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kpopandbookschild · 9 months ago

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Enhypen Heeseung moodboard: blue

moodboard requests are open! if there is a fictional character or a kpop idol you want to see, ask and i'll see what i can do! also if you have an idea of a series for moodboards that isnt colors, lemme know!

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flwrstqr · 2 months ago

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✶ DAYDREAMiN : WHEN YOU GET CAUGHT KISSING THEM ╰——𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌

𝑜𝑓 · 𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖶𝓉𝖨𝖬𝖤 ⦂ bf!enhypen x f!r 17OOwc. ── est relationship, skinship, slightly suggestive ｡｡ ⠀fluff ✦ 𝓒ATALOGUE ♡ ◞

DANi : hai... i guess i've decided to become active again ㅠㅠ,,

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚 it happens so fast—you’re still giggling against heeseung’s lips when the sound of a loud ahem cuts through the moment. heeseung pulls back just enough to glance over his shoulder, his grin unfazed as he spots the person awkwardly standing a few feet away. "oh, don’t mind us," he says smoothly, tilting his head back toward you, his thumb brushing your jawline like he’s itching to dive right back in. you bury your face in his chest, clearly embarrassed. "what? can’t help it. my baby’s irresistible," he adds. the intruder mumbles something about “needing to find another room” and hurriedly walks away, leaving heeseung smirking down at you. "see? now they know you’re mine," he murmurs, leaning in again, totally unbothered, "where were we, pretty?"

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚 you barely have time to process the sound of someone clearing their throat before jay is already moving, his hand gently cradling the back of your head as he turns to shield you from whoever just walked in. “oh—sorry,” the person stammers, clearly flustered, and jay just gives them a polite smile. “it’s okay,” he replies smoothly. once they leave, he turns back to you, brushing a strand of hair from your face with such care it makes your heart ache. “you okay, princess?” he asks softly, his thumb grazing your cheek. you nod, still a little embarrassed, but he only grins, his eyes sparkling. “don’t worry, they’re probably just jealous,” he teases, pressing a featherlight kiss to your forehead. “besides, who could blame me? my girl’s too pretty not to kiss.”

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡 you barely have time to pull away before the teasing starts. "oooooh, caught in the act, huh?" your friend sings, eyes wide with mischief as you and jake stumble apart. jake’s hand stays on your waist, fingers tapping like he’s keeping count of every second he’s not kissing you. "yeah, yeah, get your little jokes out," he grumbles, but his eyes stay locked on you, lips already curving into a pout so dramatic it’s borderline childish. "you’re being mean, baby," he whines, tugging you closer again, thumb brushing your cheek with the softest touch. "they're just jealous," he murmurs, voice low, "but i’m not waiting another second, c’mere." before you can argue, he’s leaning in, eyes fluttering shut like he’s savoring every millisecond of it, his grin pressing into yours

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡 the door swings open and sunghoon reacts like he’s been caught committing a crime. one second, his hands are cradling your face, lips against yours — and the next, you’re practically shoved a foot away, nearly stumbling. "oh? what’s going on here?" your friend’s voice drips with suspicion, eyes darting between the two of you. sunghoon's already faking it, clearing his throat like he’s been mid-conversation. "yeah, so, uh, like i was saying—" he stammers, avoiding eye contact as his ears burn bright red. you raise a brow, biting back a grin. "oh? what were you saying, hoon?" you tease, leaning forward just to watch him squirm. "nothing important," he mutters, glancing at you, his lips are still a little swollen.

𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗢 the kiss is everything sweet until the door creaks open. before you can even blink, sunoo’s already gone, not actually gone, but somehow he’s leaning against the wall like he’s been there the whole time, arms crossed, one leg casually propped up. "yeah, so i told them it wasn’t even that serious," he says smoothly, voice crystal clear like he’s in the middle of a story. you’re still wide-eyed, and it takes you a second to realize he’s acting. acting. your friend eyes you both suspiciously, but sunoo doesn’t flinch, tilting his head with a little grin. "right, baby? tell them how ridiculous it was." you blink, catching on too late. "uh, yeah… super ridiculous," you mumble, fighting a smile. later, when you’re alone, you swat his arm. "you’re too good at that." he just beams, tapping your nose. "talent, babe."

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡 the door creaks open, and you freeze, but jungwon? he doesn’t even flinch. instead, he tilts his head, deepening the kiss like he’s completely unaware — or maybe he just doesn’t care. his hands stay firm on your waist, pulling you closer. "seriously? get a room," the intruder groans, but jungwon only smiles against your lips. you hear the door close again, followed by retreating footsteps, but jungwon doesn’t move, doesn’t even open his eyes yet. when he finally does, he’s grinning at you. "think they got the message?" he asks, brushing his thumb along your jaw before leaning in again. "now, should we continue?"

𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜 you’re pressed against a quiet corner, riki’s arm lazily slung around your waist. “you’re so clingy today,” he teases. “and you love it,” you murmurs, pulling him closer. the moment is perfect—until someone clears their throat nearby. your eyes widen in panic, but riki? unbothered. he casually pulls away, turning his head to see who it is, his hand still resting on your hip. “oh, hey,” he says casually, lifting his free hand in a wave like you weren’t just caught mid-kiss. the intruder stammers an apology, scurrying off, and riki turns back to you with a smirk. “so should we continue?” he hums, leaning in again, as if nothing ever happened. “seriously?” you whisper, trying to stifle a laugh, but he just shrugs. “what? they’ll live.”

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en-gelicc · 2 months ago

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∎∎ ╱ 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃. جميل 🗝️ ㅤㅤ ˙ㅤ♱𝆬 ㅤ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀斕⠀⠀⠀(⒛)⠀⠀⠀𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑⠀⠀⠀横᜴⠀⠀⠀𝐈𝐈

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bywons · 3 months ago

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IRRESISTIBLE 𖥔 抱擁

𝖫𝖠𝖢𝒪𝖭𝖨𝖢───he’s home late, but he knows just how to melt your heart

𝑜𝑓 · 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝑖𝐒 ܃ hubby!heeseung x wife!r 1219 fluff domestic au ── 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 kissing skinship suggestive ｡｡｡／ ( 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒 )

૮ ♡◞ ◟ ა not proofread at all, but i hope this hits ! TT

reb𝑙ogs& ˊᗜˋ 𝑓eedbacks

12:27 am. middle of the night, the second hand of the clock mocks you for your fowl mood as it ticks away without any care. another minute passes by.

12:28 am.

tick. tock. tick. tock.

in a careless and hasty manner, you take out the last bowls from the dishwasher and dump it in its racks, before marching forward to and dump them on the racks, before making your way towards the couch, back facing the doorway.

12:30 am. and still no hint of your husband, heeseung. he should’ve been home by now, grinning as he burst through the door with an excited “I’m home!” ready to sweep you off your feet, holding you against him. instead, the hum of the refrigerator and the ticking clock are your only companions, the silence amplifying your growing frustration. your fingers drum against the arm of the couch as your gaze drifts repeatedly to the door, despite your resolve to stay indifferent.

your arms are crossed tightly over your chest, and the cushions of the couch creak softly under your weight as you shift, refusing to turn toward the door. the dim light in the living room casts long shadows, matching the brooding mood you’ve wrapped yourself in. of all days, why today?

12:31 am. the front slowly creaks open.

you hear the soft rustle of his keys hitting the table, but you don’t move, determined to stay mad. the faint sound of his footsteps approaching sends a shiver down your spine, your heart softens at the thought of him being tired, and you slowly get up.

“i’m home,” his voice is gentle, as though he’s approaching a ticking time bomb, and, in a way, he is, “hello?”

heeseung has a small heart attack when he sees you standing still in front of him. eyes narrowed, hands by your side, a bored expression and body language as you step forward to take his briefcase, your fingers brushing against his as you do so.

just as you turn around swiftly, without even greeting heeseung or looking at him, his hand does find your wrist in a swifter motion. he steps closer to you, you feel the material of his shirt against his back, his tall figure looming above yours.

“are you really that mad?” heeseung mumbles, his voice low and teasing, the warmth of his breath brushing against your ear as he tightens his grip on your wrist. his chest presses gently against your back, the familiar scent of him — a mixture of cologne and something uniquely heeseung.

you try to keep your composure, lips pressed into a thin line, but the way his thumb softly caresses the inside of your wrist makes your resolve falter. he knows exactly what he’s doing, the way his presence alone can make your anger melt away.

you don't answer, still determined to play this out. instead, you pull your wrist free and make a beeline for the kitchen, after placing his briefcase on the couch. returning to the isolated sliced tomatoes on the kitchen counter, you wipe away a drop of sweat from underneath your chin.

“come on now, baby,” his voice is low as he sighs and comes right behind you, his hands sneakily wrapping around your waist. with the other, he pushes away the hair from your shoulders and neck, his fingers enticing an electric shock within you as soon as his skin touches yours.

“i know im late,” he mumbles, lips close to your ears, hands fully wrapped around you as his back presses against you again. finally, placing an array of kisses along your shoulders to your neck upto your ears, trying his best to calm his angry wife down, “forgive me, pretty? i had to work overtime this week, that's all,” he whispers.

he’s so irresistible.

you try to maintain your anger, but the warmth of his touch and the tenderness in his voice are like a slave to your simmering frustration. you pause, knife in hand, hovering over the half-sliced tomatoes, unwilling to give in just yet.

“overtime?” you say, your voice laced with sarcasm as you shrug his arms off. “that's all you ever say, heeseung? you could've at least called. i sat here wondering if—”

heeseung interrupts your rant, gently spinning you around to face him. his hands rest lightly on your hips, and his dark eyes hold a soft, apologetic gleam. “you're right,” he says, his voice low and earnest. “i should've called. i messed up.”

“you can't just show up late, say ‘sorry,’ and expect me to forgive you,” you retort, though your voice lacks the venom it held earlier.

heeseung smirks, a playful glint replacing the guilt in his eyes. “you're right again. so let me make it up to you.”

before you can protest further, heeseung steps closer, his hands firm on your waist as he lifts you effortlessly onto the kitchen counter. the cold surface contrasts with the warmth radiating from his touch, sending a shiver through you.

“you deserve more than just words,” he murmurs, his voice low and intimate.

his hands remain at your waist, fingers splayed as though he’s anchoring himself to you. slowly, he leans in, his face so close that you can feel his breath on your skin. his nose brushes against yours, soft and tentative, as though giving you a moment to pull away.

but you don’t.

when his lips finally meet yours, it’s not a rushed kiss meant to placate you; it’s deliberate, deep, and full of meaning. the world around you blurs into nothingness as his mouth moves against yours, firm yet tender. he tilts his head slightly, angling to deepen the kiss, his hands sliding up from your waist to your lower back, pulling you closer.

your hands, which had been hovering hesitantly in the air, find their way to his shoulders. the fabric of his shirt is soft beneath your fingers as you clutch him instinctively, grounding yourself in the moment. heeseung’s lips are warm, moving with a mix of urgency and reverence, as if he’s trying to pour every unsaid apology, every ounce of love, into this single act.

his tongue grazes your lower lip, asking for permission, and you grant it without a second thought. the kiss deepens, turning more passionate, more consuming. his fingers trace patterns along your spine, sending shivers coursing through you. the faint scent of his cologne mingles with the lingering aroma of tomatoes and dish soap, creating a sensory overload that makes your head spin.

when he finally pulls back, just enough for your noses to touch, you’re both slightly breathless. his forehead rests against yours, his lips curling into a small, triumphant smile.

“still mad?” he whispers, his voice rough and teasing, his thumb brushing gently against your hip.

“you’re infuriating,” you mumble, though the words lack conviction.

“and you’re irresistible,” he counters, his hands not leaving your waist, as though he’s afraid to let you go.

you smack his shoulder lightly, unable to hide the smile tugging at your lips. “fine,” you sigh, feigning exasperation. “but this doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.”

“i wouldn’t dream of it,” he replies, his tone laced with amusement as he steals one more kiss, his lips lingering just a little longer this time.

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