#i luv sunoo

[cherubshert]

A/n : Is this bad, maybe? do I write well? no do I love sunoo? yes of course?!?! Happy bday to my favorite boy ever, he's been my bias for a while, but he's so precious and cool and talented :0... Hope you enjoyed!!

"I'm Jungwon, his coworker, he drank a little too much with us. " you tilt your head to the side, frowning at sunoo's limp body. "And he told you to bring him here?" He nods, "This is his address...?" you sigh. "It's fine, you can bring him in."

You shuffle to the side, opening your apartment door wider for him to come in. Jungwon sets the man on the couch, dropping his phone close beside him. Jungwon dusts of his shirt, bowing to you before leaving.

After making sure your door was locked, you let out a heavy sigh. Turning on the heel of your feet towards your living room. you stare at him for a second, before heading for the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

"sit up." you whisper sternly, settling beside him on your couch, a soft groan escaping his lips in response. He takes the glass from your hand, immediately downing it. You watched him lean back, his head hanging over the couch.

"Didn't expect you to pick up drinking." you say, leaning forward to grab your remote, pressing play on the movie you were watching previously. "I didn't, my coworkers invited me out... can't really say no."

He turns to you, the blush on his cheeks growing deeper, his hand rested on your couch slowly finds it way to your thigh. You pull away, bringing your legs to your chest, wrapping your arms around them. "Why did you tell him to bring you here?"

"Today's my birthday, I guess I really wanted to see you. " he takes in your silent response, your eyebrows furrowing slightly, your lips curving downward. "I was thinking about you all day. I was really excited to get a birthday message from you, but... It never came."

"We're not dating anymore, why would I send you anything." "You used to send a message when we were friends." "We're not friends anymore either." You say a little louder, turning to glare at him. He smiles at you, your heart racing as you try to shift your attention back to the tv.

You body heats up, goosebumps rising on your skin when he drew closer, his blond strands tickling your neck. "I still like you y/n, I still want to work on us." "It's been almost two months." you say, your voice wavering.

"We can still try." his hands grab your shoulders, turning your body to face his. The distinct smell of alcohol causes you to cringe, but you let him pull you close. "Please?" tears burn at your waterline, your glistening eyes look down before meeting his again, nodding slowly.

He practically throws himself at you, his arms wrapped tightly around you. He pulls away to press kisses all over your face, laughter filling the air. You press at his chest, the keep him at bay, your right hand going to drag through his hair.

"Happy Birthday sunoo..."

[b1mbodoll]

vampire enha..

[kissunoo]

beep beep boop

connecting...

hii this is :3 anon reporting for duty

question of the day !! who's your favorite idol? :3

EEE MORE CUTE ANONSSS HIIII !! my fav idol is for sure sunoo 💗💗

[sunghoonbite]

mtl be a messy, soft, or rough kisser?

pairing: enhypen x reader (no hoon or niki)

warnings: suggestive, nsfw mentions

minors dni, before reading

i luv this request, ty! :)

most/roughest

heeseung’s kisses are unintentionally rough. during make out sessions and sloppy kisses, he always ends up grabbing you by the collar of your shirt and pressing his lips into yours. he gets overwhelmed with how badly he wants and needs you, resulting in his kisses being a bit harsh. not only are his kisses rough, (although not on purpose) he also has a habit of being a messy kisser. pulling apart for air just creates a string of saliva that connects your mouths. he wouldn’t notice until he sees the gloss of your lips from his own tongue.

jake isn’t necessarily super rough, but his kisses can come off strong when he isn’t paying attention. i also think he might be a messy kisser, especially when making out with you or when he’s particularly needy that day. i feel like jake would kiss without a warning, pressing his lips against yours which makes them appear more rough. however, if you tell him he’s being too rough he’d immediately try to fix his behavior, not even recognizing he was doing it in the first place but practicing being more gentle with his kisses.

jay definitely varies but i think a majority of the time his kisses would be soft and gentle. little pecks when he leaves for work or trails from your lips down to your neck as you cuddle on the couch, definitely. but i also think there’s a side of him that kisses rougher, particularly during sex or very heated make out sessions. if you want jay to hard dom you, his kisses are absolutely going to be harsher than they usually are. but! that’s not to say he doesn’t give gentle kisses to you after sex, brushing stray hairs away from your face while he murmurs to you.

sunoo is a soft kisser. he’d also be shy with it, i think! however, this could change depending on his mood and how much attention he wants at the moment. during sex, his kisses are soft but messy. big, open mouthed kisses that are a little too sloppy. i also could see him maybe being rough when jealous or when he gets more bold and confident with you. with sunoo, it could fluctuate lot but i’d say his kisses are gentle but messy.

jungwon’s kisses are clean and soft. he doesn’t get rough unless you ask him specifically to be harsher with you, and even then he’d struggle with the intensity of kissing you. even when things get more passionate, he’d gently cup your face and place soft open-mouthed kisses on your lips.

least/softest

[kyehwas]

🌸⋆ i luv u! ft. enhypen

🎀 -> or, things that have happened to me that enhypen would do! (school au cause yeah)

a/n: been on such a shoujo girl arc lately so have this :3

lee heeseung : walking you to your class

"do you wanna walk to 5th period with me?" the question had slipped out of your lips while going with your friend to visit his last class, but instead of judging, he agreed. "sure, my teacher doesn't care if i'm late anyways." and so you and him walked to class. you heated up at the fact he was walking with you, even if his class was on the opposite side of the building. even when your friends arrived to your class, you couldn't help but watch as he smiled and talked with your friends. "i have a minute left. bye y/n," heeseung said, turning the opposite direction to head to his class. "bye, heeseung!" you grin as he left. though he didn't see, all your friends noticed how lovestruck your gaze was.

♡ more under cut~

park jongseong : giving you food from his lunch

you eyed the snack jay brought in his lunch box,, eyes following his hand bringing the food to his mouth. "want some?" he held it out, palm flat and the snack accessible for you to snatch. "oh my god!! yeah, sure! thank you, jay!" you smiled as you took the food from his hand, the second your hands touched causing static between the two of you. "this is my favorite snack," you tell him, even though he's actually your favorite snack.

sim jaeyun : flexing his lego build, thinking you'd appreciate it

"do you wanna see what i made yesterday?" jake scrolled through his camera roll until he found a lego build of a koala. "it's so cute!" you exclaimed, zooming in on all of the little details. "i knew you'd appreciate it," jake said, phone going back in his jeans pocket. "really..?" your heart swelled at the fact that he thought of you "well, you were right, i did appreciate it."

park sunghoon : staring at each other during lecture

your least favorite class sucked, like, really sucked. your eyes wandered wherever, trying to cure your boredom. that's when you made eye contact with your crush, sunghoon, out of all the other people in your class. he smiled at you, so of course you smiled back and waved. he waved back at you, and your heart did a backflip. you turned behind you to check on the teacher, who was still going on with his lecture. you looked back at sunghoon, who was now focusing on what the teacher had to say. you got flustered just from remembering you and him met eyes once. yeah, you were definitely in love.

kim sunoo : texting each other the entire time while class is going on

"how's class going??" your phone lit up at the text. you looked at the teacher, who was distracted with god knows what, before replying. "hey sunsun. it sucks i hate it here. im so bored." your fingers hovered over your keyboard, waiting for a response from sunoo. the rest of the class was just the two of you texting back and forth, with him making crappy jokes and you criticizing the horrible teacher. once class ended, you went straight to sunoo's classroom. "hey. thanks for entertaining me during class." sunoo got up from his desk and started walking with you. "yeah, no problem. my class sucked too."

yang jungwon : accidentally kissing his head

out of all the things that you have ever done on accident, this has got to be the worst one. instead of fake kissing him, you brought jungwons head closer to your lips and actually kissed him. "oh my, wonie, i'm so sorry, i didn't mean for that to-" "y/n, don't worry, it's fine. i thought it was cute." jungwon interrupted, leaning his head against your shoulder, "do it again. this time, you more cautiously kissed his head, and he hummed a sigh of relief. "that's better."

nishimura riki : absolutely shit talking your op >:[

"dude, can you shut the fuck up? y/n never did anything to you, and you're just being an annoying bitch about it," riki ranted to the guy that insulted you. you sat on the sideline,watching as the guy who insulted you got even madder. "i was just being honest!" the boy said, pissing riki off more than he was before. "no, you weren't. and you're going to shut up before i punch you." "riki!" you shouted, looking away from the boy in shame. "i'm just defending you. you deserve to be treated better than this, y/n."

[jammingjaem]

iced love letters

PAIRING | zhong chenle x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS | at ncit, figure skater y/n receives daily letters signed ‘zcl’ from a secret admirer. as she gears up for a crucial showcase, the mystery of ‘zcl’ fuels her determination throughout the semester, leading to an unfolding journey of curiosity and motivation.

GENRE | college student!chenle x ice skater!fem!reader, comedy, fluff

FEATURING | all of nct dream, ive yujin, itzy chaeryoung, stayc sieun, appearances of enhypen’s jake, sunghoon, and sunoo

STARTED-ENDED | 12.18.23 - 12.23.23

TAGLIST (closed.) | @celestialsluvrs @suzayaaa @yeppietennie @jaeimjaemin @wonkivrse @haechansbbg @rksbae @defzcl @hugs2doie @alethea-moon @ihrtsevyn @222brainrot @onceuponateenagetrash @jakejaehyun @thisisnotjacinta @niinjo @catjunhui @mystverse @multifandomania06 @amoonlght @i6renj @xiumhao

NOTE | this smau is already finished and i will be posting all the chapters starting dec 18 all the way to dec 23 :3

PROFILES | [y/n luv club] [chenle’s paid friends / j]

ONE | winter showcase? i’ll kms

TWO | in search of my lover

THREE | the cute international business major

BONUS | clueless, but i love you

END.

[riki-riks-chick]

hii i luv ur work bae can i get ot7 reacting to u making a small dick joke

maknae line bc i don't wanna do hyung line again.

Sunoo

You were spending the day at the dorms, binge watching a show with Sunoo. The other boys were also hanging around the living room. The male lead was one of your favorite actors, so every now and again you'd swoon.

One scene played and you absentmindedly said, "I bet he has a big dick.." Sunoo raises an eyebrow at your words, scoffing. "I bet it's still smaller than mine.."

You chuckle, patting his thigh. "It's okay, Sun.. As long as you stay as long as my middle finger." His mouth fell wide open, and Jake and Riki started laughing from the couch across from you. "There's no way you just said that."

You only laughed, kissing his cheek. "I'm just joking.. We both know how big you really are."

Jungwon

"Hey, Y/n.. Do you think Jungwon has a bigger dick than me?l Jay asks as you shrug. "I'd had to have seen your dick to know. Hard pass by the way, but it probably is. Jungwon's dick is hardly above average."

You lie as a joke, and Jay starts laughing hard. Jungwon scoffs loudly. "Are you serious?.." He asks, offended and you nod. "It's okay baby, small dicks do the job too."

He huffs, crossing his arms. "Well if my dick is so small, I'm sure you won't be choking on it later." He then walked away leaving you and Jay flustered. "Damn.. I was only joking."

[yuckiemouth]

No guidance — (Ayzha Nyree remix)

Wet the bed — Chris brown

Into It — Chase Atlantic

Earned it — The weeknd

Or nah — The weeknd and the others

Wicked games — The weeknd

I luv this shit — August Alsina, Chris brown, and Trey Songz

Climax — usher

Quickie — Miguel

Sex with me — Rihanna

Desire — MEG MYERS

If you think I’m pretty — Artemas

Stuck next to you — Tiishe

Streets — Doja Cat

No chill — PARTYNEXTDOOR

BED — Jacquees

Freak — Doja Cat

SLUT ME OUT — NLE choppa

Poison — Brent Faiyaz

Love me — RealestK

Desert Rose — Lolo Zouaï

Drunk in love — Beyoncé

Would you mind — Janet Jackson

Body party — Ciara

Any time, Any place — Janet Jackson

Lucifer — ENHYPEN

[shyoko]

Hiiii, omg I love your writings soooooo much. Big big congratulations to the many followers.<3 I just wanted to ask of you could do a new sunoo smut if you have the time...maybe the reader and sunoo are artcollege students and the reader had much to do and works a lot and then it comes to sunoo eating out Y/N? That would be so nicee:33 I Luv uu<33

This writing is my own; no copies, adaptations, or translations are allowed. I hope you like it. (English is not my first language.) 

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N/A: Thanks pretty!, I hope you like it and it is what you asked for. A big hug. i love you too🩷🩷

✦Adult content✦

You weren't supposed to look at him, talk to him, let alone feel something for him.

But then he showed up, smiled… and everything you weren’t supposed to do stopped mattering.

His eyes were fixed on you as he placed his hands on your desk, trapping you between his arms. Instantly, your body tensed as Sunoo’s lips dangerously approached your ear.

“You look really pretty today,” he whispered, and his warm breath brushed your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

You didn’t waste a second before pushing him away forcefully. What you didn’t expect was that losing his warmth would feel more uncomfortable than you imagined.

“Back off, Sunoo. I’m not your friend or anything like that, so keep your distance,” you snapped, annoyed.

That’s just how he was: affectionate, with a sugary smile that made you want to like him without even meaning to. And as much as part of you longed to let him treat you that way… you couldn’t allow it.

“Why are you always so cold to me?” he asked, approaching again, though this time keeping some distance. “Do you really hate me that much?”

His gaze was heavy, as if carrying a silent sadness. Something inside your chest tightened. Your mind started to play tricks on you, blaming you for being so harsh. But you quickly drowned that guilt.

You had always wondered what it would feel like to be free. To choose what you wanted. But to your family, you were just another tool. A piece in their game for power. All they cared about was victory. Prestige. Money.

And you?

You just followed their rules. Because they never gave you another option.

You grew up surrounded by paintbrushes, galleries, and empty applause.

But also the weight of expectations you never asked for.

They built an empire where humanity had no place.

They were arrogant, egocentric, always thinking only of themselves.

And you… you learned to stay silent, to smile when needed, to stand out by obligation.

But deep down, you don’t know who you are outside of all that.

You only know that you’re tired.

Tired of pretending to be fine in a place that was never yours.

For years, your family was number one—in sales, in awards, even recognized as the most influential company in the art world. But that whole empire, built with so much effort, crumbled overnight. And although it seemed impossible for such a big company to fall so fast, you all knew that if you didn’t act soon, it would vanish like dust.

And what caused it?

Simple: the new company owned by the Kim family.

It appeared overnight, and with its arrival, you went from first place... to second.

And when they found out the youngest son of the Kim family would attend the same art university as you, it became strictly forbidden to talk to him.

The most important thing was for you to get the highest grades, to stand out, to be noticed. That way, people would become interested in you, your art, and little by little, the family business would climb back to where, according to them, it belonged.

At first, you thought having no contact with him would be easy. Until he showed up. And sat right next to you, starting a sweet conversation about how excited he was to begin.

You found him adorable. And handsome. Very handsome. But above all, irritatingly sweet.

Ignoring him became fucking hard when that boy seemed desperate to talk every few seconds. It was simply impossible to keep him quiet…

Well, you knew there were two ways to manage that.

Your hands grabbed a frosted cookie sitting on your desk, ready to enjoy it before Sunoo arrived. With the cookie in hand, you shoved it into his mouth while he was mid-sentence, forcing him to chew.

That was the first technique to keep him quiet: keep his mouth busy with food.

Some frosting smudged on his nose, making you giggle involuntarily. He quickly joined in.

The moment shattered as the teacher walked into the room.

You both sat down next to each other while the teacher began organizing the materials for class. Internally, you cursed yourself for laughing with him. If your parents found out… you didn’t even want to imagine.

You envied Sunoo a little. His parents let him be himself and talk to the daughter of their rivals. You wished yours were that permissive.

“Good morning, class. Since we have two back-to-back sessions today, I’ve come up with a fun activity,” the professor announced, walking around.

“As you know, we’ve worked with several drawing techniques, as well as canvases and different surfaces to paint on. Today, you’ll use body paint and work on someone else’s skin.” He sat again and continued, “Yesterday, I made the pairs at home to save time, so I’ll call them out now. Grab your paint and spread out around the room. Then pick a body part—hands, arms, whatever you like—and your partner will paint whatever comes to mind.”

“Understood?” Everyone nodded. “Perfect. Here come the pairs.”

The professor began calling out names. More and more people were paired up, yet your name and Sunoo’s hadn’t come up. Until…

“Miss Y/N with Mr. Sunghoon.”

A sigh escaped Sunoo’s lips, as if annoyed by the choice.

“And finally, Mr. Sunoo with Miss Liz.” His already furrowed brow deepened.

“Alright, get to work,” the professor said.

You stood up, scanning the room for Sunghoon… but he was nowhere to be seen. Next to you, Sunoo was doing the same—no sign of Liz either.

“Well, looks like my partner didn’t show up, and yours didn’t either. So…” He grinned mischievously.

You ignored him and went to the teacher.

“Excuse me, my partner isn’t here, so…”

“Mine either. What a coincidence. We should pair up, right, professor?” Sunoo cut in behind you.

“Yes, you two can partner up. Those who missed today will work together next time,” the professor responded.

Your blood boiled. You couldn’t believe how shameless Sunoo was. Every day, staying away from him became harder.

You both grabbed the paint and sat in a corner of the room.

“What do you think about starting with me?” he asked with a playful smile.

You nodded, not wanting to say much. The less you spoke, the better.

“Alright, I want you to paint my back,” he added, still smiling.

You froze. His back? That meant he’d have to take off his shirt. Absolutely not.

“I’m not painting your back,” you said flatly, no hint of humor.

His smile faded.

“Why not?” he asked with a slight pout.

“Because I don’t want to. Why not just pick your arm?” you tried to reason.

“I’ve already decided. It’s my choice where,” he replied.

You huffed, tired of his persistence.

Sunoo lifted his shirt—not all the way, just enough to expose his back—and turned, giving you a perfect view.

His skin looked soft, almost velvety, and your fingers itched to touch it, feel its warmth…

Stop. You needed to focus.

With tense nerves, you scooped some paint onto a palette, dipped the brush, and loaded it carefully.

Your eyes returned to his back. For a moment, your body stopped responding.

“Are you going to start sometime today, sweetheart?” he asked impatiently, glancing at you over his shoulder.

“Stop moving and I will,” you snapped, gently pushing his shoulders forward.

The moment your skin touched his, you both flinched. Goosebumps rose instantly. You’d never had physical contact with him before, aside from the occasional accidental bump… and this was too much.

His back twitched with every stroke, reacting to the contrast between the cool paint and the warmth of his skin. The brush glided smoothly, more like a caress than painting. Each motion tickled him slightly, but he did his best to stay still.

Your hand moved on its own, guided by instinct. Gradually, colors blended, lines formed. You were completely focused… until he broke the silence.

“Can I drink some water?”

The question was so sudden that you blinked a few times before nodding. As he sipped from the bottle, you stretched your arms and shoulders, your muscles aching from holding the same position.

“Can you take a picture so I can see how it’s turning out?” he asked innocently, handing you your phone.

You took it without a word, unlocking it quickly. He turned slightly, once again offering that perfect view of his back. You opened the camera and snapped the picture.

“Done,” you said, showing him the screen.

He took the phone gently, smiling as he admired the image.

“I love it! Can you send it to me?”

He said it casually, but there was something else in his eyes. He knew exactly what that meant: you'd have to exchange numbers.

You sighed, about to refuse, but before you could, Sunoo snatched the phone and held it out of reach.

“Give it back!” you yelled, frustrated, trying to grab it as he dodged you with playful ease.

You barely saw what he was doing through the spinning and stumbling… until you finally got your phone back—only to see he’d saved himself as “Hot Guy” and sent the image to himself… with a heart.

Your body tensed instantly.

The air thickened around you. Panic clawed at your chest. Your parents could see every message you sent and received. According to them, it was “for safety”—to protect you, and the company’s image.

If they saw that…

Your trembling fingers tried to delete the message, but nerves made you clumsy. Wrong menus, closing the app, reopening… nothing worked.

“What’s wrong?” Sunoo asked, his tone now worried as he saw your pale face and wide eyes. “Don’t like the nickname? You can change it if—”

“Shut the hell up, Sunoo!” you snapped, voice cracking. “You… you don’t understand anything.”

Without waiting for a response, you ran out of the classroom.

Out in the hallway, you immediately resumed your desperate attempt to delete the message. But no matter how hard you tried, nothing worked. The system seemed frozen—or maybe the universe was just against you.

Each passing second made your heart pound harder. Your hands shook, and a wave of anxiety crept into every corner of your body, leaving you breathless.

And just when you felt like you were about to collapse, a pair of warm, comforting arms gently wrapped around you.

“I’m sorry… I’m really sorry…”

You didn’t have the strength to push him away. You didn’t want to. You needed that contact—that moment of humanity. You needed to feel like you weren’t alone.

“Let me help you. I know how to delete those messages in this kind of situation,” he whispered near your ear, his tenderness almost breaking something inside you.

Without a word, you handed him the phone. Then, you slowly pulled away from his chest and slid down to the floor, hugging your knees tightly. The cold of the hallway clashed with the lingering warmth on your skin from his embrace.

Sunoo sat beside you in silence, and without asking, he draped an arm over your shoulders, gently pulling you closer. Your body gave in to the gesture. You knew you shouldn’t be there, knew what it meant, what it implied… but it had been so long since someone hugged you. So long since anyone truly cared.

“All done,” he said softly, showing you the screen. “It’s deleted. No trace of the message. Nothing they can find.”

He looked at you with a sweetness that almost hurt. With one hand, he wiped away the tears sliding silently down your cheeks.

“Forgive me, Y/N.”

His eyes, filled with guilt, locked onto yours.

“I mean it.”

And for the first time in a long while, someone said those words… and you believed them.

The bell rang, marking the end of class. You gently moved away from him, though deep down, you wanted to stay a little longer.

“Thank you.”

It was just one word—small, simple… but heavier than anything you’d said to him before.

He smiled, satisfied.

“You still have my number. Call me if you need anything.”

With that signature smile of his—sweet, light, almost impossible to ignore—he got up and walked back into the classroom.

You stayed in the hallway for a few more seconds, making sure your tears were completely gone before anyone could see you like that. Just as you were about to stand up, Sunoo appeared again, this time with your backpack over one shoulder and his over the other. He carefully placed yours beside you without saying another word… and left.

On your way home, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. About his smile, the softness of his voice, the warmth of his hug… the way he made you feel seen, cared for, even if only for a few minutes.

Why, out of all the boys in the world, did it have to be him?

Him, who was part of the reason your life had become a living hell.

Him, whose family had triggered your family’s downfall, turning you into nothing but a tool to recover what was lost.

Before, your mother at least pretended to care. Now, she was just a cold, manipulative figure obsessed with control. And you… stuck between guilt and duty.

When you got home, you collapsed on your bed without even changing. You silently prayed that your parents would never find those messages.

That they would never know about that small moment of weakness… of freedom.

And as the weight of sadness wrapped around you, your eyes slowly closed.

Finally, your body found rest.

Even if only for a moment.

Even if only in dreams.

You opened your eyes before the alarm went off. Something inside you wouldn’t let you fully rest. You got up, got ready for class, and as you packed your backpack, a cold emptiness rushed through your body.

Your final project was missing.

The very same project that defined your most important grade of the semester. The one that would decide whether you passed the course. The one you had worked on for weeks, late into the night. It was gone.

It wasn’t in its folder. Nor on your desk. Nor anywhere in your room.

Anxiety flooded you again like a storm. You took a deep breath. No. You couldn’t fall apart. 

Maybe you had just forgotten it in the classroom. You had to stay calm.

So you ran out the door, hope clinging to your chest like a lifeline.

Your hands searched frantically through your locker, then the art room, and finally your desk. Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

The project was nowhere to be found.

And your heartbeat, increasingly erratic, pounded like an internal alarm you couldn’t silence. Sunoo appeared and sat beside you, like every morning. He wore that warm, carefree smile of his… until he saw your face.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, and without waiting for a reply, his hand found yours, gently caressing it, as if touch was his way of grounding you.

“No.” Your voice trembled.

“My final project is gone. It’s due Friday morning.”

Sunoo’s expression changed instantly. His smile disappeared, replaced by a serious, almost protective look.

“What do you mean it’s gone?” he asked, frowning. “Are you sure?” “I don’t know. I had it yesterday, I brought it with me… and this morning it was just gone. I checked everywhere. It’s nowhere.”Your voice cracked on the last word.

Sunoo took your hand in both of his and squeezed it tightly, as if trying to transfer some of his calm to you.

 “It’s okay. We’ll find it. I promise.” And then he smiled again—that smile of his that seemed able to break down any wall you put up.

That expression again. That damn sweetness.

How was it possible that just his presence could soothe you, even though you were still caught in the same disaster?

Class went by surprisingly fast. Before you even realized it, recess had arrived. You and Sunoo immediately launched into your mission: to find the missing project.

You retraced all the classrooms you’d been in the day before, checked your locker once more, and discreetly went through desk after desk, in case someone had stolen it and hidden it there.

Nothing.

A heavy sigh escaped from both of you at the same time, as if the exhaustion and frustration had synced within your bodies.

“I can’t believe I have to redo that project in just two days…” you complained, running both hands through your hair, clearly desperate. “What if I don’t have enough time?”You couldn’t stop blaming yourself. The anxiety clouded your thinking.

“I don’t know what else to say… We’ve looked everywhere and there’s no trace. It’s like the earth swallowed it whole,” he replied, mimicking your gesture and brushing his hair away from his face.

“Are you sure you didn’t go somewhere else? Or maybe you accidentally left it at home?” he asked, as if that were the last possible option.

“I’ll check again when I get home, but I’m sure I brought it. I haven’t seen it since yesterday.”

Your gaze dropped to the floor, helpless.

Then you felt a gentle weight on your shoulder.

Sunoo’s head had softly leaned against you, as if his closeness could ease the tension. A current of electricity ran down your spine.

And without warning, his lips brushed your neck.

A brief touch. Warm. Intimate.

Your skin tingled instantly, and you slowly turned your face, meeting his eyes locked onto yours.

He said nothing.

His gaze dropped to your lips for a few seconds that felt eternal. The world around you disappeared.

His hand caressed your cheek with a tenderness that made you hold your breath, and he leaned in closer, until your lips were just a breath apart.

And just then, your phone rang.

The name on the screen: Mom.

Everything froze.

The warmth that had filled you instantly turned to ice.

Your once relaxed body tensed up again.

It was a message:

“I’ve found out something I’m not the least bit happy about. We’ll talk as soon as you get home.”

And once again, that stabbing feeling in your chest. In life, there are people who make you feel safe, seen, like you can breathe without fear… like Sunoo.

And then there are the others. The ones who make you feel like a burden, a mistake, a mere pawn in a game of power. Like your mother.

Your expression darkened instantly, but before you could react, Sunoo took your phone with determination and slipped it into your backpack.

Without giving you time to think.

And then, as if he were the answer to all your inner chaos, his lips found yours.

He kissed you.

And he did it with a sweetness that almost broke you. His lips were exactly how you’d imagined them… soft, gentle, yet sure. His hands on your cheeks pulled you closer, guiding the moment with tenderness.

All you could do was wrap your arms around his neck, completely losing yourself in him. The kiss deepened until the lack of air forced you apart.

Your face turned red instantly. Sunoo let out a soft laugh at your reaction.

“And now you’re getting shy?” he asked, gently brushing your cheek with his fingertips.

And just then, the door burst open. A flood of students entered the classroom, filling the space with voices, footsteps, and noise. You and Sunoo separated and quickly returned to your seats, though the tension still buzzed between you like a string no one dared to cut. A few seconds later, the teacher entered.

“We’re going to continue with the activity from last class. This time, the ones who were painted will now do the painting.”

The pairs began moving around when a firm hand grabbed your wrist and spun you around. It was Sunghoon.

“They told me I was paired with you,” he said casually, holding the supplies in one hand and guiding you with the other to the far side of the room.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Sunoo’s irritated voice cut through the air like a knife. You’d never heard him like that. And certainly never seen that look in his eyes.

“What do you mean what am I doing?” Sunghoon turned around, surprised. “I’m going to paint Y/N. The teacher said so.”

But before he could take another step, Sunoo grabbed your hand and pulled you to his side with unexpected firmness.

“Too bad you didn’t show up the other day. If you hadn’t missed it, you would’ve had your chance. But not anymore,” he said with a not-so-innocent smile, guiding you away from him.

He took you to a quiet corner of the classroom and gently sat you down. You couldn’t help but laugh. The situation was so ridiculous it felt like something out of a comedy.

“Did you seriously just fight over me like you’re five and arguing over candy?” He laughed with you, completely unbothered.

“I didn’t want him touching you.”

He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. And your heart skipped a beat.

By the end of class, you had a painting of butterflies on your thigh. When you got up to leave, Sunoo, with his habit of never letting you go easily, gently pushed you back into the chair and took out his phone.

“Let me take a photo of your… thighs, I mean, the butterflies,” he joked. You laughed at his words and let him take the picture.

After that, you gathered your things, and the two of you headed toward the exit.

“Well, see you tomorrow…” you said, but the air between you turned dense, an uncomfortable silence wrapping around you both.

“Yeah…” he replied, his voice hesitant. You didn’t know whether to go for a hug, a fist bump, or… maybe something more. Everything felt so strange.

Then, as if he couldn’t hold back, Sunoo gently pulled you toward him and, before you could react, his lips brushed yours in a brief kiss full of palpable tension. The world stopped for a moment. When he pulled away, he quickly walked off in the opposite direction. You were left standing there, frozen, unable to process what had just happened.

When you got home, the memories of the kiss still lingered in your mind, but they were quickly overshadowed by the growing anxiety over your mother’s message.

You opened the door with a heavy feeling, not knowing what to expect, but fearing the worst.

As you entered, you saw your mother sitting on the couch with an expression you knew all too well: cold, furious, like she was just waiting for you to make a mistake so she could blame you.

“Sit down,” she said without even looking at you, like you were an object rather than her daughter. She pointed to the couch with authority.

You sat down heavily, letting your backpack drop to the floor. You already knew something was wrong, but the tension in the air made it even worse.

“I heard you were desperately looking for your final project today,” she said, her voice dripping with disdain. “Do you know what that means for us? For our family’s image? You don’t even care what we represent. If you don’t pass, you’ll be a disgrace to all of us.”

She got up from the couch and began walking toward you, her gaze cold and hard, a punishment in itself.

“Aren’t you ashamed?” Her tone was pure venom, and it felt like an electric shock on your skin. Every word cut deep.

After a calculated pause, she delivered the final blow: “I know who has your project.”

Your heart sank. You knew what was coming, but still didn’t want to believe it. “The youngest Kim boy has it,” she said with a cruel smile. She looked at you, waiting for guilt to consume you.

“It wasn’t him, Mom. He wouldn’t do that,” you replied with what little strength you had left, your voice rising more than you’d normally allow. Frustration overwhelmed you.

“Shut your mouth!” she yelled, her fury exploding in full force. “Who else could it be? Why don’t you understand? It’s him, and if it’s not, then who?”

“That’s not the point,” you shot back, trying to stay calm, though your mind was already in chaos. “Just because you have a problem with his family doesn’t mean they’re out to get us.”

“Enough!” Her rage became even more obvious. “Don’t give me that nonsense. Are you friendly with him now? Is that what you’re trying to say?”

The fury in her face escalated with every word.

“What did I say about them? What part of ‘stay away from them’ didn’t you understand?”

“Give me your phone!” The command flew from her lips with dangerous speed, almost like she was waiting for you to talk back just to have an excuse. “Give it to me now!”

You had no choice but to obey. You handed it over with a mix of fear and desperation. She snatched it from your hand, threw it on the table, then grabbed your arm roughly, making you flinch.

“You’re going to start that project again. And you’re not leaving until it’s done. Do you hear me?”

She shoved you violently into the art studio and slammed the door shut, making sure you couldn’t get out.

The key turned with a dry click, and the air grew even heavier.

The confined space of the studio closed in around you, and you knew you were trapped again—caught in that cycle of guilt and control, where you were always the one at fault. Every time it happened, your mother shed the blame so she could keep controlling you, and you always ended up apologizing for something you never did. The guilt was never hers. It was always yours. Just like always.

After endless hours working on the project, the door suddenly opened.

“Miss, you can go have dinner now,” said one of the staff members, interrupting your concentration.

You ate the bare minimum to survive, with no appetite to enjoy anything. Your stomach was so twisted you could barely swallow. Every bite took more effort than you could handle.

After eating, you got into the shower. Hot water fell over you as you tried—unsuccessfully—to wash away the bad memories, the dark thoughts, the crushing sensations that surrounded you.

Finally, you collapsed into bed, too exhausted to do anything else. You just let yourself fall, hoping sleep would pull you away from it all for a while.

Sunoo was already in his seat when you arrived at school the next day. You heard him talking on the phone, his voice low and tense:

“She doesn’t know it was me… No… is at home… I don’t know… Okay, bye, Mom.”

Your chest tightened like a fist hitting your stomach. You knew it. Your mother was right. He was the one who stole the project so you’d fail—he did it to ruin everything, to watch you fall apart.

What hurt the most wasn’t just what he had done, but how coldly, how deceitfully he had done it.

Sunoo turned toward you, his face going pale the moment he saw you. He froze like he’d seen a ghost.

“I-I can explain… Y/N… Please,” he said, trying to approach you, but you pushed him away harshly, as if his mere presence burned you.

“S-stay away from me. Don’t come near me again,” you said with a broken voice. Tears started to fall uncontrollably.

 You ran to the bathroom, looking for something—anything—that could shelter you, even if just for a moment.

He had been the first person to make you feel loved, important. He made you feel like you could be yourself, like you could breathe in a world where you only existed to please others. And now, all of that was crumbling.

Why you? Why did you always end up like this—alone, abandoned? You didn’t understand how you got to this point. All you understood was that it hurt. It hurt deeply. More than you could bear.

What hurt the most wasn’t just what he had done… It was that you had trusted him. You had given him your trust, and he had stomped all over it. Your mother was right, and that destroyed you.

You couldn’t stay there. You couldn’t stay still. Not that day. So, without thinking, you grabbed your things and headed home. You needed to keep working on the project—do it on your own. You didn’t want to see Sunoo. You didn’t want to feel the way you did. You just wanted to escape it all.

You worked for hours without pause, completely absorbed in the project you couldn’t let go of.

The clock struck one in the morning, and you still weren’t done. You decided you wouldn’t go to class the next day—not until the evening. That way, you could work through the night and submit the project the next morning, as soon as the teacher arrived.

You felt exhausted, but at the same time, you knew you couldn’t give up.

Morning came, and you were still in the same spot, glued to your desk. Working. Focused. But your mind was entirely occupied by Sunoo. You had tried everything to stop thinking about him… But you couldn’t. Despite what he had done, you missed him—more than you dared to admit.

Suddenly, you heard his voice in the distance. You froze, tense, listening closely. But after a few seconds, you gave up. It was just an illusion—your mind recreating what your body longed for.

When night came, you dressed comfortably and took the project with you on your way to class. The walk was long, the cold sharper than expected, but you finally arrived.

You entered the studio, walking through the hallways with nerves on edge. You laid out your materials, prepared your space, and continued with the project. Brushes were scattered across the table, and the colors on the canvas were also painted across your face—streaks of paint on your cheek and nose.

The door suddenly opened, and a startled cry escaped your lips before you could see who was coming in. It was Sunoo.

He walked in with palpable nervousness. Your body tensed at the sight of him, and the feeling of betrayal weighed on you like a crushing force.

“What are you doing here?” you asked harshly, the pain and anger starting to rise.

“Y/N… I…” His eyes couldn’t meet yours. They dropped to the floor. “I’m so, so sorry…”

“I don’t want to talk. So leave,” you said, cutting him off as the pain started to choke you.

“It was my parents,” he blurted out suddenly, like it was the only way to free himself. “They… you’d understand. They want to maintain their power, and they use me for that. They forced me to do it… Please, understand.”

Your eyes filled with tears—his did too—as emotions spilled over. It didn’t matter anymore if it was him or his parents.

What mattered was that you had trusted him, and that trust was now broken.

 “This is all bullshit,” you said bitterly, referring to the situation you were both trapped in. No freedom. No choice.

Sunoo stepped forward and placed your project on the table.

 “You shouldn’t do this,” you said, concerned. “You’re going to get into trouble.” He looked down, visibly frustrated.

 “I don’t care anymore… Fuck it. Fuck all of this.”

He stepped closer, and for a moment, you felt again the warmth that once made you feel safe—like anything was possible again.

“I love you,” he said with a steady voice. “And this,” he gestured to everything between you, “is a mess.”

Before you could respond, he continued:

“I went to your house today, and a staff member answered the door. She told me I couldn’t come in, that your mom would be furious if I did. And I… I couldn’t just sit and do nothing. I can’t. She told me you’d be here tonight, and I came because I…”

He couldn’t stop talking—he never could.

And since there was no food to quiet him this time, you went with the second method.

Without thinking, you kissed him hard.

Your lips silenced him, as if in that kiss was everything you needed to say. He lifted you from the chair and, holding you by the waist, set you on the table. You clung to his neck, wrapping your legs around his waist, your hands exploring his back, needing to feel him—close, so close it ached.

Each caress made you feel more alive, more you. The connection between the two of you was so intense that, for a moment, everything else disappeared.

“Let me take care of you,” he said, smiling that damn smile you could never forget. “Let me apologize to you.”

And, in that moment, you let it be. You let words not be necessary, let gestures say it all.

His hands slid under your shirt as his lips slowly traced your neck. With a nimble movement, he found your tits and caressed them with a perfect blend of firmness and tenderness. His lips left a warm, moist trail on your skin, while your nipples hardened under his fingers, which pinched them mercilessly.

He lifted the fabric covering your torso, leaving your tits completely exposed to his hungry gaze. His eyes glistened with desire before he leaned down to lick one of them greedily. His tongue traced slow, wet circles, exploring every nook and cranny of your sensitive skin, focusing especially on the places that wrenched tremors of pleasure from you. Your soft moans fueled his enthusiasm, urging him to continue with more intensity.

When your nipples took on a reddish hue from the stimulation, he lifted his head. Seeing you with your head thrown back, completely surrendered, he couldn't help but bite and suck on a spot on your neck that made you shudder. Seconds later, a burning mark was imprinted on your skin.

“I hope your mother understands that you're mine now...” he whispered mischievously as he descended-. And I don't give a shit what she thinks.

He grabbed the ends of your pants and, with a single tug, pulled them off, leaving you in just your underwear. Wasting no time, his lips descended to your thighs-those same ones he had claimed as his own, painted and denied any other man touching.

He began to traverse every inch of your skin with wet kisses and soft bites, leaving a trail of heat and desire. His lips paused barely to savor your reaction before continuing to descend, each touch laden with intent.

“Sunoo, please stop teasing...” you tried to speak, but your voice broke on an involuntary moan as his lips pressed against your cloth-covered pussy.

He didn't respond right away, just continued his game, spreading small kisses all over the area, applying a little more force just as he reached your most sensitive spot, causing your hips to twitch reflexively.

“Don't despair, baby” he whispered with a dangerous smile. “I promise the wait won't be in vain.”

And, with that promise hanging in the air, he slowly pulled back the cloth that separated him from you.

The cold air brushed against your newly exposed skin, contrasting with the warmth emanating from you. Sunoo did not hurry. He looked at you as if admiring a work of art that only he had the right to touch. Then, without warning, he sank his face between your legs.

His tongue moved with cruel precision, alternating between slow, deep caresses and soft licks that barely touched your skin. He knew exactly where to stop, where to insist, and how to wring from you those moans he loved so much. He held your hips firmly when you tried to move, forcing you to receive everything he gave you with no escape.

“Can you feel it, baby?” he murmured against you, his hot breath causing you to shudder. “No one else is going to make you feel like this. Only me.”

His tongue traced faster, deeper circles, playing with your clit until your legs began to tremble. Your every moan was fuel for him, and he didn't stop until you were on the edge, lost in a sea of sensation.

When he sensed you were about to explode, he stopped abruptly. He lifted his head, his moist lips glistening with your essence, and looked down at you with a crooked smile.

“Not yet, love... I want to watch you beg.”

Your hips were still trembling, frustration mixed with desire throbbing in every corner of your body. You looked up at him with eyes clouded with lust, chest rising and falling fast, and unable to resist any longer, you let out a shaky whisper. 

“Please, Sunoo... don't stop, I beg you.” He arched an eyebrow, clearly enjoying your surrender. 

“Are you that desperate for me?” he murmured as he ran a slow, torturing finger along your sensitive folds. 

“Tell me, I want to hear you.” You swallowed your saliva, swallowing your pride, and nodded with a broken voice.

 “Yes... only you can make me feel like this, please, I need more...” Sunoo laughed low, pleased by your surrender. 

“That's the way I like it. You know who you belong to.” And without giving you another breath, he sank between your legs again, this time mercilessly, ready to rip from you every plea, every moan and every cry of pleasure that belonged to him.

Your body shuddered one last time on the studio table, surrounded by brushes, canvases and the smell of fresh paint. Still with your legs shaking and your breath hitching, you lay back, letting the pleasure slowly dissipate as he gazed at you as if you were his masterpiece. Sunoo approached, still with that intense gaze, and began to dress you with the same delicacy with which he traces a brushstroke on a canvas. He pulled your clothes up with gentle hands, kissing your skin as he covered it, never taking his eyes off you for a second.

When he finished, he leaned over you, pressing a deep, slow kiss that spoke more of love than desire. Her lips parted just barely so she could tell you, “It's going to be okay.” He caressed your face with the backs of his fingers. “Even if our families hate each other, even if they try to separate us...I don't plan to give up. I don't care what they say, I don't care what they do.” He took your face in his hands and locked his eyes into yours. “I'll do anything to be with you. Anything. You're the only thing that matters to me.”

And finally, you were able to let out a quiet sigh. Even if nothing was resolved, even if your world was still in chaos, there was only one certainty beating strong inside you: you loved him, and he loved you. And outside of that, what else could matter?

I love you all 🩷

[tamas-love]

（ 제목 ）THINKING ABOUT.. BEST-FRIEND!SUNOO.

PRESENT.⠀⟡​⠀best friend sunoo thoughts.

（ 선우 ） — pairing = fem!reader x best-friend!sunoo ୨୧ warning = none, just cutie sunoo and charms~ ୨୧ no count.

a/n : for my pookie @uoalirie BUT also for anon !! instead of a one-shot i just did points.. remember to reblog, like, and ask for more!!

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best-friend!sunoo who you first met in the hallway on your way to class, he asked you where the music room was--and since you were on your way there he followed you. best-friend!sunoo who began to sit with you at lunch because you two had the same schedules, sometimes buying you snacks from the vending machine. best-friend!sunoo who always went to the nail salon with you just to sit there and talk the whole time you're getting your nails done, as well as being the one who picks your nail design. best-friend!sunoo who you told all your crushes about and he rated them on a 1-10 scale. best-friend!sunoo who was also your wingman and always tried to get you with your crushes if he thought they were good enough for you. best-friend!sunoo who you had study session with that lasted til late at night and early in the morning, and when you two realized the time you'd quickly get to bed and join in an (platonic) snuggle together, listening to asmr to fall asleep. best-friend!sunoo who you gossiped with on the way to school/class, and when the tea was right behind you sunoo would scream "fuck no!" and run off with you. best-friend!sunoo who took you to the rooftop at lunch after your boyfriend broke up with you because he knew you didn't want to cry in front of people, and always offered you tissues and his hoodie for your comfort. best-friend!sunoo who helped you dye your hair blonde after you got over the breakup, and to not make you feel embarrassed for showing up at school blonde, he'd dye his own to match yours (secretly to surprise you). best-friend!sunoo who sat with you on the coach bus on your way to the field trip destination so you could sit by the window and cuddle his arm comfortably, as well as so you two could eat (big backs) and watch dramas. best-friend!sunoo who (even though he's a boy) kept a few pads in his bag just in case you have an emergency, and when blood leaks through your skirt he always wraps his sweater around your waist to cover it up. best-friend!sunoo who had his wallet on him at ALL times when he was around you, knowing that when an ice cream truck pops up you two are running like biggies. (the only biggie here is ME for that shaved ice i'm running fr) best-friend!sunoo who, for prom, set you up with his homeboy who you liked and scored you a date. after prom, sunoo saw you two in the hall making out and quickly minded his business instead of butting in to get you home.. "yeah.. he'll get her home." he brushed it off, running away (not wanting to deal with ALLAT love.) best-friend!sunoo who you came to, sobbing your tears out after seeing a sad puppy story. in which, he had to comfort you and tell you that it's not real because why the fuck was the dog talking?? (your dumbass believed it) best-friend!sunoo who you went to the mall with, skipping around stores and buying all the matching pajamas. best-friend!sunoo who, one day, invited you over to his house on the day of your birthday and surprised you with a big birthday party after ignoring you and acting annoyed with you the whole day. of course, you were crying in the school bathroom after he ignored you so to make up, he fed you cake and let you open your presents. best-friend!sunoo who you graduated with at the top of your grade, you being the valedictorian and sunoo being salutatorian, and even while you two were going to two seperate colleges, still managed to be the ultimate power duo and meet up every weekend!

© tamas-love on tumblr, © tamas-love on wattpad ㅤㅤ𓈒ㅤㅤ𓈒 taglist open.⠀⦂ ⠀@nheyri , @uoalirie , @moonpri , @minaz-luv

[heeliopheelia]

Can you do what you think is enha's wallpaper of their s/o? I luv youuu 🥺❤️

Sure, sweetie!!

Heeseung's would be his s/o asleep on his lap, face half covered with hair and a small pout on their lips yk the vibes?? They just looked so cute to him and he's so pathetically soft for them 😭

Jay's would be a picture he took of his s/o getting ready for one of their dates, all dressed up and pretty just for him, looking at themselves in their bedroom mirror 🫡

Omg I feel like Jake's such the type of a bf to have matching wallpapers, like both of them and their hands joined in a heart 🫶 but like the picture's split in a half so his s/o's hand and their grinning face is on his wallpaper and his is on theirs?? (i hope reading this didn't give yall a stroke i'm sorry lmao) AND ALSO ☝️ jake definitely carries a picture of his s/o in the back of his case, just saying

Hmm I stand by my statement that Sunghoon isn't like a very pda guy and he likes to keep it private so his wallpaper is probably something more subtle like a picture that one of the guys took of him and the s/o simply holding hands and walking with their backs turned to the camera <33

Sunoo's a selfie with his s/o kissing his cheek, hand placed on the other side of his face as he grins at the camera like a giddy school boy UGH it's just so fucking adorable i can't

Jungwon's probably like a picture of his s/o cuddling with his dog from when the two of them have visited his parents some time ago

Niki's a pic of his s/o wrapped up in a blanket with a gamepad in their hands from when they had a sleepover!! they just looked so cute to him back then, he couldn't help himself and sneaked a pic of them

[ch3rish-ning]

moots you want to be close with and some blogs you want to be moots with? ʕ　·ᴥ·ʔ

Who I wanna be close with ₊˚ෆ: (side note this is wayyyy out of my comfort zone it’s not always easy to interact since I’m nervous asf ,I can be chaotic once you get to know me I’m just shy at first but I’ll match the vibe 😭🙏🏾)

@wonysmiu 🍓: Meli seems so sweet I love interacting with her and her themes are always so gorgeous ☹️💖#luvumeli💔

@idesani ☀️: luv interacting with Desani 🙂‍↔️ music taste is on 🔝 and her mbs are always so fun and sparkly 😋

@sghooneyy ❤️: from day one of making mbs I’ve been so Inlove with Levi’s mb style this is THE sunghoon Mb maker 😞💔 hella cool and overall love the vibe he brings to the table #leviisthatguy #needthat

@sunooielife 🕶️: #1 Favorite Sunoo mb maker 😮‍💨 overall Theo just seems so chill and would be great to be friends with #luvchillppl😼

@qqmariztwsse 🌷 : Mar is always so sweet to interact with, mbs are soooo pretty and creative 😽

@sxgarhan 💋: knew I loved dodo’s vibe from day one, funny and flirty 🫦and her mbs are so pretty 😋 #needdodoinmylife

@awwriri 🌸: riri seems like a sweet a fun person that I’d love to be close with, mbs are super super cute 😙 and ult groups are top tier 😮‍💨

@nikist-4-n 🍡: In love with Marie’s mbs 😍 I just know 100% is a fun person that I’d want to be close with

@xriwoon 🍀: seems like a sweet person love xia’s leehanie mbs so bad 😞 #iloveleehan

@atsubie ❄️: Atsu’s mbs are so lovely I would love to be friends with her 😽

[seozii]

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DAY 1 — My royalty - Kim Sunoo (enhypen) by Yeji

DAY 2 — Letters - Nishimura Riki (Enhypen) by seo

DAY 3 — we fell in love in October - park jongseong (Enhypen) by jaxi

DAY 4 — sweater weather - Lee heeseung (Enhypen) by Yeji

DAY 5 — Silent reading - Park sunghoon (Enhypen) by seo

DAY 6 — it’s too late - Park sunghoon (Enhypen) by jaxi

DAY 7 — our season - Shen Ricky (zb1) by Jiji

DAY 8 — US - Nishimura Riki (Enhypen) by seo

DAY 9 — Two clueless best friends - Yang Jungwon by Jaxi

DAY 10 — Mine all mine - Nishimura Riki (Enhypen) by Jiji

DAY 11 — Babysit - Yang Jungwon (Enhypen) By seo

DAY 12 — the distance in his eyes - Lee Heeseung (Enhypen) by jaxi

DAY 13 — Hundred broken hearts - Sim Jaeyun (Enhypen) by JIJI

DAY 14 — Bf! Text - Lee heeseung (Enhypen) by seo

DAY 15 — We belong together - Park jongseong (Enhypen) by jaxi

DAY 16 — Wait for your love - Sung Hanbin (zb1) by JIJI

DAY 17 — I Luv U - OT7 (Enhypen) by seo

DAY 18 — Mocking bird - Sim Jaeyun (Enhypen) by jaxi

DAY 19 — 143, I love you! - Lee Felix (Skz) by JIJI

DAY 20 — Big baby - Sim Jaeyun (Enhypen) by seo

DAY 21 — Lie about us - Park jeonseong (Enhypen) by jaxi

DAY 22 — Die with a smile - Yang Jungwon (Enhypen) by JIJI

DAY 23 — Big spoon, small spoon - OT7 (Enhypen) by seo

DAY 24 — ??

DAY 25 — Forever and ever with you - Lee Minho (Skz) by JIJI

DAY 26 — Tired - Park jeongseong (Enhypen) by seo

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ive! wonyoung

choi yena! — lazy/slow day

song jia! — self love/confidence

blackpink! jennie — busy day

le sserafim! kazuha

thewizardliz! – quit your lazy era

zhao lusi!

saranghoe!

twice! sana

twice! tzuyu

-> moodboards/visionboards 🗒

yena — school girl themed

-> diets 🍽

blackpink! jennie — detox short diet

[orimuraa]

⋆°.☾⋆.ೃ࿔*:⋆ Malangz Fictober 2024

𝑨𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚 @𝑶𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒂, @𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 @𝑺𝒆𝒐𝒛𝒊𝒊 🍂.ೃ࿔*:･

Day 1: My royalty - Kim Sunoo (enhypen) by Yeji Day 2: Letters - Nishimura Riki (enhypen) by Seo Day 3: We fell in love in october - Park Jongseong (enhypen) by Jaxi Day 4: Sweater weather - Lee Heeseung (enhypen) by Yeji Day 5: Silent reading - Park Sunghoon (enhypen) by Seo Day 6: It's too late - Park Sunghoon (enhypen) by Jaxi Day 7: Our season - Shen Ricky (zerobaseone) by Yeji Day 8: Day 9: Two clueless best friends - Yang Jungwon (enhypen) by Jaxi Day 10: Mine all mine - Nishimura Riki (enhypen) by Yeji Day 11: Us - Nishimura Riki (enhypen) by Seo Day 12: The distance in his eyes - Lee Heeseung (enhypen) by Jaxi Day 13: Hundred broken hearts - Sim Jaeyun (enhypen) by Yeji Day 14: Bf! Text - Lee Heeseung (enhypen) by Seo Day 15: We belong together - Park Jongseong (enhypen) by Jaxi Day 16: Wait for your love - Sung Hanbin (zerobaseone) by Yeji Day 17: I Luv U - OT7 (enhypen) by Seo Day 18: Mockingbird - Sim Jaeyun (enhypen) by Jaxi Day 19: 143, I love you! - Lee Felix (stray kids) by Yeji Day 20: Big baby - Sim Jaeyun (enhypen) by Seo Day 21: Lie about us - Park Jongseong (enhypen) by Jaxi Day 22: Die with a smile - Yang Jungwon (enhypen) by Yeji Day 23: Day 24: Day 25: Forever and ever with you - Lee Know (stray kids) by Yeji Day 26: Tired - Park Jongseong (enhypen) by Seo Day 27: Day 28: Day 29: Day 30: Day 31: You had me at... - Han Yujin (zerobaseone) by Yeji

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[tzyuki]

hiiii 🎐 anon here !!

loved ur writing for my last request !! it was adorable and thank you so much <333

here for when you have time, how about enhypen reaction to idol!reader (not dating) being super confident, similar to park gyuri from kara, just like publicly and privately in love with themselves 😭 not in a degrading way towards others of course ! just in a purely “yea i know i’m pretty” type of way

thank you luv 🫶🫶

— (05.30.23) ENHA-QUESTS

IN WHICH ✶ enha loves their crushes confidence!

genre 𓏸 ͘ ࣭⸰ enha x idol!reader. fluff fluff fluff!!!

warnings 𓏸 ͘ ࣭⸰ swearing, if any more please tell me!

ej note 𓏸 ͘ ࣭⸰ hi🎐 anon !!! i’m glad you enjoyed the last one!

⏤ ☆ yang jungwon / 양정원

jungwon has never seen another person as confident as you since he’s met sunghoon. at first he actually thought you and sunghoon would make a perfect match, but when he got to hang out with you more he started to love your company and your confident personality.

⏤ ☆ lee heeseung / 이희승

you two became fast friends, constantly joking about being attractive like for example; acting like you guys are in a kdrama with the camera and you guys are the main leads waking the viewers up.

͏͏⏤ ☆ park jongseong / 박종성

you constantly hype him up bc he doesn’t know how fine he is. he gets shy at your confidence and compliments. he didn’t think he would meet a girl so open and confident as you. he admires your confidence in your looks and your energy you give off to everyone else with it.

͏͏⏤ ☆ sim jaeyun / 심재윤

when you guys did a tiktok challenge together for your guys comeback he asked if you wanted to look at yourself before posting it and you said some shit like “it’s okay i know i look good today” and he’d laugh at you bc of your silly confidence, you two js clicked instantly.

͏͏⏤ ☆ park sunghoon / 박성훈

oh you two were js THAT duo. once you had debuted and clips of you being in love with yourself went viral everyone had been hoping you and sunghoon would meet during promotions. and that you guys did. once you guys met backstage he had mentioned seeing your viral clips and that you had reminded him of himself.

⏤ ☆ kim sunoo / 김선우

you guys were already friends and every time you complimented yourself or said something like “i look so good today.” he would jokingly side eye you, you two were comfortable enough with each other to joke like that.

⏤ ☆ nishimura riki / 西村 力

you guys were filming content for the label and you two had checked yourself out in the cameras at different times, saying stuff like “engene don’t i look really handsome today” and “tmi, i’m the cutest today.” fans had pointed out this moment and giggled over it. you and ni-ki didn’t really talk despite being label mates but when he had seen the clips he wanted to be friends with you because of that little moment and the similarities he felt between you two whilst he watched the short content show.

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