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[6yf]

I play dumb for smart reasons

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[okwonyo]

CAN YOU SEE ME？ IM WAITING FOR THE RIGHT TIME ..

──── 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇.

bsf!enhypen x fem!rea 7OO non-idol au fluff potential future relationship ૮(^﹏^ ! skinship jealousy 【 MUSÉE 】

じや wrote this in a rush ! enjoy 🎀

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𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 ｡ ｡ watches you from a distance. with his eyes wide as a deer caught in the headlights, he doesn’t say anything or does anything about it— he just watches. he can’t help but observe your movements, the way you laugh or how you tuck your hair behind your ear while you talk to the other man. he studies you, sadness in his eyes, trying to find out if you are interested in someone other than him or not. “what?�� you ask him when you see the grimace on his face. instead of answering, he questions you too, “do you like him?” relief washes over him in a wave when you shake your head, “i thought we were just talking but he wanted more,” then you add, “i’d rather spend time with you”.

⠀ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ﹙ᵕ ᵕ⠀look under the cut ! ♡

𝐉𝐀𝐘 ｡ ｡ is always near you. in any circumstances, in any sort of place. if you are near, he is too— almost as if he was your bodyguard or, you as you prefer to say, guardian angel. any person that approaches you, approaches him too and needs to get approved by him to even talk to you. therefore, there is no need to explain that when a guy tries to talk to you, they get hit by a presence impossible to ignore right behind you. the menacing glares can make anyone pale and stumble over their words in front of you. and the funniest part, is that you are well aware of that but decide to act clueless— always shooting a fake confused look at him before smiling sweetly when yet another man runs away from you.

𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 ｡ ｡ as your known best friend, many people come to him when they wonder if you are single and try to find a way to ask you out. unfortunately for them, he is not only your best friend but also desperately and irrevocably in love with you. so, in lieu of giving proper answers and advice, he assures them that you are already taken, by no one else but him. and to be completely honest, it works quite well. he even likes to, just for the sake of the silly little lie— of course, be really clingy in front of others. you don’t mind, he has always been like that, and it makes him happy to touch you for a second and be your lover. even if it’s through everyone’s eyes but yours.

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 ｡ ｡ he has a special radar for whoever has romantic interests towards you. i mean, he would know how having a crush ok you feels like. since he has been in love with you since primary school. so, where are both around someone who seems to like a you a little bit too much, he starts his extra-clingy and affectionate best friend act. draping his arm on your shoulders, talking to you nonstop and asking for your attention as soon as your eyes go on anywhere else but him. “are you drunk?” you laugh all of the time, not even annoyed in the slightest. he is drunk, drunk in love.

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎 ｡ ｡ he is unable to control his face when a guy comes to talk to you. he stares at him with a disgusted and utterly offended expression on the surface of his face. as soon as romance is being involved, he tugs you close without thinking— the petname ‘sweetheart’ even slip out. you don’t seem to mind, you only excuse yourself to your other interlocutor before focusing fully on your best friend. when you don’t look, he shoots to the flabbergasted man a very proud grin. he loves to be your favorite.

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 ｡ ｡ he is flabbergasted, took over by immense disbelief and utter shock. he just watched the cashier shamelessly flirt with you— right in front of hom, without decorum. yes, he is not your boyfriend, but come on! he believes that the cashier should have been a little bit ashamed at least. “please,” he pleads as soon as you get out of the shop. “don’t tell me you are going to go out with that guy.” you immediately smile, a teasing question already tingling your tongue, “why? are you jealous?” his heart drops, his face reddens and he starts walking as you chuckle.

𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 ｡ ｡ uses all his strength to try to not be jealous— alas, he fails as soon as he even thinks about you and that ‘nobody’ together. he looks at you with sad eyes and a frown, as if he was a kicked puppy, whereupon you tell him you got asked on a date by the stranger. “wouldn’t you rather spend time with me?” he asks you, and you giggle. “what? this guy will be boring in two weeks but, i will be fun forever.” this idiot isn’t even able to contain his happiness when you tell him that he is right, that you will stay with him tonight. he is so happy that he hugs you, tight.

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[yuzujjn]

` 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.”

[pivoinev]

　　　୨୧　DRUNK OFF YOU.

　　𝑟𝑒́𝓈𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑟 𖫲 ❛ when she drunkenly kisses you ❜

사랑과 애정 　──　 ellie williams ♡ 𝑓. reader ⟡ 7OO fluff best friends to lovers ﹗ drinking kissing skinship ⋮ ૮◞ ◟𑁬 [ 𝑐𝗅𝑖𝑐𝗄 ]

The music blared from the speakers. Lights flashed and wove around people, casting dancing shadows on the walls as Ellie watched you from afar. She stared at you in your short, navy blue dress──the same one she helped you pick out the night before. She scanned the flushed look on your face while you continued to drink, your smile wide and infectious as you chatted with a mutual friend.

She poured herself a drink, the air thick with the smell of alcohol, sex, and weed. The sound of laughter erupted around her while underlined by the occasional whining of someone wanting to go home. But she couldn’t give less of a fuck about them when you were there. Her heart sank with adoration and anxiety as she swallowed her drink.

Memories of you flashed through her mind, bringing back the warmth of your body as you held her tightly after that argument with Joel. The way you gently rubbed her head while she cried into your shoulder, fingers twirling in her hair. She missed it so fucking bad.

Her eyes drifted back to you, and for a brief moment, your gazes locked before Ellie embarrassingly turned away.

She told herself a million times that tonight would be different, that she would enjoy herself without doing anything stupid. You were her best friend; that should’ve been enough. But as she watched you laugh, a familiar ache settled in her chest.

From across the room, you watched Ellie seize a bottle of vodka, downing it as if it were nothing more than water. Your heart drowned in anxiety as you observed her, wondering what brought her to this point──to drown herself out with alcohol.

Thoughts plagued Ellie’s mind, intensifying with every sip. What if I ruin everything? She took a deep breath, feigning a smile as she stole a glance at you, shaking her head at her own stupidity. Just a friend, she reminded herself, lugging down another glass as if hoping it would drown out her feelings for you.

Drink after drink, Ellie felt herself slipping, the thought of you blooming in her mind like marigolds bursting after the spring rain. But with each sip, the line between friend and something more began to blur. She became loosened, like a knot finally untied.

…

The world around her began to blur and spin as the drinks flowed. Everything became a morphed, distorted hum, but your voice cut through the haze with sudden clarity. She blinked slowly, each flutter of her lashes attempting to swat away the encroaching drowsiness.

You examined her state, noting the way she mumbled to herself and the consistent faltering in her step. Concern gripped you as you walked toward her.

The room tilted, and Ellie staggered backward against the cold wall, sliding down into a crouch. She could still feel the warmth of your skin from that day; the soft fragrance you wore filled her senses in a phantom state.

“Ellie..?”

Her heart plummeted when she heard your voice, panic igniting as she looked at you. You furrowed your brows in unease, watching her with distraught eyes. Your gaze lingered on hers for a moment before she rose unsteadily to her feet.

“Ellie, what’s go──“ your voice slipped from your lips like a ghost as Ellie’s hands gently cupped your face, her heart pounding like the hooves of a race horse. A warm rush filled your cheeks, your knees becoming jelly as your eyes locked.

Any sense of rational thought evaporated as she leaned in, her lips capturing yours and fully immersing herself into you. The taste of liquor tainted the sweet kiss as you fell victim to her intoxicating flavour.

Ellie pulled back slightly and your breath quickened. A smile graced her face as her eyes flickered from your lips to your pretty eyes. You longed for the bittersweet taste of her kiss, wrapping your arms around her neck and pressing against her.

Ellie’s lips found yours again, and you melted into the kiss, surrendering to her touch as her hands lingered on your lower back. Her fingers dug into your skin, pulling you closer, a craving for more igniting between you. All the doubts in her mind fell away as your lips moved effortlessly together, the environment around you dissolving into a blissful blur. With each breath shared between kisses, Ellie teetered on the edge of consciousness, lost in the intoxicating delicacy of your lips.

© 𝗽𝗶𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘃 𝖾𝗌𝗍 2024.

[jjennuine]

THE BOY ──── ( 종성 ) IS MINE ! jay shows you he’s all yours ..

엔하이픈 종성 && f ! r ! 7OO fluff suggestive established relationship skinship making out alcohol consumption ⪩⪨ ( ESTANTE )

이에라 i got carried away sorry .. this is for my babygirl chole btw, she begs for more Jay!!

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you felt an overwhelming urge to leave the party at your house upon seeing a girl holding your boyfriend's arm. anger swelled within you as you glared at the scene — clenching your fist in anger.

you were furious, seething at how close the girl was to your boyfriend. sure, he was the perfect guy, but he belonged to you. you couldn’t stand her; batting her eyelashes and licking her lips as if she wanted to devour jay. the jealousy surged within you and consumed your thoughts.

he looked visibly uncomfortable, gently pushing her overly touchy hands away, yet jealousy still consumed your emotions. you desperately needed to escape this party and regain control over your rising anger before it boiled over.

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you didn't realize that you were gripping your plastic cup so hard until you felt it squash. you continued to glare at the two of them — making eye contact with jay as his eyes seemed to widen.

you stormed off, pushing through the crowd of people; jay finally pushing the girl off as he chased after you. you were still fuming with anger as you scoffed at the pathetic sight of jay hurrying over to you.

but before you can walk away further, jay reached for your hand, his eyes pleading, silently conveying a message that made your heart secretly flutter even though you were still mad.

“what do you want?” you asked, your voice flat as you tried to break free from jay’s hold. “princess, she was clinging onto me, please..” jay’s plea for understanding made your cheeks flush; his intense and yearning gaze on you made you flustered from how hot he looked.

you sighed, choosing to reveal the embarrassing truth. “i’m not angry, it was just her touch on your arm i couldn’t stand.” jay's frown transformed into a grin, clearly entertained by your jealousy. “what if I show her I’m yours, hmm?” he suggested, your cheeks flushed visibly as you nodded, and jay wasted no time grabbing your face and pressing his lips against yours hungrily.

you drop your cup to the ground as jay kisses you harder, snaking a hand down your waist to pull you closer. you wrap your hands around his neck as Jay holds you tight, lifting you as you flutter your eyes for a second to admire his pretty face.

you gasp in the kiss at jay lowering his hand to your hip, jay’s eyes looking eager as if he was a starved man. the party around you two faded away as your focus was solely on him.

he was intoxicating, you don't know if it was the drinks you shoved down your throat or the strawberry taste of his lips from his chap stick mixed with the scent of his strong cologne.

you could feel jay’s lips curl into a smirk hearing you whimper at jay’s hand slowly sliding his hand slightly under your shirt, feeling his cold fingers on your warm skin. the eager man opened his eyes to see you and he could feel his mind drive to insanity seeing your furrowed brows.

he craved your touch, and he knew you craved his as well. jay’s hand on the side of your face moves to your thighs — making you feel sparks of electricity from how risky this was. jay seemed to become more desperate as he groaned in the kiss, letting go for a split minute.

“i’m all yours, hmm? no one else on my mind.” he breathed, his hot breath against your sweaty neck from the heat. you nodd, his pink lips against yours again — feeling the hunger from his lips. despite the dark room, the dim light still showed you the sultry view of jay biting your bottom lip gently, savoring every taste of your plump lips.

he looked breathtaking — his loose black t-shirt and the sweat making his bangs stick to his forehead driving you crazy, wanting nothing more than to feel his body press against yours.

you two finally break free from each other as you gasp for air, losing track of how long you two have been devouring each other. you looked around, grinning possessively not seeing the touchy girl anymore. “now she knows who you belong to.”

“all yours, sweet girl.” you chuckle as you grab jay’s shirt to pull his face closer to yours, only an inch being the gap between your faces. “please, pretty girl, let me have more?” jay looked up at you with soft, pleading eyes that you couldn't resist as traced his jawline with your finger before connecting your lips once again.

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[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 proof 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.”

“I’m proud of you.” With a hum, 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

[flwrstqr]

` ✶ 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.”

[shy9-29]

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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[ninguitar]

LOVE ON A WIRE.　 18. cool, no doubt. 　wc. 7OO+

❛ megan has never, ever wanted anything as bad in her life, until you—an underground singer and songwriter, is unemployed, and the textbook definition of a loser—stroll into her heart and her life. matter of fact, what happens when she accidentally replies to your thirst-traps that were a rebounding joke after a rough break-up, on twitter, and on the katseye account? ❜

the silence in the studio remained deafening, your earbuds dangling over your lap, as every few seconds, you'd play a new riff on the guitar, before scrapping it shortly after. a grunt escapes your lips, your eyebrows furrowing, as you lean against your seat. you bite your lip, your finger tapping against the desk.

your eyes scan over the already planned-out concepts for the song, the stack of papers beside you only serving to make your head pound even more. you huff out a puff of air, before muttering out curses under your breath. and momentarily, the clock strikes eight in the evening, your patience crippling at each second tick.

"you're still here?" a voice from behind you asks.

your head snaps to the door, noticing megan, and a gentle smile tugs the corners of your lips, "just for a few more minutes." you shrug, pulling out a chair for the chinese girl to sit in. brushing the stray hairs off of your forehead and pulling your earbuds off your phone, you meet megan's gaze, your eyes darting to the bag in her hand. "what's that for?"

"for you, actually," her head perks up, as she stands up for a fleeting moment, untangling the knot of the plastic bag. a giggle falls shortly from her lips, as she watches your eyes practically bulge out of its sockets, your eyebrows furrowing.

you raise your eyebrow, chuckling, "do you do this for all your writers?" and you hope—no, pray—that she would say no. you could practically feel your heart almost jump out your chest, your eyes subtly tracing the contours of her lips. a wide grin adorns your face, as you lightly pat the chinese girl's shoulder. she shakes her head, grabbing the cups of coffee and container of food out of the bag.

"just the nice ones," megan teases, and really, she means the pretty ones—which really means solely you.

heat curls at your cheeks, as you meekly nod, barely able to muster out even a single word. her eyes sparkle with amusement, the corners of her mouth quirking upward, as she lifts the lid off the trays. you softly hum, "you didn't have to do this, y'know." you spin around in your chair, leaning back.

megan shakes her head persistently, exclaiming, "no, c'mon! you paid for my coffee last time." a faux sense of annoyance washes over her face, as she squeezes your shoulder gently.

in response, you scoff playfully, "it was just coffee, and i told you specifically not to worry about it!" you cock your head to the side, rolling your eyes. in response, she sucks in her teeth dramatically, shaking her head. and finally does she stop protesting, rubbing her temples at your incessant remarks.

you chuckle, nonetheless letting the chinese girl hand you the cup of coffee, and mumbling a defeated 'thank you' under your breath. a subtle smile blooms across your face, your mind heading elsewhere—about how'd it be like to date megan. and it was only then, that you realized how much you've officially lost it. you bite your tongue, knowing that you'd somehow say something stupid if you didn't, unconsciously leaning against the chinese girl's chair.

you shift in your seat, while the ginger-headed girl inches closer to you, making you hyper-aware of every little movement she made; unfortunately for you, the closer she was, the more difficult it was to conceal how nervous you were. her fingers faintly hover over your knuckles, gently tracing over them. and it was almost as though she was magnetic because you instinctively lean in, and she does, too.

her hand moves to the back of your head, pulling you in closer. your noses were now touching, desire running through your veins. it's like heaven on earth, really, and your lips fall apart at the brush of her lips against yours.

and you're momentarily snapped out of your trance, as you hear the door click, your hands immediately flapping up to push megan lightly enough to make sure it didn't look like you two were kissing. your head snaps to the door, a curse escaping from under your breath.

shit. it was lara.

it takes you a few minutes to settle down, your breath heavy, as you collect all your belongings, frantically shoving them into your bag. in a frenzy, you mutter out an incoherent excuse, rushing out of the studio and the building itself, and leaving both megan and lara with a dumbfounded expression.

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[kalsiumi]

22O12O25 4O.1kg

8 hours of sleep

two cups of black coffee, two cups of saffron & vanilla tea, a cup of chamomile tea

3,O L water

7OO kcal (almond milk, butter, cacao, carrots, cashew, greek yogurt, hazelnuts, honey, oats, popcorn, strawberries, toast, tuna, walnut)

2 cigarettes

no alcohol

3000 steps

8:OO feeling calm, motivated, in control

1O:OO feeling calm, dizzy, motivated, in control

12:OO feeling calm, dizzy, motivated, in control

14:OO feeling calm, dizzy, motivated, in control

16:OO feeling restless, in control

18:OO feeling full, calm, motivated, in control

2O:OO feeling full, sleepy, motivated, in control

[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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[grafitti-translator]

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*GIGGLING *LAUGHING MY A55 OFF *BAHAHAHAHAH