#enhypen platonic x reader

[thehereticdiaries]

Bite Me

Summary: You're fed up with the cold shoulder you've been getting from your best friend. So you show up to his apartment to confront him. The reason behind his silence is one you can hardly believe

Warnings: Blood, biting, suggestive for most members (especially Heeseung), lmk if i missed anything

Pairings: OT7 x Reader [separate], platonic Ni-ki and Sunoo

A/N: so i read part of this series called "house of night" when i was definitely too young to be reading it. anyway, when the vampires in that series feed on people, the human gets like super turned on. so i wrote that lol

Introduction

It’s been more than a week since you’ve heard from your best friend. The two of you normally texted every day. At the very least, you reacted to messages when either of you were too busy to fully respond. Your texts were going through and you knew he was reading them. Your anxiety grew worse as each day of silence passed. You were fed up, so you took matters into your own hands and showed up unannounced to his apartment. The door was locked, but you had each other’s keys, so you let yourself in. The overhead lights were off and all of the windows were covered in blackout curtains. None of the bright spring sun entered the apartment.

“You shouldn’t be here,” his voice came from the darkest corner of the living room.

“Don’t give me that shit,” you scoffed and stormed into the apartment, not even bothering to take your shoes off. 

“Stop! Seriously, you need to leave.”

“No! I’ve been so fucking worried about you. I’m not leaving until I know you’re okay,” you argued, dropping your bag on the kitchen counter. You stood with your hands on your hips, jutting one out to the side and raising your eyebrows expectantly.

“I’m fine, now go,” he insisted. You barely saw his outline in the dark. He was hunched on the floor between the couch and the wall.

“You’re obviously not fine. What’s going on?” 

“Nothing.”

“Listen, if you’re mad at me, we can talk it out. Don’t just ignore me,” you moved closer to the seam separating the carpet of the living room from the tile in the kitchen.

“Y/N, I’m not mad at you. Please just leave. I promise I’ll call you later,” he pleaded. His shoulders shook in what you assumed was barely-contained anger.

“I’m not leav-”

“Get out! I don’t want to hurt you,” he shouted, startling you enough to take a step back. It was silent for a few tense moments, save for his heavy breathing.

“I don’t understand. Why do you think you’d hurt me?” In a split second, you were backed against the wall, caged in by your best friend’s arms. Your mind reeled at his speed and the unnatural red glow in his eyes. 

“My supply ran out. I couldn’t feed and I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself for much longer.” 

“Wh- supply? Feed? What are you talking about?!” You demanded, eyes wide and brows furrowed. The string lights lining the ceiling of the living room glinted off his teeth. No, not his teeth. His fangs.

“You’re a smart girl, Y/N. I think you can figure it out.”

“You’re a fucking vampire?!” His fists balled up next to your head. His eyes bore down on you, draining some of the confidence you had conjured up. You couldn’t meet his eyes, opting to look at his hoodie strings instead.

“How long?” You muttered, crossing your arms over your chest.

“What?”

“How long have you been… like this?” 

“What, how long have I been a vampire?” He asked incredulously. You nodded and he sighed, relaxing his hands so they pressed flat on the wall. “A little over two years.”

“Two years? And you never told me?” 

“How was I supposed to tell you, Y/N? ‘Hey when my family was in Romania some psycho bit me and now I drink blood’? Come on, you would’ve called the cops on me.” As his sarcastic rant continued, your jaw tensed and you struggled to stay calm.

“Stop!” His words died on his tongue. “I would not have called the cops or have you hospitalized.” You peeked up at him through your lashes. 

“I’m sorry,” he caved at the shakiness of your voice. 

“You said your supply ran out. What does that mean?”

“I met an older vampire during the first week after I turned. There’s a small circle of people like me that he introduced me to. One of them works for the Red Cross, and she brings us blood bags,” he explained, looking at the floor.

“I don’t…" You took a deep breathe before continuing. "It feels wrong to take donations like that, but I understand why it’s necessary.” He sighed, somewhat relieved that you didn’t immediately run for the hills. “So you ran out of the blood bags?”

“Yeah. The Red Cross nurse has been out of the country for a few weeks. I thought I had enough, but I was wrong.”

“And your solution was to isolate yourself? You couldn’t possibly hide until she got back. I mean, do you even know when she’s supposed to come back?” You pointed out all the flaws in his flimsy plans.

“I don’t. I didn’t know what else to do.”

“You need blood, right?” He nodded. “Why don’t you, uh, feed straight from a person?”

“Seriously?” He scoffed. “I can’t just ask someone, they’d think I’m insane.”

“I’ll do it,” you stated, feeling oddly calm now despite the very real danger you were in. He narrowed his eyes on you.

“You’ll do what, Y/N?” The way he asked screamed ‘rethink what you just offered’.

“I’ll let you feed from me. I mean, it’s just this once, right?”

“No. No, absolutely not. I can’t do that to you,” he refused immediately. You rolled your eyes.

“You’re going to starve if you don’t. Please, I want to help you,” you insisted. He hesitated, checking your eyes for any hint of fear or doubt.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, just bite me.”

Jungwon

His eyes darkened, shifting from a bright red to a deep maroon. His hands lifted from the wall, one grabbing your jaw and the other hooking into the collar of your t-shirt. He angled your head so your neck was bared for him, pulling your shirt to the side at the same time.

“Tell me if you need me to stop,” Jungwon whispered against your neck. His cold breath sent a shiver down your spine. You assumed he would get straight into it, get the whole thing done as quickly as possible. Your heart jumped when he pressed a feather-light kiss right below your jawline.

“Jungwon-”

“Shh. Let me do this right.” You nodded against his hand, uncrossing your arms to grip the front of his hoodie. His lips trailed down the side of your neck, smirking against your racing pulse. He settled at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, right above your collarbone. He kissed your skin one last time, licking over the area before piercing your skin with his fangs.

You squeaked at the sensation. The sharp sting from the bite quickly faded once his teeth retracted from your neck. Then his lips closed around the wound and he sucked. Your eyes widened at the sudden heat pouring from your neck into your core. 

“Oh, fuck. Jungwon, is it supposed to feel like this?” You panted and tightened your grip on his hoodie. He hummed but couldn’t pull himself away, too caught up in the taste of your blood. You rested your head against the wall, eyes rolling back and thighs squeezing together. You waited in silence, mind racing to catch up with everything you learned in the last 15 minutes. You let him take as much as he needed, until the edges of your vision began to blur.

“J-Jungwon, too much. I’m getting dizzy,” you pushed weakly against his forehead. 

“Sorry, fuck, I’m sorry.” He forced himself to release your neck. The puncture marks still slowly leaked blood. 

“I sh-should bandage that,” you trailed off, just as reluctant to move as Jungwon was.

“Hold on, let me just…” He ran his tongue over the wound, pulling an involuntary moan from your throat. “My saliva is a coagulant.” He pulled back with the intention of making sure you were okay, but froze at the almost fucked-out expression on your face. Your nails dug into his biceps, shattering the last of his self-restraint. Both hands cradled your cheeks as he crashed his lips into yours. You gasped, allowing Jungwon to roll his tongue over yours. The metallic taste of your own blood flooded your mouth and his fangs scraped over your lower lip. Your knees buckled. If Jungwon wasn’t pressing you into the wall with his body, you definitely would have fallen. He might not need to breathe anymore, but you did, forcing you to break the heated kiss. 

“Are you okay?” He brushed his thumb across your cheekbone, resting his forehead against yours.

“Mhm, just a little tired,” you answered once you caught your breath.

“I went overboard.” He picked you up, hands under your thighs, and carried you to his couch. He fell back against the cushions, settling down with you laying on his chest. “Sleep. We’ll talk when you wake up.”

Heeseung

A wide smile broke out on his face, showing off his razor sharp fangs. He swept you up in his arms, moving to set you on the countertop.

“What are you doing?” You asked as he slotted himself between your legs. Heat crept up on your cheeks.

“Having you sit down,” Heeseung said and tilted his head at you. “Just in case you get light-headed.” You rolled your eyes, dropping your hands to rest on the edge of the counter. You realized something right as his lips grazed the skin of your neck.

“Wait!”

“What? I’m sorry, what happened?” His eyes washed over in a panic as he squeezed your hands. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, no that’s not it. I have work tomorrow. My uniform won’t cover my neck, you have to bite somewhere else.” He sagged in relief. He bit his lip delicately while his eyes raked over your body. You suddenly felt very exposed despite being totally covered in your t-shirt and leggings.

“Take off your shirt.”

“Excuse me?” Your eyebrows shot into your hairline. Heeseung leaned closer, so close that you could feel his cool breath on your lips.

“Take. Off. Your. Shirt.” He repeated slowly, pausing between each word for emphasis. 

“W-why?”

“Don’t blame me, babe, you’re the one that wanted me to bite in a hidden place.” Your flush grew at the pet name, hesitating just a moment longer before removing your top, leaving you in your simple black bra. You fought the urge to cover yourself under his heated stare.

“Now what?” His eyes flicked to yours one last time. His hands moved to grab your hips. Your breath hitched when his head dipped down to lick over the top of your breast, right next to the edge of your bra. His fangs sank into the soft skin, making you wince at the sting. He pulled his teeth back to suck on the fresh wound. You smacked a hand over your mouth to stifle your moan, the other gripping the counter so tight your knuckles turned white.

“Fuck, you taste so fucking sweet,” Heeseung mumbled against your skin. The vibrations sent your mind reeling from the unexpected pleasure. You held out for a solid few minutes until dark spots danced in your vision.

“H-Heeseung,” you whimpered and pushed at his shoulder. 

“Sorry.” He soothed the punctures with his tongue, effectively stopping the bleeding. His eyes were back to their normal brown. Your eyes dragged over his features in a daze, stopping at the smear of blood at the corner of his mouth. You tried wiping it away with your thumb, but it only spread further down his chin. Without thinking, you leaned forward to lick your blood from his face.

“Goddamn, you can’t just do that to me, Y/N.” He ran a hand up the back of your neck to tangle his fingers in your hair. 

“What do you mean?” You shivered when his nails grazed over your scalp. He poked his tongue into his cheek. A primal instinct in him was pleased with your blissful expression. 

“You know… my senses were heightened when I changed,” he started, holding back a devious grin. Your eyebrows creased, confused as to where he was going with this. 

“So?”

“So.” He tugged you toward him to whisper next to your ear. “I’ve been able to smell how turned on you get when you’re around me.” 

“Wh…what?” His hand trailed from your hair to cup your jaw. His touch and his smile were incredibly gentle, a stark contrast to the fire in your lower belly. 

“Don’t worry, pretty girl. I feel the same about you,” Heeseung confessed, brushing his thumb below your bottom lip. You couldn’t form a coherent sentence to respond. Instead, you pressed a quick peck to his lips. Both of you sat in a stunned silence for a minute, until he pulled you back in for a slower, more languid kiss. He licked into your mouth, dragging his tongue along yours. You whined when he broke away, chasing after him and nearly tumbling off the counter.

“Easy there, hot stuff,” he teased. He grabbed your t-shirt and helped you re-dress. “You need to eat and rest right now, I took a lot out of you.”

“Don’t say it like that, you’re making it sound dirty,” you pouted and let him carry you to the couch. He laughed, maneuvering you so you sat between his legs with your back to his chest. 

“Rest.” You relaxed in his hold, drifting off to the sound of a movie playing on the TV.

Jay 

“You’re insane, you know that?” He tilted his head to the side, moving one hand from the wall to brush against your cheek. 

“Yeah, well, I have to be a little insane to put up with you.” Butterflies crept up in your stomach at the soft affection in his eyes. 

“Right,” he shook his head with a breathy laugh. “This is going to be a lot like donating blood. You might get dizzy if you haven’t eaten anything recently.”

“I had lunch before I came over. I’ll be fine.”

“Where do you want it?” His question caught you off guard. You hadn’t thought that far ahead.

“Uhh, it doesn’t really matter. Just somewhere I can cover so I don’t get weird looks at school and work,” you answered after mulling it over in your head. 

“Somewhere you can cover, huh?” Jay smirked, slowly dragging his eyes down your body. 

“Quit it, you’re making me nervous.” 

“Sorry, sorry.” He pecked your cheek then dropped to his knees in front of you, making your brain short-circuit.

“Jay! Wh-” You cut yourself off with a squeak when he hooked your leg over his shoulder. 

“Relax. I’m just making sure it’ll be covered, like you asked.” 

“But where-?” He tore open the inner seam of your leggings to expose the plush skin of your thigh. “My pants! Jay, I still have to walk home later!”

“You can borrow some of mine. Just relax and lean back against the wall,” he instructed gently, rubbing circles on your knee until you let the tension release from your shoulders. He smiled up at you one more time before leaning in to lick a thick stripe along your thigh. He hooked a hand under your knee to keep your leg securely on his shoulder while the other rested on your hip. 

His fangs pierced through your skin. The sharp pain caused you to jolt against his hold. His grip tightened and you felt his fangs shrink back to normal teeth. The image of Jay kneeling between your legs coupled with the blood loss clouded over your mind. Your hands hovered uselessly, unsure of what you could hold on to in order to ground yourself. You settled on curling your fingers around the hem of your shirt until Jay guided one of your hands to thread through his hair. If anyone were to walk in at this point, it would look like something very different was happening. You closed your eyes with a tiny whimper, pouring all of your focus into sitting still.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Jay’s voice broke through your stupor. You blinked down at him, seeing his eyebrows crease in concern. 

“I’m alright. Do you need more?” 

“No, I’m done. I’ll grab some sweatpants for you after I stop the bleeding,” he stated, giving your knee a reassuring squeeze. You inhaled sharply at the feeling of his tongue running over the wound. He set your leg back on the ground then stood to cup your face in both hands.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I didn’t take too much?”

“I’m okay, just a little tired.” He paused, biting the inside of his cheek as his eyes flitted over your face, eventually landing on your lips. You stared back at him with big, sleepy puppy dog eyes.

“Fuck it,” he muttered to himself, pulling you into a soft kiss before he could chicken out again. You melted against him, draping your arms around his neck. It was much too short for your liking, but you didn’t argue as Jay broke the kiss to lead you to the couch. He disappeared into his room briefly, returning with a pair of gray sweatpants. He busied himself in the kitchen, grabbing you a snack and tea while you changed. After you ate, he guided you to lay your head in his lap, scratching your scalp soothingly.

“Thank you, my love,” you heard him whisper moments before succumbing to sleep.

Sunghoon

“Promise me that you’ll stop me if I go too far,” he urged you, holding your face in his hands to force you to meet his eyes. 

“I will. But I trust you, Sunghoon. I know you won’t hurt me.” You leaned into one of his palms, lightly wrapping your fingers around his wrists. His eyes softened into an emotion you haven’t seen from him before, and it drew a flush to your cheeks. His arms dropped to his sides, taking the slightest step back.

“Okay, uhh. Do you have a… preference?”

“Huh?? A preference for what?”

“God, why is this so fucking awkward,” he muttered to himself, clearing his throat before asking a bit louder. “Where do you want me to bite you?”

“Oh! Right, I guess somewhere on my legs. It’s still cool enough to wear pants, so I can hide it easily.” He nodded, dropping to his knees to scan over your legging-clad form. He furrowed his brows.

“I don’t know, Y/N. Where exactly should-”

“Just pick somewhere! Seriously, it doesn’t matter,” you huffed impatiently. 

“Fine, but I don’t want to hear any complaints,” Sunghoon smirked, eyes glittering with mischief. Your eyebrows shot up, but before you could question what he meant, he yanked down the waistband of your leggings on one side. His fangs dug unceremoniously into the skin of your outer thigh, just under the side of your underwear. 

“Ow! Fuck, give me a warning, Sunghoon,” you yelped at the sharp sting. He glared at you from below, keeping one hand hooked into your leggings to keep the fabric out of the way while the other gripped your other hip. His fangs retracted, but didn’t fully disappear. You felt them scrape over your skin as he sucked at the wound. The feeling of your blood being drained from your body was incredibly odd. 

“You doing okay?” Sunghoon pulled back slightly to look up at you. 

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“What does it feel like?” He asked before continuing to feed. 

“It’s weird. I thought it would hurt, but it feels…good?” He hummed and tapped your hip for you to keep talking. “Okay, please don’t judge me, but the only way I can describe it is, uhh, arousing.”

“Really?” He released your hip with a light pop, grinning wolfishly at your blush. 

“Sunghoon I swear if you make fun of me for this-”

“I’m not, chill.” He paused to lap at the punctures. “Thank you, seriously. You have no idea how much this means to me.” He fixed your leggings then stood to pull you into a hug, kissing the top of your head.

“You know I’d do anything for you.” The words were muffled by his shirt, but he heard them loud and clear. He broke away to cup your jaw in his hands. He was looking at you with that softness again, making your breath hitch.

“Can I kiss you?” Rather than answering him verbally, you tugged him down to connect your lips in a tender kiss. He sighed happily, tilting his head to deepen it. Your fingers gripped the front of his shirt to bring yourself back to reality. His tongue brushed over your bottom lip, extremely satisfied when you immediately opened your mouth. His tongue brushed over yours, pulling a whine from the back of your throat. You reluctantly pulled back when your lungs started to burn.

“I’ve waited so long to do that,” Sunghoon admitted, resting his forehead against yours. While you were panting to catch your breath, his chest was completely still.

“It’s so weird that you don’t breathe.” He laughed and rolled his eyes.

“Really, that’s what you choose to comment on?”

“Yeah, yeah. I like you too, asshole,” you teased with a playful nudge to his shoulder. 

“You’re cute. Go pick a movie, I’ll order your favorite takeout and you can fill me in on everything I’ve missed this week.” 

Jake 

“Thank you, thank you. Seriously, Y/N, you’re the best.” Jake gently shook your shoulders to emphasize his point.

“I know,” you giggled, holding onto his wrists to steady yourself.

“I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

“Don’t worry about it, just do what you gotta do.” You tilted your head, pulling your hair over one shoulder to give him easy access to your neck. He pecked your cheek before biting into your skin, unknowingly picking a sensitive spot under your ear. His hands settled on your hips as he sucked on the fresh wound, humming in satisfaction when the taste of your blood hit his tongue. You bit your lip to stifle the moans that threatened to escape your throat.

“A-ah, fuck! Gentle, Jake. Please,” you whimpered when he got a little too enthusiastic with his feeding. His fingers dug into your hips so he could reign in his instincts. He slowed down, but you could tell that there would be a massive bruise later. A minute or two later, he released your neck with a deep sigh, dropping his head to rest on your collarbone.

“Shit, I blanked out. You okay?” Jake asked, slightly panting. His breath was strangely cold against your skin.

“Yeah, I’m good, but what about you? What do you mean ‘I blanked out’?” You wrapped your arms around his neck, unsure if it was to comfort him or yourself.

“This is gonna sound weird,” he started. His head lifted a bit so he could check over your face, looking for any signs of anemic shock. His thumb brushed under the still-bleeding puncture wounds, eyebrows scrunched with worry. He lapped at the droplets and you shivered at the feeling of his tongue on the sensitive skin.

“I-It’s fine. You’ve said plenty of weird things to me before. Why are you still licking me??” Your voice pitched up at the end of your question.

“To stop the bleeding,” he said as if it were obvious. “I have a coagulant in my saliva, it reverses the venom from my fangs.”

“Interesting…”

“You taste really good.”

“I beg your pardon?!” Even with the minor blood loss, you felt a blush rise up on your cheeks.

“Oh my god, not like that! I meant that your blood tastes good. I dunno, I got almost drunk off of it for a minute.” He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply.

“Jake! Do not sniff me!”

“Sorry! It’s either I continue to sniff you or I’m gonna kiss you,” he froze, almost as if he didn’t mean to say that. If he had to breathe, he certainly would have choked on air. You bit your lip to hide your laughter.

“I’ll take option two,” you admitted while threading a hand through the hair at the base of his neck. He leaned back, the hand that had been on your neck moved to your cheek. Jake studied you, looking for any sign of doubt. Upon seeing your shy but genuine smile, a grin broke out on his face.

“I mean, if you insist,” he teased with a wiggle of his brows. You rolled your eyes, tugging him forward to press a short kiss to his lips. He surged forward before you could pull too far away. You gasped as you were pushed further into the wall, giving Jake the opportunity to slide his tongue against yours. The metallic taste of your blood lingered, but it oddly didn’t bother you. His hand slowly trailed down your hip to the juncture of your thigh and ass, arching your body into his. 

“I really like you, you know,” he mumbled against your mouth after forcing himself to break the kiss, resting his forehead on your own.

“I can tell,” you giggled, scrunching your nose up a bit. “Good thing I really like you, too.” He smirked and pulled you back into another relaxed kiss, hoping to distract you from his wandering hand. 

“Nice try, Jake.” You swatted his hand away when his fingers brushed against the underwire of your bra. “Slow it down-”

“Make it bouncy?”

“You’re an idiot,” you snickered and wormed your way out of his arms to flop down on his couch.

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot now, sweetheart.” He sat next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders so you could relax into his side. Your cheek rested on his chest.

“I know. I’m yours, too.”

Sunoo 

His lips pressed into a thin line as tears welled up on his lash line. A wave of panic rushed over you.

“Oh no, Sunoo, please don’t cry.” Your hands waved uselessly in front of you, caught between wanting to hug him but also wanting to respecting his distaste for skinship. He made that decision for you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to grip the back of your shirt. Your hands immediately settled in the middle of his back, running small circles with your thumbs.

“I’ve been so scared of what would happen if anyone found out,” he sighed heavily into the crown of your head. “I can’t believe you’re so calm about this.”

“I’m still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that vampires are real,” you teased to ease some of the tension. He huffed a quiet laugh through his nose.

“Yeah? Try being a vampire. It’s not as fun as the movies make it look.” You pulled back to wipe the tears from under his eyes.

“I’m being serious, though. You’re my best friend. We look out for each other, right?” You gently reassured him. 

“We do,” he agreed.

“Exactly. You would do the same for me if things were reversed. So eat before you die of starvation.” He rolled his eyes, unzipping your hoodie halfway and letting it fall from one shoulder. One hand wrapped around your bicep while the other sat on your collarbone to hold the strap of your tank top out of the way. 

“Tell me if you need me to stop.” Sunoo urged with a deadly serious edge to his voice. 

“I will, I promise.” With your confirmation, he bit into the curve of your shoulder. You winced silently at the sting, pulling out your phone to scroll on instagram while he drank from the wound. Sunoo was blissfully unaware of your distraction until Sticky blasted at full volume. He glared at you with the worst side-eye you’ve ever had the misfortune of receiving. 

“Are you on tiktok right now?” He asked incredulously, momentarily forgetting about your bleeding shoulder.

“Yeonjun did the sticky dance! How am I supposed to ignore that?”

“You’re ridiculous. I should kick you out right now.”

“Sunoo,” you whined at your friend as his eyes faded from red to their natural brown. He stood up straight, crossing his arms and arching an eyebrow. “Ugh, I’m sorryyyyyyy. Put on one of your boring documentaries so I can fill you in on the bullshit between two of my classmates.”

“Say less!” You went to fix your hoodie and move to the living room, but were stopped by Sunoo’s hands on your wrists. “Hold on, I have to take care of the wound.” He ducked down to run his tongue over the punctures and you gagged dramatically.

“Ew, just say you want more blood next time you weirdo.”

“I’m stopping the bleeding! You’re so melodramatic.” He lightly shoved you toward the couch, stopping by the kitchen to grab a water bottle for you.

“Awe, you do love me,” you cooed after he tossed the bottle to you.

“I do love you, Y/N. I really appreciate your help and how understanding you’ve been,” he reached out to hold your hand but refused to look you in the eye. 

“I love you, too,” you smiled and squeezed his hand before pulling back to give him some space. 

“So, your classmates?”

“Oh my GOD they are so dense!” You launched into a yap session with David Attenborough as background noise and Sunoo drinking up every detail.

Ni-Ki

“You’re way too nice for your own good,” Riki stated with a flick to your forehead. 

“Oh, please. Like I’d let anyone other than you drink my blood.”

“Yay! I feel so special,” he teased and shot you a shit-eating grin. You shoved your hand into his face.

“Just do it before I change my mind,” you huffed with no real intention to actually leave him by himself and near starving. He grabbed your hand, turning it over a couple times to figure out where he should bite. 

“Man, I don’t fuckin know,” he muttered to himself before digging his fangs into your wrist (think Bella in the first Twilight). 

“Ow,” you half-heartedly complained. You let him drink in peace for a solid minute. Then you got bored and decided to mess with him, poking his cheek repeatedly. 

“Are you done yet? Are you done yet? Are you done yet?” You asked with each poke. He released your wrist to groan loudly.

“Y/N.”

“Riki.” He glared at you for a few seconds until you poked him again. 

“I thought you were the older one here,” he retorted, showing off his fangs in a fake grimace.

“I am! I treat you the exact same as I treat my brother. Which, unfortunately for you, means I will constantly give you shit.”

“Meh meh meh meh meh,” he mocked quietly as he returned to your bleeding wrist.

“Hey! Is that any way to talk to your only noona– OW you little shit!” You flinched when he pressed into the wound with the pads of his fingers. He ignored you, so you started talking his ear off about work and the favoritism you swore your manager was showing to another girl. Normally Riki would interrupt you every 30 seconds during your ramblings, but his mouth was currently occupied.

“Oh my goddddddd,” he whined obnoxiously and in your ear. “I’m done, please shut uuuuup.” 

“Riki!” You smacked the back of his head, leveling the younger boy with what your brother called your ‘mom eyes’. 

“Sorry,” he grumbled.

“Sorry what?”

“I’m sorry, noona.” He swung your joined hands around, shaking your whole body in the process. “I just love your amazingly long-winded stories.” You decided to ignore the sarcasm in the second half of his apology. 

“Did you get enough?” You asked, nodding toward the wound. 

“Oh! Yeah, I did. Thank you. I was honestly starting to freak out.” 

“It took a whole week for you to panic?” He shrugged. “Are you gonna let my hand go so I can bandage that?”

“Nope. No need, I can stop the bleeding.” He lifted your arm to his mouth again to lick the wounds a couple times.

“Gross.”

“Oh cool, that worked.”

“What?!” Your eyebrows shot into your hairline. “You didn’t know for sure?”

“Well the older vampires all said our saliva stops bleeding, but I’ve never done it myself before.” 

“You’re impossible. You’re lucky I love you,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. 

“How can I ever repay you,” he teased and bowed with a flourish, kissing the top of your hand with an exaggerated ‘mwah!’

“Ewwww,” you grunted and yanked your hand out of his grip. Riki clutched his stomach as he laughed at your reaction. You crossed your arms, acting annoyed despite the fuzzy feeling of pride filling your chest.

“Do you want me to order food for you?” He asked after he calmed down. 

“Yes! I want whatever Jay has been feeding you to get you that tall,” you grinned, turning to saunter over to the couch. You collapsed into the cushions and turned on the TV.

“Wait for me, I want to watch more Demon Slayer with you. Hi, can I place an order for delivery, please?” Riki’s voice trailed away as he disappeared into his room for the phone call. You shook your head, queueing up the episode you left off on more than a week ago, more than ready to spend time with your best friend again.

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[anyalovesu]

𝓓id you like her in the morning?

— Wherein you came into the realization that your boyfriend, Jungwon is in love with his bestfriend.

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genre : angst ; hurt no comfort ( lol sry TT )

pairings : jungwon x reader ; sunghoon x reader (platonic)

wc : 3k+ words

cw :

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ an oc is mentioned ( ae-cha )

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ college!au

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ jungwon is slightly an ass

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ae-cha's mother is not very nice

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ not proofread ( yet )

song : did you like her in the morning? - niki ( buzz , 2024 )

part 2 : here

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It was too early for fall, and most definitely too early for it to be this cold yet the crisp air burned in your airways as if it’s trying to take you right then and there while you wait for Jungwon in your car. He always told you it was nothing more—they grew up together. Same neighborhood, same school, same university—same everything. Certainly, Ae-cha knew Jungwon more than you did and Jungwon would apologize, but he would agree. They are best friends; been there for each other through thick and thin—long before he met you to begin with. 

You know Jungwon will never admit it. Maybe he did love you to some degree because he would rather lie to keep you from hurting than to tell you the truth that he can never love you to the same level as he did for Ae-cha. But here you are anyway, in the parking lot of their University Auditorium waiting for Ae-cha’s pageant to end so Jungwon could come home with you as he promised. Pathetic, to be honest but what could you do? They’re best friends, it shouldn’t be something you should worry about.

It’s not like Ae-cha was a bad person. It would be easier if she was but she wasn’t. Matter of fact, she might be the nicest girl you’ve ever met. She’s well-traveled, well-read, good with kids, loves animals—smart, beautiful—been crowned on every pageant she’s entered, always won prom queen—God. It would be so much easier to hate them both if Ae-cha was a terrible person. But she isn’t. And Jungwon has every reason to look at her and fall in love even by accident. You cannot blame him. You could see why.

“Hi baby,” Jungwon leans on your half open window, hand reaching inside to pinch your cheek like he always does to get your attention. He figured you’ve been so lost in your own thoughts recently that he had to physically distract you nowadays. “Ae-cha just won, she wants you to be in the celebration! She just sent me to ask if that’s okay with you?”

You couldn’t get yourself to look at him. Ae-cha. Again. Dear Lovely Darling Ae-cha, can never have the heart do wrong. You just nodded. It would be unfair to treat her badly when all she’s done was to always make sure you were included despite her and Jungwon being attached to the hip.

“Perfect! I'll go tell her then! Then I'll be back, okay?” He jumped before sprinting back to the auditorium. He's never been like that in any of your competitions. You've been competing in figure skating since you were five.

Some days you wonder how you and Jungwon worked in the first place. Sure you met in the same art history elective class that he was forced to go to because Ae-cha was taking it, but other than that—other than the fact that he thought you were smart and him saying that your brain was beautiful which undoubtedly wooed you over from the start—you guys lived very different lives. Him being in Computer Science and you being in Psychology—you rarely had similar things to talk about about school.

“I’m so glad you could make it!” Ae-cha grins, walking over to greet you as soon as you and Jungwon enter the restaurant that they managed to book entirely for the immediate celebration. She was a beauty, her face was flawless in the pageant makeup that was done on her and the way the tall crown sits atop of her head really just adds to her godly aura. 

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you smile at her politely, giving her a light squeeze when she goes in for a hug. “Congratulations on your win!” 

You were happy for Ae-cha. You didn’t have it in you to have ill-feelings for someone’s hard-earned win. You knew what it felt like to work so hard for something, you can’t say you weren’t happy that she won—Jungwon has been tirelessly ranting about her not being able to hang out with you guys as much as before because she has been training non-stop the past months. You knew she worked hard and there couldn’t have been any reason for you to not wish her well.

What you weren’t happy for though, was the way her family looked at you. Sure Ae-cha was an angel—but it didn’t mean that the rest of her family was. It has been made clear from the get go when you were first invited by Ae-cha to her home to celebrate something that her family did not like you. It didn’t matter if Ae-cha considered you as one of her closest friends—or if she saw you as a sister no less—you were Jungwon’s girlfriend and clearly that was a threat to their plans of seeing Ae-cha live their friends-to-lovers trope fantasy with Jungwon. They might have talked to you behind their backs to break up with Jungwon before but you never found it in you to tell Jungwon that it happened. You knew Jungwon, that ensured a confrontation if he found out and the last thing you wanted to happen was to lodge something nasty between his friendship with Ae-cha. 

“Come take a seat next to Jungwon!” She happily chimes as she guides you to an empty seat right next to, what you suppose to be Jungwon’s seat next to her.

While you engaged in conversation with her whenever she initiated it, you could not help but seem lethargic the entire dinner. You just wanted to go home and rest. After all, you had a tiresome training session with your coach all afternoon after your morning classes. If Jungwon hadn’t asked you to come pick him up after Ae-cha’s pageant you would have driven home and gone straight into hibernation. You were tired and your head was starting to hurt from your hair being pulled back by the tight bun that your coach required you to have during your training sessions. It didn’t help that Ae-cha’s mother was draining all your social battery whenever she would ask something out-of-pocket that was passive-aggressive towards you. 

You were itching to go home to say the least. So, when you saw that the clock finally ticked 9, you tugged on to the sleeve of Jungwon’s sweater to go and ask him if you could go home. He seemed understanding of your situation so he politely excuses the both of you out of the dinner. 

“Next time, don’t think about going to a family dinner that you are uninvited to, okay?” You were taken aback by Ae-cha’s mother’s words. So much that you stood there frozen, unknowing of what to reply. 

“Eomma!” Ae-cha argues. “I already told you multiple times that me and Y/N are friends and I invited her!”

That was your last straw. Jungwon just stood there, just as shocked—which hurt you even more. How is it that his best friend was able to stand up for you quicker than he could? He always said something whenever he heard something nasty being said about Ae-cha around the university—why couldn’t he have been that fast for when you needed it?

You glanced at Ae-cha before tears could start falling uncontrollably and gave her a nod before storming out. You were embarrassed—most of all, felt pathetic that Jungwon couldn’t even say something. He just stood there!

You were sobbing in your car, trying to control your breathing when the door opened to reveal Jungwon entering your passenger seat. 

“I- um… I’m sorry for how that went…”

“Do you sometimes think about whether they're right?” you blurted out, sobs escaping every other word that left your mouth. 

“About what baby?”

“That you and Ae-cha are perfect together?” 

Jungwon stood still, just staring at you. At that very moment you already knew the answer to your own question. He looked at you with eyes of guilt. You wanted to vomit, your stomach felt like it was churning, bile rose to your throat as you felt the entire world drop on to you. 

You don’t understand why you were still so shocked—you saw all the signs. You were not stupid! You knew human behavior inside and out, it would be a shame not to and all the signs lead to where you are right now. So why does it still hurt? Why does it still make your heart squeeze too harshly?

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Y/N.

Not baby anymore.

“Why?”

To be honest, it would be easier for the both of you if you just didn’t ask because even Jungwon didn’t know when it started. One day he woke up feeling more for Ae-cha and suddenly felt less for you. It hurt him too to realize that. You’ve always been so kind. You were the moon, so serene and calm and beautiful in the darkest of his days, but he needed the sun more. And Ae-cha was just that. He didn't intend for you to hurt or to feel any less but it's his fault. He knew that for not figuring it out earlier and for dragging you into this firepit with him. The most he could do is shake his head, disappointed in himself for being clueless on what to do—for how things turned out today.

“I'll pack your things in my apartment. I think it'd be best if you stay with Ae-cha tonight,” you tell him. This is what you guys did whenever you fought, you would ask if he could stay with Ae-cha for the night and talk about it in the morning. Only this time, nothing is going to be talked about in the morning. He's made his feelings clear and it definitely wasn't for you anymore.

“Y/N, please don't do this.”

“I'd rather leave it here than cause more pain to the both of us, Jungwon,” you replied, trying to stop yourself from blowing this out of proportion. “I don't want to loathe the memory of us because we blew this out of proportion trying to fix this.”

“I don’t what you to throw this away, Y/N—”

“Throw away what, Jungwon? You’re in love with Ae-cha. How am I going to throw something that isn’t there anymore?” The eeriness in your voice sent chills down Jungwon’s spine, he just sat there, looking at you, like he has been in the past two occasions. “I���m not throwing anything away, Jungwon.”

“Why don’t you sound angry?” It offended you that he sounded appalled that you weren’t furiously reacting to this. Truth is, while it still stung and while it hurts like hell to be in this position, you’ve grieved on this long before.

“Do you want me to be?” 

No. He does not want you to be angry at him. He adores you. He doesn’t want you to loathe him for the rest of your life for doing this to you but at the same time, how? Why are you letting him go so easily? 

“I should get going,” you sniffled, running a hand on your face to wipe the tear stains on your face. “Tell Ae-cha I’m sorry for storming off and congratulations for her win. She deserves it more than anyone else.”

He sat in silence before mumbling another quiet apology and then stepping out of your car. 

You packed everything of Jungwon’s that you could find as soon as you got to your apartment. He didn’t live there but he stayed over often and left his clothes for you to enjoy for when he can’t stay over. His gaming console, his books, his old headset that you managed to replace with a new one when you guys celebrated your 2nd anniversary, his clothes—everything, and probably most of her entire life were packed away in boxes overnight. But with all those gone, the place still smelled like him so you spend the next four hours manically scrubbing your floors and spraying aerosol home fragrances on every room, desperately trying to get rid of anything that reminded you of him. But the bitterness of losing Jungwon still lingered.

You wish you didn’t let yourself sit in denial and faced it head on the moment you saw the signs. But then again, Jungwon and Ae-cha were best friends. If you were wrong, it would be unfair for both of them. It was unfair for the both of them to accuse them of something that didn’t reflect reality at all—until it did reflect reality and now it’s unfair to you.

The morning came around and you were still sitting in your apartment’s window nook, with no more tears left to cry, trying to get yourself to move until your doorbell rang. 

Assuming it was Jungwon, you dreaded walking towards the door, but the sooner his boxes are out, the sooner you will be able to slowly accept that it’s okay that you didn’t turn out to be Ae-cha or at least the person that Jungwon ended up choosing. 

You peaked through the peephole, but instead of seeing your boyfriend—well, ex-boyfriend standing there in front of your door to get his belongings, you see your skating partner’s tall figure standing there looking bored as he usually does. Matter of fact, right now he looked absolutely uninterested, as if he did not want to be there in the first place.

“God, you look…” Sunghoon trailed, holding himself back from saying another one of your usual playful insults when he saw how red your eyes were. “...tired. You look tired.”

“Maybe because I am tired?” You deadpanned, stepping aside to let Sunghoon inside your apartment. “What in the sweet baby cheeses brought your ass here?”

“Well, aside from the fact that it’s competition season, you did not bother to show up to your 7AM training. It’s 9:30 already, Y/N, why the fuck are you not scurrying to get in your training clothes?”

“Guess,” she rolled her eyes before throwing herself back into her window nook.

Sunghoon was visibly annoyed at how you were acting. Figure skating was your life! Sunghoon competed with and against you since you guys were kids, what the hell could possibly tipped you over the edge last night to suddenly lose yourself like this! Oh! And to add on top of that, her home smelled like strong lavender, as if a whole can of lavender air freshener was sprayed on her living room, Sunghoon was itching to sneeze and choking on the strong scented air at the same time. Have you gone insane— “Oh shit.” 

It hits him.

The boxes by the foyer, the clean tv rack, your home was spotless for the first time since you began seeing Jungwon 2 years ago. It’s not that your home was untidy, to be honest, Sunghoon found your apartment to be cozy. Bits and pieces of who you and Jungwon were littered around the house, may it be Jungwon’s pokemon figurines lying on the tv rack or your huge heavy Psychology books sitting wherever you left it. Your apartment looks empty now. And by the looks of it, Sunghoon already knew who left.

“Yeah, oh shit,” you sarcastically rolled your eyes before walking to your kitchen. “Do you want anything?”

“Yes, I want something,” Sunghoon leapt to his feet and went to the kitchen, opening her fridge door to grab himself one of your bottled coffees.

“That’s all?”

“And you get your ass to your room and get ready for training. I am not losing my shot at the Olympics this season, Y/N. So get your shit together, please.”

“I can’t go—”

“You can go. What you can’t do is mope around here and wait for your little boyfriend to wrap you around his finger,” he blurted out. “If he’s gonna fall in love with his best friend and leave you like this, so be it. But I will not let you miss a day of practice for your dream just because some boy broke your heart.”

You wanted to argue. but Sunghoon, despite being an arrogant son of a bitch, was right this time. Okay, maybe there’s some personal agenda to his actions but he’s done this for you multiple times, pushing you forward when you could not get yourself to do so. 

“Go on,” he tried pushing you towards your bedroom door, but you were insistent.

“I haven’t slept a wink all night, Park Sunghoon—just tell coach I’m sick today, I’ve be there on the dot tomorrow, I promise–”

“Sleep when you’re dead!”

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Days passed after that morning and Jungwon still hasn’t picked up his things. You couldn’t bother to text him, still too hurt to do so, still afraid of seeing him finally being at true peace with Ae-cha. It was something you can never give him.

But just when you thought you made peace with it, the door opens while you are lying on the floor, post-training. Sunghoon has been visiting more often, usually to just steal coffee from your fridge but he did not know your password—only one person did. You shot up the moment you realized who the person and there he was.

He looked so much healthier now. He seemed like he was finally getting some sleep. 

“Oh!” He looked surprised to see you there, still in your insulated clothes, hair disheveled from all the spinning you had to do all day and from all the falls from the new tricks that you and Sunghoon were learning. “I thought you'd still be in the rink.”

“Did you not want to see me?” you wanted to slap yourself for not rethinking it before it escaped her mouth. What happens then if he does not want to see you? How is that going to be for you? You were doing so good! You were okay! 

“It's… It's not that,” he quickly defends himself. “I've been thinking and after all that, I didn't think I still have a face to show you.”

“How have you been?”

You knew you had to stop. It would be easier if you just closed your mouth and let him take away the boxes that collected dust from sitting in your foyer for a month already. You should just stop and everything will go how you wanted it to be.

“The mornings have been good,” he replied shyly. “I'm really sorry again, Y/N.”

“Was she pleasant in the mornings?” 

For the love of god, stop. Please.

Jungwon nodded, guilt forming in his face once again. Which again, you felt like you were being stabbed all over again because you will never be that. Your mornings were always hectic from either college classes or training. Whenever he came over, he usually woke up to an empty bedside. 

Maybe she wasn't like that.

Maybe life is finally slow for Jungwon just like he hoped.

And you could never give him that.

“I know you don’t want me to apologize more,” Jungwon sighed. 

“Good, then don’t.”

“Y/N…”

“I just want to make my peace with this, Jungwon. I would appreciate it if you just leave—”

“Why wouldn’t you just sit down and talk about this with me?” Jungwon sounded frustrated when he asked that. He could not understand why you were just letting him go. Were your 2 years together mean nothing to you? Why are you letting him get his way? He knows any person would be happy that their ex-girlfriend is acting this way but holy shit, he was not like them. While he loved Ae-cha, he would be eaten alive by the guilt that he broke someone else’s heart in the process of realizing that.

“Because I don’t need you to explain why you fell in love with Ae-cha while you were with me!” You finally raised your voice, staring straight into his eyes. “I am not stupid. Everyone saw it before the both of you did! I feel like I’ve been lodged in between you two’s godforsaken slow burn love story and I feel pathetic. I don’t need you to explain that to me, Jungwon. Ae-cha is beautiful and smart and wonderful in almost every way and I don’t fault you for wanting that because that would be amazing to have!”

“God, you look so relaxed whenever you look at her, Jungwon. You look at her like she made the sun and the stars in the sky—and I get why you never look at me that way. I am nothing like Ae-cha. You are never going to treat me like Ae-cha. You are never going to cheer for me as loud as you do whenever Ae-cha competes. You are never going to show that much enthusiasm for my competitions. I’ve accepted that you weren’t just interested in the things that I did and that��s fine. I tried so fucking hard to be someone that you wouldn’t want to leave but here we are, Jungwon.”

Jungwon stood there, heart shattering while he listened to his ex-girlfriend’s outbursts. He has been a terrible boyfriend. The worst one to ever make her experience such a thing. 

“Why didn’t you tell me that you felt that way, Y/N?”

“And if I did tell you what happens then? You’d split your usual time with Ae-cha to be with me? You’d talk back to her parents to defend me? You would fall out of love with the obvious love of your life? We both know that you could not do that Jungwon and I did not want to put you in a position that would hurt us both more than it should because I can’t compete with Ae-cha. I don’t stand a chance to ever be against the woman that she is and how significant she is to your life, so I’m stepping back. It’s easier that way.”

“I’m sorry—”

“You would be forgiven the moment you walk out of my apartment with all of your things and never show your face to me again, Jungwon.”

You were cold. Jungwon could recognize you by your ability to still forgive him—the pain changed you a little too much. But he made his bed, he should sleep in it even if it wasn’t in your apartment anymore.

But to answer your question, whether he liked her in the morning—he did. Even in the nighttimes, when he would crash after an argument and her soft hand would hold his while she explains to him what he’s done wrong. He liked waking up next to her in the morning, something he did not experience often with you because you were always up early for your training and he was up late because he pulled an all-nighter coding his projects. He liked having someone to hold whenever it got hard for him—and you couldn’t be that person, Ae-cha did that for him. Maybe in the process of all of that he realized that Ae-cha always had a place in his heart that he failed to notice even in the lonely nights that she would endure with him. Most of all, he could not fault you too for those lonely nights. You were lonely too and now he’s seeing that he has been the one causing those lonely nights for him.

So, yes. 

He did like her in the morning. 

Recently, it has been the first thing that he thinks about and after months of trying to repress it,

It has finally caught up to him.

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a/n : okay ik i said i was interested in writing a mafia/mob!au but it took me long enough to realize that i actually have to do some research on how mafias/mobs work , so it's taking me longer than i should be but if you made it this far , thank you so much for being patient with me . ik i kinda ghosted y'all after i finished we're not saints at all hehe i've been so busy with my internship papers recently so i haven't really found the time to research or write . but yeah , niki released buzz and did you like her in the morning completely devasted the living shit out of me so here is the aftermath lol

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thank u !

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[florawrites-blog]

Okay genuinely there's two things that reminds me of jungwon past lives movie and love. By wave to earth

which made me think of how you and jungwon have been childhood friends and saw each other grow and how you went through alot of phases together and like as time passes you guys just get closer and closer till the point where you guys are not just friends its like you guys exceeded the platonic phase and everyone around you noticed and keeps asking about your relationship state and you two just laugh it off and deny any dating allegation but it's like everytime you do its feels like someone's punching you in the guts or even your heart is being used as a WWE punching bag both you and jungwon thought of getting together but you were just so afraid of what can happen to your relationship afterwards which makes both of you take a step back and by that your relationship sticks at this stage of both of you wanting each other but just not being able to commit and so sooner or later you guys started getting busy with your own lives jungwon is a idol you are looking for the next step of your life and maybe even trying to find love instead of putting your heart on pause which you eventually do end up finding a person who you can actually fall inlove with and it's not jungwon so for him he's still at that same spot he always was at which is wanting you but you just move on but that still doesn't ruin your relationship but that does shape your past lives.

Idk idk I'm just yapping but jungwon gives me right person but never the right time vibes so bad.

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I love him

[sangoqueenkoko]

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aight so

WE’RE BACK WITH ANOTHER PSA‼️

(also i didn’t expect the previous one to pop off… thanks)

back on the topic of raging about fanfic tropes,

and todays rant is

drum roll, please!

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smaus! ✨

or also known as a Social Media Alternate Universe! quite popular in the fanfic community of course.

but i have an ick.

an ick that has stayed with me ever since i discovered and got into the genre.

and that ick is what people use for them, as in face claims.

before i say anything else, i have no problem with face claims, but what annoys me is what the person in said images seems to wear or look like.

not every female on the planet wears short tank tops with small-ass tiddies! heck, there's a big chunk of women/girls who don't like showing skin, even me, because it could be a part of insecurity or something else i won't mention.

not in a mean way, so please don't come at me, but not everyone's body can fit into every clothing type, or they don't like it, but even if the smau mentioned is interesting, readers are put off because of what the face claim is wearing or what they look like.

to me, the stereotypical smau face claim is a white woman, perfect skin, blonde hair and wearing short tank tops (which I hate at this point).

and as a white, blonde, nearly 20-year-old woman with moderate skin, i hate it. i loathe being blonde, and i don't like blonde being a stereotype for this stuff. use brown hair, or even black hair, black hair is rare in our days in my eyes

faceless smaus are nice because they're just Twitter threads with made-up usernames and comments that use reaction memes, and they're funny as fuck. but only some writers do that, specifically certain fandoms

*this links to my previous rant on 'x readers and how the aforementioned body details defeat the purpose

there's probably more i could write about this but i can't think at the moment, may do another, idk

Tl;dr: i dont like smaus that use stereotypes and the same clothing types every time as it is unrealistic to what the reader may look like!

[boomboomcat]

CHAP 5 — chill shes all urs

summary SUNGHOON, your roommate, flirts with you a lot. you end up catching feelings for him, but he has a lot of people who like him. you're not even sure if he likes you back, but you two spend a lot of time together and are friends in general. will you be able to steal sunghoon's heart?

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X-Change Project

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Content Warning: Panic attack, Mention of no appetite

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Sat in hair and makeup, letting your makeup artist poke and pull at your face, blending the makeup into an intricate design for your performance, waiting for your hair stylist to finish with your bandmate's hair to start yours, you glance at the maknae of your group, Gabbie—stage name Fawn.

Her grey eyes are glued to her phone screen as she waits in the corner of the room for all of her members to be finished with their hair and makeup, nervous about the meeting with the other groups. Anxious for what the show is about, and what will come from it.

jjaellyNet has decided to create a new reality show for idols, and your band had been invited to be a part of it. You were skeptical at first, as were all of your members; Gabbie hated survival shows and none of you had any idea what this show would be. But your manager had decided it was a good idea for the promotion of your next comeback.

A buzz in your pocket pulls you from your nerves, as you check the notification that had come to your phone from your mother.

“Good luck tonight, darling! Your father and I are so proud of you and the girls! I love you!” the message read.

You smile at your mother's message before replying with the same enthusiasm; a sincere thank you and a promise to pass her message to your members.

“My mum says good luck to all of us tonight and that she’s proud of us,” you say, following through with your promise to your mother.

“That’s so sweet! Let her know we say thank you!” your member, Jaida—stage name Jelly— says, her smile reaching her sage green eyes.

“Close your eyes, please,” the makeup artist says, her eyeshadow brushes appearing in your line of sight. You follow her instructions and you feel your hair stylist start pulling your hair out of its ponytail. Those two make working in a team seem easy which is exactly what you need right now.

“Ahh, I’m so nervous!” Jaida, now finished with her hair and makeup, starts jumping up and down on the spot trying to fight her nerves. The hair-stylist shoots her a stern look, concerned for the neatness of the braids sat in Jaida’s hair as she bounces around.

“You’re nervous? How do you think I feel? I spent all day today looking for your belt because it was missing and the spares weren’t where I left them!” Our stylist rushes through the door with clothes bags draped over her arm, scolding Jaida.

“Wait, it was missing? I put it in the same place as usual,” Jaida’s eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“I believe you. It fell. It was in one of the million bags below the hangers,” our stylist sighs as she finally puts the bags onto the table.

“I’m sorry, Unnie. I’ll make sure I hang it properly next time,” Jaida apologizes.

“It’s okay, love,” she pats Jaida’s arm then begins looking through the hangers of the clothes bags. Once satisfied with what she is looking for, she pulls two of the bags and passes one to Jaida and holds the other out to Gabbie, “Take your outfits and get changed, it’s almost 6, you have to leave in about half an hour.”

Jaida is quick to leave with her outfit, bowing at the stylist as she passes her, and Gabbie gets up from her position on the ground in the corner, placing her phone on a table and taking her outfit to the changing room.

“I’m almost done with Sky’s makeup if you want her to get changed now as well,” the makeup artist says, pausing in her movements to talk as she applies the group leader’s eyeliner with a steady hand.

“Oh, no, if you’re almost done, it’s okay,” Our stylist smiles towards the makeup artist.

You feel a hair clip push against your head and soon your hair and makeup are also finished. Taking your hanger, you head towards the dressing room.

As you step into the dressing room, you hear uneven breathing, and crying coming from the dressing room next to the one you entered, and you immediately recognise the noise.

You are thankful that you didn’t leave your phone in the other room as you press Sky’s contact and put the phone to your ear.

She picks up quickly and questions your reason for calling.

“Jaida is panicking,” you rush out before ending the call and knocking on the stall next to yours. You call her name a few times before the door finally unlocks and you hear running coming from the hallway.

“Hey, hey, love, you’re okay. It’s okay. What’s happened? Would you like to talk about it?” Sky embraces Jaida, comforting her quietly, patting her dyed purple hair. She nods at you as if to say that it’s okay to go, and you take that as your sign to finish getting ready for the performance.

You dress in plain black high-waisted pants, with a white strappy blouse tucked into the pants, with the butterfly belt that each of your members wear.

Once you finish changing, you fold your clothes and take the hanger and bag back to the other room.

Upon your arrival to the other room, you notice Jaida dressed in a similar outfit to yours, but with a skirt, sitting back in a chair with the makeup artist hovering over her, fixing her makeup, while she apologises.

“Hey, you okay? What happened?” you ask, becoming curious about the previous situation.

“I thought I lost my necklace,” her hand instinctively reached for the blue pendant on her necklace she never took off. “It got caught on my button as I was getting changed, and the chain broke, Unnie had another chain though, so it’s okay. I’m sorry for worrying you,” she looks down, disappointed in herself.

“Hey, it’s okay. I would’ve reacted the same had I lost something as important to me as that necklace is to you,” you pat her shoulder and smile at her in the mirror.

Hearing the door open, you look towards your manager who stood beside Gabbie, “Okay, where is Sky?”

“Right here,” Sky says, walking into the room behind the manager and Gabbie.

“Right. We need to get going. You still need to have microphones put on when we get there and do introductions and performances start at 9. You should be lucky you did rehearsal earlier, cause you guys will be the last ones there. Everyone else is getting ready at the venue. We can pick something up to eat on the way because you are not performing on an empty stomach,” he says. “Make sure you have all of your stuff.”

Each of you bow at the stylist, makeup artist, and hair stylist before grabbing all of your belongings and making your way toward the elevator.

“What would you like to eat?” Your manager asks all of you. Your nerves throw away all appetite you have and you think it is the same for all of your members.

“I don’t want to ruin my outfit by getting food on it, why don’t we get something to eat afterward?” Jaida suggests. All of the members agree but your manager is skeptical.

“Are you sure?” you all make noises of affirmation as you exit the elevator and get into the waiting vehicle.

The drive is quiet and as relaxing as it can be with the four of you curious as to what is going on and nervous about performing for idols.

“Are you really not going to tell us anything?” you speak up, for the first time in the half an hour drive.

“I can’t. We’re pretty much here anyways, so you won’t have to wait too long,” Your manager smiles as you sink back into your seat.

He turns into a parking lot that is basically empty and drives straight to the entrance, putting the car in park and taking the keys out of the ignition. Each of you leave the vehicle and walk slowly behind your manager towards the entrance of the venue.

Walking up the stairs, you realize that the lights in the foyer are on, but the glass door is closed. As you reach the door, your manager reaches for the keys in his pocket and unlocks the door, holding it open for you to all go in before he does. You enter the foyer and immediately realize how cold it is. The air conditioning must be set to about 18°C.

Your manager goes to the front desk and grabs the sheet of paper sitting on it, starting to fill it out. Your members bow at the lady behind the desk, who smiles in turn.

“Okay! Go through that door,” your manager says, pointing at a door on your left, after finishing the paperwork, “and there will be someone waiting for you. Follow them.”

“Wait, what? Where are you going?” Jaida has panic written in her eyes as she says the words. Gabbie grabs her hand to try to calm her down before she gets herself worked up.

“I’m just the chauffeur today. You’ll understand later, trust me,” he pats her shoulder in an attempt to calm her down. “Oh! Before I forget, come,” he waves Jaida to follow him back towards the car. Jaida glances at each of us before letting go of Gabbie’s hand and following our manager.

She returns minutes later with her beloved stuffed owl wrapped in her arms.

She takes a deep breath before walking to the door the manager earlier pointed to, where each of us were waiting for her, before opening the door.

As you enter the door, your eyes land on a young woman dressed in mostly black with platinum blond hair, who was just standing in the hall.

“Are you who is waiting for us?” You speak up quietly enough not to startle her.

“Ah, yes! You must be Nymph! My name is Aera, and I’ll be working with you throughout your time on this show!” She smiles gracefully at each of you. “If you’ll follow me, I’ll be taking you to your waiting room where I will help you get your microphones on. Have you eaten tonight?”

“No, we didn’t want to spoil our outfits, and we have been a bit too nervous to have much appetite,” you laugh awkwardly as you try to follow the conversation.

You arrive at a room that has your band name written on the door, entering quietly.

The room isn’t big, but it isn’t small. It has a white leather couch against one wall, a small glass coffee table in front of it, and along the other wall are suitcases that look familiar to you.

“Don’t question it, you’ll understand soon, I promise,” Aera says.

You each take a seat on the couch except Sky, who is the first to have her microphone put on, followed by you, then Gabbie, then Jaida.

Soon, you are instructed to leave your belongings in the waiting room and prepare for introduction. You are finally about to see what idols you are going to perform for.

Jaida sets her stuffed own on the couch, facing the suitcases, and each of your phones are left on the coffee table.

You are instructed to follow Aera in single file, so you take the front of the line, the two maknaes between yourself and Sky. You walk for a few minutes until Aera turns to you.

“Okay, on my cue, you walk through that doorway, it leads to the stage. You are the 7th band doing introductions, so there are still 2 after you. Stand in the middle of the stage area and introduce yourselves, until your band logo appears above one of the seating areas, then just go sit down and you’ll be good,” you nod at her instruction, your members mimicking your action.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves, and before you know it, Aera gives you the cue to go.

🦋🦋🦋🦋

Next Episode: Episode 01 / Series Masterlist

[hhoonii]

⋅˚₊‧ ଳ WHEN + WHY ENHYPEN STARTED LIKING THEIR IDOL! S/O

pairing: idol!enhypen x fem idol!reader, genre: fluff, requested!! enha realizing they're down bad

— heeseung

when he saw you perform

he was absolutely stunned by your stage presence. you carried yourself with so much confidence that it was hard to not notice you. the way your hair swayed in the air whenever you moved and the way your lips curved into a smile did things to him more than he liked to admit. after finding out your name, he was guilty of looking you up on google and stalking your instagram. the members would hear him giggling, and they would instantly know it was because he was watching videos of you.

— jay

when both of you appeared on a variety show together

it just so happened that you two had to be paired up for the whole episode. literally. connected by a bracelet, you had to walk, eat, do missions— everything together. he didn’t think much about it at first, but he found himself smiling when he saw you skip so excitedly, dragging him with you. and when you wiped the bit of pasta sauce off his lips, his heart started beating a little faster. your chemistry with him was off the charts, and all he wished was for your on-screen romance to become a reality.

— jake

when you filmed a tiktok together

he thought you were cute trying to learn the choreo for “XO”. you couldn’t quite get the hand movements right, prompting him to gently touch and guide your hands. maybe it was the close proximity, the warmth of your hands, or the way your eyes met, but there was this unexplainable tension that filled the room. he quickly looked away, hoping you didn’t see the creeping blush on his face. although the filming went smoothly, he kept replaying those moments with you in his head.

— sunghoon

when both of you were special mcs

seeing how pretty you are up close made something spark in his heart. he kept stealing glances at you while you were practicing your lines. he chuckled at the slight pout you would make when you made a mistake, which you playfully glared at him for. the first thing he did after the show was look on social media to see if fans captured any cute moments between you two. normally idols want to avoid being shipped with other idols, but the idea didn't sound too bad to him if it was with you.

— sunoo

when he saw you with another male idol

you two have been close friends since childhood. your friendship was well known in the industry, and strictly platonic. it wasn’t until he saw you talking and laughing with another male idol that he started to feel a little jealous. that guy didn’t know what makes you laugh most, nor your deepest secrets like he did. and why was he leaning so close to you? he wanted to brush his feelings aside, but imagining you with someone else didn’t sit right with him...

— jungwon

when he saw you practicing

back in his pre-debut days, you were his sworn enemy. you two competed for the top trainee spot, always trying to one up each other. after both of you debuted, one day he peered into your practice room window, but something felt wrong. watching you as an idol made him suddenly see you in a different light. your messy hair no longer looked stupid, but rather hot. your annoying voice was now something that made him feel giddy just hearing it. he could deny it as much as he wanted to, but the heart never lies.

— ni-ki

when you did a collab stage together

he was already aware you were one of the best dancers in the idol industry, so he looked forward to working with you. but what impressed him was how you were so kind to him, always looking after him and complimenting him. he remained calm up until the choreography that required your faces to be mere centimeters apart. you had to be in his arms, maintaining eye contact, but he couldn’t look at you without internally panicking. you were attractive, and he wondered how one could be so perfect inside and out.

[icbgwy]

the way things go ꕥ riki nishimura

main pairing: riki nishimura x fem!reader

summary: at the start of his senior year, riki nishimura notices that everything feels off—his basketball skills are slipping, and his usual charm with girls has vanished. desperate for answers, he follows his co-captain heeseung's joking advice and visits a local shaman. she reveals the source of his bad luck: major karmic debt. to regain his balance, riki must make amends for his broken and abandoned childhood friendship with the one girl who truly knew him, y/n matsuzaki.

genre: coming of age, comedy, angst.

content: smau + mostly written, childhood friends to strangers to ?, talks of the occult and spiritual connection, reader and sunoo are very much queer coded, y/n and soul are on the spectrum, crude language, sexual innuendoes, drinking and drug use, riki is an rich asshole, too many flashbacks

featuring: enhypen, p1harmony, newjeans, original characters

status: january first, two thousand twenty five

schedule: monday, wednesday, friday

note: everyone is eighteen, riki and y/n aren’t really romantically involved, but they could be… or i could do a route ending but i love male and female relationships that are strictly platonic like ji-woong and seung-wan from twenty five twenty one. i might make a taglist so feel free to comment or ask!

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chapters and characters

es oh es / ball busters / extras

one ; written

one point five ; filler

three ;

four ; ?

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[snghnlvr]

don’t test me. / park sunghoon

౨ৎ ## i've never felt this before, i can't hide it, my head is spinning, crazy park sunghoon x fem reader!

synopsis: your test on your best friend decided to have your friendship to the next level.

includes: 3.4k words | childhood friends to lovers | inspo was actually the song brought the heat back because they’re all delusional, like look at the lyrics — actually | lyrics mentioned x2 !! | sunghoon is a hopeless romantic | both of them are bold with their actions el oh el.. | oh taesan BND mention ^3^ | ever after high mentioned !!

extra: actually am back from the dead i’m very sorry LOL | the whole romance: untold album gave me me inspiration to write this.. | hot girl activities of being an enhypen stan <3 | ALSO am redoing my tag list since i’m back after a hot minute, lmk if u wanna be apart of it <3 | love u chiptole pls sponsor me <3

likes, comments, and reposts are appreciated! <3

[below the cut]

what are we doing here at the mall?” sunghoon stares ahead, seeing multiple clothing stores. he sees groups of girls going in and out of them while holding multiple shoppings bags. he sighs, already depicting himself holding bags for you as you go shopping.

“prom shopping, duh.” you proudly stated. your eyes brighten while eyeing each attractive store. 

“what’s the point of going to prom when you don’t have a date?” immediately your mood shut down as sunghoon slammed fact at your face while maintaining his blank stare. he was right, you don’t have a date, like an actual date. your last minute plan was to go with your childhood neighborhood best friend, platonically because disappointingly all of the hot guys in your school got dates. 

“you’re literally my date sunghoon.” you rolled your eyes and looked at sunghoon who seemed to have reddish cheeks. he looked away before you can turn to him, blocking his red cheeks from being seen.

you snickered, knowing that he is embarrassed since sunghoon doesn’t have a date either from his school. well, he rejected all of them. but that confused you more, he rejected all of the girls that asked him out but he didn’t mind going to your prom as your date. you don’t care now because you have a purpose to go prom-dressing.

“ooh windsor seems cute~” you skipped towards the store that caught your eye first. “woah..” your eyes sparkled at the glitterly lavender dress that has a slit on the right side of the leg and have gems around the chest area. this was your dream ever since you were little, going prom dressing and imagining yourself wearing your favorite dresses with your prince charming. 

but it had to be with sunghoon — nothing wrong with sunghoon but he was someone you didn’t expect for him to say yes.

i mean, both of you pinky promised ever since babies that you two would marry each other if both of you stayed single. you wondered if he remembers the same thing.

sunghoon stayed at the corner of the store, eyeing your excited self while scanning the various dresses in front of you as he held your bag after volunteering. he wonders what type of dresses you prefer.

he imagines you in some of the dresses he eyes wander on.

you insisted to keep your bag onto you but he persisted until you give up. his excuse was to “roam freely” — you dead looked at him in the eye replying that it’s bullshit.

you didn’t want to argue with him any further first thing you entered the mall so you let him deal with whatever.   

sunghoon doesn’t know what made him possessed to say yes to you when he received your text. he didn't even pay for prom, he was uninterested, but the thought of going with you - as his date, didn't seem too bad.

he remembered himself blushing crazy when he abruptly received your text message when he was hanging out with his friends. sunghoon took a pause in the middle of the sidewalk, staring at his screen with wide eyes. he slowly turned around and started running towards home, abandoning his startled, questioned friends. they heard silence except his shoes hitting the concrete floor.

two hours later, he replied with “sure” to remain nonclatant but little did you know his face was a blushing mess, feet in cold sweat to the fact he had to wear socks in bed, and his heart rapidly beating to the point he had high blood pressure. his mind was occupied onto you as he stared at your bedroom from across his window, wondering what you’re up to.

his parents were so confused as to why their son was acting this way. he was on cloud 9 when you asked him out but felt a bit sad when you mentioned to go together with plantonic feelings. 

you walked towards sunghoon with shrugged shoulders and a frown that made sunghoon be concered of your expression. “what happened?” sunghoon looked down at you, uttering a deep tone to indicate his concern. he was still seeing your pouty lips and your eyes being tight. “none of them are what i am looking for.”

maybe you’re acting like a spoiled child who cannot find their favorite toy but you believed that prom was the most important event in your life. you wanted to find your perfect dress.

then you opened your eyes, being face to face to sunghoon’s chest which made you feel uneasy at the unfamiliar appearance.

you then realized how close you are with sunghoon so you took a step back.

you sighed, looking up at sunghoon. “it’s fine we have multiple stores.” your motivated smile made sunghoon chuckle.

you left the store, then sunghoon behind you.

“that green looks like a swamp.” “that’s too glittery.” “too long.” “i look like a child of divorce with this dress!”

“i guess you’re picky.” sunghoon teased, ruffling your hair as he followed you exiting the last store. you still had an unsatisfied expression.

you didn’t react to his gesture since it was normal between the two of you. you didn’t mind sunghoon messing up your hair.

sunghoon felt bad and fixed your hair carefully, eyeing each strand of hair being back in the right place originally.

you looked from left to right onto where to explore, slightly giving up but not fully. you wanted to go home already and swallow yourself in your favorite blanket, blasting the AC on high volume while watching ever after high.

countless attempts of finding the right dress for you was too difficult. you’re starting to understand why people buy their dresses months before, you believe that the good batch of dresses were already brought before and you started to panic if you can even find one. 

“there’s nothing wrong with being picky..” you murmured, walking around in hopes another store caught your eye. “of course,” sunghoon responded. he continued. “you should keep your standards high, never settle for less.” you lightly scoffed, turning your head towards sunghoon with a mischevious expression. “is that why you’re still single?” 

you’ve always been curious of sunghoon’s standards are since he remains single throughout your high school years. middle school doesn’t count. his last relationship was a fail because he lost feelings for the girl.

yes, you admit he is shamelessly handsome and he knows that but have a personality of a delicate cat. which makes you laugh once in a while.

you still think of sunghoon as a child in an adult body.

sunghoon seems to be taken aback of your question. he tilted his head, thinking about it. “well…i never thought about it like that. i was gonna be more busier with each year, i’m not gonna have time for relationships.” sunghoon confessed nonchantly since it wasn’t a big deal for him. you nodded, understanding where he was coming from. 

“then..have you liked anyone before?” you questioned, also curious as you eyed the store’s figuerines on display. “that’s cute..” you whispered to yourself before looking back at sunghoon with a smile, waiting expectantly.

sunghoon’s heart jumped. he shivered when he felt the cold air passing behind him, glancing at you to see if you’ve noticed but he was so grateful that you were distracted by some damn figuerines. 

he immediately looked ahead when you looked back at him, geez why can’t i answer?

“n-no.” he choked on his words. you decided to poke his holes further when you noticed how nervous he was. you can read your best friend pretty easily. “really?” you stopped walking which made him also stop. sunghoon turned to his right and he held his breath when you leaned closer to his face, eyeing him like a hawk to justify his truth. “do you like someone now?”

“yes.” he muttered, still staring at your eyes. seconds of staring at each other made your heart suddenly fluttered which was weird and out of the norm. you held in your breath when none of you pulled away yet, continuing to gaze upon each other.

you realized the position you were in, especially when sunghoon easily towered over you. you immediately back away, sunghoon now smirking at your sudden nervousness. “wonder who’s the unfortunate girl..” you gulped on your words.

“why are you single?” sunghoon asked, hands in his pockets as he started walking. you coughed, hands rubbing your tight chest. “e-erm,” you tried to find an excuse. “just like you.. i have other priorities.” you didn’t see the little frown sunghoon made at your response. you weren’t lying but at the same time you were telling the truth. dating felt like it could affect your daily routine and studies.

okay, maybe your best friend seem a bit too handsome for your liking. it’s weird. wait

“how about this store?” sunghoon pointed at a store that was near the exit. you sneaked a glance, interested by the pretty dresses on display. you decided to go. “sure let’s go.” trying to distract yourself on what happened earlier. 

now sunghoon was reflecting on himself and what happened earlier as well as he sat down, waiting for you to try on the dresses. he was frustrated, he wanted you. it has always been you, ever since both of you pinky promised as babies.

that relationship he had in middle school - yeah he thought the girl was pretty but it was only to perform a distraction to get rid of his feeling for you.

your extroverted personality intimidated him ever since growing up. he wonders what makes you fearless and mentally strong. in moments where you fell down countless from playing tag with him, you didn’t cry. oddly - you continued to play with tag despite having a bleeding knee.

but when you would see his displeased face, you would offer him a lollipop that you keep inside your book bag just for fun.

he still has the candy wrapper somewhere inside his drawers.

but you don’t know that. he wanted to know if you were feeling the same way. is it worth ruining the friendship? is there any hope to turn it into something intimate? something more? he’s craving a lot of answers. 

as you were adjusting the dress, your hands slowed down on your straps when you also questioned the same thing. then memories of you and sunghoon started replaying on your mind; where both of you were in his bed one summer night after having a bbq dinner from your parents, talking about your futures together — where the both of you have to be involved in each others’ futures; where sunghoon gives you his hoodie without any question whenever you’re cold, where you packed an extra lunchbox for sunghoon because he was craving your pork cutlets. the past, happy memories slowly transitioned to the memories where you’re now questioning your feelings on sunghoon.

where sunghoon wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him when the train was crowded with people. you felt his chin touch the top of your head. you remembered your heartbeat being in the same speed as the train was going and you were glad sunghoon couldn’t see your blush — where sunghoon offered you to sleep on his shoulder on the way home after hanging out together — where both of your hands would featherly touch each other in random times but immediately both of you let go and feel electric shocks all over the body. 

so you’re gonna put your feelings on the test.

“hoon!” you called out on his nickname. sunghoon immediately paid attention to you. “yeah y/n? what happened?” you scrunched your nose when you hear the concern on his tone. 

you huffed out a breath. “can you help me with the zipper please?” you questioned why your heart is already beating fast. you hear the footsteps coming closer to you and you swore your heart was gonna jump out of the ribcage. 

behind you, you slightly opened the curtain, to prevent not only revealing the dress to him but as well as not wanting to face sunghoon. you can feel his eyes glued onto your back.

sunghoon rolled his tongue inside his cheek, feeling unusual even though he’s childhood friends with you. he noticed your hands trying to zip up your dress.

he took a step closer to you, you shivered when you can feel his chest against your back and your breath lingering on your bare neck. you gulped at the intense silence engulfed by the both of you. 

“silly you.” he let out a slight chuckle. you can feel his slight smirk from behind you.

“just help me park.” you rolled your eyes at his teasing, hoping it’s something to ease the tension. 

“stop moving.” sunghoon hand was lightly placed on your waist which made you frozen. your eyes widened at the sudden touch. his eyes were focused on the zipper, his hands being gently so that he doesn’t hurt you. 

breathe y/n — breathe— 

shit.

you looked up from the ground to curiously see the scene with the mirror in front of you. the first thing was his figure, how his white shirt easily makes his body look good with his headphones around his neck. you can see his fluffy hair that you’re eager to touch. you see sunghoon’s tongue on the corner of his lips to indicate his concentration. your eyes slowly followed his hand, you eyed his watch — his hand on your waist. 

you suddenly wanna pass away. 

sunghoon sighed, “there.” you then immediately looked down to prevent any eye contact. goddamit y/n why are you so shy? 

“thanks.” you grabbed the curtain and shut the room in front of him, whining mentally at your shy self. you stared at yourself in front of the mirror, surprised at how red your cheeks are under the light.

sunghoon stood in front the curtain, surprised with his eyebrows furrowed but then his face relaxed into a soft smile before returning back to seat and waiting for you to reveal the dress to him.

him only. 

“so—“ he heard you through his headphones after some few minutes. you opened the curtain. “how do i do?” as sunghoon was pausing his music and taking his headphones off. you presented yourself wearing the dark red, sparkly dress, standing still and with a smile as you waited for sunghoon’s reponse. you smiled so hard, not containing your excitement that you felt while wearing the dress. it really made you feel like a princess. 

sunghoon stared at you for a couple of seconds then slowly looked down at your figure. how the dress was hugging your body, your curves were being emphasized, how it complimented your skin tone, god you were stunning. you literally looked like a goddess in front of him and he was willing to drop everything and pull you close just like earlier. sunghoon was utterly at a loss of words. his mouth wanted to spill out words but he was frozen.

what did you did do to him?

you caught him being speechless so you worried, forming a form. “i-is it not good?” you turned around to face the mirror in worry. 

but before you do it you heard him yell. “wait!” you paused. “it’s good. you look great.” your muscles relaxed after hearing sunghoon’s reassurance. you smiled, turning back around to face sunghoon. sunghoon was too shy to face you, looking away as he was gulping. 

“really great..” he coughed into his fist, clearing his throat. 

well that was good enough for you. 

“great!” you closed back the curtain to change back into your normal clothes. 

sunghoon cursed at himself mentally, hand coming to his head to massage his temples as he closed his eyes to gather his thoughts. he felt like this was torture.

as you’ve already bought the dress, both of you were hungry so you guys went to the food court.

“go find a table, i’ll get us something.” you frown at sunghoon’s suggestion. “no don’t pay for me. you’ve already gone through so much, it’s right if i pay for your meal.” you find your wallet through your bag that sunghoon is still holding for you. sunghoon shook his head, shutting down the zipper making you speechless. “no need it’s fine for me.” you insisted. “sunghoon-“ you whined.

sunghoon gave you a look that made you instantly sit down. “fine.” you rolled your eyes. sunghoon smiled as you followed his words, dropping the bags on the chair next to you. what a switch up.

you eyed sunghoon’s back disappearing slowly from your vision. you smiled when he headed to your favorite fast food place.

you were on your phone while waiting for sunghoon to come back. 

“y/n?” you looked up after hearing your name being called. both of you smiled — it was your classmate, taesan. you got out from your seat to hug him as taesan hugged you back tightly. “what are you doing here?” you asked him, going back to your seat.

“i went to the park with the guys.” indicating the basketball on the chair across from you and he turned his back, which made you see the bunch of his friends ordering from a different store. “i saw you sitting by yourself, are you also with your friends?” taesan smiled at you, also wondering why you’re here. 

“mhmm,” you nodded. “prom shopping.” taesan cursed. “shit i realized i have to do the same..” you giggled at his comment as taesan panicked a bit since it’s in a week. “good luck with that.” you saluted to him. “mhm thanks.” taesan smiled at your gesture.

“okay i gotta go and find a table for these hungry monsters. i’ll see you again.” taesan ruffled your hair, before leaving your table. “hey you’re gonna mess up my hair!” you playfully said, fixing your strands. “ugh my hair..” you commented to yourself.

a few seconds later, you’re startled when a plastic bag of food was placed in front of, rather harshly. 

you turned your head towards sunghoon when he pulled a chair next you and sat next to you with a serious expression. “who was that guy?” you’re confused at sunghoon’s question. 

“what guy?” your nervousness made you forget your memory. “why are you smiling to him like that?” 

did he watch the whole scene?

sunghoon kept staring at you, still maintaining a cold look that made you shiver. yeah, that’s the look that he is pissed at you.

you realized something. “park, are you jealous?” you eyed him which made sunghoon realize what he was doing and broke eye contact, letting out a puff of air.

but you are not letting it go until you got your answer. you leaned closer to him, tilting your head so he can look at you again but he’s resisting because he didn’t want to show that side to you. “mhmm are you jealous?” you asked annoingly, making sunghoon blush. you kept teasing him. he was covering his face with his hands but you wanted to see this scene unfold on you. “am not.” he muttered, making you laugh at how grumpy his voice was. “cmon, why are you jealous? hm?” you’re entertained.

he is envious that there are other guys who can make you smile and laugh.

you smiled as your hands were touching each of his wrists, pulling his hands away from his face. sunghoon was pretty strong which made you struggle. 

“don’t test me.” sunghoon shot a glare after you removed his hands from his face. you gulped at the sight in front of you. “okay i won’t, i’m sorry.”you’re still smiling.

he crossed his arms, pouting. this wasn’t the sunghoon that you grew up with and you wondered how much he has grown up — and that you two aren’t kids anymore. 

“don’t worry about taesan, he has a girl.” you laid back to your seat, unpacking your chiptole bowl that sunghoon bought. sunghoon stayed silent, eyeing you unpacking the bowl with excitement that made sunghoon instantly forgive you but now he’s too embarrassed to speak to you. 

“uhm..” both of your heads turned to see a guy on your right side. the guy saw sunghoon’s grumpy face which made him gulp and nervous on what he was gonna say as you looked at him with a smile as an act of kindness. “i-i thought you’re pretty and i would like to ask if i can have your number?” the guy looked at you with sweaty glands all over his forehead, not daring to look at sunghoon or he will run away. you widened your eyes at the sudden confession.

“oh uhm-“

your bones became frozen when you felt one of sunghoon’s arms sneak around your neck, his fingers lightly touching your waist while his other arm was leaning on the table, eyeing the guy with apissed expression. he became close, too close when you felt his cheek be pressed onto yours.

he eyed the guy annoyingly, jaw clenched and eyes piercing through his body as you were a blushing mess and your heart fluttering too much. “she has a boyfriend.” sunghoon muttered, causing you to gasp lightly at his words. the way he said, felt like he really meant it.

you saw the guy panicked and apologized, running away from both of your visions. 

“cmon park, you scared the dude.” you turned to him as he removed his arm from your shoulder, leaning back to his seat. you were feeling bad for the guy but sunghoon didn’t feel bad.

“you didn’t decline.” sunghoon shrugged, making you wanna slap his shoulder at his egotistical self.

now that you’ve realized, you didn’t. 

“i-i..” you’re at a loss of words. you swear you’re gonna die in front of sunghoon if you get a heart attack. “right..” you muttered something that was not supposed to be aloud. but you didn’t notice, trying to calm yourself down.

sunghoon leaned closer to you, eyes staring at you as you saw him smiling, causing his fangs to be present. “i wouldn’t mind.”  

you realized where this was going and he indirectly confessed to you. sunghoon tilted his head to the side, entertained to see your blushing state. “i wouldn’t mind either.” his face dropped when you repeated the same thing to him without looking at him, coughing your nervousness out. 

both of your faces relaxed, smiling at each other, relieved that the both of you felt the same way towards each other. 

“so we’re gonna marry each other now?” sunghoon spoke, maintaining a slight smirk. he loves seeing you flustered like crazy. 

you’re surprised. “you’ve remembered?” sunghoon nodded proudly, playing the ends of your hair which made your heart beat even more crazy as if it’s not at its limit right now. 

“of course i remember, it’s you.” 

[anyalovesu]

hi!! i just wanted to say i loved your jungwon fic did you like her in the morning its so good! esp cause i love niki too like you literally had me crying at midnight. i was wondering if you had any plans on a part 2? you dont have to but i kinda had an idea of making it based on the song paths by niki and it will be in jungwons pov? maybe the reader became a famous figure skater and maybe an olympian and jungwon watches her from the screen thinking of what could’ve been. like maybe ae-cha and won’s relationship didn’t end well and jungwon regrets everything but hes so late. you can choose between a happy ending or not but this is just an idea! thank you sm again cause i really needed a cry

𝓟aths

—Wherein Jungwon's and Y/N's paths cross again in a common friend’s wedding.

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genre : angst ; hurt/comfort ( ??? )

pairings : jungwon x ex!reader ; sunghoon x fiancee!reader

wc : 2k+ words

cw :

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ oc(s) is mentioned ( ae-cha and miyeong )

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ non-idol!au ; gamedev!jungwon , olympic figureskater!reader

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ jungwon is still slightly an ass , but he gets over it and gets his shit together

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ y/n is still weirdly very nice for her own good

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ( ft. ning ning from aespa , riwoo from bnd ; heeseung & jake from en- )

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ not proofread ( yet )

song : paths - niki ( buzz , 2024 )

part 1 : here

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The sound of his mechanical keyboard clicking filled their office as he groaned in frustration trying to figure out what went wrong with the game they were developing. It wasn’t much help that almost everyone in their department was yapping about the Winter Olympics and how the country’s figure skating pair representatives came from the same university as their game development head. 

Jungwon was fully aware of your endeavors, you won several national titles with Sunghoon in the past year and it was no secret to anyone that your chemistry has evolved your partnership into a beautiful relationship. You were the country’s favorite couple at the moment, you and Sunghoon were on the news everywhere when you both were announced to be selected to compete for the Winter Olympics in Italy.

Of course, Jungwon was happy for you. As he should. You did nothing to stand in his way of his success. If anything, you have always been supportive of his game development dream—there was even a point in time where you’d stay up all night, looking for the best companies he could bag a great internship program for. But it was rendered short lived after he made his decisions. 

Him and Ae-cha managed to stay together for the next two years of their lives after what happened. After graduating, they went and bought a house together and even got engaged at some point. Jungwon was on top of the world and over the moon when all of those things laid themselves before his eyes… but life happened.

Things didn’t work out too well for the both of them with Jungwon being absorbed into this project, and Ae-cha being too busy with her community service as she began to work her way into competing for the Miss Universe title which then started to take a toll on their relationship, as Ae-cha is determined to win her title first before getting married. They used to fight so much about not having time and not being able to give their part of the relationship anymore—maybe that comes along with the fact that they have drifted far apart while they chased for the dreams that they were well aware that the other had. But one time, the fight got so bad that the both of them came into the point of questioning whether it was still right to stay in that horrid situation. They were as bad as being broken up anyway with the both of them barely seeing each other because of how busy they got. 

It wasn’t like they didn’t notice that they were drifting far apart from each other. They knew. They most definitely knew. But were they strong enough to face the truth that their relationship that came at the cost of someone else’s peace was going to waste? Were they brave enough to accept that after you forgave the both of them for breaking your heart, they were going to break each other’s next? No.

So for the love of everything good, they tried to make it work.

“Oh my God! They won!” Riwoo jumps from his seat, raising his phone proudly showing everyone the competition live stream, as if he was the one who won the title. “Gold! Jungwon! Your schoolmate won gold with Park Sunghoon!”

Jungwon decided to pick up his phone and check his social media accounts to see how the competition turned out. And there it was,

Milano-Cortina 2026: Park Sunghoon, Y/N L/N Receives Gold Medals in Artistic Pairs Figure Skating.

He couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride that you have finally reached your ultimate dream of competing in the Olympics and won gold for that matter. He knew you’ve always been passionate about skating, it just wasn’t something he was interested in back then. Even so, he was busy supporting Ae-cha to realize that he’s neglected you in the process. He has been unfair. He has been cruel to you and up until now that he and Ae-cha have gone their separate ways, the guilt still keeps him awake at night, like a monster in his closet when he was a kid waiting until all the nightlights are turned off before it jumps and mauls him.

It feels unfair and delusional of him to feel the need to reconnect, especially when she’s asked to never show his face to her again when the both of you last spoke, which was the day he picked up his belongings from your apartment. Either way, you were happy with Sunghoon and even after everything that happened, he still loved Ae-cha very much. Every insecurity about Ae-cha that you confessed two years ago is coming back to bite him in the ass because everytime he looks at Sunghoon, he just knows… that Sunghoon is everything he will never be.

“Holy shit, man! Park Sunghoon is proposing!”  Ning Ning rises in glee coming over to Riwoo to hit his arm repeatedly out of excitement. “Holy shit that is so cute!”

“Did she say yes?” Jungwon blurted out, making everyone’s eyes turn to him, suddenly curious as to why all of a sudden Jungwon was interested in what was going on in the competition. 

Of course they didn’t know you were Jungwon’s ex-girlfriend. None of them went to the same university so, without a doubt they would not know if he didn't bring it up. Plus, not letting them know would be for the best, as it could possibly taint Ae-cha’s rapidly rising career. It was for the better that they didn’t know. You guys agreed to keep your relationship private when you were together anyway, so it was no big deal that it remained private even when you guys broke up. 

“Of course, Y/N said yes!” Ning ning chimes at him. “They’ve been so in love since they were like competing against each other!”

Wrong. You loved Jungwon first. Before there was Sunghoon, Jungwon loved you first. He was there before him. Which was a stupid thing to think about because technically, Sunghoon was there before him. Sunghoon, albeit only being seen by you as a competitor or a partner, only exclusively saw you as a friend and you, the same for him.

Not that it still matters though. He fumbled and Sunghoon was there to make sure he wouldn’t make the same mistake as Jungwon did. So there he was on international TV, proposing to the love of his life, after they both just reached their dreams of winning the Olympics. 

“Good for them,” he lied. 

He could’ve had that. As enraging as it sounds, he once dreamed of marrying you too. He once imagined living in a house with tall fences and having dogs and a kid probably. However, as life happened, he began to see that world more clearly with Ae-cha. Now apparently, life happens in the most mysterious and fucked up ways, because everything fell apart and he lost Ae-cha in the process of it. 

Real love was an active thing to do and along with making good decisions, Jungwon has failed to do it. It wasn’t as easy as relaxing and sleeping next to them—it’s a constant thing to do that you continue feeling even when you get tired or even when you’re going through your lonely nights. 

Jungwon gets it now. And while he still has Ae-cha’s name written all over his heart,  it’s already too late.

Even Ae-cha has made her peace with all of these. And he should actively strive to do that too.

So, when Jungwon receives an email inviting him to a common friend’s wedding, he contemplates whether he has the stomach to be there even if the groom was his friend after finding out that you were going to be the bride’s maid of honor.

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It confused Jungwon as to why he didn’t feel uncomfortable in the presence of both his ex-girlfriend and his ex-fiancee in the same room as him. Maybe it really comes to a point where if most of the people involved have already had their peace with what happened, it doesn’t feel that hard to deal with anymore. 

“Jungwon!” It surprised him that Sunghoon was the first one to greet him. He had this light aura to him, Jungwon didn’t feel judged that he even showed up after everything that happened. Even you and Ae-cha were speaking. You seemed to be having a wonderful conversation with the bride as you guys danced with the bride on the dance floor.

“Hey man,” Jake, the groom, smiled at him, patting him on the back.

Two years have gone and past, and seeing all these, most of their college friends being around enjoying the night made him realize that he was the only one left to not accept how things happened—the only one left to not have peace with what was already in the past. He was bitter, even though he absolutely had no right to because he was the one making his problems in the first place. 

“I heard about the game,” Heeseung asks him, seemingly interested. “How’s that going?”

“Well,” he replies, completely avoiding looking behind him where the girls were having the time of their lives. “Still has a few more months before we send it out to some for beta testing. Congratulations on the wedding, Jake, by the way.”

“Miyeong and Y/N have been stressing about it for months now,” Jake chuckled at him, glancing at his wife fondly as she laughed, holding on to Y/N for support. “They were really trying to sort everything out before Y/N goes to compete in Italy.”

“Congrats on that too,” he turns to pat Sunghoon’s back “And your engagement.”

“Thanks man,” Sunghoon grinned at him. 

Jungwon could not feel but be left out. Most of the people around here have accomplished so much in two years since graduating, may it be in their home lives or their careers. While here he is, dwelling on the bitterness of him being stuck in his game development project that’s progressing slower than he expected, after him and Ae-cha called the wedding off. He couldn’t help but feel insecure.

“What happened to you and Ae-cha anyway?” Heeseung blurts out. “You were going so well.”

‘Doing so well’ was such a big fat lie. Everything was crumbling behind that facade and they had to keep it that way for Ae-cha’s image. 

“Ae-cha realized she doesn’t want to get married until she’s won her title,” he explained calmly. “We’re fine though. We’re still friends.”

“I’m sorry man,” and there it goes.

He didn’t want their conversation to turn into a mini pity party for him. They’re supposed to be celebrating the union of two important people in their lives that are too disgustingly in love with each other—not pitying him for his failed love life. He manages to excuse himself to get some fresh air and enjoy some silence after all the small talk he had to do with a bunch of acquaintances that he met during the reception.

On the other hand, you spot him sitting alone outside. You contemplated at first whether you should approach him or just leave him be. After all, you didn’t want to stir the pot and cause trouble over something that has already been peaceful for years now. 

“It would mean a lot if you could explain to him that you meant your forgiveness,” Ae-cha hummed next to her. “If that’s okay with you.”

Minutes ago, you found out about the called off engagement along with the whys and hows of the way things played out. As much as you hated to admit it, even from afar, you had caused the both of them to feel guilty for how you left things. Despite Ae-cha explaining that it was completely on them, you knew deep inside that Jungwon took it to heart that you never wanted to see him anymore. And yes, maybe at the time you said it, you really meant it to the bottom of your heart. You were desperate to find comfort and peace as soon as possible after it happened before your eyes. You did what you have to do and you’re glad that you did. But now that you’re older and wiser, you suppose it shouldn’t hurt to help someone find peace in it too, right?

“That's okay with you?” you glance up t Sunghoon’s tall figure now standing behind you.

“Doll, I already have our last names engraved on that ring on your finger,” he chuckled, always so confident, “I’m fine with it. I trust you, jagi.”

“Alright, let me get a drink first.”

You walked right up to him, with two glasses of Manhattan cocktail in your hand and settled next to him. 

“You should be inside there getting wasted with your brothers,” you chuckled at him, handing him the drink. “Moping around here isn’t going to give you the peace that you’re looking for.”

“I thought time would give me that peace,” he mumbled honestly. “Lousy motherfucker never gave me anything.”

“Sorry,” you blurted out. “I shut you and Ae-cha out of my life as soon as I could.”

“You were hurt,” he replied. “You had every right to do that.”

“I’m sorry because it affected you more than I thought it would. I didn’t say I regret doing it,” you laughed lightly, looking up at the clear sky, though the stars were blurry from all the light pollution coming from the hotel’s ballroom. “Leaving things behind sometimes gives you more comfort than you think it would.”

“Cha and I hurt you so much, Y/N. How can you just forgive that?”

“Well I’m not hurt about it anymore, Jungwon,” you sigh heavily. “I’m okay. You should be okay with it too because if not, you’d be dwelling over nothing and that’s going to hurt you more in the long run. It’s all in the past, Won. You still have the future to write however the fuck you want.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because the sooner you accept how things turned out the easier it will be for you. And it has been two years, Jungwon. I’m okay now. I’m getting married. I’ve forgiven you and Ae-cha a very long time ago. It’s about time you forgive yourself too.” Your voice was soft and understanding. For the record, it has always been like that. The only time he ever heard you raise your voice was the last time you guys spoke and it broke his heart to realize that he had caused that. “You’re never going to learn how to love Ae-cha unless you let go of what’s already said and done. You can do better. You can be a better person. The mistakes that you made when you didn’t know better doesn’t have to be who you are for the rest of your life.”

“It’s too late,” he replied, remembering that even if he does end up forgiving himself, Ae-cha has already called off the wedding.

“Ae-cha is literally just waiting for you to get your shit together, you dumbass,” you snort. If he wasn’t certain whether you were intoxicated a while ago, he’s sure as hell that you are now. “It’s hurting Ae-cha to see you dwell on it for so long that she had to step back for the meantime. Why else would she have agreed to your proposal if she didn’t want to marry you? For as far as I know she only said she didn’t want to get married until she got her Miss Universe title—which I’m sure as hell with your woman’s incredible brain and beauty, she will get as soon as she steps in that stage. She never said she didn’t want to marry you! She wants to be with you even when you’re a complete fucking airhead and could not take context clues for the life of you.”

“I’m still here,”  he replies. “I never left.”

“Which is the fucking problem, Yang Jungwon,” she rolled her eyes. “Get your ass up and get your girl back because I did not just leave my dapper, handsome, wonderful, great of a fuck, Olympic gold medalist soon-to-be husband just for you to sit here and act like a kicked puppy. Chug that shit down and get Ae-cha back you blithering idiot.”

The playful harshness in your tone managed to get through his lonely facade and made him laugh. He chugs Manhattan down and looks back at you.

“I’m glad our paths crossed again, Y/N.”

“That, I am glad for too,” you smile at him putting up your fist as he does the same to bump it with you. “Ae-cha deserves better. You can be a better person for Ae-cha, Jungwon.”

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Jungwon.”

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masterlist

a/n : i could not stop myself from writing this right away :') i enjoyed buzz so much and paths is another one of my favorites ( + heirloom pain lol ) i hope anon does not mind that i changed the plot a little bit hehe i tried to stick to it a as much as i could <3

( i'd appreciate your feedback and notes sm ! you can leave a note here or send it ur feedback here if you'd like ! )

thank u !

xo, anya ୨୧

[p-erse-phone]

Losing Focus - Nishimura Riki

Pairing fckboy!riki x good girl fem!reader

✶Genre: smau & written(sometimes), university au, angst, slight slow burn ✶Synopsis: Decelis University of the Arts is a very exclusive university mostly saved for the talented kids of influential, rich, and/or famous families, OR young adults with a good amount of influence themselves. Needless to say it’s an unobtainable dream for most, without the money or means it’s almost impossible. Except for the lucky few gifted people who are offered scholarships to be able to try to fight for the chance without the backing of family or fame.  Choi Y/N is one of the fortunate few scholarship students. Known for her big heart, Y/N has always poured her all into everything she’s ever done, especially piano. Considered a prodigy she always thought this was only a dream that she could have while asleep, but now it's real. Nishimura Riki comes from the well-known Nishimura family influential in the dance world, talented, and handsome he seems as he has it all. Graduating early from highschool and accepted into Decelis with barely an application process he’s loved by most, and the pillar of envy for many. Focusing mostly almost all his attention to dancing he doesn’t have the time for an established relationship, but that doesn’t stop him from messing around with whoever he feels like. No-strings-attached. …But when he needs to collab with one of the performing arts students in the instrument department, he finds that Y/N might be just enough to sway his mind. As they become closer and her soft demeanor begins to infiltrate most of his thoughts will he be able to make enough room to let her in, or can he not let go of his current life.  ✶Featuring: ENHYPEN, Some TXT, Le Sserafim(Kazuha), Katseye (Sophia), New Jeans(Minji), tba… ✶Warnings: swearing, sexual jokes and implied themes, situationship, playing with emotions, love triangle(?), angst, making fun of socioeconomic status, more tba…

Taglist: Open

Start: 11/05/2024 

End: Tba

Profiles : Thot Pocket | Losers | Group b | Group G

Chapters !

01 : baby ass boy

02 : gatekeep

03 : contemporary

04 : busy (+written)

05 : who?

06 : commit

07 : lore

08 : agreed (written)

09 : RIP

10 : talented

11 : but platonically

12: say yes (+short written)

13: idrc

14: dog

15: party plans

16: goofy

17: forced

18: I know you (written)

many more tba...

[dvrk-moon]

ENHYPEN OT7 ; 엔하이픈

PLAYING MINECRAFT WITH THEM

requested : no

genre : crack, fluff

pairing : enhypen x reader (can be platonic)

warnings : cursing + the members being menaces

heeseung ; 희승

absolute sweat

like speed runner esque

nags on you for being too slow and making him have a speed run time of over fifteen minutes

like you’re barely getting an oak log and he’s already in the nether. like u turn away for two seconds and he’s already built the portal

“heeseung where did you go” “i’ve almost killed the wither wait” … “CAN U CHILL OUT WE JUST CREATED THIS WORLD”

so u thought u were gonna have fun hanging out with heeseung on minecraft? NO

because as soon as he finishes his speed run and you finally got your first diamond, he’s decided to build a base

and u thought he was gonna be all cute and make u a room awwww!!! no.

he does make u a room, but the stairway up to ur room is a parkour course

(when the fuck did he have time to even make that?!!?!!)

first and last time playing minecraft with him

jay ; 제이

absolute knight in shining armor

literally

those mobs have nothing on his iron drip

protects u even if u don’t need it

“oh shit there’s a creeper” “ON MY WAY Y/N”

his netherite sword is CRACKED. like perfect enchantments

when he’s not protecting u he becomes ur farmer

the farm is so organized and beautiful jay is literally my husband pls

does in fact laugh when u die tho

like he’ll collect your stuff for you but the second he sees “[your gamertag] fell from a high place” he’s going to laugh for like two minutes straight

also he keeps an extra chest in his room for u

like in case u need something OR u die and he’s not able to collect ur stuff so it despawns

jay is so husband. even in minecraft

jake ; 제이크

he’s played before ok (trust him)

(it was when he was like nine)

like he’s very very. bad

he’s trying tho!!!

keeps dying. like every two minutes you see “jake_awesome2002 was blown up by a creeper”

he does not know how to change his gamertag so ur just stuck playing with jake_awesome2002

he starts getting the hang of it and immediately thinks he’s cracked at the game (he’s not)

so he disappears from you out of nowhere and so you try to help him :

“jake where are you” … “jake” … “jake sim where the fuck are you” …………. “i don’t know”

(cue “jake_awesome2002 fell out of the world”)

“JAKE HOW DID YOU FALL OUT OF THE WORLD” “I DONT KNOW”

he respawns and like sulks for three minutes before leaving and collecting dirt(?) for some reason

coincidentally you keep finding dirt blocks placed throughout your base afterwards! how silly of him!

sunghoon ; 성훈

he was so ready to show u how good he is

he’s not very good. but at least he’s better than jake!

he somehow is always in a cave or some sort of dangerous location

like say u found a village and you’re like “sunghoon come raid this village with me!”

meanwhile he’s trying not to die because of a pillager outpost

somehow he doesn’t?

he’ll go and do stuff like that or spend days in the nether and survive but his weakness is witches

like he doesn’t scream UNLESS there is a witch

and if you’re nearby ? he will 100% sacrifice you to the witch so that he can survive

womp womp

he actually sacrifices you quite a bit because he has like 36 levels

he thinks he’s funny when he does it too

sunoo ; 선우

honestly prefers to play in creative mode (me too sunoo)

but when you were like “let’s play in survival for once” he’s like “fiiiiiiiiinneeeeeuhhhh” (very dramatic about it)

he immediately builds a forever base when you spawn in

makes you do all the mining and stuff

he will tag along! but he won’t do shit

he’s the interior designer. he’s got bigger and better things to do

he only redeems himself when you go into the base and find your minecraft beds right next to each other

besides holding the house down, he also has an extremely high scale and successful farming system

so if you ever check in his chests, 100% you will find like 20 stacks of wood, stacks of wheat, of carrots, of beets, etc.

may be a homebody in minecraft but at least he’s fun to play with !!!! 10/10 would recommend to a friend

jungwon ; 정원

the miner

like you’re trying to get along with your day until jungwon stops and drops into the smallest cave ever

“what are u doing” “wait y/n we might need this copper” “jungwon don’t u already have like three stacks of copper” “yeah but we might need it”

lots of time spent mining

u eat your words tho when he is decked out in diamond armor from almost the get-go

when you guys build a base it HAS to have a little mine under the house (little as in huge)

somehow has like ten dogs?

“this one is maeumi, this one is maeumi’s friend, this once can be gaeul… maybe this one can be layla? oh! and this one is maeumi’s other friend. this one is bisco. this one is yours but you don’t get to name it. i will name it for you.”

they would be cats if it was really up to you but you’ll live

also refuses to elaborate on this thing he does

he makes tons and tons of signs and just places them around the base

some of them make sense and others just don’t at all

has a 2x2 fenced in area and the sign outside of it says “jail”

has anyone ever been sent to jail there? no. but as jungwon says “just in case”

riki ; 니키

possibly the worst yet most fun person to play with

at first you’re like “let’s play together” and he’s like “yeah sure whatever” but little do u know he has every plan in the world to turn the game into warfare

it’s even worse if you are playing on a realm rather than just a server

he abandons you from the get-go and immediately runs away and you can’t catch him so he builds a base far away from you

the base is in fact a dirt house

but it’s minecraft who said he had to be an architect

yes he abandoned you and is regularly attacking you at any given chance but he still keeps his tabs on where you are

walks all over your farm and kills your livestock

leaves signs saying “riki was here” “get rikrolled”

since he keeps tabs on you, u have to be very cautious of what you leave in your chests

he will steal anything. just for fun

threatens to blow up everything because he just wants to

little does he know if he wants warfare ur gonna give him warfare

a/n : this is random but i played mc like two days ago and i thought this could be a silly idea

[leehsngs]

── .✦ texts with enhypen

pairing. bf!enhypen x short amab!reader

genre. smau

content. pure simpery on both ends. some suggestive content minus ni-ki cause no mdni. kms/kys jokes but not bad.

disc. ignore timestamps. some pictures have a bad cut off. doing this for the gays out there aka my platonic husband @zb1jwng

© leehsngs. all rights reserved. do not copy, steal, or translate my works.

author’s note. this was so fun to write like actually 😭 roman you better love this or ima end it all.

[flwrkisses]

bf! jungwon.

first post of 2024! and this just so happens to be the end of my boyfriend enhypen series! thank you for showing it so much love! hope you all enjoy!

genre: fluff. established relationship. idol x reader!

warnings: mentions of arguments and skinship such as kissing and etc.

heeseung. jay. jake. sunghoon. sunoo. jungwon. ni-ki.

- jungwon is so best friends to lovers coded. it's written all over his being. i see it happening so perfectly.

- at first every thing is soooo platonic. going out to lunch, studying together, going bike riding, everything as friends until one day you get tired of him not understanding the multitude of hints you're throwing at him. so, you end up confessing.

- to be honest he's a little confused at first, because how could he miss the fact that you liked him ?? especially all this time?? luckily, he didn't have to think about it much and told you he'd be your boyfriend right then and there. he didn't see too much of a difference from what you guys were doing before. but now he had kissing privileges.

- you guys are almost always on facetime with eachother, like almost everyday talking for hours. sometimes you both fall asleep while in the phone and other times he ends the call with a loud kissy noise to let you know he loves you.

- jungwon is someone who likes to take interest in things you like or enjoy. if it's a show he'd watch it, book, he'd read it, or game he'd play it just so he's able to relate to you and spend time with you doing something you enjoy doing.

- his love languages are so clear, he cant help but express them. they cone to him naturally like, acts of service, quality time, and physical touch.

- when he's away on tour you guys are almost always on facetime. before bed he needs to hear your voice regardless of the timezone. most times you guys both fall asleep on the phone and have facetime calls that last anywhere from 5 minutes to 16 hours.

- without thinking he shares his food with you. most times he's mindlessly talking or scrolling through his phone as he offers you a bite of his food from his chopsticks.

- jungwon listens to any and all issues and concerns you may have in that pretty little brain of yours. sometimes he asks you if you want advice, solutions, or just someone to listen regardless of what he thinks.

- sometimes when he's in a playful mood he'd hide your things, that he knows you need. like a straw to a reuseable cup, your computer mouse, your favorite mug, maybe even a shoe. he does it just to see how long it would take you to notice he had it. plus watching you freak out and look for your lost item made him laugh.

- he likes to pretend to trip you. he purposely sticks his foot out only to move it away at the last second. sometimes he does actually trip youto which he laughs and helps you up.

- jealousy is his middle name. regardless of who you're attracted to he's always tentative and reading body language around you. he's not worried about you, he's worried about others getting too friendly with you, but he'd never tell you that.

- if you get sick he'd playfully scold you and make sure you have what you need to get better. like meds, soup, water. he's not exactly sure how to take care of you but, the best he can do is make sure you're taking your meds on time and drinking water.

- he remembers ever little detail you've shared about yourself with him. he plays coy most of the time, but when you have specific orders for foods or drinks he some how always brings you things exactly as you ask for it.

- if you dig deep into his phone you'll find the note he made on his notes app when you guys first started dating with all the things you like and all the things you dont and maybe even your usual fast food orders.

- jungwon's your biggest fan. number 1 supporter. he would cheer for you even if no one else is. he loves you so much everything you do is golden in his eyes.

- with that, jungwon loves seeing you supporting him. you guys are so supportive of eachother. he feels like seeing you the audience energizes him because he wants you to be proud and have something to brag about.

- saying "i love you" came so natural to him. he probably said it one night about 3 months into your relationship. it was kinda shocking and honestly even took him by suprise. but it was just so easy.

- your phone is always being blown up with his texts. he sends you everything and anything. he loves texting you. good morning texts, good night texts,bored daily selfies. you get it all.

- his phone is full of pictures of you, most of them off guard or blurry. and everytime you see them you tell him to delete it because you think you look bad. but he thinks theres no bad pictures of you.

- jungwon's the type to look over at your over your shoulder at your phone. not because he doesn't trust you, but usually because his eyes just happen to land there if you guys are together. to be annoying he sometimes taps the screen to mess what ever you're doing up and get your attention.

- without you having to ask, jungwon brings you your favorite snacks everytime you both hang out. he just always brings things, and they all happen to be your favorites.

- if you're looking for something under a table or cabinet he puts a hand over the edge so you don't hit your head against the hard surface while getting up.

- he loves nights where you both can just chill out and watch movies. you guys obligatory monthly movie marathon nights with popcorn and candy.

- jungwon is always planning dates. he loves coming up with fun and creative ways to spend time together so its not all repetitive and expected.

- to make sure he has time with you, he designates a day in the week for it to be date night. something like every thursday. if he's on tour on your date night we would take time out of his day to have a virtual date playing video games or watching a movie together online while still on facetime.

- arguments with jungwon are very rare. he's usually so understanding and tends to see your side in conversations. he also articulates and expresses his feelings really well when he feels like he must.

- obviously he would never admit it, but jungwon lives to see you in his clothes. infact, you both trade and share clothes often and he lives for it.

- he rests his head on yours all the time. it's always iust you and him. cheek to cheek. its a simple act of affection.

- you always try to poke his dimple everytime it pops out and he has successfully turned his head fast enough to bite your finger before you could.

- skinship is something you get a lot of with him. especially in private. sometimes it's usual sweet things like kisses and cuddles and other times it's him playfully tackling you onto the couch. its almost like he's glued to you.

- sometimes he shows you tiktok trends couples are doing all over his fyp and begs you to make a tiktok with him because it would be cute. he can't help but post it and make everyone jealous about your relationship.

- you guys have a shared playlist on a music app that allows you both to just dump songs into it. you guys listen to the playlist when you hang out all the time. some songs are ones he likes, others you like, and some you both love. at this point the playlist has over 200 songs you both just love listening to.

- he tries to be crafty and cute for you. key word is tries. he wants to make you sweet handmade cards or a mug in a pottery class. they're not terrible and you obviously keep each thing he hand makes you. he knows you love him if you're keeping the lopsided hello kitty mug he painted for you.

- you hardly ever need to verbally tell him you need something because he observes and knows when you run low of things you use daily and just buys you things like that. your favorite perfume is low? he got you a new one. your fabric softener is out? he got you more. he ate the last bowl of clyour favorite cereal? he's replacing it with a whole new box.

- expect him to keep every little thing you give or gift him. you see the little stickers you give him on the back of his phone or on his laptop, the scrunchies you leave at his house are around his wrist incase either of you needs them, and the weird little blind bag figures you get him are neatly placed on his desk for him to see everyday.

- he usually calls you by your name because part of him thinks pet names are cringe. if he's feeling funny he'll probably call you something like "booger" or "bun head" out of love.

- for some reason valentine's day means a lot to him, so he goes full on out every year and thinks on ways to out do himself in the next year.

- loves stay at home dates where you both just enjoy eachother's company. maybe do a facemask, maybe cook some ramen, and maybe you sleep over. it's just perfect.

- overall, jungwon is such a sweet, caring and orotective boyfriend. i think he's the most boyfriend material out of the whole group!

©flwrkisses ; please do not copy, translate, repost and/or reuse my work without my permission. (2023)

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[thatfeelinwhenyou]

HANDS ON YOU — lee heeseung

IN WHICH; I-LAND 2 happened and you debuted first place as the leader of LUMIÈRE. Having been told that your group is involved in a lore crossover with ENHYPEN, you navigate work, friendship, and love while trying to make it in an industry filled with animosity and condemnation. When life throws you lemons, you gotta make lemonades chuck it right back!

PAIRING: idol!heeseung x idol!fem!reader

GENRE: smau, strangers to lovers, celebrity x celebrity, fluff, don’t let the first part of the smau fool you i swear it’s full on angst towards the end, slowest of the slow burns…

WARNINGS: contains profanities, horrible humour, kys/kms jokes, sexual innuendos, spelling errors, incorrect timestamps, probably some cringe-worthy moments, cyberbullying, racist and misogynistic comments made about reader, death threats, mentions/depictions of overworking, insomnia, eating disorders, not proofread etc. (i am not in anyway romanticising, encouraging or condoning the usage of these topics. purely for the plot and development of the story.)

STATUS: completed! (04/06/2023 – 08/08/2023)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: please read! literally my first attempt at a smau so please don't flame me 💀 i must warn y’all that the timestamps are really all over the place, so DO NOT pay attention to them until stated. the content and depiction of the characters in this smau do not in anyway represent them in real life. chapters with ‘(hw)’ next to them indicates that they are half-written, in case y’all accidentally skip over it! last but not least, if you do end up enjoying it please like, comment (absolutely love reading comments!), and reblog! without further ado, enjoy!!

p.s this was written way before the actual airing of I-LAND 2 and not meant to be connected with the real show/contestants in anyway. this was also before i found out you can actually put more than 10 photos in one post 🤡

TAGS: #tfwy handsonyou

prologue - introducing LUMIÈRE part 1 | part 2

profile. one | two

chapter 1 - number 1 hater

chapter 2 - infant

chapter 3 - #prayersformarklee ✊🤞

chapter 4 - dog-eater…? (hw)

chapter 5 - breaking records(?)

chapter 6 - still employed!

chapter 7 - bad publicity is still publicity

chapter 8 - to hee or not to hee

chapter 9 - the heist

chapter 10 - trigger warning

chapter 11 - soompitydimpity

chapter 12 - chronic insomnia

chapter 13 - to hee after all

chapter 14 - wild pokémon heeseungie

chapter 15 - artists

chapter 16 - that should be me

chapter 17 - bills

chapter 18 - the elephant in the room (hw)

chapter 19 - if you let me

chapter 20 - trouble? travel! (hw)

chapter 21 - caught in a lie

chapter 22 - always on your side

chapter 23 - princess syndrome

chapter 24 - you (hw)

chapter 25 - golden thread

chapter 26 - way back home (hw)

chapter 27 - uh oh…

chapter 28 - fight or flight

chapter 29 - close friends

chapter 30 - paradoxx invasion

chapter 31 - ramen

chapter 32 - 080923 (hw)

chapter 33 - driver

chapter 34 - demure and honest

chapter 35 - p-platonic?!?

chapter 36 - friends don’t look at friends that way

chapter 37 - bungeoppang

chapter 38 - back to the way things were..?

chapter 39 - wheel of fortune

chapter 40 - i miss holding your hand (hw)

chapter 41 - sooha (real)

chapter 42 - rizzseung

chapter 43 - project luminescence

chapter 44 - i will go to you like the first snow (hw)

chapter 45 - it’s awfully quiet…

chapter 46 - jake pick me era?

chapter 47 - my life without you is a misery

chapter 48 - your honour, i’m innocent

chapter 49 - breaking my silence

chapter 50 - he’s being exploited!

chapter 51 (finale) - number 1 fan (hw)

epilogue - forever ruined by you

bonus chapter!

the exes talk

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