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[j-jinxee]

[ ⟡​ ] — PULL OVER,,

NSFW under the cut! ⊹ Sim Jaeyun x Reader

✦ [warnings – head (receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink, cumming inside, swearing]

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Being Jake's passenger princess was the best job ever. One of his hands resting on your thigh while the other controls the vehicle, and all you had to was your sit there and look pretty, occasionally telling him which way to go. Your eyes mostly landed on him throughout these drives, much more interested in his gorgeous side profile than the road ahead. His beautifully sculpted hands gliding across the wheel, taking good care of you, keeping you safe. Snapping you out of your thoughts, you noticed his hand almost stuttering, becoming as stiff as a board. Jake felt the urgent need to get closer to you, to take you right this second, but the road ahead prevented him from doing so. Hearing his breathing get heavier, you pretended not to notice. However, you were slightly concerned when Jake took a wrong turn, did he do that on purpose?. You were meant to head onto the freeway, instead you're headed out to a more secluded, rural area. Was he really that lost in thought? You actually couldn't tell if he just made a honest mistake, or if he was thinking with his dick. You'd soon find out, it was the latter.

'Jake?' you said quietly.

Before you knew it, both of you were cramped in the back seat, Jake's face buried in your cunt. 'mm-mmh!' You squirmed, your hands tugging at his hair to steady yourself. Jake ended up going halfway up a curb and not even turning the car off, so desperate to feel you. He rushed to climb into the back seat, and you followed, how could you say no to this pleading boy? He looked like a lost puppy, so needy for you all the time. Practically drooling at the sight of you, he ripped your tights at the crotch, along with your underwear. You'd gotten used to Jake's animalistic traits when he got like this, the first couple times he ripped your clothes you were worried they were gone for good, but he'd always buy you new pairs of whatever he destroyed.

'mm-m fuck!' You cried louder than ever, as you were finally in a place where no one could hear you. Jake's tongue felt so fucking good when he sucked your clit, he somehow never needed his fingers to bring you to the edge, his tongue knew everything you needed. He pulled away right before you reached your high, of course he can't have you cumming already. Moving upwards to connect his lips to yours, tasting yourself on his tongue.

He removed his jacket and shirt, only disconnecting your lips to pull it over his head. His hands new exactly where to go, gliding down your body and haulting at your hips. You could feel how hard he was through his jeans, reaching down to stroke him through the fabric. His desperation was contagious, making you all hot and needy for him aswell, rubbing your already stimulated clit on his clothed bulge. Not long after, Jake was frantically unbuckling his belt, pulling down his jeans and boxers just enough to free his aching member. Fuck he looked so good like this, all drunk and desperate for you, his hair messy yet still framing his face perfectly, and the cute little whines he let out when you so much as grazed him. 'm sorry baby, I just needed you- right now' he panted though your lips.

'Awh, pretty boy couldn't wait till we got home? So desperate' you teased.

'fuckkk- don't call me that' your voice hypnotised him, intoxicating him with every octave.

His cock glided up and down your folds, threatening to split you open at any second. He stroked himself a few times before gently slapping his length on your clit, only making more of your slick leak down to the car seat below. Your already very stimulated bud now had a pretty coat of Jake's pre all over it, glistening in his eyes.

Jake didn't even glance back down before he slowly pushed himself deep into your folds. Loving the sight of your pupils dilating as you felt his tip kiss your cervix.

'fuckkkk' you whined as he bottomed you out instantly, his usually strong eye contact immediately faltered. His eyes rolling back and his posture falling forward. Adding the sensation of his hot breath on your neck followed by his whiny little moans right at your ear, you were experiencing nothing short of pure ecstasy.

He looked up from the gorgeous sight to be met with one even more so, your eyes. He adored making eye contact while he buried himself in you, practically imprinting his shape into your walls. It didn't matter how rough or how gentle he'd be going, his eyes would always find their way back to yours.

It's like he was programmed to pleasure you, the way the smallest touches made your body feel like it was on fire. The way his cock filled you so well, the way his tip kissed your cervix so delicately until you'd come undone for him over and over and over again. As much as you weren't in the mood like he was, you thanked his weak will for taking you like this in the middle of nowhere, you could never let out moans like this in your shared apartment. Your mixed noises only made it more erotic, sounding so incredibly pornographic you barely recognised your own voice.

'Fuckk baby 'm– 'm gonna cum already ah!'

His rough strokes always hit so fucking deep, even just thinking about it would have you hot and bothered any day. You felt a twitch inside you before thick ropes of his hot, white seed painted your walls so delicately. You tensed, sucking him in even more if that was possible. The warm, filling sensation tipped you over the edge, just like it always did. Jaeyun's words became almost ineligible, his pussy drunk mind all foggy from his release. His words were pure sin, all of it so shameless, and you fucking adored it.

'ffuck baby so fucking good for me, ah! mm fuck you feel so good. Feel me? Feel my cum so fucking deep- a-ah!'

His lips laced your neck, threatening to mark you as he made his way back to sitting upright. Catching his breath, it was truly your favourite part. His hair messy and damp, face highlighted by the dim light glistening off his sweat, abs tensed as he still remained inside you. You felt so full, and warm, wishing you could stay like this forever.

This was however, Jake's least favourite part. He hated seeing his cum leak out of you, inevitably it was impossible to keep it all in, but god dammit Jaeyun will try. Pulling out at a stupidly slow pace, quickly replacing his cock with his fingers at the first sight of the white syrup. 'Let's try n leave it for a bit, right baby?'

Fuck, he was so cute. As much as you both knew it wasn't possible, and it was no where near the right time, you knew he dreamt about you having his children. Didn't matter the circumstance, he'd subtly fill his fantasy in someway everytime you had sex, and it was adorable. 'Ok baby' you smiled.

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Do I like this? No it's shit,, has it been in my drafts for about 5 months? Yeah,, I just want it gone so take it lmao ( ´-ω-) I'll write smt better for Jake soon cuz my god I love this man sm ok bye.

[soobnny]

classmate au | lee heeseung

❝ hey, i’ll go ahead. i have to walk (name) home. ❞

HEESEUNG | jay | jake | sunghoon | sunoo | jungwon | ni-ki

look…. i know this says classmate au

BUT but but but hear me out

he’s your senior

maybe a year or two years older

AND he’s your neighbor, next door neighbor lee heeseung

do you see where i’m going with this

he walks you home to school every morning and every after class

your parents r also pretty close so you’re always hanging by each other’s house

THO he’s more of like an unattainable senior so handsome 😞😞 yall dont talk much when you’re having that little family get together

he tries talking to u tho … but you run away pretty fast

it’s always that awkward sitting beside each other while your parents talk to each other

…. awkward eye contact

SO YEAH he walks you to school every morning and after class by your mom’s request

heeseung always walks by the side of the road like the gentleman he is

will pull you by the waist when you attempt to even walk on that side so he can switch you two

and always waits for you outside your class or by the student council office to walk you home

sometimes 💔💔💔💔 during basketball practice … he does that thing where he goes home ahead so he can walk u home

the moment you walk into the basketball gym, wide eyes searching for heeseung ?!

he’s already dismissing himself .. saying goodbye to his friends and the couch and slinging your bag on his shoulder

you think he only views you as a little sister this SUCKS !!!!!

ah you are so wrong.

oh also lee heeseung student athlete and face of the school, just thought i’d mention

sometimes, he even appears in your classes to assist the teacher like what CAN’T he do

the teacher encounters some tech difficulties with the powerpoint???

“hey (name), can you call heeseung?”

you quietly slip out of the classroom and hurry to his

(he gave you his class schedule in case you ever needed anything… so you know where to find him…)

“excuse me, mr. hwang is looking for heeseung?” you’d tell the teacher

and their whole class would burst into SCREAMS and teasing as heeseung is pushed towards the door

“hey, you okay? how was your day?” he’d always catch up with you in that small time

dear god please have mercy.

he’d have a hand on the small of your waist to guide you along the hallways too

AND TUTORING

Lee Heeseung who is naturally good at everything is also smart

he tutors you at his house after class when you’re having a hard time

as a reward, sometimes, you guys would play video games

you ended up falling asleep at his house once and heeseung had to tell his mom to call yours so she wouldn’t worry

you wake up to blankets draped all over you and heeseung sleeping on the floor i’m so sad

karaoke is always fun in these family outings bc your family always makes you sing duets

atp you guys have every disney and broadway duets DOWN and memorized

though it does make you blush and all giggly when he makes intense eye contact while seeing to you

“now she’s here, shining in the starlight. now she’s here, suddenly i know. if she’s here, it’s crystal clear, i’m where i’m meant to go.”

he is a fantastic singer and he makes you forget to sing your parts sometimes

ALWAYS ENDS A SONG IN A HUG while your parents violently clap in the background

during the sports festival, the teachers ltrly let him join all the sports and he just accepts 😭😭

if he’s not playing, he’s facilitating

“do you have an event for this year’s sports festival?” he’d ask one night as he’s walking you home

“oh no. i’m just joining the cheer contest with sunoo on the first day.”

“do you think you could cheer for me?”

HE’S ASKING YOU TO CHEER FOR HIM

of course you say yes

and his eyes are on you in every sport he plays

basketball… volleyball… badminton… you name them all!

he’d look to you before serving the ball and point at you when he shoots a ball in bkb

heeseung would win every game for you

because the thrill in your smile is too wide to disappoint

and also because he has a big fat crush on you

goes to hug you after every game

“my good luck charm” as he liked to call you

BYEEEEEE bye leave me alone please

you’re HIS good luck charm

you pretend to be annoyed because he’s sweating so he teases you by hugging you even more

he lets you hold his spare shirt AND lets you wear his spare jersey ……

by the end of the week, he wins a shit ton of medals and a trophy for being the MVP

lets you wear some of his medals 😭😭 honestly maybe even all of them

would come to you after the awarding and take off his medals to put it around your neck too

OBLIGATORY SPORTS FESTIVAL PICTURE WITH YOUR CRUSH

you guys hold the trophy together … he has an arm around you … like he ltrly has the poses thought out already

asks you to be his girlfriend on the walk back home

handcrafted you a medal already in case you’ll say yes

engraved on it is “best girlfriend”

damn you’ve only been together like a few hours and he already awarded you best girlfriend

honestly congratulations

you bagged face of the school and student athlete senior lee heeseung

note. credits to user @.luvknow for the layout of this post! i just thought it looked rly cute and coherent. let me know what you think! please discuss these with me i’m crazy

[panjakes]

Jake with Black!Reader who loves Pink!

Ever since Jake met you he knew you loved anything girly and anything pink. Hell the day he met you, you were wearing pink

🩷

The first time he came too your house to hang out he was honestly shocked at how overly pink your room was.

🩷

The room had white colored walls but everything else was different shades of pink. From poster, your curtains, your desk, your bed frame and bedding. You were really a pink girlie.

🩷

If Jake didn’t know anything about you…he knew you loved the color pink.

🩷

He always bought you things and made sure they were in some shade or form of pink.

“Hey do you have this shirt in pink? I don’t think my girlfriend will wear it if it isn’t pink.”

He even had this amazing idea to take you too a park and have a pink picnic with you. He had managed to get only pink snacks for the two of you to enjoy. He brought paint and other things for you two to do

“Babe! Look, I got you these heart shaped cakes with pink frosting!”

You getting excited over anything being pink just brought a smile to his face.

“Babe! Look at this wall clock! It’s so cute!” You say pointing too the pastel pink clock with tiny pink hearts on the inside.

Jake just smiles and indulges in your love for pink. If it’s pink and you want it, he’ll get it. No questions asked.

🩷

Being with you for so long and see you around so much pink makes him love the color himself. He loves when you dress in different shades of pink. The color made your darkskin pop and you looked absolutely beautiful, he loves it.

🩷

When he’s out with the guys and he sees something pink he’ll get it for you. Rather it be a headband, a pair of socks or something for your room. He. Gets. It.

🩷

Of course the guys all tease him about it but he couldn’t care less. His girlfriend loved pink and he loved his girlfriend.

“Look, he’s buying something else for Yn.” “Of course he is, it’s pink and she’s obsessed with color pink.” “Hey! I can hear you!”

Overall…pink is your favorite color and Jake is your enabler when it comes to the pretty color pink.

[honeytbz]

dress to impress with my baddies

asking enhypen to play dress to impress on roblox!

author’s note: i apologize if my interpretation does not fit yours, purely fictional. glad ya’ll enjoyed my first ever fanfic “surprise visit”

heeseung’s contact name inspo: told him to sing, so heeseung | there’s also a sohee one, told him to sing, sohee sung :3

niki’s contact name inspo: yk i got the rizz, the rizzness

[r-eatyourfriends-n]

SMOKED | l.hs 이희승 | Collide pt. 2

bestfriend!heesung x bestfriend!reader

READ PT 1 HERE.

warnings: smut (mdni), pwp (plot's there if you look hard enough), unprotected sex, overstimulation (sort of?), no use of "y/n", light switch!dynamics from both reader and heesung, car sex, unsafe driving lowkey, dryhumping, minor argument, heesung is down bad honestly.

wc: 3.8k

synopsis: days have passed after your first hook up with Heesung, though neither of you have said anything about it. Instead, you continue your search for a good one night stand somewhere else, but your mind and body know where you should be.

a/n: wow! the moral obligation I had to finish this before posting anything else was crazy, but after a huge block it's finally here. If you think this is better than pt1 it's because it is, but it's also because it has been approved by the one and only @molloygendered !!!!! my bestfriend and editor. he wanted to review this again before posting it but I'm a kid on sugar so I held him at gunpoint to approve this. any feedback is appreciated !!! hope you enjoy.

4 unread messages.

sorry to bother u so late

can u pick m up? pls

[Address]

idk if ure awake sorry

Heesung's screen lit up on his desk, breaking his focus from the heated game in front of him. He unlocked his phone, the other hand still gripping the controller tightly. His eyes moved quickly from the texts popping up and then back to the screen, which nearly got him killed. 

The team won eventually, but just barely. Heesung logged out as soon as it was over. He spent the whole time wanting to check his phone.

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing?”Jake yelled at him through the call. “We almost lost."

“My bad. Gotta go,” he said in a monotone voice, showing no remorse as he hung up the call despite Jake's groans.

He looked back down at his phone and texted back a short "omw" before getting up from his chair, stretching his arms. His bones cracked, so loud it made him wince at the sound.

With quick steps, he changed into something a bit more decent, just a plain white t-shirt on top of his cargo pants, which had been slowly losing their black tone after each wash. The chains on his thick belt dangled as he walked out of his room and began to head out of his apartment, taking his keys from the cat-shaped key holder you had put on his wall. He had been surprised the first time he hung his keys and a white cat popped up. It was supposed to be a prank, but Heesung never found it in him to take it off despite the fact that it didn't match with the overall vibe of his room one bit. The kitten disappeared inside the box as he left.

The distance to your location was short, or perhaps Heesung was driving a little too fast. Either way, he arrived about fifteen minutes after telling you that he was on his way to pick you up. He parked in front of a small, black gate which led to some stairs. The complex seemed fairly little, but somewhat cozy, with small balconies filled with pots and all kinds of houseplants. Although it was past midnight and dark, he could still make out the colors of the flowers that were placed by the edges of the windows, leaves moving along with the wind.

Leaving the car on, he hopped out, leaning back against  the driver's door to wait for you. Admittedly, it was ill-intended. He hoped your date would see him and would be thrown off. 

The wait felt like eternity. When the door opened, your figure finally appeared in a white dress with black dots, just a bit above the knee. The cleavage allowed for the black choker to stand out, your name's initial dangling softly. Heesung had always wished it was an H instead.

You smiled at Heesung when you saw him, tilting your head in confusion because why was he out of the car? Heesung smiled back at you, a soft beam on his lips. Then looked to your side when a boy appeared next to you.

He eyed your guy up and down as he said goodbye to you. He was tall like you liked them, with flawlessly tan skin and a face that was nothing short of charming, with a sort of boyish appeal to him, and it was obvious why you had said yes to a date in the first place. Heesung swallowed hard, his own jealousy burning down his throat.

You didn't seem too enchanted by the guy, though, looking almost uncomfortable as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. You fake-giggled (at least, he thought you did) and grinned at him politely before making your way to Heesung. The guy appeared to be a little turned off by you getting picked up by another man, for he did not take his eyes off of Heesung as he walked to the passenger's seat to open the door for you, a gesture that you were used to. Before hopping back in, Heesung winked at him, a smug grin forming. After that, you two were off speeding down the road. He'll take the long way home, he decided.

“Thanks for picking me up,” you broke the silence after a few minutes of driving. “You didn't have to wait outside though, it's freezing.” 

"I was trying to scare him off,” Heesung chuckled, a half joke that managed to pass as just something playful, making you laugh and hit his arm.

“I don't think he liked that,” you said after your laugh subsided.

“I think it was you who didn't like him.” 

You went silent for a bit, sulking on your seat.

“So, how was it?” 

“I liked him,” you mumbled, biting your lip in thought. “It was good, yeah.”

“But?” Heesung inquired, raising an eyebrow.

“I guess I was hoping for something more... intense?”

Heesung turned his face, pretending to check something on the rearview mirror so that you wouldn't notice him biting his lip. He hoped you were referring to him, about the intimate moment you two had shared a few nights before, about the bite that was still decorating your shoulder so beautifully. A purple light enough to resemble a bruise; poor clumsy you, tripped and hit yourself with his mouth.

“Intense how?” he asked.

“To hell if I know,” you shrugged.

He furrowed his eyebrows, glancing your way quickly. 

“You clearly do know.” 

“I don't. If I did I would tell you, Hee,” you said, confused.

“Like how you told me you were off to see another douchebag?” Heesung spat. 

His words made you quickly turn your head. And although he wasn't looking at you, you knew he could feel your glare burning through his skin. The sudden change in attitude had been nothing short of baffling. He seemed to keep his eyes on the road to avoid your stare rather than for safety. You couldn't tell if bouncing his leg was anger, anxiety, both, or something entirely different.

“How do you know he was a douchebag?! I told you it was fine!” you whined.

“Did he even make you come?” he asked. 

You opened your mouth to fight back, but the only sound that came out was your breath hitching. It had been such a simple question, but it ignited the memories of your one time affair with him. The soft promises, the surpassed expectations, the sweet, sweet release. Your body began to tingle in the places where his hands had lingered, and you found yourself shuddering on the seat. Of course Heesung had asked that, while knowing your answer, too.

“Sex is not all about that.” you said finally, voice low with uncertainty. 

“Oh, so that's why you fuck every idiot with a mushroom cut.” Heesung mumbled.

“What the hell is your problem? You don't even know him!” your ears rang as your voice raised in pitch.

“Oh I know him; clerk job moron who thinks sticking it in is enough.”

You tried to ignore the fact that he was a receptionist at your esthetician’s clinic who you happened to make conversation with during a long wait. He had been bold enough to ask you to grab dinner and two days later you were kissing in the elevator of his one-bedroom apartment. 

That kiss had set your expectations through the roof, hoping that you had landed your perfect match. And it had been nice, sort of, but not like you had wished for, or had imagined. The way you had envisioned things and the way said things happened were complete opposites. Maybe it had been your fault for already having something in mind.

The conflict his words caused reflected in your face, a turmoil evident as you stumbled out your next words.

“I still don't understand why it bothers you so much. I know I'm sleeping with a bunch of idiots.” 

“You're hellbent on letting these assholes touch you.” he grunted.“ I can't stand it, I don't get it. It's pointless, it's…”

You were barely able to make out the words; he was just rambling, or so you concluded.

“How is that your problem?” you cut him off, bringing him back from his thoughts.

Only then, Heesung realized the slip up. Yes, you were right, and regardless of how close the two of you were, it was ultimately your call who you slept with, which bothered Heesung to no end. Why were you so against calling him again? Why didn't you ask to have sex again? Why did he finally have you, only for you to slip through his fingers? 

He hoped you hadn't caught onto it, but you knew him too well not to. Everything made sense after; his seemingly sudden offer, waiting for you outside of the car, this angry fit.

“I said, how's that your problem? What about it?” you pushed, in response to Heesung's answer, which had been silence.

“You can do so much better than that.” he finally said.

“So,” you smiled at him. “Think you can be my better?”

Heesung pulled the car over, so quickly your body flew towards the door, and he almost hit his chest with the steering wheel. His grip on it was tight, and he began panting. You thanked god about the empty, dark road, otherwise it could've ended in a nasty crash.

Both of your eyes meet, his pupils blown out with a hint of a gleam in them. There was hope, a tad bit of anger, and an undeniable desire. His hands were twitching, itching to touch you, and you didn't remember ever feeling so wanted.

Heesung's gaze slowly drifted to your lips, almost involuntarily. Your mouth fell open to breath, uneven and quick. The car was cold, but your temperature went up like a fever.

“Are you going to kiss me?” 

His gaze met yours once more. “Can I?”

You nodded. It was all he needed to pull you in, holding your face with both hands as gently but firmly as he could. Afraid, in a weird way, that you would disappear if he let go. That this was all a sick dream from his hungry mind and that he was soon to wake up alone, in bed, with you far away from his grasp.

Despite how much he wanted to keep it slow, the kiss was just plainly instinctual. It had started soft, as if he wanted it to last forever, which he did. Then it was relentless, like nothing was enough, with your faces pressed so tightly together that you almost felt you couldn't breathe properly. Heesung allowed you a few seconds of air before he was onto you again.

It was hard to keep up with him, but you managed, because this was what you wanted anyway. It was hard to tell if you would ever get to feel something like this again; the desperation, your blood pounding in your ears from the anticipation before he made the move, and your whole body shaking in excitement as if it had a memory of its own, and could recognize the touch. 

“Backseat,” you muttered between kisses. 

He heard you, loud and clear, he just couldn't stop himself. He wanted more. Heesung wanted to do so much with you, and to you, that he was unable to do anything at all. He couldn't bring himself to separate his mouth from yours despite needing the air, and his hands roamed mindlessly and only for the sake of getting a feel. The once deliberate and calculated Heesung was now a wreck in your hands, melting in the heat like a popsicle. Sweet.

But you really had to pull him off, otherwise you'd turn blue. Your nails scratched his scalp as you yanked him back, making him whimper in the process. The way he looked burned in your memory; eyes half-lidded, lips pink and swollen, parted, panting. Even with his eyes nearly closed, you could see his darkened eyes.

“I said backseat, Heesung,” you repeated, letting go of his hair. “Do you want to fuck me or not?” 

In every single position there was. Fingers, tongue, cock, he wanted to give you everything and more, so he scrambled to the backseat as you had ordered. 

This is who you were; demanding and controlling. That one time he manhandled you? Only that, a one time thing, now you wouldn't give in so easily. Not after the little jealousy number he pulled, at least. You weren't all that resilient yourself, but you would drag it as far as you could.

Heesung thought that he had chosen the worst type of clothing possible. Had he kept the sweatpants instead of changing into something else, then maybe the friction would've been more bearable. The rough material of his pants brushing against his cock made him groan whenever he slightly shifted. And when he finally found comfort, you seated yourself on his lap and grinded, hard. 

“Ohfuck,” he whined, his hands flying to your hips to find some leverage. His nails dug into your sides. “You're gonna— I'm not gonna last.” 

You grinded down again. And again, until you set your pace, ignoring his cries. The nails trying to claw at your skin drove you further despite the sting. As much as he tried to slow you down in the name of ‘lasting longer', he still thrusted his hips up to meet you halfway, though his eyes were tightly shut, and lips pressed in a straight line.

“Please, please baby, I don't wanna come yet, please.” 

“Did I just hear The Lee Heesung begging?” 

He looked up at you, teary eyed. His bangs were stuck to his forehead, as sweat had already begun to drip from his hair. That had been enough of an answer.

Yes, you had. It had been about the hottest thing you had ever heard as well. Usually confident Lee Heesung, always took the lead Lee Heesung, would rather die than humiliate himself Lee Heesung, whining and whimpering about coming too fast after some kissing and humping. That same Heesung that had been able to get not one, but three orgasms out of you before even getting close. It was a sight to see.

You stopped, and Heesung sighed in relief, although the calm didn't last long. As a smirk formed on your lips, his eyes grew panicked. 

“If you come, I'll leave this car,” you said, rolling your hips again.

“No, no, no, no, no,” he whimpered. He squeezed his eyes shut again, the shape of his fingers imprinting onto your skin. Back then, when the two of you first had sex, this was the reality of what Heesung felt, even when he did a good job at not letting himself seem so desperate. 

He'd be damned if he looked like a loser in front of you, or so he thought. Because now that your wet underwear was soaking his pants, he was a mess. A hard, pathetic mess, desperately trying not to burst in his jeans from having you on top of him.

You yourself didn't believe you could keep torturing him, only because you were also torturing yourself in the process. His hard length along with the rough fabric of his pants brushed against your clit in a way that sent jolts through your body. It was harsh and uncomfortable while still feeling good enough not to stop.

Heesung's hips twitched with a mind of their own, searching for release against his wishes. You halted, leaning your body back to unbuckle his belt. He groaned at the loss of contact though didn't complain any further, and instead helped you get rid of his restraintments quicker. His breath ghosted over your skin as he sighed in relief, which made you shudder. 

His fingers went down to tease you under your dress, rubbing over the wetness seeping through your panties, and even with the layer in between, he could feel his fingers dampen. Heesung continued until you were left whining and attempting to grind your hips harder onto his hand. Only then did you feel him push the fabric to the side, and the tip of his cock pressed against your cunt.

After Heesung had you the first time, he knew that he couldn't let you go. Days went by where he would still feel your lips against his; the skin of your thighs, hot and sweaty, burning his cheeks as you closed your legs around his head while you came on his tongue. Not one day went by where he didn't fantasize about pushing himself inside you, and in some dreams, he would just stay there. 

But nothing was able to prepare him for when it actually happened. He thought the desperate way in which you lowered yourself on his cock might be too much for you. In reality, it was almost too much for him, as it forced a deep moan from his throat.

It was a little painful, walls tightening and loosening around him to accommodate the quick stretch, though the sting was worth Heesung's debauched expression. You wondered why,despite the uncomfortable, small space, it felt so much better than the first time. Maybe it was how much both of you had seemed to crave it, or the car forcing even more proximity between you two, as the things you could do were limited. Regardless, you could feel your lower region sticky and warm with the slick that had, apparently, dripped out of you and spread around your thighs and ass. 

You could barely hear your over breathing over Heesung's heavy one. His hands massaged the skin of your waist where he held himself, mostly to ground himself to earth, or so you guessed, because he looked completely gone. His cheeks cherry red and his lips a peach pink, and you succumbed to the urge to kiss him. 

This time, it was slow and calculated. He took the time to feel the rest of you, from threading his fingers in your hair, to ghosting his fingers over your spine from under the dress. You didn't fall behind, though, raising his shirt as much as you could to run your nails over your stomach, stopping to feel his muscles tense beneath your hands as you began to move your hips.

“Slow, baby, please,” he breathed out, it came out way more high pitched than he intended to. 

As much as you wanted to keep messing with him, the world had seemed to fade away, leaving you two alone with the car and the small piece of road that you were parked in, and you didn't feel like breaking the moment just yet. You placed your hands on his shoulders for better stability, and rested your forehead on the crook of his neck.

Whispers of praises poured from his lips. You're beautiful, you're amazing, could stay here forever, and another handful that got lost between all the shit's and fuck’s that also came nonstop. He followed all of his words and phrases by kissing your neck, sometimes even biting. You might find a mark when you look in the mirror, but you cared little about that. Instead, you decided to leave a mark of your own, sucking and biting on the most visible place that you could think of. That's when he began to meet your movements, thrusting up messily in an attempt to pick up a pace. 

“Say you're—,” he gulped, interrupting himself. “You're mine.”

“Always have been,” you smiled against the light red bite mark. 

Your voice as you rode his cock kept driving him closer to the edge. Every moan and whine just made him go faster, having already been close to his orgasm from the grinding before. And as you grew tired, it felt as if he was regaining some form of control. Heesung smirked when you laid, practically limp, against him, allowing him to set the speed that he wanted. He remembered that he loved being in control as much as he had loved giving it to you.

“F-faster,” you pleaded lowly.

Heesung pouted, even when you couldn't see him. “No manners, sweetheart?” 

Most likely, you were about to pay a small price for threatening him to leave. 

You swallowed, so loud you were sure he had heard. “Please.” 

“What? I didn't hear you.” 

“Go faster, Hee, please!” you nearly yelled. It had been hard to get the words out after getting him where you wanted.

“There we go!” 

Were you being pushed down on his cock or was he pushing up into you? By this point, you weren't really sure. What you were certain about, though, was that he reached wherever you needed him to, and the squelching sounds were at its loudest.

“Was he good like me?” Heesung asked, grunting through his teeth. “Were you thinking about me while he fucked you?”

He wasn't expecting to get answers, and he didn't. You were too focused on the feeling of your body overheating from the inside out, and all of your muscles tensing. Your walls clamped around him involuntarily as pushed you closer to the orgasm that you had been chasing since the beginning of your date a few hours ago.

Heesung wanted you to finish first, he truly tried, but there was no way to stop the waves of pure pleasure that hit as he came, and the fact that he got to come inside of you just made it hit harder, and you had to help him ride out his climax because he really couldn't move, just kept himself there with his brows furrowed.

You were close as well, so you didn't really stop despite Heesung reaching his orgasm first. Even through his over sensitivity, he helped you reach your own high. He sneaked his hand between your bodies to rub messy circles on your clit. You kept it slow on him, but he went fast. 

It didn't take long for you after that. Feeling you on his cock as you orgasmed almost made him hard again, if it wasn't so late and you hadn't been going at it for what felt like forever—not that he was complaining—. He got to watch your face contort into pure pleasure, better than any daydreams.

Heesung pressed his forehead against yours, unable to do anything other than show you something, whatever that something was. It lingered in the air, in the way he looked at you through his teary gaze. He kissed you, slower than ever before.

Whatever was going through his mind was deeper than lust, you could feel it in the way his lips moved so softly against yours, holding your face with both hands. You wondered if he knew that you didn't plan on slipping away again.

[wooeo]

Hey, I love your enha works a lot!! It's so good to see something that isn't another OC (Not that I think people shouldn’t do them but I wanna have some x reader stuff y'know??)

So, I've been rereading your work and I got an idea - pehaps enhypen celebrating Enha girlie's birthday (doing a live) and them being clingy to her (Especially Niki because he's her son & Jake because he's always been with Niki). Maybe even them being emotional yet playful, them singing to her and holding up a cake to blow out the candles, reminiscing about how far they went on their journey etc

Or maybe even them doing a live, a casual one, where they are just talking & responding to comments when suddenly they discover Enha girlie and Niki just asleep (perhaps him cuddling into her) which engenes & Enhypen just gush over it (Can you tell I love them two hahaha)

Tbh I would love any fluffy Enha content, I'm desperate for it among all the smut & SMAUs

! cute cute cute ! it's so crazy how much smut there is for everything😭😭

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niki holds his hands over your eyes while heeseung carefully carries the cake in. they all begin singing, surprisingly off-key for a bunch of singers. you gasp with your hands in front of your mouth, smiling prettily. when the song is done they clap and encourage you to blow out the candles. jake, who sits on your left, pulls your hair back for you so it won't get caught in the flames. they clap once they candles have been blown out and jake ruffles your hair lovingly. your face is flushed from the attention but you're so happy to be celebrating with some of your closest friends and fans through live.

"did you make wish?" sunoo inquiries. feeling bold for once, you shake your head, "i don't need to," and when your reply ensures a round of shouts and cooing you feel a shot of embarrassment and regret. niki lays his head on your shoulder when he laughs at the teasing you're receive from the others. his eyes are shut as he leans into you. jake pats your head like you're a dog with a smug smile that has you regretting ever becoming an idol.

heeseung is the first person to reminisce; talking about the first time he met you and how much you've grown since then. it brings a warm feeling to your chest and a smile to your face. his words are kind as he talks about how much you've gotten out of your shell. the others join in with their own praise and it brings tears to your eyes. they have always been kind to you, always been gentle and understanding of how awkward and shy you could be at times. niki, who hasn't moved his head from your shoulder, gives your hand a squeeze when a few tears hits his hand.

☾⸻ ✩

[peanutbutterwrites]

desperation

warnings: drug use, suicidal thoughts, nsfw, vomit, depression, trauma, angst. summary: your whole life you had never once felt special, that feeling can eat you up inside, it can make you do things you'd never do to keep it. word count: 6.1 k -disclaimer- this is in no way representing people in real life, I respect enhypen as artists and simply wanted to use them in a story. all circumstances are fake.

part two

a/n - this has been rotting for a while because it's a little out of my comfort zone. I don't usually write anything considered nsfw so I hope it came out alright. let me know.

YOU WERE AVERAGE. something you so desperately wanted to escape your whole life, but that was the truth. you had good grades, but they were never stellar. you were praised for your obedience, but never awarded. always an angel, never a god. people never take notice, they are all too wrapped up in their own lives to ever notice someone so horribly, average. but you noticed. in fact, it never quite left your mind, always hovering in the back corner, taunting you. jack of all trades, master of none, that’s why college was going to be different.

your entire life you were told, “just get past high school, it's all uphill from there.” but you’d all but completed your first year of college and still everything felt the same. you wanted it over with, all of it. maybe if you made a big deal out of it, you’d be known for something. but you were a coward, scared of scarring your own flesh should things go south. and then you’d be relevant, for a minute. until people eventually forgot again and got wrapped back up in their own lives. 

your roomates were where you were hoping to make friends, but that never happened. mina was a bitch, for lack of a more descriptive word, and held no interest towards you unless she’d run out of girls to party with. and when that happened, she dragged you to said party and fed you drink after drink until you puked your guts out from alcohol poisoning. and the worst part? you just let her, so she kept doing it. giselle was almost worse then you. almost cause at least she excelled at school work. giselle would spend hours upon hours in your cramped dorm room studying for the next exam, spilling snacks and papers everywhere, refusing to clean up. you never knew peace the whole year between never being alone in your own, clean, room and vomiting your guts out into the early hours. 

“hey,” came mina’s no longer sickly sweet voice. instead it had turned into a cold demand as the school year went on, “sana and jihyo ditched, you’re coming with me tonight.” she waited a few beats for your answer before raising an eyebrow, you shifted uncomfortably. you hoped today would be the day you’d grow up and refuse her, but cowardice is one of those emotions that latch onto you like a leech, and you were a coward at your core.

“uh yeah, I guess. but I don’t really feel like drinking tonight, mina.” you managed to choke out. mina scoffed in response,

“oh really? come on, you say that all the time and then you drink so much you start hacking up your insides, forget it.” she rolled her eyes and left your room, most likely to go change. you whimpered and dropped your phone on your bed on the verge of frustrated tears, not bothering to mention the reason for that drinking was mina herself.

“just tell her no.” came a slightly warmer voice to your right. 

“I can’t, giselle.’

“can’t or won’t. its pathetic.” her harsh words offset her softer tone and only managed to make you feel worse. peeling yourself off the bed, you stepped over piles of clothing to get to your designated closet. rifling through clothes, you settled on an all black ensemble and snatched your makeup bag to take to the dorm bathrooms. god forbid you show up to a college party with mina of all people, and not wear makeup. mina always talked about her reputation, she simply couldn’t be seen with you if you didn’t at least look decent. mina was superficial, narcissistic. if you looked good, she was satisfied, but don’t ever look too good. you simply didn’t feel like being overly punished tonight, so a light makeup look it was. grabbing a pair of alcohol stained heels, you made your way to mina’s room to let her know you were ready. 

“huh, not too bad.” she nodded at your outfit and finished combing on her mascara in front of her floor length mirror. “sunghoon is picking me up, so find a ride okay? I’ll text you the address.” your shoulders sagged as you took in the information, mina always did this.

“mina, I really don’t feel like going if I don’t have a ride. if you have sunghoon, why do you need me there?” she froze patting down her skin tight dress and turned to face you.

“why do I need you? let me get this straight, I don’t. I don’t need you, but I’m trying here.” her voice changed into a sickly sweet one and she strode over to you to pat your shoulder. “I’m trying to be friends, I just feel like you’re being really ungrateful.” you stiffened as she pouted her perfect, glossy lips and pulled her hand back.

“no, I’m sorry mina. I’m not trying to be ungrateful, just my car’s at home.” you frowned and grabbed her hand in an apology. mina sighed and held your hand in hers.

“alright, I guess we can give you a ride then. but you have to sit in the back, and don’t ruin this for me.” she smirked slightly and brushed past you as she grabbed a few last minute essentials. you hung your head in shame, you fell for it, again. desperation didn’t look good, and worst of all is it attracted the people who loved to use it. “hurry up!” mina called as her hells clicked on the cheap vinyl flooring and you were scurrying out the door after her. 

sunghoon drove an all black expensive car, it was sleek as it pulled up and cool to the touch as you gripped the back door. but it reeked of cologne, body odor, alcohol, and weed as you yanked the door open. you gagged slightly at the combination of smells and stepped over trashed trojan packages in the back seat. 

“huh, didn’t know I had a passenger.” sunghoon frowned at you, his voice was distant and cold. 

“don’t worry ‘hoon. she’s a good friend.” mina smiled as she touched his shoulder. you caved into yourself and prepared for a silent ride, trying to ignore mina’s flirty tone as the car glided away from the dorms.

“so, what’s your name?” it took you a minute to realize sunghoon was addressing you, and by the time you were ready to answer mina did it for you. 

“she’s my other roommate, you know? the boring one, not the brainiac.” sunghoon hmm’d in acknowledgement and the attention immediately shifted back to mina. you cringed at your own lack of response and mourned the second of attention he had allowed to you. with the rest of the ride being silent on your end, it felt like an eternity before arriving at the frat house where the party would be held. you watched as sunghoon helped mina out of the car and stumbled your way out on your own. the three of you made your way into the house that had music pumping through the windows. within seconds of entrance your nose was hit with a wave of smells and none of them pleasant. you followed diligently behind mina and sunghoon to a small gathering of people surrounded by alcohol and could almost feel your liver protesting from the months of abuse. mina shoved a red solo cup of some alcoholic liquid in your hand as she plopped down on sunghoon’s lap and laughed at something he said. you just stared at the strange liquid, your mouth creating too much saliva in preparation for the amount of vomiting sure to follow. 

“you okay there?” came a voice aimed at you. your head snapped up to meet eyes with a very pretty boy. his sharp nose and wide eyes reminded you of a deer and his slightly red hair only added to the comparison. 

“uh yeah, I just don’t really drink.” you managed to get out. he stared at you with a blank look before chucking and nudging another boy next to him. 

“you hear this chick? she doesn’t drink and she’s at jay’s party, that’s crazy man.” you frowned at him, moving slightly closer so that you didn’t have to yell. 

“jay? who’s that?” apparently this question was hilarious as he and his friend burst out laughing.

“man does this girl know nothing?” you felt your heart sink as they continued to laugh and you felt mina’s cold stare burning from the back of your head. 

“sorry.” you mumbled out and stared back down at the drink. 

“its whatever, you’re just at the wrong place.” the boy said with a slight laugh left in his voice. he brushed off his jeans off and stood up, offering you his hand. you stared up at him as he waited, he contorted his face into a strange expression and leaned down to grab your hand. “man, you’re one weird girl.” he chuckled as he started dragging you behind him. 

“wait, heeseung!” a high pitched voice called and the boy paused to look back. “where are you going?” you turned to see mina doing her signature pout at him and fought the urge to roll your eyes. 

“fuck off mina, nowhere.” he called back with a middle finger raised and his buddies roared with laughter as you were met with the rare sighting of mina flushing with embarrassment. “cocksucker.” the boy, heeseung apparently, muttered under his breath. you snorted at that and he looked down at you as he dragged you forward again. “oh come on, even her friends know.”

“i know.” you replied. as you moved through the party, you saw a boy laying down on a counter as another poured alcohol from a keg into his mouth. he had a sharp jawline and wore sunglasses despite the time of night and indoor activity. heeseung noticed you looking and pointed at the boy.

“that’s jay. the alcoholic.” he said point blank, it suddenly made much more sense why it was required to drink here. heeseung pushed a beaded curtain out of the way as he grabbed a heavy metal door and turned the handle.

“wait, where-” you were cut off as he pulled you into a garage and a wave of smoke invaded your nostrils. the air was hazy with smoke and your eyes watered as heesung continued to pull you. 

“hey heeseung, what’s up.” spoke one of the boys sitting on one of the very old and beat up leather couches within the garage. you counted a total of four men and they all had either a cig or joint lit up and in their pinched fingers. heeseung jerked his chin up and slapped his hand against the guy who had spoken in some sort of handshake. 

“this is sunghoon's friend, she’s chill.” heeseung announced and pushed you slightly towards the first couch which held one of the boys. you looked back at him, ignoring the comment about actually being friends with sunghoon, and he motioned for you to sit down. the couch sunk and groaned due to age and your added weight, but you couldn’t deny that the worn leather was comforting and warm. 

“hey, I’m sunoo.” the boy next to you spoke. he had pink dyed hair and soft features that made him seem approachable, he blew out smoke into your face as he spoke. you coughed wafting away the plume and stuck out your other hand to shake with his. two of the other boys let out a lazy chuckled at your cough and formalities.

“you sure she’s cool? looks like she’s never smoked a day in her life.” joked one of the others. 

“well she doesn’t drink, and you losers need some pussy or at least a friend.” heeseung joked. “im out.” he waved bye to you and your eyes followed him, no longer feeling safe in this warm garage. 

“oh come one, we’re not that bad.” the one that had joked spoke. “i’m jake, jungwon, and ni-ki” he motioned to himself and the other two boys. jake had the twinge of an accent to his voice and he had fluffy hair with soft features. jungwon reminded you of a small cat as his eyes were slanted and round and his soft smile revealed dimples. ni-ki. ni-ki scared you. you sucked in a small breath when his sharp eyes snapped to you and the cigarette smoke he let out made your head spin. his cropped hair hung over his eyes but showed off multiple piercings and was jet black. he looked tall, long and lanky as his legs hung out of the recliner he inhabited and his long arm hung over the edge. as jake and jungwon went back to talking, ni-ki held your eyes in his and you felt unable to look away. you heard a breathy laugh come out of sunoo,

“i think she likes you.” your eyes snapped to sunoo and you felt your face become splotchy with heat. his breathy laugh turned into a boisterous one that forced him to start coughing and put out his joint. the laugh caught jake and jungwon’s attention and both boys let out a chuckle.

“aww, i think she has a crush. huh, hyung?” jake slapped jungwon is agreeance and both faded out boys laughed. you felt shame course through your veins and mentally beat yourself up for staring for too long. the worst part was that he was attractive. you’d never been in a relationship and guys had yet to ask you out, you felt shameful that he now had to deal with your attraction. you risked looking back up, and noticed he was still staring. he held up two fingers and your eyes remained locked with his as he motioned for you to come over to the recliner. your heart dropped to your ass as you debated what to do. but apparently you took too long deciding because with a deceptively innocent laugh, sunoo shoved you off the couch causing you to fall on your hands and knees. this only spurred the boys on further, causing them to howl with laughter leaving only ni-ki stone cold silent. you watched from the floor as he put out his cigarette and leaned forward with his forearms resting on his knees. the laughing momentarily stopped as the boys waited for what he was going to do. he only spoke one word, but your heart froze.

“crawl.” the laughter began again, more hysterical then previously and tears pricked your eyes in shame. you couldn’t help the shiver that went through your body at hearing his voice. it was deep, and despite the sufficient smoke, it was rich and smooth. you felt sunoo swing his foot into the back of your thigh and you fell forward to catch yourself, causing you indirectly to crawl closer to ni-ki. 

“she’s seriously going to!” jake let out gleefully as laughter continued to ring throughout the garage. this snapped you to attention and you quickly scrambled up to stand and try to walk out of the entrapped space. you were holding back tears and the walls suddenly felt far too close. the once comforting warmth of the smoke turned too hot and your breathing increased rapidly. as you moved, ni-ki reached out and snatched your wrist harshly and tugged you toward the recliner. 

“oh come on, we’re just playing. right?” sunoo spoke with a teasing lightness to his voice and ni-ki pulled you onto his lap. you froze in fear, trying not to shift in your seat or cry as he reached over to pull another cigarette out of his pack. 

“right.” you mumbled eyes widening as sunoo gave you a ‘hell yeah!’ and slapped his hand against yours the same way heeseung and jake had previously. 

“she’s funny!” jake let out a stoned chuckle as jungwon snorted and took another hit. you looked down at your palm after you felt a weight in it and made eye contact with a black lighter. you looked over your shoulder to see ni-ki put the cigarette to his lips and motion for you to light it. shaking slightly, you took a few tries to strike the lighter into action and held the flame to the stick. you went to turn away, but yelped when you felt a large hand grip your chin and forcefully twist your head back. ni-ki took a large inhale and forced his thumb in your mouth to pry your jaw open. frozen in fear, your heart pounded loudly in your chest as his grip on your jaw became painful and the tears you had been holding back threatened to finally fall. as he leaned forward, your eyes widened only to have copious amount of smoke released into your mouth, nose, and eyes. snapping your face out of his grip you coughed violently away from him as tears finally fell down your face. through your coughing fit you heard the three others in the room hoot with laughter.

“don’t cry now, he likes that!” one of them joked which spurred the others on even more. the humiliation you felt was horrific, this would go down in your head as one of the most humiliating evenings you had ever had. you tried not to think too much about what that comment was hinting at, and instead your mind reeled with how to get out of the situation. through the haze of coughing and an attempt to regain your pride, you snatched the cig from his hands, took a deep inhale and blew it right into his face. the laughter stopped. nobody moved. and then a low rumbling laugh came from ni-ki and you felt your whole body relax. he wasn’t mad, which was good because the atmosphere and reactions of the other boys felt like if he was, you weren’t going to make it out of this garage in one piece. 

“so,” sunoo began, “what’s your major?” 

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after that party, you didn’t mind going with mina as much anymore. though, the amount of times you wanted to attend and the amount of times mina asked was so severely disproportionate, that you didn’t get to see your new found friends for at least a week before she invited you out again. when getting ready for the party, you took extra care of your makeup and outfit thinking of the boy with the dark eyes. 

“what’s taking so long? got someone to impress?” mina joked with a glint of danger in her eyes, not unnoticed by you. 

“oh no, just am trying to keep up you know.” you smiled hesitantly back at her and watched as she softened slightly. 

“ok well, our rides here so unless you wanna walk..” she left her end hanging but you understood the implications. going down the elevator ride, you held your phone in your hands sending a quick text to sunoo to make sure he and his friends were in attendance tonight. you had been beyond grateful when sunoo offered his number to you at the end of the night and you two had actually been keeping in contact. you felt like you had finally gained a friend in this messed up experience and were giddy with the excitement of acceptance. mina was busy with taking pre-party selfies until the doors opened and you were able to make out a familiar black car. 

“you staying with sunghoon?” 

“yeah, he has a nice dick.” mina said crassly and you paused in shock momentarily. letting out an awkward cough, you tried to cover up your prudeish shock. 

“oh, yeah I get that.” she turned and gave you a look of pure pity before running up to sunghoon’s car and your face burned with embarrassment for the millionth time. mina was quick to start up a conversation with sunghoon, but his attention turned to you when you sat in the back.

“oh you’re back. how was last time, the guys nice enough?” mina was stunned into silence when she glanced back at you. 

“uh yeah, sunoo was really nice. I think they just like to joke around a lot.” sunghoon let out a soft chuckle.

“yeah that’s for sure, they mean no harm though. hope you didn’t take anything personally.” you shook your head and smiled softly at him through his mirror. mina piped up again believing the strange conversation to be over, until sunghoon cut her off. “ni-ki can be a real dick, but he’s a good friend when you get to know him. he give you are hard time?” this time mina let out an audible huff and glared back at you. shrinking from her gaze you responded. 

“oh well I mean he definitely startled me, but he was fine.” 

“hah! startled, yeah thats a good word for ni-ki.” 

“who’s ni-ki?” mina blurted out, desperately trying to stay in the conversation. a flush slowly climbed up your neck in response to mina’s direct ask and sunghoon let out a hoot.

“really ni-ki? I mean some people are freaky I guess, good for you.” sunghoon laughed as he said this, ignoring mina’s question in favor of slapping the steering wheel. 

“it’s not like that!” you tried to get out as quickly as possible, but sunghoon continued to laugh joking about how he was ‘so gonna tell jake’. the glare mina sent your way was enough to get you sinking back down in your seat and staying silent the rest of the ride with sunghoon’s occasional laughter making up the rest of the sound. 

you didn’t wait for mina and sunghoon this time, waving to them as you left the car and walked into the house. you expected the group of boys to occupy the garage again so you immediately began looking for a door leading there. in doing so, you bumped into someone familiar.

“hey, how’s it going?” heeseung asked with a smile.

“oh, hi heeseung. it’s alright, how about you?” 

“uh pretty boring so far, was gonna see if the guys had it any better.” your eyes lit up at the mention of your friends.

“oh great, I was heading there. lead the way.” he smiled as he gripped your wrist and guided you through the crowded party. this time, he headed for the stairs and you carefully placed your heels on each step. falling was not on your agenda and you were intent on going to one party this year where you didn’t embarrass yourself somehow. when he entered the room, the familiar smell of weed and cigarettes comforted you. 

“theres my girl!” you heard sunoo call out and you couldn’t help but let out a wide smile and little giggle as you waved to the boy. jake and jungwon stood up to give you and heeseung a hug greeting, clearly they were less faded then the first time you met them. ni-ki sent a piercing gaze from across the room and scoffed as he packed a bowl. while the boys were occupied with heeseung, you walked over to the side with ni-ki and sunoo.

“hi ni-ki.” you said hesitantly, showing him a soft smile. his sharp eyes snapped back up to you and you wilted under his stare.

“we’re not friends.” was all he let out and your smile completely fell. 

“oh be nice.” sunoo scoffed as he pulled you by your waist onto the bean bag he occupied. ni-ki continued to glare as he packed the bowl, noticeably at sunoo’s arm currently around your waist. you and sunoo continued what was your previous conversation over text as the three others made their way over. ni-ki lit the pipe and took a deep inhale before passing it into your hands. you held the pipe in your hands for a few seconds, just staring at it, before the boys let out copious amounts of laughter. at that moment, the door to the upstairs room sung open and you were grateful for the distraction. sunghoon and mina made their way in the room with many objections coming from the boys. 

“mina, get outta here.” heeseung sighed. mina’s only response was to roll her eye’s and flip him off. 

“oh please, I’m here for my friend.” mina said, smiling so sweetly at you that you had to fight the urge to cringe. sunoo rolled his eyes and grabbed the pipe from your hands to take a long hit.

“there, like that.” he smiled sincerely and handed it back to you. with the added pressure of mina glaring intensely at you, you felt even more nervous to even try and take a hit.

“you’re so annoying.” you heard to your right and the next thing you knew you were being manhandled and dragged in front of ni-ki. gripping your face harshly like last time, he stuffed the pipe in your mouth and you cringed from the clink of the glass against your teeth. liting the bowl, he motioned for you to inhale and you took a large hit from the pipe. ripping it out of your mouth, he yanked your face closer to himself.

“breath.” and you let out all the smoke into his mouth, coughing slightly at the burning feeling in your throat. “there.” he said harshly, shoving you away and tossing the pipe to jake on your left. he leaned back into the bean bag and you watched as his thighs manspread trying desperately not to stare. you were brought out of your intense staring by mina’s high pitched voice.

“me too, ni-ki.” she pouted her lips at her and you watched as sunghoon took a sip of his beer and stared at his phone, clearly not caring. suddenly you were worried, maybe ni-ki acted like this with everyone. you weren’t special. you sunk back into sunoo and he simply patted your shoulder trying not to laugh at your behavior. ni-ki scoffed and pulled out a cigarette, effectively ignoring mina. you watched as her face faltered and for the first time, saw doubt in her eyes. you tried to not let a feeling of pride fill you, but the idea of being special to someone caused you to lose rational thought. 

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your mind had begun to rot. you thought about it day and night, the fact that you’ve been accepted and for once you were special. sunoo’s texts didn’t loose their consistency, in fact you two had built a wonderful friendship, far better then you and mina’s friendship. that one had deteriorated rapidly after all. but you were struggling to feel any emotion other then glee. mina’s face from that night had never left your mind since, the second guessing, the doubt that was clearly eating her up inside. you didn’t think mina had ever once been denied. you knew she had never be denied in favor of you of all people. even living in your own world in these past few days, her behavior had not gone unnoticed. 

“hey.” came giselle’s soft voice from across the room. you looked up from your phone to see her lying on her side facing you, bangs clipped up and glasses sliding slightly off her nose. 

“yes?”

“is it just me or is mina…acting strange?” you gulped down a bit of guilty saliva that had made its way into your mouth. “no, unhinged is a better word.” she wasn’t wrong. mina had been lashing out more then usual, not going to as many parties and spending a lot of time in her room. in favor of speaking, you met her question with a shrug. “did it finally happen?” you could tell what giselle was asking, and you knew she would bother you the rest of the night unless you answered. you nodded tentatively and giselle let out a small giggle. “serves her right.” you were surprised. you knew giselle and mina weren’t close, but you didn’t think giselle would delight in her downfall.

“is that bad?” giselle tilted her head in questioning. “that we’re happy about it?”

“ha, no hun. it’s not bad, serves that bitch right. I don’t know how you put up with her.” she looked back down to her phone and plopped a big, salty chip in her mouth. you rolled on your back, giselle’s response made you feel a bit better about the whole situation. maybe even if you were horribly average, you were bearable to most. and special to someone. 

“hey, giselle?”

“hm?”

“do you like me?”

“fuck no.”

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mina had finally given in. you knew that drinking and partying were an itch to her, and she had to scratch it eventually. when she did, she would invite you. all you had to do was bide your time until you could see your friends again, and that time came almost a week after mina’s miniature depressive episode. 

“come on slut, let’s go party!” mina had popped her head in your dorm room. you had to fight a frown, this was not how mina had been acting recently. she seemed too upbeat, excited. she had barely left her room or spoke a word recently, this mina scared you.

“sure, that’s fine.” you moved to pick out some clothes.

“so, i was wondering. are you a virgin?” you froze mid hanger toss and your attention snapped to her. you could practically feel the shift of giselle’s uninterested eyes to her’s now, glaring at attention. you were never one who was gifted at lying. 

“uh, yeah. i guess.” you mumbled out and mina let out a high pitched giggle. 

“aww that’s so cute, no wonder that guy likes you.” this time you completely dropped your clothes. 

“huh?” you flushed bright red, your thoughts instantly going towards the boy with the sharp eyes. 

“yeah, jake told me.” she said, far too brightly. 

“really?” i asked. the genuine hope in your voice made you inwardly cringe at your own desperation. 

“yup, so we better get going soon!” mina sweeped out of the room and you tried to get yourself together. putting your favorite outfit on, that showed a little more skin then usual, and finishing up your makeup. as you grabbed your purse to follow behind mina, you could’ve sworn you heard a whisper come from behind you. giselle. 

pathetic.

the party was generic, filled with drugs and alcohol and young adults grinding on each other. you were eager to find the designated smoke room and texted sunoo to let him know you were there. as you began walking towards what you assumed was the east wing, this house was bigger than any you’d ever been in, mina hooked her arm in yours. 

“you meeting our friends?” an ounce at irritation flared up at her words, our? 

“yeah, sunoo told me where they were.” she just smiled and let you lead the way, which you did with reluctance. swinging open what you assumed was the right door, you were met with the signature smell of jake’s weed and cheers. 

“where you been!” jake let out as he stumbled up and pulled you into a tight hug. you giggled as he shook you back and forth with sunoo shouting protests behind him. jungwon gave you a small wave as the two other boys dragged you to their couch, laughter still bubbling up within you. you were rarely this happy. still reeling from their exciting welcome, you ignored ni-ki’s usual glare and gave him a genuine smile and wave. 

“its bong night, you ever smoke from one sweetheart?” sunoo asked, brushing your hair from your forehead. not wanting to be ostracized, you nodded your head in an unconvincing agreeance. the other boys oooh’d in ‘oh really?’s with one being far less forgiving of the unconvincing fib. 

“little liar, of course she hasn’t” ni-ki’s harsh voice cut through the air. “gonna have to teach her just like last time.” like cold water you were instantly knocked out of your giddy mood and visibly deflated. this only seemed to irritate him more. “oh don’t do that shit, it’s annoying.” you were never one to control your emotions. it was one of the reasons people found it so easy to poke at your insecurities and weak spots. you hated yourself for it. you were completely aware that it was a weakness, but could never bring yourself to control it. this was one of those moments. the hot shame of embarrassment crept its way from your gut as your eyes welled against your will. the guys actually seemed to be at loss. sunoo glared at ni-ki and rubbed slow circles on your back, but it was painfully obvious none of them had dealt with this before. the cherry on top was mina’s silent, cold glare you could feel penetrating your spine. ni-ki let out a large sigh before crushing his cigarette and opening his arms. drunk at the possibility of acceptance, and the fact that against all odds, mina told you he had feelings for you, you allowed yourself to be scooped in his arms like putty. it was humiliating how quickly you were at ease. he had long, rather large arms that encased you and made you feel comforted. as the conversation caught back up again, you completely relaxed into his arms and allowed him to occasionally blow smoke into your face. 

the rest of the night went well with more humiliation being limited to having to kiss jake in truth or dare. that you could deal with. still giddy off of ni-ki’s skinship, your head had been in the cloud the entire time. the party had significantly calmed down and sunoo was ready to head home causing you to begin to look for mina and sunghoon. sunghoon had been doing his own thing the whole party, and mina had left the smoking room a bit ago. giving your goodbyes to sunoo, jake, and jungwon, you made your way down the stairs feeling triumphant when you did in fact, not fall. you scoured the party only seeing sunghoon’s tall figure in the corner, no mina in sight. you pushed past people to make your over to him.

“uh, sorry to interrupt.” you said hesitantly as sunghoon and jay talked. sunghoon immediately turned to you,

“no worries, whats up.”

“I think I’m ready to go home if that’s okay.” sunghoon put his beer bottle in jay’s hands and he gleefully downed the rest for him.

“yeah sure, just go find mina and we’ll leave.” you nodded and moved to search the party once more. you were having far more trouble placing were mina was as the house was rather large and mina was quite a bit shorter then sunghoon. walking down a hallway, you got away from the music a bit and could think a bit clearer. the weed from earlier though still clouded you mind, so the sounds of moaning didn’t quite reach your ears before you turned another corner and your heart dropped. mina’s back was to you, but her long dark hair was the first thing you saw. the second? ni-ki’s piercing dark eyes. with one hand up her shirt and the other shoved under her skirt, his eyes snapped straight to yours with his mouth clearly occupied. you watched frozen as mina pressed herself further into him and he used a hand to shove her head in between his shoulder and neck. his eyes never leaving yours, you watched as he smirked devilishly and undid the only tie holding mina’s shirt up causing her to moan into him and her shirt to flutter to the ground. you could feel bile begin to rise up into your throat as you finally tore yourself away from the horrid sight and stumbled back the way you came. your breathing rapidly increased as you felt saliva fill your mouth and vomit fell on the wooden floor of the hallway, mina’s moans still bouncing along the walls. in daze, you began stumbling out of the party and ran into sunghoon waiting outside. he looked up from his phone and immediately cringed at your appearance.

“dude… what happened?” you swallowed dryly and wiped some of the bile from your mouth with hand as tears welled in your eyes.

“I uh, I don’t think mina’s coming.” 

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the thoughts were all consuming. you weren’t special. you were average like you’ve been your whole life. no one would give you the attention you wanted and no one would give you a second glance. mina walked into the dorm in the early hours of that morning, stopping by you and giselle’s shared room to poke her head in. she scoffed at your appearance, covers shoved to the end of the bed, the dress you had worn that night still on, and makeup smeared with bile still on your face. you knew cause you hadn’t been able to sleep. you just laid awake, staring at the wall as giselle’s snores broke apart your blank thoughts. 

you’re not special

[gyuuberryy]

break the ice

pairing: tsundere!sunghoon x reader

summary: sunghoon shows that he dislikes your presence most of the time, but secretly he really appreciates your kind gestures. maybe he should’ve reciprocated it instead of pushing you away completely, because the aftermath was not pretty.

genre: tsundere and sunshine trope

warnings: lots of angst, fluff, mean!sunghoon, yelling, crying, toxic family relationship, slight mention of violence and divorce, very very very little swearing, lowercase intended

note: my first enhypen fic!!!!! i’m so excited to share this with you guys. this went a bit different than the prompt i made the poll on but it’s basically the same thing. enjoy! (also i might sound desperate but PLEASE interact with me i really need more friends here AHAHAhhhh)

word count: 3k ish

If you liked it please reblog or comment to give me your feedback! <3

a hand slammed on top of the wooden table where sunghoon’s head rested atop his arms. he slowly looked up, already knowing who it would be since you were the only one who ever approached him. 

“hi hoonie!”, you beamed at him in excitement. your nickname for him made his eyebrows furrow slightly, but he didn’t let his annoyance completely show on his stoic face.

“it’s early morning, why are you so happy?”, he grumbled.

you completely ignored his unenthusiastic response and placed a brown disposable box in front of him.

“i made some simple fried rice, i was running a bit late today.” you smiled and slid the box towards him when he didn’t react, “i hope you don’t mind!” 

when he realised that you weren’t going to move if he didn’t take the box, he sighed and stuffed it inside his schoolbag. your smile widened at his gesture but immediately fell when you looked at your watch.

“oh no i’m running late for my next class.” you waved at him, “i’ll see you at lunch!” 

sunghoon’s eyes followed your figure as you pushed past the people crowding at the entrance of the classroom and dashed off. his eyes glazed over in thought as he contemplated about why you even put up with him everyday, afterall you were a really jolly person who’s loved by everyone. and he, he was just loner with no emotions everso.

you both had met each other at the beginning of high school. you had approached him when you found him sitting alone at lunch on the first day. you mistook it for him being lonely but he pushed himself away from everyone on purpose. since then you’ve always been around him, constantly playing the part of a friend he didn’t ask for but secretly appreciated. he still remembers how upset you were when you found out he started skipping lunch in senior year, so you started making lunch for him everyday.

he sighed once again when his phone’s screen lit up with your text message. 

y/n:

hiii

i’m so sorry i won’t be able to visit you during lunch today TT

i have the club meeting for robotics

enjoy your lunch&lt;333

and don’t forget to recycle your lunchbox!!

Read:11:20AM

his lips turned up slightly at the cheery tone of your text, brightening his mood a bit.

the soles of his worn out shoes crunched on the fallen leaves as sunghoon sluggishly walked on the pavement. the cool january breeze blew gently, leaving a trail of goosebumps on his skin. he looked above him and watched as the sun sunk into the sky, lighting up into flames of orange and yellow which set the wispy clouds ablaze. he was broken out of his peaceful gazing by the shouts of his name. he paid no heed to it and continued walking towards the bus stop. stiffening when a hand grabbed his arm, he turned his head.

“hoon did you not hear me?”, you gasped out, panting for breath. falling into step with him you giggled, “i need to start running, i get tired so easily.”

sunghoon gave no reaction and continued to walk in silence. you noticed that he hadn’t made any attempt of moving your hand away from his arm and cheered mentally at the progress. observing his features, you frowned in worry becauset his eyes had dark circles under them and his lips looked really chapped. 

“did you not sleep well last night?” you jogged up in front of him and grabbed his face, “gosh your eyes are swollen.” 

sunghoon’s cheeks slowly turned a light shade of pink at the gentle way you were holding his face. he immediately pushed your hands away and resumed his walking, slightly increasing his pace so that you would not see him blushing. you eventually caught up with him and handed him a beige coloured lip balm stick.

“use this for your lips. i swear they’ll become smooth and soft overnight, just like they were!” you attempted to make a serious face but it looked more funny, “and drink lots of water, this is a sign that you’re dehydrated.”

sunghoon watched you carefully as you babbled on about some home remedy to get rid of dark circles, the ever present blank expression etched onto his face. he felt something bubble up inside of him that happened every time at the fact that you noticed even the slightest change that he went through. he felt cared for.

“thank you”, he spoke out softly.

you stopped in the middle of your sentence and your eyes widened at his words. this was probably the first time he ever said the words ‘thank you’ to you. you felt like you had achieved some sort of big accomplishment and your face immediately broke out into a wide smile.

this feeling lasted like a warm blanket over you both the entire day.

you had to miss out lunch once again the next week due to another robotics club meeting, which you were the vice president of. you had a free period currently so you decided to look for sunghoon since he was in the same class. after you found him missing from the classroom, you decided to go look for him at the benches he usually has his lunch at. maybe he decided to stretch it a bit longer?

you stopped on your way at a vending machine and got him his favourite cold coffee. smiling to yourself, you resumed walking. the school dance was coming up soon and you really wanted to attend it with sunghoon. so, you were going to do everything possible to get him to like you enough to be your date. and recently he had been slightly reciprocating your advances.

your face lit up when you found sunghoon right where you thought he would be. you were just about to call his name but stopped when you saw him holding the bento box you had given him today. you decided to watch secretly to see his reaction after eating the food cooked by you. he had never really given you any feedback about it, only taking the lunchboxes from you with a small huff.

your smile dropped when you saw him walk towards a dustbin and roughly throw the box in it. was the food not good? are you not hungry?

“do you do this every day?”

it looks like you voiced this thought out because sunghoon turned around and looked at you like a deer caught in headlights. this was probably the most noticeable expression you had ever seen on his usually blank face.

“are you okay? your eyes look really red.”

sunghoon remained quiet and just looked blankly at you. why did you still care about him when you clearly caught him throwing your food away. why were you the only one who was nice to him? he was trying really hard to control himself from lashing out on you but he couldn’t help it when you reached out to grab his face.

“will you stop this”, he yelled out in frustration.

“calm down hoonie-”

“stop it, just stop it!” he spat out in anger, “my name is sunghoon.”

just when you were about to open your mouth to say something, he cut you off once again.

“i’m so sick of everyone and everything. sick of you.”

a look of hurt momentarily flashed across your face as he pushed your hand away, but you immediately replaced it with a look of concern.

“what's wrong sunghoon? you never behave like this.”

“what’s wrong is that you won’t leave me alone.” he threw his arms in the air, “you’ve been constantly glued to me like a leech and i’m so damn sick of you.” 

you felt as if your heart was being run over by a bulldozer at his exclamations. you tried really hard not to cry in front of him but you were sure he had noticed your glossed over eyes. 

“you don’t mean that-”

“yes i do”, he gritted out. “and yes, i throw your food away everyday. i don’t want your meaningless pity.”

he watched as streams of tears rolled down your cheeks. 

he watched as the girl he cared for cried silently in front of him.

you bit your lip to prevent an ugly sob from bursting out, “i’ll leave you alone then, if that’s what you think about my feelings for you.” 

looking down at your shoes you walked towards the dustbin and chucked the bottle of cold coffee you had bought for him inside it. “might as well throw this away since you don’t want my pity do you.”

tears blurred your vision as you looked at sunghoon one last time and walked away, muttering about how it was a good thing you didn’t ask him out to the dance.

but this did not go unheard by him. 

once you were gone, he dropped to the hard floor on his knees and covered his mouth with the sleeve of his sweater as he sobbed. he had done it once again. he pushed away one of the few people who truly cared about him.

his tears dropped to the floor, creating wet patches. and his heart felt like it was being ripped apart.

once again.

today was a very happy day for sunghoon. he had finally gotten rid of what was troubling him the most. 

now he had finally decided to apologise and make it up to you. 

the past few days had been torture for him. he deeply regretted acting out like that the other day. he felt like he was going crazy without your presence and whenever he saw you around school, you turned the other way and avoided him, making him feel even worse. he finally understood your importance. and maybe even about his feelings for you.

people looked at him in shock as he weaved through the crowd at the corridors with a bright smile on his face. the park sunghoon, who was always depressed was smiling today? this was shocking for sunghoon himself, but he couldn’t stop imagining what your reaction would be when he would ask you out to the dance.

he walked into the class where your first period took place and found you looking out the window with your chin on your fist. you were silently gazing outside, lost in your thoughts while your friends were excitedly talking about the dance. 

their chatter immediately died down to whispers upon sunghoon’s arrival. his figure loomed over you, blocking the sunlight, but you made no effort to look up. he cleared his throat awkwardly when you remained unmoving from your position.

“what?”, you grumbled out.

sunghoon felt something pull at his heart when he saw you turn around. he noticed how puffy your eyes were and how your face had red irritated scratches from constantly rubbing it. a wave of guilt washed over him as he realised that he was probably the cause for it.

“hi”, he spoke out meekly.

you were surprised to find him standing in front of you because you did not expect him to talk let alone even approach after what he did last week. you were even more surprised at the fact that he had a shy expression on his face. he did not look like the cold boy he usually was.

you scowled, “what do you want sunghoon?”

he flinched at the lack of your use of his nickname and your cold tone. your usually bright and cheery persona took a complete turn today. it wasn’t your fault though, he expected this reaction after what he did to you the other day.

a perplexed look overtook your features as you watched him place a glittery, yellow, heart shaped box in front of you. this emanated giggles from your friends, making sunghoon rub the back of his neck nervously.

“i’m really sorry for the other day.” he gulped, “i baked some cookies for you. i don’t know if they’re nice since it was my first time so..” he trailed off at the blank look you had on your face. 

“you really remind me of the colour yellow so i-”

“sunghoon please stop.” you sighed, “you told me i was clingy so i stopped approaching you.”

“i didn’t-”

“i really don’t understand why you’re doing this now”, you cut him off. “just go away.” with that, you turned back to the window.

sunghoon was just about to reply when the ringing of the bell interrupted him. he panicked as everyone moved around to settle in their seats. he had no choice but to leave now. 

with a heavy heart, he walked out of the class

you were filling your bottle at the water cooler when someone tapped your shoulder. you were kind of hoping it was sunghoon, but when you turned around you were met with jake. he was the president of the robotics club you were a part of.

“hi y/n”, he gave you a toothy grin.

you smiled back, “hey jake! what's up?”

your eyes widened when he grabbed your hand and placed a big bar of chocolate. 

“i really like you and want to take you to the dance.” his grin widened, “will you go with me?” 

before you could comprehend what was happening a voice laced with poison spoke up behind you.

“no she won’t.”

the voice belonged to sunghoon who grabbed your wrist gently and pulled you away from jake. you shook his grip off of you when he stopped at the benches where you would meet up with him at lunch.

“what the hell sunghoon? why did you bring me here?”

he didn’t respond and only stared at you with a furious glint in his eye. his face was twisted up into an angry expression as he questioned you.

“were you going to go with him?”

you scoffed in disbelief, “why do you even care? aren’t you sick of me?” 

sunghoon’s face fell at your words that repeated what he said to you the other day. he remained silent and just stared at your face. you closed your eyes and shook your head.

“just stay out of my business if you don’t care about me”

you had just turned around to walk away when a pair of hands snaked around your waist and pulled you back into a warm chest.

“i’m sorry, please stay”, sunghoon’s voice came out muffled as his face was buried in your shoulder. 

you were sure that your heart was going to explode any moment now from the intimate position you both were in. sunghoon had barely ever even held your hand and now he was back hugging you. you couldn’t stop yourself from blushing like a beet.

“w-what are you doing?”

sunghoon panicked and immediately removed his hands from you, assuming that he was making you uncomfortable. you frowned at the loss of contact and turned around.

“sunghoon, you’re really confusing me.”

he froze for a few moments then took a deep breath and began his explanation.

“that day..” he looked you in the eyes, “i didn’t mean anything i said.”

you looked at him intently, urging him to continue.

“you know how my parents got divorced last year right?”

you nodded. his mom was really toxic and controlling and used to emotionally abuse sunghoon’s dad. she was an alcoholic and sometimes lost control of herself leading to her showcasing violent behaviour. with the support of their friends and family, sunghoon’s dad had finally gained enough courage to divorce her.

“yeah so my mom has been fighting for custody of my little sister.” his voice cracked, “and at that time things looked good for her.”

he sniffed and looked down at his feet, “neither my sister nor did we want her to live with my mom. she would’ve ruined her life as well.”

“i took my anger out on you instead and i feel really horrible about it. you’ve been nothing but kind to me since day one, even after how coldly i treated you.”

his eyes welled up with tears and turned red as he tried to stop himself from crying. he looked so broken and hurt right now, and you wanted nothing more than to hold him. and so you did.

wrapping your arms around his torso you tried to calm him down by rubbing his back. he slowly reciprocated your gesture

you spoke softly, “i’m so sorry you had to go through this hoon. you and your family deserve none of this”

he sighed in relief at your reuse of his nickname and tightened his grip around you. your words were simple, but comforted him like no other.

“it’s okay, everything is fine now. my dad won the case and i finally feel relieved for once.”

you pulled back from him at the revelation and smiled in glee.

“really? that’s amazing, i’m so happy for you!”

you were back to your normal, jolly personality which sent a surge of joy through sunghoon, making him give you a full smile. you gasped in surprise.

“oh my god, your smile is so pretty!”

sunghoon’s cheeks turned rosy at your compliment and shyly buried his face in the crook of your neck, making you giggle. who knew a boy who behaved so coldly was such a softie.

“i never threw out your food by the way, except for that day because i had no appetite”, he stated guiltily. “you are an amazing cook.”

“thank you sunghoon, but”, you paused. “i don’t think we can be friends.”

sunghoon pulled away from you in alarm. did he mess things up that badly?

“not after those amazing cookies you gave me.” you pecked his cheek softly, “you have to promise to be mine.”

sunghoon chuckled in relief, “you really got me there.” 

“i promise to be yours, love.”

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 ©𝗴𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗿𝘆𝘆 on Tumblr

˚ · .𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱

[woahsehun]

☆ enhypen texts ☆

- sending them “I love my boyfriend” memes - pt.1

members - heeseung, jay, and jake

link to pt.2 at the bottom of the post :)

includes - fluff, crack, mentions of kissing and whatever, and I always try to do gender neutral reader but if I slip up sometimes I’m sorry! <3

also gonna note that when I say “I love my boyfriend” memes I mean that very loosely lmaooo

*reminder that I do not write for niki

anyways, enjoy besties ilu 🫶

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆ ☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・

heeseung

jay

jake

*additional jake texts I’m putting separately bc they’re not really gender neutral

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆ ☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・

alright that is all for now :)

I hope you all enjoyed, and if you did here’s pt.2 with sunghoon, sunoo, and jungwon ☺️

have a great day/night everyone ! 🫶💗

[gxhaode]

Chapter 14

⋆｡°✩-*twirls hair* and then what aha

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A/N:im about to get on an airplane so im posting this chapter wayyyy earlier😭

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[blackhairedjjun]

i am begging people on this site, especially new kpop fic writers, to use tags properly. only put tags that are relevant to your post.

i am SO TIRED of the tags i follow being clogged with unrelated shit because someone thinks it's a good idea to spam tag their posts with everything kpop-related even if it isn't remotely related to what the post is about. all it does is make the tag page useless! you are making it harder for people to look for what they actually want to see!!

IF YOUR FIC DOESN'T ACTUALLY CONTAIN SMUT, DON'T TAG IT AS SMUT. i am SICK of people tagging their sfw fluff or angst fics or even fics that are only a tiny bit suggestive with smut because they think it will give it more reach. you know what that does? it means that people who have smut tags blacklisted CAN'T TRUST THEIR BLACKLIST AT ALL. how the hell am i supposed to know if my blacklist is working properly if people keep tagging their sfw fics as smut? and i can deal with it fine bc i'm an adult anyway, but what about minors who are repeatedly told not to interact with smut posts? and then you hide all the sfw posts in the smut tags anyway so minors can't even reliably tell what they should and shouldn't interact with.

stop hijacking the tumblr tag system to treat it like an algorithm, it's a tool for navigation and filtering. the more you misuse it the worse you make it for everyone on this site.

[j-jinxee]

[ ⟡​ ] — NEEDY 4 U,,

NSFW under the cut! ⊹ Heeseung x Reader

✦ [warnings – masturbation, cumming, swearing, oral (m receiving), fake fantasies]

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"mm-fuck baby, ah! You're too good to me." Heeseung praised your mouth working up and down his cock, getting him closer and closer to his high. He glanced down at you through his tired eyes, being met with the sight of you taking his length down your throat so well.

Looking away before it became too much for him, fuck he was close, so ready to shoot his cum down your throat and make you swallow. His hands went down to gently grip your hair, gathering it to make a half ass pony tail as he used the leverage to push your head down further.

"mm-mmm~ fuck!" Heeseungs abs started to tense, his whole body feeling like it was on fire, all due to your pretty little warm mouth. He felt the way your tongue worked him perfectly, running along the veins on his shaft, teasing his tip with your lips, you knew exactly how to get him worked up. His balls tightened as he felt himself tip off the edge.

"mm-ah! fuckfuckfuck-" his head span as he began to see stars. Thick ropes of hot, white cum were shot down your throat, only satisfying Seung more when you swallowed and licked up every last drop. His chest rose and fell, attempting to catch his breath that was taken by that intense orgasm. "ahhhhh fuck baby."

His eyes finally opened.

Heeseung's vision was cloudy, head spinning from his eyes being screwed shut for so long. Yet again, being met with a disappointing, shameful sight.

His hand and stomach covered in semen, sweat dripping from his forehead, and his phone laying next to him, your contact open.

Fuck, he did it again. All wrapped up in his own thoughts and fantasies of you, ending with him being a tired, needy mess. You'd texted him a few hours ago when he was busy, just asking how he was and all that. He hadn't responded yet, coming home and immediately relieving himself to the thought of you.

"I'm great thanks, what're you up to tn?"

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THIS WAS SHORT I KNOW I just wanted to upload SOMETHING for enhypen hehe. My first Jake onehsot is nearly done hehe and I'm planning my Sunoo series so :D stay tuned hehe merci 🫶🏻

[soobnny]

24 hour stream — lhs.

trope. established relationship. streamer!au

synopsis. you think it’s adorable how heeseung seems to be fighting his exhaustion in favor of being with you as you finish your twenty-four hour stream (1.1k words)

[4:27 AM]

The monitor of your computer is bright, reflecting rather harshly on your face as you fight to keep awake while entertaining chat. The room is much lonelier than it was hours ago – Winter and Ningning had dropped by earlier to join you for your stream, playing in real life games and taste testing hot wings on different scales of spicy. 

They left with Winter’s upset stomach grumbling and Ningning laughing as she escorted the pair of them back to their shared home. After they left, you decided to queue up some Valorant to shave some time off of your 24-hour goal. 

Currently, your clock is mockingly situated by your set-up, screaming the time and reminding you that you only have a few hours left until you’ve accomplished your 24-hour stream. You had long finished Valorant and were just talking to chat, searching for another game that you could play by yourself that’s still entertaining to the people viewing your stream.

To battle the exhaustion and tiredness in your system (with the hint of a headache you had briefly mentioned to chat), you decide that playing a horror game would be an appropriate choice. Chat’s been requesting you do a horror stream for a while, and you realize now might be a good time to do it.

You first hear it midgame, when you’ve paused to recover from the horrifying monster design that was chasing your character. Your head snaps towards the direction of your door, staring at it to see if you’ve heard right. Thinking that it was just part of the background soundtrack of the game, you turn back to your monitor.

The second time, it’s unmistakable. 

“I think someone’s knocking on my door, chat.”

As if to confirm your suspicions, the knocks come back and in goes Lee Heeseung, your bleary and half-asleep boyfriend who makes his way towards where you’re sat.

“Hi!” You greet him, surprised he was still awake at this hour. He had just done a long stream and finished only a few hours ago – you assumed he wouldn’t be awake until afternoon. Maybe something had woken him up? 

It doesn’t take long before Heeseung’s plaguing your monitor with his presence, breezing his lips across your forehead to press a soft kiss on your cold skin. Then, placing a careful hand on your shoulder, he hands you a newly refilled bottle of water and a pill. 

“Here, take some medicine.” Heeseung pays no mind to chat, pushing his hand in your direction and offering you a strict gaze before a warm smile follows. You take it from him confused, staring down at it before you look back at your boyfriend. “You came here just to give me medicine?” 

“You mentioned on-stream that your head was aching.”

“You were watching my stream?” Even after years of being in a relationship with Heeseung, he never failed to trigger your heart into a million cartwheels. 

Heeseung hums, eyelids starting to drop again and your heart warms at the sight of him trying to fight it. “Now drink up and get better, okay?” You nod your head, placing the medicine on your tongue before swallowing it down.

“Oh, it’s so cold.” You say in amusement when your hands make contact with the bottled water, immediately placing it down by your side after taking a few gulps. Then, your lips drop into a pout, holding onto his hand which he happily offers. “Babe, I’m so tired.” 

“Do you want coffee?” Heeseung offers thoughtfully, looking down at you and giving you every bit of his attention despite exhaustion chasing after him. 

“No, I don’t think so.”

“I can make you one. No?” 

You hum. “It’s okay.”

“Alright. Are you cold?” 

“Only a little.”

It seems your response triggers Heeseung to leave your room briefly (not without a kiss on the crown of your head) before coming back with one of his hoodies, wrapping you in its incredibly soft cloth. 

Your boyfriend’s sweet gestures don’t go unnoticed, causing an instant frenzy in your chat.

heeyn4ever: the way i cried

imgaylol: MUST BE NICE

breadlover: where’d my toaster go

gardenclub: my therapist cant help me but heeseung could

Trying not to disturb you and your stream any further, he gently pulls another chair from your room, dragging it towards where you’re seated before plopping down – just enough so he isn’t really seen on your stream.

“Hi chat.” Heeseung greets your chat respectfully, waving and blinking a few times to try and let their comments and responses sink in. “Sorry for stealing my girlfriend for a bit.” 

“You’re staying?”

“Figured you could use some company.”

You smile gratefully at him, feeling him lean his head against your shoulder, tired eyes fixed on the screen of your monitor and urging you to continue the game you had been playing earlier so he didn’t disturb chat. Your fingers rest on the controllers, pressing the necessary buttons to navigate through the map. One of Heeseung’s hands is cradling the back of your head, and every once in a while, he would brush the stubborn pieces of hair in front of your face and place a sweet kiss on the side of your head. 

His eyes open again after closing them briefly, leaning comfortably against your shoulder and following along your character in the game. You adore him, and you think he’s so adorable, and you can tell he’s extremely tired. You can tell because he keeps yawning, eyes disengaged from time to time as he goes over chat. 

Sensing your gaze, Heeseung slowly looks back at you. His lips twitch into a smile. He murmurs, voice heavy with fatigue. “Why’d you stop playing?”

“I can’t seem to get past this part.” 

“Here, let me help you.”

You pause to widen your smile. “Hee, you don’t have to. I know you’re tired. You should get to bed.” He stares at you, eyes droopy and warm as you speak. His pink lips form into a gentle pout at your words. 

“How many hours left til your stream ends?”

“Just 6 hours more.”

“I can handle 6 hours. I’ll just be quietly sitting here if you need anything.” Heeseung waves goodbye to chat before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead as he moves away again.

[10:00 AM] 

Your 24-hour stream ends, and as promised, Heeseung is seated by you. He endured the long hours to make sure he was there if you needed anything — food, water, or just his company as someone you can talk to so you wouldn’t fall asleep.

His ears perk up when you bid farewell to chat, and then he’s standing.

“Bye, chat.” His hand comes into your monitor’s view, waving politely. When you shut off your stream, Heeseung is quick to pick you up in his arms. “I finally have you to myself.” 

“Mhm, all yours again.”

“Never wanna share you with chat for 24 hours again. No more 24 hour streams.”

“Never wanna share you with chat for 24 hours again. No more 24 hour streams.” 

[panjakes]

Can I get dad!Yoongi comes back from tour and his daughter and black wife come pick him up from the airport? Also I love your writing❤️

Thank you!!!❤️🫶🏼

Yoongi couldn’t wait for this damn plane to land and everyone could tell. Jimin who was sitting next to him smirked before nudging him a bit.

“Can’t wait too see the family?” He asks

“It’s been a while since I’ve physically seen them…and I just wanna be in my bed” he mumbles making jimin laugh

“Yeah I feel you” jimin says making yoongi side eye him

“Well, on the bed part” jimin says making yoongi nod and chuckle

Before he could respond the flight attendant announced they would be landing soon. Yoongi didn’t wait to pull out his phone sending you a quick text.

Not wasting time to get his overhead bag and getting into the isle to get off the plane. The rest of the members laughing at his excitement

After being the first person off the plane, yoongi did wait for his members who met him inside the airport.

Staring down at the watch on his wrist looking at the time

“Are you going to eat? I want food” jungkook says as the rest of the members walk over to yoongi

“Took you long enough” yoongi mumbles taking the sunglasses off his face

“We get it! You miss the family! Gosh” Jin says rolling his eyes as they start to walk

“Don’t be upset because you don’t have your own family to go home to.” Yoongi mumbles

Yoongi looked around the empty airport. It was slightly dark outside and there was surprisingly no cameras and no army inside which he was glad for

He looked down at his phone to see where you parked.

Stepping outside in front of the airport yoongi and the guys looked around for you and the tiny angel.

Yoongi couldn’t help but smile when he looked over across the street and seen you holding your three year old daughter who was holding a sign with different colors and sparkles.

“Mommy!! It’s daddy!” He heard her scream

“I know babygirl! Let’s go get him” you say smiling at her

Yoongi waited for the two of you to cross the street. Your daughter kicked her legs ready to get out your arms and into yoongi's.

"daddy!! Hi!" She shouts waving her tiny hand

"Hi princess" Yoongi says pulling you and the small child into a hug. Leaning over to kiss your forehead then your daughters. Yoongi sighs in relief at finally being home

"Look!" Your daughter says holding up the sign she made almost hitting you with it

"she insisited that we make you a sign" You say playfully rolling your eyes

"It pretty?" she ask looking at yoongi with her big wide eyes. He chuckles before running his hand through her curls

"Very pretty princess. Whats going on with your hair?" Yoongi asks noticing her hair wasnt in its usual twist or braids with beads

"She gave me a hard time when I tried to do it. So shes rocking the baby fro" You say

"Hey yn you cooking?" Jungkook asks walking over to the three of you

"Excuse you? Cant say hello to my wife?" Yoongi asks

"Dont do that, me and yn are cool like that. I'm just hungry" Jungkook says waving yoongi off

"Uncle Kookie!"

"Hi pea! Where you good for mommy?" He asks taking your daughter from yoongi,

"Yeah!" She screams excitedly

"Yeah Im cooking but it'll be later. Me and ava had pancakes" You say pushing her air out of her face

"Yeah later, now go away so I can have my family to myself" Yoongi says grabbing ava from jungkook

Jungkook glares at him before smacking his lips and looking over at you.

"He cried the third day on tour because he said he missed you guys" Jungkook says pointing at yoongi who smacks his lips

"I did not" Yoongi says

"He did, the stylist had to redo his makeup he was crying so much" Jungkook says making yoongi push him a little bit

"Get out of here" He says making jungkook laugh and leave

"I did not cry" Yoongi mumbles

"well Ava did" you say making her gasp

“Mommy! Stop!” She says feeling embarrassed

“Yeah mommy stop! She’s a big girl” yoongi says making your daughter agree

“Yeah whatever, get in the car I know your tired” you say patting his back

“Daddy can we play?” Ava asks

“Ava daddy’s tired you can play tomorrow” you say walking over to the car

“No tomorrow” she says pouting as yoongi puts her into her car seat

“It’s okay princess we can play all night” yoongi says kissing her forehead making her giggle

You shrug going over to the drivers side to open it but yoongi quickly shuts it and shakes his head

“What’re you doing?” You ask

“I’m driving” he says

“No baby your tired. I can drive” you say

Yoongi ignores you taking the keys from your hand and pushes you over to the passenger. You sigh and obey anyway.

The car ride home was filled with you filling yoongi in on what happened while he was gone. Everything was about Ava but yoongi was glad to hear.

Once you three were settled inside the house, Ava immediately pulled yoongi too her big pink purple and yellow room filled with every toy a three year old could have

While you were in the kitchen you couldn’t help but smile as you heard Ava’s loud giggles. Sooner or later the giggles were no longer heard.

Just as you turned off the stove, you walk upstairs to Ava’s room to find yoongi in her tiny bed and her in his lap. You take out your phone taking a pictures smiling. You knew he was tired.

Before you could wake him up you heard someone knock on the door. You go down the stairs to open it to find jungkook

“Oh so you was serious about getting this plate” you say letting him in

“Of course! Where’s yonngi and Pea?” He asks

“Asleep. They played for about two hours” you say going to make his plate

“Really? Alright I won’t bother y’all. I’ll get my plate and go” jungkook says following you too the kitchen

“Take some to jimin and taehyung” you say handing him the extra plates

“Nah I think I’ll keep them to myself” he says laughing

“Bye jungkook” you say laughing

“Bye Yn! Thanks for the food” he says opening the door and leaving.

You make yoongi and Ava’s plate putting them in the microwave knowing they’d probably wake up at the same time and want to eat.

After cleaning the kitchen you go back to Ava’s room to check on the two. They were still sleeping just in a new position that made you laugh.

Yoongi was on his back with his feet hanging off the end off the tiny bed with Ava laying on his back.

You don’t say anything. You just take another picture and go to your bedroom. Quickly showering and getting dressed.

Getting into the bed yoongi wasn’t far behind

“Wassup baby” you say making him glare at you

“Ain’t no wassup, why didn’t you wake me up to get in the REAL bed” he says making you chuckle

“You looked comfortable so I left you alone” you say shrugging

“Bullshit. You know that plastic bullcrap isn’t comfortable. Plus Ava kicked me in the mouth” he says rubbing at his jaw

“How?” You ask chuckling

“I don’t know but I do know I’m going to bed” he says climbing into the bed throwing his arm around your waist

“Okay goodnight” you say turning off your lamp and turning you attention back to Netflix

Soon enough yoongi was back lightly snoring and you were watching some reality show on Netflix. Not even 25 minutes later Ava came into the room with a pout

“Mommy!! Daddy left again!” She says sadly

“No he didn’t he’s right here baby” you say pointing to the sleeping man

She peeks over and immediately runs over to the big king size bed. She tries her hardest to get into the bed but she just couldn’t so she pats yoongis leg

“Daddy! Help” she says making you giggle at her cute little voice

Yoongi groans grabbing her from under her arms and putting her in between the two off you. He kisses her forehead and pats her stomach

“Go to sleep pea” he mumbles

“Okay” she mumbles snuggling closer to yoongi

You smile at the two before turning the tv off and snuggle into your daughter and yoongi.

[honeytbz]

you give me butterflies . . . tyla

you play with your fingers as you see him. you sip your coffee, playing it cool. pretending you're not sweating due to his attractiveness. your stomach swarms with butterflies. he sits down across from you.

“hey baby, how was work?” you ask. despite him being your boyfriend of three years, you still get butterflies. he responds about his work endeavors, although you can hear the sounds leave his plump lips, you can't seem to focus on what he’s ranting about; you have been captivated by him.

[4am-enha]

Return home.

description/tags: y/n moved away a few years go, but now she’s back temporarily and she’s ready give this school one last chance after her traumatic past. at least, she thought she was.

lengthy one shot, enhypen niki, high school bully, tsundere, timid reader stops giving a f, tiny angst/heaviness, confession, fluff, she/her pronouns used, protective, self insert (y/n), fast paced, enemies to..??

pairing: student bully tsundere? niki x victim student reader (fem)

warnings: strong language, bullying, teasing, a little angsty at some point?, a LOT of dialogue toward the end like A LOT, v fast paced because i wanted to keep it as a one shot not a full fic, cliffhanger!

wc ≈ 5k

note: sorry if this is kinda lame cheesy or cringe, i didn’t want to over step while writing about niki. also if you get confused- honestly me too. just ignore any mistakes 🙏🏻. i hope it’s okay~!!

Preview begins here!

You were quite aware of the possibility that you may draw a bit of attention today from people that might actually remember you, because in all actuality you had shown up out of nowhere completely unannounced after your sudden disappearance a while ago. But that’s if anyone really cared to take any note of your existence; it’s not like they ever had done before.

As long as that damned Nishimura kid wasn’t around- you’d be okay.

Preview ends here! Read more below

The overpowering smell of wet dirt where you can’t really figure out if you kind of like it or absolutely hate it. The uncomfortable feeling of your school uniform being all tight and stuck to you, itching here and there because of the humidity after a long week of constant heavy rain. The puddles that make sure to get your shoes soaked and grimy, seeping a little dampness into your socks somehow for the rest of the day and not forgetting to leave muddy, watery footprints and squeaky noises everywhere you go in the building. The urge to just go home, shower, and change into comfy clothes. Yeah, you were back alright.

It had been a few years since you were not only last seen in this country and this all too familiar area, but also this lame ass school. To your surprise, the school had unfortunately not crumbled to the ground yet. Although you really wish it had- especially at this very moment. You thought maybe if you manifest it and walk slow enough, it might just collapse. But of course, it didn’t.

All you could hear right now were chants, yells, and whining coming from every direction. Near and far, students were causing usual havoc while waiting for the bell to command them to class. Years ago it would have made you sick to the stomach with anxiety, but right now you were just so fed up about having to be here again you couldn’t care less about anyone around you. Who knew it was this easy to ignore when you’re caught up in your own head. And in all honesty, it was no shocker to probably absolutely anybody, but especially not to you, to see that the students of this school were still something like hell spawn. How nice it is to see the students still terrorising the teachers to the point they cry and leave even after all this time.

Home sweet home.

You were quite aware of the possibility that you may draw a bit of attention today from people that might actually remember you, because in all actuality you had shown up out of nowhere completely unannounced after your sudden disappearance a while ago. But that’s if anyone really cared to take any note of your existence; it’s not like they ever had done before.

Fortunately, you were a little older now, used to this whole high school shit, and you could actually tolerate the majority of kids here. You had become skilled at just ignoring things until they went away. Besides, it’s not like you’d be here for that long.

Just as long as that damned Nishimura kid wasn’t around- you’d be okay.

Hold on, let’s rewind a little.

A few years ago, you were told for the first time in your life that you’d not only be moving house, but moving to an entirely different country away from the one you had spent your whole childhood in growing up. You were only about a year into your high school life when the news dropped.

You knew your fathers job required your family to move around often- but you had gotten lucky and had ended up never actually having to move around until now. But you weren’t sad for long. In fact, you were delighted to get away from this place. Why? Because recently, it was making you so miserable.

As soon as high school began, your whole life changed. You had faced some major teasing from time to time- always being kind of a loner, but for most of your first year of high school, you were bullied hard. You were teased and treated like some stupid baby, your things got taken and thrown, sometimes you’d be “ding-dong-ditched”, and for months the insults and comments never ended. It got to the point you had begged and pleaded for your parents to transfer you to a different school. Though now they didn’t need to, because you were moving across the globe.

You soon started your new life in a new school, new country, with new people- and it was going amazing. Suddenly, you had a ton of friends, and people actually wanted to be around you. It was such a change from what you had faced in your home country, and it felt like luxury. But you couldn’t make too many friends or really get too close to anyone, because ever since you moved the first time, it seemed like suddenly your family just had to keep moving every year or so.

You looked at the bright side though, you travelled often, got cool life experiences, and you had the rare opportunity to constantly start fresh again at each new school you started. As long as you weren’t going to that fucking school back home it was fine. You’d most likely never have to go there again, right?

But that didn’t work out so well.

Because just a few weeks ago, you were told you were temporarily moving back home, and that while you were there you’d have to attend that cursed old school again. For a while, you were so angry about it, and to be honest- you still are today. But you were relieved because you had been recently informed that the usual group of kids that used to bully you were all gone now. All except two. One of them being Nishimura Niki, famous for making your life hell since middle school.

Niki wasn’t the worst of the batch, but he was definitely the most irritating. He was always the one that would tease you like a little kid, always taking your stuff and calling you names just to get a reaction out of you. You never understood what you had ever done to him- or anybody for that matter, but you never tried to find out either. You had just let it happen. The others had always just been mean because they bullied everyone ‘below’ them, but Niki only seemed to just pick on you. God knows why he chose to target you, but it was damn tiring.

So now here you are.

Standing outside the school you thought you’d never have to see again.

Waiting to begin your, as you would call it, “jail sentence”.

The bell finally echoed throughout the rusty buildings and everyone swarmed toward the doors. Some heading straight to class, and others finding a great hiding spot to skip classes for the day. You kept your head down, not risking drawing any attention until you got into the classroom.

The teacher greeted you warmly. It was a new teacher, one that must have begun working here during the time you were living your best life elsewhere. You took a seat close to the window and finally had the guts to lift your head and look around.

You let out a heavy sigh of relief as you scanned around with your eyes and realised nobody in here knew who you were. You sat up and dropped your shoulders from their incredibly tense position and smiled to yourself. Maybe things really had changed and you could pretend like you’d never been here before. You were good at starting fresh, since you’d been doing it for the past couple years now.

The class shortly began and you feel yourself slowly relaxing as you realise you’ve already read the book they’re discussing today, so you already know all the answers to any possible questions that would be asked of you. Thankfully, the classroom is peaceful and light. The other students aren’t causing much trouble since it’s the first class of the day and everyone’s half asleep still. That’s until abruptly, the classroom door swings open and someone tumbles in loudly. A young boy, who kind of looks famili-

“Mr. Nishimura. You’re late, as always.”

Your heart drops to your ass at the sound of his name and you swiftly duck down, pretending like you’re taking something out of the bag beside your chair. Peeking slightly at him, but not enough for him to be able to see your face.

“Got stuck in traffic” he shrugs.

“You’re not old enough to drive,” the teacher's tone was clearly plastered in annoyance, not believing any words that could possibly come from his sarcastic mouth.

“My parents drove me, duh.”

“Everyone knows you live just across the road from the school, Niki,” the teacher sighs and the class giggles quietly amongst themselves, “I will let it slide that you’re late again as it's not quite been five minutes yet, but don’t you lie to me again young man.”

Niki just shrugged it off like before and began to walk toward his assigned seat near the front of the classroom, thankfully way out of the vision field of where you were currently sitting. Hesitantly, you eventually made your way back up to sitting normally again, but you could definitely say goodbye to your little relaxation sesh. This ‘stress free’ class suddenly just became the hardest one of your entire day and a close cause of fatal cardiac arrest.

Why the actual hell was HE here? It was as if it was a sick joke. It just had to be the class you were in. Even though it was technically his class before yours, the coincidence was uncanny. You needed to switch out fast. A visit to the school counsellors office certainly wasn’t on your agenda today, but now it was crucial. There was no way you could spend another day in this classroom; barely another minute.

You spent the rest of the entire class dodging whenever Niki would turn slightly or talk to someone behind him. Somehow, you had made it to the end of the class without him noticing you there. Everyone got up as the bell chimed and rushed toward the classroom exit, but you hovered behind just a few seconds to make sure you were way behind Niki. And you nearly made it, but just before you could leave you heard your teacher call out to you.

“Y/n! You almost forgot these papers.”

You felt like slamming your head into a wall. So much for avoiding any attention. You made your way back toward the teacher and took the papers, looking behind you a few times to see if Niki had heard it, but he was already out of sight. You’d gotten away with it on a call way too close for comfort.

“Make sure they get signed by the end of the week~!” the teacher reminded you cheerfully.

“Will do, thanks,” you nodded and headed out.

You took a few steps forward away from the classroom when Nishimura Niki swung himself in front of you. He must have heard your name, and even worse, he had waited for you.

“Is that really you? y/n?”

For a moment you panicked, feeling your ears heat up and eyes widen with fear. But then you collected yourself. There was no way you would let this little bastard get in your way again. You decided just to brush him off by going around him and keep on walking. Though he really wasn’t so little anymore. In fact, he was really really fucking tall and he looked more intimidating than he had ever been.

“It is, isn't it? I can’t believe it y/n. It was a bit rude that I didn’t even get a jump scare warning, but wow, you really still exist?” his words trailed behind you, following you.

“No, obviously I don’t,” you muttered, words dripping with sarcasm. You weren’t supposed to be responding, but you honestly couldn’t resist it.

“You still think you’re smart huh? I’d say that’s pretty dumb of you y/n” he scoffed.

“Sounds like you’re projecting,” you replied back.

Niki was quiet for just a second. You had completely changed since the last time he had remembered you. You still looked the same in his eyes, but your personality had taken a full turn. Usually, you’d be yelling at him to go away by now, or hiding from him. He still remembered the time he had snatched your cute little wrist watch from you for just a few minutes and the way your lips trembled as you tried to hold back your tears pleading that he give it back. He had felt bad for a minute back then, but only then. And you’d never know about it. But where did this new confidence come from? And why was it kind of attractive? Niki shook his head, racing in front of you again to face you.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You sighed and involuntarily rolled your eyes slightly, not surprised he was doing something like this. It was very Niki coded to stand in front of someone’s way annoying them when he wasn’t being paid enough attention. One thing you now realised was how stupid it was that you used to react so much to him and his lame shots at you. Because right now, this was pathetic and more than just a little cringe.

“You know American high school movies aren't great tutorials on how to be a bully right? Unless of course you’re intentionally trying to be a walking ick, otherwise you’re doing a great job.”

“What does that even mean?”

You giggled at your own joke and shrugged at him, taking a sharp turn closer towards your next class. As expected, he continued to get in your way.

“Stop with that annoying fucking giggle. And I’m not finished talking to you yet,” he snapped.

“It’s a good thing I wasn’t listening anyway then. Move Nishimura.”

“You still remember my name?” Niki’s eyes widened, stuttering for a split second and his stance softening up a little.

“Nope.”

“But you just said it-”

You shrugged again and entered your classroom, taking a deep breath of relief as the door shut behind you- leaving Niki out in the hallway confused as ever. Maybe it wasn’t going to be that bad after all, but you knew he wouldn’t stop there.

“You wanna play this again, then we can play Nishimura,” you thought to yourself.

—-

Niki couldn’t stop thinking about what had just happened, and how you had even ended up back here years later out of nowhere. Why didn’t he know? It was bad enough that you had up and left without a goodbye (not that he deserved one), but to show up again? And to just keep brushing him off like he wasn’t even there? It majorly pissed him off.

‘Move Nishimura.’

Besides his teachers, you had been (and supposedly still were) the only one to ever call him that. He had never understood why you barely ever just called him by his first name. You always called him Nishimura when he had pissed you off, and it only made him want to annoy you more just to hear it again. It sounded so different from you and it made you stand out from everyone else he knew; he hated it. God he hated it so much.

Niki replayed the image in his head of you ducking and hiding from him earlier when he had first got to class. It took everything in him not to act like he’d just seen a ghost when he recognized your presence. Yes, he had seen it all. You in fact had not gotten away with it after all. Seriously you were so stupid for thinking that was going to work, anybody would have noticed a whole new ass student in the classroom. He had just played along with it because it was funny to watch you desperately try to avoid his gaze and almost get whiplash pretending you were looking elsewhere. Did he really have that sort of effect on you? Perhaps you weren’t as composed as you tried to act in front of him anyway, it made him chuckle lightly thinking about it.

“Whatcha thinkin ‘bout?” The girl beside Niki interrupted his thoughts. It was one of his ‘friends’, who secretly Niki didn’t like at all but stuck around her to stay on her good side. She was another one of y/n’s notorious bullies. The other one out of the two still attending this school, and possibly the worst one. She scared everyone, including Niki sometimes. She basically ruled the whole school somehow.

“Your mother,” Niki grumbled at her, earning a hard shove.

“Whatever man, stop dozing off. I need someone to talk to. I'm bored as hell,” the infamous companion complained.

—-

You were right about Niki not stopping there, but fucking hell he was giving it his everything.

It was sort of admirable that he was dedicating that much effort and time to you, if it wasn’t for the fact he just wanted to annoy the shit out of you and attempt to ruin your day.

After the boy had found out you were back, he didn’t waste a second teasing you. He had stolen your phone a few times, turned your backpack inside out when you left it unattended, mocked your hair a few times for it being in bunches, copied your homework, and constantly hovered around and nagged you as if nobody else was allowed around you. Oh and god forbid that you ignored him, because then he’d do anything he could to get you to look at him or speak up, even if he actually ended up making a fool of himself instead of you in the end.

Really, nothing had changed about him. Well at least not his personality. He was definitely way taller now and his face had matured a lot, which was ironic for how immature he still was. Admittedly, he had glowed up, but one little haircut and he’d have nothing for sure. You couldn’t inflate his ego now, because then he truly would be insufferable.

A week went by and you were actually completely drained and on your last little bit of dying tolerance. Thank god you only had one class together each day, because you got to escape the torment while class was on going for the rest of the day disregarding the morning and the walking periods in between each one.

Niki must have gotten held behind somewhere or something this afternoon, because he had not appeared for the past couple of passing periods like he had been consistently. Somehow it actually felt kind of odd, but you savoured this moment while you still could. Unless he had truly given up on you, finally.

But you should have known that was too much of a good thing for you here.

As you were making your way out of your last class of the day and finally ready to head home, you heard a voice you wish you’d never even recognized. It made you freeze in your spot.

“Well look who it is! Y/n, isn’t it a pleasure to see your face again?”

“Lila.”

The one girl who had the entire school practically wrapped around her little finger. The one who had traumatised you the most. Sure you could act nonchalant in front of Niki, but Lila was violent, and in this situation it would have been such a relief to be picked on by Niki instead. When you were told that only two of “the usual” remained at this school, you had never even thought that Lila may have still been here. You assumed you would’ve been informed if she was. How had you gone a whole week without knowing she was here?

“Why didn’t you come and say hello? Didn’t you miss me?” She snarked, getting in your face. People began to glance over. You tried to ignore it and walk away, but Lila yanked a part of your hair and pulled you closer so she could threaten you in a whisper.

“What gave you the stupid stupid fucking nerve to come back?”

“Get off of me you obsessed bitch” you spat.

Niki came running up, out of breath and stopping a distance behind Lila watching with wide eyes at what was happening. He had been running across half the school campus to catch up with you before you went home, but not like this.

Lila let go of your hair but stomped hard on your foot and kept her foot there with a significant amount of pressure, causing a small whine of pain to escape you. She looked behind her, noticing Niki and lifted her foot from you but held onto your sleeve.

“Did you know she was here?” Lila questioned him.

Niki said nothing. You shouldn’t have expected him to, but a small part of you wished he would have done at least something, anything at all.

“Ahh, you must be surprised as well, right? She showed up without a word, can you believe that? How unfair,” Lila dragged on with a sigh.

You looked at Niki for a moment. He just stared at you with an uncomfortable expression. Clearly not wanting to be a part of what was happening right now.

Honestly, he felt hopeless. Even he didn’t agree with this. He had tried to avoid the possibility of Lila coming across you soon, always leading Lila away from your usual route this week, but obviously he was way too late today. He felt paralyzed in horror of it unravelling right in front of his eyes and seeing tears well up in your own eyes that you kept trying to hold back. It hurt him.

“At least now we can all hang out again like we used to, right Niki?” Lila flashed a painfully obvious fake smile. By “hang out” she meant physically terrorising you everyday for showing your face or even breathing in the same place as her, and everyone knew it. This school had a sick case of bystander effect though, so you couldn’t expect any help from anyone except yourself.

You shook her off of you aggressively and walked away with a fast angry pace, too many pairs of eyes watching you closely. You tried incredibly hard to stay collected but this whole moment had brought up a bit too much of the past for you and it hurt, badly. You were so embarrassed, and now your one shot of giving this shitty cursed school one more fucking chance was over.

Lila raised her eyebrows with a smug grin, acting as if she was surprised you had stormed off like that. Suddenly, Niki was beside her, grabbing her shoulder real tight, almost digging his fingernails into her.

“Jesus, what’s with the damn grip asshole?” She complained.

“You’re crossing a line that isn’t yours.”

“What? Don’t act like you don’t do the same shit,” Lila turned to Niki in which she was met with a heavy glare.

“Nobody picks on her unless it’s me,” he looked Lila up and down, “you nasty whore,” Niki added before rushing after you, calling out to you.

“Y/N hold up!” He yelled breathlessly. He did not expect to be doing this much running today. Why was the school this big by the way?

As he got closer, you dropped your bag to the ground rather dramatically and turned to face him with the meanest look you had ever produced in your life. It made him take a few steps back.

You let out an angry yell, taking it all out on him, “you know what Nishimura, let’s just fucking fight.”

Niki bit down hard on his bottom lip to stop himself from smiling a little. He really could not help it. The way you looked right now with your fragile soft fists up at him, the stupid sound of his last name coming from your mouth. It was like a test from the universe to not crack in front of you.

“Y/n…” he began softly.

People started crowding around you two now, drawing a lot of attention. They suddenly began to chant “fight” over and over, encouraging it. Niki looked around. So quickly, so many people were gathered waiting for it. He looked back at you with darting eyes and let out a sigh.

Then he approached you closely, in which you flinched and closed your eyes- anticipating it. Hell, you didn’t know how to fight physically. You had just acted impulsively and started something you definitely could not finish.

But Niki just grabbed your wrist softly. You were confused and started struggling as you realised he was grabbing you instead of fighting, “what the fuck?” you exclaimed as you looked at him, not understanding.

He ignored you and tightened his grip carefully and dragged you out of that ring of people who soon became disappointed at the absence of a real fight until eventually you two were isolated away from all the chaos.

It was awkward as you both sat engulfed in suffocating silence. Niki was simply waiting for you to calm down, whereas you were trying to figure out and just process what had just happened.

“Hey,” Niki broke the silence, finally.

You didn’t respond, but looked at him to show that you were listening. This was so out of character for him. You never knew you were capable of feeling this much confusion before now. This school really was cursed.

“You know I’d never really hurt you right?”

Your eyes scanned him with confusion, and your ears became hot with embarrassment. Why did you suddenly feel so shy now?

Niki didn’t wait for a response. He had already started, so he decided to just spill whatever was on his mind before he started regretting it. If it wasn’t now, it’d probably be never. He sighed and got closer to you, kneeling in front of you and looking up at you ever so softly.

You’d never seen this side of him, this was completely new and you weren’t sure how to feel about it yet alone how to react to it.

“I know this is really sudden, but the truth is y/n I’ve never hated you. I just hated the way you would make me feel. I hated the way I admired you so much. I hate how perfect you are. Yet, all I wanted to do is be around you. I know there were better ways to act, and I’ve probably done a lot of damage to you, but I was so lost and confused on how to deal with everything. I was so scared of my own feelings I ended up avoiding them by pushing you away while wanting to stay close to you the only way I knew how to. I can only hope for your forgiveness,”

“Niki,” you began, but he cut you off. If he stopped to think about it or let what he was saying sink in, he would probably run away.

“When you suddenly stopped turning up to school a few years ago, I found out that you had moved away and left; My heart shattered. I think that was when I realised how much I really just wanted your attention on me rather than anybody else. Things went too far back then, and I was sure you’d never come back. I tried to forget it, move on like I never cared anyway, but I really missed just seeing your face everyday y/n,” tears began to fall from his eyes and his voice became desperate.

Unintentionally, butterflies erupted in your stomach, suddenly making you extremely nauseous. His words were really genuine and so unexpected. You never thought you’d hear a confession like this from anyone, let alone Nishimura Niki. The kid you thought wanted you to just vanish. You started to feel bad that you had never even known about this hurt you caused him. It wasn’t your fault, but somehow you felt responsible and sorry.

“I never got over it. Every fucking day I felt nothing but guilt. It’s only been a week since you came back, and I think that’s why I’m doing this now. At first I tried to pretend that my old feelings weren’t coming back up, but if I’m being honest with you, I never stopped liking you. Nobody does it like you. I know it sounds pathetic but I really can’t lose you again like that. Fuck, I'm terrified that you'll be around one day and then gone the next just like before. Completely out of my life. I’m done playing my childish games, because this is how I feel. I can’t explain to you the way I felt when I saw you again. I panicked and resorted to what I was just used to since we were in middle school, but god I got so scared when you started to brush me off.”

You felt a dark pink blush flush over your cheeks in which you couldn’t even try hiding as you realised that Nishimura Niki had just admitted that he not only did, but still likes you. And since middle school? The more you saw this vulnerable side of him, the more your eyes opened to just how unique he truly was. But you also felt like hitting him for never opening up to you until now.

“Back there, seeing the hurt you tried to keep back in your eyes, I felt this urging wave of protection splash over me. I froze because the feeling was overwhelming and sudden. I wanted to hold you, to stop the pain I took part in causing, but I knew that was so much easier said than done. I’m afraid of not being able to be someone you need around, but now I want to do my best to prove myself and be that type of person for you.”

Niki cried harder and harder, reaching out to hold your hand as he pleaded. You gently began to run your palm over his head in a way of consoling him. He hunched over your lap, crying out everything. You let him, and you both stayed like that, very still for a while. As he calmed down to a level where you could actually understand what he was saying without choking on his words, he looked up at you again and finally said,

“It feels like the universe has just thrown me another chance. A chance to make it up to you and show you that I can be serious. Please y/n, let me show you a side of me that nobody has seen. It’s all for you, beautiful, only you.”

END.

please note: this is simply a fan written fiction for entertainment purposes only and is not associated with the real enhypen members at all nor should it ever be related to the real version of them. this story is not intended to hate or make anyone look bad. thank you.

an: hey guys! thanks for reading if you made it this far~ i love you all :) this was something new, so excuse the bad dialogue and rushed scenes with niki picking on yn. idk how to be a bully 😭. what are you guys doing? how have you been? omfg did u guys see the tour announcement? i’m on my knees begging and praying i get to go to the seoul date. oh to perceive enha in person RAHHH