#hoondolls

[hoondolls]

MISS ANOK YAIIII

[hoondolls]

SPIDER BOY. 이희승

pairing: lee heeseung x f!reader

notices and warnings: spiderman au, fluff, angst, cleaning up wounds, arguing, heeseung wears glasses, heeseung doesn’t have parents, university au, established relationship, cursing, no word count because the counter was acting up 🤨

Y/n tapped her foot nervously, glancing down at her phone for the fiftieth time. The clock on the café wall read 7:56 PM. Heeseung was supposed to meet her at 6. Two hours had passed, and the optimistic flicker of hope she’d clung to was long extinguished. She sighed, pushing her half-empty iced coffee aside. “Maybe he’s cheating on me…” she muttered under her breath. The thought made her stomach twist. It wasn’t the first time he’d stood her up, but every time she confronted him, the excuses seemed… juvenile.

“I had to visit my mom,” he’d said last week.

“You don’t have a mom,” she’d pointed out, crossing her arms. Heeseung had flushed, mumbling something incoherent before dodging her further questions.

This wasn’t sustainable, y/n thought bitterly. They barely saw each other as it was—different majors, different campuses, and now this? Heeseung was practically making her an expert in self-doubt. Did he even care? . She left the café and walked aimlessly through the city streets, her heart heavy. She kept her eyes on the skyline, searching for something. Or someone. It had become a habit lately. Whenever Heeseung disappeared or canceled, she’d look up, half-hoping to see the flash of a red-and-blue figure swinging between skyscrapers. It was ridiculous, really, but it gave her something to focus on seeing the red and blue swing from building to building, people cheering him on for doing the polices jobs for them, last week he’d caught some serial killer the same day Heeseung bluffed about visiting his dead for a decade mom.

“There he is,” she thought dryly as a familiar streak darted between buildings. “That stupid spider boy is back at it.”

The moment she tore her gaze from the skyline, a blaring car horn jolted her from her thoughts. A car screeched to a stop inches from her, and she froze in place. “Watch where you’re walking!” the driver yelled angrily, waving his arm out the window, she scoffed “so rude .” She thought to herself quickly stepping onto the curb. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she hurried away. As she neared her apartment, she didn’t notice the thin trail of spiderweb hanging from her open window. y/ns a criminal behaviour major no way in hell would she keep her window open in her empty house but she didn’t notice it.

She walked into her apartment, already exhausted from the day’s emotional rollercoaster. The last thing she expected to see was Heeseung sitting on her couch, shirtless, with messy hair and struggling to bandage a nasty cut on his torso. His head snapped up the moment she entered, his wide eyes meeting hers in surprise.

“Y/n? You’re back already,” he said, standing up abruptly—and then immediately regretting it as he winced, clutching his side.

Her gaze narrowed as she crossed her arms, looking him up and down. “So, let me get this straight. You have the time to come here, sit on my couch, and act all home sweet home,” she gestured at his bare chest and the half-wrapped bandage, “but you don’t have the time to remember that we had a date tonight? That you stood me up. Again. For two hours, and then have the audacity to be sitting in my house.” Her voice cracked, frustration and hurt laced in every word. Heeseung winced again—this time not from the pain in his torso. “Listen, baby,” he said, chuckling awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood as he stepped closer to her. “I’m so sorry. I completely forgot about tonight. I promise, I’ll make it up to you, okay?” He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a hug.

But she didn’t hug him back.

Instead, she noticed how poorly the bandage on his side was secured, the faint streaks of blood still visible. Her irritation melted into concern, though the sting of his absence still lingered. Without a word, she gently pushed him to sit back down and went to grab the first aid kit from under the sink. Heeseung sat obediently, watching her every move. She sat beside him, opening the kit. “What happened to you, anyway?” she asked draping the white fabric around his torso carefully , her tone soft but still skeptical. “Did you get jumped or something?” He let out a laugh—a little too loud, a little too forced. “No, no, that’s silly. I, uh…” He hesitated, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, I fell. In the dorm. Jongseong and I were, uh, mounting a TV in his room, and I slipped, fell on a few screws.”

Y/n froze for a second, staring at him. She snorted. “Mounting a TV? Seriously?” Heeseung blinked. “What? You don’t believe me ?” She laughed—actually laughed at the sheer stupidity of his excuse. Then her smile dropped as she looked at him, her voice serious now. “Do you think I’m stupid?” Heeseung’s shoulders stiffened. “…..No?” he said, though his voice wavered, and his eyes darted away.

She sighed, shaking her head, and stood up. “You’re unbelievable.” Walking toward his bag, which he’d carelessly dropped by the couch, she bent down to unzip it, searching for a shirt. Heeseung always carried an extra pair of clothing for some reason. She muttered under her breath, “You’re such a weirdo.” His head shot up noticing her fiddling with his bag. “Y/n!” he exclaimed, panic flashing in his eyes. “Um, I’m fine like this, you know. It’s kinda hot in here.” He let out a nervous laugh but was betrayed by his chattering of teeth and shivers and the icy weather outside

She froze and turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “Are you high, Heeseung?” she asked incredulously starring into his eyes to check if it was normal bloodshot or I’m high out my mind bloodshot. Ignoring his protests, she opened the bag and started pulling out its contents. What she expected was a crumpled hoodie and some joggers or some random books—not this. Her fingers froze when she pulled out a red and blue mask. She held it up, turning to him slowly scoffing.

“Don’t tell me you’re one of his fanboys too,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I can’t believe you’re carrying a Spider-Man mask around like some kind of nerd.” She turned back to the bag, but this time her hand caught on something heavy. She pulled it out, only for her jaw to drop. It was the full Spider-Man suit, not some Halloween costume but a real one complete with intricate stitching and what looked like actual machinery embedded in the wrists. Her grip faltered, and the suit dropped to the floor with a soft thud.

She stared at it. Then she stared at him.

Heeseung looked like a deer in headlights. His lips parted as if to say something, but no sound came out. He just sat there, wide-eyed and completely, utterly caught.“No—no way,” she muttered, her voice shaky as her mind raced. She looked back at the suit, then at him again. “You’re not… You can’t be…”

Heeseung swallowed hard, his voice small. “y/n…”

“You’re Spider-Man,” she said, cutting him off. It wasn’t a question. Her eyes were wide as the realization sank in. All the excuses, all the disappearances, all the lies—it all made sense now. “You’re fucking Spider-Man.” “Okay, technically, I prefer just ‘Spider-Man’ I’m not fucking myself that’s kinda weird ” he tried to joke, but her glare shut him up immediately. She stood there, her hands on her hips, processing everything. The missed dates. The random bruises. The lies that had seemed so ridiculous at the time. She looked at him, and her expression was a mix of disbelief, anger, and maybe even a little awe. She threw the bag at him and he instantly caught him .

“You lied to me,” she finally said, her voice quieter now but no less firm. “All this time, you lied to me.”“I didn’t want to,” Heeseung said quickly, standing up, though he winced as he did. “I swear, y/n, it wasn’t because I didn’t trust you. I was trying to protect you and I wasn’t allowed to either .“Protect me?” she scoffed. “From what? From knowing the truth? Do you have any idea how much I’ve doubted myself these past two years because of you? How many times I’ve thought you didn’t care, that you were cheating, or—or just stringing me along?” Heeseung flinched at her words, guilt written all over his face. “I know. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just… I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“You didn’t know how to tell me?” she repeated, her voice rising slightly. “Heeseung, you’ve had plenty of chances to tell me! Instead, you let me sit in a café for two hours tonight, thinking I wasn’t good enough for you!” He stepped closer, his eyes pleading. “You’re more than good enough, y/n. You’re the best thing in my life. I just… I didn’t want you to get hurt.” She sighed, her anger giving way to exhaustion. “Heeseung, I don’t care that you’re Spider-Man. I care that you lied to me. That you didn’t think I could handle the truth. That you’ve been treating me like an afterthought, I’m dating you not some guy in a tight suit” He hesitated, then reached out to gently take her hand. “I was scared,” he admitted softly. “Scared that you’d leave. That this would be too much for you.”

Her gaze softened, though she still looked frustrated. “I’m not leaving,” she said quietly. “But you need to stop shutting me out. I can’t be with someone who doesn’t trust me enough to be honest.” He nodded earnestly, squeezing her hand. “I’ll do better. I promise. No more lies. No more standing you up. I’ll try to be more honest as well .”

“You’d better,” she said, her voice firm but with the faintest hint of a smile. “you made the stupidest of excuses ‘ I have to visit my mom.’ ‘Jay fell from a building’ ‘The Turkish diner down the road was in trouble .’ How did you think those sounded , how was I not meant to think you were stoned out of your mind .” She says gasping slighting feeling out of breath Heeseung shifted on his feet, looking more awkward than she’d ever seen him. His fingers fidgeted with the hem of his pants, his head tilting slightly as he avoided her eyes. “How do you want me to make it up to you?” he asked, his voice soft and tentative, as if he was bracing himself for the worst.

Y/n let out a long sigh, dropping her weight onto the couch with a small bounce. She leaned back, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes at him. “Ice cream,” she said simply.

He blinked. “Ice cream?”

She nodded, her expression dead serious. “I want ice cream.”

Heeseung’s lips twitched, and a small, sheepish smile broke across his face. “That’s it? Just ice cream?” She turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t act like you’re getting off easy. This is just step one, Spider-Boy.” She said, leaning forward to grab the first aid kit she’d left on the table. “Now sit your ass back down so I can finish patching you up before we go.”

Heeseung obeyed, settling onto the couch beside her, though he still looked hesitant. “Wait, we? You mean… you still want to go out? With me? After… all this?” He gestured vaguely to his bloodied torso, the Spider-Man suit still laying in a crumpled heap on the floor, and the invisible storm of emotions hanging between them.

Y/n glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, grabbing a fresh bandage. “Yeah, we’re going. But don’t think this means I’m letting you off completely,” she said, pressing the bandage gently to his side. “You’ve still got a lot of explaining to do and ice cream is the bare minimum.”

He winced slightly as she applied pressure, but his lips quirked into a small smile anyway. “Fair enough. I’ll get you all the ice cream you want.”

“You’re damn right you will,” she said, sitting back to admire her work once she was done. “And you’re paying. For everything.”

“Deal,” he said quickly, nodding as if his life depended on it. He glanced at her, his voice softening. “Thanks for… not throwing me out. Or, you know, hitting me with the Spider-Man suit.”

Y/n snorted. “Oh, don’t think I wasn’t tempted. But lucky for you, I was too busy being shocked at how heavy that thing is. Seriously, is it made of bricks?”

Heeseung chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh, not quite, but there’s some tech in there. You know, web shooters and all that.” She rolled her eyes, standing up and brushing off her hands. “Yeah, yeah, save the nerd talk for later. Right now, I’m thinking chocolate. Maybe some sprinkles. Ooh, and a waffle cone.” Heeseung grinned, grabbing the shirt she handed him from his bag and slipping it on. “Anything you want, baby. I owe you.”

“right, you do,” she said, grabbing her keys and opening the door. She paused, looking back at him . “Oh, and if you ever stand me up again, Spider-Boy? Ice cream won’t save you.”

Heeseung followed her out, laughing nervously. “Noted.” But then he frowned “spider boy?”

[fgumi]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ LOSER IN A HOT MAN'S BODY

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 { PAIRING; non-idol!heeseung x reader, GENRE; fluff, school!au, headcanon, WC; 2.8k, A/N; i love losers that love that girlfriends entirely too much but, at the same time, not enough. TAGS; @en-dream @heeheesang @httpenhoon @r1kification @seungheartyou, @starfallia @sugarikiz @hoondolls @bamguetismee @jnysaln @cixrosie @wensurr @heartheejake @m1kkso }

(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ part two is up!

loser!heeseung was never the first one to get chosen for anything. well, he did get chosen first for musicals and solos! he had a beautiful voice and there was no denying that. but, for anything else? nope. it wasn't until you transferred over to his high school that he got picked willingly (and not because you guys were the only two left). you approached him in gym class after your teacher said to partner up for conditioning. "hey! i'm y/n. do you think we could be partners today?"

heeseung just blinked at you and then turned to see if someone was behind him. when he verified you were talking to him, he turned back to see you with a bemused look, a slight crease forming right between your brows. "you are talking to me, right?" he asked nervously.

a wry smile formed on your lips as you nodded. "there’s no one else around."

heeseung couldn't believe it. someone who wasn't a part of the theatre department was talking to him! so, he agreed with only a moment's hesitation. by the time sit-ups came around, heeseung knew about your basic interests and one secret: you were big on anime. you explained to him, during his sad attempts at pushups, that you loved anime but remained closeted because the boys at your last school made it weird. heeseung was careful not to let his excitement show; he didn't wanna scare you off before he really got to know you. eventually, after all the hellish exercises your teacher put you through, heeseung shyly asked you why you wanted to be partners.

"you looked like the type that doesn't judge people for struggling," you replied after drinking your water. you wiped the droplets of water that trickled down your neck and then offered heeseung some. "i don't have cooties. promise."

he gave you a faint, unsure smile, his hand reaching out slowly, half expecting you to pull it back and say psych! but you didn’t. you just patiently waited for him to take it. honestly, he just looked like a spooked deer to you, and you couldn’t help but find it endearing. after class was over and it was time for lunch, heeseung deflated. it was nice talking to you while it lasted.

“heeseung! wait up!”

he turned to you with round eyes, watching you rush over, a backpack draped over your right shoulder. you were freshly showered, water still dripping off the ends of your hair. you looked... happy? you slowed to a stop right in front of him.

“do you mind if we eat together?”

you wanted to eat with him? a cool girl like you wants to eat with a certified loser like him?

“it’s okay if you already have plans! i think i can find somewhere else to sit.”

no! you jumped a little. heeseung retracted into himself, rubbing the back of his neck. he’s never had someone ask to eat with him. he just sort of sat with his theatre classmates—not even friends. they all thought he was weird. you gave him a puzzled look.

“are you sure? you don’t have to pity me just because i’m new,” you pouted. gosh, was it just him or did everyone find you adorable?

“i’m sure. i was just hesitant since i’m not known for being, you know, popular.”

rolling your eyes, you clapped a hand on his shoulder. “as if that actually matters.” you tugged him along, linking your arm with his. thank goodness you were busy looking for the cafeteria because heeseung was struggling to keep the blush off of his face. as much as heeseung didn’t want to get his hopes up, he hoped that you guys would become real friends.

loser!heeseung loved his hobbies. he could talk about them for hours; they were his passion. he loved playing maple story, league of legends, team fight tactics, going to the renaissance fair, studying the metrics of trot (this one was a little too niche to really talk about though). none of these passions were greater than his passion for you. this man was dedicated to learning everything there was to know about you now that you were friends. you teased him about how stalkerish he sounded. almost immediately, he apologized.

the way his shoulders shrunk and eyes drooped down, you were definitely the asshole. when he stopped talking, you panicked. so, you didn’t think. you kissed his cheek. you blinked. he blinked. you blinked at each other. you know that ouran high school host club scene where tamaki realized haruhi is a girl and she complimented him? you’d bet your whole house that’s how red you were because you could feel the heat radiating off your face.

heeseung’s mind was still white noise. any sounds that were supposed to reach his ears were muffled, like he was underwater. was he underwater? was he dragged down into the depths of the styx river only to be lost forever? was he dreaming to cope with the harsh reality of his death? was he—

“heeseung?” you meekly called. “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have done that without your consent. that was—”

he must’ve called upon achilles’s guidance and invincibility because he didn’t know where he got this courage otherwise. what courage you may ask? well, the courage that planted heeseung’s lips on yours.

your lips were so soft. they tasted like strawberries. he wondered if strawberries were your favorite fruit. he could kiss you forever. oh crap, he was kissing you.

anxiety crept up his spine, invading his every nerve; it was telling him he had to pull away or else you’d leave him forever. except, when he started moving away, he noticed you followed, reluctant to end the kiss. your eyes were closed too. he could’ve sworn they were open from shock.

heeseung could feel his back creaking in protest at the odd angle; he would’ve fallen over if it weren’t for you clutching the front of his shirt. huh? oh! maybe, you liked the kiss! you liked the kiss, like he did! oh, but now he couldn’t breathe. what should he do? he didn’t want the kiss to end.

he pressed back, holding out until the last possible moment. but you pulled away first, gasping for air. a blush dusted your cheeks and heeseung could guess that he was red too—probably not as pretty of a shade as yours though.

“s-sorry,” he stammered as you caught your breath. “i don’t know why i—”

you shut him up with another kiss (but this one was too short for heeseung’s newfound thirst for kissing you). when you pulled away, his big eyes tugged at your heart. they looked so sad that you moved away. it made you giggle—this whole situation. for someone that was trying to learn everything about you, he sure did miss your huge crush on him.

loser!heeseung didn’t know how he got so fortunate. was he a luck domain cleric in real life? he felt like he was rolling nat 20s continuously. he managed to ask you out (though, he was stuttering the whole time and nearly tripped on top of you—it was a whole affair that he’d rather forget) and be dating you 3 years later? he was one lucky man. and, some might say even luckier as time went on.

you got more confident once you guys got to college and, thus, you got hotter. you found your sense of self and your fashion reflected it. heeseung wasn’t doing so bad either. he found people that he got along with and could proudly (read: shyly) call friends. he found beomgyu in the league discord server that the university had and jeongin in d&d club! he’d meet up with them every once in awhile whenever they all felt like they needed to touch grass. of course, his friends knew you came first. you were heeseung’s everything. what they couldn’t wrap around their heads was how heeseung was your everything.

“you’ve been dating for 3 years!? no way, man.” “are you secretly rich? the son of some big conglomerate?” “all offense, she’s hot and you’re… not.”

heeseung didn’t let that bother him. his friends were idiots that had never felt the touch of a woman. plus, you trained him better (you told him to stop talking about himself like he was your pet, but he refused). you loved him so much without any strings attached. you were patient with him and listened to him ramble about how league kept nerfing his favorite character with every update. you never tried to change him and you told him it’s because you fell in love with him for how he was. but, there came a day when he wished you did. he happened to overhear a conversation between you and your friends.

“girl, there’s no way you’ve been with heeseung for 3 years and he hasn’t picked up a single thing about fashion from you.” “the face cards are mismatched, ma. you’re up here and he’s not even on this plane.” “don’t you ever get embarrassed whenever you guys go out? i mean, he dresses like he’s stuck in his mom’s basement.” “i hope he compensates in other ways because he’s not doing it where i can see.” “how are you okay with someone that much skinnier than you? doesn’t your body dysmorphia get triggered?”

you stopped talking to those girls after that. however, it didn’t stop heeseung from getting hurt by it. it was true, in heeseung’s eyes. you deserved much better than what he was giving you. how is it that you loved him even though he looked the exact same as he did 3 years ago? there were so many hot guys around and you never so much as turned your head to glance. there was nothing to support his insecurity about being hot enough or being enough in general. nonetheless, that horrid conversation sparked something in heeseung.

“baby, i’m heading to the gym. i’ll be back later to cook us dinner, okay?” if your brows raised any further, they’d merge into your hairline. “the gym?” heeseung nodded firmly. “gotta start working out to combat all the ramen i eat.”

“hee, you haven’t gained weight since we started dating, despite you eating my leftovers and your food. you don’t need to combat anything,” you laughed. when you saw heeseung was still tying the laces on his shoes, you let it go, thinking nothing of it. you kissed him and reminded him to stay hydrated.

thus began heeseung’s gym journey. it was difficult. muscle barely stuck even though he was eating well over 3000 calories. but, he could see his body getting toned, more cut, so he was happy. maybe people would stop looking at the two of you like you were wrong.

his wishful thinking remained at that. despite getting noticeably more fit, people still talked. they talked about his fashion, his haircut, and his hygiene (he thought this one was unfair considering he always did skincare with you and loved doing your nightly routines).

so, on the day you told him you were going thrifting, he asked to tag along. you were taken aback. heeseung never came with you; he didn’t see the point when he had perfectly good clothes at home. but you let him come along. you thought he’d just peruse with you or be there to make sure you paid with the card he gave you (he made a lot of money from his internship and begged you to use it for anything you wanted), but he didn’t. he asked a lot of questions.

“do you think this would look good on me?” “do these go together?” “are these good quality?”

you were excited. going thrifting was one of your favorite hobbies and to see heeseung taking such an interest in it was thrilling. you gave your opinions, always with a disclaimer that fashion is up to preference. he nodded along, processing your words. by the end of your thrifting trip, heeseung went home with a bundle of clothes to wear. the next day, he’d wake up earlier than normal to try and piece his new clothes together. he knew he wasn’t good at it. his friends let him know without reservations. hell, your friends let him know with their skeptical looks. it wasn’t until he talked to sunghoon in the gym that he got some actual constructive criticism.

“you’re taking an interest in fashion?”

“nothing crazy,” heeseung muttered, kicking the dust on the floor. “i just hate the comments y/n gets whenever her friends think i’m not listening.”

sunghoon looked at his gym buddy in pity. “look, man. if everything you’ve told me about your relationship is true, i don’t think y/n cares what you wear. she hasn’t in 3 years. what makes you think it’ll change all of a sudden?”

nothing. he didn’t doubt you. he just got sick at the thought of you having to listen to all those criticisms. so, sunghoon helped him. he showed him his pinterest moodboard and made heeseung swear to never tell anyone that’s how he chooses what to wear. after that informative session, heeseung got to work. he used your instagram feed as a reference, wanting to match your aesthetic, and created a moodboard inspired by it. using his pinterest board, he went thrifting by himself. he recalled the countless videos he watched while sorting through the clothes. cotton, not polyester. depending on the stain, you can get it out. tailoring is always an option when you find something that is a little too big!

he was very serious about his transformation. he even digitally scrapbooked the pictures of him in different clothes so he could be like cher in clueless. since then, his fashion started improving. your morning routines together changed ever so slightly with you telling him to spin for you. his heart warmed with every compliment you gave him.

“who is this diva?” “i feel very underdressed. i’m changing.” “are you getting dressed by law roach?” “you’ve been taking dress to impress a little seriously these days.”

heeseung’s confidence soared. now, he wasn’t ashamed to go out with you. your friends weren’t ashamed to be seen with him either. they even went as far as to compliment him! score! he’d gotten brownie points with your friends.

“finally, he’s dressing like a boyfriend fit to be with you, y/n.”

oh, that made you pull the brakes real fast. it completely escaped your mind how much your friends dissed your boyfriend (because you brushed them off as stupid comments). come to think of it, heeseung always did manage to miss the moments where they talked about him, but only by a minute or two. what if… what if he did hear those comments?

curious and worried, you asked him during your nightly routines. “hee, did… did you start dressing up for any particular reason?”

uh oh. heeseung hated lying to you; it physically pained him. so, he confessed. “i heard what your friends think of me and i didn’t want you to have to keep hearing them say things like that.”

“oh, baby, i’m so sorry you heard that,” you cooed. “i didn’t tell you because not even an atom of me agrees with them. i love you as you are, uni tees, basketball shorts and all.”

heeseung put down the moisturizer and looked down. “i know… i just wanted people to stop thinking we’re wrong for each other.”

you frowned and pulled him into a hug. “well, we know we’re perfect for each other. i’ve known it from the moment you started talking about the metrics of trot. i remember just nodding along and thinking how beautiful you were.”

heeseung blushed at your words. you always knew how to make him feel better.

“you don’t have to dress up for anyone but yourself, okay?”

he shook his head with a small smile. “i like matching with you. it’s fun.”

“well, i guess we really gotta dress to impress then,” you grinned, kissing his cheek.

with that, heeseung was reassured. no more pressure. he could just dress however he wanted (which was however you were dressing). but, his glow up didn’t stop there. no, he thought about a haircut. he wanted something that would shut your friends up forever. so, after scrolling forever on tiktok, he found that he liked a mullet with some face-framing pieces. he went and got it done at sunghoon’s trusted barbershop and came out a new man. he immediately sent you a picture, to which you responded, “don’t go anywhere. no errands. no grabbing food. come home. now.”

safe to say, you loved his new haircut. he loved his new haircut. he loved it even more when his friends and your friends couldn’t manage words. good. stay that way.

loser!heeseung was still a loser but, at least, he was in a hot man’s body with his very very attractive girlfriend. he still played league. he still larped. he still took the renaissance fair very seriously. he still loved you more than anything in the world. he was still your loser.

disclaimer: this, in no way, reflects the idol. this is purely fiction. ✧ comments and reblogs are appreciated! ✧ give my other works a read too!

[fluffi]

omg lillie have you seen that video of jake struggling cutely in his bunny costume at the fanmeet

MINA I PINGED YOU 8392928219891289 TIMES ON DISCORD ABOUT THE JAKEHOONKI RAP AGENDA + EVERYTHING THAT WENT ON IN EN-CONNECT AND YOU DIDN’T REPLY DDDD:

yes i saw jake struggling with his bunny costume and now im such a big simp. help. this is unhealthy for me.

[fluffi]

NO YOU (grr) @hoondolls APPRECIATION :

MINA LOML AND BEST SUNGHOON SIMP >:(

@fluffi appreciation, lillie loml and best jake simp >:(

[hoondolls]

PAINTER BABY. 박성훈

pairing: f!reader x park sunghoon

notices and warnings: non idol au, fluff, neck kisses established relationship, cursing, slightly suggestive ?, painter!reader , guitarist!sunghoon, someone for the love of god tell me a good word counter website ��🙏

Sunghoon’s guitar is fucked again. or maybe he’s the one who’s fucked, but it’s easier to blame the strings than admit he’s been playing too much.

he’s stretched out on y/n’s lap, fingers twisting at the tuning pegs, brows furrowed like this is some great dilemma. it’s not, but sunghoon likes to act like his entire livelihood depends on this. in reality, he just plays at underground gigs with his friends and makes enough for soju and convenience store ramen.

y/n hums, half-listening. her hands are busy mixing paint on an old plastic palette, the kind that still has dried specks of colour from last week. she’s not painting anything serious, just playing with shades, seeing what looks good together. this is what she does when she has the time—paint for no reason, just because it feels nice, there’s a comfortable silence, the kind that only exists when two people have known each other long enough to not fill it. sunghoon’s weight is warm against her thighs, his hair fanning over her hoodie. his guitar lets out a dull pluck as he tests the strings.

“i think my e string’s about to snap,” he mutters, adjusting the tuning peg. he stares at it for a second, like he’s mourning something. then, without warning, he shifts, sitting up and turning to face her properly. “paint something on it.”

y/n looks up, paintbrush still dragging through cerulean blue. “what?”

“my guitar,” he says, tapping the wooden body. “paint something on it. a flower. a little guy. anything.”

she raises a brow. “why?” Inspecting the clearly worn out guitar.

he shrugs, like he hasn’t just admitted to the most sentimental thing ever. “because it’s dying, and i don’t want to think about it.”

y/n blinks. sunghoon meets her gaze like it’s nothing, like he’s not asking her to imprint a piece of herself onto something he loves, something he spends most of his time with. something that’s carried every song he’s ever played.

she exhales, rolling her shoulders. “fine.”

his lips twitch into a smile. he shifts again, resting the guitar across his lap, fingers drumming against the wood. “what are you gonna paint?”

y/n tilts her head, scanning the scratched-up surface. “something sad, since you’re grieving.”

sunghoon groans, letting his head fall back. “you’re the worst.”

she smirks, dipping her brush into white. “you asked.”

he lets her do her thing, watching as she starts with the base—soft petals forming at the edge of the pickguard, curving slightly where the wood is most worn out. her hands are steady, moving with ease like she’s done this a hundred times before. sunghoon feels something tighten in his chest. maybe it’s the reality of his guitar’s last days, or maybe it’s just her, existing in a way that makes things feel less heavy.

he exhales, leaning back on his hands. “i like watching you paint.”

y/n scoffs, but there’s a hint of pink on her ears. “you always say that” she leans back, brush hovering in the air as she takes in her work. the bouquet blooms across the wood, soft pink petals overlapping in clusters, tiny green leaves curling around them. it looks delicate, almost too pretty for sunghoon’s beat-up guitar, but somehow, it fits.

“there, all done.” she smiles, satisfied, but as she shifts, she doesn’t notice the streak of pink smudging across her nose.

sunghoon does.

he tilts his head, grinning. “you’ve got paint all over your face, baby.”

y/n blinks, raising a hand to touch her cheek. “where?”

“everywhere.”

she frowns, trying to wipe it off blindly. it only makes it worse.

sunghoon watches, amused. then, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world, he says, “can i lick it off?”

y/n freezes before scowling, her hand drops, eyes snapping to his. “what.”

he blinks at her, all wide-eyed and innocent, like he hasn’t just said the most unhinged thing ever. “what? it’s non-toxic, right?”

she stares. “you’re insane and disgusting .”

he shrugs. “So can I ?.”

y/n groans, shoving at his shoulder. “don’t talk to me.”

sunghoon just laughs, leaning in anyway, eyes flicking to the smudge of paint she still hasn’t wiped off. “fine,” he murmurs, voice laced with amusement. “but you should clean it before i change my mind.”

He didn’t even wait for her to finish wiping the pain then he stared pressing slow kisses just below her jaw.

y/n tenses. “sunghoon—” but he doesn’t stop, trailing soft kisses down the side of her neck, his hands already moving to brace himself on either side of her. her breath catches as he pushes her back, his weight pressing her into the couch.

“You’ll get poisoned I have paint on me—” she starts, but her voice is already faltering, and sunghoon smirks against her skin.

“mm?” he hums, lips grazing her collarbone like he’s not doing anything at all.

y/n swallows hard. “you’re getting paint on yourself.”

sunghoon just laughs, low and warm against her throat. “It’s alright .”

[hoondolls]

BEAR FIGHT KIM SUNOO

paring : fem!reader x sunoo

warning : mentions of blood, slightly suggestive, reader is a doctor, sunoo is a boxer, established relationship

word count : a little over 510 words idk the word counter was being silly

authors notes : SUNOO MY KING 😍😍😍, icl it’s kinda rubbish but I’ll do anything to avoid doing actual work 😐.

The sterile smell of disinfectant lingered in the air as y/n carefully set down the tray of supplies on the counter. The hospital room was quiet, save for the faint buzz of fluorescent lights and the occasional groan from Sunoo, who was sprawled on the bed with a bandaged torso.

“stop moving,” y/n muttered, rolling her eyes as she swabbed at a particularly nasty cut above his brow her hand on his wrapped up shoulder to steady herself

“can’t help it,” Sunoo drawled, his voice laced with that familiar teasing edge but he sounded almost dazed. His lip quirked into a lazy grin despite the split running through it. “you’re hovering like one of those creeps, you know. the ones who like it when someone’s all beat up.”

y/n froze for a split second before the swab pressed just a little harder than necessary into the wound. sunoo hissed, wincing dramatically.

“careful, doc. you don’t want to be reported for malpractice,” he teased, his eyes twinkling even as he squirmed away from her touch.

her face twisted into mock irritation, but her cheeks were tinged with pink. “I’m still at work, you know. What if my coworkers hear you spouting nonsense like that?”

he smirked, leaning back against the propped-up pillows. “They’d probably agree with me. Have you seen yourself? You’ve got that intense look going on—like you’re enjoying this.”

“kim seonwoo.” she warned and he raised his eyebrows “government name ?” he asks pretending to be innocent

y/n sighed, setting the swab down with a little too much force. “If I am enjoying it, it’s because I finally get to shut you up for a few minutes.”

Sunoo’s laughter echoed in the room, a soft and melodic sound that always made her heart skip. He tilted his head, his dark hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. “C’mon, admit it. you’re proud of me for winning, aren’t you?”

“winning?” she scoffed, grabbing a fresh bandage and cutting it to size. “You look like you’ve fought off a bear and barely managed to escape , not another boxer.”

“low blow, doc,” he whined, but his grin didn’t falter. His eyes softened, watching her work with practiced precision, the furrow in her brow deepening as she concentrated.

“hold still,” she murmured, her voice quieter now. Her fingers brushed his cheek as she smoothed the bandage into place. For a moment, Sunoo didn’t speak, his usual playful retorts replaced by something softer, almost reverent.

“You know,” he said after a beat, “you look really pretty when you’re focused like that.”

Her hand paused mid-air he didn’t usually call her pretty or compliment her “Sunoo—”

“What?” His grin was unrepentant. “I’m just saying. It’s not my fault my doctor also happens to be my insanely pretty girlfriend.”

y/n groaned, stepping back and crossing her arms. “If you keep talking, I’ll leave you here and let someone else deal with you.”

“you wouldn’t,” he challenged, his grin widening.

She picked up the tray of supplies and started toward the door. “Try me.”

But before she could leave, his voice stopped her.

“hey.”

She turned to find him watching her, his usual teasing tone replaced by something quieter. “thanks for patching me up, doc.”

y/ns lips twitched into a reluctant smile. “try not to get beat up like this again, okay?”

“no promises,” he said.

[hoondolls]

COMPLICATED, AS USUAL ! SIM JAEYUN

SYNOPSIS !    Lee Y/N thought her summer in Gokseong would be uneventful—until she finds herself falling for her neighbor, Park Sunghoon. Smart, hardworking, and everything Y/N is not, Sunghoon seems perfect… except for one small problem: he’s already in a serious relationship . To make things even messier, Y/N’s childhood tormentor , Sim Jaeyun, has feelings for her and isn’t shy about letting her know just how foolish her crush on Sunghoon is. Between unspoken confessions, simmering jealousy, and unexpected twists, Y/N’s last summer in the village might just turn out to be the most chaotic one yet.

Or In which Lee Y/ns parents ask the neighbours son to tutor their daughter in maths over the summer break.

GENRE

summer crush , long distance dating , coming of age, angst, non idol au , highschool au, enemies to lover.

f!reader x sim jaeyun

WARNINGS

Internal body shaming, body dysmorphia, cursing, mentions of binge eating, profanity, death threats (jokingly) ,enemies to lovers, kms and kys jokes , parental issues ( mommy and daddy issues ), bullying, clueless sunghoon, tutor sunghoon, tutor jaeyun, misspellings, mean / rude sim jaeyun, reader is a smoker, reader has a twin sister mentions of failing school, reader lives abroad, enhypen members are NOT ALL FRIENDS, maknae line not included!, heeseung & y/n are cousins, jaeyun also lives abroad .

CAST

yunah (illit) as y/n, sim jaeyun, lee heeseung, park sunghoon, park jongseong, jang wonyoung, lee horang, hong aeri, tae yerim

STATUS

ON GOING ( EVERY FRIDAY AND TUESDAY )

TAG LIST (comment or ask to added )

@jakeslvt

CHAPTERS

OO ) PROFILES

O1 ) YOUR COUSINS FINE FRIEND

you’re not y/n

O2 ) DEADBEAT CAT

hot neighbour

O3 ) THIRTY DOLLARS

you don’t know your 7 times tables

O4 ) HIS KIND ?

eat your guts

O5 ) AM I THE BAD GUY ?

clown behaviour

O5 ) CONAN GRAY WAS RIGHT ?

hot neighbour not single

O6 ) THE MYTH OF SISYPHUS

Identity crisis

O7 ) PUBLIC ENEMY

swallow my pride and say I like her

O8 ) PIGGY ?

I’m stupid because I kissed him

O9 ) DAD

awkward silence

1O ) HOT N COLD

baby I’m yours

[hoondolls]

COMPLICATED, AS USUAL — SIM JAEYUN

O1 ) YOU’RE NOT Y/N! PREV_NEXT

WARNING : mentions of drastic weight loss, profanity, I don’t there’s anything else

WC : 1584

credit to @adornedwithlight for header

TAGLIST : @jakeslvt

The Lee family was as predictable as they were efficient. The moment they stepped off the plane from London and returned to their old home in Gokseong, they got straight to work. Suitcases were unpacked, floors were scrubbed, and every corner of the house was inspected with military precision. Rest was a luxury no one could afford until the house gleamed, though Y/N was certain it already looked fine. She hated the routine, not just because it was exhausting, but mostly because Horang, always managed to charm her way into the easiest tasks that sly brat y/n thought to herself as she scrubbed the tiles on the toilet harder, as the eldest by a technicality of two minutes, she was saddled with the worst jobs—dusting cobwebs from the ceiling corners and scrubbing the kitchen grout like her life depended on it even cleaning the front porch in the middle of night, she knew her parents were missing a few screws in their heads.

By the time the mrs lee declared the house livable, it was way late into the night. y/n had collapsed onto the couch all sweaty wearing one of those scandalous tank tops and some sweats, too tired to care about her rumbling stomach or the faint scent of cleaning supplies that clung to her skin or the fact her mother would publicly execute her for sleeping on the couch. It was home, for better or worse, though she wasn’t sure how she felt about being back in the village that haunted most of her childhood memories.

The next morning began like any other. Her mother barked orders about her being slimy and needing to get up and ready while Y/N groggily tried to ignore her pressing her face into the pillows of the voice . She was still debating whether it was worth getting up she’d been utterly exhausted from jet lag and the scrubbing she did last night felt like she was in exploited worker with no wage so naturally when the doorbell rang she groaned .

“y/n, get the door since you’re already on the couch,” Mrs. Lee called from the kitchen, her tone leaving no room for argument.

“they can’t be back already .” She said to herself Horang and Mr Lee went out to get groceries she dragged herself off the couch and shuffled toward the door and swung it open, only to freeze at the sight of the boy standing on their front step.

Sim Jaeyun.

He had the same messy brown hair, the same cocky smile, and the same irritatingly perfect posture he’d had when they were kids. But there was something else now—he looked older, taller, and maybe even more annoying, annoyingly pretty.

Jaeyun’s reaction was even more dramatic. He stared at her, mouth slightly open, as though he’d just seen a ghost. For a moment, neither of them spoke, until he finally broke the silence he shifted the fruit basket in his hands.

“Uh…” He squinted, his eyes raking over her face. “ Who are you? Don’t the lees live here you know Heeseungs aunt and uncle ” he said his accent thick and tingled with some unease

Y/N blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean, who am I? It’s me.” She scoffed

He tilted his head, still scrutinizing her. “You’re Horang, did you get something done to your face ? Like filler or something ” he said pointing at her lips , y/ns lips had always been fuller than Horangs.

Her irritation flared instantly. “Oh, for God’s sake,” she snapped her British accent empathising the god and Jaeyun knew instantly what she was about to say .

“I am y/n.”

His eyes widened slightly as he stepped back, his gaze dropping to her arm where a small mole near her wrist confirmed her identity. But even then, he looked unconvinced.

“No way,” he said, more to himself than to her. “That’s not you. The y/n I know had…” He gestured vaguely to his own face in mock insult . “Chubby cheeks. And, you know, was a little…”

“a little what ?” she dared, crossing her arms stepping outside to immediate him

“Rounder,” he finished, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. stupid cunt she thought to herself

Her glare could’ve burned holes through him. “Wow, Jaeyun. Thanks for the confidence boost. Really appreciate it.”

His grin only widened. “What happened to your cute little cheeks?” He leaned forward slightly towering over her, poking his own hollow ones for emphasis.

“What happened to your manners?” she shot back.

Jaeyun ignored her question entirely. “Are you sure you’re y/n? Like, 100% sure? The y/n I know had a hard time breathing after taking a few steps”

She rolled her eyes, stepping aside so he could enter. “Aren’t you getting a little too comfy, Jaeyun? I don’t know what Heeseung sees in you”

“That’s it.” He smirked as he stepped into the house giving her a little condescending ruffle to her hair . “That’s the y/n remember.”

Before she could snap back at his audacity, Mrs. Lee emerged from the kitchen, a dish towel slung over her shoulder. “Jaeyun! It’s been so long,” she said warmly, taking the fruit basket from his hands and giving him a tight hug

“Hello, Mrs. Lee,” he said with a polite bow, his tone smooth and practiced.

“Look at you. You’ve grown so much, My gosh and so handsome too!” she said, inspecting him with a smile. “I hope you’re staying out of trouble.”

He grinned, his eyes flicking to y/n who was standing further away with a stoic expression on her face. “Of course, ma’am.”

Mrs. Lee nodded approvingly before turning to her daughter. “Here, take this kimchi to his mother,” she said, shoving a container into y/ns hands.

“What? Why me?” y/n protested, already regretting opening the door and sleeping on the couch, last things he wanted was to see Jaeyun family

“Because I said so,” Mrs. Lee replied sharply, before glancing at Jaeyun. “ the sims are your aunts in laws now you should try and be respectful ”

Jaeyun raised his eyebrow his eyes darting to y/n and then at her tight tank top before looking away once Mrs Lee caught his eyes

Mrs. Lee ignored him, turning back to Y/N. “Go change first. You’re standing there looking homeless.”

y/n blinked, stunned. “Homeless?” she echoed cleaning annoyed.

Her mother gave her a pointed once-over, gesturing to the sauce-stained white tank top she’d been wearing since the night before she shook her head disapproving at how it emphasised her chest . “At least try to look presentable. Horang wouldn’t be caught dead in that.”

y/n clenched her jaw, muttering something under her breath as she stomped up the stairs.

Jaeyun laughed quietly, watching her retreat. “Still as dramatic as ever,” he said.

Mrs. Lee sighed. “Honestly, that girl. I don’t even know why I brought her along.”

Jaeyun shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to respond. Mrs. Lee didn’t seem to notice, her expression brightening as she changed the subject.

“I’m sure you’ve already met Heeseung,” she said, and Jaeyun nodded.

“Yeah, we had breakfast together earlier,” he replied trying to hide the fact he was uncomfortable with only being with Mrs Lee without a third person .

Mrs. Lee smiled. “Good. I hope he learns from his friend. That boy is hopeless in the kitchen. What’s his name again? The one that can cook well ? He was just here yesterday night , Jong… Jeon?” She said trying to remember.

“Jongseong,” Jaeyun corrected with a tight and uncomfortable smile .

She nodded. “That’s it, Jongseong. Such a nice boy. Maybe both Y/N and Heeseung could learn a thing or two from him.”

Jaeyun glanced toward the stairs, where Y/N was probably sulking in her room and cursing him out . “I don’t think Y/N’s the type to take advice,” he said, his tone teasing.

Mrs. Lee let out a shrill laugh . “You’re not wrong about that.”

Moments later, Y/N reappeared, her expression stormy but her outfit slightly more presentable. She shoved the kimchi container into Jaeyun’s hands without a word, glaring at him as though it was his fault she’d been humiliated.

“let’s get this over with,” she muttered, brushing past him toward the door.

Jaeyun followed, a smug grin tugging at his lips. This summer was already shaping up to be more entertaining than he’d expected, oh he’s going to push her buttons so much.

[hoondolls]

COMPLICATED, AS USUAL — SIM JAEYUN

03) EAT YOUR GUTS

PREV — NEXT

warnings: eating disorder, mention of purging and smoking , food in general, insensitive jaeyun , please read warning from this post before continuing the story! credit to @adornedwithlight for lace divider & layout credit to @/cupidhoons

taglist: @jakeslvt (comment to be added)

The wedding had been fun. In fact, Y/n had enjoyed it way more than she thought she would. The music was loud, the dancing was chaotic, and her aunt Eunha looked absolutely stunning in her gown. The day had flown by faster than she expected, and by the time it ended, Y/n felt this weird emptiness in her chest. She was exhausted, sure, but it was more than that. It was like something inside her had been filled, only to be emptied once the event was over. A sense of depression lingered like a dark cloud, even though she’d had such a good time.

She looked down at her stomach, rubbing it gently. It was strange, but it felt… full. Really full. She’d stuffed herself with so much cake and finger foods that she almost felt sick. But the worst part was how tight her trousers felt as she tried to slide them on later that night. Her face felt puffy, like she was still recovering from the sugar rush. She stared at herself in the mirror, avoiding her reflection as if it were a ghost she didn’t want to face.

“God,” she muttered, turning her head away. She hated looking at herself like this. She’d gained a few kilograms, and now she could feel every bit of it in her body. Her clothes didn’t fit the same anymore. Everything was a little tighter, a little more suffocating.

Her stomach churned, and her mind instantly flashed back to that one promise she’d made to herself years ago, the one where she swore she’d stop. But she knew, deep down, that she hadn’t. She couldn’t stop. The feeling of being bigger, heavier, was just too much for her. It wasn’t just the weight, it was the suffocating pressure that seemed to come from all directions: society, her parents, the image of the perfect version of herself she could never quite live up to.

In a few swift motions, she found herself in the bathroom, hunched over the toilet, forcing herself to get rid of everything she had eaten. Her fingers traced the edges of the cold porcelain, the familiar routine hitting her like a punch to the gut. She hated it. She hated herself for doing it again, for being this weak.

But it was easier. So much easier than confronting the truth: that she hated being overweight more than anything. And maybe, just maybe, the pain in her oesophagus would be worth it—worth keeping her weight down. There was no way she could let herself go back to that version of herself she couldn’t stand.

Afterward, she sat on the bathroom floor, breathing heavily, her body numb, waiting for the hollow feeling to settle in. The emptiness. The quiet. It was almost peaceful in a way. She didn’t feel like she was carrying around anything anymore—no food, no emotions, no pressure to be perfect. Just… nothing.

But even that emptiness didn’t last. She needed something else to fill the void. And that’s when she grabbed her father’s cigarette pack. The lighter was from her mom’s drawer—the one she always used to light candles, the one that smelled like lavender and sweet memories. Y/n didn’t care about the stupid contradictions. She didn’t care that it was wrong or dangerous. She just needed something to numb the emptiness that always seemed to claw at her from the inside.

She took a slow walk down to the park with the cigarette between her fingers, the evening air cool against her skin. The park was mostly empty, save for a few people walking dogs or sitting alone. She found her usual spot at the edge of the park, near the bushes where no one would see her, and lit the cigarette. The smoke burned in her lungs as she inhaled deeply, staring into the darkening sky.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was something. It was a small rebellion against the world that was always telling her what to do, what to be. For once, she was doing what she wanted, no matter how stupid it was. She watched the orange tip of the cigarette glow in the darkness as she exhaled slowly, letting the stress melt away.

When she was done, she crushed the cigarette under her shoe, watching the tiny embers fizzle out. She could smell the lingering smoke on her skin as she walked back home, but it didn’t matter. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself. She showered and scrubbed herself clean, using the expensive body scrubs from Horang’s stash. The smell of lavender mixed with nicotine wasn’t a good combo, and Y/n wasn’t sure if it was the smoke or the feeling of self-hatred that left her feeling sick.

The next morning, she was back at it—back to the homework Sunghoon had set for her. The trigonometry was fine. She could manage that. It was the rest that made her head spin. The formulas, the numbers, the equations. None of it seemed to make sense, even though she’d been over it a hundred times. She could feel Sunghoon’s presence in the back of her mind, silently judging her every move. She wasn’t stupid, she just couldn’t grasp it. No matter how much she wanted to make him proud, make herself proud, nothing was clicking. Despite his ridiculously attractive face he wasn’t stupid he’d know if she cheated in her homework.

She was snapped out of her thoughts when the door to her room creaked open. She glanced up to see Jaeyun leaning against the doorframe, watching her with a smug expression on his face. He had this way of just showing up at the most inconvenient times.

“How do you struggle with Pythagoras?” he asked, a mocking tone in his voice as he casually poked at her homework.

Y/n felt her blood boil. “God, do you ever shut up and leave me alone?” she snapped, annoyed by the interruption. She tried to refocus on the paper in front of her, but Jaeyun was already lounging on her bed, making himself comfortable.

“What’s wrong, sunshine?” he asked, clearly amused. “Woke up on the wrong side of the bed?”

“Can you like, actually leave?” she bit back, growing more irritated. She wasn’t in the mood for his annoying little remarks.

Jaeyun grinned, leaning back on her bed like he owned the place. “For someone so obsessed with numbers on a scale, you sure are bad at math. How’d you check your BMI? Did you ask an AI or something?” He snorted like he was the funniest person alive.

Y/n’s blood boiled. “Oh no! Sim Jaeyun has caught onto the fact that I’m bad at math! Better eat my guts now!” She rolled her eyes dramatically, sarcastically mocking his dumbassery.

Jaeyun just chuckled, unfazed. “You’re cute when you get all defensive,” he said, making Y/n’s face flush with frustration.

She could feel her patience wearing thin. “I swear, if you don’t shut up, I’m going to—”

But Jaeyun didn’t seem to care. He just smirked, clearly enjoying getting under her skin. It was like he lived for it.

“Well, let me know if you need help with the Pythagorean theorem, piggy,” he teased, using his stupid nickname for her, clearly amused by the chaos he was causing.

Y/n scoffed, slamming her pencil down on the desk. “You’re unbelievable, Sim Jaeyun. Unbelievable.”

[hoondolls]

(🗝️) ⎯⎯ fem!r ⋆ 298! words ♡ ⊹ cw. gaslighting,, toxicbf ! niki, toxic relationship,, established rls, unedited. ⸝⸝ ARCHIVE ✧ & NOTES (˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵) ↺

SOL NOTES : this is completely fiction and in no way represents niki in real life

he has a way of making you feel small. he’ll criticize the way you dress, the way you talk, even the way you laugh. “ why do you always do that? It’s so annoying,” he’ll say, and you’ll feel your chest tighten because you didn’t even realize you were doing anything wrong.

he’s never there when you need him. when you’re crying, he’ll roll his eyes and say, “ not this again. can’t you handle your own problems?” but when he’s upset, he expects you to drop everything and comfort him. and you do, because you’re not cruel like he is.

he loves to twist your words. If you try to express how he’s hurt you, he’ll turn it around and say, “ wow, so I’m the bad guy now? After everything I’ve done for you?” and you’ll end up apologizing, even though you’re not sure what you did wrong.

he has a habit of disappearing when things get too real. If you try to have a serious conversation about your relationship, he’ll shut down or leave the room.“I don’t have time for this drama,”he’ll say, and you’ll be left sitting there, wondering if you’re asking for too much.

he hates when you stand up for yourself. If you call him out on his behavior, he’ll laugh in your face and say, “you’re so sensitive. can’t you take a joke?” But it’s not a joke, and you know it.

the worst part is that he knows how much he’s hurting you. Sometimes, when he’s feeling guilty, he’ll buy you flowers or take you out on a date. He’ll hold your hand and say,“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m like this.” and for a moment, you’ll believe him. But then he’ll do something cruel again, and the cycle starts all over.

you’re not stupid. you know this isn’t love. but leaving him feels impossible because you remember the boy he used to be—the one who made you feel like the most important person in the world. you keep hoping he’ll change, but deep down, you know he won’t.

[hoondolls]

COMPLICATED, AS USUAL - SIM JAEYUN

04) HIS KIND?

PREVIOUS NEXT

warnings : profanity and kys/kms jokes ( please read warning from this post before continuing the story !) credit to @adornedwithlight for lace divider & layout credit to @cupidhoons

taglist: @jakeslvt (comment to be added)

[hoondolls]

COMPLICATED, AS USUAL— SIM JAEYUN

O2) HOT NEIGHBOUR ! PREV_NEXT

warnings : please read warning from this post before continuing the story ! credit to @adornedwithlight for lace divider & layout credit to @cupidhoons

taglist : @jakeslvt ( comment to be added )

The resentment that simmered in Y/n’s chest all afternoon boiled over when the doorbell rang she had her phone in her and she was sure it’s break from the grip she had. She hadn’t even fully processed her mother’s betrayal yet—casually spilling her failing maths grade to Jaeyun as if it were neighborhood gossip, well now it was neighbourhood gossip. And what did Jaeyun do with that information? Weaponized it, of course. Smirking. Teasing. That insufferable grin that made her want to throttle him.

So when Horang lazily called out, “Y/n, can you get that, please?” without even looking up from her nails, it was like pouring gasoline on her already smoldering mood.

She let out an exasperated sigh, dragging her feet to the door, grumbling under her breath about how she wasn’t anyone’s maid. The bell rang again. Impatient.

She yanked it open, fully prepared to snap, when her words lodged in her throat.

Standing on the other side was a boy. No—a man. Tall, broad-shouldered, with dark eyes that glinted under the soft sunlight. His hair was casually ruffled, falling perfectly in a way that suggested he didn’t even try. He had the kind of jawline that could start wars and a smirk that could end them.

“Hi,” he said, voice smooth and warm. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “I’m from next door. My sister dropped her shoe in your garden.”

Y/n blinked, feeling like her brain short-circuited. “Oh,” she said dumbly dazed . “Um, yeah. Sure. I’ll get it.”

Spinning on her heel, she bolted toward the backyard, her face already burning. She clutched the small pink slipper like it was evidence in a murder case, inhaled a deep breath, and tried to gather whatever dignity she had left before walking back.

“Is this it?” she asked, holding it out.

The boy nodded, his lips curving into an easy smile that made her stomach do backflips. “Yeah, thanks.”

“Uh-huh,” she mumbled, gripping the doorframe like her life depended on it.

“You must be Heeseung’s cousin, right?” he asked casually, tilting his head slightly as he studied her.

Y/n blinked again, her mind racing. “Heeseung? How do you know him?”

“We were classmates last year,” he explained.

“Oh.” She frowned slightly. “Small world.”

“I’m Sunghoon, by the way,” he said, offering his name with the same casual confidence as someone handing over a business card.

“Oh,” she repeated, cringing internally at her lack of vocabulary. “I’m Y/n.”

“Well, Y/n,” he said, flashing one last devastatingly pretty smile, “see you around.”

And just like that, he turned and walked away, leaving her standing there with her cheeks burning and her heart racing.

Her eyes followed him all the way to the house next door, her thoughts a chaotic mess. How could someone be that… good-looking? Was it legal? Ethical? She sighed deeply, leaning against the doorframe as she watched him disappear inside.

“There’s no way that guy will look at you.”

The voice startled her so badly that she nearly dropped the phone she was holding. She turned sharply to see Jaeyun standing a few feet away, leaning casually against the wall with his arms crossed.

“Where the hell did you come from?” she snapped, her embarrassment quickly morphing into irritation.

Jaeyun grinned, pushing off the wall to saunter toward her. “I’ve been here. You were too busy gawking at your prince charming to notice.”

“I wasn’t gawking,” she said defensively, her arms crossing over her chest.

“Sure,” Jaeyun said, his grin widening. “What’s wrong, princess ? Did cupid’s bow hit your fat heart?”

Y/n glared at him, her fists clenching at her sides. “What are you trying to say, Sim Jaeyun?”

“Oh, nothing,” he said innocently, shrugging his shoulders. “But they say girls like you are more likely to yearn for love because you see yourselves as ugly. Which, to be fair, you kind of are.”

Her jaw dropped, the sting of his words hitting harder than she wanted to admit. But she wasn’t about to let him win.

“What makes you think that?” she shot back, her voice sharp. “Are you saying I have an inferiority complex or something?”

“Did I say that?” Jaeyun replied smoothly, stepping closer to her. “Looks like you’re jumping to conclusions, piggy.”

Y/n took a step back, her glare narrowing. “Don’t call me that.”

Jaeyun didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he leaned in, his face far too close for her comfort. He sniffed the air dramatically, his nose scrunching up.

“What on earth is that smell?”

Y/n froze, her heart pounding in her chest, he was to old for this stupid behaviour at this grown age of his . “Stop acting like a child, Sim Jaeyun,” she said, her voice shaky.

But to her horror, he wasn’t joking. “No, I’m being serious. You smell like smoke.”

Her blood ran cold. She’d brushed her teeth. She’d showered. She’d sprayed herself with Horang’s ridiculously expensive perfumes. How could anyone possibly tell?

“You smell like your dad’s cigs , are you smoking blunts behind their backs or something piggy.” Jaeyun said

Her panic quickly turned to anger, and without thinking, she slammed the door in Jaeyun’s face.

Dinner was a tense affair, as it often was whenever the Lees finally all got together . Y/n poked at her rice, her appetite thoroughly ruined. She could feel Heeseung’s eyes on her, but she ignored him, pretending to be engrossed in her food. Why the hell did Jaeyun out of everyone have to find out about her smoking .

“So, Y/n,” Mrs. Kim said, her tone light but curious. “What’s the plan? I heard you need to pass maths to continue your education?”

Y/ns head snapped up, her stomach sinking. She glanced around the table, feeling every pair of eyes on her.

“I guess I have to retake the exam in November,” she said stiffly, forcing herself to sound nonchalant.

“Ah, I see,” Mrs. Kim said, nodding thoughtfully. “So, any preparations? It’s August now. You’ve got a few months.”

“I’ll start soon,” Y/n mumbled, her cheeks burning. Mrs Lee nodded next to her like she was satisfied with her choice.

Mr. Lee cleared his throat. “I heard the Parks next door have a son who does tutoring. Maybe we should ask him to help you.”

Heeseung choked on his water. “You mean Park Sunghoon? Uncle, you can’t do that. He’s such a know-it-all. He’ll eat her alive!”

Y/n’s head shot up, her eyes narrowing at Heeseung. “I don’t need you speaking for me, Heeseung.” Maybe it’s because she thought sunghoon was ridiculously handsome and she didn’t mind being around some guy she’ll never see again in a few weeks

“I’m serious!” Heeseung insisted. “Sunghoon’s annoying. Plus, he’s not even— he’s literally the worst ”

“Heeseung,” Mrs. Kim said sharply, cutting her son off.

He shrank back, muttering under his breath.

“So, what do you think, Y/n?” Mrs. Kim continued, turning back to her. “I’m sure Sunghoon won’t mind helping you, it’s good to get an early start. He’s a very responsible young man. Maybe you could learn a thing or two from him, Heeseung.”

Heeseung scoffed, looking away.

Y/n hesitated, her stomach twisting. The last thing she wanted was to be tutored by someone who already made her heart race just by existing. But she also didn’t have many options.

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to ask,” she said finally, avoiding everyone’s gaze.

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LEE Y/N @ ynbrainrot :

17 years old, no interest in studying because she can’t pass a gcse maths foundation paper, studies alevel criminal behaviour and english literature super bitter about being dragged back to her rural hometown for the summer to watch her aunt walk down a isle, icl she’s just an absolute loser , hasn’t been to gokseong since she was 13.

SIM JAEYUN @ jakeisms :

17 years old, majoring maths and physics, listens to Taylor swift but will never admit it, came over from Queensland for the summer to watch his uncle get married , refuses to admit he likes y/n and her stupid British accent, he absolutely hates sunghoon. best friends with Heeseung since childhood and made friends with jongseong last summer when he visited.

Lee Heeseung @ seungthings

18 year old, graduated high school , y/ns cousin, taking a gap year to “ figure himself out “ which is just an excuse to send more time with his girlfriend, Jaeyuns best friend since childhood , best friended Jay ever since he moved to gokseong, likes to torture his cousin because it fun for him, has lived in gokseong since he was born.

Park Jongseong @ jayprints

18 years old, graduated highschool, majoring in aerospace mechanics, moved to gokseong when he was 15, became best friends with Heeseung the minute the two landed eyes on each other, became friends with Jaeyun the previous summer when he visited from Australia and they’ve been attached to the hip since , popular amongst the citizens of gokseong because he’s so amazing <3, the most mature out of the three friends.

Park Sunghoon @ sxnghoons :

18 years old, graduated from high school, majoring in medicine, living in gokseong for three years, was classmates with jongseong and heeseung but they never got along, runs a study twitter and does tutoring in his free times. To y/ns dismay he’s in fact taken. He’s quite stiff (nonchalant final boss) , ABSOLUTELY DETESTES JAEYUN. a dog typa guy

Jang Wonyoung @ solsticewon :

17 years old , y/ns only best friend, met y/n in year 5 and have been attached to each other since, has never actually been outside of London , y/ns emotional support, cat mom owns 3 kittens and one cat, named her cat after Neville because ( longbottom 😍🫡) and her kittens after the character of stranger from hell. Studies alevel psychology and criminal behaviours .

Tae Yerim @ yerinissance :

18 years old, graduated high school , taking a gap year again just an excuse to spend more time with her boyfriend and have some sleep, lived in gokseong her whole life, heeseungs girlfriend, motorcycle girl that heeseungs mom absolutely hates, used to tease y/n when she was younger but absolutely adores her now “this is my boyfriend heeseung, and that’s my boyfriend’s boyfriend jay.”

Hong Aeri @ aeriosity

18 years old, majoring in economics, sunghoons girlfriend, what can I say she’s just a chill girl, moved to gokseong when she was 10, lowk kinda toxic but too sunghoons stiff to notice, generally a nice person but can be demanding some times.

Lee Horang @ horangspace

17 years old, younger twin of y/n, studies a-level maths, biology and chemistry, is the complete opposite of her sister but they have a really good relationship, not so much big of a fan of wonyoung. her parents spoil her a lot but there’s mutual bullying between her and her sister. again she doesn’t like sunghoon . got along really well with aeri however .

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02) YOU DON’T KNOW YOUR 7 TIMES TABLE!

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Tutoring was a mess, and if Y/n was being completely honest, she wasn’t sure how she was surviving it.

sunghoon, ever the patient teacher, had started her off with the basics. multiplication tables, addition drills, fractions—stuff she probably should’ve mastered years ago but somehow had never stuck.

“let’s start with the sevens,” he said, leaning back in his chair as he slid a piece of paper toward her.

she stared at the page, her brain already blank.

“okay,” she said weakly, trying not to panic.

“what’s 7 times 4?” he asked, his voice steady but curious.

her eyes darted to the page, her thoughts a swirling mess. “uh…” she stalled, forcing a nervous laugh. “you know, it’s been a while since i’ve done this stuff.”

sunghoon raised an eyebrow. “you don’t know your seven times table?”

“of course i know!” she said quickly, sitting up straighter. she could feel the flush crawling up her neck.

he didn’t look convinced. “okay. what’s half of one?”

“0.5,” she said, and even though she answered correctly, her heart pounded like she’d just taken a lie detector test.

sunghoon nodded slowly, clearly trying to gauge just how much work they had ahead of them. finally, he sighed and picked up a pencil.

“we have serious work to do,” he said, sliding the practice sheet closer to her.

she groaned inwardly but forced herself to nod. she hated maths with a passion, but she hated disappointing people even more. and sunghoon? he was way too pretty to disappoint.

but that was the problem.

she couldn’t focus. not with him leaning over the table, explaining concepts she didn’t understand in a voice so calm it could probably put a baby to sleep. and then there was the way his glasses were perched on his forehead, his hair slightly disheveled and falling into his eyes. he looked so effortlessly dreamy, and she couldn’t stop staring.

every time he turned his attention back to the worksheet, she would steal a glance at him. at the way his jaw clenched in concentration. at the way his hand moved swiftly across the page, circling numbers and drawing diagrams like it was second nature.

and then it slipped.

“no, y/n, focus,” she muttered to herself under her breath. “sunghoon’s handsome face won’t get you that grade five.”

the moment the words left her mouth, her entire body froze.

“what?”

her eyes snapped to his face, horrified to find him looking right at her, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“what did you just say?”

her face turned a deep shade of crimson, and her first instinct was to deflect. “nothing!” she said quickly, waving her hands in front of her. “it’s just—it’s really hot in here, don’t you think?” she grabbed a piece of paper and started fanning herself dramatically.

sunghoon’s eyebrows furrowed even more, but he didn’t push it. “okay,” he said slowly, picking up another worksheet. “let’s just continue.”

he slid the next paper toward her, this one filled with trigonometry problems.

her eyes lit up. “oh, i know this stuff,” she said, relieved to see something she could actually handle.

sunghoon gave her a small smile. “finally, some confidence. let’s see how you do.”

but just as she was getting into it, the door swung open, and in walked the one person who could ruin her day faster than a pop quiz.

jaeyun.

he strolled into the room like he owned the place, hands stuffed into his hoodie pockets as he surveyed the scene. his eyes landed on sunghoon, who was hunched over the table, scribbling on a spare sheet of paper.

“that one’s wrong,” jaeyun said casually, pointing at one of the equations sunghoon had written.

sunghoon looked up, startled. “who are you?” he asked, his tone polite but clearly confused.

jaeyun smirked, leaning against the doorframe. “oh, me? i’m y/n’s friend.” he glanced at y/n, his grin widening. “isn’t that right, piggy?”

y/n felt her stomach drop. “jaeyun,” she said through gritted teeth, “get out.”

sunghoon’s eyebrows shot up. “piggy?” he echoed, turning to look at her with a mix of amusement and surprise.

“don’t call me that,” y/n snapped, glaring at jaeyun.

but he was unfazed, strolling over to the table and plopping down in the chair next to her.

“so, this is your tutor?” jaeyun asked, gesturing to sunghoon. “thirty dollars an hour, right?” he glanced at the worksheet in front of her, his smirk growing. “wow. money well spent. your tutor doesn’t even know the answers himself.”

sunghoon scoffed, finally setting his pencil down. “you must be a delight to be around.”

“oh, i am,” jaeyun said, leaning back in his chair. “just ask y/n.”

“seriously, jaeyun,” y/n snapped, her patience wearing thin. “get out. you’re not helping.”

“i think i am,” he said, feigning innocence. “i mean, someone has to keep your tutor on his toes.”

sunghoon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “look, if you’re going to stay, at least be quiet.”

jaeyun grinned, clearly enjoying himself. “oh, don’t worry. i’ll just observe.”

y/n groaned, dropping her head into her hands. “this is a nightmare.”

“no, this is reality,” jaeyun said, leaning closer to her. “welcome to it, piggy.”

she wanted to scream.

an hour later, sunghoon finally packed up his things, giving y/n an apologetic smile as he stood to leave. “you did okay today,” he said, his tone kind despite the chaotic session. “just keep practicing, and we’ll get there.”

y/n nodded, too embarrassed to look him in the eye. “thanks,” she muttered, as soon as the door closed behind him, she turned to jaeyun, who was still lounging in the chair like he owned the place.

“you’re the worst,” she said, glaring at him.

“am i?” he asked, grinning.

“yes,” she snapped. “you embarrassed me in front of him.”

jaeyun shrugged. “if he can’t handle a little teasing, he’s not the right tutor for you.”

“he’s a great tutor,” she shot back. “unlike you, he actually knows what he’s talking about.”

jaeyun smirked, standing up and ruffling her hair as he walked past. “whatever you say, piggy. I won’t embarrass you in front of your crush next time. ”

y/n groaned, collapsing onto the table Jaeyun took a seat on the couch.

“my mom’s asking about the wedding invites. uncle taeho wants to see if they need improvements,” jaeyun said casually, lounging on y/n’s couch like he owned the place.

she shot him a glare from where she sat cross-legged on the floor, scrolling through her laptop. “they’re not made yet. aunt eunha still hasn’t picked a design.”

“sure she hasn’t.” jaeyun smirked, tilting his head as if he was deep in thought. “are you sure you didn’t eat them or something?”

y/n froze mid-scroll, her fingers hovering over the trackpad. she turned to him slowly, her glare sharp enough to cut through steel. “go to hell, jaeyun.”

he grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “why, when i can torment you here?”

“you’re insufferable.”

“you’re predictable,” he shot back that stupid ugly smirk on his handsome face. “what’s next? you’re going to threaten to hit me with a pillow again? or maybe you’ll sulk in your room for the next hour smoking your heart away. let me guess, which one is it this time?”

“i’m not going to sulk,” y/n said through gritted teeth, standing up and grabbing one of the decorative pillows from the couch. she didn’t even hesitate before throwing it at him.

jaeyun caught it easily, laughing as he tossed it aside. “there it is. classic y/n.”

“classic y/n is about to strangle you,” she muttered, grabbing another pillow.

“careful,” he teased, leaning back with his arms behind his head. “if you put too much energy into it, you’ll lose your appetite for dinner.”

“oh my god, shut up!” she snapped, launching the second pillow at him. this time, it hit him square in the face, and she couldn’t help the triumphant smirk that followed.

“ouch,” he said, though his grin didn’t waver. “that was kind of impressive, piggy.”

“call me piggy one more time,” y/n warned, her eyes narrowing.

“what, piggy?” he taunted, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in his eye. “what are you gonna do, oink at me?”

she grabbed a third pillow. “you’re dead.”

jaeyun laughed, dodging as she lunged at him. “relax! i’m just joking!”

“you’re not funny!”

“i think i’m hilarious,” he said, standing up and stepping out of her reach. “but don’t worry, i’ll let you cool off. wouldn’t want you to sweat too much and ruin the carpet.”

y/n stared at him, clutching the pillow like it was her last lifeline. “get out of my house.”

he winked at her. “love you too, piggy.”

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