily inspired by higuruma’s lore ⌗ WARNiNGS pet names, brief kissing, brief mental health talk.

Jay was exhausted, terribly so. His job as a lawyer was taking a heavy toll on him, to the point that he got dark eye circles and buzzing headaches every day of the week.

He couldn’t win a single case, mostly because his clients were always the “obviously” guilty ones, according to the many judges he had met. Even then, he kept fighting for the people he thought were unfairly charged, doing as much as he could to win their cases. However, the more he lost his cases, the worse his mental state got.

Fishing his keys from his pocket, he quickly unlocked the front door of his house. Jay took off his shoes and shrugged off his coat, loosening his tie. The lawyer was sure he’d topple over at any time now, his head and muscles aching. But, as soon as he caught a glimpse of you, his disheartened frown softened.

You looked up from your journal and noticed the arrival of your fiancé, smiling sweetly at him, “Hi, baby.”

“Hi, my love.” He sighed deeply, walking up to the couch where you sat and dropping to his knees. His spiky, chestnut hair was all splayed across your thighs, and his hands lazily reached up to your hips. “Missed you so much…”

A giggle left you as you began caressing the head on your lap. “Me too,” you muttered, watching him croon appreciatively under your touch. “How was your last hearing?”

The man wanted to bury himself alive at your question, knowing you referred to the case he had just lost after a few months of working on it. He was so, so sure he’d win it — he had all the proofs needed, laws he could resort to, but none of them seemed of use when the judge charged his client guilty. He couldn’t even tell you how mad he got in that court, nearly causing the authorities to take him away from there, much less how his own client humiliated him in all ways possible when they were outside.

When Jay took note of his silence, he replied bitterly, “Lost it. Again.”

With a hum, you spoke, “I’m proud of you.” You told him softly, cupping his cheek when he gazed up at you confusedly.

“What? You’re proud that I lost?”

“No, dummy, I’m proud of you for doing your best. I know how hard you worked on it.” You explained, tracing the dark spots under his eyes with your thumb. Jay immediately leaned into your palm at that.

He felt bashful for receiving praise, but he couldn’t deny that it felt amazing having someone to recognize his hard work. “Thank you…” The dark-haired lawyer hesitated.

The moment you removed your hand from his face, he groaned, chasing your warmth. “Don’t move…” He pleaded, desperately clinging to your body and looking up at you for comfort.

“I’m not leaving you, Jay.” You reassured him, avoiding his eyes, that looked extremely pitiful behind his rimless glasses. These words were really sweet when they came from you. With open arms, you laid down on the cushions. “Come here.”

Jay complied, showing an uncharacteristic vulnerable side. Usually, he was the one cradling and pampering you, but the change seemed pretty nice to him. He made sure not to crush you with his body, laying next to you with his head on your chest.

“He was innocent. I swear, all the proof I had were in his favor.” He started. “I should’ve won this case for him.”

“I know, baby, I know.” Nodding, you began to card your fingers through his glossy hair. “But you did all you could. It’s not your fault.”

Grunting, he buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling the comforting scent of your perfume. “Yeah, I suppose so.” Jay muttered, lazily caressing the side of your hips. Maybe he should start coming to you for reassurance more often. “Thank you.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled, leaning back a bit to observe your fiancé, and giving him a short — but much needed — kiss. “Wanna take a bath or eat something?”

“Just cuddles, please.” He rasped, irises shining up at you behind his frames. “We can worry about that later.”

𔓕　LETTERS FROM REi ━━ jay and higuruma my fav duo

2024 © SOOV

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` ✶ S𝓲TUATiONSHiP WITH ENHYPEN

ʬʬ. enhypen x reader 𖥔 ݁ ARCHiVE 7OO wordcount fluff . . . skinship, kisses, situatonship ꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱ hai, hope u enjoy this one flueries :33

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

it’s always the same with him—heeseung showing up unannounced, a lazy grin on his lips as he leans against your doorframe. "miss me, baby?" he teases, slipping inside without waiting for an answer. his cologne wraps around you like a second skin as he flops onto your couch, patting the space beside him. you hesitate, as always, but sit anyway. his arm loops around your shoulders, pulling you closer. “why do you keep doing this, heeseung?” you mumble, eyes fixed on the tv that neither of you are watching. he tilts his head, brushing his thumb along your jaw. “doing what, angel?” he whispers, voice smooth. and just like that, you’re caught again, his lips brushing your temple like it means something. but does it? with heeseung, you’re never sure.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐀𝐘

“you’re really gonna stay out there all night?” jay’s voice cuts through the still air, his figure leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, the faintest hint of a smirk on his lips. you shrug from your seat on the porch steps, pulling his hoodie tighter around you. “maybe. the stars are nicer than you.” his chuckle is low, teasing, as he steps closer, crouching down beside you. “is that so, princess?” his fingers find the hem of your sleeve, grazing yours casually—too casually. you hate the way your heart flips. “you’re impossible,” you murmur, though you don’t pull away. “but you still call me, don’t you?” he counters, voice soft now, eyes searching yours. you sigh, resting your head on his shoulder despite yourself. “shut up, jay.” his laughter rumbles in his chest, his lips brushing your temple. "you like it when i'm impossible."

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄

it’s always him that makes your heart race, even when you swore you wouldn’t let it. “you’re staring, doll,” jake teases, his voice low, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips as he leans closer. your breath hitches, and he notices—of course, he notices. “and if i am?” you shoot back, tilting your chin up defiantly. “then i’d say you’re making this too easy for me,” he murmurs. it’s always like this—close, but not close enough. his hand drifts to your waist as if testing boundaries, and your pulse quickens. “you’re infuriating,” you mutter, trying not to smile. “but you like me like this,” he counters, his gaze locking onto yours. and you hate how much he’s right.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍

your breath catches when sunghoon leans closer, the thrum of the party fading into the background. “you good, baby?” he murmurs, voice low. you nod, heart racing, but the way his hand lingers on your waist makes it impossible to think straight. his touch is casual—like always—but the way his thumb draws slow circles against your skin feels anything but. “you’ve been quiet,” he adds, eyes scanning your face like he’s searching for something. you force a small laugh, shrugging. “just... thinking.” his brow arches, playful smirk tugging at his lips. “about me?” he teases, but there’s a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. you roll your eyes, pushing his shoulder lightly. “don’t flatter yourself.” but when his hand tightens ever so slightly on your waist, pulling you just a bit closer, you know he already has.

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎

“you’re gonna catch a cold, sunshine,” sunoo murmurs, draping his hoodie over your shoulders before pulling you closer under the shared blanket. his arm lingers around your waist. “don’t call me that,” you mutter, and his signature teasing grin appears. “why not? you’re my sunshine, aren’t you?” the way he says it, so casually, makes your chest ache with confusion. you glance up, searching his expression, but he avoids your gaze, focusing on the movie playing. moments like this blur the lines between what you are and what you aren’t, and it’s maddening. his hand slips down to intertwine with yours, squeezing gently. “you overthink too much,” he whispers, his lips brushing your temple. you want to believe him, but the way his actions and words never quite align.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍

"you okay, sweetheart?" jungwon’s voice is soft as he leans in, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. the nickname makes your heart flutter, though it shouldn’t—not when you don’t even know what you are. his hand lingers on your cheek, thumb grazing your skin in a way that feels too intimate for two people who supposedly have no strings attached. “you’ve been quiet,” he murmurs, his concern evident as he tilts his head to meet your gaze. the way he looks at you, like you’re the only one in the room, sends mixed signals. he’s always so gentle, holding doors open, walking you home, yet never crossing a line. “i’m fine,” you reply, your voice barely audible. jungwon smiles, that warm, heart-stopping smile, before pressing a featherlight kiss to your temple. “you’ll tell me if you’re not, yeah?” but you’re not sure if he means it the way you hope he does.

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈

"c’mon, sweetheart, admit it—you missed me," riki smirks, leaning lazily against the counter, arms crossed. his teasing tone earns him an eye roll, but he just chuckles, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “don’t flatter yourself,” you shoot back, crossing your arms. he steps closer, his fingers brushing yours like it’s casual—except it never is with him. "admit it, you love having me around," he whispers, eyes glinting with amusement. "love’s a strong word," you retort, but he grins wider, clearly enjoying the banter. "fine, like then. i’m irresistible, aren’t i?" you laugh, shoving his shoulder. "keep dreaming, ki." he gasps dramatically. "you wound me," his hand presses to his chest, and before you can respond, he flicks your forehead, grinning. “see? you do like me—i’m growing on you.”

[shy2-29]

Hii I really love your writing style since Taesan has been looking a lil too captivating these days I was wondering if you could turn this small fantasy into a short story 😭❤️

What I envision is like a sweet yet quite boy who likes to tease y/n he has a fair amount of friends and a good social group but towards them he’s more jumpy and immature with you he’s has a bubbly like soft persona. He’s mature and treats y/n like a princess. I was hoping you could add your own twist to this (like you were able to do with the heesung story “why didn’t you text back). Also as mature as he is he has a hard time controlling himself around y/n and can become really clingy with lack of attention. 🧃

OMG WHAT WHY IS THIS ACTUALLY SO GOOD???!

TAESAN AS UR BF ◟⠀ 한동민 ❝　⎯⎯ 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝖠𝖫𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖭𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖵𝖤𝖫𝖸    ⸝⸝   “𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽,” — 𝖧𝖺𝗇 𝖣𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇

𝗍𝖺𝖾𝗌𝖺𝗇 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋    ⠀'ㅅ'⠀   (7OO)    ｡   𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉    ..   但    𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀     「 MORE 」

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01. boyfriend!taesan who tries to seem cool in from of his friends, leaving you confused on the personality switch. 02. boyfriend!taesan who praises you for literally everything you do.

“Did you eat yet princess?” “Yeah” “Good girl” | “I just walked the dogs” “you worked so hard y/n, go lie down”

03. boyfriend!taesan who doesn’t let you put on your shoes

he stops you from putting on your shoes as he bends down and grabs it from your hands. “no princess should get there hands dirty”

04. boyfriend!taesan who is clingy around you and whines a lot

“y/nnnnn when will you be home?” | “it’s been an hour, taesan”

05. boyfriend!taesan who likes seeing you wear his hoodies

sneaks behind you and gives you a big back hug as he takes in his own scent mixed with yours | presses gentle kisses on top of your head

06. boyfriend!taesan who does skincare with you

“I look like you when I wear this headband, don’t I? But how come I don’t become a princess when I wear it?”

07. boyfriend!taesan who begs to snuggle up in bed for just a little longer when it’s cold—but you have to go

“five more minutes, please y/nnn! you’re so warm and you smell so good…”

08. boyfriend!taesan who calls you a lot of pet names

“babe, do you have plans today?” | “you look so good like this honey” | “are you cold princess?”

09. boyfriend!taesan who calls you 자기야 (jagiya) — often translated to honey, darling, or sweetie

“jagiya, are you hungry?” | “jagiya, I’ll be home from work soon~ don’t miss me too much”

10. boyfriend!taesan who likes to shower you with kisses

forehead, nose, cheek, lips, neck, hand, ear, etc etc

11. boyfriend!taesan who cares you around

“You shouldn’t waist your energy, here I’ll help” | piggyback, bridal style, more…

12. boyfriend!taesan who loves holding your hand

“see? Don’t your hands feel warmer?”

13. boyfriend!taesan who loves to take photos of you

“let me take a photo of you over there, it’s pretty” | “why don’t I take a photo of you princess?”

14. boyfriend!taesan who flops onto the bed and clings onto you after a long day at work

“y/n I’m exhausted…need my charger” | “mhh, missed you princess”

15. boyfriend!taesan who gets extra clingy when you call someone else cute that isn’t him

“taesan, I need to go use the washroom!” “Is Riwoo actually cuter than me?” “Of course not, you know you’re the cutest” “say it again y/n”

16. boyfriend!taesan who likes to show your parents silly videos he takes of you

“and this is a video of y/n doing ____, it was so cute, right y/n?”

17. boyfriend!taesan who pouts when you ask him to do agyeo when he asks you to do something

“really y/n? right now?”

Cried for hours making this it’s so bad but first bnd Drabble if you have any requests, feel free to ask

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YOU'VE KNOWN HEESEUNG FOR AS LONG AS YOU CAN REMEMBER, always just a shadow in the background as your brother’s best friend. he was the boy who would sneak extra slices of pizza to you when your brother wasn’t looking, the one who’d ruffle your hair and call you “kid” even though you were only a year younger. back then, he was just a tall, lanky teenager with a goofy grin and a voice that cracked every other sentence.

but now… well, now he’s different.

he’s grown into himself, all long limbs and sharp jawlines, with a voice that’s deep and smooth, the kind that makes your stomach flip when he says your name. you don’t remember when the shift happened, when you started seeing him as more than just your brother’s best friend. maybe it was the summer you turned eighteen, and he spent most of it at your house, lounging by the pool with your brother, his skin turning golden under the sun. or maybe it was the way he’d started looking at you, like he was seeing you for the first time.

whatever it was, it’s there now, this tension between you two that neither of you can ignore.

you’re sitting in your living room, the tv playing some random movie that neither of you are really watching. your brother’s out with friends, leaving you and heeseung alone in the house. he’s sitting on the opposite end of the couch, a safe distance that feels like a chasm, but his eyes keep flicking to you, his gaze heavy, like he’s fighting the urge to do something.

“hey,” he says, breaking the silence. “you okay?”

“yeah, i’m fine,” you reply, but your voice is quiet, too quiet, and he knows you well enough to catch it.

he shifts closer, just a little, his knee brushing against yours. “you don’t seem fine. something on your mind?”

you glance at him, then quickly look away, your heart pounding. “just… thinking.”

he tilts his head, studying you. “thinking about what?”

you hesitate, biting your lip. you’ve never been good at hiding things from him, but this feels like crossing a line you’re not sure you can come back from. “do you ever… think about us?” you finally ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

heeseung’s eyes widen slightly, caught off guard by your question. “us?” he echoes, his voice low, almost cautious.

“yeah,” you say, your eyes still focused on the tv screen, though you’re not really seeing it. “like… if we were more than just… friends.”

there’s a long pause, and you can feel the tension thickening between you. finally, heeseung lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “all the time,” he admits, his voice soft.

your heart skips a beat, and you turn to look at him, really look at him. “then why didn’t you say anything?”

he runs a hand through his hair, looking almost nervous—a rare sight for someone as confident as heeseung. “because you’re my best friend’s sister,” he says, his voice a little shaky. “and if i messed things up, it wouldn’t just be between us. it’d be between me and your brother too.”

“so you’d rather just… keep quiet? even if you felt something?” you ask, your heart aching at the thought.

heeseung shakes his head, a small, sad smile on his lips. “it’s not that simple, baby girl. i didn’t want to risk losing you.”

the familiar pet name makes your heart flutter, but this time, it’s laced with a different kind of emotion. “but you’re not losing me,” you say softly, your voice trembling. “i’m right here.”

heeseung’s eyes soften, and he reaches out, his hand cupping your cheek. “can i kiss you?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

your breath catches in your throat, but you nod, unable to find your voice. the world seems to slow down as heeseung leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that’s soft, tentative, like he’s testing the waters. but when you respond, kissing him back, the dam breaks.

the kiss deepens, and heeseung’s hand moves to your waist, pulling you closer. you can feel the heat of his body, the way his heart is racing just as fast as yours. your fingers find their way to his hair, tangling in the soft strands, and he lets out a low groan that sends shivers down your spine.

“i’ve wanted this for so long,” heeseung murmurs against your lips, his voice husky with desire. “you have no idea.”

you pull back just enough to catch your breath, your forehead resting against his. “then why didn’t you say anything?” you ask again, your voice a little stronger now.

heeseung chuckles softly, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “because i was scared, okay? scared that you didn’t feel the same, that i’d ruin everything between us.”

“but i do feel the same,” you confess, your voice trembling with the weight of your words. “i’ve felt this way for a while now.”

heeseung’s smile widens, relief washing over his features. “then we’ve both been idiots,” he says, his tone light, but there’s a seriousness in his eyes that makes your heart ache.

“yeah,” you agree, a small laugh escaping your lips. “we have.”

[6yf]

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HEESEUNG

listen, he is only a man. a simple and weak man. so, it's natural that his pulsations and desires are often too strong to be controlled.

it would be ten times stronger when it comes to you.

so, yes, when he sees your lips curling into a tiny pout and a slight frown appearing on your face when your boyfriend is not giving you enough attention for your liking— he coos. how could he not?

“are you pouting, baby?” he would ask, hands cupping your face while you roll your eyes at the evident and sincere fondness in his eyes. because, of course, he would love that.

then, he would pull you in a hug that you would not even respond to: your arms like glued under your chest. he would not give up, though, quite the opposite.

his arms would tighten around you, rocking you both side to side before pulling away slightly and affirming, “my attention is all yours now, alright?”

(and okay, maybe you would break a smile at that.)

JAY

you would always get your way.

at least, with that is for sure. he would not be scared to admit that, there is no reason for him to be scared, anyway. it is not like he would ever put up a fight.

which is the exact reason why he would end up in a sanrio shop at ten in the morning despite the fact that you both want out to get bread, for breakfast, in the first place.

(you opted for croissants instead— he supplied.)

he would find himself tilted his head down so you could put a badtz-maru hairpin in his hair— because he, too, is a rockstar. now, the ‘he’ in question being your lover or the animated penguin is up to interpretation

you would touch the hairpin of you favorite character on your hair, where he carefully put it.

“can we match?” you would ask, and before he can even consider, the deadly cute pout plus eyelashes batting combo would pop up. his breath would hitch.

his eyes would flicker from your eyes to your mouth, gaze getting softer and fonder although he didn’t think that was possible. “of course, my heart” he would respond while planting a kiss on your head.

JAKE

it might sound a bit over-dramatic or referred to as ‘overreacting’ but he would—and these would be his own words—he would feel his chest closing on itself and his vision getting blurry and his breath getting fainter and his brain aching and maybe he would be right.

his puppy eyes staring at you, kicked puppy expression written all over his face as you blatantly ignore his presence as a whole.

this would be so unfair. because your lips would look so cute and read to be kissed senseless. alas, you would always turn your head away from his kisses every time he tries.

he would whine, “come on,” even plead, “please, at least kiss me.” silence, “i feel like i’m dy—”

the connection of your mouths would send him in an instant daze. sweet lips of yours moving on his stopping him from saying something dumb—and annoyingly cute. his favorite genre.

although you go back to pouting, this kiss you shared will shut him up for a while. you both got what you wanted.

SUNGHOON

“listen,” he would say softly yet—trying to be—firm. “i know you really want to but i don’t think it is…”

when he turns his head to look at you, his words would get stuck in is throat, his chest heaving when your gaze falls into his.

and it is not like he would not try to continue but his mind would erase all his memories. head suddenly full of different plans of your wide eyes and pouty lips in multiple sizes.

as if you would be playing some weird psychological trick on him— he would suddenly nod, slowly, surely drinking the message you are trying to communicate with him.

“i-i mean,“ he would whisper. “we can totally do that,” heat would rise to his cheeks when he would see you smile. “and whatever you would like.“

(and a few kisses, of course.)

SUNOO

would be the starting this whole pouting and sulking mess— but he would soon realize he had started a competition he can’t win.

“are you—are you really sulking, right now?” you would ask him, snort to be completely honest. and after a while of poking his cheeks and being welcomed by silence you would leave.

this man would miss you as soon as you leave. because, even if he would be sulking, there is really no point in doing so if you are not watching him. plus, he wants you to be with him anyway.

so, he would follow you three seconds after you leave.

then when he sees you being the one with jutted lips, his boyfriend instincts would immediately take over his sulking nature.

he would stumble on a few things on his way to you, and when he finally has his hands on you, he holds tight, “okay, okay,” he would say as he pulls you closer. kissing your cheek. “i’m sorry, please don’t sulk.”

JUNGWON

your first mistake would be thinking that he would do anything as close as leaving you alone if you would dare start to pout.

he would shamelessly take that as an invitation and would kiss your pout away. “i’m sorry,” he would declare after getting a taste of it.

he would stare at you with a mocking frown for a while. waiting for you to say or do something. but you wouldn’t, because you would like it.

he would kiss you again. soft and loving. “i love you,” he would declare. with confident eyes and a steady voice. like a prince determined to get his princess back, sort of.

your voice would crack when you immediately say back, “no,” because of the smile trying to break on your face— he would take that as a win.

“i love you,” he would press, against your lips

and your teeth would collide as you would both smile so widely.

RIKI

would love to tease you. it would be a sort of love language, if you like to put it that way. one of many, because he has a lot of love for you inside of his chest and cannot help but show it in every way possible.

therefore, yes, he can be much of a tease sometimes. but, thus, only if you know that he doesn’t mean any of it.

he would always get worried when you pout for too long. when you don’t speak anymore and, just, sit there with a frown.

he would come sit next to you, close, so you know be is still there. “i’m sorry,” he would say with a serious face and tone. worry forming in his chest and reflecting in his eyes.

his heart would lighten when you chuckle in disbelief, “no worries,” you would nudge his shoulder like those teenage girls trying to flirt. “i was just messing with you.”

and he would groan in relief before falling onto your laps, and getting a apologetic kiss.

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[grafitti-translator]

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[junislqve]

omg. thank you so much for 900 i couldnt have done this without you all. we’re only a hundred away from 1OOO and that’s so insane i didn’t ever think ill reach such a number. i just reached 7OO a while ago and i can’t believe im so close to another milestone > <

thank you, to everyone who has stuck around ! you’ve all been so patient with me TT ive had my ups and downs and i love you all dearly. especially thankful for my mutuals who have been there for me and supporting me ! i love you all from the bottom of my heart.

thank you to carrots and 3niz for being my closest friends. you guys have been so sweet to me and have uplift me when i feel like i’m not good enough. i love you guys to the moon and back 💌

happy christmas eve to you all, have the best of your holidays ♥︎ i have one work ready for you guys that’ll be posted soon. all love > <

[cupidhoons]

• 7OO milestone!

i'm shakinh while typing this out wow i did not think i would be able to grow this account to how it was before nonetheless reach 700 flipping followers???/? THAT IS INSANE THANK U GUYS SO MUCH?? 😢😢😢 i love u all so effing much oh my goodness 😖 thank you all for your patience and being so kind to me always 😓 i'm not the best person in the world, especially as i've messed up a few big times (before and even now!), but you guys have only ever shown me love, support, and appreciation 🥹 thank you guys so much!!