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[enhyqenn]

❝ the cost of it all ❞ — TEASER

pairing. angel!ni-ki x demon!fem!reader

genre. short story, slow-burn, friends-to-enemies-to-lovers, fantasy, supernatural

summary. after nearly a decade of war, lord satan is forced to turn over a daughter as collateral for his crimes, paying a debt for the betrayal of his trust with the malakim. but as death seeps into the glass castle once again, reopening once-mended scars amongst the sky kingdom, allegiances begin to rub raw and old relationships flourish with the necessity for survival.

wc. 0.8k | taglist. open

note. posting this to come back from my year-long hiatus (lol) this is apart of @emeraldenha 's UNLIKELY collab! i highly recommend checking it out :)

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inhaling deeply, you sunk into your chair and smoothed down the imaginary wrinkles on your dress. fuck, you mentally cursed, itching to rub at your face. you had forgotten that the seven brothers each had a set of their own powers.

settling on fiddling with the chain around your neck, you observed your surroundings with a frown and met the stares of watching eyes.

“i don’t think glaring at them will cause them to burst into flames. your powers are nullified in here,” riki stated. his presence hadn’t startled you, and you had a small feeling that it was because some part of you knew he would show at the absence of his father.

resting your chin on a hand, you merely said, “i’m aware.”

he took the seat to your right. “then why do you look like you’re trying to light everyone in this room on fire?”

“because,” you started, tilting your head to look at him, “it’s fun. i like watching as they squirm and writhe. it makes me feel more powerful than i am.”

riki’s brows raised as he crossed an ankle over his knee. “we’re the only two people in this room dressed in black. people stare at us as we walk past. shouldn’t that make you feel powerful enough?”

“no,” you scoffed, letting your hand fall back to your side as you stared at him. “my definition of power seems to be very different from yours, nishimura.”

“it was always different,” riki said smoothly.

ouch.

mouth drawn in a tight line, you kissed your teeth, gaze sliding from him to the archangel now standing on the dais. seven identical thrones accompanied the king’s, the new seats all filled except one.

the crowd grew silent as someone tapped a spoon against a wine glass.

“greetings,” the king said with a sickening smile, his wings extended behind him in a subtle display of power. “oh, how i have waited for this moment, to welcome you all here to the castle on the occasion of good news.”

good news? you thought, eyes flashing to riki. his face heeded no information on whether he knew what this was about or not.

the king continued, his white hair shining under the chandelier light, making it appear silver. “here, in this ballroom, we have a very special guest among us. now, she has already made her appearance through an array of deviant actions, but i think her company here could bring us great benefit, wouldn’t you all agree?”

if every person in the room wasn’t already staring at you post entrance, they definitely were now.

your throat closed up at the sudden urge to vomit all over the tile flooring, and you swallowed down lingering anxiety as you stared at the king. you were almost certain that even though the wards around the room nullified your powers, your irises had turned a dark shade of red.

the monarch up front continued to talk, but the words started to slur together as blood thrummed in your ears. this is bad, you thought, forcing yourself to remain dormant in your chair. sudden applause erupted in the room, and someone grabbed your shoulder.

“what?” you heard yourself snap, eyes flicking to riki, who was now getting to his feet.

he nodded toward his father, dark hair falling past his ears, as his mouth curved into an amused smirk. he extended a hand. “dad requires your presence.”

blinking up at him, your mind shadowed with a haze as you stood slowly, ignoring his offered palm. squaring your shoulders, heels clacking on the marble with each step, you weaved through the crowd—riki right behind you—and forced your face to become unreadable. all eyes were on you, and while it wasn’t necessarily a foreign concept, you felt small. like a child hesitantly approaching its furious father.

“ah, there she is,” the king said, watching with a smile that made your stomach twist in on itself. “i’m happy you’re here…and so is everyone else.” he took your arm, turning you to face the crowd he addressed (though not before shooting a dirty look toward riki, sending the black-winged angel to his designated throne).

gulping, you stared at the large group of angels, some with and without wings; of individuals that called this place their home. the idea of people actually being happy here made your stomach knot.

the king continued to speak, it was white noise in your ears, his speech muffled. you continued to blankly stare down the crowd, focus landing on a pocket of empty space, not daring to meet any person’s gaze. you thought it better that you ignore them, even with all of their attention zoned in on your stilled figure.

“...and my sons will oversee her training and missions, making sure that she understands and complies with our rules.” the king moved his hand to your back, and you hoped to hell that you didn’t visibly flinch.

your life now consisted of being the new personal assassin to an archangel, and if you were to keep the impression you strived for, no weakness could be displayed. not now and not ever.

© enhyqenn 2023 | do not repost, republish, steal, or translate !!

[rainbeom]

TXT AS HIGH SCHOOL BOYFRIENDS + PROMPOSALS <3

pairing : txt x reader

genre : fluff

wc : 862 !!

warnings : use of the nickname 'princess' (in the context of princess peach from mario)

song rec : you : regard, troye sivan, tate mcrae ; ps5 : salem ilese, txt

a/n : im in my txt feels so here this is <33 inspo credits : @lovesickgyu & peter k. (to all the boys i've loved before) & a juyeon pic <3 also please lmk how this is !! hope y'all like it sjsj.

yeonjun : the charming jock who everyone has heart eyes for, but he has eyes for you and only you. loves it when you stop by to watch his practices, and will score more goals to impress you. pouts if you don't kiss him after his practice because he's sweaty, but you give in anyway. shows you off to his teammates, and would get jealous if some of them let their eyes linger on you for longer than needed. will hundred percent rest his hand in the back packet of your jeans (if you're comfortable ofc). every point he scores during a match is dedicated to you, his love. kissing you breathlessly when his team wins the match, making your heart swell with pride. whistles to call his teammates, who have five basketballs in their hands, spelt " p r o m ?" and there are two goal posts, one with a 'yes <3' sign and one with 'no :('. fool the poor boy by acting like you're going to kick the ball towards the no goalpost, but end up doing it towards the yes goalpost, to see your beautiful boy break into a smile and his teammates erupt into cheers.

(other members below the cut !)

soobin : the shy nerd, with you being his first love, and books, his second. study sessions with him where he explains things to you, but you're simply lost in his eyes and his monotonous voice. gently snaps his fingers with the bunny-like smile permanently pasted on his face when you're around. strikes up a deal with you to kiss you every time you give a right answer to the question he asks while you two prepare for your test. your back pressed against his chest, as he reads out sentences of novels that describe just what he feels for you. gives you a book, and asks you to find highlighted words and make a sentence out of them; your heart beats out of your chest when the words sum upto form 'will you go to prom with me, my love?' and you throw yourself into his arms, nodding.

beomgyu : the avid gamer who has his eyes on the screen, a console in his hands, and you on his lap. no matter what game or level he’s playing, his free hand will always snake around to your waist, as he asks you about your day and everything that you did. of course, there are some ‘me or the ps5?’ moments, but he always chooses you, quickly muttering an apology and brushing your hair with his fingers. a firm believer that you’re his princess peach and he’s your mario. will greet you in the hallways, classroom and in front of the lockers with the slightest whisper, “hi, my pretty princess peach” that leaves your cheeks as flushed as a strawberry. leads you to a hill which has a signboard while you two are playing minecraft and asks you to flip it, revealing a 'go to prom with your mario?' as he looks at you nervously, chewing on his bottom lip. attacks you with kisses when you press the green button, signaling yes, as the fireworks go off in the game.

taehyun : the soulful musician for whom, lyrics flow like a spring but has difficulty in using words to express his love for you. so instead, he writes songs dedicated to you. everything about you mesmerizes him so much that he could go on penning down lyrics about you for hours. loves it when you two go to karaoke, where he sings all the cheesy romantic songs for you. calls you his muse, because inspiration strikes him only when he's with you. sings to you when you're too stressed to calm you down. will text you to come to the music room asap and when you enter, the entire orchestra launches into a peaceful musical piece; and he begins singing "last night on earth' by green day. two wide smiles on both of your faces once he's done with the first chorus, he begins with, 'y/n, honey, will you-' but he's cut off by you jumping and shouting 'yes!', much to his delight.

hueningkai : the notorious troublemaker who's a menace to everyone except you, the calm to his storm, his one and only anchor. caging you with his body in empty nooks and corners of the school because flustering you is his hobby. late night rides on his motorcycle, your arms wrapped tightly his waist, as if you'd never let him go. loves to tuck in your hair behind your hair, because to him in that moment, you're perfect, his everything. climbs ladders and walls to sneak into your room through your window, soft feet padding through the wooden floor of your room. impresses your parents by actually showing up at your door instead of your window, with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. 'prom, darling?' he asks, your nose scrunching up cutely at the nickname, and your parents yell 'yes' from behind as he pulls you into his arms and pictures of you two get snapped by your folks for 'memories'.

© rainbeom, via imkyunies, 2022, all rights reserved.

[armysantiny]

Midnight Ice Cream – HHJ

P: Hyunjin x gender neutral reader | G: fluff, drabble | Inc: established relationship, late-night cravings, ice cream, midnight convienence store run~, artist Hyunjin | Wc: 778| W: cw food| R: G

Summary; It’s late. Hyunjin wants ice cream. Midnight convenience store shopping ensues.

Staring at the ceiling long after the movie had ended and with his head comfortably resting in y/n’s lap, Hyunjin furrowed his brows. Why was he having cravings at stupid o’clock at night? And why did he not know what it was that he was supposedly craving? Shifting around until he made eye-contact with y/n, Hyunjin beckoned his partner closer, a content smile on his face when y/n reciprocated his affection.

“You doing alright Hyun-ah?”

“Am I not allowed to kiss you without an ulterior motive?” Hyunjin whined, sitting up and turning to face y/n’s loving gaze. Pouting until y/n gave him an apology kiss, the artist huffed. He still wanted his answer after all.

Okay, maybe he might have had an ulterior motive, but that wasn’t the point here.

“Course you are love, but you look like you’re trying to stare through the ceiling.” Y/n reasoned, gently poking Hyunjin’s forehead. The couple’s poor ceiling had to endure his staring for so long. Lightly scoffing at his own behaviour with his lips pursed into an unimpressed straight line, Hyunjin wordlessly wandered over to the freezer, peering his head inside before his head poked back out again.

“We don’t have ice cream.” Huh?

“We – what?” Joining their boyfriend by the fridge-freezer, y/n followed Hyunjin’s line of sight. Why were they looking for ice cream again?

“Y/n, I wanna get ice cream.”

“Now?” Peering around to check the clock, y/n’s jaw nearly hit the floor. They had been awake for that long? Granted, it was the weekend, and Hyunjin was a freelancer, but the realisation still hit like a truck. “Hyun baby, it’s one-thirty in the morning…”

“There’s a 24/7 convenience store down the road though? C’mon, let’s get some now! It’ll be fun~!”

Sighing with an exasperated smile as they found themselves in the apartment block lift, y/n turned to the very excitable Hyunjin. How they had ended up in this situation was beyond them…but a happy Hyunjin was a cute Hyunjin, and there was little anyone could do when faced with the puppy eyes and pretty mole that belonged to Hwang Hyunjin. Stretching out a yawn, they watched the electronic display count down towards the ground floor, humming the last song they heard. That last song, of course, being the soundtrack of their favourite drama.

Walking down the pavement, the road the couple lived on looked rather pretty at night. Admiring the way moonlight danced and fell across the buildings and vehicles they walked past, y/n couldn’t resist the urge to snap a few pictures for whatever boredom-induced photoshop project they had next. Switching the camera mode to record when Hyunjin started skipping, their heart fluttered at the sound of laughter, all ferret-like and sweet.

"Someone's excited~” ending the recording and jogging to catch up, y/n pocketed their phone. They could watch the footage again when they got home.

“We’re getting ice cream; I have every right to be excited darling.”

“That you do.”

Walking into the 7-11, Hyunjin quickly greeted the part-timer working the graveyard shift before making a beeline for the ice creams, y/n in tow. Filling a basket with a quantity that definitely could not be eaten in one sitting, Hyunjin hummed to himself as he looked for an ice cream he could eat on the walk back home. Stuck between far too many good options, the brunet jumped when a certain y/n popped out from behind him.

“Make noise, will you?!”

“Hyun-ah…I’ve been standing here for the past five minutes.”

“Oh.”

A satisfied grin on his face as the two left the store with a bag full of ice cream, Hyunjin hooked his arm around y/n, reaching into the bag with his free hand. Passing one over to y/n and tearing off the wrapper of his own sweet treat, Hyunjin finally indulged his midnight cravings, the trademark happy dance following soon after. The ice cream was good, and in the secrecy and quiet of the night with y/n by his side, it was even better.

Still nibbling on their ice cream, as they re-entered the shared apartment they called home, y/n chuckled as they nearly struggled to put everything away. There was enough to last the couple longer than y/n could frankly imagine, but the late-night trip was worth it. Humming when a pair of grateful arms wrapped themselves around their waist, y/n shuffled in place, leaning forward and kissing a now very tired Hyunjin.

“I wanna sleep…”

“You do? And here I was thinking that you were wide awake~!” biting back giggles at their boyfriend’s unamused face, y/n continued. “Fine, fine~, let’s go to sleep.”

“I’m the big spoon tonight!”

“Sure thing, Hyun-ah~”

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[junityy]

accidental love confessions

# PAIRING. ot5 x gn!reader

# GENRE. fluff, crack

# A/N. i saw this idea on tumblr a few days ago but idk from who it was anymore :(( + pls ignore the few typos😭 and lastly, im running away as im posting this.

TAGLIST @koishua @igyus @hoonluvs @sohnaddict @iuwon @elektrosonix @eternallyhyucks @hobqs @ihearthooncore

[koishua]

⸻ 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙮.

❝ hi! can i request treasure haruto, something about cuddling makes the reader feel safe just something full of fluff <3 ❞

“(泉)” ⸻ watanabe haruto x gn!reader... g: fluff, established relationship!au... cw: one food mention... wc: 460... synopsis: it's midnight and you come back home to a sleepy boyfriend.

𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ⸻ @luvvseong @igyus @intokook @leavethemonsteralive @zhongwrldzz @berrysungie @rutosruru @imdamnconfused @renjunvrse @iuwon (click here to be added to my taglist)

“You’re finally home.” Leaning against the wall, a bed-haired Haruto waits for you to take off your shoes before stepping inside. The ticking clock provides a quiet white noise to fill in the silence as you close the door and shrug off your jacket after having walked back home during the cold hours of the night.

“Let me take a quick shower first, Ruto.” You chuckle, trying to remove his arms wrapped around you. Leading him back towards the living room to shake him off onto the couch, you can’t help but smile when he groans under his breath, sleep dripping from his eyes.

You don’t take long to return, hair only slightly damp after having used the dryer for a quick moment. He hadn’t moved from his position, sprawled over the cushions with eyes trained on the plastic stars stuck all across the ceilings (courtesy of your younger siblings and Haruto himself).

“Scoot over, big guy.” He blinks, perking up by the sound of your voice and springs up, the sleep gone from his body as he wordlessly rushes for something. You settle comfortably on the large sofa, checking the time to see that it has been nearing midnight. 

You lean back and close your eyes, resting them until you hear Haruto’s shuffling footsteps, appearing with the largest blanket you had stored away in your closet for chilly nights. “I found it.”

Taking one edge of it in his grip, he plops on the cushions, lying sideways and motioning you to follow his lead. You stare at him blankly, “We have a bed, Ruto.”

His sheepish smile makes your heart flutter, “I forgot to take out the sheets out of the washer and it kind of smelled bad after staying there for a few hours and then I had to wash it again and now it’s drying.”

With a defeated smile, you land on your side to fit in between his warm body and the backrest of the soft furniture, “Oh, well. I guess I can go by one day without a bed. If I wake up with a sore neck, it’s all your fault.”

Satisfied, Haruto pulls you closer by your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your familiar scent. Without a second thought, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, hands lazily running through his soft hair in comfortable silence. He purses his lips, pressing a kiss under your jaw, “I love you.”

You breathe softly, eyes closed and close to drifting off into dreamland, limbs tangled and your hearts beating in sync, “Is that a ploy to get me to forget about you eating all of my snacks?” 

His soft chuckle tickles your neck, “Not at all.”

[cherry-riki]

[letsstaywithstraykids]

Favorite Seungmin Looks

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[jongins-tiddies]

〘 WHO IS STICKER? 〙 NCT 127

[luvholicz]

i love you yellow ー enha's yang jungwon x gn! reader ; wc 0.3k ; genre fluff, established relationship ; warnings none

imagine waking up early in the morning to make breakfast for you and your boyfriend, yang jungwon. it's cold and you have one of jungwon's oversized cardigans wrapped around you.

you'd hum soft melodies under your breath and move languidly across the kitchen, then feel two strong arms wrap around your waist. the steady sound of jungwon's breathing would fill your ears, his sweet, summery smell would pull your senses into overdrive.

he would plant a chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth, smiling when his eyes found yours. jungwon's hair would be sticking up in all sorts of directions and his eyelids would still be heavy with sleep, a strong indicator that he had just woken up.

then, he'd kiss your forehead and pull you in so close that his eyelashes would brushing up against your cheeks. "i love you yellow," he would say.

yellow meant happiness. it meant youth and optimism. it meant hope and sunshine, and warm spring days picking daffodils and catching fireflies at night. it meant remembering your happiness in each other.

and then you'd giggle.

jungwon would pout. "why are you laughing?" he'd say, cheeks tinted pink with embarrassment.

you'd laugh harder, lips stretching into a grin. "it's nothing," you'd tell him, cupping his warm cheeks in your hand. you peck his nose, which would cause him to scrunch his face up like a puppy. "you're just cute, is all."

and jungwon, feigning irritance, would roll his eyes and (gently) shove you away. but when you'd whine and reach for him to hold you again, he wouldn't hesitate to do just so.

"what's that smell?" jungwon would ask, sniffing the air. you lift your head from his chest to do the same, eyes widening in shock when you realize thatー

"i burnt the food!"

a/n; the narrative for this drabble is all over the place so im sorry about that </3 this was inspired by a dream i had with jungwon >:D reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[enhyqenn]

THE ATTRACTIVE THINGS NISHIMURA RIKI DOES

bends down to hear you better. this boy's height is rounding up to 6'4…there's no way he wouldn't NOT do this. and whether he genuinely can't hear you or he does it just to mess with you, it is always 100% guaranteed to make you flustered. the first time he did this he noticed the way you suddenly forgot what you had to say, cheeks warm as you avoided eye contact with him. safe to say that he teases you about this every chance he gets. "what's wrong? do i make you nervous?"

holds eye contact. he normally keeps an eye on you, so when your head turns and gaze locks with his, he uses it as an excuse to shoot a grin your way. definitely likes the way you fidget when his stare grows more intense, though; he dedicates a lot of his time to teasing you. sometimes he'll even get bold enough to just suddenly lean over whatever surface that separates the two of you and get closer, smirking at the way you instantly straighten your back and stutter over your words.

gets items off of high shelves. this is another thing that just comes along with his height. after a while he learned that it's a way for him to get you to talk to him, so then he'll just put things that you use/get daily (a favorite mug, snacks, etc.) higher up so you have an excuse to come running to him...it's a very useful tactic, especially when you're mad or annoyed at him for something. he'll, of course, though, act like it's a chore and that he has better things to do with his time than retrieve items for you. "it isn't even that high, are you sure you need me? or do you just like having me at your beck and call?"

plays with your fingers when he’s bored. at first he was just comparing his hand size to yours, and then it just grew into him lacing his fingers with yours and kissing the back of your palm. he'll even occasionally try and bite you lol (don't ask, he just looks like a biter okay). he normally does this when he's, yes, bored, but also when he grows anxious. it's a distraction for him. and if you wear jewelry he'll for sure fidget with that—loves to spin the rings on your fingers and twirl your bracelets around your wrists. moral of the story is let riki play with your hands, it's calming for both him and you.

is always latched onto you. one of his biggest love languages is touch, and i will forever stand by that statement. whether it be cuddling, hugging, or even kissing, you best believe he's there and doing the absolute most lmao. oh, you're cooking something in the kitchen? he is back-hugging you the entire time. watching a movie or show in the living room? he's pretty much on top of you. wherever you are, he is. end of story.

makes sure you’ve eaten. it's subtle, but became a very important thing in your relationship with riki. in the beginning, he would only ask if he intended to get you food, but as time went on the words "have you eaten yet/today?" hold a lot more sentiment. he does this to check up on you and show he cares about your well-being. if he notices your eyes lingering on a certain food, he'll encourage you to eat it. or, better yet, if it's at a restaurant or café he'll buy it for you.

gives you random trinkets. no matter what it is, he'll give you something he found simply because it reminded him of you. it could be anything ranging from a keychain to a stuffed animal to flowers. whatever it is, riki will find a way to give it to you. and, if he physically can't, then a picture will have to do.

lends you his clothes. he is quite very fond of the way you look in his clothes. it started with just a hoodie, but then it just extended to shirts, jackets, jewelry, and sometimes even sweatpants (and unless you're on the taller side, babe you're gonna have to roll those up 'cause this boy is TALL TALL). absolutely adores the fact that after his hoodies are returned to him they smell like you. it's probably one of his favorite things EVER.

© enhyqenn 2022 | do not repost, republish, steal, or translate !!

[rainbeom]

LITTLE THINGS WITH THEM THAT MAKE SENSE <3

pairing : txt x reader

genre : fluff

wc : 550 !!

warnings : mentions of food, and there's kissing :0

song rec : magic - txt ; 5 star : cl

a/n : aa i've been wanting to post this for so long <3 also do lmk if u want an enhypen ver. of this !! it's been a while since i've written so please lmk how this is !! and @mosviqu thank u proofreading this, love <3

yeonjun : grocery shopping past midnight bc you both crave mint choco icecream. gently closing your eyes when he asks you to stay still while he applies mascara on your eyelashes, smiling at you with adoration when you bat your lashes at him. entwining pinkies to keep promises you both made to each other. asking if he could kiss you, just to see the blush adorn your cheeks when you say yes. little kisses on your shoulder just so you know that he appreciates you sm.

(other members below the cut <3)

soobin : stargazing while resting your head on his chest, as he tells you about the different constellations in the night sky. picks up things on the higher shelves so that you don't have to be on your tiptoes. tries to weave in flowers into your braid like the aesthetic pictures you see on pinterest, but he fails miserably and you two collapse, giggling uncontrollably. getting drunk on soju to admire his ears that have now turned red, along with the slurred love confessions. a kiss pressed to your temple, with a declaration of his love for you.

beomgyu : songs that remind him of you, and the way you make him feel, stashed in one playlist, for you to listen when he's away. painting your nails with the utmost concentration and care, while you simply marvel at the sight of this beautiful boy in front of you. handing you hair ties when the wind outside makes both, his and your hair blow while you two sit in the car, enjoying each other's presence. carries you to your bed when you fall asleep while waiting up for him, as he gently pecks your cheeks, promising to be there when you woke up.

taehyun : little post its decorating your side of the bed, your work table and the fridge, leaving messages like 'hi baby, thank you for everything' or 'my love, call me once you're free <3'. adds you to his spotify blend just to see if or not your music tastes are similar; will jump over the moon if y'all are over 80% similar. thread in tiny, pretty beads to make matching bracelets for you, and will smile so proudly when you show it off to your friends. will get all sentimental before a scary roller coaster in the amusement park, expressing how you mean everything to him and you laugh over his cuteness, before he quickly smooches your hands as the ride whizzes off.

hueningkai : lies to you about when he's coming home just so that he can see the surprise and delight in your eyes when he comes home earlier than he told you. eating the cookie batter together rather than baking it; sprinkling flour on each other during the process. splashing water on you whenever you run a bath for him, turning the calm bath session into a water fight. indulges you into the eyes staring contest, will gaze into those eyes of yours that hold so much love for him, even if both your eyes start watering and he eventually wipes off your tears and kisses your eyelids.

© rainbeom, via imkyunies, 2022, all rights reserved.

[armysantiny]

-[ ateez: when you flinch

P: ateez x gender neutral reader| G: fluff, angst, headcanon | Inc: getting mad, outbursts, bad days, arguments, making up | Wc: 1060 | W: yelling, arguments, flinching, crying | R: G

Park Seonghwa | 박성화

He’s silent. The air is still and hushed from the argument that had happened only moments prior. Tears well up in his own eyes as he watches how you silently plead for him to stop shouting. The whole argument was trivial, and he had shouted at you…?

“Y/n…I’m so so sorry…” You barely have time to respond before he’s putting the argument to bed, offering to give you space. And in the midst of his rambled apologies, you have to hold him and reassure him that no, he’s not a bad boyfriend. It just startled you. You still love him.

Kim Hongjoong | 김홍중

It happens so fast; he’s stressed about not finishing the melody he was working on and oh darling he didn’t mean to throw his hands back. He’s frozen in place and oh god you flinched because of him… his voice is nothing but a whisper, the air clinging to his words as he apologises over and over and over again. He wasn’t going to hurt you, he would never hurt you, oh god he’d never think about hurting you—

The moment you let him hold you it’s like he’d lose you forever if he let go; whispering hushed comforts as he soothes your trembling figure. You were only in there to check on him because there was radio silence the entire day. You just missed him – and oh god his heart drops.

Jeong Yunho | 정윤호

He’s a gentle giant but after hours of futile perfecting of a routine he just can’t get right, Yunho is intimidating. He can’t help how he towers over you, ranting about how he’s fine and he just needs a few more minutes to get this right, and that’s when it happens. His voice raises and you take a step back, eyes quivering in the wake of his outburst. He breaks, somehow seeming half his size as he takes in the gravity of what he had just done.

His hands reach out for you, freezing as he pleads with the universe that you’ll accept his chance to make up for his mistake. A breath he didn’t know he was holding finally leaves him when you take his hand, Yunho cradling your head in his chest and apologising for scaring you. He’s stressed, and that’s no reason for him to treat you the way he did.

Kang Yeosang | 강여상

As much as Yeosang loves the back and forth he has with you, he also has his bad days. Bad days where he wants nothing more than for someone to look past the aloof front and tell him that everything’s going to be okay. But tonight, somehow even you’re oblivious and it just bubbles over. He snaps, going off over how you should have seen it and did you even care?

And he feels so guilty when he realises you’ve been flinching away with every step. The anger leaves his system near immediately and the apologies tumble out. But he doesn’t have long to wait before you’re pulling him into your arms, comforting your exhausted boyfriend, sorry for not realising how bad he was feeling. Everything was going to be okay.

Choi San | 최산

San’s a passionate man and bless him he gets invested in whatever the topic of discussion (or argument) happens to be. He gets lost in it sometimes. Tonight was just one of those nights, and a simple comment led to an intense argument that neither on you were intent on losing. Even if there was nothing to lose. And so he slams his hand down on the table as he tries to physically show you what he was describing, but the words die in his throat when he realises you’ve flinched, shuffling away from him

“Baby, I—…” tears start collecting in his own eyes, pulling you into his arms and putting the conversation to bed. Whether he was right or not no longer mattered, not when he’s startled you so badly.

Song Mingi | 송민기

Mingi doesn’t get angry often, and he tries not to. As tall as you may be, he towers over you and it doesn’t play into his favour when he isn’t trying to be the dominant force in the room. He’s just had a long day and his voice has an edge to it and he doesn’t mean for it to sound so aggressive, but it does. What he intends to be a simple request comes out harsher than it sounded in his head and the volume makes you flinch.

Several deep breaths later and he’s brought you beside him, apologising for his outburst and admitting he was at his wits end. You were just trying to help and he knows that.

Jung Wooyoung | 정우영

You know Wooyoung has a tendency to be loud, a rarely tamed excitement that charmed you the first time you met the man. But sometimes it gets a bit much. He knows this too, and he can usually see the signs that you’d prefer a quieter day, but it slipped by him today. You’d both had a fast-paced, exciting day and in the midst of it all, it suddenly dawns that you need space to process everything and breathe. Enter Wooyoung in all his excited glory and—

His voice shrinks when he sees you flinch, the entire way he holds himself coated in concern. He whispers, holding you close and making sure you know he didn’t mean to startle you. He’ll get some blankets, switch on your favourite film and the pair of you can unwind from the day you had.

Choi Jongho | 최종호

Jongho never intends on shutting you out when he doesn’t feel emotionally present, he just needs time for himself to process and understand how he’s feeling in the moment so he can deal with it. And he loves you so much for being so open and willing to discuss your emotions, but today just wasn’t his day. As much as he loves listening to your voice, it’s just too overwhelming and he just wants quiet for one moment—

And you flinched. So he kicks himself (mentally) and pulls you into his arms. It wasn’t your fault; you were just trying to help, and he knows that. But all he wants you to know is that sometimes he needs those moments to bring himself back down to reality. With a kiss to your forehead, he makes sure you know he’s only in his room if you need something as well.

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[junityy]

relationship tropes with enhypen

# PAIRING. hyung line x gn!reader

# GENRE. fluff

# WC. 711

# NOTE. running away if these arent really accurate <3 anyways i hope u somewhat enjoyyyy

⋆｡°✩ HEESEUNG ㅡ best friends to lovers.

heeseung was perfect, always has been. it took you a few years to realize that whenever you were feeling lonely, you'd unkowingly look for him in a crowd of people. only when you started to feel like a part of yourself casually goes away as soon as heeseung leaves it hit you; that you were in love with your best friend all along. you realized that no one would treat you the way he does, comfort you the way he does and look at you the way heeseung does. you were the most precious thing that ever happened to him and after a good while you noticed that by the way he looked at you too. you had been best friends for so long, you basically didn't have to say what you were feeling for each other out loud - the look in your eyes gave it away. regardless, that was probably the best thing that could've happened to the both of you. it is almost like you're still best friends only, but knowing that you actually love each other more than friends do.

rest of the members are under the cut !!

⋆｡°✩ JAY ㅡ soulmates.

having jay in your life at some point was like finding something you never knew you were looking for, but still needed like your life depends on it. jay was the only person in this world who would be able to sense if you're going through something, even if you're miles away. one look at him was enough for him to know you need to be comforted; he'd tell you encouraging words, hold you like you're the most precious human being, trying to make you smile again, leaving little kisses on your forehead and hoping he can make you feel at least a bit better - although he knows he does make you feel like home already, he did ever since he entered your life. but you never told him that, you wouldn't even have to tell him you love him everyday if you're honest, because he already knows. sometimes it feels like jay is your own little guardian angel, protecting you from all the bad things that could ever happen to you. and at the end of the day you could truly call him that.

⋆｡°✩ JAKE ㅡ strangers to lovers.

you weren't quite sure if you truly loved him or were just desperately in need of love at first. you were lonely, that was for sure. but as soon as you met jake, it was like all the times you felt lonely and like you had no one but yourself vanished in a heartbeat. to this day you don't know how his company was able to make you feel more loved in a couple of days than you did in your entire life. going from laughing until you couldn't breathe anymore to talking about the darkest things, all of it. for the first time ever you felt actually valid and truly understood by someone. there was finally someone in your life loving as much as you loved everyone else around you all the time. jake would do anything to see you smile, even better if he's the reason for it; it'd never not make him feel like the luckiest person in the world. that he met you wasn't a coincidence and now he knows that as well.

⋆｡°✩ SUNGHOON ㅡ enemies to lovers ; stuck together.

you used to feel stressed when being in the same room as him, as well as seeing him in school everyday. sunghoon used to intimidate you at first, but after a while you started to hold a grudge against him for no reason at all. only when you two were stuck together in that elevator for hours you realized that you didn't hate him at all. it even made you wonder if you ever truly hated him and the answer to that is still unclear. but all you know is that after you got to know sunghoon, there was no other person who would be able to make you feel as safe as he does. even if you're the kind of couple who teases one another as a love language rather than saying you love each other every single day, he makes you feel extremely loved by doing the bare minimum. with him you feel like you actually matter and more importantly, like you're finally home.

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[koishua]

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐘𝐄 ━━ 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

length: 2.7k words . warnings: mention of death, implied terminal illness, hospital setting . synopsis: lee heeseung was a coward. look where that got him now.

Lee Heeseung was the end of the seven colored rainbow, the unending twists and turns of the vines wrapped neatly around the tall stone tower, the shy flutter of a breeze, the tremor that shook your body each time the bass booms out of life-sized speakers, the devastating crash of a 16-wheeler truck and a car, the bright chirps of birds during the early hours of the morning, the beat of a heart, the butterflies and lightning, red and blue, black and white — Lee Heeseung was everything and nothing, he was the boy that had held your hand through a storm, the boy that had let go of it during a summer night.

Lee Heeseung was your dream and nightmare, once your light, your love and hope. He was your disappointment and your heartbreak. Lee Heeseung is now no more than a stranger.

Lee Heeseung was your red and blue, love and heaven. He was a note, and another, and another, and yet another note— Heeseung was a lullaby. He was comfort, safety, and understanding.

Yours. Lee Heeseung was yours and you were his.

Lee Heeseung knew your ups and downs, he knew your goods and bads, your left and right, inside and out. He knew you better than you did yourself, you wonder if that’s how things had gone so wrong. He knew you too much, he had seen too much.

Lee Heeseung was a coward, he had left, never to return to hold you by your hands again — never to return and be yours, not like the times before when you had called him by his name with the brightness of the moon he had always sought out to fight away his darkest nights.

The times before, how pretty they were.

The times before when you had told him how beautiful his voice was, when you had taken him to the nearest arcade to win him a plush animal, when you had given the softest peck on his cheeks, when you had held him and listened to his fears and insecurities, when you had held him and cried through the rainy evening under the covers together, when you had tripped and fallen in the swimming pool and had pulled him down with your swaying body, when you had mourned over the loss of your cone of ice cream when he had whipped his arm across the open air dramatically.

The times before when he had told you how beautiful your eyes were, when he had gently picked out the leaves stuck in your hair after rolling on the autumn leaves, when he had shared his last portion of ramen with you no matter how much he had initially refused to, when he had draped his warm jacket over your shoulders after you had fallen asleep studying on your desk for the finals, when he had thrown his graduation cap right next to you and had accidentally elbowed you on your jaw in the process, when he had taken you out to watch the reflection of the sunrise above the large lake deep within the city park, when he had told you he loved you.

The times before, when everything seemed to weave perfectly with each other like threads in the most intricate patterns to create a dress so breathtaking, so perfect.

The times before, when everything seemed to be okay, to be fine and alright. The times before, when Lee Heeseung was not just a stranger, but a boy that shared his dreams with you and you with him.

The times before where he breathed the same air as you did, walked the same grounds you did, saw the same sceneries you did, heard the same thunder you did, felt the same soft sheets as you did every night.

Lee Heeseung, the boy who had once dreamt of an eternity by your side.

He had done it so quietly, so swiftly — cutting ties came to him as easily as singing did, beautifully even. How could he be so cold?

“I don’t understand.” You had told him on that bitter night, the soft fabric of his crisp white t-shirt stuck between your stiff fingers, already hesitant on even holding the boy back. The subtle clench of his jaw muscle, a simmering pot ready to explode any instant, a ticking time bomb — Heeseung had been holding on to the one strand of sanity left hanging within his mind, damned from the very beginning.

“You wouldn’t be able to even if you tried. Stay out of my life.” And with those words, he had shaken off your desperate grip on his clothing and disappeared into the wind, becoming one with the breeze to never brush past you, not once in days, not once in weeks, not even once in months. Lee Heeseung had disappeared like the last snow of winter. The only difference was that this spring, the flowers had never bloomed again.

A slap to your face couldn’t even begin to describe the emptiness that would follow the events that had occurred oh-so painfully that night under the dim lights of your front porch, neighbours asleep and crickets chirping in the background, somehow dreary to your ears in that moment of being stuck in between sheer agony and raging fury towards the boy you had given your everything to.

Stay out of my life.

Those were the final words you remember of your lover in the night, you had no choice but to take them seriously. You had no other choice than to hug your own body in a desperate attempt to keep your demons at bay during the cold thunderstorms, all alone in a house that you could no longer call home, all alone in a place once filled with laughter as he had chased after you to confront your teasings with threats of tickles.

You had no other choice than to pull out your jingling keys to unlock the front door, no choice but to greet a house as silent as the dead, take off your shoes to set aside near the empty wall instead of another pair of familiar-looking sneakers — no choice but to take out only one single plate and one single spoon, only one glass to be filled with water.

You were all alone.

He was all alone.

Heeseung was so alone; he coughed and ached and agonized alone. He carried boulders on his own, swallowed pills and cried tears on his own.

Lee Heeseung did not scream when his insides felt like they were being teared out and stitched back in, painstakingly slow at times. He did not scream as his body curled, writhing in pain on the cold bathroom floor all on his own. He did not scream, for he was scared.

Too scared to be vulnerable, too scared to give you the anguish, share the pain and share the suffering. He was too scared to make you feel sad, to make you feel worried. Lee Heeseung was a strong man, he didn't need you— he shouldn't need you, burden you.

He would never not regret his choices, he agonized over that one fact each night when the bright white lights would dim down into nothing but soft yellow glow of the night lamp next to his bed. He would listen to his own stuttering heartbeat each and every night until dawn, tossing and turning in pain, desperate to make it all stop and bring peace back to his restless and racing mind.

Heeseung had gone ahead and destroyed the one sheet of blank paper he had left in his life to rewrite himself a new story, he had burnt the bridges and the flames he had set ablaze himself had spread onto the desolate land he had trapped himself into. Now, he burned with no way to escape but dive headfirst into the vast ocean, hope lost, ready to slip under the devious waves and sink.

With no light peeking through the clouds signaling his doom, he had sunk deeper and deeper into the crisp white sheets like the dark and freezing water, intent on letting the darkness catch up to him and drag him down six feet underground.

The chill had long settled into his spines, toes and fingers numb, eyelids too heavy to blink open most of the days. Had his clothes grown bigger or had he slowly shrunken?

Lee Heeseung regretted pushing everyone away in hopes of keeping them safe from the devastation that would eventually settle into their hearts had they stayed by his side — he would have only been hurting you more.

Lee Heeseung was just trying to protect you.

The lights flicker brightly, it sort of disorients him a little, though everything is in the blurry haze behind the curtain of his vision. The ringing in his ears doesn't cease to stop, the sweat that dribbles down his straining neck and the guttural groan he emits scares even him.

Make it stop, he thinks of you.

You were skipping along in front of him, basking in the heart stopping sight of sakura petals shyly floating down, falling gently on the grass above their roots. Heeseung never could tell you how much more beautiful you had looked right then and there as you had turned to wave him over to take a picture — you looked prettier than the sound of his favorite love song playing on the radio during one of your road trips in the middle of the night.

Please, make the pain stop, he thinks of you again.

You were crouched down, your back to him as you spoke in a soft voice, “Come on, don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you.”

He had fallen in love, then. It was the moment he had actually realized just how foolishly in love with his significant other. He was so madly in love with your warm tone, with your welcoming nature, with the comfort you gave to everyone and everything around you. He was in love with the gentleness you held the stray, meek little kitten in your arms, tremoring hands brushing away the dirt covering its fur, gasping as you weave your hands through, only to receive a shriek and a deep scratch on your hand by the small creature.

It was hurting.

The gash running along its leg seemed to be fresh, you had come to the conclusion by the red smeared on your sleeve. Heeseung loved the adoration you held for the living, for the breathing, for the aching. He fell in love with the way your eyes lit up brightly as the vet brought the wounded cat out of the closed off room with white sheets of bandages wrapped neatly around its hind legs.

He fell in love with the way you loved life, if nothing.

I beg you, make it stop, he thinks of you one more time.

The soft snores you blew out in a steady rhythm put him at ease, his mind drifting into spiraling thoughts of when he would eventually run a knife through your relationship, when he would eventually have to demolish the twenty years of trust you had built together.

He was not ready to let the ground crumble beneath his feet and let you fall into the void of darkness with him.

Your tosses and turns emulate his restless thoughts and he drapes an arm over your waist from behind you, pulling you in closer to his chest, hoping to give you the warmth and safety you desperately clawed around for. He pulled you into his arms under the covers and pressed light butterfly kisses along the length of your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your ear to give you a moment of peace before he eventually brought hell upon your worlds.

I’m sorry, he doesn’t think of you again. His harsh grip on the sheets loosen, strength leaving his body in trickles — a chilling beep resounds through the room, a loading sound and a charge, bringing the sound to start stuttering back again.

You hadn’t heard of him for exactly six months and three days.

Now, you walked alone again — this time, along the well-lit corridor, desolate of any sign of life other than the occasional green plants fit snugly in their pots. Your footsteps echoed down the hallway as you analyzed each and every name next to the doors. None of this felt real to you, none of the smell of medicine and death, the doom etched into the very walls of a place meant to heal.

You stopped before the heavy wooden door, heart thumping loudly in your ribcage, insistent on breaking the bones down and escaping from their clutches. 'I can’t do this', the tight grip you have on the cold doorknob eases into a loose fist. Your toe pointed outwards, your feet ready to carry you back home and forget about everything for the night with a bitter chug of alcohol — the burn would feel good.

Lee Heeseung — the name was plastered boldly on the nameplate above your head and it makes your knees weaken, your stomach drops. 'He is behind this door, right there, just a few feet away. What are you waiting for, he is right fucking there!' You gulp down, gently turning the knob and push through the barrier.

The throb settles in within the moment you set your eyes on him.

Lee Heeseung was as tall and strong as the biggest and proudest plane tree — he was as large as life itself, brighter than the stars. He was the thunder, the wave, the hurricane, the earthquake, the avalanche — Lee Heeseung was not supposed to ever look like a dead leaf ready to snap away from its tree with just the softest breeze.

The boy that had his chest puffed out at every single danger he had come across, the boy that knew not what getting a cold or a fever was — Heeseung was the boy that would stand back up after falling, it didn’t matter if it was for the third or three hundredth time.

He would always stand up, durable, a force of nature, unmovable like the mountains. Can he ever now, though?

You stumbled closer toward his bed, blurred vision making you almost trip over the leg of a chair. Biting back a sob, you brought an arm over your lips to muffle your shuddering breath. He looked so mortifyingly small, weak and frail.

Lee Heeseung was not the castle you would hide in, snuggle closer to bury yourself in his chest to fly away from your worries. He was no longer the man you knew from all of those months ago. He was now nothing more than another number in the hospital records.

You watch with a burning, aching, squirming, screaming, crying, ravaged and ruined heart as the innocently white cable is plugged out of the wall, the circuit cut short and the green line on the monitor an empty, flat line.

It was time to let him go.

Lee Heeseung had done many things in his life that he regretted until the very end, but the one thing that would keep him awake even in his place six feet under the ground would be the fact that he never got to tell you how much he loved you before he gave in.

Lee Heeseung was many things compiled into one person and one of them would be a coward. He was one hell of a coward, too chicken to let you stay, too much of a scaredy cat to allow you to be with him, too afraid of seeing you break as he fought for his life, terrified of seeing your tear-stricken face before he eventually breathed for one final time.

Heeseung was so fucking petrified of leaving you alone in a brightly lit hospital room with nothing for company other than a cold body, an annoyingly loud beep, and bittersweet memories.

That was why he decided to cut you out of his life that night, because he was a fucking coward. Look where that got him — completely, utterly dead and buried by his ex-girlfriend.

How he wished he had never met you during first grade. How he wished he wouldn’t be the cause of your loneliness for years to come. How he wished fate hadn’t brought you together, only to rip him away from you without a last goodbye.

Oh, fate. How he hated it.

[lost-lepord-beaniewrites]

[09:27 pm]

She knew she wasn't supposed to feel this way after what they're been through.... she knew she should do nothing but be happy for them but she couldn't... they didn't know that behind all those smiles, she was a broken girl after all, crying on the bathroom door was not a stranger to her– that's what she did most of the time when he left her. So how can that feeling be foreign to her- it was a little more than a year since that happened. She should've moved on.... but she couldn't— not after Lee heeseung started dating her best friend. She should be happy for them... atleast for her- she was her best friend. They knew eachother from 3rd grade- they were basically sisters but then– why was she feeling nothing but envy? she should've moved on — but she couldn't...

[letsstaywithstraykids]

make me choose

↳ Hyunjin with long dark hair or Hyunjin with pink hair for @quokki