#jaeyun x yn

[okwonyo]

（ 标题 ） GOODLOOKING AND BEYOND.

PREC𝒾S ⠀⟡​⠀​you take your time to admire the view.

( 엔하이픈 제이크 ) ୨୧ f .. r 700 fluff established relationship ── kissing skinship ⠀ ｡｡ ⠀ recue𝒾l

no view ever witnessed was and will ever be more beautiful that the one in front of your eyes.

you firmly believe it. the niagara waterfalls or the aurora borealis have nothing on the beautiful view before your eyes.

your heart beat faster as your gaze drags from the edge of your boyfriend’s nose, sliding on his bridge, coming back and forth— enough times that you would be able to redraw it from memory if you were asked to.

if you were to tell the truth, you would say that you are able to recognize his side profile even if you lost your sight.

you are not able to count how many times you stared at jake like that. in that exact position you are in: laying in bed, you settled yourself on your side for a more comfortable view, his arm under your head as his back rests on the mattress, his eyes closed.

his chest rises and falls gently as he acts like he is asleep— silently fighting the urge to not blush. his breath is quietly heard, escaping from his nostrils, beautifully wrapped around his nose.

you blink a few times. you wonder how anyone can have that pretty of a side profile. and ponder about how anyone could be so normal about looking like this every day.

you scoot closer to him. just so your mouth brushes against his skin. your hand holds the cheek of his that is not facing you, turning his face to yours.

his nose touches yours, bump into it even. his soft breath lands on your lips as he opens his mouth slightly— waiting, wanting.

you kiss. it’s not necessarily long or passionate. but it’s warm, soft and just good. like the feeling of freshly made bread melting on your tongue. simple and enough to make all your muscles relax. enough to make him smile against your mouth, ruining his fake sleeping act.

you eye flutter open, “i love your nose,” you whisper, for the ninth this week.

jake delicately get out of your grip. he removes his arm under your head to rest his weight on a single elbow.

you have seen the look on his face too many times to not know what is coming next. you can feel the blood rush creeping on his face as well as the knot made of so many words he wants to say at the same time.

a smile forms on his face as well as a pink hue does on his cheek, as well as the knot undoes itself in a soft, “i love you.”

as well as your voice melts into his, a murmured, “i love you too.”

then here comes his iris dilating in a slow motion, like cherry blossoms falling on the spring’s ground. the look of love.

all it takes is a smile from you for him to come hide his nose in the crook if your neck. right where it belongs. right where you can feel the shyness emanating from his body.

even after all those years, his knees get weak at the sight of your smile. he would have fell to the on them if he wasn’t in bed with you right now.

your fingers find his hair without you even realizing. you position yourself on the back and jake follows through, practically laying on top of you.

after a while, you speak up. “i miss you,”

he doesn’t need an explanation to understand what you mean, “i miss you too,” he immediately mumbles back against your skin. “but i love your scent.”

you hum. then immediately argue, “but i want to see your face.”

and he complies. setting himself back in front of you, with a small pout still. this time, you both face each other. not saying anything, just staring at one another without any intention to do anything else.

he is really beautiful. you have to fight yourself to not say it out loud— not necessarily wanting to make him shy again or receive a kiss. you just want to stare at him, he seems to want to do the same.

both of your giggles resonate in the quiet room.

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(..◜ᴗ◝..) this was rather short, but this idea have been eating my brain for a while. i hope your week is going well so far, thank you for reading this— luck is on your side 💌

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CALL ME YOURS !! (LHS - 이희승)

SYNOPSIS: ever since you broke up with your ex, choi jiho, who cheated on you with another girl, you have always wanted to get revenge. when you meet jiho again at school, to prove you were over him and had met a better man, you told him you were meeting someone. you lied and told him you were meeting a random guy who you pointed at on your school's bulletin board for being the top student in the whole school. coincidentally, that guy was lee heeseung, known for his quiet and smart personality. then jiho demands to meet him in real life, hand-in-hand with you, which now you have a huge problem. first, you have to find heeseung, and next, you have to date him.

pairing: topstudent!heeseung x popularstudentfem!reader

genre: fake dating, s2l, romance, high school au, sunshine x cold

warning(s): reader + heeseung being in denial, your ex cheated, kissing, inspired by a k-drama (i forgot which one), two of them being awfully awkward at first, swearing, grammar errors, party, lots of love confusions, does say that winter is dating beomgyu, punching, fighting

word count: 7k

AN: guys im back with a long au, i never really write long aus, so this is slightly new to me. i did proofread it but not super thoroughly so if i made any mistakes, my bad for that .

taglist: @yenqa @mylstserenade @jlheon @naespas @jooniesbears-blog @erehkinnie30 @wonifullove @miumiuisme @shawnyle @dimplewonie @beomluvrr @jiaant11 @teddywonss

ALL YOU WANTED WAS REVENGE. Sweet revenge against your idiotic ex, Choi Jiho.You remember the moment you walked into the girls locker room to go deliver something to your PE coach, only to find the room “empty”. It hit you like a ton of bricks when you stumbled upon Jiho, locking lips with your “supposed” best friend, Kim Haeun, in the girl’s locker room Lip on lip, eyes closed, moving in sync. Heart shattered, tears streaming, you bolted, tripping over a basket of equipment and scraping your knees quickly catching attention of Jiho. His voice trailed after you, calling your name as you fled into the distance.

Losing both your best friend and your boyfriend cut deep. Being single was one thing, but being unable to find anyone who measured up to Jiho was another.

"YN, your standards for men are too high!" Karina remarked from the bleachers during PE.

You shrugged. "They've always been high." For the past 4 months, no one was your type compared to Jiho, the perfect boyfriend in your eyes: tall, handsome, a football player, rich, and occasionally nice.

"It's because of that disgusting asshole," Ningning scoffed.

"He isn't disgusting!" you retorted.

"YN, you need to get over him. This is just becoming toxic, plus you dumped him in front of the whole school ," Giselle chimed in. She was right. You vividly recalled the moment, twenty minutes before the bell, eyes swollen from crying all night but disguised behind makeup, replaying yesterday's scene you witnessed in your mind.

"YN!" Jiho's voice snapped you back to reality, his figure rushing towards you.

"Can we talk?" he asked, breathless.

"Talk about how you fucking cheated on me? Fine, I'll hear you out," you yelled, drawing everyone's attention.

"Can you keep it down, YN?" Jiho snapped.

"Sure I’ll quiet it down when I want to. Go to your girlfriend, Haeun. Why does she have to be my best friend, out of all people?" you glared.

"YN, let's talk inside," Jiho groaned, irritated.

"No, we're done. I never wanted you anyway, you asshole. Just fuck off," you spat, the words stinging even as they left your mouth The next thing you knew the scene spreaded like wildfire at school.

"Are you okay?" Minjeong asked as you sobbed at the lunch table.

"Listen, YN, Jiho wasn't worth it. You saw what you saw," Karina tried to console.

"I don't know... it's just over now," you murmured, head in your hands.

"Maybe it's a sign to find someone better," Ningning suggested.

"I don't know..." you whispered, feeling lost, unable to move on.

“I’m for sure there’s someone way better than him.” Giselle added (biggest lie you ever heard).

MONTHS PASSED AND YOU FOUND YOURSELF IN THE LIBRARY, lending a hand to the librarian in organizing books before school started. As you went about your duties, dropping off books and preparing to fetch more, the one and only, Jiho, stood by the school bulletin board waiting for you. It had been months since the breakup, and yet, the wound was still fresh, a constant reminder of the pain (really yn..)

"I wanted to say a word," Jiho awkwardly mumbled, eyeing you for a reaction, his hands in his pockets.

You reluctantly agreed, "Fine, make it quick. I'm busy."

"I broke up with Haeun," he stated, the words hanging in the air.

"What?" Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. 

"I ended things with Kim Haeun," he said more firmly. His words sank in, but confusion lingered. But why was he telling you this now? Then it hit you—he wanted you back. Yet, on a day when you missed him, you suddenly felt nothing. He had left you for another girl (well, technically, you dumped him), betrayed you, and now he came back because you were his second choice?

"Why are you telling me this?" You managed to maintain calm.

"I still like you, YN LN," he confessed, causing your eyes to widen. You bit your lip, before you could accept his confession like your 5 minute ago self would. Your heart didn’t thump like it did when you were around him. Your hands weren’t sweaty like they were when he looked at you before. Your mind wasn’t racing like it was when Jiho confessed to you for the first time, months ago. It was nothing like any of that–you just felt empty and cold.

"I'm seeing someone," you blurted out, realizing the lie you had just said. Crossing your fingers, you hoped he wouldn't ask about the identity of your "so-said boyfriend"

"Who?" he inquired, raising his eyebrow. Desperately searching for an excuse, your eyes landed on the bulletin board, displaying a list of top students and their ID photos.

Rushing over, you pointed at the first photo and name you saw, "That guy," you said, reading his name, "...Lee Heeseung! I'm dating him."

"Oh, really?" Jiho cast a skeptical glance between you and the photo, a smirk playing on his lips. "Then," he leaned in closer, "how about you introduce me to him, hand-in-hand, next week? I want to see if he's worthy of you." Panic rushed in you, and your throat went dry. You forced a smile and nodded in reluctant agreement.

"Sure," you replied.

"Great, see you next week," Jiho said, turning and walking away. You were officially doomed. Now, you have to find this Lee Heeseung and give him a deal.

YOU WANDERED DURING LUNCH, TRYING TO FIND HEESEUNG. You only heard about him because he got a perfect score on the hardest SAT exams, but you didn't really pay attention.

"Heeseung? Sorry, I don’t know who he is," a girl replied when you asked her about Heeseung.

"It's okay," you smiled politely and left, feeling frustrated.

"I'll never find him," you groaned to Karina, who was with you while you asked everyone about Heeseung.

"Why did you lie to Jiho then? I thought you weren’t over him. Last night, you were giggling at how cute Jiho is and how much you want him back," Karina asked, taking a bite of her apple.

"I don’t know. He was just using me. I knew it because he and Haeun broke up," you explained, letting out a soft sigh. "He saw me as a second option, and I got into this mess because I lied to him about having a boyfriend who's probably some ugly nerd."

"I told you he was using you the entire time! But you didn’t trust me!" Karina scolded you.

"Sorry, I was just blind back then," you mumbled.

Before your last attempt, you walked up to a boy and asked the same question you’d been asking everyone.

"Do you know Lee Heeseung by any chance?" you asked. The boy's eyes widened, and a big grin spread across his face.

"Yes, I do! For what reason?" the boy quickly replied. For the first time, someone knew who he was.

"Do you know where he is then?" you inquired, hoping he could help.

"I do. I’m close friends with him. Come, I’ll show you where he is," the boy replied as you followed him, waving to Karina goodbye.

As the two of you awkwardly made up the long staircase, you arrived at the rooftop of the school. When the boy opened the door, a lonely figure sat by the table, reading a book.

"Heeseung!" the boy called out, causing the figure, supposedly Heeseung, to turn around.

"What, Jungwon?" Heeseung raised his eyebrow, quickly glancing at you and then back at Jungwon.

"YN was looking for you," Jungwon quickly said, nudging you to speak. Heeseung obviously knew who you were, known for dating Jiho and your soft-delicate visuals.

You walked towards him awkwardly, “Uhm…can we talk privately?” Slightly glancing at Jungwon, signaling him to leave quietly. As Jungwon left quietly, you cleared your throat.

“So…” you started off a bit nervous, “I need some help?”

"What help?" Heeseung answered a bit coldly, “If it’s anything studying related, I’m not interested-”

"I need help dating," you blurted, realizing what you had just said.

"What?" Heeseung gave you a puzzled look, "Dating what?"

"I lied to Jiho. Okay, I don’t have interest in you or even Jiho. I lied to him saying that I’m meeting you," you spilled the news. Heeseung had an empty look on his face as you tried to read his expression.

“Why me?” Heeseung arched his eyebrow.

“You were the first name I saw,” you explained, “So can you fake date me? I need it, please,” you pleaded, hoping he would accept your request.

"No, I’m not interested," he turned around, quickly getting his book to start reading again. Your jaw dropped, no one had ever rejected you like that.

"What?" you spat, feeling terrible that you got rejected for the first time.

"I’m not interested in you or in dating. So, I strongly believe that I shouldn’t do it," he said, quickly focusing his attention on his book.

“I’ll do anything!” you begged, feeling desperate.

"Anything?" Heeseung quickly averted his attention to you, dropping his book slightly to make eye contact with you.

"Yes, anything. I’ll do anything," you replied, hoping he would accept it.

"Then introduce me to her," Heeseung answered. You looked confused.

"Who's her?" you raised your eyebrow.

Heeseung’s cheek slightly blushed, it was the first time you saw him so embarrassed. “Karina,” he mumbled under his breath. Suddenly it clicked—he was interested in Karina, your best friend.

You gave an eager look, “Deal! I’ll introduce you to her after all of the fake dating.” You pulled out your hand.

"Deal," Heeseung replied, shaking your hand.

A  FEW DAYS LATER, YOU FIND YOURSELF in the convenience store, an unexpected place for someone like you—a popular girl to be at. Your outfit was simpler than usual, baggy gray sweats and a white tank top, with your hair thrown up in a messy high ponytail and an oversized jacket completing the look.

You scan the snack aisle, contemplating your choices, when the doorbell chimes, signaling a customer had entered. Your heart thumps as you recognize the last person you expected to encounter—Heeseung. He's dressed in simple gray sweatpants and a black hoodie, his messy hair somehow adding to his charm.

Your eyes lock momentarily before you both awkwardly shuffle towards each other. "What brings you here?" you ask, surprised to find him in a convenience store at 2 am.

"Why are you up so late?" he counters, swiftly turning the interrogation on you.

"I couldn't sleep. What's your excuse?" you reply.

"Studying," he responds matter-of-factly, grabbing an energy drink before swiftly checking out and leaving. You hurry after him, catching up as he strides down the street.

"Studying late? That's a first," you mutter to yourself, gazing up at the night sky.

"I don’t want to flunk my classes, unlike you," he retorts, avoiding your gaze.

"I'm not that hopeless," you roll your eyes.

"Yeah, you are," he quips, taking a sip of his drink.

"Hey!" you playfully threaten, pulling back your arm as if to hit him. But then something unexpected happens—you catch sight of Heeseung's smile, genuine and endearing. You quickly shake off any wayward thoughts; after all, you're just his so-called “girlfriend”.

"Where do you live?" you inquire, trying to change the subject.

"Stalker much?" Heeseung teases.

"Shut up," you retort, rolling your eyes.

"I live in the house near the college," he answers, disposing of his empty can.

"Do you walk to school?" you ask, trying to prolong the conversation.

"Yeah," he replies.

"Then... do you want to walk together tomorrow?" you suggest, stopping in the quiet and empty streets.

"Walk together?" he repeats, surprised.

You nod and quickly add, "Yeah, you know, for you know..."

Heeseung considers for a moment before agreeing, "Sure."

"Great! I'll come by your place at 7 am since school starts at 7:30!" you smile, remembering to ask for his number. He inserts it into your phone, adding, "Don't blow up my phone."

"I'm not that obsessed with you," you retort.

"I think you are," he jokes.

"In your dreams," you shoot back.

YOU FOUND YOURSELF STANDING OUTSIDE Heeseung's door, feeling an awkward knot tighten in your stomach as you waited, fingers fidgeting nervously. After what seemed like hours, the door swung open to reveal a woman, likely Heeseung's mother.

"Hi, who are you?" she inquired, her eyes curious but welcoming.

"I'm YN LN," you replied, managing a warm smile despite your nerves. "A friend of Heeseung's."

"Heeseung's friend?" Her expression softened into a delighted grin. "I didn't realize Heeseung had such a pretty friend. I'm Heeseung's mother. Just call me Mrs. Lee."

"Mom..." Heeseung's voice interrupted, his presence suddenly beside you as he quickly shuffled to put on his shoes.

"Heeseung, she seems like a sweet and pretty girl," Mrs. Lee remarked before Heeseung darted, closing the door behind him before his mother could say anything else.

"Your mother seems really nice," you commented, attempting to ease the tension.

"Mhm," Heeseung mumbled, his attention already diverted to his book that he quickly pulled out from his backpack. 

With a pointed look, you reached out your hand, silently urging him to remember.

Heeseung sighed, rolling his eyes in mild exasperation, but he relented, tucking the book away and clasping your hand in his. The touch sent a jolt through you, a feeling you couldn't quite grasp.

"So..." you began, eager to break the silence. "Where's your class?"

"Class 3-B," he replied shortly, his gaze fixed ahead as if unwilling to meet your eyes.

"Mine's right next door." you exclaimed, hoping to inject some enthusiasm into the conversation. "Perfect! Do you know what this means?"

"What?" Heeseung's response was clipped, his tone guarded.

"That I can come over to your class during lunch!" you declared with a wide grin, trying to lighten the mood.

"I eat on the rooftop, alone." he added, emphasizing the word alone.

"Ah, I forget you’re a loner," you teased gently.

"At least I'm productive with my free time," he retorted.

"Well, today we're together!" you suggested brightly and then with a smirk you whispered, "And I can introduce you to... Karina." The mention of your best friend's name made Heeseung blush slightly.

"Shut up," he groaned, moving to cover your mouth with his free hand just in case you would say anything else.

"Like I want to-" feeling a sudden hard squeeze in your hand "Ow..."

"Now shut up before I squeeze harder," Heeseung warned, though there was a hint of genuine threat in his tone.

"You're no fun," you muttered. Eventually, you arrived at the school, fingers still intertwined as you drew curious whispers from the hallway.

"YN and Heeseung, dating? No way..." you heard a girl whisper by the lockers, causing a flush of embarrassment to color your cheeks. When you reached Heeseung's classroom, you reluctantly released his hand, noticing the tension in his posture as he leaned against the doorframe.

"See you later?" you asked, "I'll be on the rooftop during break."

"Alright..." Heeseung's response was hesitant, but then came an unexpected word that caught you off guard. "...baby." The pet name hung in the air.

"R-right... anyway, bye..." you stammered, feeling a rush of different emotions. You'd been in relationships before, but you were never so flustered for such small things like that. Could it be... you weren't falling for him, right?

HEESEUNG SETTLED AT THE EMPTY TABLE on the rooftop, his gaze drifting across the school grounds. The rooftop held a special meaning for him, offering a quiet place to read, barely visited by others.

“Heeseung!” Your voice sliced through the silence, drawing his attention. He glanced up to see you approaching, two lunches in hand.

With a bright grin, you placed the meals in front of him. “I brought lunch!”

"Thanks," Heeseung replied , his tone cool as he examined the homemade kimbap. As you both sat down, awkwardness settled between you, by the avoidance of eye contact.

Summoning his courage, Heeseung brought a question that had lingered in his mind for months. "Why did you like Choi Jiho?"

Your eyes widened at the unexpected, catching you off guard. You paused, hesitating with how to respond.Memories of Jiho flooded your mind. You had forgotten about him for the past 4 days due to Heeseung being on your mind 24/7.

You cleared your throat, summoning a bitter lie to your lips. "I... uh, he was nice, I guess."

"Did Jiho even like you back?" Heeseung's question cut through the air. That’s when you realized something. You remembered the way Jiho would never defend you in any moment or barely spend time with you. And the time when he did? He would always be on his phone. You realized how stupid you were as you thought the moments where he just wanted attention from the public by kissing you or flirting with you meant that he loved you. 

"I... I don't know," you admitted. Deep down, you knew the painful reality—that Jiho had used you.

"Oh, okay..." Heeseung responded, sensing the weight of your words. "So, let's change the top—"

"I know he didn't like me," you interjected, your gaze drifting to the sky before meeting Heeseung's gaze. "I know he was the worst boyfriend I could ask for."

Confusion flickered across Heeseung's features at your sudden confession.

"I was blind. I regret it," you murmured, your gaze falling to your lap. "But it's in the past."

Heeseung regarded you with his usual stern and cold look. "Then why did you tell Jiho you were meeting someone else?"

"Because... I wanted to prove I was happier now," you muttered, grappling with your tumultuous emotions.

"Are you?" Heeseung's gaze bore into yours.

"I... I think I am," you replied

"You 'think'?" Heeseung pressed, his tone firm.

"I'm happier than before," you insisted, though the vagueness of your answer hung in the air.

"That's not specific," Heeseung challenged.

"I can't be specific," you confessed, frustration simmering beneath the surface. "Because I don't know, at all."

"Are you sure?" Heeseung persisted.

"Heeseung, it's my feelings, yes I'm sure," you asserted.

"I'm just physically and mentally curious, so it allured me to—" Heeseung began, but you cut him off.

"Okay, I think that's enough. The bell's going to ring soon. Text me later!" With that, you rose abruptly, snatching your lunch bag and offering a quick wave before descending the stairs back to class.

HEESEUNG LAY ON  HIS BED,  staring up at the ceiling. He knew he should be studying, but your words about Jiho lingered in his mind. "I'm happier than before." Why was he even pondering such things? Lost in thought, he was jolted back to reality by a faint buzz from his phone. Retrieving it, he found a message from you.

YN LN: heeseung!! all my friends rejected me to go to the mall TT, so wanna go together?? ><

Heeseung paused, a moment of surprise flashing across his features. You were asking him to go to the mall with you? It felt almost like you were asking him out. He composed himself and replied:

Heeseung: Sure. Send location and time, I’ll be there.

Putting down his phone, he realized the weight of his agreement. He had just agreed to go on a date with you. And now, he needed to get ready. Hastily, he rummaged through his closet, seeking out a suitable outfit. Opting for his lone stylish varsity jacket paired with jeans, he ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to tidy it up.

Rushing to the mall, he found you leaning against a store wall, your attention fixed on your phone. As he approached, a cupid seemed to strike him with an arrow as his cheeks flushed. The simplicity of your outfit and the gentle cascade of your hair rendered you utterly captivating.

You looked up, catching sight of Heeseung's slightly stunned expression, and greeted him with a warm smile, gesturing for him to join you.

"Hi," Heeseung muttered, still awestruck by your beauty.

"Hi!" you returned the greeting with equal warmth. "I just need to buy some makeup for my friends, or maybe myself, and possibly shop around! Anything you need?"

"Not necessarily," Heeseung replied, scanning the mall.

"Okay then, follow me," you said, seizing his arm and leading him to the nearest makeup store. Arriving at the lip product section, you perused the selection of lipsticks, lip glosses, and lip tints. Grabbing a random lip tint, you turned to Heeseung.

"Can I try it on you? I need to see if it looks good on a person," you suggested.

"What? When did I sign up for this?" Heeseung sighed.

"Please," you pleaded, giving him your best pout. "I can erase it right after."

"Fine."

With careful precision, you applied the tint to his lips. The warmth of his breath brushed against your cheeks and neck, sending a flurry of sensations through you. Your heart raced as you admired his perfectly shaped lips, now tinted with color. After smoothing out any unevenness, you stepped back to admire the look.

"Hmm... I think this works," you concluded, grabbing the new tint to go check out and pay for it.

YOU SAVORED THE SWEET TASTE OF vanilla ice cream as you took a bite, sitting side by side with Heeseung on the bench outside the convenient store where you first met. He listened attentively as you shared stories about your friends and family.

"And then Giselle told me—" Your sentence was cut short as Heeseung's fingers delicately wiped a smudge of ice cream from the corner of your lips.

"Mhm?" He hummed softly, encouraging you to continue. Your heart fluttered at his touch, beating rapidly in your chest.

"...y-yeah," you stammered, trying to regain your composure, your gaze drifting to the hues of the sunset painting the sky in shades of blue and orange.

"Are you done with your story?" Heeseung inquired, to which you nodded hastily. You weren't finished, but another word might turn you into a flustered mess.

After a brief silence, you suggested, "How about we go for a walk by the Han River?" Heeseung agreed with a nod, and soon you found yourselves strolling side by side along the riverbank, the gentle sound of water trickling in the background adding to the peaceful atmosphere.

Unexpectedly, Heeseung asked, "Are you going to the dance?" It was a question he wouldn't normally ask.

"The dance?" you raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by his inquiry.

"Yeah, the school dance?" Heeseung clarified, his expression tinged with skepticism.

"Oh, well, yeah," you replied, feeling a pang of disappointment as you remembered his feelings for Karina. He didn't like you, so why did you allow yourself to hope for something more?

"Is Karina going?" Heeseung continued, and you struggled to find your voice, your throat suddenly dry.

"O-oh, uhm, I think she's going..." you managed to say, the reality of your situation crashing down on you like a wave. Foolish fantasies had consumed you for the past five days, but now you bit your lip to stave off the embarrassment and tears threatening to surface.

"I think I'm tired. I'm gonna go home now. Bye, Heeseung," you forced a small smile before turning away, walking in the opposite direction. Heeseung watched you go, a confused expression clouding his features as you moved farther and farther away.

LEANING AGAINST THE WALL, you found yourself lost in thoughts of Heeseung, the person who was on your mind day in and day out. Why did it bother you so much if he had feelings for your best friend, Karina? Why did his presence hold such sway over you?

"YN?" Winter's voice broke through your trail of thoughts,snapping you back to reality.

"Oh, sorry, I was zoning out," you replied, trying to shake off the distraction.

"You've been distant all day. Is everything okay?" Ningning's concern was evident in her voice.

"Just tired, didn't get much sleep last night," you reassured them with a forced smile, hoping they wouldn't press further.

"Are you sure?" Giselle's skepticism lingered, her gaze searching yours.

"It's nothing, just life being complicated," you offered, trying to reassure their worries.

"If you need to talk, we're here for you," Karina chimed in, her comforting touch on your hands a familiar gesture she usually did. How you longed to confess and tell them about Heeseung and the jumble of emotions you felt and fought with, but the fear of ruining your relationships with both him and Karina kept you quiet.

At that moment, it came to you: you were in love with Heeseung. It had to be a mistake right? You could never like someone like Heeseung.  The way your heart thumped when Heeseung did small actions like hold your hand or even wipe off anything from your mouth.

 Yet, you couldn't shake the fear, the fear of history repeating itself with someone like Jiho, selfish and foolish. What was the point of falling for someone who didn't accept your feelings and liked someone else

HEESEUNG HAD REHEARSED EVERY WORD, every breath, for the moment he would finally summon the courage to ask you out for dinner. With trembling fingers, he reached for his phone, his thumb hovering over the call button. The weight of his nerves pressed down on him as he prepared to take the risk.

As the phone rang, his heart raced, the sound of your voice on the other end sending a jumble of emotions through him "Hello?" you answered, your voice like music and beauty to his ears.

"Hi..." Heeseung replied, his voice betraying his unease.

"Why did you call me?" you asked, curiosity tinged but yet your voice sounded heavy and drained. Heeseung couldn't help but notice the change in your tone for the past days, wondering if he had somehow caused it. Had he done something wrong? 

"I was just wondering if... uhm... you wanted to go get dinner tonight together?" Heeseung's voice faltered slightly, the weight of his question hanging in the air.

"Dinner tonight?" Your voice held a hint of confusion, but there was also a spark of interest. "When and where?" you inquired.

"At the Japanese place down the block, at 6?" Heeseung suggested, hoping you would agree.

"Sure, I'll see you at 6 then," you replied, your voice brightening slightly.

"Right, anyways, bye!" Heeseung quickly ended the call, a rush of happiness coursing through him. He had done it. He asked you out for dinner.

With a sense of pride, Heeseung flopped onto his bed, his phone resting on his chest as. a wide grin spread across his face. He replayed the conversation in his mind, excited for the evening of day. 

Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, you couldn't contain your excitement. Heeseung. Lee Heeseung. had. Asked. you. out. to. dinner. You, YN LN.  You couldn't help but squeal with delight into your pillow.

Eager to make a good impression, you jumped out of bed and rushed to your closet, rummaging through your clothes in search of the perfect outfit for the occasion. 

HEESEUNG SAT NERVOUSLY, tapping the table as he waited for you to arrive. Within minutes, you rushed in and quickly spotted him.

"Hi!" you greeted with a smile, settling down at the table.

"Hi," he smiled back (inside you felt a flutter at how cute his smile was). You both looked at the menu and ordered as the waiter approached. After eating, you quietly walked outside, enjoying the cool evening air.

The dark, cloudless sky revealed a glimmering array of stars. You admired the view, unaware that Heeseung was watching you, captivated by your beauty.

"The stars are so pretty," you remarked in awe.

"Mhm," he replied, still focused on you. Suddenly, you felt his fingers gently tuck a stray hair behind your ear. Your face flushed as butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

"I have a question, YN..." Heeseung began, and you turned to him, curious.

"Do you... want to go to the dance?" he asked. Your heart raced, your stomach churned, and your head spun. He had just asked you to the dance.

"T-the dance?" you stuttered.

"Yeah... I mean, just as... you know, for visual purposes," he tried to clarify.

"Right..." you nodded, agreeing. "I'll go with you." Heeseung's face lit up with a big grin as you accepted his invitation.

"That's great! I'll, um... see you at the dance then," Heeseung said with a small smile and a wave as you both went your separate ways, heading home with a light heart.

As you walked home, your mind buzzed with excitement. The thought of going to the dance with Heeseung made your heart skip a beat. You couldn't help but replay the moment he asked you, feeling a rush of happiness each time. It was like a dream come true, and you couldn't wait for the night of the dance to arrive.

WEEKS FLEW BY, each one filled with anticipation, excitement, and a series of dates. Finally, the much-anticipated day of the dance had arrived. It had been six weeks since you eagerly marked this date on your calendar. Reflecting on the past four months since you met Heeseung, you knew deep down that you were head over heels in love with him. The moment he asked you to the dance, those feelings intensified.

"Do you think this dress is pretty enough?" you asked, twirling in your knee-length black dress adorned with delicate lace details, a sweetheart neckline, and spaghetti straps.  The dress hugged your figure perfectly.

"It's gorgeous," Ningning complimented, deftly assisting with your hair.

"It's perfect, just like you," Winter reassured, adjusting your dress with care.

"Easy for you to say, with Beomgyu as your date," you teased, prompting laughter from your friends.

"And you have Heeseung," Winter smiled, smoothing out the fabric of your dress.

"You two are so cute together," Giselle teased, earning a blush from you.

"I love you guys," you said, feeling grateful for their support as you shared a group hug.

"Even if I'm dating a man, you'll always be my number one," Winter jokes, lightening the mood as you head to Karina's car.

Upon arriving at the dance, the lively atmosphere was perfect. Laughter, music, and chatter filled the room as people talked, danced, and enjoyed themselves. Spotting Heeseung entering the room, you felt a rush of excitement.

He looked perfect in his suit, his hair perfectly styled. Rushing over to him, you greeted him with a beaming smile.

"Heeseung!" you exclaimed. Heeseung looked up, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you. I

"You look amazing, YN," Heeseung complimented, his smile genuine.

"Thanks, but you're the one who looks stunning," you replied, feeling your heart flutter as you took in his appearance. "Come on, let's grab some snacks and go have fun!"

The next two hours were filled with laughter, dancing, and cherished moments spent with Heeseung and your friends. However, it was until you excused yourself to the bathroom, to then meet Jiho.

"YN," Jiho's voice cut through the noise, sending a chill down your spine.

"What do you want, Jiho?" you asked, your tone laced with irritation.

"Are you here with your 'so-called' boyfriend, Heeseung?" Jiho taunted, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Yes, and what's it to you?" you retorted, your patience wearing thin.

“Yeah there is.” his smirk widened, “Don’t act stupid, I knew everything.” 

“God I hate you Jiho.”  you spat, feeling your anger rise.

"Come on, YN. Admit you still love me, and everything will go back to normal," Jiho sneered.

“I don’t even like you anymore, Jiho.”  you said firmly, trying to keep your composure.

"Oh, really? Maybe this will change your mind," Jiho said, leaning in closer. You felt his fingers slip into your waist, his grip firm and tight. You felt his face leaning closer to yours. You quickly stepped back and pushed him aside. 

“Are you fucking crazy?” you yelled. 

“YN, why are you so pissed? Not like you like anyone.”  Jiho's eyes bore into yours, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I don’t want to fucking kiss you,” you glared, “Now fuck off please.” 

“Why is it because of Heeseung? Your fake boyfriend? God, he probably doesn’t even like you YN. He only likes you because you're popular.” he laughed. Your heart sank at his cruel words. The words stung as you heard each word. Heeseung was just a stupid fake boyfriend you had. The two of you had never had a real relationship. A real love. Was Heeseung just playing with your feelings? Did Heeseung even love you like how much you loved him? 

"I hate you, Jiho," you whispered before leaving the party alone, your heart felt heavy. 

YOU SPENT HOURS lying in bed, staring out the rain-splattered window, your cheeks damp from the relentless stream of tears. Days had passed since the dance, and you hadn't mustered the strength to leave the confines of your home. 

"YN, you've been here for hours," Karina's voice broke through the silence, her concern evident as she entered your room. 

"Why didn't you text me?" 

"Phone died," you muttered, burying your face deeper into the sheets.

"Tell me what's wrong," Karina urged gently, taking a seat beside you. 

"I don't know," you confessed, your voice barely audible. 

"Come on," Karina coaxed, her comforting presence offering a glimmer of solace. 

"Okay, fine," you relented, the words tumbling out in a rush. "Jiho said some awful things to me at the dance. Now I'm a wreck, and I can't face Heeseung. I'm in love with him, and it's tearing me apart." 

Karina's eyes widened at the torrent of emotions pouring out. "And you kept this from me all this time?" 

"Karina, I didn't know what to do," you admitted, your voice choking with emotion. "I thought Heeseung felt the same way, but then Jiho made me doubt everything."

"How does Jiho know anything? He's not Heeseung," Karina retorted, frustration evident in her tone. "He's just trying to mess with your head." 

"But what if he's right? What if Heeseung was just pretending all along?" you sighed, a heavy weight settling in your chest. 

"YN," Karina's voice softened, her touch gentle as she sought to comfort you. "How do you know Heeseung doesn't like you? Have you talked to him?" 

"I haven't," you admitted, uncertainty clouding your thoughts.

"Then how can you be so sure?" Karina questioned, her eyes searching yours. "Heeseung cares about you, YN. He was worried sick after the dance. He searched everywhere for you and even left the party early out of concern."

"Are you serious?" you asked, a glimmer of hope flickering in your eyes. 

"Dead serious," Karina affirmed, her sincerity unwavering. "Talk to him, YN. You'll see." 

"But what if I'm wrong?" you hesitated, your fear holding you back. "Just trust me on this," Karina reassured, squeezing your hand gently. "Talk to Heeseung. You'll thank me later." Karina offered you a reassuring smile before enveloping you in an embrace.

HEESEUNG WAS SERIOUSLY DEAD WORRIED about you. He thought you were possibly hit by some car or even worse kidnapped. His thoughts wandered as he tried to think of all the possibilities you were. You stopped even coming to school for weeks.

The memory of the dance replayed in his mind like a broken record, haunting him with unanswered questions. Your sudden disappearance after excusing yourself to the bathroom left him questionable and restless. Desperately, he asked your friends as your friends only left him shrugs and quietness making him uneasy of the situation.

When you finally returned after a week-long absence, Heeseung couldn't help but notice the change in you. You awfully looked tired and you had eyebags. And the most important change, you were avoiding Heeseung. Was it something he had done to mess things up?

Heeseung sat at his usual spot on the rooftop, gazing out at the view, trying to get his thoughts out.

"Look who it is, Lee Heeseung," a voice pierced through the silence, pulling Heeseung from his reverie. Turning, he found Jiho leaning casually against the stairway exit, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Heeseung's girlfriend, huh?" Jiho taunted, his words hitting Heeseung like a sudden blow.

"What did you do to YN?" Heeseung's voice was edged with a mixture of anger and concern, his gaze sharp.

"Nothing much, just a little truth-telling," Jiho chuckled, his demeanor full of arrogance. 

"What truth?" Heeseung's tone was laced with urgency, his fists clenched in frustration.

“Just a few things that need to be said. Like how you guys are just dating, nothing more than that.”

Heeseung's jaw tightened as the weight of Jiho's words settled in, his mind reeling with disbelief and anger.

"Do you even know why YN hates you?" Heeseung spat, his voice seething with contempt.

"Why don't you tell me?" Jiho's smirk widened.

"Cause you’re truly an awful person” Heeseung retorted, his patience wearing thin.

“Oh really?” Jiho teased, “I didn’t know.”

Jiho's mocking laughter only fueled Heeseung's rage, his frustration exploding into action as he delivered a swift punch to Jiho's jaw.

"You're really undeserving of her," Heeseung's words echoed in the empty space.

“You could punch me as many times, I don’t care.” Jiho smiled. 

“I would but actually I don’t want to see your ugly face, so fuck off.” Heeseung stormed out of the rooftop leaving Jiho alone on the ground.

IT WAS 1 AM WHEN YOU FOUND YOURSELF at the convenience store, clad in your most comfortable clothes, not even caring if people saw you. The rush of cold air from the conditioner greeted you as you stepped inside, scanning the assortment of snacks. The scent of sweet delights filled your senses, tempting you to buy more. You reached for a snack when the chime of the door signaled someone's arrival.

Looking up, you were met with the sight of Heeseung standing across the store, his gaze fixed on you. It felt like deja vu, reminiscent of the first time you laid eyes on him. Your throat went dry, memories of Jiho's words echoing in your mind: "He probably doesn’t even like you." Anxious, you bit your lip as Heeseung approached.

"Can we talk outside?" Heeseung's voice broke through the tension. With a quiet nod, you followed him out of the store.

"YN, what's going on?" Heeseung's concern was evident as he confronted you, hoping you would answer honestly.

"Heeseung, it's nothing," you lied

"It's not nothing," Heeseung persisted, his tone firm.

"Okay, fine, I'll tell you. I fell in love with you, but then Jiho made me doubt everything. I thought you probably didn’t even like me, maybe you liked Karina instead. What was the point of being with you if I'm only going to hurt myself?" The words spilled out in a rush, leaving you empty.. Heeseung froze at your confession, disbelief in his expression.

"You like me?" Heeseung's eyebrow arched in surprise.

"I know you don't like me—" Before you could finish, Heeseung silenced you with a soft kiss. His lips were soft and perfect.You felt his fingers sliding into your waist, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. Your lips were moving in sync, in the same passion, kissing each other back. You felt his fingers intertwined with yours, drawing soft circles on the back of your hand.

Pulling away, breathless, you attempted to speak, but Heeseung beat you to it. "I like you a lot, YN. I was in denial of my feelings for months, but I realized I was actually in love with you." You widen your eyes at his confession

"Heeseung, you're not lying, right?" suspicion tinged your words.

"Do you think I would ever lie to you?" Heeseung chuckled, tucking your hair behind your ear, a gesture that he would always done 

"No, but it all seems non-real," you confessed.

Heeseung's laughter, the sound you cherished the most, filled the air. "Then, will you be my real girlfriend, YN LN?"

"Of course, any day I'll choose you," you smiled, leaning in for another kiss. 

MONTHS HAD PASSED and you found yourself in a state of bliss you never imagined possible. Seated on the rooftop with Heeseung, your fingers intertwined, you gazed out into the view before you, the cool breeze enveloping you in a sense of serenity.

"Look how far we've come," you remarked, a smile gracing your lips as you watched Heeseung absentmindedly draw small patterns on your palm.

"Yeah," Heeseung nodded, his touch gentle and comforting.

"I love you, Heeseung," you whispered softly, your words carrying the weight of your affection.

"I love you more," Heeseung replied in a tender whisper, his warm breath tickling the sensitive skin of your neck as he leaned in to press a series of delicate kisses along its curve.

"Heeseung, that tickles!" you laughed, squirming slightly at the sensation.

"This is your punishment for getting a 60% on the exam," Heeseung teased, his tone playful yet teasing.

"Hey, I'm not some nerd like you!" you retorted, playfully poking his side.

"Nerd?" Heeseung chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"A cute nerd," you amended with a grin, your heart swelling with affection.

"And you're my cute princess," Heeseung declared, pressing a sweet and tender kiss to your lips, his love for you shining brightly in his eyes. You truly were in love with Heeseung, and you weren’t going to deny it.

[chlorinecake]

Thoughts on stalker x stalker??

— 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 | 𝐬.𝐣𝐲

▹ PAIRING: stalker ex bf ! jake x stalker ex gf ! reader

▹ SUMMARY: You and Jake, exes torn apart, developed a mutual obsession with each other overtime, the lingering romance coming to light with a simple flash of his camera…

▹ WARNINGS: BIG DICK JAKE who records a lil sextape of him fingering you because he's a helpless titty fixated perv, unprotected sex (cowgirl), some crying, a brief handjob and fingering session, kinda angsty

▹ WORD COUNT: 3.5k

“Do you really see better with those glasses on?”

Jake's chocolate brown eyes peeked at you through his specs, a gentle hum rumbling from his throat before answering.

“No. I mostly wear them for the art student aesthetic I’m going for… now don't smile, pretty.”

Snap.

You let the small smile on your face relax at his instructions. “And the other reason?” You pressed, watching as he angled the lens a little higher over you this time.

“Hm, dunno... maybe because cute girls always ask about them?”

You hated it whenever he talked about other girls—

Snap.

Another click of his camera sounded throughout the quiet studio, it’s white flashes lighting up the dim room.

“So you like the attention then?” You teased, watching as his facial expression remained nonchalant.

Focused.

“Your attention? Yes,” he admitted, narrowing his eyes behind the camera. “Might be one of my favorite things, actually…”

Snap.

Good answer Jakey, you thought to yourself, trying your best to keep a neutral facial expression before him.

“One of your favorites just like old cameras, apparently...” you went on… “How come you never use the new one I bought you for your birthday last year?”

“Because,” Jake answered while lining his eyes up with the camera lens, “this one is much easier for me to carry around... I like that it’s portable...”

Why would he need a camera on the go, you asked yourself silently… even though, the reality was that Jake had actually dropped the other camera while following you one night—

Snap.

“Jeez, how many more shots do you need, Peter Parker?”

“You'll know when I'm finished,” the dark eyed boy replied with a foreign rasp to his tone, index finger gently squeezing into the camera button as he continued. “Now stick your tongue out for me.”

“I'm sorry?”

Snap.

His unusual sentence really caught you off guard this time, a feeling of chills washing over you as he took his lower lip into his teeth.

“Beautiful,” he said almost breathlessly, “just try following my directions next time though, yeah?”

“Jake, I need a break...” You sighed, changing your position on the couch as his vision remained glued behind the camera.

“In a minute, ____…”

Snap.

He used your first name on purpose because you used his, and he knew you were the type of girl who didn’t like that very much.

“I said that’s enough, alright?”

You slightly raised your voice at him, his demeanor remaining just as calm as before once a prolonged sigh escaped his throat.

“I suppose five minutes of wasted time wouldn’t hurt,” he said sarcastically, placing his red camera on the stool beside him before extending a hand, helping you off the couch.

“Thanks,” you replied half-heartedly, grabbing the large white sheet from the couch arm and wrapping it around your naked body.

“I could never get tired of this honestly,” Jake confessed, watching you intently as you poured yourself a cup of water from the nearby cooler.

“Tired of what?” You asked in between your first sip, his eyes being all over you except your face as you spoke.

“Looking at you,” was all he said for you to roll your eyes at his words, making him chuckle at your reaction.

“I’m serious, y’know that?”

“Mhm… I can tell,” you smirked with a nod, taking the last sip of your water before making your way back over to plop on the couch. “How about you go over your pictures… you’ll never know if we caught the perfect one already if you don’t check…”

He didn’t verbally respond to your suggestion, only nodding in agreement as he reached for the camera, clicking through its film.

To no one’s surprise, Jake, who doubled as your pervy ex-boyfriend and personal neighborhood stalker, felt himself getting hot all over again just from looking at the pictures of you displayed on the grainy screen.

Today's excuse to photograph you? He needed a nude model for his chiaroscuro themed visual project at the fancy art university he attended.

You knew Jake would’ve a hard time finding any other female (or male) to willingly get naked for him, so you obliged… under the small condition that he wouldn’t try to fuck you afterwards.

Simply put, your infatuation with him always made it easier to agree to whatever stupid favors he needed you to do—

“God,” he groaned under his breath, taking a seat as an attempt to hide the boner slowly growing behind his pants.

“Damn, are they really that bad?” You asked with worried brows, misinterpreting his reaction.

“N-no, not at all,” he corrected, eyes still glued to the camera screen.

“Oh... well… okay then,” you sighed with relief, or maybe it was a yawn?

The studio AC was set to such a low temperature that you couldn't help but feel a little sleepy... especially with how mundane this whole model process was getting to be.

“Can I see the pictures?” You asked, making Jake's eyes widen slightly at your request. He knew it'd be suspicious to say no so he instead gave in, reluctantly handing you the camera.

Clicking the left arrow on the circular directional button, the gallery scrolled, picture after picture, with each slide shocking you with how good they came out.

“Lovely, aren't you?” Jake nearly whispered from behind you as he leaned over the couch, his hands pulling your hair out of the tussled bun he previously styled it in for the first part of the photoshoot.

For the next series of shots, he planned to go for a more natural look, taking your hair down to let it hang as the scent of your shampoo ignited him all over again.

Jake couldn’t stop himself from grinding his hard-on against the back of the couch, eager for any sort of friction that would ease the tension building up inside him.

You felt the teeth of the comb meet your scalp as he continued to comb, the simple act somehow making it even harder for him to control himself.

“You're really talented at this,” you said, just before your eyes glazed over the series of pictures following the one's he'd just taken of you.

Some were from recent trips you took to the supermarket, events you don't fully remember, and even a few scandalous shots of you through your apartment window, changing out of your work clothes—

“Thanks, but I prefer giving credit to the actual person I'm shooting,” he added, looking over your shoulder as you turned the camera off, just before he got a chance to see what you were looking at.

Though, from the almost immediate shift in the studio's aura, Jake had developed a pretty good inkling in his chest as to what you might've seen.

Your throat tensed up, chest expanding slightly with each exhale as a smile grew on Jake's face.

“Just let me know if I'm being too rough, alright?” He started, sectioning out your bangs as his hand slid around your neck, gently cradling your chin upward.

“Jake,” you choked out weakly, a shaky moan slipping past your lips as the comb got caught in a particular knot in your hair, “t-take your time, please...”

You stuttered, hoping in your heart that he wouldn't make a big deal about it.

In truth, you often watched Jake from afar yourself, not being able to get over your obsession with him, even months after you two first broke up…

Your eyes had a way of chasing stolen moments—the curve of his lips as he sipped coffee on his way to class, or the way his personal style slowly changed from denim coats and Timberland's to leather jackets and black boots.

You saw it all, seeking after it as often as you could… using it as a means to coax your own lonely desire for him.

Still, you couldn't quite shake how strange it was to see his gallery filled with images of you from every angle and emotion, even though it eventually delighted you to know that he wasn't as interested in other people as he let on—

“I'm in no rush, ____,” he said plainly, trying to redirect the energy in the room, “just relax for me... I'm not trying to hurt you...”

He chose his words wisely, releasing his hold from around your neck before making his way over to the wall where he dimmed the lights even more.

“I know, Jake,” you nearly whispered, wind flowing from the slightly opened windows as your voice flew with its gust…

“But how long have you been watching me?”

His wrists froze at your question, a mix of relief, guilt, and fear rising within every part of his body.

You turned your gaze towards him, eyes locking to reveal a mirror reflecting your similarly twisted desires, the tension screaming with ambivalence…

“Since we broke up...” He confessed, eerily loud footsteps sending shivers down your spine as he paced against the wooden floor, walking towards you, “does that bother you, love?”

You stammered at first, gentle grasp clinging to the white sheet around you. “It doesn't, Jake... not at all,” you finally mustered, watching as he licked his lips because God, he was such an anxious perv for you...

The way you looked before him in this moment, both fear and recognition present in your features as your body remained still as stone, every natural highlight of your skin looking even more gorgeous beneath the dim lights.

This entire moment was all too much for him… You were too much for him…

Slowly creeping towards you, his intense energy did nothing but make your arms sprout with tiny bumps all over.

“Good,” was all he said at first, trying to digest your body language while freeing himself from his jacket, “but I'm guessing there's something you might wanna come clean about, too, hm?”

“I… yes,” you admitted, somehow regaining your initial confidence, “since you wanna hear me say it so badly... I haven't exactly been able to get over you, either...”

He smirked at your honesty, “How bad has it gotten? The withdrawal, I mean... d'you ever think about me when you touch yourself?”

“Cute, but no...,” you scoffed, “I prefer hands-free fantasizing instead... less mess for me to clean up alone,” you smiled teasingly, tracing the arch of his jawline with your index finger.

It almost felt foreign when you did that just then...

You hadn't touched him like that in months... and even though the act was ordinary, it made you feel something intense—

“I need to take a few more shots of you like this,” he said randomly, reaching for his camera but not sitting on the opposite couch this time.

He stayed right in front of you, joining you on the couch and slightly caging you beneath his frame.

“Trying a new angle I see... these gonna be for your project or—”

“I'm gonna keep these for myself,” he interrupted, snaking his free hand beneath the sheet and lightly caressing the flesh of your thigh before kneading it, dangerously close to your core. “Just make sure you follow my instructions like I asked...”

You nodded at his words, letting your lower body relax as he gently guided your legs open, the sheet falling from over you boobs and exposing them to the air as he grazed your pussy lips with his fingers.

Jake nearly drooled at the sight of your hard nipples, clicking with his tongue to make you look back at the camera. “Start by squeezing your tits together for me,” he started in a low voice, “wanna see how well they’d suffocate my dick…”

The poor guy was still very much hard right now, and it didn't help him one bit with how wet you felt against his fingers, his skilled touch circling your clit as a feathery moan left your lips.

“C’mon pretty, do as I say…” Jake cooed, pointing the camera to you as you did just that, arching your back over the sofa arm while squeezing your tits together, his fingers quickening against your sensitive bud as he kept recording.

You're not sure what came over you just then, but you were starting to feel more than willing to do whatever Jake asked of you, especially when his fingers worked on teasing your initial tightness.

His digits curved against your g-spot, the pressure he applied only escalating as his stiff cock started leaking in his pants.

This entire moment felt strangely nostalgic, reminding you of the many times Jake would stand over while making you cream with just his fingers—

“Tell me when you're close, baby… beg for me to let you come,” he huffed, voice sounding somewhat labored as he intently watched your chest heave up and down, biting his lower lip to stop himself from kissing you.

Because as badly as he wanted to taste you, he had to capture your bliss on camera first, for the nights that memories become too vague... for the nights when fantasies don't compare to the real deal...

Your whole body was a mix of hot and cold, given the temperature of the room and the sexual energy meddling between your excited bodies.

“J-Jake…” you stuttered with a whine, clinging to the couch as your face flushed a ruddy hue, walls desperately clenching around his fingers, “please...l-let me come for you…”

The poor boy didn't know what to do with himself given how wet you were, his puppy-dog eyes looking almost in awe now that the realization had hit him:

He finally got you where he wanted you… and from your perspective, the likewise…

“You can let go now baby,” is all Jake manages to say before you're coming undone, the knot in you abdomen unraveling throughout every limb of your body as pure pleasure coursed through your starved out veins.

Jake kept the camera on your body the entire time, too, his digits only slowing down slightly to help you ride out your high.

He hadn't even fully slipped from your hole yet before a feeling of emptiness washed over you, lust-ridden eyes following Jake’s every move as his veiny hand retreated from your core.

He caught on to it, too... the way your eyes panned in on him like your own built in set of camera lenses... capturing every movement to store in your favorite mental file.

“Fuck,” Jake groaned around his own fingers suddenly, tasting the milky slick he gathered from your hole, “been missing the taste of you so bad, angel...”

“Then kiss me,” you whispered heavily, a clear sheen of Jake's saliva mixed with your sweet release painting the cupid's bow of his pouty lips.

He didn't hesitate to take heed to your words either, setting the camera down with haste before hovering back over you on the couch, not even guiding your face as he kissed your lips, humming into the contact.

The feeling of Jake's sloppy textured tongue against yours sent shivers down your spine, his hot breath doing nothing but heat up the warmth already present between your legs.

His heart pounded against his ribs as the kiss continued, his glasses eventually fogging up from how intense the contact was, compelling you to push him away for a seconds to remove his glasses, your own heart fluttering at his flushed demeanor.

“I need to touch you... r-right now,” you choked out breathlessly, not even bothering to cover your naked body now that the sheet was slipping to the floor.

It was a bit awkward at first, you'll admit, being completely naked while Jake was fully clothed. You grew tired of undressing him with your eyes and knew you had to do something about the issue throbbing behind his pants.

Before Jake could even respond, you were already pushing him back against the other side of the couch, his head plopping on the sofa arm with a gentle thud, fluffy brown locks framing his face.

The shadow of a smirk meddled over his handsome features as you eagerly yet patiently worked on unzipping his pants, the thick mound from his clothed hardness making your head spin.

There was really no point in taking things slow with him in this moment because its not like you two haven't already fucked each other before... only difference now was that it had been a while, so the nerves had built up—

“It's so red,” you remarked with a whisper, just having shimmed Jake's pants down enough for you to get his cock out, “does it hurt?”

“I'll let you know once you start touching it,” he let out with a relaxed breath, eyes once again focusing on the way you sat before him with your tits out on full display.

You took his comment as some sort of green light, gently taking his length in your grasp and pumping it in long, drawn out strokes.

His thighs were already trembling, hips grinding up into your first to gain a bit more friction.

“Fuck, stop teasing, ____,” he groaned with half-lidded eyes, wrapping his hand around yours to manually control the pace.

You let out a laugh at his neediness, swatting his hand away so you could take over again, “This is all apart of the foreplay, Jake... you know I'll be riding your cock properly before the night's out, anyways...”

Deep down, you were having just a little too much fun toying around with Jake right now, but given the sexually frustrated furrow of his eyebrows, you decided to be nice and just let him have you already.

Still pumping his shaft in your hand, you sat up on your knees to straddle him, lining up his tip with your entrance before letting your weight sink onto him, struggling to adjust to his size given how long its been since you took him.

A quiet curse fell from Jake's lips as he watched you wiggle past his mushroom tip, his veiny hands reaching forward to help you completely reach his pelvis.

You let out a shaky whimper at the sudden feeling of fullness, covering your mouth with the back of your hand to stop yourself from making any more pained sounds.

“There you go, pretty... nice and easy...” Jake cooed while still gripping the flesh of your hips, mostly because if he didn't, he would've started thrusting into you, “do you wanna stop?”

“N-no,” you practically blurted out, thighs still feeling tense despite how badly you wanted this with him, “I want you to make me cum again, Jakey... I can take it...”

Your words were like magic to his ears, his strong hand guiding your body against his as he left a tender kiss to your cheek before holding you in place, his dick moving in and out of you at a steady pace that escalated in a matter of seconds.

To be honest, you were shocked by Jake's adrenaline, your body already shaking beneath his arms as he held onto you tighter, grunting with each time your desperate walls clenched around him.

His balls bounced to the rhythm of his powerful thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin making you shut your eyes tightly in pleasure, whining frantically at the mix of sensations.

Your eyes started to sprout with tears, damping Jake's shoulder as he fucked against your g-spot, making it nearly impossible for you to hold in your delighted screams.

Pouring out a string of whiny moans, your body subconsciously moved with his hips, Jake catching on to your reactions rather quickly as he whispered a sultry “You like that, baby?” against your neck, your head nodding lazily as you looked into each other's eyes, right before your lips crashed into his. 

“I missed this so fucking badly, Jake... 'missed being this close to you,” you let out weakly, one of his thumbs going to wipe the tear of moisture sliding down your face as he kept rutting into you.

“I know, angel,” he panted, kissing you on the center of your lips before pulling back, his tip reaching the furthest its ever been inside your pussy as you rocked your hips against his, wobbly pleas of pleasure slipping past both your lips before you felt yourselves reach your peaks.

“Aww, f-f... shit,” you whined, Jake's hips still pivoting against you despite how strong the orgasm was, your thighs trembling as you felt your walls tighten around him.

“That's it, baby,” Jake cooed through heavy breaths, reeling out more of your pretty moans as he rode out your high for the last time, holding you close to him, “let it all out, angel...”

You let your legs relax, just as Jake sat himself up straight, delicate lips kissing along your jawline as he whispered against your skin, “Now you belong to me again…”

And there it was, two twisted souls basking in the very web of obsession the sewed together, a lost love blossoming yet again from a matter of stolen glances and a series of clandestine photographs bringing you back together again.

You internally yawned at the feeling of Jake's lips against you, his possessive words only making your heart sing as you reached down for the sheet, draping it over both your spent bodies...

“I've always been yours, Jake,” you smiled sincerely, ruffling the hair atop his head before falling back into his embrace, letting yourselves snuggle into the plush cushion of the couch, “even when you left me first...”

▹ Author's Note: This story is a work of fiction and does not intend to romanticize the harmfully obsessive behaviors described between the two characters. Real-life stalking is not okay my guys, so please, don’t be a sasaeng and instead seek healthy relationships !

▹ Perm Taglist ( 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 ) : @squoxle @wonbinisbabygurl @ashgonedash @yourmomscuntis2tighy @addictedtohobi @ot7sevenlvr

[icewons]

friends to lovers with jake … very long btw ..

pairing. bff idol!jake x non idol!yn ( gn!reader. )

synopsis. jake and yn have been best friends before enhypen debuted, as yn watched their one and only best friend live his dream, they started to notice one of jake’s bandmates, but jake does not like that yn’s attention is on someone else.

genre. fluff, bad humor, friends to lovers, confession, loser jake, um jake is very dumb here, kms jokes, swearing, smau / texting.

featuring. enhypen members, intak of p1h && ningning of aespa.

💌 — requests are open !!

FINISHED !!

💭 — i made this while on writers block and it was actually fun to make, if you have any requests, pls send them my way cuz i wanna do this again 😭 sorry its so long, i didnt want to make multiple parts. but i hope you enjoyed this anyway !! ty for reading. <3

kinda proof read, but i tend to miss things, so if theres a spelling error or anything, js ignore </3

tags : @enhaas @starchasing-cryptid @lavendersloane @academiq

idea by @wnyngz :3. tysm darling !!

[lcvclywon]

WHEN YOU CALL THEM OVER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

back to masterlist | maknae line version

warnings: kys/kms jokes, slightly suggestive if you squint for jakes part, cursing, mentions of periods, mentions of injury, reader uses “big fat” as an idiom

pairings: hyung line x female reader

thoughts frm yuya 💭 hello again!!!! first hyung line fic, maknae version coming soooonnnn ���🙏 anw more works in the process but currently slumped with studying for my finals so don’t know when they’ll be out yet TT hope y’all enjoy!!

LEE HEESEUNG ㅣ 이회승

more under the cut

PARK JONGSEONG ㅣ 박중성

SIM JAEYUN ㅣ 심재윤

PARK SUNGHOON ㅣ 박성훈

[fakeuwus]

UNDERSTAND | park jongseong smau (ongoing)

now playing ☾⋆⁺₊🎧✩°｡ understand by keshi

"maybe we could try, if you let me"

PAIRING: idol!jay x idol!yn (femreader)

SYNOPSIS: coming fresh off your debut, you get invited to be a part of the revival for the beloved variety show 'We Got Married'. what happens when you find yourself falling for your "husband", as he's the perfect partner on and off screen?

FEATURING: enhypen, son jiwoo, moon chanelle, choi jihyun, bang jeemin, + other idols!

GENRE: smau, crack(ish?) (its just me trying my best to be funny but i have the humor of a 12 y/o boy), fluff, angst, idol au, fake dating?

WARNINGS: suggestive jokes, suggestive content(just making out and lots of TENSION!), couple stuffs, will specify in chapters if needed, ignore timestamps and dates!!!

MESSAGE FROM NIC: ahh my first smau!!! sent this prompt to @enmayz on anon and now im bringing it to life :3 IM SO EXCITEDD it's my first smau and im getting the hang of things, so pls be nice!! feedback is always appreciated as well :D

TAGLIST: OPEN (send a ask or comment to be on it!)

PROFILES: worst group ever | ENHA ENHA ENHA

CHAPTER 1: ill choke you in your sleep

CHAPTER 2: we live in a Society . 😕

CHAPTER 3: that's not very pride month of u

CHAPTER 4: u mean *OUR girlfriend

CHAPTER 5: jay pookie nation???

CHAPTER 6: mentally physically weak .

CHAPTER 7: im a sensitive little fella

CHAPTER 8: the eyes chico, they never lie 😔

CHAPTER 9: bros got attachment issues idk!

CHAPTER 10: JAYYN NATION RISE

CHAPTER 10.5: see you loverboy!

CHAPTER 11: copium 💀

CHAPTER 12: omg i love jungkook sunbaenim

CHAPTER 13: eunchae... 😡😡😡😡😡😡

CHAPTER 14: call that idgafism

CHAPTER 15: ch*emin happend

CHAPTER 16: floppy disk or balls

CHAPTER 17: the dots are connecting...

CHAPTER 18: he's MENstruating

CHAPTER 19: —

CHAPTER 20: —

© fakeuwus 2023 do not repost, translate, or plagiarize

[thinemoonshine]

⋆ ˚｡𝒯𝐻𝒰𝑀𝒫! 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒿𝓊𝓂𝓅𝓈! ୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

enhypen 8th fem!member x hyung line content(s): angst(for heeseung’s but (y/n) puts him in his place), fluff, (y/n) rizzing the hyung line(unintentionally), cutesy members type: oneshot word count: 1842 (avg. of 461 words for each member)

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ synopsis: in which the hyung line’s hearts go THUMP! THUMP! in a fluttery way when (y/n) does a certain something ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

maknae line version

when she’s confident (l.hs)

this one can be general but to be exact, it’s when she acts like a complete girlboss—slaying the day and all that stuff. the type of confidence that’s sassy and teasing that contends with his own pride and tough facade. or in other simpler terms: putting him in his place.

“all i asked for was just a little help here and there because i’m exhausted. is that too much to ask for?” heeseung scoffs with a deep, discontented frown.

“is a ‘thank you’ too much to ask for?” (y/n) snaps back and the other’s gears seem to halt momentarily, not expecting her to talk back—with his own words, at that—considering how she’s always so patient.

he clears his throat but he’s not one to back down so easily. “that’s it? that’s the reason why you’re acting like a brat?”

his words cut her deeper than she thought it would and even for him, it’s harsh—coming out more abrasive than he meant it to be.

(y/n)’s glare sharpens and she slides the mug across the table to him. “make your own drink. i’ve had enough of you bossing me around.”

with that, her arms fall to her side before she turns to leave—until heeseung stops her. of course.

“HEY! don’t walk away from me! you think i’m gonna let you talk to me like that?? i’m older than you!”

(y/n) whips her head to him before stalking towards him instead. the same grim look on her face even when she stands close, chin almost touching his chest from their proximity. “so what? you’re older so it’s okay that you’re rude? you’re older therefore you deserve respect? nah… you gotta earn it. i figured you’d know this by now because you’re the wise old man.”

astonishment fills him at her mockery and heeseung resists from taking a step back at her bold confrontation, wanting to be as unyielding and fierce as she is—and yet another part of him wants to simply surrender and let her have her victory because dang, her temper is hot.

hot in which way? heeseung struggles with that too.

“oh, now you’re quiet,” she scoffs haughtily with a tilt of her head and her lips pulled to a scornful smirk. oh, how the expression makes him stagger ever so subtly. “you know, as much as i love your pretty voice, you’re better of like this if you’re just gonna use it to boss me around like a jerk.”

he knows she means it to taunt him. he knows that her ‘compliment’ is meant more of demeaning than it is praising—so why does he want to hear her say it again?

she takes another step closer, bodies almost touching and panic imbues more when his back presses against the wall.

her stare is intense, digging into his own so viciously, relentlessly, that he feels as if he’s laid bare upon her—secrets uncovered and he’s sure that she can see his vulnerability shining through. that is, if his palms tight against the white partition behind him and the occasional nervous licks of his bottom lip are not dead giveaways.

“seeing as you’re old enough as it is, i don’t think you’d need a babysitter to make your drink for you, hm?” she taunts with her voice light and airy, much too soft for the venom that drips through and the knowledge of that does something to him—ridding him of air.

he doesn’t remember thinking much, all he remembers is him automatically shaking his head and (y/n) shoving the mug to his chest before she strides away, followed by a slam of a door and now, a deafening silence.

heeseung leans limply as his chest rises dramatically at the deep inhale he takes before exhaling it just as thoroughly. putting his hand on the left side, his jaw tightens at the vehement beats of his heart and at the sudden recollection of (y/n)’s frigid, commanding tone and slicing glare he feels it skip a beat before it accelerates.

he shakes his head as his a rosy shade mantles his face, turning him as red as a tomato and it reaches the tips of his ears.

“crazy…” he mumbles to himself as the urge to make her mad at him once more occupies his head. it’s clear who prevails this time—and yet, he feels like he’s won something much better than what he bargained for.

spending time with him even during the mundanity (p.js)

jongseong absolutely adores and appreciates every moment he and (y/n) spend together. but what really gets to him is when she wants to spend her time together even for the most mundane of things—cooking, cleaning, having tea and crackers—all that everyday routine. there’s just something so heartwarming and touching about being domestic together.

“jayyy~” (y/n) sings as she skips through the corridor. jay smiles just from hearing her and turns to the girl—without losing focus on folding the last of their laundry—when she emerges.

“finished playing your game?” jay asks and slides the basket of neatly folded clothes to the side of the couch, smiling at (y/n).

the girl nods. “yup,” she casually says with a pop of the ‘p.’ her eyes glance at him who’s following her with his warm gaze before noticing the basket on the floor.

jay pulls his eyes away when she slips into the kitchen and starts playing his phone only to look back up just moments later when a hot drink gets quietly placed in front of him. his brows raise with surprise and confusion at (y/n) who wears a a small smile. “for me?”

“mhm. thought you’d want some,” she says and takes the space beside him. “biscuits?”

a warm, fuzzy sensation imbues and spreads from his chest to his limbs, like a drop of ink on plain fabric—colouring the dull, chalky cloth with bright hues. jay can’t stop the smile that spreads in his face, small dimple surfacing.

“thank you,” he bashfully says as he takes a cookie from her and lifts the mug to his cute, teeny lips—sneaking a side glance at the girl who sits while holding her mug on her knee, legs crossed and all.

despite his external silence, his head is loud with hopeful thinking of doing this again with (y/n). he’s already planning on making a hot drink for her first tomorrow, on buying more biscuits and crackers and cream buns—whatever it is to make her have this little tea time with him again. and again. and again and again and—basically what 2pm said.

when he’s her priority (s.jy)

jake absolutely adores it when (y/n) gives him her undivided attention. there are a lot of them in the group after all and it’s hard for her to focus on one when everyone’s talking, singing, dancing or pulling off whatever life-risking stunt there is.

so whenever he gets to have her all to himself, it makes him feel just a little bit smug and victorious.

“(y/n)~ play with my hair?” jake asks with a pout and bats his pretty eyes at her as he walks up to the girl who’s sitting criss-crossed on their living room as she watches the TV.

she chuckles and nods before going back to looking at the screen as he breaks out into a wide, happy grin—sitting down on the floor in front of her and melting instantly when he feels her fingers raking through his dark locks.

her motions are instinctive yet endearing—braiding and twirling his hair without so much as a glance—and her tenderness seeps through him. the soft tugs on his scalp is soothing, like a gentle massage and his eyes shut as they grow heavy.

“(y/n)~ can you help me with choosing a toy for maeum?” jungwon comes by and jake’s instantly alarmed. the apple in his throat bobs nervously as he dreads the idea of (y/n) leaving him—

“sorry, jungwon. i promised jake to do his hair so maybe, later?” (y/n) apologizes and wonnie looks down to his hyung. a small pout forms as he sees him getting pampered, suddenly wishing he grew out his hair so (y/n) will play with it.

but still, the leader digresses and flashes an assuring smile before leaving the two.

jake’s wide awake now. (y/n)’s rejection onto jungwon to stay with him, one and only sim jaeyun, being the main cause and he’s unable to stop the smile that stretches on his face—criss-crossed legs flapping up and down like the wings of the butterflies in his stomach as his heart knocks and gnaws violently against its cage.

“stop moving so much,” (y/n) chides playfully and jake giggles with a drawn out, chirpy “okay~”

the goofiest, cutest grin on his silly, gleeful face.

when she thinks of him even when he’s not around (p.sh)

“ooh! hoon would suit this!” (y/n) exclaims when she sees a keychain reminding her of sunghoon while out shopping in an en-o’clock episode. the said male member isn’t there since it’s her solo mission but once they watch it together, you better believe he’ll have a grin forming on his face.

a ticklish feeling occurs inside his chest like feathers have clogged up his lungs and are brushing his heart and he’ll turn to the girl who sits adjacent from him—though, separated by ni-ki and sunoo who sit between them. his smile broadens when he sees her looking at him as well.

one of his luxuriant dark brows raises at her, questioning or more exactly, endearingly teasing the girl for her little gesture that makes his chest tighten in a strangely enjoyable way and she’ll shrug with a cheeky smile. his lips part slightly, amused by her response before he turns back to the screen.

later on when the others aren’t around, he’ll bring it up again and even throws silly little jokes of “you missed me a lot, huh?” “can’t stop thinking about me, can you?” as he circles her in a controlled chaotic manner—like a little pup blocking her path.

or a cat who keeps brushing against your leg and will only stop either when they’re given a treat, or you trip and fall on your face.

“stop it!” she then giggles and he feels his joy doubling at hers, finally standing still as she fishes something out of her pocket. “here.”

dangling from her fingers is the keychain she mentioned in the en-o’clock episode they watched and sunghoon’s brows raise, eyes turn rounder and lips gaping slightly.

she actually got it for him.

“here you go. one and only for you,” (y/n) says and drops it onto his open palm.

“just me…” sunghoon mumbles much too quietly for her to discern and once again, he feels that same fluttery, sickeningly sweet feeling that both frees and squeezes his chest—if not stronger.

‘she thought of me,’ he thinks and lifts his gaze from the chain to her—ruffling her hair intensely and almost making a bird’s nest on her crown.

his fangs are showcased proudly as he beams, eyes upturning and charming chuckles rumbling.

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[im-yn-suckers]

bf!enha x latina!reader; how enhypen would be with a latina girlfriend! -pure fluff!- warnings; booty smacking, kissing, boobies

heeseung

bro loves ur boobs. most latinas have bigger chests (not me tho stay safe.) so when ure laying down, expect this goofvball to lay on your tits

would call you mami pt 1

along w titties, i feel like hed also like butts. like imagine ure standing in the kitchen and he comes up behind u, pinches ur butt, then backhugs you. like-

all latinas have very beautiful bodies, but if youre like a curvier one with a waist and thighs, bros on his knees.

jay

now we know bros a chef so hed def try andn make some foods from where ur from!!

adores everypart of you for sure!!

personall when someone says 'mi amor' it kinda cringes me out idk why. so if youre lkike me, hed def say it just to see u cringe

not related but would let you bite him ^^

jake

calls you mami pt2

butt lover pt 2

a lot of latinas looks really good in low rise jeans w the white outline(not me tho stay safe pt 2) yk eat im talking ant right. neway, bros on his kness pt2

will wear "i heart my hot latina gf" shirt

will go to a baile or like ur fams bday party and will be the one dragging you to dance

sunghoon

ngl this is hard. but hed for sure but u the flare pants bc all latinas look good in those. the forbidden pants are a big pass only bc the pattern

loves big booty latinas and will wear shirts that say it

latinas never admit they were wrong. and neither does he. good lucl fr

cant forget he loves kissing you bc the lips??? th full lips??? the plump lips??

sunoo

food lover!!! hed actually love all the food.

'baby do you have anymore of those chips' after eating an entire bag of takis (most latinas eat hot vheetos but hot cheetos are basic)

two psychotic hot ppl in love for sure

qnother one whi loves kissies >3<

jungwon

'babe, what does chinga tu madre mean?' only tellhim if he swears to use it apporpriately not just say it for fun ToT

yk those thread braclets with beads and charms on it. yea bro would wear it

will say youre crazy and when you freak *not all latinas are like this* hell def get scared

niki

another food one

calls you mami pt 3 "WHO IS THAT FINE ASS WOMAN STANDING RIGHT THERE"

butt lover pt 3 lays on your butt, squeezes your butt and smacks your butt.

tit lover pt 2 not in a sexual way. hed also lay on yout titties

eats hot cheetos with valentina w/o you

def calls you mi amor once again to cringe you out, bc he also cringes.

[jakesaverse]

ECHOES OF YESTERDAY | JAKE SIM

Synopsis: On her 21st birthday, Y/n wakes up overwhelmed by guilt and sorrow. It’s not just her birthday; it’s also the third anniversary of her high school boyfriend Jake’s tragic death. Surviving the accident that took Jake’s life, Y/n is haunted by memories of their love and the future they lost. In a moment of desperate longing, she makes a wish to see Jake again and is miraculously transported back in time to when Jake was alive. However, she finds that Jake now hates her, adding a new layer of pain and confusion. Determined to change his fate and earn his tolerance, she resolves to do everything in her power to ensure he escapes death this time.

Pairings: Jake x reader

Warnings: Lots of emotions just thrown out there; Jake being the biggest dick to y/n; it’s just a big blob of ups and downs.

Authors note: Hello! This is heavily inspired by "Lovely Runner" but with somewhat of a twist. This is my first time writing something like this, so please bear with me! Thank you!!

PREVIEW

Chapter 1: The Birthday Wish

Chapter 2: Haunting Present

Chapter 3: Save me

Chapter 4:

taglist: @belovedsthings @en-chantedtomeetyou @syazzzlisa @k1ttylvr @jaeyunpinkyring @dreamiestay @soobs-things @capri-cuntz @beomgyusimp @heelariously @thinkinboutbin @jyunsgf @lwavander @chaewonshoney @maliakealoha @addictedtohobi @welovechaes @shaniandme @chocminteu @lilyuwon @kgneptun @dojaejunging @binniesbabe @asteria-wood

[snghnlvr]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. / sim jaeyun

sim jaeyun x fem reader!

read part two here <3

synopsis : who knew there was something behind your relationship with the infamous smart guy at school? you had questions as to why jake likes you and chose you to be his girlfriend out of all people. soon, you found out the truth: by a bet.

includes : 1.5k | cursing (internally) | again with the one sided relationship sigh | i’m a SUCKER for angst so.. | jake is a loser and i would end myself if this happened irl | y/n you’re too nice :((

extra: olivia rodrigo is my mom , if i was y/n i would’ve slapped the shit out of jake but let’s not get too physical here eh?? :] , i haven’t seen much jake angst (because he’s the most loving human ever??? he would NEVER ever do something like this) so here i am… :D

likes, comments, and reposts are very much appreciated <3

[below the cut]

“thanks for making me get $100, babe”

you look up from your seat to see your boyfriend, jake holding a $100 bill between his index and middle fingers. he sent you a wink which already made you blush like crazy but then you slowly processed the words.

what?

“what?” your expression dropped. you looked at jake, waiting for a response for what he meant.

“i said,” he planted his two hands in front of his desk, staring down at you with his beautiful eyes of his. you stared back with nothing but confusion in your eyes.

“thanks for letting me have $100 sweet cheeks.” jake’s lips curved up. he slowly leaned towards your cheeks, pecking them before proudly looking down at his cash.

that little nickname he gave you made your hearts do back flips as usual.

you stood still before replying, “what do you mean? you used me?”

you’ve liked jake ever since he was in the school’s soccer team since sophomore year. he’s popular for his smartness, his godly visuals, his amazing personality of his that steals the hearts of girls, and his talents.

your introverted personality of yours didn’t dare to make a move on jake. you were undoubtedly shy and didn’t like social interaction very much. all of the girls were in line to ask him out and directly confess their love to him, but you didn’t. you weren’t in line, you were just observing him from the side, mentally noting what he likes, didn’t like, what topics he likes to talk about and many more.

the only proof that you like him was through a little post it note you had on your desk before leaving to go to cafeteria.

sim jaeyun <3

was all you’ve written in pink in your yellow post it note. you haven’t told anyone, even your closest friend for you would be afraid of the public teasing that would soon eventually let the whole school know you like jake.

five months, he suddenly asked you out because he thought you were the “most beautiful girl i had ever laid eyes on but was scared to make a move”, quoted by sim jake himself.

at first you didn’t question it as to why he randomly asked you out.

you remember that day, you were blushing like crazy, heart almost ripping out of your rib cage, and you had all sorts of scenarios and activities both you and jake can do because both of you are in a relationship.

well, were in a relationship.

“yeah.” your thoughts were interrupted when jake responded with a heartless tone. “i admit that you were cute when you bought me gifts, but either than that,

i’ve never liked you.” his tone was monotonous.

is that why i reminded him of my birthday? is that why i reminded him of our monthsavrie? when my classes end? is that why i was the first to everything? good morning texts?

thinking about your past memories where you felt the most happy with jake,

was all just an act. just for the damn $100 dollars.

jake being the first one to hold your hand whenever both of you met, even if it’s a minute in the hallways or meeting after school ended, him being the first to notice you shivering and toss you his hoodie even if he was cold, him volunteering to help you study your subjects even if it’s 2am, him wiping your lips with his soft fingers from eating ice cream, him listening to your rants and sobs whenever your parents fight late at night, and always looking at you with nothing but love and admiration you believed,

all an act?

you lowered your head, trying to contain your proper breathing and trying not let your tears fall down. you exhaled, closing your eyes.

“who asked you?”

jake’s face slightly clenched when seeing your eyes filled with rage yet tears threatening to spill out. “who asked you for the bet?” you asked once again but with a firm tone. you didn’t break eye contact. you were thinking of his friends he always hung out with, park sunghoon, yang jungwon, lee heeseung, and many more but you felt like these people - your best friends as well - would never hurt you like that.

instead of being sad and running away, you’re staring at your ex boyfriend with bitterness. the loving stare you’ve had towards jake was rather replaced as if he’s your enemy. yeah, you’ve been backstabbed.

“does it matter?” jake tilted his head, shrugging it off. “what matters is i got my money.” he flicked his bill right in front of your face, his tongue peaking when he mockingly smiled at you.

you glanced at the dollar and then back at jake.

“did i mean nothing to you?” you asked, your thoughts suddenly spilling from your lips. “was our relationship nothing to you?” a tear spilled out of your eyes. seconds later, multiple of them were easily sliding down your cheeks.

you stood up from your seat, looking directly into jake’s emotionless eyes. “did you have fun playing with my feelings? did you enjoy taking my likeness towards you as an advantage? were your friends having fun hyping us up whenever we were around them? did you at least have some fucking sympathy for me!?”

after screaming, you looked down. you were going crazy. literally.

“god, y/n calm down. you’re embarrassing me, lower your volume.” jake crinkled his nose, eyes wandering around to see if there was anyone near the both of you.

despite not looking at him, you can hear the annoyance in his tone and the rolling of his eyes whenever you guys argue. he would call you “overdramatic.”

“fine.” you gulped before looking at him. you imagined yourself as a crying mess. it’s like every argument you had, jake would not cry, but you were.

you had to contain yourself to not let your emotions overwhelm you, but it’s hard right now.

you just got used for money.

“i hope that $100 dollar bill reminds you how much of a shitty person you are.” you grabbed your book bag and ran for your life.

out of that suffocating room.

i can’t believe it, you thought.

he’s a bitch he’s a bitch why is he a bitch!? why did he choose me!? why did he hurt me? i did nothing but .. love him and be there for him.. what did i do to get treated like this??

your chest hurts like shit, you can’t breathe, you can’t think properly, all you wanna do is to hide forever and never face jake the following monday at school. you wanted to go anywhere. anywhere but be in a room with him, sim jaeyun.

god, love is fucking embarrassing as hell.

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YEAHHH jake angst drabble🕺 idk how to feel this one as i can’t imagine jake doing such a thing :(( but we need a change don’t we ? i hope you enjoyed it!! thank you for reading!! ❣️

[okwonyo]

── ꒰੭ PASSENGER PRINCESS｡｡｡ 𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎�� 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒, 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒.

엔하이픈 제이크 ᆼᆽᆼ fluff established relationship ୨୧ female reader kissing skinship 18OO ( ℰ )

OO1. PICKING HER WITH A CAR, FLOWERS AND A NEW HAIRCUT.

you are going to kill jake.

no, seriously. after not seeing him for a whole month, he doesn’t take the time to walk to your apartment’s building, take the elevator and knock at your door like a true gentleman. instead, has the audacity to ask you to come down to the parkinglot. which is ridiculous, given the fact that he doesn’t even own a car or a driver’s licence to begin with.

it is your eleventh date with him, the fact that you always had to walk or take a cab to attain the wanted location was already a major turn off. but how he always asked you if you wanted him to give piggyback you ride and his beautiful smile made you forget about it pretty quickly. he always walked by side of of the road, held your chair for you, draped his jacket on your shoulders on the way back home and whispered a ‘goodnight’ before leaving. the last time you saw him, he kissed you on the mouth for the first time and you wonder if it was enough to not make any efforts anymore.

alas, the sight of him killed you instead. his posture, his brand new long hair falling on his left eye, the car you didn’t care enough to know the brand of next to him, your favorite flowers in his hands, the gentle smile he was wearing, they all took your breath away.

still, you walked towards him with an annoyed look and arms crossed. you spoke before he could give you a kiss, his cologne feeling your sense as leaned he in, “did you make me walk all the way here just to show off your new cab?”

he only giggled gently, “this is a cab, pretty girl,” his breath brushes against your lips, his eyes lingers on them.

your eyes widen, accepting the flowers he gives to you with your mouth agape, “i-is this your car?”

his soft lips presses against yours before he says anything. humming against your lips as an answer, he gently holds the back of your head during the kiss. the butterflies in your stomach makes you forget to ask him what really matters, does he even have a driver liscense?

OO2. HOLD THE DOOR FOR HER.

after giving you a few more pecks, because he always pains to pull away from your taste, you realize you shouldn’t have suspected his gentleman tendencies.

“so,” he starts, his soft voice echoing in your ears, your heart, your soul. he puts his palm on the top of his car, “d’ya like it?”

your eyes are too focused staring at his face to even acknowledge what he is taking about. whether he is talking about his long hair or new hoodie is behind you. like a piece of art, you contemplate the man before you for what feels like an hour but it is not enough. god, you want to stare at him until you can recreate every single part of him with your eyes closed. he seems to want that too. jake stares right back at you, from up to down, biting his lips as he usually does.

“hm?” he shifts his position, snapping you back to reality.

you look between the car and him a few times, panicked by the sudden reality whiplash, “u-uh, yeah,” you nod frenetically, though, you don’t know if you are talking about his brand new car or him.

the latter chuckles softly, it makes you blush. his fingers slide from from the top of the vehicle to the car’s wrist. he made sure to stand right next to the passenger’s side, just so he could open the door for you. he presents you the sit with his free hand while he opens the door.

“then get in, princess,” that’s a new one. you snort, trying to hide your fluster.

OO3. PUTTING ON HER BELT FOR HER (AND GIVE HER A KISS).

the cool car’s air embraces your skin perfectly, you get in without much difficulty, although the huge flower bouquet is a bit of a bother.

your body soothes into the comfortable seats. it’s comfy, you feel like falling asleep right then and there. alas, the loud sound the car’s door makes prevents you from doing so.

jake runs to the other side of the car, accompanied by your laughter as you watch him doing so. he sits on the driver’s sit and give you a cute smile before putting on his belt, which reminds you of doing the same.

you fidget on your seat, trying to find a way to do it with the bouquet in your hands. it’s no easy, you don’t want to put it on the floor and is too scared to just hold it in between your thighs.

thankfully, jake notices your struggle, offering you his hand, “give me that,” he tells you.

delicately, he takes off his belt, then the flowers in his hands and put them on the back seats. after making sure the flowers won’t fall on the floor, he leans towards you, reaching for the belt next to you. he clips it without much efforts and you watch him with a soft smile growing on your face.

he kisses you again, against his lips you whisper, “thank you,” he mutters something about how there is nothing to thank him for.

OO4. PROTECT HER WHEN THERE IS A SPEED DUMP

if you concentrate on the road hard enough, your mind can erase the thought of jake’s veins bulging as he holds the cartwheel tightly, his rolled up sleeves showing off his arms perfectly.

you decide to focus on the cars driving next to you, they go fast and almost make you nauseous, but it’s a price to pay for not losing your sanity over your boyfriend’s arms. unfortunately for you, spending most of your time together staring at his hands makes it easy for your brain to recreate them behind your closed eyes. his fingers brushing over the fabric, his hands gripping on the cartwheel for dear life, his veins popping out everytime he holds too tight, it’s all so clear in your mind.

whoever is ruling the universe doesn’t want you to forget about it either, there would be no reason for one of his arms to appear in front you the moment you look away from your dear window either way. your gaze walks on his skin, from his nails to his shoulder, studying every inches meticulously before finally stopping at his face.

the car bumps underneath the both of you. jake’s face has a serious expression on his face and endearment fills your heart when you realize that he is trying to protect you from the speed bump. he’s such a dork.

OO5. PUT YOUR HAND ON HER THIGH.

the sight of his hands is nothing compared to the feeling of his hand on you. you can feel heat running through your whole body when he lets his hand fall on your thigh, so naturally, so gracefully, as if it was just meant to be here.

“you okay?” he questions you, voice soft, his head snaps to yours quickly before going back to the facing the road.

his hands moves to your right thigh to the left one, delicately. it stays there, burning through your skin, sinking into your flesh, melting in your bones and flooding in your blood. his hand flexes as he gives you a gentle squeeze, his thumb rubs again your muscle and you are so close from screaming.

he continues to do the same with his thumb until you answer to his question, “y-yeah,” is all you can manage to say back, going back to admiring the car’s trajectory next to you as if jake didn’t change your life’s one.

OO6. KISS HER DURING A RED LIGHT (COMPLIMENT HER TOO).

pressing your lips together, you look up, silently praying for your blushing to not be too obvious.

you don’t understand how jake went from holding the cartwheel as if his life depended on it to holding it with one hand nonchalantly just for the sake of having you beneath at least on of his hand.

his warmth melts into yours, you can feel his palm getting sweaty as the time goes back, two songs play from the beginning to the end and one more gets to start before moves. his touch is missed by your whole being immediately. the ghost of his skin put on yours still remains as well as the pink shade on your cheeks does.

the car stops and jake’s fingers are back on you. this time, it’s on your chin to turn your face to his. the sensation of his mouth on yours is enough to make fireworks explode in the very pit of your stomach. flustering your eyes close, you fall into him like you always do.

he smiles against your mouth, your teeth collide, “you are beautiful,” he affirms before pulling away.

OO7. OPEN THE DOOR FOR HER (AGAIN).

after he goes back to driving again, you take a deep breath and the car ride goes by. you talk about the few weeks you weren’t together for most of it.

“why didn’t you tell me that you were taking driving classes?” you ask him, with a teasing smile, “i thought you didn’t want to see me anymore.”

jake let out a dramatic gasp, “after that kiss?” he huffs. you remember how giggly he was after your first time kissing each other. “you’ll have to surgically remove my hips from yours,” it’s like a weight is taken off your shoulders the moment the words leave his mouth. “i wanted to surprise you.”

you coo, reaching for one of his cheeks with your index finger. he smiles when you poke it, “you are so cute.”

instead of responding he turns his head to you with a adorable grin, his arm find the back of your seat as he looks behind him. you admire his side profile with your head leaned against the cushion as if you were day dreaming. his neck seems biteable, perfect for you lips to kiss and your teeth to sink in. you could talk about his nose for hours, really, days long even.

it even brushes over yours when he finally finishes parking, going back to his normal position before undoing his belt. the man gets out of the car in a rush and you watch him run to your side like he did moments ago. you laugh when he opens the door, with no breath at all.

he offers you his hand to hold, “for you, m’lady,”

you take off your belt before holding his hand. carefully, he gets your out of the car. his eyes drags on your form when you finally stand in front of him, he makes you twirl, studying your outfit while you giggle.

jake pulls you close, gently, kissing you again. this is going to be a good night.

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❛　엔하이픈 ⋆ f!r + profanity, fluff, && 1399 wc ( 𝒞ATALOGUE !)

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 - physical touch

heeseung wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder as he sways you gently. you giggle, leaning back into him, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. "you’re so clingy today," you tease, but you don’t move away. his hands slide down to your waist, pulling you even closer. "can’t help it, princess," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "i just wanna hold you forever." you turn in his arms to face him, your hands resting on his chest. "i wouldn’t mind that," you reply, your eyes locking with his. heeseung smiles, leaning in to brush his lips against yours. "good," he breathes, "because i’m not letting you go."

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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐀𝐘 - acts of service

"baby, you don't have to do that," you say, watching jay carefully fold your laundry. he just grins at you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "i want to," he replies softly. "you've had a long day, let me take care of you." he continues folding, making sure each piece is perfect. "you're too good to me," you mumble. jay finishes the last shirt and pulls you into his arms, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "i love you," he murmurs, holding you close. "taking care of you makes me happy.

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 - quality time

"hey, let's go for a walk," jake suggests, his hand reaching out to yours with a soft smile. you glance at him, surprised but touched by the offer. "a walk? just the two of us?" you ask, and he nods eagerly. "yeah, just us, babe. i miss spending time with you," he admits, squeezing your hand gently. you both step outside. jake talks about his day, and you find yourself smiling at how he would be so excited to talk with you. "this is nice," you say softly, leaning into him as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. "yeah, it is," jake agrees, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "i just love being with you, no matter what we're doing."

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 - physical touch

you’re sitting on the couch, feeling the weight of the day on your shoulders when sunghoon quietly slips in beside you. “hey, come here,” he whispers, pulling you into his arms without a second thought. you melt into his embrace. ���you okay, baby?” he asks, his hand gently running up and down your back in slow, comforting strokes. you nod, but he knows better, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “i’m here, alright? just relax,” he murmurs, his fingers threading through your hair as you lean into him.

[heeseung64]

GOAL!

in which shy guy jake accidentally cusses out a stranger for making him late to soccer practice, sooner realising that it wasn't just him drenched in the smell of faded coffee beans that morning practice.

STRANGERS TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS! WHOLESOME, SLIGHT ANGST, FLUFF! COMEDY, SMAU

contents.

0. JAKE/YN PROFILES

1. LAPS.

2. OH?

𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏..

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[cupidriki]

⌞BRING ME BACK TO EARTH! ⌝ ⤷ Heeseung was a confident guy during his college days. He had a charismatic personality that made him popular among his peers, and he was accustomed to getting what he desired. But there was one thing that he craved more than anything else - you. Despite his cocky demeanor, he was willing to do whatever it took to make you his own.

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#thats freaky

As Heeseung strolled through the bustling hallways of his campus, time seemed to stand still as his gaze came to rest upon you.

As soon as he realized that you had caught him looking, he quickly snatched up his phone and hurriedly left the room.

⌞ love at first sight. ⌝ .ᐟ

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[rkvriki]

— being interrupted by the other members ! (hyung line)

hello everyone !

my first post !! i hope you enjoy it, i'm still not good at writing but im trying my best to improve, also english isn't my first language so there might be grammar errors :) i will also be making a maknae line one !!

make sure to leave feedback my asks are open and so is my inbox so let's talk !!

WARNINGS ! contains suggestive themes but not smut (heeseung and jake), swearing, it's proofread but might have grammar errors.

note; this was inspired by @delcakoo !!

word count: 2k !

LEE HEESEUNG !

heeseung would straight up get annoyed at whoever doesn't even care to knock or whatever.

you two would be hanging out in his dorm after he came from tour. he was missing you a lot and today was the perfect day, since the others were all out, either at the movies or visiting family or friends.

the two of you were in his room, each playing on a laptop. you were finally having the kartrider match that heeseung said he would win after being a sore loser for losing to you at mario kart (in front of the other boys 😟)

you were going at it for almost 2 hours and always found yourselves in a tie. 

“ heeseung can you just accept that i am literally better than you at this and move on, please?”

“it’s bold of you to assume I would ever, in my life, admit that.” he said, focusing on the game again. you rolled your eyes at his statement, asking yourself again why you were dating him.

sighing, you kept playing, and even though you were tired of playing, you would never let him win obviously, you’re not gonna let your ego get hurt, like who would ever do that.

another round was over and you won again. 

“see, heeseung give up, honey, i'm no weak bitch and you will never beat me.” you said smirking and stretching yourself in your place. 

heeseung looked at you with an annoyed expression, quickly changing it to a smirk. you raised your brow at that, before he spoke.

“then let’s do this. you sit on my lap while you play and let’s see who wins, ok?” you rolled your eyes at his suggestion but accepted it anyways (like who would even refuse 🤒 i would fold so quickly for this man)

you were in the second lap of the game when you felt hee’s hand sliding up your thigh, while the other played skilfully. 

you tried focusing but you were quickly letting your mind drift to other things aka your boyfriend’s touch.

his hand started going upwards on your thigh, grabbing the skin there, making you squirm.

“look that’s not fair, hee!” you said pouting while still trying to play.

heeseung stopped playing completely, grabbing you and laying you on his bed.

he looked into your eyes, making you look away and covering your cheeks in a soft red tint.

he grabbed your face while hovering over you, admiring your features before kissing your lips softly. you put your hands on his cheeks, deepening the kiss, while he separated your lips with his tongue, making you feel your cheeks getting warmer. 

his hands started roaming under your shirt caressing your soft tummy.

that was until the door banged open against the wall, revealing a loud jungwon.

“hyung we brought- oh”

heeseung took his lips from yours looking at jungwon who was like 🧍‍♂️ by the door.

“jungwon get the hell out before i make you lick the toilet.” heeseung told jungwon who quickly mumbled a sorry and closed the door then going back to whatever he was up to.

justice for my man pls 😞

PARK JONGSEONG !

jay is just so used to being annoyed that he would just tell whoever to fuck off

like you two would be just hanging out in the han river sat in a towel you two brought, while eating the homemade meal jay made with so much love just for you (i'm getting delulu)

you were just enjoying the soft breeze going through your hair that was also refreshing, not too cold, not too warm, the perfect date for you guys.

the sun was hitting jay’s face just perfectly and you couldn’t help but grab your phone, snapping a quick pic of him looking so handsome.

that’s your man!!

you smiled to yourself going back to eating peacefully.

after you both ate, you cleaned everything up before laying down and cuddling with each other.

“was the food good?”

“it was perfect, thank jongseong-ie.” you told him pecking his lips a few times and smiling softly at him, making his lips stretch his lips into one and his eyes grow in two crescent moons, making him look adorable.

you laid your head on his chest as you two talked for a while. 

you two fell in a comfortable silence, now sitting down next to each other, appreciating the view before your eyes, just admiring the simple things that made others so unique.

you felt jay’s eyes on the side of your face, you looked at him, making him smile ever so softly ( i can’t take it anymore pls 😫).

as you were leaning into each other, you started listening to familiar voices into the distance.

“OMG aren't that jay and y/n??”

“what?? where? OH- YES it’s them, let's say hi!!”

you separated from each other making jay roll his eyes as he saw niki and jake run in your direction.

“hey y/n!!! we haven’t seen each other in such a long time!!! what a coincidence!” niki said running to hug you and sitting down next to you.

“yeah, should keep it that way.” jay mumbled quietly.

“hyung stop being such a party pooper you should be happy to see your beloved friends.” niki said, rolling his eyes making you laugh at the interaction between the two boys.

“it’s ok, jay. i won’t mind hanging out with them just for a while, we have plenty of time.”

jay looked at you with a dumbfounded expression not believing his own partner was betraying just like that.

one like, one piece for jay 🙏

SIM JAEYUN !

jake would honestly just be chill like that  🤙

you two would be in his bed at the dorms watching whatever show was playing in the background because, honestly, neither of you were paying attention, rather focused on other things.

you both were making out in his bed, with you straddling his lap with his hands holding your hips in place (pick me, choose me.)

the room was filled with the sounds of your lips touching.

you were kissing each other without a single care in the world. just focusing on the feeling of your tongues brushing against each other so hungrilly, making both of you let out quiet sounds.

“jake…” you said backing up from his lips, but he went straight to attacking your neck with kisses and soft bites (ksdfafjv)

“jake, the movie…and the others might come in…” you tried telling him to stop but honestly you didn’t want him to stop.

“don’t worry about that, right now. just focus on me yeah?”

interrupting your thoughts, jake’s lips found their way back into your, making you forget about whatever you were worried about.

your mind was blank just filled with jake and his sweet tongue.

jake jake jake jake jake jake (same honey, same)

jake’s hand started making their way underneath your shirt just softly caressing your stomach and keeping his hands there but the door suddenly opened, and heeseung made his way into the room, stopping in his tracks, when he finally took a look at what you were both doing.

you tried backing away from jake, but he put his hand behind your head, not letting you stop kissing him.

“uuhh…” heeseung said, still in his spot, rubbing the back of his neck while looking at his feet, because suddenly they were the most interesting thing in the world.

jake finally pulled away looking at heeseung like nothing was going on.

“hi hyung, you need something?” he said, smiling softly at him while you were still on top of him and his hands were still inside your shirt.

“umnh…yeah?? i was looking for my green shirt, maybe you have it??” heeseung asked, avoiding looking jake in the eyes.

“oh yeah, i think i left it inside my closet check it there.” he told the older boy while pointing to the said closet.

right after that, his lips found his way back to yours again, like heeseung wasn't in the room.

said man made his way over to the closet, almost tripping in his way, since he was trying to look everywhere but you two.

making a go fund me to buy heeseung new eyes 😕

PARK SUNGHOON !

sunghoon would get shy when somebody would catch him being a simp for you.

you two were in the dorm in the shared dressing room where skin care and makeup stuff were. 

you saw other people on tik tok making their partners makeup and you wanted to try on your princess aka sunghoon (he is such a babygirl, prove me wrong)

“sunhoonie…” you slowly started already hinting you wanted something from him.

“yeah princess? need anything?”

“so you know… there’s this thing going on tik tok an-”

“no.”

“sunghoon plea-”

“no.”

“oh come on, won’t you do it for me, pretty please??” you tried, giving the best puppy eyes you could.

“y/n, i already made my decision and i won’t go back.”

“ok, then i think it will be fine if i told the other guy about when we were in the pool and you pee-”

“OK! STOP THERE PLEASE!” he said almost screaming looking around as if someone might be listening.

you smiled innocently at him, getting up and grabbing his hand already leading him to where you were, in the dressing room, for more than 20 minutes now.

“OW- y/n it’s the third time you poke me with that stupid brush, can you just get over with it??” you rolled your eyes at him, somebody help you with your whiny boyfriend.

“sunghoon, stop whining and let me do my job goddammit!!” (annoying mf fr)

he just sighed, closing his eyes again, feeling the brush run over his eyelids again.

hoon was just hoping no one would enter the room and caught him lacking 🙏

“hoon, choose a color please!!” you showed him three lip tints in your hand, holding them with a huge smile. 

sunghoon resisted the urge to roll his eyes and picked a red-ish color. you smiled at his pick, making him smile at you because you were so cute.

you slowly swiped the lip brush against his lips tinting them in a red that fits him just perfectly.

you took a step back, admiring how pretty he looked with his almost finished look.

“now this! this will make you the prettiest princess!” you said taking something he couldn’t tell from your makeup bag.

“close your eyes, omg you're so not good at this sunghoon!!!”

he closed his eyes, making them flutter slightly, and you took a second to appreciate his pretty feature smiling at how pretty he actually is.

going back to work. you open the container of liquid eye glitter applying it under his eyes and brushing some in his eyelids making his eyes shimmer .

“ok!! i'm done now!!!”

sunghoon opened his eyes taking off his headband that was holding his bangs, letting them fall on his forehead slightly covering his eyes.

“you look so pretty omg hoonie!!” you said clapping your hands admiring your hard work

just as he was about to comment his looks

“OMG EVERYONE COME SEE THIS” 

he looked at the door and saw sunoo with his phone already up capturing pics of this precious moment.

“GO AWAY SUNNO I SWEAR-”

“OMG HYUNG YOU LOOK SO BABYGIR-” niki said but sunghoon interrupted him by throwing your make up brush at him.

“sunghoon my brush!!”

pray for my #1 babygirl 😞 🙏

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[stariikis]

enhypen as dangerous woman songs

pairings ; ot7_enha x fem!reader genre ; fluff/angst, established r/s warnings ; idk where i was going with this but i love ari!

into you — heeseung ✰

𔓘 so name a game to play, and i'll roll the dice ₊˚⊹꒷

sometimes you're not so sure if heeseung is denying you his time on purpose. he doesn't spend his late nights lying in bed together with you. rather, he's hiding in ni-ki's room, either gaming (very loudly) or chatting until the early morning. you don't really know what's so secretive, but you were turned away the moment you tried to enter. however, a week later, you're given the reason as to why he has been avoiding you. riki shoves you into a room with a teasing look and raise of his eyebrows, and reveals heeseung with a bunch of daisies in his hands. he signals for you to tiptoe and kisses you. "happy.." he counts adorably on his fingers, "ten month anniversary!"

be alright — jay ✰

𔓘 but the hard times are golden, cause they all lead to better days ⋆⑅˚₊

perhaps living the celebrity life along with jay isn't the best thing you should be doing for yourself. you shouldn't be feeling drained every single time you step outside with him. shouldn't be paranoid to even spot him in public. but for some odd reason, you are, and it unsettles you. even though jay notices this discomfort and tries to ease it with a steady presence near you, it's still not enough. after this goes on for a while, and the gap between you starts to increase, you begin to wonder whether he really means it when he says 'everything's going to be alright'. what if it's not?

dangerous woman — jake ✰

𔓘 somethin' bout you, makes me feel like a dangerous woman ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊

there's something about being able to read jake inside out that thrills you to the core. you know exactly what he's searching for when he enters the room with a confused look plastered over his face. you know exactly what he's thinking when you share a pointed look across a table. so, when he takes a step into the dance studio with tired eyes yet a gleeful smile to be able to see you, you know what he wants. "you are sooo pretty, love," he murmurs, giggling and coming up close to you. there's a small twinkle in his eyes - tempting you to lean in closer to his touch. embrace him like he wants you to. "how's the recording for your cover song going?" you tease him by refusing to acknowledge the kiss he clearly wants. he knows the tricks you're playing, though, grinning and pushing you away. you mimic his voice. "i don't think i'm okayy~" he just laughs and kisses you.

moonlight — sunghoon ✰

𔓘 i never knew you could hold moonlight in your hands, 'till the night i held you ⋆⭒˚｡

does sunghoon not strike you as someone who would cradle you on the balcony at midnight? you would hold your breath, hardly daring to shatter the serenity you both have created. sunghoon's hands around your waist are like a weight of knowledge. knowing that he's right here, after bashfully shooing the other members away. knowing that he could be spending his time on other things he loves, but he chooses you. it has only been you. he turns his head and gazes at you as if nobody else in this world knows him but you. nobody knows him for the spectacular skating shows he's put on growing up. nobody knows him for the attractive face that complements his talents. nobody but you.

sometimes — sunoo ✰

𔓘 cause we're collecting moments, tattoos on my mind ⋆ ˚.⋆୨୧˚

never before have you found someone quite like sunoo. isn't it just so unusual to have a relationship last so long, in this time and era? the notorious 'three-month-rule' isn't even relevant to the slightest in your books. it's been a good three years at most, and there has never since been a waver of certainty towards how much love your boyfriend has for you. as the years go by, anniversaries, birthdays and holidays pass along with them. sunoo doting on you remains constant and consistent, no matter the date. flowers, cards and late night bus rides become significant - come to life, rather, but only when you're with sunoo. you'll never let him go.

thinking bout you — jungwon ✰

𔓘 oh, i don't have you here with me, but at least i have the memory ⋆⭒˚.⋆

you tug your knees closer to your chest, aching grief stabbing you harder than you ever thought it would. you never knew it would hit so hard, all in a frenzy-like rush as you took one glance at a picture of him and broke down. when he walked out the door, promising you he would put on a stunning show just for your sake, you never expected it to hurt so much when you realised he was gone. he may not be gone for long, but you miss him. the only chance now for you to see him is through a screen, on your late night private calls, or, the performances at various concerts he vowed to devote to you. you can practically hear him cry when he slides to the centre with a flourish, yn, this is for you!

greedy — ni-ki ✰

𔓘 i ain't talking money, i'm just physically obsessed *ੈ✩‧₊˚

sometimes riki doesn't explicitly say or show it, but you know that he knows that you're the best he's ever had. it's in the way he looks at you when you slip your hand into his, in the way you can practically hear his heartbeat jumping to the roof when you lay on his chest. because in what universe would nishimura riki be soft towards anyone, much less the person he loves the most in the entire world? the more he loves the more he acts like one's biggest hater. he's funny, you think, when he whines as you step one inch out of his reach. he's a living, breathing contradiction of himself. "i hate you so much."

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