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Gloves and Bruises

Sypnosis : Who knew that while Studying late for your biology exam , you would be the one bandaging your boyfriends wounds late at night

Pairing ~ UndergroundBoxer!Sunghoon x Fem!reader

Genre ~ Fluff, established relationship , oneshot

warnings ~ mentions of blood, bruises,

Wc : 657 > 𝒞atalogue

You were on the verge of sleep when the frantic knocks on your dorm room door startled you awake. The clock on your nightstand blinked 1:47 am. Groaning, you pushed off your blanket, your mind foggy from studying all day.

“Who even…” you muttered, stumbling toward the door.

When you opened it, your breath caught.

“Sunghoon?” you gasped, eyes widening as you took him in. His lip was split, blood dripping onto his chin, and a fresh gash ran across his cheekbone. He was cradling his side and his knuckles were red and bruised as if they’d been split open.

“Hey,” he said, his voice strained but trying for casual. He leaned against the doorframe, “Can I come in?”

“Of course,” you said quickly, grabbing his arm to steady him as you pulled him inside.

“Sunghoon?” you whispered, shocked. “What… what happened to you?”

He swayed slightly, bracing himself against the doorframe, his face pale and streaked with blood. “Can I stay here tonight?” he asked, his voice rough and barely above a whisper. Without hesitation, you stepped aside and gently took his arm, guiding him in.

This wasn’t the first time Sunghoon had shown up at your door in this state. Being an underground boxer came with risks, but you never got used to seeing him like this—battered, bruised, and bleeding.

“What happened this time?” you asked as you guided him to sit on your kitchen counter. You grabbed your first-aid kit from the overhead cupboard , your hands already moving with practiced familiarity.

“He hit harder than I anticipated,” he muttered,wincing as he tugged off his hoodie to reveal his tank top underneath. His torso was littered with bruises, some faded yellow and others fresh and angry red. You sighed, “You promised me you’d be careful hoonie.”

He gave you a sheepish smile, one that might’ve been charming if his face wasn’t so beat up. “I was careful. You should see the other guy.”

“Sunghoon,” you said, your tone a mix of frustration and concern.

His smile faded, and he reached for your hand, his bruised fingers curling around yours. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I didn’t mean to scare you, so late tonight.”

You exhaled, squeezing his hand before pulling away to start cleaning his wounds. “I’m not scared. I just hate seeing you like this.”

Sunghoon watched you with a soft expression, his usual cocky demeanor replaced with something gentler.

“You’re too good to me,” he said after a while.

You glanced at him, dabbing at the cut on his cheek. “Of course I am. Someone has to take care of you.”

He chuckled lightly, though it ended in a grimace. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Probably not,” you teased, but your voice was warm.

Sunghoon tilted his head, his dark eyes meeting yours. “Thank you. For always being here. I know it’s not easy.”

You softened, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “I love you, Sunghoon. That means I’m here for you—even when you’re stupid enough to get yourself hurt like this.”

He grinned, leaning into your touch. “I love you too.”

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, the quiet hum of the refrigerator the only sound in the room. When his grip on your waist tightened slightly, you knew he needed you as much as you needed him.

“Let’s get you to bed,” you finally said, your voice soft and gentle.

“Only if you’re coming with me,” he teased, the familiar mischief returning to his tone.

You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away. “you’re sleeping on your unbloody side.”

He laughed lightly, hopping down from the counter and leaning on you as you guided him toward the bed. Bruised or not, Sunghoon was yours, and you were his—no matter how many times he showed up at your door looking like trouble.

a/n Hehe another fluff fanfic , i actually wanted to do a smut version of this but i don’t know, i could do a part two which leads to smut but ive been so overwhelmed lately :<

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Prada Elites

Sypnosis : At a luxurious Prada afterparty, Jay, a famous idol, can’t help but be captivated by his longtime girlfriend, a Prada model, their relationship remaining a well-kept secret. Unable to resist any longer, Jay pulls her away from the prying eyes

Pairing ~ Idol!Jay x Model!reader

Genre ~ Smut,established relationship, secret relationship, oneshot

Warnings ~ SMUT, Intense Make-Out Session, teasing,Daddy Kink, use of “good girl” , foreplay, petnames e.g baby , praising, Rough Sex, Climax and Aftercare, Round Two, fingering,unprotected sex ( dont do it!!), semi public sex??

a/n i was editing it and accidentally posted by accident,soo . i hate hiw i wrote daddy kink im sorry you guys probably think im a weirdo :<

Wc: 2.2k >𝒞atalogue

The Prada afterparty was as extravagant as expected—glamorous lights, luxury-clad guests, and a steady flow of champagne that made the night blur around the edges. You floated through the room, every step purposeful, the custom Prada gown you wore fitting like a second skin. You felt eyes on you all evening, but the only pair you cared about belonged to him.

Jay had been watching you from across the room, his dark eyes heavy with intent. He was wearing an all-black Prada suit, his hair tousled just enough to look like he’d walked straight off a magazine cover. He looked good enough to ruin, but that wasn’t new.

The only thing different tonight was the way he watched you—shameless, unapologetic, and drunk enough to not care who noticed.

He approached you with an unsteady swagger, the glass of whiskey in his hand half-forgotten as he set it on a nearby table. “Hi, beautiful,” he said, his voice low and slurred at the edges.

You raised a brow, amused. “have you been drinking jay?”

“only a little bit,” he argued, his hand reaching for your waist. He pulled you close, his grip firm but familiar. “You look too good tonight. Too good to not be touching you.”

“Jongie,” you whispered, glancing around. The room was filled, but he didn’t seem to care.

“Let them see,” he murmured, lips brushing against your ear. “Let them know you’re mine.”

Heat pooled in your stomach, but you still managed to keep your voice steady. “You’re drunk.”

“And you’re irresistible, baby.”

Before you could respond, his hand slid lower, skimming the curve of your hip. The fabric of your gown was thin, almost sheer, and the warmth of his palm bled through, igniting every nerve.

“Jay—”

“Come with me,” he interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Without waiting for your reply, he took your hand and led you out of the main hall. The hallway was dimly lit, quiet compared to the chaos of the party. He backed you into a secluded corner, his body pressing into yours with a heat that made your breath hitch.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all night,” he murmured, his lips brushing the side of your neck. “The way everyone’s been looking at you in this dress.”His hands slid over your waist, his touch possessive. He kissed you,his tongue sweeping against yours in a way that made your knees weak.

“Mhm, i need to make sure everyone knows you’re mine”

You clutched his jacket, pulling him closer, your body responding instinctively to the hunger in his touch.

“Jay, what if someone might—”

“Let them,” he growled, his lips moving to the sensitive spot just below your ear. His hands found the slit of your dress, pushing it aside to reveal more of your skin. His fingers traced the curve of your thigh, sending shivers through you. “Jay,” you gasped, your voice barely sounding like a whisper.

“Say the word, and I’ll stop,” he muttered, his lips ghosting over your collarbone.

You didn’t.

Instead, you pulled him closer, your nails digging into his shoulders. His hands slid higher, his touch teasing and deliberate, and you bit your lip to stifle the sound threatening to spill from you.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured, his forehead resting against yours for a brief moment before he kissed you again, deeper this time. “You don’t know what you do to me,” he murmurs, his lips trailing down your neck. His hands pushing the thin fabric aside to reveal your thigh. His touch was rough, impatient, his fingers skimming your bare skin.

“You’re insane,” you managed to breathe out, though your hands betrayed you as they tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.

“For you? Always,” he muttered

His fingers traced the edge of your panties, teasing, before slipping beneath the delicate fabric. Your breath hitched as his fingers found your heat, stroking you with an expertise that made your knees weak.

“Already so wet for me,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

“Jay, we’re—”

“Do you know how hard it’s been not to touch you all night?” he murmured, his lips trailing down the side of your neck. “Look at you,” he muttered, his voice thick with pride and desire. “So ready for me.”

Your head fell back against the wall as he worked you with a precision that made your knees weak. His fingers moved in teasing circles, building you up only to slow down just when you thought you’d fall apart.

“Jay, please,” you gasped,

“Please what?” he asked, his lips brushing against your ear. “Use your big girl words.”

“More,” you whispered, your voice trembling with need. He didn’t make you ask twice. Sliding one finger inside you, he groaned softly at the way you clenched around him. He added another, his pace quickening as his thumb found your most sensitive spot.

Your hips bucked against his hand, the pleasure building faster than you could control. The tension coiled tight in your stomach, and you bit your lip to stifle the moan threatening to spill out.

his free hand gripping your thigh to keep you in place. “I want to hear you baby,”

His name slipped from your lips as you came undone, your body quivering against him.

But Jay wasn’t done. Not even close.

His hand left you only long enough to tug at his belt, the soft clink of metal making your breath catch. He worked quickly, his eyes never leaving yours, and when he freed himself, you couldn’t help the soft gasp that escaped your lips.

He smirked at your reaction, his cock hard and heavy in his hand as he stroked himself slowly, deliberately, his eyes dark with desire. He smirked at your reaction, his cock hard and heavy in his hand as he stroked himself slowly, deliberately, his eyes dark with desire.

“Turn around,” he commanded, his voice low and rough.

“Jay, we can’t—”

“Turn around,” he repeated, his tone brooking no argument.

With trembling hands, you obeyed, your palms pressing flat against the cool wall. Behind you, he moved closer, the heat of his body searing against your back as he pressed a kiss to the curve of your neck.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, his cock brushing against your slick entrance. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own heartbeat.

“Good girl,” he said, his tone both praise and promise,

Jay pushed into you slowly, the stretch drawing a sharp gasp from your lips. His hands gripped your hips firmly, steadying you as he buried himself inside you inch by inch. The fullness was overwhelming, pleasure and pressure mingling as your body adjusted to him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead resting against your shoulder for a moment as he stilled, letting you catch your breath. “You feel so good, baby. So fucking perfect.”

“Such a good girl,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. “Taking me so well.”

Your fingers curled against the wall, your breathing uneven as you tried to ground yourself. But then he pulled back, almost all the way, before thrusting back in, harder this time. A choked moan slipped from your lips, and you felt him smirk against your skin.

“Quiet,” he murmured, though the rasp in his voice made it clear he was anything but calm. “Unless you want everyone out there to know how much of a slut you are”

his lips brushing against your skin as he whispered filthy praise in your ear. You couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, only clutch at the wall for support as he fucked you.

He set a steady rhythm, each thrust deliberate and deep, his hips snapping against yours with a force that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through you. The sound of your bodies moving together filled the otherwise quiet hallway, the wet slide of him inside you embarrassingly loud.

“Jongie—” you gasped, your voice breaking as his hand slid up your body to grasp your breast through the thin fabric of your dress. “You’ve been teasing me all night,” he growled, his teeth grazing your shoulder as he rolled your nipple between his fingers.

heat pooling low in your belly again, his other hand slipped between your thighs, his fingers finding your swollen clit and circling it in time with his thrusts.

“Daddy,” you whimpered, the word slipping out before you could stop it.

Jay froze for a heartbeat, his hips stilling as his grip on your waist tightened. “Say that again,” he demanded, his voice rough, almost dangerous.

“Daddy,” you repeated, your voice trembling.

A low growl rumbled in his chest, and he thrust into you harder, deeper, pulling a sharp cry from your lips. “That’s right,” he said, his hand sliding up to tilt your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, full of lust and control. “You’re such a good girl for Daddy, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you gasped, your walls fluttering around him.

“Look at you,” he muttered, his breath hot against your neck. “So desperate for me, so desperate for daddy.”

His smirk was wicked, and he leaned in to press a biting kiss to your lips. “You’ve been teasing me all night,” he murmured against your mouth. “Walking around in that dress, acting like you didn’t know exactly what you were doing.”

“I wasn’t—”

“Don’t lie to me,” he cut you off, his voice sharp but filled with dark amusement. “You wanted me like this, didn’t you? Wanted Daddy to take you somewhere quiet and remind you who you belong to.”

You couldn’t argue; the words only made your body burn hotter. “Yes,” you admitted, your voice barely audible.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, his hand slipping between your thighs to find your clit. The rough pads of his fingers moved in tight, deliberate circles, his thrusts slowing just enough to drive you mad with need.

You couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped you, your body arching against his as the pleasure built again, more intense this time. Every thrust, every stroke of his fingers pushed you closer to the edge until you were trembling, your walls clenching tightly around him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his movements growing erratic as he chased his own release. “You gonna come for me again, baby?”

“Yes,” you gasped, your nails digging into the wall as your body tensed. “Jay—Daddy,” you gasped, your legs shaking as the pleasure built again, impossibly strong.

“That’s it,” he said, his tone softening as his pace quickened again. “Come for me, baby. Let Daddy feel you.”

The command sent you over the edge, your body tightening around him as you cried out, your release crashing over you in waves. Jay groaned, the sensation pushing him closer to his own climax. His rhythm faltered, his thrusts becoming erratic as he gripped your hips harder, holding you in place as he chased his high.

“Fuck,” he growled, his head dropping to your shoulder as he buried himself deep inside you, his release spilling into you as his body tensed.

The words dissolved into a cry as you came undone, the intensity of your orgasm leaving you shaking. He cursed under his breath, his grip on your hips tightening as he thrust into you one last time, burying himself deep as he spilled inside you.

Jay pulled out of you slowly, his touch lingering as his hands smoothed over your hips. You shivered, still coming down from the intense high, your breath shaky and uneven. He turned you gently to face him, his dark eyes softening as he cupped your flushed cheeks.

“You okay, baby?” he asked, his voice tender now, a contrast to the rough dominance he’d shown moments ago.

You nodded, though your legs felt weak, your body still humming from his touch. “Yeah,” you whispered, meeting his gaze. His lips curved into a satisfied smirk, but there was a flicker of warmth in his expression as he leaned in, kissing you softly. “You were so good for me,” he murmured against your lips. “You have no idea how much I needed that.”

As you tried to collect yourself, the muffled sound of the party filtered back into your awareness. Reality loomed, but Jay’s presence grounded you, his thumb brushing against your cheek in a reassuring gesture.

“We should go back,” you said softly, though part of you didn’t want to leave this bubble you’d created.

Jay tilted his head, studying you for a moment. Then, instead of leading you back to the party, he laced his fingers with yours and tugged you toward another door at the end of the hallway. “Jay, where are we going?” you asked, your pulse quickening as he pushed open the door to reveal an empty, dimly lit private lounge.

He turned to you, his smirk deepening. “I’m not done with you yet, baby,” he said, his voice dripping with mischief. “You think I’m letting you go back out there looking like that? Everyone will know exactly what we just did.”

Your cheeks burned, and you opened your mouth to protest, but he silenced you with a kiss—slow and lingering, his hands roaming your body like he couldn’t get enough.

“I’ll take care of you,” he promised against your lips, his tone soft but commanding. “But you’re not leaving this room until I’ve had my fill.”

[misticxzs]

New Year, New Us

Pairing : Bsf!Heeseung x Bsf!Reader

Sypnosis ~ At a New Year’s Eve party meant to help you forget your ex, your best friend Heeseung steps in to help you get rid of those memories for the new year

genre ~ Friends 2 Lovers, smut, oneshot,

warnings ~ SMUT, drinking,suggestive oral sex,fingering,uhh idk heeseung lowk freaky like that but whatever, Unprotected sex ( don’t do it), kissing, making out, cursing,petnames baby, angel

Wc: 1.1k. > 𝒞atalogue

The bass of the music thumped through the walls, vibrating the floor of the packed apartment as people laughed and cheered, counting down the final hours of the year. You were already on your second drink of the night, leaning against the kitchen counter, when Heeseung appeared by your side with his usual smirk.

“Still sulking?” he teased, nudging your arm gently.

You rolled your eyes, “I’m not sulking.”

“You’ve been staring at your drink for twenty minutes,” he pointed out, leaning casually against the counter next to you. You took a glance at what Heeseung was wearing, a black button down shirt with rolled sleeves, that looked too much like his work uniform.

“It’s just, this whole party was supposed to be a distraction from Hyun Joo , but everywhere i look is just a memory with him” you muttered, taking another sip from your drink

“Look, if he’s already hitting on the next girl that looks at him, he shouldn’t be worth your time” he said softly, “You deserve so much more than that, and I hope you see it.”

His gaze lingered on you, and you felt a warmth spreading through your chest though you couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol or the way he was looking at you.

“Thanks,” you whispered, your eyes meeting his.

The moment stretched, the sounds of the party fading into the background. You’d known Heeseung for years, and he’d always been there for you, But tonight, something felt different. His gaze dipped briefly to your lips before darting back up to your eyes, and your breath hitched.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he asked suddenly, his voice barely audible over the noise.“Yeah,” you said, setting your drink down.

The door to your friend’s guest bedroom was barely closed before Heeseung had you pinned against it, his body pressing firmly against yours as his lips crashed into yours. Heeseung’s was tongue sliding against yours and his teeth biting your bottom lip. His hands roamed your body, gripping your waist which caused You to whimper gasped into his mouth as he tugged your hips against his, the hard press of his clothed shaft pressing against you. His hands roamed your body, sliding up the hem of your dress and squeezing your thighs as he lifted you effortlessly.

“God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he muttered against your lips, carrying you to the bed.

Heeseung’s eyes were full of desire, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

With a swift motion, Heeseung tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it carelessly to the side. Your breath hitched as your eyes scanned over him, His body seemed to glow under the dim light, and you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out, your fingers trailing along the ridges of his torso

“Like what you see?” he teased, his voice low and dripping with amusement, as he kept kissing your neck. “stop teasing hee” you moaned under him.

His lips were trailing kisses down your neck, until he reached your breasts. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling over the sensitive bud while his free hand teased the other. Your back arched, a moan spilling from your lips as he kissed lower, his teeth grazing your hip bone before pulling your panties down with his teeth.

“Heeseung, please,” you whimpered, your thighs trembling in anticipation.

He smirked, spreading your legs and settling between them. “shh, don’t worry I’ve got you baby.”

Heeseung’s fingers slid between your thighs, his touch deliberate and maddeningly slow as he teased you through your soaked lacey panties. “You’re so wet already,” he murmured, his voice dripping with desire. Sliding your panties aside, he let his fingers glide over your slick folds, circling your clit with his finger.He spread your thighs open, settling between them he pressed a teasing kiss to your inner thigh, slowly making his way to your folds , you let out a broken moan, your head falling back against the pillows.

His tongue was dragging slow, deliberate strokes over your core before circling your clit. You cried out, your hands gripping the sheets as he was eating you out like a animal,”Fuck, you taste so good baby, Do you let he groaned, kissing his way back up your body.

Your hands fumbled with his belt, tugging his pants down enough to free him. He hissed when your hand wrapped around him, stroking him slowly, teasingly. “i need you hee” He lined himself up, the thick shaft brushing against your slick entrance teasing you just enough to make your breath hitch. His hand gripped your thigh, holding you open as he leaned down, his lips brushing against your neck.

“Fuck,” he groaned,his voice low, .”You feel so perfect, so fucking tight.” Your thighs trembled around him, the stretch almost too much to handle.With one smooth thrust, he filled you completely, stretching you in a way that had you both moaning in pleasure .

You clung to him, your nails digging into his back leaving marks. His hips snapped against yours, each thrust driving you closer to your climax. His hand slipped between your bodies, His thumb found your clit, rubbing tight, deliberate circles that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You couldn’t help but move, your hips rolling to meet his every thrust, the friction sending you spiraling closer to the edge.

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” he groaned, his voice raw and strained as your movements became more desperate. Your moans growing louder with each roll of your hips. “Heeseung, I’m so close,” you whimpered,

“Cum for me baby” he gasped. “I want to have your cum dripping on my cock angel”

A choked moan tore from your lips as the wave of pleasure hit. Your walls clenched tightly around him, Your eyes rolling back as the orgasm ripped through u

“That’s it,” Heeseung murmured, his voice strained but soothing as he guided you through the overwhelming sensation, his movements slowing but staying deep, his lips brushing over your temple. “So perfect, angel. You’re so perfect.”

He followed seconds later, burying himself deep inside you with a guttural moan, his body tensing before collapsing on top of you.

Heeseung pressed a lazy kiss to your shoulder, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you against his chest.

As you lay together, trying to catch your breath, the sound of fireworks exploded in the distance, their colors lighting up the window behind you. Heeseung rolled onto his side, pulling you close, his fingers brushing your cheek as a satisfied smile tugged at his lips.

“Happy New Year,” he murmured, his voice low and soft.

You smiled, your heart still pounding. “Happy New Year, Heeseung.”

a/n: first smut fanfic? i hope you get the vision, i want to try improving my writing also NEW YEARS EVE FANFIC?? hopefully by the time i post it will be 2025, But Happy New Year If you do hope you guys have hade a wonderful 2024!! Please enjoy my fanfic with 100s of typos :>

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Late Nights

Synopsis ~ Heeseung had always been the kind of person who thrived in fast paced environments , As a business intern at a prestigious firm, he was used to numbers and deadlines, but everything changed when he met you

Pairing ~ BussinesIntern!Heeseung x FashionMajor!reader

Genre ~ Fluff, established relationship,oneshot

wc ~ 324 ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི. > 𝒞atalogue

One chilly evening, as u sat in your shared apartment sketching designs, Heeseung walked in after his business meeting, a playful smirk lighting up his face. He plopped down beside you, curiosity sparkling in his eyes. "What are you working on?" he asked, leaning in closer to get a better look at your sketches. You glanced up at his slightly tired face, noticing how his eyes brightened with interest. "It's a new collection my professor wants us to work on," you replied, feeling your tiredness fade away. Heeseung chuckled softly, shaking his head slightly. “Anyways, how was your business meeting, Hee?”

Exhausting. I’m going to have to go into the office tomorrow around 5, which is annoying. I don’t think Sunoo or Jay are going to come in either, so that just makes it better…” he sighed, his voice laced with frustration. Hearing his little rant, you felt your heart tug with sympathy. "Well, maybe we can cuddle and it might make you feel better," you suggested, a playful glint in your eyes. You shifted closer, wrapping your arms around him, feeling the warmth radiating from his body. Smiling brightly, you snuggled towards Heeseung's neck. “Hey, is this a trick just so I can give you cuddles?” He teased, his voice light and playful.

You chuckled softly, watching the tension in his shoulders ease a bit. "Maybe it is," you said, a playful smirk dancing on your lips. "But honestly, I think we could really use this right now." Your voice dropped to a whisper as you nestled deeper into each other's embrace.

a/n this is my first fic so its pretty short and honestly i did not like writing this at all, it kind of doesnt make sense but whatever, probs so many typos and the grammar website i used didn’t really help so i hope its okay :<

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Masterlist :

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, The ex.

Keys : 🧾smut | 📓 fluff | 🍙angst | 📁 smau

- 이희승 Lee Heeseung :

Late Nights (fluff, oneshot)

Sypnosis ~ Heeseung had always been the kind of person who thrived in fast paced environments , As a business intern at a prestigious firm, he was used to numbers and deadlines, but everything changed when he met you

New Year, New Us (smut, oneshot)

Sypnosis ~ At a New Year’s Eve party meant to help you forget your ex, your best friend Heeseung steps to help you get rid of those memories for the new year

- 박종성 Park Jongseong :

Prada Elites (smut, oneshot)

Sypnosis : At a luxurious Prada afterparty, Jay, a famous idol, can’t help but be captivated by his longtime girlfriend, a Prada model, their relationship remaining a well-kept secret. Unable to resist any longer, Jay pulls her away from the prying eyes

- 심재윤 Sim Jaeyun :

tba..

- 박성훈 Park Sunghoon :

Gloves and Bruises (fluff , oneshot)

Sypnosis : Who knew that while Studying late for your biology exam , you would be the one bandaging your boyfriends wounds late at night

- 김선우 Kim Sunoo :

tba…

- 양정원 Yang Jungwon :

tba…

- 西村力 Nishimura Riki :

tba …

- Enhypen

tba…

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