#enhypenfanfic

[leaderwon]

just putting this here >.<

come back i still need you

paring : nonidol!jungwon x reader

warnings : character death, ANGST left and right, mentions of being depressed

word count : 1.5k

luna's diary : kinda shed a tear writing this

IT HAD BEEN, 3 weeks and 6 days, since you left him.

He was stuck in the endless loop of the 4th stage of grief. Depression, and was left wondering if he'll ever move forward to the next stage and accept your death.

Oh how cruel the world was. Taking away his lover and the plans for the future you guys had carefully planned.

You guys were walking on the street on the day it happened. Giggles filling the both of your bodies as a silver band of ring with a small diamond shined on your ring finger. He had just proposed to you, with promises of giving you everything he had to offer, of staying by your side until his last breath, to grow up even more and have little yous running around. Maybe you could get a dog and a cat and live in a beautiful home.

And then it happened.

He still remembers the way you shoved him to the side as a car came speeding towards you. Your yells still ringing in his ears from the past 3 weeks.

He remembers slowly walking to you trying to take in what just happened. In the corner of his eye he could see the once silver, shiny ring now covered in blood. Your blood. It was everywhere. He felt sick to his stomach. He cradled your face as he broke into sobs. "No no this can't be happening baby wake up" He called out for you as his sobs turned into a breakdown. He saw the light in your eyes slowly disappear. He saw the love of his life leave him, even though you were right there.

2 days later, it was your funeral. As everyone showed him sympathy and gave him hugs. He was still in denial. The first stage of grief. He couldn't even count the amount of times he heard "let me know if you need anything, Jungwon". He needed you back in his arms, but none of the people could give him that. There's no way you could have just left, right? What about the promises? The home? The dog and the cat? mini yous?

Few days later, he slowly slipped into the second stage of grief. Anger. He was mad at no one but himself. He should have been the one to die, not an angel like you. The car should have hit him. Not you. Or maybe he was mad at you too? why would you sacrifice yourself and leave him alone?

Then came in the third stage of grief. Bargain. He prayed and prayed that this would be a long painful nightmare. No way the world could have been so cruel on him. He was just 20 wanting to see life with you by his side, there's no way his fate was written like this.

After realising that this wasn't a dream, and you really were gone, entered the 4th stage of grief. Depression. He was an empty void as he laid on his bed all day leaving all his friends worried. He only got up to eat, which was very rare by the way. Leaving the texts his friends sent him on delivered, he read the last conversation you had with him. Where he mentioned the date and that he had a surprise for you and your excited text messages as a small smile crept on his lips. How he wished he never took you out.

Come back. He still needs you.

It was a new day as the sun shone through Jungwon's curtains. Today, was your one month anniversary, of you getting engaged and also since you left. Today was the worst of all days. It had been a month? no way. "i wish i could turn back time and change everything" he mumbled.

"Time" he jolted up as he remembered something you said about turning back time. Hope rushed through his eyes as he swiftly got out of his bad and rushed to take a shower and get ready. He could not believe he did not think of this sooner. Getting dressed, he rushed out of his home. Coming back taking the ring you once wore in his hands and heading to his car.

"I'm going to get you back, my love"

20 minutes later he reached your apartment. He did not have the courage to step into your apartment after your death. Opening the door he smelled your familiar scent for the first time in a month. Not wanting to waste time, he got in and rummaged through your belongings. "Where is it, god damn".

Finally spotting the shiny wooden box. He picked it up seeing a necklace with a tiny clock in it. Wearing it, he saw as it started to glow.

"How may I help you today?" a voice spoke out as he looked at a beautiful woman in front of him.

"Who must you be? you're not one of them" The voice continued referring to your blood line. "I'm Yang Jungwon, I lost my lover in a car accident, exactly a month ago from now"

"You wish to bring her back?" The voice questioned him. "Yes I need to please. She mentioned about this pendent to me a while back. You need to help me" He replied begging. "Jungwon, I'd suggest you move on. You'll lose yourself if anything goes downhill, and there are less number of chances of it going good and it going bad." The female figure said showing sympathy. "Please, miss. I don't have anything to lose anymore, she was my everything" He said breaking down into a sob.

Sighing, she touched the pendent on his colar. "What time do you want to go to?" she asked giving in. "Exactly a month ago" He said as the necklace started to glow again. "Goodluck, Jungwon" she said.

He was going to make sure you were alive. But at what cost?

In a blink of an eye, he was back. On the street, with you. "I honestly didn't expect you to do it today" Your voice said. Oh how he missed your voice, to see your face in front of him again and to hold his hand. He suddenly remembered why he was here as he became hyper-aware of his surroundings. He knew the car would be coming your way any second. Before he could think of changing your position, it was too late. The car was already coming towards you at an increasing pace. There was no way he could save the both of you.

So he did what he initially came back for.

He saved you.

Shoving your body to the side, he felt the car hit him as he lost consciousness. The last thing he saw was you standing and looking at him in utter shock. Atleast you were safe and alive.

"Jungwon? baby hey, wake up" you cradled his face and broke down into sobs, the same way he did, in another time line. You left a peck on his forehead as you left him there rushing to your apartment.

I'm not going to lose you Jungwon. Not like this.

You rummaged through your belongings, the same way he did. Wearing the pendent, you wished to go back 20 minutes from your present.

You were back with him, on the same street, holding his hand as you listened to him talk to you. You knew the time was near as you walked faster looking for a turn that could divert you form the path in which it was about to happen. Before you could find something, you heard the car's tire screech behind you. There was no way you could save the both of you.

So you did what you initially came for.

You saved him.

You shoved him to the side as the car came in contact with your body. The last thing you saw, was him. Atleast he was safe and alive.

He slowly walked to you trying to take in what just happened. In the corner of his eye he could see the once silver, shiny ring now covered in blood. Your blood. It was everywhere. He felt sick to his stomach. He cradled your face as he broke into sobs. "No no this can't be happening baby wake up" He called out for you as his sobs turned into a breakdown. He saw the light in your eyes slowly disappear. He saw the love of his life leave him, even though you were right there.

It was a new day as the sun shone through Jungwon's curtains. Today, was your one month anniversary, of you getting engaged and also since you left. Today was the worst of all days. It had been a month? no way. "i wish i could turn back time and change everything" he mumbled.

Fast forward to him wishing of going back to a month prior to save you. He managed to save you, but lost his life. Not being able to manage with the grief of him gone, you tried to save him. You managed to do so, but you lost yours in exchange. And this continued.

The woman was right afterall when she warned the two you.

Trying to save eachother, the both of you were stuck and lost yourselves in an endless time loop.

@leaderwon 2024. Do not copy, translate,alter or plagarize in any platform.

[zeroseuniverse]

Leaked

Word Count: 500 Summary:Jake slumped against your shoulder. “At this point, I feel like we could kiss onstage, and they’d say I was just being friendly.” Pairing: Jake X reader

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Jake had read through every dating rumor ever made about him. Unfortunately, none of them included the one person he was actually dating— you.

You two had been together for nearly a year now, and at first, keeping it a secret was fun. The sneaking around, the subtle glances, the thrill of knowing something the world didn’t. But now? Now it was just frustrating.

Because no matter what you both did to spark a rumor, it always backfired spectacularly.

“Okay, new plan,” you said, sitting across from Jake in the company lounge. “Coordinated outfits at the airport. Fans love that.”

Jake nodded eagerly. “Right! And I’ll hold your bag or something. They’ll eat that up.”

It was foolproof. Or so you thought.

The next morning, the two of you walked through the airport dressed in what you thought was obvious couple attire—matching beanies, similar oversized coats, and sneakers that weren’t identical but clearly complementary.

The result?

“OMG, Jake and Sunghoon are totally twinning again! The best duo!”

Jake nearly dropped your bag when he read the tweet. “You have got to be kidding me.”

You patted his back sympathetically. “It’s okay, babe. We’ll try again.”

The next attempt was an award show.

The plan: Jake would lean over during the ceremony and whisper something to you, something small and intimate-looking. The cameras would catch it, fans would go wild, and boom—dating rumors sparked.

What actually happened: While Jake was busy making sure his whisper looked natural, the camera cut away at the worst possible moment. Then, when the broadcast returned, it showed Jake laughing… next to another female idol.

Cue the internet exploding with a brand-new ship.

Jake groaned as he scrolled through his feed later that night. “I risked getting scolded for PDA and somehow ended up with a whole new love line?”

You, of course, found this hilarious. “Maybe they’re trying to humble you.”

Jake slumped against your shoulder. “At this point, I feel like we could kiss onstage, and they’d say I was just being friendly.”

You giggled, running a hand through his hair. “One more try?”

“One more try.”

The final plan was a classic: couple bracelets.

You both wore the dainty, matching bands during a live broadcast, making sure to flash them every chance you got.

You thought you’d finally done it when a fan account tweeted, “Wait, Jake and Y/N’s bracelets… COINCIDENCE???”

Jake held his breath.

Then, the next reply: “Oh, I think Jay has the same one too! Friendship bracelets?”

Jake threw his phone onto the couch dramatically. “I give up.”

You burst into laughter, flopping beside him. “I mean… at least we know we’re together?”

Jake pouted. “Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?”

Despite all the failed attempts, despite the fans unknowingly thwarting your every move, you knew one thing for sure—Jake was yours, and that was all that really mattered.

(Though, you did have one last idea… maybe a ‘leaked’ couple selfie? But that was for another day.)

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Sim Jaeyun x F!Reader TW : angsty ; little tiny argument ; mainly fluff though ; Word Count : 1.1k Request : Anonny : Hey hey can I request a Jake fic Where HES had a really bad day and he comes home from work and you don’t know what’s wrong so you keep walking on eggshells around him and then one minor inconvenience just makes him break down and you’re just there to comfort him A/N : Haven't done an Enhypen fic in so long, omg. I hope everyone enjoys it though!!

Jake was the personification of a puppy, a labrador to be exact. He was the happiest person you knew, and everyone around you would agree. He had this ability to just make everything better, he made even your worst days better just by walking into the room and smiling in your direction. From the moment you met him, bad days didn’t exist anymore, he wouldn’t allow it. That’s why you thought yourself to be the luckiest person in the world, not because you were dating Jake the idol from Enhypen… No, it was because your boyfriend was Sim Jaeyun, your best friend, your favorite person in the whole universe. 

Like clockwork, the front door unlocked and your head quickly turned to look at it, awaiting the appearance of your wonderful boyfriend. Every single day he’d come through the door with a smile and a little snack that he picked up on his way home. You’d run to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss as if it were the last time your lips would ever connect. He’d spin you around, peppering the top of your head with more kisses just to hear you giggle, and you always did. 

Today shouldn’t have been any different, but when he came in, he was empty handed. That wasn’t a problem though, you knew that sometimes little things like that can slip people's minds. He wasn’t smiling either though, and the vibe that he gave off was completely different from what you were used to. He was usually so warm and inviting, but the coldness that you felt from him had goosebumps prickling along your entire body. 

It was the first time since being together that you felt like you didn’t know how to approach him, or better yet, whether you should approach him at all. “Is… Is everything okay?” You practically squeaked out the question, and while he wasn’t a scary person, the look that he shot in your direction was nothing close to friendly. 

“Does it look like everything is okay?” He snapped, and you weren’t used to him talking to you like that. You weren’t used to the way he was being right now at all. It was so unusual in fact, that it made you extremely uncomfortable, your mouth snapping shut immediately, not knowing what to say or what to do next. “I’m going to bed, I just want to be alone.” He mumbled, stalking right past you to go into the bedroom. 

“But… You haven’t eaten yet… Do you want me to bring you-” 

“Alone!” He repeated his last word more forcefully this time, not even letting you finish your sentence, and once again, your mouth was shut as you meekly nodded your head in agreement. The bedroom door slamming shut made you jump, but as soon as the initial shock from the sound wore off, all you could do was cry. You weren’t sure what had happened, you didn’t know what was going on… But you did know that the man that had walked into your house today surely wasn’t the boyfriend that you were used to. 

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You ended up dozing off on the couch, or, moreso, crying yourself to sleep on the couch, and after an amount of time that you weren’t even aware had passed, you were awoken by the sound of sniffling right beside your head. “Jake…?” You groggily questioned, your eyes barely opened when you rolled over, but you were met with a very blurry picture of his face only a couple inches from yours. 

“I’m sorry…” He said weakly, his hand coming up slowly to cup your cheek. “I couldn’t sleep… Not until I apologized… But you were sleeping when I came out and… Usually you look so happy when you’re sleeping, you look so peaceful… But you looked so sad and felt even more awful… And I’m sorry… I’m really sorry…” He was getting choked up again, you could hear it in his voice, but before you even had the chance to try to tell him it was okay, he was talking once more. “Work was just really stressful today and… I couldn’t get the dances right… And they had to keep stopping practice because of me… And I felt like crap because of it and I was so mad at myself… And I came home… And I just messed up again with you and I made you cry… And I’m just failing at everything… I’m sorry…” 

You didn’t want him to feel like a failure, not when it came to his career, and definitely not when it came to being your boyfriend. You sat up as fast as you could, the sudden movement making you momentarily dizzy, but you were in a hurry to comfort him, to make sure that he didn’t think that way any longer. “Babe, everyone has bad days. They happen. It’s normal. I have bad days all the time, that doesn’t make me a failure… Well, I hope it doesn’t. But you’re amazing, you’re a great dancer, and the only thing that you’re better at than being an idol, is being my wonderful, loving, cutie patootie of a boyfriend.” The corners of his lips twitched up for a split second before lowering back down to a pout. “Come… Come sit.” You patted the seat beside you, and he slowly moved up onto the couch, but once he was there you tugged his sleeve, pulling him down so that his head was resting in your lap. “Comfy?” You asked, and he nodded his head. “Good…” You brushed your fingers through his hair, doing everything you could to calm him, to comfort him. “You know… Whenever I have bad days, you’re always there for me to make me feel better… I want to do that same thing for you. I’m here for you, not just to love you and give you hugs and kisses… I’m here to support you too, to cheer you up when you’re sad, to calm you down when you’re angry… I’m your girlfriend, that’s what we do…” 

“So… you’re not mad at me?” He whispered, looking up at you with the cutest puppy eyes, and how could you possibly stay mad at him when he looked at you like that? You shook your head no, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “I’m really sorry though… I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I love you so much… I was scared that you’d leave me…” 

“You’re gonna have to do a little more than that to get rid of me.” You joked, and you were happy to hear the small chuckle that vibrated through his whole body. “I’d never leave you because of something like that… I don’t want you to worry that some small little tiff is going to break us up. We’re stronger than that. I just want you to know that you can talk to me, no matter what it’s about… I’m always going to be here for you. Always.”  

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[f14fun]

Just for Our Eyes - Park Sunghoon (C1)

synopsis: in which case Y/N, a camera-toting girl with more confidence in her lens than her words, skips class and stumbles into an abandoned ice rink—only to find sunghoon, a boy who skates like silence and sees more than he lets on. between shared secrets, photographs never meant for the world, and messages left unsaid, something begins to bloom—soft, quiet, and entirely theirs.

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Look, in my defense, I wasn’t trying to uncover any dark, mysterious, emotionally tortured secrets today.

I was just skipping math.

Again.

And I don’t even hate math, okay? I just hate it when numbers start pretending they’re letters and suddenly I’m expected to know what “cos(θ)” is. The unit circle is hard to look at, and suddenly even harder to understand. No thanks. Not when I could be doing something far more important. Like napping. Or dramatically sighing by a window somewhere.

So there I was, speed-walking behind the gym like a very cute fugitive, when I heard the sound.

Scrrrchhh. Swish. Tap. Swish.

My brain said: squirrel. My heart said: ghost. My very dramatic imagination said: figure skater haunted by the ghost of the Olympics.

And because I have absolutely no impulse control, I tiptoed toward the abandoned rink—the one Coach Min swore was “out of order” but really just looks like a Pinterest board had a mental breakdown in there.

And then... I saw him.

Black hoodie. Skates. Alone. Moving like he wasn’t even touching the ice. Like the laws of gravity took one look at him and said, “We’ll allow it.”

I think my jaw might’ve dropped. Which was rude, honestly. I don’t usually let boys make me gasp unless they’re fictional or handing me free food.

But he didn’t see me. He was busy doing a spin so smooth I almost clapped. I stopped myself. Barely.

Anyway, my fingers reached for my phone like they had a mind of their own. Not to record—I'm not that creepy (yet). I just needed to remember this moment. Mysterious ice boy. Secret skater. Vibe of a tragic K-drama lead with a soundtrack playing somewhere in the snow.

Before I could even unlock my screen, he skated right up to the edge of the rink and—

Paused.

Like paused, paused.

I froze too. Not because I’m shy (I’m literally allergic to silence), but because this felt sacred. Like if I moved too fast, he might vanish into a cloud of mist and unresolved trauma.

He wasn’t looking at me. Not really. He was facing the boards, one gloved hand resting on the edge, the other reaching up to pull his hood down.

And that’s when I saw his face.

I know beauty is subjective, but this boy? This boy looked like the human version of a plot twist. Sharp jawline, calm eyes, and the kind of expression that says, “Yes, I’ve seen pain. And yes, I drink iced lattes in the winter.”

It was rude. Honestly. People shouldn't be allowed to look like that on school property. Especially not while doing fancy little turns in complete silence like a poem in motion.

He still hadn’t seen me. So naturally, I panicked.

And by panicked, I mean: I cleared my throat dramatically, like a Victorian ghost trying to get attention during a séance.

“Nice pirouette,” I said, stepping into the doorway like I definitely hadn’t been standing there for five full minutes narrating his life in my head. “Or is it called a triple lutz? Or... toe loop? Skatey swirl? I don’t know. I failed P.E.”

He turned.

His eyes met mine.

For a second, I expected him to glare, or shout, or skate away in cold, broody silence.

Instead, he blinked slowly and said, “You’re not supposed to be here.”

Which was fair. But also rich, considering he clearly wasn’t supposed to be here either.

“Says the mystery boy on secret ice,” I replied, folding my arms and leaning against the doorway with my best I’m-totally-chill-and-not-spiraling smile. “I could report you, you know.”

He didn’t laugh.

Of course he didn’t laugh.

Instead, he just stared at me with that terrifying combination of calm and judgment that only people with perfect posture and trauma can pull off.

“I mean, obviously,” I added quickly, throwing in some frantic jazz hands because I’d lost control of the situation somewhere between “I could report you” and “this hot guy is scary, oh man.” “I’m not gonna snitch. I’m barely passing algebra. Do I look like someone who follows rules?”

Still nothing.

Okay, cool. He was either a robot or one of those beautiful loner types who only speaks in plot-relevant sentences. Tragic.

“You’re… skating?” I offered, because apparently my brain had given up on intelligent conversation and was now just narrating the obvious.

He raised an eyebrow. “Is that a question?”

“No,” I said. “Yes. No. I—okay, yes, I was just wondering if this is like… your thing? Skating alone in secret rinks behind abandoned gym doors while looking like a moody Vogue ad?”

He finally exhaled. Not quite a sigh. Not quite a laugh. Somewhere in the middle. And then, just as I was about to pass away from sheer embarrassment—

He smirked.

A tiny one. Barely there. But it was real.

“Do you always talk this much?” he asked.

“Only when I’m nervous,” I replied automatically. “Or bored. Or awake.”

Another pause. He looked down, did a little pivot on his skates, and then—like it was the most casual thing in the world—he said, “Don’t tell anyone.”

And then he pushed off, gliding backwards again like he was being pulled by the music of my crushed soul.

“Wait, that’s it?” I called. “You’re just gonna emotionally mic drop and skate away?”

But he was already mid-turn, hoodie flaring slightly with the movement, back to being all broody and cinematic.

“I don’t even know your name!” I shouted, taking one dramatic step onto the bleachers like I was in a telenovela.

He didn’t stop.

But just before he reached the far end of the rink, I heard him say—soft, but definitely on purpose—

“Exactly.”

By lunchtime, I’d nearly convinced myself I imagined the whole thing. Maybe he was a mirage. A highly attractive hallucination born from skipping math and not drinking enough water (hydrate or dydrate everyone!) Stranger things had happened—like that one time I sleepwalked into the kitchen and started giving my toaster a pre-volleyball game pep talk. (I don't even play volleyball?!)

But then I found myself aggressively stirring my carrot and lentil soup, staring into it like it might give me answers.

“You’re just soup,” I muttered to the bowl. “You can’t help me.”

“Talking to your food again?” Yizhuo’s voice was smooth and amused, like it always was. She slid into the seat next to me looking like the human version of a sparkly Instagram filter. Effortlessly perfect. Not even fair.

“I’m reflecting,” I said, very maturely. “Deep introspection. Respect the process.”

Except I wasn’t reflecting.

I was daydreaming. Hard.

I leaned over my soup dramatically, letting the steam hit my face like it was some kind of cleansing ritual.

And then— His face appeared.

In the soup.

I screamed. Like, externally. Out loud. In the middle of the cafeteria. Not full-volume scream, okay, I’m not a menace. But definitely a loud, startled yelp that made at least four people at the next table look over, mid-chicken-nugget bite.

“Are you okay?” Yizhuo asked through laughter, already tapping my arm because she knew. She knew. She always knew when my brain decided to malfunction mid-lunch.

I blinked down at my bowl. No face. No mysterious boy. Just soup. Mildly orange. Steaming. Innocent. Mocking me.

“Yup!” I said brightly, like I hadn’t just imagined a boy materializing in root vegetables. “Totally fine. Just—hot soup. Caught me off guard. Happens.”

Minjeong, across the table, gave me the squint.

“Soup attacked you?”

“Violently,” I nodded. “Unprovoked.”

Jimin shook her head and offered me a napkin like I’d done this before (I had). Aeri snorted into her carton of chocolate milk.

“You sure you’re okay?” Yizhuo asked again, still smiling like she already knew the real answer. Which was rude, because I didn’t even tell her about mystery skater boy.

“Yes,” I said, stirring my soup again with suspicious eyes. “I’m just… existential today.”

There was a beat of silence. Then—

“I mean, same,” Aeri said. “But, like, mine’s about failing physics. Not… hallucinating soup men.”

“Soup men,” I repeated, flatly. “Thanks for that.”

Minjeong raised a brow. “Are you having one of your main character episodes again?”

“I don’t have main character episodes,” I scoffed. “I am the main character.”

“Yeah, of a high school rom-com where you fall in love with a cafeteria worker and dramatically sing about it,” Jimin chimed in.

“Honestly,” I said, dipping a piece of bread into my soup, “I’d watch that.”

They all laughed, and I smiled too, trying very hard not to visibly stare into the middle distance like a Jane Austen heroine haunted by an anonymous boy in skates.

I would not be weird about this. I would definitely not Google “how to casually run into someone at an abandoned ice rink without seeming like a stalker.”

I would just eat my soup. Be normal. Be chill. Be—

“Wait,” I said suddenly, voice sharp.

Everyone paused.

“Do we know,” I continued carefully, “if anyone at this school… like… ice skates?”

Jimin blinked. “What?”

“Like… professionally,” I added. “Or secretly. Or—I don’t know—dramatically?”

“Why would we know that?” Aeri asked, squinting at me like I’d just asked if any of them moonlight as circus acrobats.

“I just think it’s a cool sport,” I said quickly. “The jumps! The glitter! I’m a fan of artistic twirls!”

Yizhuo narrowed her eyes. “Why do you sound like you're trying to sell us Olympic propaganda?”

“Do you have a crush on someone?” Minjeong asked, because she always went straight for the jugular.

“No,” I lied, face entirely too warm. “I just believe in… skating rights.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then: “You’re so weird,” Jimin muttered fondly, stealing my bread.

But nobody answered my question.

Because apparently, no one at this school skates.

Which either meant: A) He wasn’t from here. B) He was a ghost. C) He was a figment of my imagination sent to teach me the value of patience and edge control. Or D) …He was hiding something.

And I? I was very good at finding things people were trying to hide.

Okay yeah, I rescind that statement.

It started innocently enough. I got home, opened my laptop, and totally meant to finish my bio homework. Like, I even clicked on the Google Doc and everything. But then my cursor wandered. And my brain whispered:

"What if he’s famous?"

And honestly? My brain makes a lot of terrible suggestions. Like bangs. Or hot yoga. But this one? This one had potential.

So naturally, I opened Naver.

Search: “high school figure skater black hoodie Seoul boy” Zero results. Rude.

Next attempt: “teenage male ice skater Seoul private school mysterious”

Still nothing, except an article about some 9-year-old prodigy who once skated blindfolded and a BuzzFeed-style quiz titled “Which K-pop Skater Boy Is Your Soulmate?”

Tempting. But not helpful.

I tried every combo I could think of:

“broody boy ice rink Korea”

“skating competition quiet student Seoul”

“hot guy looks like he hates everyone but skates like a dream”

“black hoodie jawline Seoul ice ghost??”

At one point I just typed “boy” and glared at the screen like I expected the algorithm to hand him to me on a silver platter.

It didn’t.

But then… salvation.

I remembered something: Instagram location tags. God’s gift to nosy people everywhere.

I tapped the one for Mapo Ice Arena, the old rink tucked behind our school that everyone pretended was off-limits because the ceiling was leaky and the lights hummed like they were possessed.

After ten minutes of scrolling through selfies, smudgy ice pics, and one cursed video of someone doing a belly flop in skates (still not sure if it was a joke or a cry for help), I found it.

A blurry vertical clip posted by some hockey account called @rinkratskr.

Caption: “Who even is this kid?? That spin was insane?? #skatinglegend #openrinknight”

And there he was. My hoodie boy. Same gait. Same calm control. Same "I don’t know I’m being filmed but I still look like a cinematic dream" aura.

I paused. Zoomed in.

And there—tagged at the bottom—was the username: @/sunghoon.pk

Click.

Public account. Minimalist. Very him.

Seven posts. No bio. Profile pic: a backlit skyline, probably the Han River. He posted like someone who wanted to be found just enough. Like a trail of breadcrumbs but make it moody and artsy.

Mostly photos of scenery. A cracked skate blade. A black-and-white coffee cup. A picture of someone’s cat with no context. And one post that stopped me cold:

A shot of the rink. Empty. Blue-tinged. He was in the corner of the frame, barely visible.

Caption: “It’s quieter now.”

I exhaled slowly.

Because of course. Of course he posted like that. He was a poetic enigma wrapped in a triple axel. And I’d made awkward soup eye contact with him.

I leaned back in bed, stared at the ceiling, and muttered to no one:

The ceiling said nothing. Judgy.

The time? 1:06 a.m.

My chemistry reading? Still unopened. My brain? Hijacked by a boy who spins like silence and smirks like it’s a secret.

I closed my laptop with the kind of dramatic flair normally reserved for season finales and rolled over, shoving my face into my pillow.

“Get a grip,” I whispered into the cotton. “He’s just a guy. A random guy. A guy who ice-skates like he’s in a perfume commercial, sure, but still—just. A. Guy.”

My pillow offered no comfort.

It took me approximately forty minutes, three unnecessary scenarios of us bumping into each other at a convenience store, and one fake argument in my head that ended in a confession (??) before I finally fell asleep.

Only to wake up the next morning with a crick in my neck, exactly one minute before my alarm went off.

Which is a special kind of betrayal.

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I woke up to the sound of my alarm and the sinking realization that I’d hit snooze three times without remembering.

Fantastic start.

The sky outside was that too-blue winter kind of bright, and the cold coming in from the window crack felt unnecessarily personal. I dragged myself out of bed like I was being summoned to war, tripped over my backpack, and muttered something in the general direction of gravity.

In the bathroom, I stared at my reflection for a long time.

My hair was passable. A little pillow-flattened, but it gave off that “I woke up like this but didn’t mean to” vibe. But my eyeliner?

A crime scene.

Attempt one: crooked wing. Attempt two: thicker crooked wing. Attempt three: somehow got eyeliner in my eyebrow. Attempt four: panic.

I finally gave up, grabbed my mascara like it was a magic wand, and aggressively swiped it on until my lashes could pass for intentional.

I called it “smoky desperation.” It was fine.

I was five minutes late to class. Not dramatic enough to make an entrance, but enough that everyone looked up when I walked in. My teacher paused mid-sentence, gave me a long look, then kept going.

I sank into my seat and took out my notebook like I had any intention of using it.

I didn’t.

Chemistry was—no offense to science—slowly sucking the will to live out of me. Something about molecular bonding or ion pairs or maybe it was how the fluorescent lights made everything look like a bad hospital dream. I don’t know.

I just knew that at 23 minutes in, my brain started playing static.

So I raised my hand.

“Bathroom,” I said.

My teacher didn’t even look up. Just waved me out like I was a regular escapee.

I took my bag. Casual.

Walked down the hallway. Normal.

Turned the corner and passed the bathroom.

Kept walking.

Turned again.

The moment I stepped into the rink, the cold slipped over me like a second skin. It was sharp, almost biting, but not unwelcome. My shoes echoed softly against the concrete as I crossed the threshold, keeping to the side, hoping not to disturb anything—or anyone. But it didn’t matter. He saw me almost immediately.

He was mid-stride, arms loose, gliding through a curve with perfect balance, when his eyes flicked toward the entrance. He slowed, not abruptly, but gradually, coasting until he reached the edge of the rink where I stood. There was no surprise on his face, no confusion, like he’d expected me somehow. The silence stretched for a second before he came closer, the dull scrape of his blades the only sound in the room.

“You’re back,” he said, calm as ever, voice low and even.

I blinked at him, caught off guard by how unbothered he looked. “Yeah,” I replied, a little breathless, trying to will my heart rate back to normal. “You… skate like you’re not touching the ground. You deserved to be photographed, it's truly amazing.”

His gaze didn’t shift. If anything, he studied me more closely. “Then you should photograph me.”

I froze, blinked. “What?”

He shrugged slightly. “I heard you do photography.”

That made my stomach dip. I looked down, almost instinctively, at the strap of my camera—my beat-up FujiFilm that never left my side, hanging from my shoulder like it belonged there more than I did. I hadn’t even realized I’d brought it today. I always did, without thinking.

“How—how did you know?”

He tilted his head like the question didn’t make much sense. “It’s hard not to notice when you carry it everywhere. I saw it last time. And I’ve seen you around school.”

That last part sat heavier than the rest. I wasn’t sure if it was the way he said it—casual but deliberate—or the fact that I hadn’t noticed him noticing me. I was usually the observer, the one watching moments unfold from behind the lens. To be seen like that, so plainly, knocked something loose in my chest.

“Oh,” I said, like a genius. “Right.”

There was a pause, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. He was still watching me, but not in a way that asked anything. It felt like he was just waiting to see what I’d do next.

I adjusted the strap of my camera, suddenly hyper-aware of its weight against my side. “If you’re offering,” I said carefully, “I’d love to.”

His mouth curved—not quite a smile, but something near it. “Good. Because I think better when I’m moving.”

And just like that, he turned, pushed off, and skated back onto the ice, his figure slicing through the cold air like it welcomed him back.

I sat down slowly on the cold bleachers, fingers instinctively wrapping around my camera like they always did when I didn’t know what to say. It was my FujiFilm X100V—silver with black leather grip, a little scuffed at the corners from too many school trips and spontaneous weekend walks, but I liked it better that way. The metal body felt familiar in my hands, like something that had always belonged to me, even before I knew how to use it properly.

I flipped the switch, felt the soft click vibrate under my thumb. The lens extended with its smooth little hum, and I thumbed off the lens cap, tucking it into my coat pocket like I’d done a hundred times before. But this time felt different. My hands weren’t clumsy, but they were careful, like I was afraid of making the wrong move.

I lifted the viewfinder to my eye and let the world shift.

He was moving again—arms loose, posture relaxed, that same quiet confidence in every motion. The camera softened everything around him, framed him in the square like a subject I hadn’t realized I’d been waiting to find. Through the viewfinder, the rink lost its rusted edges, the cracks in the boards blurred away, and all that was left was him gliding through the middle like he was made for it.

I tapped the shutter. Once. Twice.

The sound was quiet, almost shy, like it didn’t want to disturb him. I adjusted the aperture—f/2.0, to catch the soft winter light filtering through the high windows—and widened the shot. He dipped into a turn, one foot crossing over the other, hoodie fluttering slightly with the motion. His jaw was set, brows just a little furrowed in concentration. I captured that too.

Every few seconds, I’d lower the camera just enough to see him with my own eyes. I don’t know why. Maybe to make sure it was still real. Maybe to remind myself that I was here—not behind a screen, not watching a video online, but here, in the cold, watching him carve his thoughts into the ice like it was paper.

The camera strap shifted against my neck as I leaned forward, elbows resting on my knees for balance. My thumb hovered near the focus ring, adjusting just slightly as he moved closer, faster, a flash of motion that almost slipped out of frame. I caught it. I caught him. Not just the spin, but the moment right before—the gathering of energy, the breath he took as he prepared to push off. I liked that part the most.

I bit my lip and smiled a little to myself, heart warm despite the cold settling into my fingertips. The world always felt quieter when I had my camera up, like there was only the subject, the space between us, and whatever I chose to keep.

And him?

He didn’t perform. He didn’t look into the lens or try to impress me. He just kept skating like he forgot I was there—or maybe like he didn’t mind that I was.

I kept shooting, frame after frame, until I stopped worrying about whether they were perfect and just started chasing the feeling. The light. The way his hair moved under the edge of his hood. The way his skates sounded against the ice, steady and sure. The way I didn’t want to miss any of it.

Eventually, he slowed again, gliding into a soft stop near the edge of the rink. He didn’t say anything at first, just looked up at me, his chest rising and falling as his breath formed clouds in the air.

“Do I need to pose?” he asked, voice calm, teasing just barely.

I lowered the camera, smiled. “No. I like it better like this.”

He nodded, almost to himself, and turned away. He skated again, and I raised the viewfinder once more—this time, not just to watch him, but to remember what it felt like to see something beautiful in motion and be lucky enough to catch it.

He came back slower this time, his skates whispering across the ice until they drew him back to the edge of the rink where I was sitting. I had just lowered my camera, the screen still lit with the last photo I’d taken—him caught mid-turn, arms slightly out, eyes focused on some invisible line ahead of him. The moment looked like a dream. Not something staged, not something posed. Just real. Honest.

I watched as he glided to a stop, eyes on me, expression unreadable. He didn’t say anything right away, and I wasn’t sure if I should. The silence settled between us, not quite heavy, but full of everything unsaid. So, naturally, I filled it with words I didn’t think all the way through.

"We need to post these," I blurted, lifting my camera like it explained anything. "Seriously, you don’t even know how good you look out there. You’re like—skating poetry. It’s illegal to be this photogenic and not let the world know."

The change in him was immediate, like a light switching off somewhere behind his eyes. He didn’t smile. If anything, he looked away for a second, and the quiet stretched thinner. There was a subtle shift in his expression, a darkness—not quite sadness, but something older, heavier. His jaw tensed slightly, and he looked back up at me with a gaze that pinned me in place.

I hesitated, my hand tightening on the grip of the camera. "Or not," I added quickly, softer now. "It was just an idea. No pressure."

He looked down at the ice before meeting my eyes again. "Don’t post them," he said, his voice even but firmer than before.

I nodded, feeling like I’d overstepped some invisible line I hadn’t known was there. "Yeah, of course. Just for… me, then. I mean—not me, me. Like, us. Just for us. I guess."

He studied me for a moment longer before replying, voice quieter this time. "They’re for our eyes only."

Something about the way he said it lodged itself deep in my chest. The words weren’t romantic, not exactly. But they held weight. Like a promise. Like he had handed me something fragile and trusted me to hold it. My stomach flipped, and I hated how fast the words took root in my mind.

For our eyes only.

There was something about it—something unspoken and just barely intimate. A shared secret I hadn’t realized we were creating. My heart fluttered before I could stop it, and I had to look down at my camera to stop myself from staring at him like a total idiot.

I pretended to check my photos again, though I didn’t see any of them clearly. I was too aware of the stillness around us, of him still standing there, too aware of my own heartbeat thudding far too loudly in my ears.

When I finally looked back up, he was still watching me, calm and unreadable as ever.

"Yeah," I said aloud, trying to steady myself. "Just for us. Got it."

He nodded like it settled something between us. And maybe it did. Maybe that was the thing—these pictures weren’t for an audience. They were just for this moment. For him. For me.

After a pause, I blinked and realized something that made me sit up straighter. "Wait. How am I supposed to get them to you?"

He stepped a little closer to the railing, eyes steady on mine. "Give me your phone."

I opened my mouth to ask why, but before I could even finish the breath, he reached out, fingers brushing softly against mine as he took the phone from my lap. His hands were cold but sure, and there was something ridiculously confident in the way he unlocked it without asking and swiped straight into my contacts.

He typed quickly, efficiently, then passed it back like it was nothing.

There it was.

Park Sunghoon

Saved in my phone like it had always belonged there.

"Now you can send them," he said, glancing down at the camera that still hung from my neck.

I stared at the name on the screen, brain momentarily short-circuiting. "Oh. Okay. Cool," I managed, and then immediately wanted to faceplant into the bleachers.

Cool? That was the best I could do? He just casually slid into my contact list and I was out here saying cool like I was a malfunctioning robot.

He nodded once, like that settled it, and then turned back to the ice. His blades whispered across the surface as he pushed off again, not looking back. I sat there a little stunned, still gripping my phone, watching him disappear back into motion.

I watched for what felt like forever, my camera resting against my chest, heartbeat loud in my ears. I didn’t raise it to shoot again. Not yet. The moment didn’t ask to be captured. It asked to be remembered.

Eventually, he circled back toward the far end of the rink, movements slower now, more thoughtful. I watched him pause for a second, look toward the ceiling like he was thinking through something no one else could hear, and then spin again, this time looser, like he was skating to let go of something.

I stayed there, seated and quiet, camera in my lap, hands warm from where he'd brushed them. I kept staring at his name in my phone, the plain, unstyled contact card glowing against the screen like it meant more than it should.

I should’ve stood up. Should’ve gone back to class. But I didn’t. Not right away.

"Hey," I called out suddenly, not even realizing I was going to speak until the word left my mouth.

He slowed, turned in place, skating a half-circle before gliding back to the edge again.

"Why me?" I asked. "Why let me take the photos?"

He tilted his head slightly. "You didn’t ask me to pose."

That was it. That’s all he said.

And yet, I felt it. The trust in it. The quiet weight of someone who didn’t want to perform anymore.

He turned again, without waiting for a response, and disappeared back into the curve of the rink. And I sat back, phone still in hand, heart still catching up.

I didn’t know what this was. But I knew what it wasn’t.

It wasn’t just about skating. It wasn’t just about photographs. It wasn’t just a fluke.

It was something that belonged to both of us now.

Just for our eyes.

I checked the time on my phone—I'd been there nearly twenty minutes, maybe more. Class had definitely moved on without me, and if I didn’t get back soon, someone was going to notice. Probably my chemistry teacher, who kept track of bathroom breaks like a hawk with a stopwatch.

I shifted, standing up slowly, letting my bag slip back over my shoulder, camera still hanging at my side. Sunghoon had slowed again, watching me from a short distance away. I hesitated, unsure whether to say goodbye or just slip out the same way I came.

But then he spoke.

"Find me at lunch," he said simply.

I blinked, halfway to turning. "Huh?"

He didn’t elaborate, just offered a faint shrug. "You’ll find me."

My brows knit together, caught somewhere between confused and amused. "That’s totally not weird at all," I muttered under my breath, but I knew he heard me because the corner of his mouth lifted—just a fraction, barely there.

Before I could ask what that even meant, he was already skating away again, like that was all he intended to say. I stood there for another second, still slightly stunned, before finally forcing myself to move, slipping back out of the rink and into the hallway.

The warmth hit me like a wave, and I walked toward class with my thoughts racing ahead of me. I didn’t know where I’d find him at lunch. I didn’t even know what I was expecting. But I knew one thing for sure.

I would look.

And I had a feeling—some quiet, ridiculous feeling—that he would be there waiting.

And maybe, just maybe, that was the beginning of something neither of us had a name for yet.

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author's note: trying something new by writing out an enha fic, lemme know what you think and if you want more parts (or more enha fics in general) comment if you want to be added to the taglist!

[prettywon]

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updated irregularly

GENRE ✮ highschool!au, angst, fluff, extreme. slow burn.

PAIRING ✮ player!jungwon x gn!reader

IN WHICH ✦ Jungwon was never exactly known for being loyal, but the halls of Decelis are full of whispers as Jungwon walks hand in hand with Yuna, his girlfriend of 4 months. It seems like Jungwon has finally settled down, and he almost likes the attention, but he thinks he likes you more. Too bad you refuse to look in his direction until he sincerely apologizes to every one of his exes, which is no easy feat.

FEATURING ✮ enhypen, zb1, itzy, lesserafim, ive, txt

WARNINGS ✮ friendly fire (bullying as a joke between friends), swearing, jungwon is an asshole, kys/kms is used as a joke and semi-seriously during things like arguments, bad humor, slow burn (not for the faint of heart)

warnings will be added by chapter as needed^^

STATUS ✮ HIATUS

START ✮ 6/5/23

FINISH ✮

TAGLIST ✮ additions to the taglist will only be accepted through asks!

PROFILES ‧₊˚

ricky and friends

the core four

powerpuff girls plus mojo dojo

CHAPTERS ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 📂

#00 - PROLOGUE

#01 - super senior

#02 - SOOWOOK SCREENTIME??

#03 - @/wdgaf got opps

#04 - he lost the idgaf war

#05 -

[teakersby]

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐗 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ⊹ 𝘕𝘐-𝘒𝘐 (on Wattpad) 

❝𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘶𝘴.❞ 🤡

➜ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐢-𝐤𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐥'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠? 

⊹ 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙮 

[enstayworld]

CEO JAY

Genre: fluff, slight angst?

Warning: none

Words: 1.5K

Not proof read

You walked into work, and you could feel the atmosphere could snap if there was one word or one step wrong. You looked around and saw your best friend at her desk, nervously writing.

"B/f/n, what's going on?" you asked while whispering in case it was wrong to speak out loud.

"The boss, he's in a bad mood." "He yelled at someone this morning," she replied, and it made you cock an eyebrow and smirk. Little did she know you were the reason behind his bad mood. He came home late yesterday, and you’ve been ignoring him ever since.

"He really should control his anger and not take it out on people," you said, rolling your eyes. "That's right, but he doesn’t," she said, and it made you laugh in response

You walked to your desk and sat down. You looked up and saw Jay looking right at you. Your desk was right near Jay's office, so he could see you working. He had a fierce look on his face and you could see he was clenching his jaw as well. You raised an eyebrow at him and then turned away from him to do your work.

You could sense his gaze on you most of the day. You finally completed what you had to do and decided to go grab something to eat.

"Hey, b/s/n are you finished yet? Wanna grab some lunch?" You asked her, and she smiled up at you. "Yep, I’m just about finished; give me a few," she said, typing quickly on her keyboard. About a minute passed, and she laid back and stretched. "And I am finished," she said, puffing out some air. "Don’t forget to save," you said, and she quickly did that, and you guys walked to the cafeteria in your workplace.

"You know I wonder why Jay has been in a bad mood today," she said, and you realised she was using his real name and not calling him boss; it made you cock an eyebrow with a bit of jealousy going through you.

"I don’t know, it’s best not to try to invade his private life," you said to her and she nodded her head. You both grabbed lunch and just chatted away. You heard someone shout and everyone’s head turned that way, then you saw a girl running away in tears. You looked up ahead and saw it was Jay. You were getting frustrated at how he was getting angry at everyone.

You guys finally made it back to your desk and you saw Jay was in his office, so you decided to pay him a visit. You walked in and closed the door and locked it so no one would walk in.

"Jay, I would like to know why you're taking your frustration out on your employees?" You asked Jay as you were walking up to his desk. He turned around in his chair and looked up at you! “You should know why,” he said, clenching his jaw, which was attractive.

"Well, is that my fault?" you asked, leaning on his desk now. He got up and walked around to where you were and turned you around to pin you against the desk. His cologne was so intoxicating that you're getting lost in the scent.

"You know you shouldn't ignore me, it doesn't lead to things" he said and it made you look right at him. "Well, maybe you shouldn't say things you can't do," you said, getting irritated at him.

"Look, I’m sorry I missed our date yesterday. Work had me pulled back until late” he said and it made you roll your eyes. “Jay, you're the CEO, you could have maybe just let someone else take over”, you said, and you did have a point. He could have done that, but no! He wanted to take responsibility and it made you sad because you hardly spend time together.

“Babe..” he said softly, but you just looked down, you were just frustrated because you only see him at work or maybe when you guys go to sleep it’s the only time you have together since Jay likes to work late.

“Maybe we should just break up,” you said and looked right at him. His face turned stone cold, you couldn’t read his face at all. You looked down and saw he was gripping the table a bit too hard because his knuckles were turning white.

“If you’re not going to say anything, I’ll just leave,” you said, as you tried to move his arm, he whipped his arm away from you and pulled you close to him with his other arm.

“Who said I would let you go that easily?” he questioned, looking straight into your eyes. “If you think you can get away from me that easily, think again”, he added and kissed you on the lips which made you soften up.

“You hardly have time for us, so it’s no use for us to be together,” you said, trying to get out of his grip, but it was no help since he held you tight. He backed you up and pinned you against the desk again, but the look on his face made you nervous.

“J-Jay” you shuttered out as you got nervous. He cocked his head a little and smirked at you. “Nervous are we?” He questioned and chuckled at you.

“If you want us to break up, you wouldn’t mind me dating your best friend, right?” He asked and that made your blood boil. You looked at him with a face that said words you didn’t need to say, you gripped him by his collar and pulled him closer. “Don’t you even think about that” you spat out in disgust, the thought of them together ticked you off.

“Well, don’t think about us breaking up” he said, and closed the gap between you guys by kissing you. It was hot and feverish making sure who you both belonged to. It lasted for a few minutes as it was interrupted by a knock at the door.

You looked at Jay nervously because no one knew you guys were dating and both of your lips were a bit bruised. “Get under my desk”, Jay whispered, and you did as you said as he fixed himself up. You crawled underneath. Luckily, the desk wall went right down to the floor so no one could see you under there.

“Come in,” Jay said as he unlocked the door, you got nervous and your heartbeat was beating too fast. “These are the documents you need for the new project. I just finished them off” you heard your best friend say to Jay. “Thank you. You may leave now” Jay said and walked around to his desk. He saw his legs partly.

“Ah actually there’s something I want to ask you actually” you heard her say flirtatious and it made you think of what she was going to say. “Go ahead” you heard Jay say as he sat down in his chair you could now see his face and it was stone cold.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” She said to him and you rolled your eyes. You saw Jay look down at you and you looked at him with a look of please reject her and he quickly looked back at her. “I’m sorry but I’ll have to decline as I’m already seeing someone” he said and it made her choke on air. “Wait what,” she said and he sighed. “You don’t need to know my private life, please leave,” he said.

“Oh come on there's no way I’ve never seen you with anyone before” she said and you were getting pissed off by the minute. You looked at Jay and he saw your expression and got up and leaned on the desk because you heard it creak. “Leave before I fire you” he said coldly to her and it made her shut up, but she didn’t leave and walked around to Jay. You saw her shoes. You wanted to get out from underneath but you knew it wouldn’t end well.

“Jay, just this once, please go out with me,” she said, and you knew she was probably touching him. You heard someone grab the phone and you were curious. “Yes hi! please let b/f/n know she is fired” he said into the phone and you were shocked.

“Leave” he said, and you heard a choked sob and feet running out with the door slamming shut. Jay sat in his chair and sighed as you looked at him wide-eyed. He leaned down and grabbed your hand, helped you up, pulled you into his lap and just put his head into the crook of your neck and sighed.

You ran your fingers through his hair and just hugged him. “I love you” you heard him say and it made you smile, “I love you too”, you said and kissed his cheek.

[whoslug]

THIS WAS AMAZING OMGGGGG

ENHYPEN Mini Series

E N H Y P E N as Rugby Players

pairing: yang jungwon x reader

summary: you are assigned to write the article about the Belift rugby team and had the chance to get close to the the team captain.

word count: 9k

warning: cursing

note📎: here’s jungwon’s entry for this series. i really enjoyed writing this one that i was carried away. let me know what you think, my asks are open. I hope you guys liked it! it really means a lot to me whenever you let me know what you think about them, re-blogs and comments are well appreciated. btw, i love you guys and thank you for reading my works. have a nice day/night! 🤍

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Hi hi. So I have a post on the way don’t worry(i am procrastinating w it. So maybe worry a lil bit) but anyway I just wanted to go on a little mini rant rq abt something I saw earlier because i have nothing better to do so i want yalls opinion. am i just being contrary or is there something off/ off putting about a 30 something year old writing fics about a 17 yr old w sexual innuendos (towards a 20 something yr old(?)). like idk something abt it

[leaderwon]

SLEEPING ON THE COUCH

or

enhypen texts when you sleep on the couch and not next to him

luna's diary : wrote this instead of sleeping

© @leaderwon 2024. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

[zeroseuniverse]

My Mess, Your Mess, Our Mess

Word Count: 768 Summary: “You always come running, no matter what kind of mess I make.” “That’s because you’d literally die without me.” Pairing: Jake X GN! Reader

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If there was one constant in your life, it was control. You thrived on order, schedules, and structure. You were the reliable one, the problem-solver, the person who always had a plan. That is, until Jake Sim crashed into your perfectly managed world like an unrelenting storm.

It started at work, where you first met him. He was a new hire, brought in by your boss who swore he was a genius despite his… tendencies. The first week alone, he set off the fire alarm—not once, but twice. The first time, he microwaved his coffee with a spoon still inside. The second? He somehow managed to spill an entire cup of instant ramen onto the office printer, which, for reasons beyond logic, resulted in sparks and a minor panic.

You had to explain to the fire department both times that no, it was not an actual emergency, and yes, it was the same person responsible.

“I swear I was just trying to print my expense report,” Jake had defended, flashing you a sheepish grin as if that would erase the chaos he had caused.

“You what?” You had pinched the bridge of your nose, exhaling sharply. “Why were you eating ramen next to the printer in the first place?”

“It was a multitasking experiment.”

“It failed.”

But the thing with Jake was, no matter how exasperated he made you, you couldn’t stay mad at him. Because as much trouble as he caused, he somehow always managed to drag you into it, too.

Like the time he roped you into helping him cook.

“I don’t know why you agreed to this,” you muttered as you stood in his kitchen, arms crossed while he rummaged through his cabinets. “You burn toast. Toast, Jake.”

“That’s an exaggeration.”

“Is it? Last week you set the break room toaster on fire.”

“That was an accident!” He looked at you with the most innocent expression, and you had to fight the urge to smile. “Besides, this time, I have you. You’re responsible. You can supervise.”

Supervise, it turned out, was an understatement. Because thirty minutes later, he had somehow flung sauce onto the ceiling, nearly sliced his finger cutting vegetables, and, in a grand finale, almost knocked over the entire pot of pasta while attempting to “save” a single noodle that had slipped onto the counter.

You had barely managed to grab his wrist in time, yanking him back before disaster struck.

“Are you trying to burn your apartment down?” you groaned.

Jake just laughed, his eyes bright with amusement as he looked down at where your hand was still gripping his wrist. “Nah. If anything, I’d say I’m making your life a little more exciting.”

That was the problem. You were starting to realize that maybe you didn’t hate the chaos he brought. Maybe you liked it more than you were willing to admit.

Maybe you liked him.

And that was dangerous.

You told yourself you were just looking out for him, that’s why you always came running to fix whatever mess he got himself into. But then there were moments—small, fleeting moments—that made you question everything.

Like when he’d grinned at you after that near-kitchen disaster, like you were the best part of his day.

Like when he’d brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear absentmindedly, as if he did it all the time.

Like now.

It was late, and you had found yourself once again in Jake’s orbit, this time because he had texted you I need help with no context. You had rushed over, only to find him staring at his laptop with the most defeated expression.

“I deleted the entire project file,” he admitted. “Like, it’s gone.”

You sighed, sitting down beside him and pulling the laptop towards you. “You know, one day, I’m going to let you suffer the consequences of your own disasters.”

“No, you won’t,” he said confidently, propping his chin on his hand as he watched you work. “You like me too much.”

Your fingers froze over the keyboard. Your heart did too.

You turned to glare at him, but he only smirked, leaning in slightly.

“You do,” he teased. “You always come running, no matter what kind of mess I make.”

“That’s because you’d literally die without me.”

“True.” He grinned, but there was something softer in his eyes now. “But also because you care.”

Your breath caught. He wasn’t wrong. You did care. And you were realizing, maybe, just maybe, you weren’t just putting out his fires.

Maybe you were falling straight into them.

And maybe you didn’t mind at all.

[zofia515]

#enhypenfanfic

🎧 ‧　　₊ ENHYPEN REACTION WHEN YOU GET FLUSTERED AS THEIR COLD GF ✦

────﹙NOTES.﹚bf!enhypen x cold!gf && REQUESTED ᰍ 𝅄 fluff + 728wc. skinship, petnames, not proofread ׁ 𓈃 ◌⠀⠀˖ 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

heeseung smirks when he sees the way your cheeks flush at his sudden kiss, the corners of his lips curving up as he watches your usual quiet and cold personality crack. "what's wrong, princess?" he teases, his voice low and playful, leaning in closer until your noses almost touch. you try to muster your usual response, but the way he’s looking at you — the smirk and mischievous grin— has you in a blushed up mess. "nothing," you mumble, turning your face away, but he catches your chin gently, forcing your gaze back to his. "don’t hide from me now," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, and the flutter in your chest only intensifies. heeseung chuckles at your reaction, clearly amused. "my cold little princess, getting all shy?" he murmurs

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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐀𝐘

jay watches you carefully, the way your usual composed expression falters when he leans in to press his lips against yours. "hmm, did i finally break through that ice, baby?" he whispers against your lips, pulling back just enough to see the flush creeping up your cheeks. you try to keep your cool, but your heart betrays you, as you avoid his eyes. "stop," you murmur, turning your face away, but jay chuckles, his hand gently cupping your chin to bring your gaze back to him. "why so shy, love?" his voice is teasing, a contrast to his usual calm demeanor. "i like this side of you," he says, thumb brushing your lower lip

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄

"what’s wrong, baby?" jake’s voice is teasing as he leans in closer, his lips just a breath away from yours. he notices the way your eyes widen, the slight hitch in your breath, and he grins, knowing he’s gotten to you. "you’re cute when you’re flustered," he murmurs. you try to maintain a composed look, but the warmth spreading through your cheeks betrays you. "don’t get too full of yourself," you mumble, but the way your voice shakes makes him smile. "i don’t need to," he whispers, pressing his lips against yours again, and when he pulls back, he can’t hide his smile. "you love it."

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍

"are you okay, baby?" sunghoon asks, his brows knitted together in confusion as he watches you avoid his gaze. you nod, trying to maintain your normal empty expression. he hesitates for a moment before leaning in to press a soft kiss against your forehead, his lips lingering longer than usual. "did i do something wrong?" he murmurs, tilting your chin up gently so your eyes meet. the unexpected look sends a rush of heat to your cheeks, and you quickly look away, flustered. noticing your reaction, sunghoon's confusion deepens but a small, amused smile plays on his lips. "why are you blushing then, sweetheart?" he teases softly, his eyes twinkling as he inches closer

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎

sunoo tilts his head, studying your expression with a curious smile. "did i just see you blush, baby?" he asks, his voice light and teasing as he steps closer. you quickly shake your head, trying to maintain your usual cold personality. he leans in, his face just inches from yours, and you can feel a small smile growing. "are you sure?" he whispers, brushing his lips lightly against yours, the contact so brief but made your heart thump so loudly. when he pulls back, he’s grinning from ear to ear. "got you," he says softly, clearly pleased with himself.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍

jungwon notices the way your eyes widen and the slight flush that creeps up your neck, and he smirks, leaning in closer. "what’s got you all flustered, princess?" he teases as he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. the way his warm breath fans across your skin makes it impossible for you to not blush. his lips ghost over yours, so close you can almost feel the kiss. "you’re not usually this quiet," he murmurs, his tone playful. he chuckles at your dazed expression. "so much for being cold, huh? i like this side of you," he whispers, his thumb gently tracing your flushed cheek.

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈

riki blinks at you, a hint of confusion in his eyes as he notices the faint blush spreading across your cheeks. "what’s up with you? do you have a fever?" he asks, as he leans in to study your face. you try to brush it off with a shrug, but he isn’t convinced. "did my kiss really get to you that much?" he teases, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. before you can respond, he closes the distance again, capturing your lips in another quick kiss, his eyes watching your reaction closely. when he sees your cheeks turn a deeper shade of pink, his grin widens. "oh, you’re blushing," he says, clearly amused as he leans in for another kiss, and then another. "you’re so cute when you’re like this," he laughs

[loveywon]

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pairing: jungwon x (gn)reader wc: 3.3k synopsis: you and jungwon never really got along, but one morning you're in bed with him and you both don't recognize the room that you're in. warnings: fluff, there's a baby, angst if you squint idk, not proofread, riki n sunghoon mentioned, you n jungwon are seniors in high school! a/n: my first fic on here...NERVOUS.....IM LAZY TO PROOFREAD......pls enjoy though !!!(≧∀≦)

“Anyone who has to endure waking up next to you every morning is definitely receiving karma for something bad they did,” you rolled your eyes at Jungwon who is currently looking at you with squinted eyes and a scowl on his face. 

That's the last thing you said to him before leaving school and going back home to only fight with him again the next morning. Except, you didn’t wake up in your usual bed and you didn’t hear your usual blaring alarm off the next morning. Instead, you actually feel a little hot. You don’t remember putting an extra blanket on you before going to bed last night, but you still felt an extra weight and heat radiating around you. 

You blink twice, eyes still puffy from sleep as you roll over onto your side to get out of bed, but before you could actually even move your legs, a force pulled you closer to the center of the bed. You suppressed a scream. What if it was a serial killer? What if Jungwon had enough and decided to hire a hitman to kill you?! Millions of thoughts began to run through your head, but you snapped out of it when you heard a grumble from behind you. You gulped, deciding whether or not your best option was to just lay still until your potential killer got tired of waiting or if you should grab your lamppost from your bedside table and whack the person with it. 

You got this, y/n! You slowly reach for the lamp, your left hand reaching out slowly to unplug the lamp as quietly as possible. With the blinds slightly cracked open from the window, something on your left finger shined in the light and you paused from almost being potentially blinded, but also because you never wore any jewelry? You quickly looked at your hand, and saw a fat, bright diamond staring right back at you on your ring finger. 

In the state of shock you were in, you quickly turned around to what could be your potential killer in bed with you, but to add onto your surprise even more (honestly how did you not get a stroke?), there laid Jungwon himself, face half buried into the pillow and an arm loosely wrapped around your waist. 

“What the fuck…” you whispered, eyes darting between your ring and Jungwon. You quickly got out of Jungwon’s arms and got on your feet, starting to pace around from stress. You didn’t even recognize the place you were in, everything was decorated so nicely, but so different from your house that you were literally in last night. You quickly peeked through the blinds, seeing that you were in a very suburban neighborhood that you did not recognize. You stopped pacing after getting nowhere, turning to look at Jungwon’s sleeping state. He mumbled something in his sleep, his arm subconsciously moving around the bed where you were previously laying on. This caused him to blink his eyes open and lift his head off the pillow after not finding you in bed with him.

“Good morning, princess. You had a good sleep? Oh me too, now do you please mind telling me where the fuck are we!?” You exclaimed, walking back to the edge of the bed to greet a sleepy Jungwon. 

“What.. what are you doing here in my house?” Jungwon muttered, not really wanting to fight with you in the bright and early morning. He failed to process that he is in fact, not in his own home anymore. 

“This is your house? If I remember correctly, last time when Riki invited me over to yours for the party, your house did not look like this. And I highly doubt that your house would have frilly curtains like this. Your curtains were literally blue last time I was there,” you sighed, clearly frustrated with the fact that Jungwon seemingly did not know where they were. 

He slowly sat up in the bed, rubbing his eyes in an adorable manner (you would rather barf every day than admit this) as he took in his surroundings. His brows furrowed as he did so, realizing that you were right (he would rather smell Riki’s feet than admit this). “Oh.” 

“Yeah, oh!” your tone dripping in sarcasm as you started to pace around the bedroom again. You spot a vanity in the corner of the room, and you decide to look through the drawers for maybe something. You didn’t know what you were looking for, but literally anything! Something! 

As you get to the vanity, you look at yourself in the mirror.

“Um…Jungwon…come here…”

He was still taking in his surroundings, rolling his eyes as he groggily got out of bed and trudged towards you.  He bends down to look at the mirror, eyes widening at the sight before him.

Both of you looked much more mature than you did last night, your hair was a lighter color and Jungwon’s (handsome) facial features were much more fitting in his face. 

“What. Why do we look like this??” Jungwon’s hands flew to his face, touching his cheek as he poked himself while looking at the mirror. “This is some serious sick joke, it has to be! I’m gonna call Sunghoon. It was probably his doing,” He rushed to grab his phone from the bedside table, only to find that his phone was a completely different model and much thinner than his original phone. He ignores it, opening his contacts to call up Sunghoon.

“I’ll call Riki, this seems like something he would also do,” you mumble more to yourself as you grab your phone as well, which is the same as Jungwon’s; much thinner than your actual phone. 

Both of you dial up Sunghoon and Riki, holding up your phones to your ears. You bite on your lip absentmindedly as the phone rang and Jungwon tapped his foot impatiently on the carpeted floor. 

“Sunghoon!”

“Riki!”

“Hey, um, you can take us back home now…this house is kinda starting to creep me out. The prank is over, right? Y/n is getting on my nerves,” Jungwon mumbled the last part into the phone, taking a slight peek at you. You return his look, sharp pointed eyes glaring at him since you heard his last sentence.

“Stop with this prank, seriously Riki! I think I might make Jungwon bald faster than he already is if I’m stuck here any longer!” You spoke into the phone, not bothering to keep your words shushed. You wanted him to hear it. 

Jungwon merely rolled his eyes at your words, choosing to be the “bigger” person, as if he didn’t just say that you were getting on his nerves earlier. 

Over the phone, Sunghoon spoke, “What prank? I literally dropped you guys off at home last night, what are you talking about? Also I thought after you and Y/n got married, you would stop with your silly bickering. Ah, you guys are so cute.”

Jungwon swore his eye twitched at Sunghoon’s words.

“Hi Y/n! I don’t know what prank you’re talking about, I swear! Whatever it is, it’s not me this time! Maybe it was Sunghoon, didn’t he see you guys last night? And you’re still bullying Jungwon after all these years? I thought we left that at high school!” Riki chuckled through the phone.

You swore your eye twitched.

You both hung up after saying your goodbyes, deeming them as useless. You and Jungwon turn back to each other from opposite ends of the bed. 

“It’s not Sunghoon.”

“It’s not Riki.” 

You opened your mouth again to start panicking, however, a spine chilling cry came from across the hall, through the closed door of the bedroom you and Jungwon were in. The both of you furrowed your brows in confusion. It sounded like a baby’s cry, and last time the both of you checked, you guys didn’t have any younger siblings. 

You hesitated to check out where the crying was coming from, but the ever so (annoying) brave Jungwon didn’t think twice to leave the bedroom and open the door across the hall. You quickly follow behind, not wanting to be left alone in the foreign bedroom. You peek from behind his shoulder, only to find a baby crying in their cradle, flailing their arms around as they sob loudly. 

“Oh my god, I think I’m gonna puke,” you say exaggeratedly.  Truth be told, the baby was cute, but you were never a person that experienced baby fever. 

Jungwon rolled his eyes at you before walking towards the cradle, shushing the baby quietly as he took it into his arms and started to rock it back and forth in his arms as if it was second nature. The baby surprisingly didn’t cry louder when Jungwon picked it up, which showed on Jungwon’s facial features as he continued to shush the baby. You watched silently, a slight pout unknowingly forming on your lips before Jungwon spoke. 

“I think she’s hungry. Can you get me the baby bottle behind you and make the milk?” He asked quietly, not wanting to scare the baby since the baby doesn’t know him. 

“Oh, uh, yeah…” you replied, turning around to the table behind you. You grabbed the baby bottle and twisted the cap open, but didn’t make a move to do anything else. You stared at the machine. It looked like an espresso machine, but you didn’t exactly know how to work it. You start to press a few buttons, however, none were successful. 

Jungwon sighed, “You have no idea how to make baby milk do you?” He stated more than questioned before he walked towards you and gestured to you to take the baby out of his arms so that he could make the milk. 

You stared at him. He wanted you to hold a baby? You considered yourself to never be trusted with a baby. “Um, I…” You started, forming excuses that were on the tip of your tongue but Jungwon stopped you before you could say anything.

“Just hold her. It’s not the end of the world.”

You bit on your inner cheek, grabbing the baby from his arms and started to cradle her with it. Hey! It was easier than you thought, like you had done this before (you haven’t, your parents never let you near your baby cousins). 

You stared at the baby as Jungwon started to mix the baby milk formula, studying her features. She was actually a lot cuter up close, and before you even noticed, a small smile started forming on your features and the baby soon stopped crying and giggled upon seeing your smile.

Jungwon abruptly turned around, scared that you did something to the baby since she had stopped crying. “What did you d-” He asked hurriedly, but stopped himself when he saw you admiring the baby. 

When you weren’t telling him that he was balding, he always thought you were pretty. This was the closest he’s been next to you when seeing you smile. Everytime he did see you smile, it was always from across the lunchroom at school, or on the other side of the class you two shared together. 

Catching himself staring, he quickly turned back around to attend the milk, but his own little smile graced his face as well. 

“Mama!” The baby babbled, small hands reaching out to touch your hair. You swore you almost dropped the baby on the floor, eyes almost popping out of your head as your jaw went agape. 

Jungwon halted his movements as well, about to pour the milk formula into the baby bottle. He slowly turned around, the baby bottle still in hand but only half filled. 

“What did she just say.” You and Jungwon said flatly in unison. 

After putting the baby back in the cradle and properly giving her the milk, you and Jungwon both left the baby room and sat on a bench that was in the hallway. 

It was silent after a while, neither of you guys knowing what to say or think. 

“Okay…realistically, that is probably someone else’s baby, right? And she’s still young, so she probably just thought that you were her mother…” Jungwon said after some time, his hands running through his hair as he stressed about their current situation. 

“Yeah, but,” you hesitated to say what you were thinking, looking at the door that led to the baby’s room.

“What? Say it. We only have each other right now. I don’t know where we are, and if Sunghoon and Riki insist that this is our house, they are either very, incredibly serious, or they are stretching out this prank. But I don’t think either would go as far as to use a real baby for a prank…right?” Jungwon started to ramble before realizing it.

“She looked like you.”

His head turned to look at you, but you were still facing the baby’s door. “What are you talking about?” He said suspiciously, for once hesitating to ask you about something. He’s never been scared of you - he thinks he never will be. At first, when you two first crossed paths in freshman year of high school, he didn’t think you were scary. Maybe intimidating, but not scary. He doesn’t even remember your first interaction, if he was being honest. He likes to think his first interaction with you was when you both were helping out Yearbook with taking photos of the dance and you asked him to hand you a SD card because your camera was missing one. He knows it wasn’t actually your first interaction with him. 

You remember your exact first words with Jungwon.

“You said I stink?” You said as you stood above his desk where he was sitting, three minutes before your shared class starts. 

He blinks up at you, studying your furrowed brows and the slight pout on your lips. His mouth falls open, but nothing comes out. You roll your eyes, reaching for something in your backpack. You take out a Jo Malone perfume, and start to spray it between you and him. You stopped until Jungwon started coughing from the amount of strong fragrance in the air, smiling like you won first place at an Olympic sport, before walking back to your designated seat.

Jungwon bought the perfume the next day, waiting for you to use all the perfume up and putting it in your locker when he heard you complain to your friends that it was getting empty. 

“She has your eyes and your dimples when she giggles.” You say, matter of factly. You didn’t want to admit that you take in Jungwon’s cat-like eyes, the soft brown that they are and his cute dimples he has whenever he laughs at something stupid Riki said. 

“She also has your nose,” Jungwon also says after a little silence. He noticed the baby’s nose when he first picked her up, how could he not when he spends your time arguing to admire your facial features? 

You stay quiet after he says that, unsure of what to say. This was awkward, and there was literally nothing to go off of. The only proof of whose home this is, is that a random baby that spawned out of nowhere looks like both you and Jungwon. Is that really enough to go off of?

As the both of you are in deep thought, you snap out of it as your stomach grumbles from not eating dinner last night. You crashed in bed as soon as you finished your homework, completely forgetting to eat dinner.

Jungwon does his best to stifle a laugh, but he fails, which earns him a glare from you. He stands up from the bench, your eyes following his movements as he walks towards the stairs. He looks at you with an eyebrow raised, “Are you coming? Riki says I make a mean pancake.”

Your brows raise in surprise, standing up from the bench and following him down the stairs. As you take in the new surroundings, Jungwon just strides into the kitchen as if he knew exactly where he was. 

“Are you sure you aren’t the one pranking me? You look so…natural in the house,” You start to question, but you highly doubt it because he panicked and over thought as much as you did. He shrugs at your question, but he begins to think the same as well. How did he exactly know where the kitchen was, not thinking twice about looking at yet another new surroundings. 

As he starts to prepare the pancakes for the both of you, you walk towards the living room that is next to the open spaced kitchen. There’s a scrapbook laid open on the coffee table, and you quickly rush to look at it, thinking it would give you some hints about where you were.

You were wrong. It only made you even more confused as you started to flip through the pages.

Even though it freaked you out what was on the pages, you couldn’t help but keep looking at the filled pages full of photos and writings. 

Every single photo had a photo of at least you, Jungwon, or the baby.

You’re flipping through the pages backwards, so when you get to the first few pages, you see a photo of you and Jungwon under a decorated wedding arch. Your eyes widen at the pictures, one of you kissing him on the cheek and another of both of you kissing on the lips. You felt like throwing up.

Fighting through it, you keep going backwards until you reach the first page. There lies a taped letter, and you instantly recognize it as Jungwon’s writing. You read it, and the further you get down to the end of the written letter, you don’t notice Jungwon calling your name.

“Y/n! The pancakes are ready…” his voice fades out as he peers over your shoulder to see  what you’re looking at. His face pales. 

He wrote that letter in junior year. He remembers so vividly, him planning to put it in your locker. Even though he enjoys your little bickering here and there, he wants to be able to hold you, kiss you, and love you. He wants to see you smiling, not because of your friends, but because of him. You only frown whenever you’re around him.

He wishes you didn’t mishear what he said. Maybe if you heard “Riki stinks” instead of “Y/n stinks”, you two would have been a couple sooner. 

“You like me?” You ask him, but you’re not looking at him. You’re staring blankly at the last words written on the letter that reads, “Please accept my liking for you! - Jungwon<3.”

His mouth is dry. 

He never did put it in your locker. He really was! But their senior, Intak, beat him to it. You rejected Intak for whatever reason, but he lost his courage to shove the letter into your locker for the rest of the year and decided that bickering and fighting with each other would be enough to satiate him for the time being. 

After a long silence, you shut the scrapbook and put it back on the table. You shift on the couch that you’re sitting on, turning around to look him in the eye, however, he’s not looking at you. He’s staring down at his pancakes, teeth capturing his bottom lip as he thinks of what to say. 

He doesn’t think you reciprocate his feelings. Why would you when you pick a fight with him every day at school? He thinks you’re just bored and find entertainment in bickering with him, and he’s fine with that. At least he gets to interact with you daily, it’s enough for him.

But now? He’s scared. He’s scared that if he answers yes, he does like you, then you will never speak to him. Knowing you, you might walk out the door of this foreign house that they’re in, and never come back. 

“I don’t know if I like you, to be honest.” You say flatly, as if you were so sure of what you were saying. He still doesn’t look up from his pancakes. He expected this.

“But, I can start now.”

part 2 out now!

[moonrachas]

mirage | two

pairing: hybrid!ot7 x human(f)!reader

genre: hybrid au

word count: 4.5k

warnings: mentions of mistreatment, mentions of stalking, swearing, y/n gets horny (for like one second), smut in later chapters

summary: Your daily life was getting repetitive until one morning when your friends force you to adopt some hybrids. Coming home with four, things seem to be going well until three animals show up at your door, and they don’t seem to want to leave anytime soon...

a/n: hi guys! i was planning on making a taglist for this story. If you're interested, just comment or send an ask and i'll add you!! also, i'm going to make a post for visuals on how each of them look like.

You quickly wipe your eyes, turning to your friends.

They scan the room, searching for the cause of your sudden tears, until their eyes land on the familiar black fur, looking almost identical to your previous cat.

”It’s okay y/n, do you want to look at any of the other enclosures?” Kai says, rubbing your back.

Part of you wants to listen and just look at the other animals, but another part of you is drawn to the cat. You lock eyes, and you look away, embarrassed. You almost forget that it’s part human.

Eventually, you decide that you will just listen to your heart and purchase this cat. You were planning to just ignore it, trying to avoid the future “I told you so”s from your friends, but you can almost feel the connection.

“No, thats okay, I think i’ll just get that one.” You walk over to the worker in the end of the room.

“Excuse me, I’d like to adopt that black cat hybrid over there in the corner.” You point at the small enclosure. The cats are watching you intently. You wonder how long they’ve been waiting in this place. You see some rush up to the front, wanting to be the one noticed and chosen by you.

“That one?” The worker says with a confused look on his face. “Are you sure? He’s in that little place for a reason, you know.”

“What for?” You turn back, confused. The cat doesn’t look harmful, well, to you at least. It looks like it’s doing the same as any of the other cats in the room. You watch as it attempts to pick up a ball, only for the ball to fly up and hit the cat in face. It jumps and runs away, mortified. You press your lips together and hold back a giggle, turning back to the worker.

“Well, we can’t really enclose specifics to our customers, but that little thing is a troublemaker.” He scratches his head, looking you in the eye. “If you really want it, just know that it might be a little rowdy.”

You nod in agreement. “I’ll see about that.”. You watch as the worker goes inside the enclosure, picking up the scared cat that was hiding in it’s cat tower from the ball. It looks up at him, confused. You miss the way the gray cat in the same enclosure tries to grab it’s friend, resisting his grip.” The worker then manages to pull it away, and walks back to you.

“Hybrids usually mostly stay in their human forms, but they may shift from time to time from either wanting to play or being scared. He never been owned before.”

He? Owned? It now comes to your attention that you are adopting someone, and it feels morally wrong to do so. But your kind heart wants to save him in a way, since you know you would go crazy if you were the one living in the enclosure.

“He will be in the front when you’re ready!” The worker places it in a cage, carrying it out of the room. You turn around, noticing that your friends are gone. Pulling out your phone, you read a few texts from Kai.

Huka: Hey y/n, we wanted to give you some space so we split up and decided to look at the other enclosures.

You quickly send back a “sounds good” as you are now left alone with your thoughts. Feeling the rush, you decide to go and check out another enclosure. Getting one more can’t hurt, right? It’s not like Yuna and Kai are here to tell you no! Besides, your cat hybrid seems like he would need a friend.

You turn over to the other side of the room, walking up to the dog section. You look around the room, watching all of the dogs playing, chasing each other, or wrestling. As your eyes focus on what’s in front of you, you spot a big dog with golden fur staring at you, panting. It’s cute eyes and seated position shows that it wants to play.

“You’re so cute.” You coo, pouting your lips.

You decide to check out the other dogs first. But every time you move to the side to see, the dog walks in the same direction as you, blocking your way. You stare at it confused, and it stares back, almost smiling at you.

You stand on your tippy toes to try to look over it but it just stands on its hind legs, scratching at the glass.

“You little-”

“Hey! What are you doing outside of your enclosure?” The worker runs up to the dog, picking it up. The dog whines as he tries to escape the worker’s grip.

“Wait wait wait, I want to adopt that one.” You say as the worker is about to place it back, surprising both him and yourself.

“This one? Are you sure? Hes a good dog, yeah, but he’s full of mischief.”

“Yeah i’m sure.” You say confidently. The worker brings up the dog hybrid to the front as well.

You thought you would stop there, but no. You need more, your heart and brain having two conflicting thoughts as you decide on whether or not to stop. But your decision was already made as you walked to the next room, filled with the small animal hybrids. You know you need the company, since coming home to a quiet, empty house has been bringing down your mood for so long. Maybe your friends were right, maybe all you needed were some friends.

You observe the small animal hybrids, watching them run around. In the middle, you see a little maze set up for them. Guinea pigs are sleeping in little sheltered beds. You hear their cute squeaks of joy as they play.

In yet another small enclosure, you spot a bunny and a hamster fighting over.. an apple? You watch as the hamster nibbles on the golden brown bunny’s ears, causing it to jump back in surprise. The hamster then runs for the apple, it’s tiny feet only carrying it away slowly as the bunny follows closely behind.

Intrigued, you fight back the tiny voices in your head that are telling you to stop, and ask the worker for those two. There’s no way you could separate them. They get taken to the front, and you find Yuna and Kai back at the big animal enclosure.

“So, did you find one that you wanted?” Yuna grabs your shoulders, staring down at you.

“I did.” You say back, deciding not to reveal anything else.

As you walk back to the front, you notice Kai holding a hedgehog in his arms.

“What- or who, is that?” You ask, staring at the little creature.

“Oh, this? This is Odi, i bought him for my friend Soobin. He’s been a bit lonely in our house recently.”

“Huh, looks like a lot of people came to buy hybrids today. I could’ve sworn there was like no one in each room..” Yuna says, staring at the hybrid cages next to the worker behind the register.

“Actually, those are all mine.” You say, look up at them. You watch as the golden retriever hybrid pants happily.

“I’m sorry, what? What happened to you being against it?” Kai says, pointing his finger at you and tilting his head. “You were all like I’m an independent women with goals and hybrids would only distract me blah blah blah” he says in a mocking tone.

“Shut up!” You whisper shout, smacking his hand away. I’m a new woman.”

He mumbles a “whatever” as you go up and purchase the hybrids.

“Welcome back y/n! I hope you found your hybrids without any issues today. So the first one is a black British Shorthair cat hybrid. This one’s a Golden Retriever hybrid. And these two..” he points to the small animals, “are a golden Palomino rabbit and a golden hamster. Since you’re buying four, I’d hope you have a stable income to take care of them. Just sign these papers and you’ll be all set!”

“Alright thank you!” You quickly sign the stack of papers, all being about the safety of you and the hybrids. You hand over the papers back with a smile.

The three of you- well, eight of you, leave the building and walk over to the car, with Yuna carrying the small animals, Kai carrying the dog hybrid and Odi, and you carrying the cat hybrid. You place the hybrids in the trunk of your car and sit inside.

Arriving home, your friends wave goodbye and wish you good luck. You miss the three pairs of eyes that were watching you outside, hiding behind a bush.

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Your hybrids stand awkwardly behind you in your living room, now in human form. You’ve managed to give them clothes from your ex that forgot to take his stuff back. It was a little loose, but it would do for now.

It was very hard to focus straight when you were alone in your house with four very handsome men. You never expected this, but you had to make do.

“Hi everyone! You can call me y/n. I hope you all feel welcome in your new home. Let’s sit on the couch to discuss a few things.” You lead them to the couch, and you sit opposite of them. They walk weirdly in a single file line, stumbling a little, not used to being in their human form. The dog hybrid walks closely behind the cat, almost like it’s for comfort.

Surprisingly, the tiny hamster hybrid is actually the tallest in human form, his sharp eyes making your insides feel weird. The bunny hybrid has a black mole on his face, with golden brown hair.

You stand up to go and get some water for them, so the hybrids were left alone on the couch. The dog hybrid looks around, scanning the room and making sure there was no way you could hear them. “What are we gonna do about the others?” He asks, one ear up to listen for any sign that you are coming.

The hamster hybrid pauses, thinking. “We might have to sneak them back out.” He looks at the others for their approval.

“Are you crazy? They caught us last time! Who’s to say they won’t do it again? Anyways, we can worry about that later. Y/n seems nice and maybe we could get her to help us.” The cat hybrid shrugs, more relaxed than the others.

“Help us? She would never.”

“I’m back, sorry for the wait. I was trying to carry four glasses but i realized i could just carry four bottles.” You laugh at yourself, handing each of them a bottle. “So, I was thinking of ways you guys could start to get to know each other-” You get interrupted and turn your head to see the golden retriever hybrid silently laughing. Realizing you are looking, he masks it with a cough. He mumbles a sorry, clearing his throat.

“Um anyways, I think we should start with names?” You say, looking up at the bunny hybrid sitting on the left. “We can just go in order.”

“Hello everyone, I’m Sunghoon.” The bunny hybrid says, waving at everyone. You immediately take note of his deep, raspy voice. The rest wave back at him and you all turn your attention on the hamster hybrid.

“Hi I’m Heeseung.” He says with a smile.

The dog hybrid starts, “Hi, I’m Jake.” You notice his cute Aussie accent. Immediately after he introduces himself, he starts laughing, unable to look anyone in the eye without losing it.

“Okay can someone tell me what’s going on?” You say, tired of being confused.

“Okay fine. We already all know each other. You can call me Jay.” The black cat hybrid says. “We weren’t always in that little hybrid adoption center. We lived freely for a while, until one night we were captured and they told us about this rule about hybrids having to be owned by humans. We got split up in the center, so this is basically our first time talking to each other in a while, and it’s a bit awkward.”

You suddenly feel sorry for them. Knowing they were a part of the same group and then being separated just because they’re hybrids breaks your heart. “I’m so sorry that happened! I don’t want it to seem like I own you, just picture me as a friend, like how you guys see each other.”

The hybrids all give each other a look, and then turn back to you. “You see,” Sunghoon starts, “It doesn’t really work like that.”

“What do you mean?” You get interrupted for what feels like the hundredth time by scratching on the door. You get up from the couch, walking with the boys following closely behind. Looking through the peephole of the front door, you don’t see anyone, so you assume it may be a package. Opening the door, you look outside to see no one, so you almost step outside until you hear a loud bark, making you jump.

“AH! What the hell!” You look down to see a fox, cat, and dog sitting closely together, shivering slightly due to the wind. The sun was starting to set, so you couldn’t really see them properly.

“No fucking way.” You turn to the boys behind you, who look like they’ve just seen a ghost. Jake doesn’t realize you’ve turned around, still mouthing something to the three animals. You then realized that they know each other.

“You guys better explain this.” You signal the animals to come inside as you shake your head.

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The hybrids are now all in their human forms, sitting on the couch with the three unknown ones sitting on the ground in front of them. With the other dog hybrid sitting in front if Jay, he reaches down and pets the other dog hybrid’s hair and back of ears. You stand in front of them, crossing your arms and pinching the top of your nose.

“How the fuck did you three get out of the adoption center?” You squint your eyes at them.

“Relax! This wasn’t even the first time.” The dog hybrid smiles proudly.

“Relax? I could get in so much trouble for this. I don’t even know your names.”

“I’m Niki, the one next to me is Sunoo,” the fox hybrid waves at you, his smile looking adorable, “and next to him is Jungwon.” Jungwon also waves, dimples on full display.

“I’m y/n.” you reply with a small wave. “Wait, the first time? You’ve all done this before?” You raise your eyebrows, confused. The situation keeps getting worse, and you worry that this may end horribly. What if I get caught with them? You wonder. Or worse, end up in jail? You pace your living room, freaking out. All of a sudden you feel strong arms being wrapped around you. You turn over to see Jungwon hugging you with a smile.

“Are you okay y/n? Please let us stay with you. I promise we’ll be good!”

How could you say no to him? He’s looking at you like you with so much adoration, and you can’t help but smile at that. You remember how they mentioned them being split up, so you can��t help but feel sorry for them. But looking at the rest of the boys, they don’t look too happy.

Jay’s jaw is clenched, ears sticking out and tail stiff. Heeseung is gripping the edge of the couch, a low hiss coming out as he stares at Jungwon.

You look back at Jungwon, slightly pulling away. “Fine, I’ll let you guys stay tonight. It’s been a long day, and all I want is some rest.”

“Great!” Jake suddenly appears next to Jungwon, pulling him away. "You should go and get some sleep, we’ll take care of everything!”

“Okay, you guys need to share rooms, there’s three available. Goodnight you guys.” You say as you walk upstairs, going straight for the shower.

As soon as they’re alone, Sunghoon breaks the silence. “What are we going to do? We have to convince her to let us all stay.”

“What do you mean? She already said we could.” Jungwon replies.

“No, she said you can stay tonight, shes probably going to wake up tomorrow and once she starts thinking properly again, she’s probably not going to know what to do.” Heeseung interrupts.

“Whatever let’s worry about this tomorrow I’m tired.” Sunoo whines, dragging out the last word. They make their way upstairs. Outside the first door, they hear the water running from your shower.

Jake turns to Sunghoon, wiggling his eyebrows and smirking.

“Dude, seriously, stop.” Sunghoon says, shaking his head. The rest turn to face the two.

“Stop what?” Jake acts confused to make Sunghoon look stupid.

“Can you two stop? We need to decide on rooms.” Jungwon scolds them, and they both nod. Once the rest turn back around, Jake smirks at Sunghoon, and the bunny hybrid groans.

After walking a bit more, they reach the hallway with the bedrooms. On the walls near the end there are four doors, with the very end being the last door. Heeseung opens the door closest to them, and then first sees a bed with beige sheets and colorful character plushies on them. On the wall are posters of various bands. He quickly shuts it, realizing that it's yours. They open the next three doors, all consisting the same things with different layouts; A bed, a dresser, and a small bathroom connected to it.

Sunghoon and Jake decide on the room next to yours. At first, Sunghoon was hesitant to room with Jake, but after a long please and puppy eyes, he was quick to reconsider. The room across from yours was taken by Jungwon and Sunoo.

The last room, which was also the biggest room, was taken by Jay, Niki, and Heeseung. They didn’t mind who they were going to room with, so they were okay with anyone as their roommates as long as they had the biggest room. You all fall asleep, excited for the next day.

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You wake up to the smell of fresh pancakes and coffee. Coffee was something you couldn’t resist, so instead of staying in bed for an extra thirty minutes like you usually do, you immediately get up. After washing up in the bathroom, you head downstairs.

Walking into the kitchen, you see a shirtless Jay cooking at the oven with Jake, Sunghoon, and Sunoo sitting down at the table. Your eyes scan Jay, watching as his back muscles whenever he moves. Jake and Sunghoon are still half asleep while Sunoo is eating his pancakes. “Do you like pancakes, y/n?” Jay turns around, watching as you struggle to form words.

“O-of course I like pancakes.” You quickly rush over to join the boys at the table, purposely facing away from Jay to keep yourself together. Sunoo looks at Jay knowingly and then turns back around to continue eating his food. The others join you, having to force Heeseung out of bed, and you can’t help but smile. You can’t remember the last time you had company for breakfast. The usual quietness of your home is replaced by the sound of laughter and conversation as you finally have people to surround yourself with. Taking a bite of one of Jay’s pancakes, you groan at how amazing it tastes. “Mmm, I didn’t know you were such a good cook Jay!”

“I used to cook for everyone before. This isn’t even half as good as what I used to be able to make back then. I missed cooking, so thank you for letting me use your kitchen.” He smiles at you.

You return a smile back, and Jay insists he washes everyone’s plates. While everyone is still in the kitchen, you decide it’s best to tell them the plans for the day.

“I was thinking about everyone staying here and I wanted everyone to have more of their own items in our home, so how does going shopping sound?” You ask. Everyone agrees excitedly and heads up to change upstairs.

You drive everyone to the store, and they couldn’t stop moving the whole ride. “You guys can go around now, I’ll meet you when you’re done.” You say as you enter the store. They rush off into the store, and you get bored only 5 minutes in, with nothing to do. So you walk over to the toys aisle, where you spot a familiar pair of red ears. Turning the corner, you see Sunoo staring at the stuffed animals, Niki and Jake closeby. “What do you think about this one y/n?” Jungwon holds up a grey cat tree in between his arms. “It could fit both me and Jay!”

“That looks nice!” You say as you push him your empty cart to place the item in.

“I’d bet y/n could fit in there. She’s tiny.” Niki laughs.

“Hey, what about this hamster plushie!” Sunoo waves it around, wanting your approval.

“We don’t need that, we already have Heeseung.” Niki laughs, causing you all to laugh too.

“Don’t forget to shop for clothes too.” You walk away, looking for the others.

You see Jay looking at graphic tees, his cart next to him. Walking over, you look inside his cart, and find it completely filled with ramen, meat, vegetables, and new cooking tools. “What’s all this?” You ask.

“Oh, Heeseung just wanted some ramen.” He says, unphased.

“Yeah? And what about the rest?”

“Oh..” He puts the shirt down to look at you. “Sorry, am I not supposed to get this?” He asks, ears flat against his head.

“Oh no don't worry, it’s all good!” You reassure him. He says thank you and you wait for the boys at the front.

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You are met with a smiley group of boys and three completely filled carts. You wouldn’t have bought this much for them, but it’s so hard for you to say no at them when they’re looking at you like this. You have a lot of saving anyways, since you have been living alone for a while.

The first cart has hoodies, sweatpants, shirts, and jeans. There are slides, two being black, two being white, and 3 being gray. “We wanted to get matching ones with our roommates.” Sunghoon explains.

In the next cart, there are toys. There is a cat tower that Jungwon showed you earlier, tennis balls for the dog hybrids, a wheel for the hamster hybrid, and plushies for the fox hybrid. “Who put that there?” Heeseung points to the hamster plushie, the three youngest snickering in the back.

In the last cart, there is food and cooking supplies combined with hygiene products. To your surprise, there is a complete set of skincare products. You question their knowledge on it, but realize they haven't been able to use any in a while, so you let them get it.

You think about other things they might possibly need, although the three full carts make it nearly impossible to come up with any. You then remember that they may need cell phones for an emergency. What if you were out at work, or hanging out with Yuna and Kai? What if someone breaks in, or they get lost somewhere? You suddenly feel like a mom leaving their kids for the first time.

“Should we go pay?” Niki asks.

“Actually, you guys need a phone for emergencies.” You think of an idea since buying a phone for all seven of them would be impossible. “All of you should share one phone.”

You all walk to the phone section, letting them pick the one they wanted. They take a bit too long, so you go and check on them. Jake and Niki are giggling in the corner. You check to see what they’re doing, and see them spamming pictures of themselves doing funny faces on the poor phone. You scoff and see the other five actually decided between two phones. They finally grab a black phone, showing it to you. You ask a worker to get you a box, and buy it at the small counter there.

About to puchase the rest of your things, you pause. “Wait, we need to get you guys some collars.”

“Collars? For what?” Sunoo asks.

“You’re not allowed to be outside without a collar. Otherwise they’d take you back in the shelter again.” You explain, and their faces drop. The shelter tries to treat them well, but with more and more hybrids getting taken in, the enclosures are getting more full, meaning they had to say in packed areas, with barely any room to play. They also barely had chances to go outside, so their insticts haven’t been well trained for a while. They enjoy staying in your home, so getting captured again would be their worst nightmare.

“Even us?” the fox, bunny, and hamster hybrid asked.

“Yeah, I guess.” You lead them to the collar section. There were many different patters, ranging from stripes to hearts, but they wanted plain ones. Deciding to match with their roomates again, Jake and Sunghoon grab blue collars, Jay, Niki, and Heeseung got black collars, and Jungwon and Sunoo got pink collars. You can’t help but wonder how they would look with those on in human form, and you clench around nothing at the thought of that.

“So, are we all set?” Heeseung interrupts your thoughts.

“Oh yeah sorry, let’s go.” You buy all of the items, with the total being more than 2 weeks of work. Going home, The three youngest start to set up their toys while the rest put the food away.

Being alone for so long has left you miserable. You’re so used to an empty home, with most of your nights spent by watching shows or scrolling on your phone, that you feel so warm inside with the hybrids living with you. You want to be able to talk to them about your life, but you guys aren’t that close yet. Your main goal right now is to just make them feel at home here and feel free, just like any other human being.

But how can you guys get closer? You remember this park that you’ve always wanted to visit ever since you moved here, but you never went since you were so caught up with your ex. You walk into the kitchen, where the boys are making dinner.

“Hey guys, how do you feel about going to the park tomorrow?”

a/n: reminder that i am making a taglist for this story, meaning you will be tagged in any future updates whenever the next chapters are posted. comment or send an ask if you're interested!!

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[whatsk-poppinhomies]

A Million Miles of Heartbreak Pairing : Sim Jaeyun x F!Reader TW : long distance relationship ; breakups ; generally angsty ; Jake is kind of an asshole ; Word Count : 1.4k A/N : Starting off the New Year with a quick angsty one! Let's go!!

“Oh man, have you seen the new trainee? She’s so cute.” Jake said as he sat beside the guys at the table in the cafeteria. He had managed to pass by her on the way down to get lunch, and it was like seeing the girl of his dreams, it was almost like she was haloed in the fluorescent lights that hung in the ceiling, he could barely keep his eyes off of her. “Think she might be the one honestly. I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful.” He mused, earning himself chuckles, eyerolls, and sounds of disgust from the other six guys around the table. 

“Then go talk to her. Don’t tell us about it.” Jay grumbled, his nose wrinkled in disgust. “And don’t let your heart eyes mess up your practice. Just… pretend like she’s watching or something.” Jake grumbled incoherently under his breath at Jays clear lack of interest in the conversation, but quickly turned his attention to Sunghoon who seemed mildly curious. It felt like he just had to talk about it, he had to talk about her. He had only seen her once and she already took over every corner, nook, and cranny of Jakes mind, and he didn’t ever want her to leave it. 

The hands on the clock lined up perfectly, just as they did every single day, to the time where you’d jump on your computer and call your boyfriend. He was the love of your life, and you couldn’t wait until you were actually able to be with him in person. It was crazy just how much you were able to love someone over the internet, someone that you had never spent a day with in real life, but you spent every single day with through your computer screen at least for an hour or two, and for the both of you, that was enough. The promise of being able to see him, being able to hear his voice, that’s what kept you going throughout the day, that’s what kept you happy. 

The call tone chimed in your headphones as you waited for him to pick up, and you felt like every single weight that had been on your shoulders were removed when you saw his face come up on your screen. “Hey!” He called out to you, his smile making your heart skip a beat when he flashed it to you. “I’ve got something amazing to tell you!” He said, and you couldn’t help the excitement that swelled in your chest at his words. 

“I have something amazing to tell you too!” You exclaimed back, and you did. You had managed to purchase tickets to go to South Korea so you could see him in person, having saved up all the money you had made the last couple months and requesting time off work so you could go out there. The trip was booked for next week, and while you wanted it to be a surprise for him, you also needed someone to pick you up from the airport. “You can go first though. Do you have a big concert coming up, or a tour?” You hadn’t heard anything about either of the two, and you hoped that your plans didn’t class with his schedule. 

“Alright, alright… So…” His breaths were coming out quicker now, more heavy, it was like being in a wind tunnel in your headphones, but he seemed so excited, so you simply turned down the volume and listened intently to what he had to say. “There’s this new trainee at the building… Oh man… She’s so perfect, so beautiful. She’s like, the perfect girlfriend. I think I’m gonna talk to her, get to know her, ask her out. What do you think?” 

Had you heard him wrong? That would be impossible. You couldn’t have possibly heard his entire plan wrong… But… It didn’t make any sense to you and it felt like your head was spinning as you tried to wrap your brain around what he said. “I… I thought… I’m your girlfriend… We’ve been dating for two years…” You mumbled, the disappointment and hurt that you were feeling was evident in your voice.

His eyes wavered as he seemed to look around the room that he was in, and he’d take a deep breath as if he were about to talk, and then let it out in a heavy sigh, the process repeated about three times before he finally spoke. “Of course you are… I just thought that while we were waiting to see each other, to be together… Well, you know…” He shrugged his shoulders, his teeth barred as he inhaled sharply through them. “I mean, let’s be fair here… You can’t really have a life with someone over the computer. There’s never going to be anything really there.” 

You nodded your head in agreement although his words came as the biggest slap in the face. It was like your heart was being ripped from your chest and all you could do was sit and watch as he squeezed it in his hands until it stopped beating. “It’s not like I wasn’t trying…” You mumbled, unable to even look at him through the screen anymore. He was the love of your life, you truly thought that there would be something there between the two of you, you felt that there already was, but that clearly wasn’t a shared feeling. “I even… I bought tickets… To come out there…” 

His lips parted into a small o as he watched you, and even though he wasn’t really there, you could feel his eyes on you through the screen. “Really? Well… When were you supposed to come out? Was that what… Was that what you were going to tell me?” You weakly nodded, your head still lowered as you looked down at your phone screen, the email for the tickets pulled up and your tongue in your cheek as you stared at it. “You can still come out. I still want to see you… I didn’t know that… Hey… Come on, baby… Look up at me.” 

The pet name that would usually have you gushing or squealing now had you feeling disgusted and foolish, your skin crawling and the hairs on your neck standing on end. “So… If I didn’t have the tickets… You’d just go about your pursuit of the new trainee?” You whispered, your thumb hovering over the button for the refund. “I thought you really liked me… That you really wanted to be with me. You said that we’d be able to make this work… That you wanted this to work.” You shook your head, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath in an attempt to ward off the tears and fight back the sob that was building in your throat. “You lied… You didn’t want it to work, you didn’t even think it would… You just strung me along because it was convenient for you until you found someone that you could really be with. I was supposed to come out next week… Surprise!” You said unenthusiastically, pressing the refund button and finally looking up at the screen, scowling at him directly through the webcam. “But I’m not. You can spend that week chasing after the new trainee that would be the perfect girlfriend.” You mocked him, finding joy in the look of regret that was painted on his face. “Have fun.” 

“Y/N, that’s not what I want, I was just-” But before he could finish you ended the call, pulling off your headphones and placing them off to the side of your desk as you got up and walked over to your bed. You should have known this would happen, you should have known that it would never be real, but you were so blinded by the love that you had for him that you didn’t want to face that reality. Now you had been hit with it, blindsided by it, and while you had done well in acting unbothered by it when he was still on the call, now that you were alone you could cry, you could have that breakdown that had been building inside of you from the moment he uttered the first word about the new girl. 

Long distance relationships weren’t always awful, they sometimes worked out, but a long distance relationship with someone like him was destined to fail, and in the end, you were the one that was left broken hearted and crying into your pillow. He would move on and ultimately forget that it ever happened, he was far too busy to let someone like you fog his thoughts, but you had just the right amount of free time to have your heart broken, to let the thought of him and what you wished could have been plague every waking and sleeping moment of your day. 

[zofia515]

#enhypenfanfic

KISSES AFTER CHAOS, ⋆｡°✩ 𓈒𓈒 making up

𖥔 PRECIS. they comfort you after a silly disagreement. PAIRING. patient bf!enha x stubborn gf!reader GENRE. fluff WARNINGS. skinship, mild kissing, pet names

authors note ୨୧ I kept these all fairly simple and sweet. I think Jake’s is my favorite only because I can see it so clearly.

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HEESEUNG

Heeseung stood nearby, glancing over at you while pretending to be busy, giving you your space after your argument.

Each time he tried to approach or touch you, you yanked away, so he respected your silent request for distance.

Still, he couldn’t bring himself to leave you alone entirely.

Instead, he watched as you moved around the room, doing small tasks for you even when you’d roll your eyes and mutter “I can do it myself”, feeling the tension between you.

You worked quietly, but you could sense his eyes on you. As you huffed and passed by him one more time, trying to brush by quickly, Heeseung’s hand suddenly caught your wrist.

His soft voice broke the silence.

"C’mere," he murmured, pulling you into his chest.

His arms wrapped around you tightly, his chin resting on your head as he kissed your hair.

"I’m sorry, love... okay? I’m sorry..." he whispered, the warmth of his embrace melting your resistance.

A small, knowing smirk tugged at his lips when you nodded quietly and hugged around his waist. He was fully aware of how dramatic you could be, but he adored it.

JAY

After 20 minutes or so, Jay figured you had calmed down after your blow-up.

So, he made his way to you and found you sitting at your desk in your shared bedroom.

Jay pulled the chair out and knelt down in front of you, bringing himself to your eye level, his gaze softening as he spoke.

“Baby... I’m sorry. This is stupid, and I want us to work through it... is that alright?”

His hand reached up to gently fix a strand of your hair, his touch tender as he rubbed your thighs and knees, waiting for any kind of response.

When you stayed silent, still stubbornly holding your ground, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft, sensual kiss.

Pulling back, Jay raised his eyebrows with a playful smirk, imitating your shocked expression.

“We’re done fighting,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Get dressed, we’re going out.”

JAKE

Jake found you on the bed, sitting up against the headboard, staring out the window in silence after snapping over something minor.

He approached cautiously, not wanting to push too soon.

His pinky softly hooked with yours, a gentle, hesitant touch.

When you pulled away and crossed your arms, he played with the hem of your shirt instead, his fingers brushing your skin as he looked at you with those irresistible puppy eyes, waiting for you to break.

When you still didn’t budge, Jake leaned in closer, his voice soft.

“Come closer, (y/n)… please? I’m sorry…”

He carefully slotted himself behind you, wrapping his arms around your hips, swaying the both of you gently.

Even though you were still sulking, Jake couldn’t help but chuckle a little, amusement in his tone.

“Baby~ let’s stop. Hm?” He nuzzled into your neck, waiting for you to finally give in to his warmth.

SUNGHOON

After your argument, Sunghoon gave you space, taking a quiet drive to clear his head.

It had been insignificant, but knowing you were upset, he knew better than to let it fester.

When he came back, you were still in the living room, lost in thought.

Without a word, he walked up behind you, gently grabbing your hips and pulling you back against him with, before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

“C’mon... let’s talk,” he murmured.

He took your hand, pulling you toward the bedroom.

You purposely dragged your feet, a little pout on your face, whilst you rolled your eyes.

But inside, you were secretly excited.

Sunghoon glanced over his shoulder with a knowing smirk, shaking his head.

“What am I gonna do with you, (Y/n)…” he sighed, his voice playful as he tugged you in behind him.

“I have a few ideas…” you shrug, walking past him towards the bed.

He raises a brow, but shuts the bedroom door before moving towards you.

He has a special way of apologizing.

SUNOO

Sunoo always preferred giving you both some time to cool off after an argument, but it wasn’t long before he started making his way back into your good graces.

“Babe, I’m gonna do my skincare, maybe have a bath… come with me?” he called out, peeking around the corner at with hopeful eyes, he was even shirtless in hopes you’d cave.

“I’m busy, Sunoo.”, you’d retort, back turned.

When that didn’t work, he tried again later, finding you in the living room, sprawled out on the couch.

With more enthusiasm in his voice, he smiled.

“(Y/n), there’s a new drama we should watch together!”

“Hm…”, you sighed, rolling over onto your belly and closing your eyes.

Seeing you still didn’t budge, he finally sighed, coming over to where you laid, kicking your foot gently.

“Mm, you’re still mad?”, he pouted before kneeling down beside you.

“You aren’t still mad at me, are you?”

When you sat up and glared at him, he grinned.

Without waiting for an answer, he started kissing your cheeks, then your forehead, moving across your face with soft, playful pecks until you couldn’t help but smile and give in.

JUNGWON

After your blow-up, Jungwon quietly stepped out, giving you the space he knew you needed.

He didn’t hover, knowing that pushing to fix things right away would only make things worse.

So, he left for a bit, letting you sit with your thoughts.

When he returned, the soft sound of the door closing made you glance up, and there he was—carrying a small bouquet of flowers and a box of your favorite sweets.

Without a word, he sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to disturb you too much.

You just stared, biting your lip gently.

He placed the flowers next to you, his gaze soft as he waited for you to speak first.

"See the flowers?" he asked gently, his voice warm and patient.

You nodded, reaching out to touch the velvety petals carefully, your eyes growing glossy.

"You like them?", he added, cat-like gaze wide and in search of approval.

You looked between him and the bouquet, the tension between you two starting to ease just a little.

Jungwon shifted closer, his hand reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I know you didn’t mean everything you said,” he whispered, his thumb softly tracing your cheek.

“I didn’t…” you shook your head.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, his voice quiet, almost tentative, like he was asking for permission to step back into your heart.

“Please…?”

NI-KI

When you and Ni-ki fought, especially over something as petty as this, he never felt the need to avoid you.

Instead, he did what he did best—get on your nerves.

The first time you stormed past him, your hips swaying with frustration, he didn’t hesitate. His hand playfully slapped your butt, a cheeky grin spreading across his face when you whipped around to glare at him, completely unamused.

He just shrugged, his smile only growing wider.

When that didn’t break your mood, he upped his game, messing with your things. While you were in the shower, he snuck in and swiped your towel, leaving you to yell after him.

But the final straw came later, as you sat on the bed, getting ready to turn in for the night.

Just when you thought he’d given up, Ni-ki tackled you.

Full-on WWE-style, his arms wrapped around you in a headlock as you both tumbled across the sheets.

“Ni-ki! Get off of me!” you barked, but the laughter in your voice was clear.

He held on tighter, laughing into your ear.

“But you’re so sexy when you’re mad!” he teased, making it impossible for you to stay annoyed any longer as you dissolved into giggles beneath him.