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Flowers for Enhypen.

Synopsis; Seven flowers that represented your special moments with the Enhypen members.

Pairing(s)/Extra(s); Enhypen x GN!Reader (Separate)

Word Count; 4.9k

Genre; Romance, Fluff, Some Non-idol AU

Warnings; Slight angst

—Yang Jungwon. Cattleya

Cute. He’s always been called cute. Usually, Jungwon never minded such a thing; it was a simple compliment with a lot of evidence to back up such an opinion. It was something he accepted gracefully from his family and friends. But there was just something about you calling him cute that made his stomach churn.

Those icky feelings didn’t stop there either. He got it every time you patted his head as you called him adorable (“like a kitten,” you said once. It took everything in him not to hiss at the comment like one). It made his brow furrow and lips pout in annoyance when you treated him as if you two were still the little kids who met each other in kindergarten. 

And it only confused him to no end when he felt his heart skip a beat when you asked him to grab something off the top library shelf for you, a winning acknowledgment of the fact that yes, Jungwon had grown into a proper man now. A man worthy of earning your affections and making you feel loved like he’d been planning to since he realized he was in love with you. Still, that didn’t mean he didn’t get annoyed by how you still treated him like a brother. 

That’s how he found himself confronting you, caging you against the wall with his tall build puffing up and blocking anything else in front of you that wasn’t him. It was uncharacteristic and just the slightest bit uncalled for, yes, but he couldn’t take it anymore with how much you babied him as if he were your little brother and not a guy who was so clearly into you despite his oh-so-obvious attempts to make it known. The cup that was filled with his frustrations was bound to spill over at some point. 

His eyes bore into you. Within them, you could catch the mix of impatience, worry, irritation, and– most importantly– affection. The kind that you’ve sworn was just a figment of your imagination: an excuse you told yourself repeatedly because there was no way you should be looking at your best friend the way a lover should. It was risky, and you weren’t just going to sacrifice what you had between you two for a bunch of feelings you were set on ignoring until they faded.

But that proved to be even more difficult than you expected with the way he moved just the slightest bit closer to you, your hands flailing to his shoulders to keep him from coming any nearer and hearing the way your heart beat erratically in your chest. You suddenly became hyper-aware of the broadness of his figure and his towering height. Had he always been like this? You thought. Your mind flashed to the image you had of Jungwon before, the little boy you met so long ago. Now, he had grown– close to enveloping your entire frame if he tried. 

“Stop calling me cute. I don’t like it.” Jungwon’s face was dangerously close to yours. His breath tickled your skin as his nose nudged against your own. Your throat felt dry as your eyes fell down to his lips. If he took just one more step, he’d be able to kiss you. Oh God, did you want him to?

—Lee Heeseung. Canterbury Bell

Heeseung has always been thankful for a lot of things in his life. He was thankful for finding his love for music when his parents handed him a mic for the first time. He was thankful he could always ace his music class because of his perfect pitch. He was thankful that he found it in himself to pull through just enough to figure out what he wanted to do. Finally, he was thankful that you were there for it all.

He could never remember how he met you; he just knew that you’d been in his life for as long as he could remember. Maybe it was because your parents were friends, or maybe it was because your house was right next to his and you attended the same school for years until you graduated from high school. Every time he felt nervous before a performance, he searched for your face in the crowd, knowing you’d be at the front row like you promised.

When Heeseung was bored on a weekend, he would run by the convenience store to buy your favorite snacks before running over to your place and hoping you’d let him in with his humble offering.  He would wait for you after class, laughing with you at how some of your classmates made goo-goo eyes at him (“Oh please, they wouldn’t gush over you if they had to wake you up every morning.” You laughed. They wouldn’t, but they’ll never find out. If there’s anyone he wants to wake up to every morning, it’s you). 

Life could change at any point, but you and he never would.

Then, college came around. And he found himself coming back to a place that was no longer next to yours. No more seeing you in the crowd when he played for school events, knowing that your smile was the one that calmed him down the best. No more laughing as he walked you home about your peers crushing on him, holding hands as you crossed the street.

No more surprising you with your favorite snack and admiring as your face lit up. No more seeing your face every morning as you dragged him out of bed to get to class in time, wishing one day you’d wake him with a kiss.

The moment his plane landed, he bolted straight to wherever you were. Conveniently enough, you had come along with his mom to pick him up from the airport. He ran straight into your arms, indifferent to the fact that he left his luggage rolling away behind him as Heeseung enveloped you in a hug. He honestly thought he was dreaming. How could he not when your laughter finally rang next to his ears instead of from his phone’s speakers, finally slotting yourself into his hold and filling up that you-shaped hole that he’s had since the first month he was away from you?

“Thank God,” he whispered into your cheek, “I’m home.” Home to you, his constant.

—Park “Jay” Jongseong. Lavender

Jay was a warm-hearted person, the good guy you’ve always dreamt of meeting someday– the one you’d be so excited to introduce to your parents because you know that they’d just love him right away. You’d never met someone so loved and so willing to love others as much as him. You could see it when he cared for the six other boys he considered as his own brothers; when he’d call his mom every few days and remind her that her son would always be there; and when he’d cook your favourite dish when everything became a bit too stressful. There was no one else like him that you’d ever met before. 

But there are times when you are truly reminded of how much you just adored him and how he adored you. 

You two sat in silence by the window, soaking in the last few rays of sunlight before the sun had retired under the horizon. The hot air from that morning and afternoon had slowly started to dissipate as night claimed the sky little by little, and perhaps you had found yourself settling closer to your beloved. One of his arms wrapped around you, pressing you as close to his side as he possibly could. His fingers danced along your sides before pinching your skin. Jay let out a chuckle as you jolted.

Your brows furrowed. Sternly but playfully, you called out to him. “Jay.”

“Yes, lovely?” His eyes were full of mirth, adoringly setting his gaze upon your narrowed eyes looking at him. Even with faux annoyance, you could never stay committed to the act– not when he looked at you like that. His smile didn’t help either. You caved the moment you saw his lips curl upwards, and his expression was only something you could akin to a satisfied cat.

After dropping the act, your countenance had softened once more into contentment. “I think I could sit down here with you all day if I could,” you whispered, “all my life maybe.”

Jay hummed. “I think I could too.” He cleared his throat afterward.

“And it wouldn’t be just that. I think I want to wake up to you every morning every day. I’d even wash the dishes every night and take naps at three in the afternoon on Sunday’s. I’ll go to the vet once a month, pick up groceries every two weeks, and kiss you every night– if that’s what it means I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Despite the intensity of his confessions, you pulled away from him briefly before leaning into him again and lightheartedly kissing his cheek. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say the red on his cheeks was from his confessions; however, you knew better. He’d never be embarrassed to say such things, not when they were the utter truth. Instead, his flustered expression was just a reaction to how you had showered him in simple affections.

You eyed his lips, “if that’s the case, why don’t you do something about it already? My left ring finger’s feeling way too light right n-” 

Jay didn’t let you finish. He kissed you before you even could. In that kiss, there were a thousand more words that he wasn’t able to say before. A thousand more promises. A thousand more plans for you and him. But there was only one vow that was communicated to you at that moment.

I am devoted to you and you alone.

—Sim “Jake” Jaeyun. Forget Me Not

It had been approximately three years since you last saw your best friend in person. Three years of texts replied to late into the night. Three years of brief phone calls once every few days. After three years of asking each other, “when will I see you again?” every time things became way too stressful.

You’ve never been more proud of Jake in your life when he told you he got accepted into his dream university. The only problem was it was in Seoul, a city more than seven thousand kilometers away from you. It was hard enough convincing him to seize his chance, even if it meant being away from home for a prolonged period of time. It was even harder seeing him go at the airport, hugging him so tightly for a second longer because it just occurred to you that your best friend wasn't going to be physically beside you during a time when you felt like you needed him the most.

The hardest thing about it though? Being in love with him since your childhood and wondering if he was in love with someone else as much as you were with him. While you weren't outwardly vocal about your curiosity, you always asked him if he'd gone on any dates or found anyone of his recent acquaintances cute– all of it under the guise of being his best friend instead of someone who's been in love with him for a greater part of your life. Even now as you video-called each other on a Friday night after a week that left both of you unable to communicate from packed schedules.

You watched Jake tap his pen against his desk, jolting his phone and leaving the image of him shaky on your end.

"Can you tell me again why you decided to call me on a Friday night while you're doing schoolwork?" 

"Our professor gave us a problem set, and I'm doing it early to free my schedule on Sunday. Except I don't want to do it while I'm alone��" he huffed, carelessly throwing his pen onto the desk surface with a small thud– "and I miss you."

You ignore the last part of the statement for the sake of your sanity. If you didn't, your face would heat up to concerning temperatures and your heartbeat would be too loud in your eyes for you to properly listen to Jake. Despite that, nothing could dissipate the fluttering in your stomach or stop the air being taken from your lungs. You only rolled your eyes. Catching the movement, he let out a gasp of fake offense.

You smiled dearly at him. "Jake, you'll just get distracted by calling me– don't even deny it; I've known you for more than ten years now. Plus, shouldn't you be going out and socializing right now with friends? I don't know, maybe eating out or going to a party? Usually, college students spend their Friday night with plans, y’know?”

“Unless–”

“Don’t even insinuate that I don’t have friends! I do, and I’ll gladly let you know that their names are Jay and Sunghoon.”

As you watched him fidget in his seat, your heart warmed. It might not have sounded like it, but Jake tended to be shy at times. You could still remember his seven-year-old self reaching for your hand when he got too anxious to talk to some of the teachers at school. Knowing he had friends to check up on him when you couldn’t was a reassuring thought. 

“Replacing me already?” You faked sadness, pressing the back of your palm to your forehead dramatically, which he quickly denied while placing his face as close to the propped-up phone as possible. 

“I could never! You’re literally my favorite person in the whole world!”

“Besides, I wanted to make plans with you anyways,” he leaned back on his chair with that charming smile you always lit up seeing. You’ve seen it more times than you could count, but it never failed to remind you just how far your affection for him has reached. “I actually wanted to spend time with you earlier, but we were both busy.”

You hummed at that.

“I remember just how great it feels to talk to you after a hard day. I just know everything bad is over when you’re with me.”

Just like that, he stole your heart again. Only this time, you hoped he knew that he did. By the way your chest felt like it was about to burst, the way your hands clammed up, and the way your lips lifted into a crooked grin. It felt unfair that he could turn your world upside down as easily as he did. It would take you a minute before you could even say anything.

“When will you be home again?” 

“Sooner than you know it,” he answered– to which you let out a small laugh through your nose.

“Better be, you dork. I miss you.” And you weren’t aware of it, but on the other end of the line, Jake could only think: I miss you more.

—Park Sunghoon. Agapanthus

When asked if there was anything Sunghoon loved more than being on the ice, he’d say there was nothing– which would be a complete lie. Anyone who knew you would know that because if there was anything Sunghoon loved more than figure skating, it was you. You were the only reason he ever liked going to practice early in the morning.

The early morning chill had just started to settle upon him when he trudged across the parking lot to the doors of the arena as quickly as he could. He felt relief and warmth as he went past the glass doors and into the well-heated building. The person behind the desk by the entrance simply nodded at him, already used to seeing his face for the past five years. The reprieve of heat would only be short-lived, however, because Sunghoon would soon find himself in his training clothes and standing next to the ice rink.

His brows were knitted together, but his face was stiff; it took everything in him not to make his sour mood so obvious, but there was only so much Sunghoon could do to hide his ever-growing annoyance at the insistence of morning practice. Even when he bunched himself up in all the layers he could take with him, it could never stop the way the cold always nipped at his skin or the fact that he couldn’t even take a nap (or else he’d be scolded for the third time that week for dozing off). Of course, that didn’t stop his eyelids from drooping once, then twice. Finally, Sunghoon slowly started to drift off to sleep on one of the seats.

It was the ruffling of fabric that would rouse him. Blinking awake, he was greeted by the blurry sight of a figure standing over him.

“Wake up, sleeping beauty. We have to get onto the ice now. Have you stretched yet?” You laughed. Sunghoon would be quick to compose himself out of his dazed state. If you were to be honest, it made you think about how a drunk man would look like trying to sober up. He nodded afterward.

Sunghoon brought a hand up to his face, wiping away the sleep with his palm. “God, I hate morning practice.” The boy sat up straight, and you both made your way onto the ice. 

“Yeah, but you still go anyway.” Only because he gets to see you.

Still suffering from the effects of tiredness, he ended up lightly bumping into you as you both tried passing through the gate. Sunghoon’s arm brushed up against yours, and his cheeks tinged red at the feeling of his skin coming into contact with you. He immediately let out an apology before letting you pass through. He stood there, waiting, until he felt something grasp his wrist. 

You pulled him with you, and the force had him ungracefully stumbling onto the ice. The surprise of it all and the struggle to balance himself made his eyes widen. If his face was red before, he was sure he looked like a strawberry by now. Sunghoon just hoped you thought it was the cold instead of the fact that you grabbed onto him.

You two glided smoothly across the cold surface by muscle memory, but your hold on him never faltered. You simply continued to pull him along. “Finally awake?” The way you grinned at him made him gulp. “Y-yeah,” was the only thing he could choke up. Feeling you so close and seeing the joy on your face made his heart thump in his chest, so much more than when he would compete. You let go of him, letting him slide to a stop while you stayed in motion. You circled around him, looping twice before taking off. Sunghoon watched you round the rink before taking off into a waltz jump (as a warm-up, he assumed). Your time in the air was fleeting, and the jump itself wasn’t impressive,  but it was enough for him to glimpse you in all your beauty as he stood there motionless. He was never going to tell you, and if you ever found out, he’d curl up into a ball and lock himself away in his room– but you’d always be his favorite way to start the day.

—Kim Sunoo. Aster

Sunoo always spent his summers with his grandmother– and by extension you, the kid who lived right next door. For those few weeks when he was away from the big city, he lived in the countryside. You two spent your days rolling in the grass, catching bugs, and playing under the sun. When the sun began to set, you’d run home and get scolded for getting your clothes dirty. After getting ready for bed, you’d call him from your window adjacent to his, and you’d say your goodnight’s before doing everything all over again. As you grew older, your schedule changed, but you always stayed together. By the time you were both teenagers, most of your hours playing had evolved into reading each other’s favorite books, having picnics on good days, and sneaking out to watch the stars. 

The summer you were both fifteen, Sunoo (like always) spent his summer with you. It was a sunny day as you sat under the shade of a large tree. A cool, grey blanket was spread underneath you; snacks of all kinds littered it. Right in the middle of it all, Sunoo sat cross-legged as you braided his hair. It had grown long enough when his summer vacation started, and he told you he opted to cut it right before school started. That left you with enough length to make him eligible to become your personal doll.

“Ow! Don’t tug too much,” he whined, and you only huffed. “It hurts, you know!”

“It’s because you keep scooting away while I’m braiding. Of course, it’ll hurt.” Your brows furrowed in concentration. Your giggles followed after, and you knew it was because Sunoo was pouting even if you couldn’t see his face. 

A breeze tickled your legs, and the leaves above you danced along with it. Silence settled upon you and your companion. It was a comfortable one, one you were more than used to with all the time you spent with him. However, you knew that something else was boiling right under the facade of a completely normal day, and it was already starting to seep onto the surface.

You opened your mouth, “I know it’ll be your last summer here for a while.” Sunoo stiffened, but you continued on playing with his locks. “I overheard Grandma talking with your mom on the phone. She said you were going to have to focus on your studies more, now that high school is going to start.”

“When were you going to tell me?”

Sunoo sighed. Another silence. Then the bob of his Adam's apple. “I was going to tell you the last day… so you wouldn’t be sad. It won’t be my last visit here– I know it won’t be! We can always contact each other through our phones too, but I just didn’t want this summer to end feeling like I was saying goodbye.”

You smiled at that. Sunoo was always so sweet. Out of all your friends, Sunoo was the most caring. He was also the one who understood you the best, even if he did live so much farther away than everyone else you knew. He knew you’d just feel depressed knowing you wouldn’t be able to see him so much less than you already do; that, and you were never good at goodbyes. Every time he had to go home, you cried without fail. No matter how much you assured him that you weren’t going to cry this time, tears would start sliding down your cheeks. 

There was another unnerving silence, but you were still there. He could still feel your fingers fiddling. You were mad– he could tell– but you weren’t showing it at all. Typically, you’d start to lash out at him, being stubborn or just a bit aggressive. It was your defense mechanism, something that wouldn’t betray the hurt piercing your chest and instead swap it with anger. Were you so mad as to stay speechless?

When he felt your hands start to retract, he panicked and turned around. He wasn't greeted by the sight of your crying face, eyes red and cheeks wet. Instead, you only sweetly smiled at him. You slipped a mirror into his palm, making sure he held it up near his face. Sunoo could spot a splotch of purple just by the side of his head. As he turned his face to the left, a flower peeked at him.

“Do you know what those are, Sunoo?” He shook his head. “Those are asters. I don’t know if they’re as common in the city as they typically are here, but I hope that every time you see one, you’ll think of us.”

“I’ll miss you so much, Sunoo.” Your eyes may not have shed tears, but his certainly did that day. He’d never forget what happened that sunny afternoon. Maybe that’s why even five years later, he’d think of asters, and he’d think of all the summers and all the moments you’ve shared. He’d think about every time you’ve laughed and cried. He’d think about the time you both ran across your grandma’s house and got scolded. He’d think about the time you two biked up all the way up a hill to watch the sunset. He’d think about your smiles and your crying face. He’d think of your laughter and your green overalls. He’d think of you. Each time, without fail.

— Nishimura "Ni-ki" Riki. Viscaria

1, 2, and 3, and 4– Ni-ki stared at himself in the mirror, his body rolling against the groove of the music in the background. He’d been at it for hours. That was evident by the shake in his muscles and fatigue in his bones– 5, 6, and 7.

 Still, he’d practiced the routine for the hundredth time that day. 

He kicked his foot up, swerving himself into a new position. One that evidently took more energy than the last. His arm had collapsed, unable to support his weight any longer after it had tired out, which led to Ni-ki flopping onto the polished floors. The boy stared at the ceiling, chest heaving with every second. 

“And eight,” he grimaced as his limbs screamed for reprieve. 

He stayed that way for a few more minutes to catch his breath. The beat of the speakers sent vibrations to his head, which he welcomed deeply as it calmed the pulsating adrenaline in his system. Sweat dripped down his face, wetting his hair and causing his shirt to stick to his abdomen. It felt uncomfortable, and he made a mental note to shower as soon as he finished. Despite being used to it, he never truly liked the way sweat made him feel icky. 

He closed his eyes. That’s when he heard the squeak of the door as it opened, but he couldn’t will himself to check who it was that came in. “Nishimura Riki,” your sing-song voice scratched his brain in a way too satisfying to be ignored. “Thought you’d be here, ducky.” 

Ni-ki winced at that.

He could just picture the smile on your lips. You’d called him that ever since his friends commented how similar he looked to one. It had stuck with you more than other nicknames he’d been given before, mostly because it was the fastest way to get him to pout. “I’m a puma, you know that,” he groaned at your approaching footsteps.

You laughed, and it took everything in him not to crack a smile. When he opened his eyes, it took some time before his vision could adjust. Ni-ki’s gaze zeroed in on you, the light above casting a halo around your visage as you leaned down to look at him. You rolled your eyes at him, and he fought every cell in his body that screamed at him to kiss you. 

"Whatever you want, ducky." There's a thud next to Ni-ki, and he barely registers that you've settled down right next to him. You've folded your legs to sit criss-cross, knees just brushing the hair atop his head. You were still staring at him. There was this look in your eyes he couldn't quite place. 

Your fingers moved to point to the middle of his brows, and Ni-ki couldn’t help but furrow them in confusion. You give him a smirk, tracing your fingertips down the bridge of his nose– only to press at the tip. Ni-ki scrunched up his nose.

In the sliver of a second, he’d gotten himself up to sit down right in front of you. He leaned over your space, his shadow slightly engulfing you. Ni-ki looked down upon you with mischievous eyes. His hands slid up to your forearms, and he was close enough that you could nearly feel the tickle of his breath against your skin.

“You just love to tease me, don’t you?”

You scoffed. “Like you don’t do the same to me, ducky.” You matched his own gaze, pupils flickering across his face– only to linger on his lips like you’d done a few times before. And it seemed you weren’t the only one to hold the habit every time you two were too close to each other. You stayed facing each other, waiting for someone to break the silence between you two.

“Dance with me?”

The way he said it was almost breathless, a struggle for his lungs to push the syllables from his mouth. Yet, it was said with a determination that you’d long associated with Ni-ki when he so keenly wanted something. There was no quiver in his voice, only a silent but strong desire for his plan to be put into action. 

“And tell me, why should I?” You raised a brow.

He shot you a grin. “I’ll let you call me ducky.”

And when he pulled you from the floor and into his own arms, you grimaced at the stick of sweat on his skin. But it did little to deter you from fully being dragged by his hands. “Nishimura Riki!”

Ni-ki could only laugh as you puffed your cheeks. “Mm, on second thought, I think I like it better when you say my name.”