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[stealanity]

“ MY HEART WILL LOVE YOU. ” ft. lee heeseung

genre & warnings : brother's best friend ! heeseung, angst, cheating, crying, but i swear it ends fluffy asf + one die joke

summary : when your night turns into a nightmare, the one and only person capable of comforting you is him.

word count : 2,637

« can you please come get me? » you asked, in a voice so shaky that your interlocutor on the other side of the phone struggled to understand your words. heeseung straightened up on his bed, rubbing his eyes like a child before taking the phone away from his ear, checking the time displayed on the screen. frowning as he realized it was past two in the morning, he kicked his blanket away from his legs, finding himself on his feet the next second. « where are you? » his husky voice made you feel even more guilty for disturbing him at such a late hour, new tears forming at the edge of your tired eyes, « in front of his house. »

hesseung sighed, you could hear his exasperation through the phone. « i'll be there in fifteen minutes. » he concluded simply, putting an end to the call before getting ready to come and pick you up. gently pulling your phone away from your ear, you stared at it, his contact photo disappearing to make way for a completely black screen. the wind outside was cold, nibbling at your skin — your cheeks were probably even damaged than they already were. without being able to hold back any longer, many painful tears escaped your eyes to roll down your face.

you weren't sure whether contacting heeseung was a good idea : but he was, without a doubt, the only person who can console you. you can't count the number of times he's seen you cry, whether it's because of classes, work, your family or your boyfriends, heeseung dried more tears than your mother ever did. for all that, he was nothing more than your brother's best friend — but there was something about him that made him so comforting, so warm. he was like a shining sun at the end of a dark tunnel, or like an untied rope ready to bind you out of the deepest well. so yes, maybe calling him instead of any of your other friends was a bad idea, but at least you knew he'd take care of you.

when heeseung's car pulled up in front of you, the poor boy didn't expect to find you in such a state. curled up, your hair and face wet, your make-up smeared on your cheeks, your body shivering with cold.. it was perhaps the worst state he had ever seen you in. stepping down from the driver's side, rounding the car and landing in front of you, he didn't have time to offer you a hand before you stood up on your two legs, your watery eyes locked in his. « look at you.. » he began, his hand hesitantly brushing your bare arms, « you tremble like a leaf. » he didn't hesitate a second longer before grabbing the brim of the sweatshirt he was wearing, removing it with ease before deftly slipping it on you, without you being able to say anything.

pulling the hood up over your head, heeseung frowned as he bent down to your height. « why is your hair all wet? » his cold fingers brushed your cheekbone, trapping a lock of your wet hair behind your ear, which made you look up at him, « and don't you dare lie to me. »

again fleeing his gaze, you tucked one of your hands into the pocket of his warm sweatshirt, pushing him lightly to the side to be able to open the car door. « i'll tell you at home. » — your voice was so fragile, it shook his heart, but he said nothing more, nodding his head before stepping around the car to the steering wheel.

the driving home passed in dead silence, despite the many glances he gave you — which you brilliantly ignored. with your face turned completely towards the window, you furiously tried to wipe away the tears that continued to roll down your battered cheeks. heeseung wasn't fooled : he knew you were crying, but he wasn't the type to comment. especially when it came to you. as far back as he could remember, he'd always been the one requisitioned to chase this droplets of salt water from your cheeks. your brother too bored and your parents too absent, unable to do it themselves. but it had never bothered him, not even once. he'd always taken a liking to you — it was inexplicable. he always had a soft spot for you, and that was probably why he could never say no to you. you could call him three times a night, at different hours, and he'd still be ready to drop all his plans for you. everyone knew, except you. what a shame.

arriving in front of his house, he got out of the car after turning off the ignition, reaching into the pocket of his jogging to find the key to his front door. followed closely by you, heeseung suddenly felt your body cling to his, your face camouflaged against his back, and a light smile appeared on his lips. innocently, your hands clung to his shirt, the cold of your fingers passing through the fabric to reach his skin, provoking a shiver down his spine. heeseung hurriedly opened the door, pulling you inside with him, hoping that the warmth of his apartment would warm your chilled body.

remaining motionless in the doorway, his hands settling over yours in a comforting gesture, patiently waiting for you to detach yourself from him. not that you bothered him, on the contrary — but he wanted to find something to take care of you properly. « let's go and remove your make-up, mh? » he softly whispered, leaning his face slightly towards you, trying to catch a glimpse of your eyes, even though they were camouflaged in his shirt, « don't you think your face has suffered enough as it is? »

nodding, you decided to let him go, throwing off your shoes as he did so. then, with hushed steps, even though no one else was present, you followed him like a lost puppy to his bathroom, where he practically ordered you to sit still by the sink. without the strength to do anything else, you carried out his orders, playing nervously with your fingers as you gazed sadly into the void. heeseung soaked a cotton pad in make-up remover to wipe away the mascara that had run down your cheeks, his free hand gently raises your face to keep your eyes focused on his face.

as he began to rub your cheek gently so as not to hurt you, his gaze met yours for a brief second. « are you going to tell me what happened now? » he asked, his voice echoing off the walls before you could let out a sigh, « at least tell me why your hair was soaked. »

your eyes juggled from one to the other of his, pursing your lips nervously as you felt tears welling up in your eyes once again. « his girlfriend came home. » you simply said, which caused heeseung to stop all movement, his eyebrows furrowing more than ever. « but.. you're his girlfriend? » he replied, tilting his head to one side in the hope that he'd misunderstood what you'd just said. but no, he had indeed heard the right words : judging by the way new tears appeared on your cheeks the next second. « that's what i thought too. » you struggled to say, your voice cracking in mid-sentence, and heeseung swore he could hear your heart breaking in your chest.

you felt so bad — you felt betrayed and soiled, this evening had been a real fiasco. what had begun as a perfect date had ended in a nightmare : while you and your supposed boyfriend ( well, now ex-boyfriend ) were sitting on the couch watching a movie, the front door had opened to let in a young pretty girl, obviously just as surprised as you to see you clinging to her boyfriend. your first instinct was to distance yourself from him, which wasn't your best decision because, unfortunately, it led this girl to believe that you were her boyfriend's mistress. in anger, she grabbed the glass of water from the coffee table, threw it in your face and chased you out of which, was obviously, her house.

« i feel so dumb heeseung.. » you whispered, burying your face in your hands as you felt more tears fall from your eyes. the boy didn't wait any longer before pulling you against him, wrapping his warm and comforting arms around your body and making you want to burst into tears even more. he was your crying button, because you weren't afraid to show him your emotions. you knew that no judgment would come out of his mouth, that no wrong words would be spoken — because he was like that, an escape. « now, i understand why you didn't want to tell me in front of his house, » he sighed, rubbing your back up and down, « you knew i would have gone to see him. »

reluctantly pulling your body away from his, hooking your hands on his bare arms, just above his elbows, you draw him away from you to give him the opportunity to observe your face attentively, his soft gaze scanning your flushed cheeks. sniffing discreetly, you shook your head negatively and spoke again, « he wasn't worth it anyway. »

heeseung nodded positively, swallowing all the swearings that rambled on his tongue about your ex-boyfriend — he could have given him a free nose job if he'd known what he'd done earlier. but, putting aside his feelings for you, he'd never been able to stand that boy's interest in you. from the start, he had been behaving strangely : he was far too hasty, slightly possessive for someone who'd only just met you, and far too helpful to be reliable. heeseung was angry that he hadn't been able to protect you more from him, despite the bad feeling he'd had towards him. « don't feel guilty, » your sweet, honeyed voice, even in a whisper, drew him out of his thoughts, drawing his attention to the smile mingling with a few tears on your gorgeous face, « i'm glad you came. »

heeseung was sure you saw his face blush softly — a red tinge painting the top of his cheeks. but he didn't care. because he thought, sooner or later, you'll understand that you don't need to find love at every corner, because it's right there in front of you. he's the one who'll know how to take care of you properly — because he's always known how to do it, perfectly, tenderly. and he was sure that deep down, you knew it too.

your hand left his arm and rested tenderly on his flushed cheek, caressing his skin with the tip of your thumb. « thank you for always being my source of happiness, » you whispered, trying not to laugh as his face redoubled in color, « you're the only comfort i ever need. »

if you didn't look so sad, heeseung wouldn't have hesitated for a second to kiss you. you didn't realize how fast his heart was beating right now — you always knew how to make him fall madly in love with your words. he struggled so hard not to let his pupils divert to your lips, but the desire to catch a glimpse of your rosy lips stretched into a stomach-crushing smile was too strong. he allowed himself, for a microsecond, to look down the curves of your nose, to observe your heart shaped mouth, who seemed far too lonely for his liking.

but heeseung was an upright man : so he simply cleared his throat, looking away to rummage in his cupboard and pull out a jar of moisturizer, to soothe your skin irritated by cold and tears. dipping his finger in the whitish cream, he delicately applied it to your cheeks, chin, forehead and the tip of your nose, your fingertips shivering from the cold material. and you let him, admiring his concentrated face — so peaceful, so perfect. the contours of his face probably sculpted by the gods. the bridge of his slightly upturned nose, the shape of his beautiful, mischievous brown eyes. but above all : the exquisite shape of his shining mouth, his perfectly rosy heart-shaped lips.

you've lost count of the number of times you've squinted at heeseung's lips : the first time was in your middle school years, when you were just discovering what it was like to kiss someone. he'd walked into your living room, a dreadful cap on his head, and even though he looked like an idiot in his three-times-tall clothes, which were supposed to make him look cool, the jaw-dropping smile on his lips had not failed to make you dream about kissing him every night. but rather die than admit it.

for all these years, what has held you both back from trying something with each other, is the fact that he's your brother's best friend. but as you get older, you realize that maybe it wasn't so bad after all. heeseung wasn't your brother's property after all — and you were old enough to make your own decisions. so, maybe when your heart's a little more mended — still thanks to one and the same person — you'll let it love the one and only person who's always deserved it.

the soft smile on your lips caught heeseung's attention, the sadness seemed to have already disappeared from your face. as he gently tugged at your waist to get you off the sink, he decided to question you, « what's on your mind? »

shrugging your shoulders without answering, you moved closer to him, pressing your body against his. your arms encircle his waist, trying to capture all the warmth emanating from him, tiptoeing up to rest your cheek against his shoulder. without hesitation, heeseung placed his arms around you, the fingertips of his left hand caressing your hip. « you're so warm.. » you murmured, your breath evaporating against his sensitive skin, provoking an umpteenth shiver that didn't escape your attention this time.

moving slightly, you straightened up slightly, simply to hide your face in the hollow of his neck, eager for more of his warmth. only his. the situation with your ex-boyfriend now in a distant corner of your mind, you let yourself melt into his arms a little more, feeling his heart beat under the palm of your hand. it was restful, reassuring and comforting. and suddenly, under the subdued light of the bathroom, in the cocoon he formed around you with his warm arms, you felt ready to confide in him the deepest feeling that had rested inside you for far too long, the most unmentionable thing you were ready to say out loud. « i long for the day when my heart will love you. » you confessed to him, in the hollow of his ear, in an almost unreal whisper, like a secret that only he should know, like the most scandalous of gossips.

heeseung felt his heart racing in his chest, unable to calm it, even knowing that it was accelerating under your fingers delicately placed on his chest. but why did he care, after all? it didn't matter how vulnerable you made him feel after such words — because the truth was, he was looking forward to this day too, just as much as you. and he was willing to wait a long time : because the simple fact that you wanted to love him, filled his heart with happiness.

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[sadnightforus]

[10:59 AM] “Hey… HEY!” Riki whispers to you while you both are listening to your teacher who is busy explaining and breaking down about world’s history. 

 According to your seating position, you’re sitting in front of him, though, you’re sitting on the right side of the school twin desk and he sits at the left, not vertically aligned to each other. It has never been a problem for the both of you, as the seats aren’t far away. 

 The fact he cares to disturb you during class is both annoying and questionable, as he rarely does, unless it’s an important business. 

 It startles you out of your trance, as you snap your head to look back at the guy who is now staring at you. 

“What?” You ask, a bit irritated that you’re pulled away from the board. Your fingers stop working to write more notes, but try to keep your ears alert, invade when your teacher mentions any relevant information that might be on the exam. 

“You dropped your pen.” He answers, maintaining eye contact despite the forbidden rule to not talk during class. 

 You look up, observing your desk, realizing that your pen is indeed long forgotten as it must’ve fallen off some time ago when you were trying to take notes during the lessons. You don’t say anything, but instead place your pencil on the top, lowering your body a bit as your right arm works itself to retrieve the school item back to where it belongs. 

 However, a piece of folded paper catches your attention as you don’t remember that any of your classmates litter or there are trash as all of you have mandatory cleaning duties as a group. 

 Curious, you pick it up and place it onto your table, unfolding it to see the note was written in a messy handwriting, the writing style that belongs to none other than your friend, Riki. 

‘To the cutie whose student number is 9, will you be forever mine and my valentine? - N.R (student number 14)’ 

 Your student number in this class is 9. His student number is 14. 

 You feel like your world spins, but in an agonizing slow manner, the one that is sick and both ecstatic from the realization. 

 You recall back to every moment that you both share; a lot of occasions where you’ve gotten too close to him and subtly held his hand under the excuse of your hands being cold, but never once did both of you want to let go of the fingers lacing motion. 

 Or wore his jacket because you didn’t bring yours and it happened to be chilly (you shamefully admit that you just wanted his scent to linger on you). 

  Or when he bent down to tie your shoes because he noticed you’d trip with your shoelaces not being properly kept in place. 

 Or when he gently wiped your mouth because you have ice creams on the corner of your mouth as you both skipped school that one time. 

 You smile to yourself as you remember and get mushy as you now know that your love wasn’t always one sided. 

 Giddily, you begin to write your response under his words. And when you’re done with it, you hand Riki the now shared response note as you notice that his eyes were trained on you the entire time. 

 And as he opens the note to see the response ‘To the boy whose student number is 14, yes I’ll be yours. And I hope to spend every Valentine with you. - Y/N (student number 9)’, you giggle as you see that he can’t help but his face dusts in every shade of red, eyes now glistening with sparkles as he has received the best news of his life. 

COPYRIGHTED BY SADNIGHTFORUS, 2024

A/N: if you ask me, pure insanity

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[watermelonxes]

「 2:35pm 」 ー boyfriend!jungwon

After your long haul flight, all you wanted to do was too see was your boyfriend.

So when you saw him standing there in his large round glasses, hoodie and grey sweatpants, waiting for you, you instinctively called out for him.

"Jungwon-ahhhhhh"

He quickly looked around and the moment they found yours, you was already running towards him.

The moment you collided with him, you embraced him in as much as you could before he lifted you up and spun you around, wrapping his arms around your neck and holding you closely to his chest.

"I missed you so much"

"Me too"

[invvuu]

good night | 8:36 pm — psh

non-idol au, fluff ; gn!reader ; 359 words ; kissing and sickness

sunghoon reads you a novel to help you sleep off your fever

The book was open, resting within the grasp of one of Sunghoon’s hands; the other one being wrapped around your shoulder to secure your comfort.

You were sick and needed something to help you recover, it was a good thing Sunghoon had noticed the feverish state of your health and immediately came to your rescue.

“He hugged her tightly, never seeming to let her go from his embrace,” Sunghoon reads as his voice turns into a deep yet calming tone. His eyes hover each word, carefully reciting the upcoming sentences to make sure you could understand the current story.

He pauses his reading and looks over at your side. Your head had fallen onto his sweater covered shoulder, eyes slightly drooping down. Sunghoon smiles softly at your tired expression and turns his head back towards the novel to continue reading.

Few minutes pass by and he manages to reach midway within the entire novel. “She laughed at his actions, raising one of her hands to cov—” Sunghoon suddenly cuts off reciting and quickly glances at your face, checking to see if you were still awake.

The side of your head was still in the same position as before; head resting on top of his shoulder. Sunghoon lowers his gaze to further look at your face, chuckling lightly in the process the moment he sees your closed shut eyes.

His hand reaches for your forehead, touching it to see if your temperature has gotten lower.

“They’re still hot.” He mutters quietly after feeling your body’s heat. A sigh escapes from his lips as he leaves his bed, standing up with his eyes still focused on your figure. He walks slowly towards your side and lays your body on his bed, quietly tucking you under the blanket as he tries to not to disturb your sleep.

Sunghoon smiles once again while moving the hair off your face. “You’re really pretty, did you know that?” He whispers, his face now closer to yours. Within a split second his lips come in contact with your own, staying in place for just a few seconds before pulling back.

“Good night,” Sunghoon mutters, “Get well soon.”

© invvuu do not copy, translate, nor plagiarize any of my content on various platforms (wattpad, youtube, twitter, tumblr, etc.)

[0830s]

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being in a relationship with a rockstar means following him on tour, watching from the sidelines and feeling your heart explode every second in your chest. today's concert was special : it was the last of three consecutive months of shows. as he waited for the green light to go on stage, jay watched you with all the tenderness in the world in his pupils, while you were busy finalizing the last

details of his outfit. “you're so pretty,” he said softly, almost in a whisper, before sliding his hands against your cheeks and passionately kiss your lips, “this concert is entirely for you, my little rockstar.” he continued, before slipping back on stage and sending the crowd into a frenzy. you watched him from a distance and you began to think that yea, your boyfriend is truly amazing.

[woncon]

[03:26 - 03:27 pm] ♡ heeseung

fem!reader | crack and suggestive | making out | breast grabbing | a detailed centipede | killing the centipede | made with @wonsheep's help <3

‣ enhypen masterlist :: ✉️₍₁₎

heeseung's kisses slowly make you go insane. the way he fondles your mouth with greedy leisure and declares his love in the language of love while holding your hips and crumpling your t-shirt: madness is the most reasonable reaction.

"i'm gonna go crazy, hee" you whisper when his kisses touch your face and then brush your neck. heeseung gives a sweet-sexy giggle at these words, then continues the pleasant work, his fingers finding their way under your shirt to your bare skin. the air is pushed out of your lungs, you helplessly spread your legs, as his fingers fight their way up to your bra and teasefully grab at your hidden breast. "you drive me crazy."

you sigh, throwing your head back, eagerly running your fingers through heeseung's hair to keep him there without losing the warmth that his breath gives you. 

you make the mistake of opening your eyes and it really does make you look like you're going crazy.

"oh my god! heeseung!" you squeal, desperately shoving the boy’s shoulder away, who inexplicably crawls out of your neck and pulls his probing hands from under the t-shirt. he would break free and apologize for doing something you didn't like, but then he sees it too and cries out in disbelieving horror. 

"fucking huge!"

a centipede squirms on the wall opposite the bed. its rust-brown body moves like a snake, as it puts a lot of articulated legs one after the other. its ciliated body shines disgustingly in the light. 

"do something!" you elbow him.

"it'll eat me!" heeseung climbs off you and pulls you into his arms. 

"it'll eat you for sure if we don't catch it. it returns in the evening."

heeseung shivers and shakes his head, as if to banish the horror-movie image. 

"i dare not. i don't want to touch it."

he looks defenseless and tiny. you can't believe that he just grabbed your breast sexily and tickled your neck with his tongue. anyway, you don't want the centipede to do similar things to you later, so you calmly prepare for the fight.

you reach for your slippers next to the bed. you climb down to the ground, pull your slipped shirt back into place, and then walk to the wall. the legs of the insect resemble many strands of hair, they just walk and wave. nature is sometimes very ugly. you shove your palm into the slipper and slam down hard.

when you lift the weapon, you're greeted by a flattened remnant. you sigh. it has happened before that the centipede didn't get killed, it just fell down and continued its journey on the ground, and its potential killer freaked out.

you drop the slipper, you'll deal with it later. now you climb back onto the bed where heeseung greets you with a kiss, a grateful hug, and cuddles you like a baby.

"you're a hero. thank you! i'm so proud of you for putting on the gloves, in this case the slippers. it was epic!" he looks deeply into your eyes. "i love you!"

"i love you too, hee!"

the appearance of the centipede has changed the mood, but you don't mind, you fall together between the pillows and hold on to each other lovingly.

[yuniniverse]

ENHYPEN MASTERLIST !

Ot7

nothing as of now!

Heeseung

nothing as of now!

Jay

nothing as of now!

Jake

nothing as of now!

Sunghoon

nothing as of now

Sunoo

nothing as of now!

Jungwon

nothing as of now!

Ni-ki

nothing as of now!

[uolarieclosed]

nishimura riki ☆ ! glue song

━━━ in which the soccer captain can’t contain his overflowing desire for you …

NISHIMURA RIKI who leaves a drink he got at the cafeteria on your desk every morning before you come in.

“they didn’t have the one you liked, so i got you chocolate instead.” riki stands beside your desk with his hands in his pockets as he watches you grab the drink. “you really didn’t have to riki.” “i wanted to.”

NISHIMURA RIKI who likes to tease you by hiding your pencil case or work book so he can have an excuse to talk to you.

NISHIMURA RIKI who does anything he can to get you both in trouble so you can be in detention together and he has more time to spend with you.

NISHIMURA RIKI who shares his earbuds with you in class and has a specifically curated playlist for you with songs you said you like.

NISHIMURA RIKI who stares at you shamelessly just to watch you blush under his gaze.

NISHIMURA RIKI who flirts with you because he knows about the tiny crush you have on him.

“so, what’s your type?” he asks one day while he plays with your hair. “is it me?” he raises his eyebrows, teasing you but in reality he hopes you say yes.

NISHIMURA RIKI who invites you to his soccer game with plans on asking you out after + he makes you wear his jersey so everyone knows you’re his.

SOCCER!CAPTAIN RIKI who asks you out with an entire poster board held up by his teammates and a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

SOCCER!CAPTAIN RIKI who leaves his team zip up at your place so you can wear it to school (also because he loves when it smells like you).

SOCCER!CAPTAIN RIKI who walks you home everyday without fail even though he’s always late to his practice.

SOCCER!CAPTAIN RIKI who won’t shut up about you in the locker room and everyone knows who you are despite not meeting you properly.

SOCCER!CAPTAIN RIKI who tries hard every game and practice to impress you knowing you’re in the stands watching him.

“put your shirt down!” heeseung yells as riki wipes his sweat off—showing his abs and smirking at you.

SOCCER!CAPTAIN RIKI who introduces himself as your boyfriend to all your friends.

SOCCER!CAPTAIN RIKI who thinks your kisses are his lucky charm and cannot go to the field without one of your pecks.

“why aren’t you playing?” you run your hands through his hair as he pouts. “you didn’t give me my kiss.” his arms are crossed and he huffs until you give in.

SOCCER!CAPTAIN RIKI who has a shrine of you in his locker and occasionally has conversations with you before his practice (he’s insane).

SOCCER!CAPTAIN RIKI who goes all out for valentine’s day and sends a flower to you every class period until you have a full bouquet.

“did you like my surprise?” his arm is around your shoulder as he walks through the halls. “it was nice riki, thank you.” “there’s still more.”

SOCCER!CAPTAIN RIKI who gets jealous easily and doesn’t like it when you give someone else his undivided attention, so he gives you the cold shoulder.

however, he doesn’t last long until he’s spamming your phone and showing up at your house for late night cuddles.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to ignore you.” he mutters while he hides in the crook of your neck feeling nervous but also accomplished.

SOCCER!CAPTAIN RIKI who buys you matching jewelry and clothes because he feels connected even when you both are away from one another.

SOCCER!CAPTAIN RIKI who teaches you how to play soccer so he can brag to all his teammates.

“so, i’ve been thinking that jake should be replaced by my girlfriend.” “stop it!”

SOCCER!CAPTAIN RIKI who claims that the reason he exists is to be your boyfriend.

SOCCER!CAPTAIN RIKI who isn’t shy to say he loves you with all his heart.

“i think you’re the coolest person ever, i love you.” he randomly says one night as you both go for a walk, but ultimately you feel the same.

© 2024 uolarie

[onlyrains]

[6:35pm]

“change your clothes.” eunji said as you manage to bandage your little wound.

“i'm good, really.”

“your shirt soaked in orange juice, smarty. my dad won't let you sit for dinner in those.”

you sigh. this sleepover was everything you talked about since last month. like, you finally have to experience it like other people. moreover, you'd stay at your close-knit friend's! moreover, she has a brother you've always had a crush on!

he is the one and only, school's top athlete, heeseung. but you knew you almost ruined it with hurting yourself in the kitchen then spilled the orange drink all over your shirt.

“just get anything from my wardrobe over there,” eunji pointed as she walks to the bathroom, bringing the first aid box you previously needed with her. “i need to pee,”

“is it okay?”

“it's okay!” her voice echoed in bathroom walls.

you open the thin door to see piles of clothes neatly arranged. except the brown shirt on top shelf that caught your attention first. that is your best and only option. you reach for the flannel shirt and wear it without any mind.

the bathroom door opened, “let's go.” eunji held your wrist to go back to the dining room.

receiving a no reaction from her, you assume that she approved the oversized shirt you wear. although it is like three times your size, even the collar is barely touched your shoulder and revealing the tanktop strap underneath, you have no problem with it. your nose already welcoming its soft scent and you love it. maybe eunji have worn it and spray a perfume.

“it smells so good!” you commented when eunji's mom busy with plating her food.

“oh, you're back. your finger's okay?”

you nod. “it's fine. don't worry.”

“have a sit then. you need to try my best cookings, darling,”

“mom,” eunji sighed after seeing her mom basicslly jumped on her toes, followed by the chuckle of her dad while preparing the cutlery.

you laugh and help to arrange the plates a bit before sitting down on the available chair. ready to dig in whatever your best friend's mom serve.

“sorry, 'm late!”

everyone turned their head on the same direction, ready to welcome the tallest person in the house. oh, there he is. with his signature beanie, he looks so attractive as always except now you're seeing him in his house. his demeanor suddenly feels so domestic as he greets his parents first before turn to his sister and you.

one eyebrow raised when his gaze met yours. “oh?”

“don't mind us.” eunji quickly responds. oblivious with the loud thumping on your chest.

“i didn't know your friend will be join us today.”

“now you know.” eunji rolled her eyes while you bit your inner lower lip.

you don't know how to react naturally. your forever crush is sitting right next to you, stealing glances. he facing his father at the end of the table makes it hard for him to reach for the food.

“let me help,” you said nervously with a quiet voice you've ever had. he hands you his plate with a smirk plastered on his lips. noticing your nervousness around him.

“thank you.” he whispers teasingly.

lucky-unluckily to you, eunji have been too focus to argue with her parent about their vacation plan to jeju next week. leaving you and heeseung alone with a strange tension between you two.

or maybe not for heeseung. it's just you.

“is that my shirt?” he whispered again.

your eyes widened by the realization. “oh, i didn't know. i'm so sorry,”

he chuckle at your pikachu shocked face. “easy,” he cut his meat.

“no, really. i'll return it tomorrow.”

“aren't you having a sleep over?”

you nod. “that's fine, i'll wash it and return it tomorrow by—”

“you can keep it.”

your eyes widened again. “really?—i mean, no. i'm sorry, it belongs to you.”

he laughs. “it looks good on you.”

you freeze, almost had a heart attack while look at him with a big doe eyes. he reciprocated, expecting that you would offer another apology bar. but you didn't.

his gaze lingers without knowing those big eyes will be his weakness from now on.

a/n: my first kpop drabble is finally here!!!! i just feel to try something new and here i am! hope you enjoy it<3 btw i got prompt from my lovely mutual @star2fishmeg ❤️

[stealanity]

playlist two , enhypen :

⠀

ꕤ lee heeseung ,

movie date

movie date two ( angst ending )

movie date two ( fluff ending )

fever

my heart will love you

[ 5:10am ]

[ 11:54pm ]

[ 7:37pm ]

[ 8:44pm ]

[ 2:21pm ]

⠀

ꕤ park jongseong ,

alkanet ( smau , hiatus )

cinderella's dead ( smau , hiatus )

unexpected

good girl ( ft. jungwon )

like hot summer

hide & kiss

summer is not over

[ 8:12am ]

[ 3:02pm ]

[ 3:45pm ]

[ 3:34pm ]

[ 2:58am ]

⠀

ꕤ sim jaeyun ,

ticklish

6, 9, 7

we're both single

almost

attention

[ 5:23pm ]

[ 3:45pm ]

[ 5:32pm ]

[ 6:45pm ]

⠀

ꕤ park sunghoon ,

face painting

the bookseller

friends

[ 11:22pm ]

[ 3:06pm ]

[ 7:54pm ]

[ 4:22pm ]

[ 5:33pm ]

⠀

ꕤ kim sunoo ,

quarantine video game

so mad

sunshine

back to you

⠀

ꕤ yang jungwon ,

cinderella's dead ( smau , hiatus )

night talk

a to z being your boyfriend

good girl ( ft. jay )

that one rainy day

[ 6:03pm ]

[ 10:02pm ]

[ 8:02am ]

[ 12:34am ]

[ 12:58pm ]

[ 3:22pm ]

[ 3:47pm ]

⠀

ꕤ nishimura niki ,

teach me

[ 3:12pm ]

[ 12:33pm ]

⠀

ꕤ ot-seven ,

physical touch with you

october 19 : international kiss your crush day

their s/o being mad at them

their s/o crying non-stop during an argument

their s/o wanting to hold hands

having a chubbier s/o

⠀

[sadnightforus]

musician!jake who is a world renowned singer, known for his heartfelt and passionate songs about the only person he’d write for, you, who is also a fellow musician. His good looks and songwriting skills attract the attention of many and he remains as the heartthrob for many, many years. You, being a singer who is famous for your wonderful voice too, quickly caught his attention when you first made your debut. 

musician!jake who confessed that every song he has ever written, he hopes you’d hear them. You both had collaborated on some singles and many of his fans and yours are aware that you both are close friends. Many people even ship you and urge you to give him a chance, since he always writes his music with you as his muse. Truthfully, you had your eyes on him too, and you both hit it off greatly, from the beginning, it seems.

musician!jake who is known as sweet and endearing as his music, the gentleman who wants to treat you right and shield you from any pain in his music, he couldn’t be more of the opposite in real life. You both kissed, loved each other, but his non-committal ways started becoming more and more obvious to you as time went on. 

musician!jake who is actually a horribly toxic partner and you both dated, going on and off for around 5 years already. He always strings girls along to make you jealous, hoping you’d run back into his arms and strangely enough, it works. You both ended up in a relationship twice already, hoping for the story to turn out differently, but it never did. 

musician!jake whose heart only contains your picture, but he can’t commit, if anything else. He has so many problems; which comes with being a high profile celebrity, being with you, another high profile celebrity during the time you both dated. Then he used rebounds and hopping around with many other high profile celebrities: models, musicians, actresses, you name it (not that you totally keep track of that…). He hopes that by doing this, you’ll crack and come to him, showing that you need him as much as he needs you. 

musician!jake who always seeks to feel your words and comfort, no matter how many rebounds he has. It’s a habit that he should stop, but seeing you with that new celebrity you announce you’re in a relationship (or even seeing) makes him, so so mad. He wishes that he could take you away from them. No matter who, and where, he selfishly wants you to be available for him. 

musician!jake who ropes you into a love triangle scandal, with him messing around with a less famous musician who went on to blow up instantly, and she went on to sing songs shading about him and why he doesn’t acknowledge her. The truth is, the only person whom he has ever acknowledged publicly is you, no other woman has ever held a candle to you. You have him wrapped around your fingers, and the same goes for you. The  media drags you, remembering surviving the hate because of your romantic relationship involvement, but it’s all worth it, as long as it’s him.

musician!jake who seems to never have his priorities straight— he always hurts you. In and out of a relationship. During the time of your relationship both times, you both often argued and then made up with a passionate night that made you weak in the knees when thinking back about it. But when you both really argued, he couldn’t stand you and always made you cry. You both had a lot of problems, but you realized one thing; he has even more issues than you, with the way he can’t make up his mind. 

musician!jake who finally realizes that you’re slipping away from his life for good, when you notice his patterns that never change. He’s your karmic lover, the greatest lover, the most passionate, but undoubtedly, the worst and most heartbreaking to let go of. You’re ready to give him up, even though you loved each other so much— but it’ll never work out. The relationship can’t go on like this and while you work on healing himself, he seems to never take his therapist’s words to heart. 

musician!jake who will spend time wondering about his ‘what if’s with you, mirroring yours. You both longed to love each other, but maybe in an alternate universe. You’re done with him. You’re done being hurt like this. And you hope that the next person can love you as much as he does, without hurting you.

COPYRIGHTED BY SADNIGHTFORUS, 2024

A/N: wrote this while listening to chanel no. 5 by camila cabello... (and i totally did not write this based off her relationship with mister shawn mendes). please listen to that song to get the vibe of this (yes i'm aware she... is something. but you have to admit the song is good)

reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated!

[watermelonxes]

「 11:20pm 」 ー crush!heesung.

After rejecting your confession a few months back, you and heesung stopped talking.

Messages were no longer exchanged. No midnight calls or "what are you up to?" messages.

Knowing him for many years, you thought you were over your feelings for him, but that quickly vanished when you hear a nostalgic ping on your phone.

"heyy its been a while, how are you?"

Wide eyed, you stare at the message for a while, contemplating on whether to wait and reply or ignore the message completely.

As you hated to admit it, you missed him. The feeling of having someone you liked so close to you, where everyday was a moment to remember.

Memories you've spent together began to flood your mind, and before you knew it, tears started to fall.

And while you knew you shouldn't, you decided to let yourself fall in love for one more night.

[eunimaybe]

⟡ ⸻ the perfect pair

heeseung x fem. reader | perhaps you two have outgrown each other and just too scared to admit it

genre. angst. angst angst angst. | warnings: uhhh, maybe angst? a tad bit toxic | wc. 0.5k inspired by beabadobee's the perfect pair EN-

12:54am

heeseung finally walks into the apartment, the door closing with a soft click.

you watch him take off his shoes from the couch, watch him put it to the side - a practised habit before stepping into the living room. the air is thick with tension and unspoken words, and you open you mouth to speak. you have to try multiple times. your voice just refuses to come out.

“heeseung,” you croak, finally managing to talk. he halts in his tracks. you can tell he didn’t expect you to be in the living room waiting for him, and his eyes find yours in the darkness, dark orbs meeting yours. you try to figure out what he's thinking of, but all you see is the reflection of yourself in his pupils.

“y/n,” he replies with a wary smile. it doesn’t look quite happy, but also not quite sad. you mirror the expression, a micro smile on your face, not reaching the eyes. your mouth hurts. your face hurts. everything just hurts. you drop the smile. — more under cut!!

as you watch him take off his leather jacket and set it down on an empty chair by the dining table, you wonder why you can’t seem to bring yourself to care more about the fact that your boyfriend came home at 12:54am. that’s nearly one, way past the time he should’ve been home from work.

you try to get yourself to care, but you feel nothing. you tell yourself it’s because you have nothing to worry or be suspicious about; heeseung wouldn’t cheat. that was the one thing you knew for certain.

perhaps it was the only thing you knew for certain.

the couch shifts under heeseung’s weight when he sits down, but no words are exchanged, the silence in the room deafening.

gods, you hate him.

you don’t know why, he’s always been the person you loved endlessly and unconditionally. you always saw yourself in him: always trying so hard, such a perfectionist, perhaps even a workaholic.

maybe that’s where the hatred is coming from. it used to be something you loved him for, an understanding between you both. you can’t figure out why or when that changed.

“how was work?” you ask quietly, trying to make conversation like you would have a month ago whilst playing with the hem of your shirt - no, his shirt.

heeseung just hums in replies and shrugs, and you nod at the action as if it’s a proper reply and turn your attention to something else. the potted plant in the corner that he planted a few months ago that’s been abandoned by you both and now wilting. the small framed picture of you two from last summer sitting on the shelf by the tv. little trinkets bought from thrift stores you used to drag heeseung into on your dates.

you watch heeseung from the corner of your eyes, watch him stare emptily into the space whilst fidgeting with the necklace you gifted him for your three year anniversary. you can't stop noticing those little things, pieces of memories of what you two used to be. you reach out tentatively, every movement hesitant before holding heeseung's hand in yours. but it doesn't feel like before. it feels wrong. you know heeseung thinks so too, you can tell by his touch.

you wish he would just say it to your face. tell you the inevitable truth.

it would hurt, yes, but it would be for the better.

but yet it never comes, because he’s probably thinking of the same thing. wondering when you’re going to tell him - when you’re going to end things once and for all.

you’re so tired of fighting - it’s clear you two have been falling apart, yet no one does anything about it.

just countless days spent in empty silence, hours spent fighting and hundreds and thousands of minutes spent in doubt.

because you two are supposed to be the perfect pair.

what do you mean you have outgrown each other?

[woncon]

[10:50 am] ♡ jake

gn!reader | fluff | jake is hot | made with @wonsheep's help <3

‣ enhypen masterlist :: ✉️₍₁₎

"want a tea?"

you wanted to say no if the boy had to stand up and couldn't hold your legs in his lap, but that would have been cringe.

"yeah."

you didn't even look up from the book - you also overcame the urge to announce that you had changed your mind with apologetic eyes - until now, when jake puts the mug on the coffee table, the mug teasefully knocking into the glass surface. the hot water is steaming in it, and all the accessories are there on the tray to make it into tea. sugar, lemon juice, a spoon - very important - and of course, the teabag itself. even a handsome boy is present, who can prepare your tea by mixing the ingredients.

you pull your legs under you, getting comfortable, then pretend to bury yourself back in the book, while you watch jake pick up the teabag, then glance at you - he knows you have been looking and are still looking - he grins and rips it open with his teeth. the sound of tearing paper cuts sharply through the peaceful air. and then, as if nothing had happened, he casually, skillfully, simply soaks it into the hot water.

you hide behind the pages, shocked and blushing. then you emerge again. you glance at jake, then at the bag. you feel as if the whole thing was a delusion, your heart pounding and your throat dry.

"did you like it that much?" alright, that cocky smile and the passionately cheeky look have their effect.

"my god..." you lean back, covering your entire head with your reading as you whisper this, and jake laughs in satisfaction.

you aren't ashamed that your boyfriend flusters you to such extents, it just destroys you mentally.

[uolarieclosed]

━━━ 𑁤 close to you thought …

you couldn’t sleep. not because you stayed up too late the night before or because you had an early class. it was because of your roommate.

park sunghoon.

it was simple really, you were falling in love with him. you would’ve never believed yourself standing in the dark kitchen listening to the hum of the tea kettle as it boiled your water; your mind full of the blonde headed boy who slept behind his closed door.

he was always making advances towards you. asking you to be his girlfriend or to go out on a date with him, but he always said it with a shit eating grin on his face—it was difficult to think he was being serious and wasn’t playing you for an idiot.

months before he was just a roommate, you’d see him every morning and every night passing by.

now, he was the only boy clouding your entire existence and it was something you couldn’t say you enjoyed—at least, not yet.

“what are you doing?” his voice pulled you out of your daze, your teeth lifting themselves out of your lips.

“oh, i’m just making some tea.” you pointed to the kettle. “did i wake you?”

he shook his head, rubbing his eye with a slight smile. sunghoon was in fact not asleep. he was staring at his ceiling thinking about you and how he wanted you all to himself.

“you can’t sleep?” sunghoon questioned while approaching closer.

“not really.” you shook your head this time, reaching over to take the boiling water off the heat.

you needed to distract yourself.

“i don’t think black tea will help with that,” sunghoon chuckled lowly while standing behind you. the warmth from his body cascaded off of him like strong essence, coating your entire body in a plain state of turmoil.

“it’s the only tea we have.” timidly, you turn your head to the side, catching sight of sunghoon’s smirk. he pressed his chest against your back, a hand reaching over to play with the ends of your hair.

he was having fun, he loved seeing you cower under his gaze. a tingling sensation coursed through his veins, almost energizing him.

“i think i can help you,” sunghoon’s palm runs down your back before he spins you around, both hands gripping your waist.

he smells intoxicating like he was ready for this moment, ready for you to fall under the trap.

“how?” a part of you wondered what he had up his sleeve, and another part of you felt like challenging him. sunghoon was always at the hand of the flirtatious remarks, wanting to see you so flustered.

sunghoon leaned in closer, nose brushing yours so gently that it felt like a dream. his lips looking so inviting and soft. he was teasing you, hoping you’d be the first to make a move.

but, you couldn’t do that.

“i should get to bed. it’s late.” you whisper, your words ghosting his own empty lips.

and sunghoon watches you step away from him, leaving the water on the counter to grow cold like sunghoon’s hands; the feeling of your body against his was something he needed again.

© 2024 uolarie

[weoris]

GLASS HEART.

제이 soft thought — boyfriend jongseong! 𐙚 𓈒 ݁ female reader comfort au soft hours fluff a bit of angst >< two hundred thirty nine cw. stress kisses wine clickhere!

thinking about jay listening to whatever you have to rant about at the end of the day. whether it be stress from school or family issues, he always there to hug you and softly graze your hair, humming along and kissing your temple.

“I just had so much.. work. It was like piles of documents after piles of documents after.. more piles. It’s been happening so much, and it’s starting to feel so dead-end..”

you sigh and he coos, patting your head. “You did good today, darling.. I promise, it’ll all come full circle, you’ll be rewarded just as much for the hard work you put in.” you hum as his deep, tired voice sent a wave of comfort through your system.

how he looks at you with a smile as you sit on the couch next to him all giddy, telling him all the good parts of your day. when you pop open the wine bottle and grab the two glasses with a big grin as he chuckled tiredly.

“She called me to her office and said that I was doing so good, that I not only got promoted!! but I also get my own office! And I’m even getting an assistant!” exclaiming, you sat with him and poured the wine.

he smiled at you and kissed your head. “That’s amazing, sweetheart.. I’m so proud of you.” he says as you clinks glasses together and you giggle.

your glass heart feels like either breaking or strengthening after long days, and he makes sure to protect it. and you wouldn’t have your heart race any other way!

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XiNYi 的 🔖 gentle jay era is always so ..

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