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won4kiss · 23 days

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── ❝ ꒰ 𝒲𝐻𝐸𝑁 𝒴𝑂𝑈 𝒜𝐿𝑀𝑂𝑆𝑇 𝐵𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐾𝑈𝑃 𝐷𝑈𝑅𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐴𝑁 𝒜𝑅𝐺𝑈𝑀𝐸𝑁𝑇 .ᐟㅤ ៸៸﹙ 엔하이픈 ﹚ ᶻ𐰁

GENRE ៸៸ angst ៸ hyung line ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆in which your relationship nearly comes to an end .ᐟㅤ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕0.4k-1.0k per member ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not edited ៸ arguing ៸ pet names ៸ swearing ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭— i’m gna cry schools so soon T-T 𖥔 ݁˖ 𝑟𝘦𝑞𝘶𝑒𝘴𝑡𝘦𝑑 ៸៸

୨୧ ‎이희승 ── 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

the anniversary dinner sat cold on the dining table, candles flickering sadly in the dim and darkened room.

you’d been waiting for hours at this point, checking the clock every few minutes, willing it to move slower or faster—you didn’t even know anymore.

the tightness in your chest had started as an uneasy flutter when heeseung missed the time you’d agreed on.

but you had faith in heeseung— you didn’t think he’d ever go as far as standing you up on your anniversary.

but now, as minutes stretched into hours, that flutter had grown into a gnawing ache of disappointment and helplessness.

when he finally walked through the door, his face was flushed with exhaustion, hair damp with sweat from what you knew had been another dance practice.

he didn’t look at you at first, too busy kicking off his shoes and tossing his bag onto the floor.

he didn’t notice the table you had set or the special effort you had put into the evening. ─── 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘜𝘛 .ᐟㅤ

you swallowed the lump in your throat, trying to simmer down the emotions threatening to overflow.

“heeseung,” you called out softly, your voice strained and breaking slightly as you held back tears.

and finally—he looked up, and you could see the weariness etched into every line of his face.

his tired eyes landed on the table and then on you, a flash of realization crossing his features as he understood what he had missed.

“oh… y/n, i’m so sorry,” he murmured, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

“i… completely forgot.”

that was the breaking point. you had tried to be patient, to understand his busy schedule and the demands on his time.

but tonight, on your anniversary, his absence felt like a harsh slap in the face.

the hurt bloomed in your chest, pushing past the barrier you’d built to contain it.

“heeseung.. i know you’re busy,” you said, your voice shaking with the effort to keep calm, “but i can’t keep pretending that i’m okay with being second to everything else in your life.”

his eyes widened at the gravity of your words, and he took a hesitant step toward you.

“y/n, come on, that’s not what i meant—”

“but it feels like it is, heeseung!” you interrupted, wiping a tear from your cheek.

“i’ve been here waiting, trying to be understanding, but it’s like you’re slipping away. it hurts, and i don’t know how much longer i can do this.”

the air between you grew thick with unspoken fears and frustrations, the tension like forcing the two of you to your breaking point.

you could see the guilt wash over heeseung’s face as he processed the impact of his actions—or rather, his absence.

he reached for you, his hands gentle but desperate as they grasped yours.

“please don’t say that,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotions.

“i know, baby— i know i’ve been a mess lately, and i let you down, but i love you. i love you more than anything, y/n, and i can’t lose you.”

you could feel the sincerity in his words, the way his hands trembled slightly as they held yours.

heeseung had always been the calm, composed one, but now, you could see the vulnerability in his eyes—the fear of losing you. it made your heart ache even more.

“i’m so sorry,” he said, his voice cracking. “i never wanted to make you feel like you weren’t important. i’ve just been so caught up in everything, and i didn’t realize how much i was hurting you.”

tears welled in your eyes again, but this time they were from the relief of hearing him acknowledge what you had been feeling for so long.

“i just need to know that i matter to you, heeseung,” you whispered, leaning into his touch.

“you do,” he whispered back, pulling you into his arms, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

“you matter more than anything. i’ll do better, i promise. i’ll make time for us, for you.”

you pressed your face into his chest, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, and let out a long, shaky breath.

it wasn’t perfect, but it was enough—for now.

you knew he meant every word, and you could feel the love in his embrace, the way he held you like he never wanted to let go.

“i love you,” you mumbled into his shirt, your voice muffled but heartfelt.

heeseung smiled softly and kissed the top of your head. “i love you too. always.”

୨୧ ‎박종성 ── 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆

it was late, and the shared apartment was quiet, save for the soft hum of the city outside the opened window.

you and jay had been arguing for what felt like hours— every word felt like another brick in the wall growing between you two, each sentence loaded with a hit of frustration and hurt.

he was pacing the room, hands running through his hair in that agitated way he always did when he didn’t know what to say.

“you don’t get it, jay,” you said, your voice breaking as you tried to keep it steady.

“you don’t even try to let me in anymore. it’s like you’ve shut me out.”

he stopped pacing and turned to face you, his expression hard and agitated.

“you think i’ve shut you out? i’m doing everything i can to keep things together, and you’re telling me i’m not trying?”

his voice had a sharp edge to it, the kind that cut deep because it wasn’t just anger—it was hurt.

but you were hurt too. you had been feeling neglected, like you were no longer a priority in his life.

every time he walked out the door, another piece of your heart went with him.

“you don’t even see me anymore,” you whispered, tears blurring your vision. “it’s like i’m just… here, waiting for you to care again.”

jay’s face fell at your words, the anger draining from him as the reality of what you were saying sank in.

for a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of your quiet sobs and the sound of city traffic outside.

then to your surprise— he moved. slowly, hesitantly, he crossed the room and knelt in front of you, his hands resting gently on your knees.

“y/n, honey…” he began softly, his voice low and thick with emotion,

“i’m so sorry. i didn’t realize… i didn’t know i was making you feel this way.”

you looked down at him, your heart aching at the sight of him like this—so open, so vulnerable.

“i just want you to see me again, jay. i want to feel like i matter.”

“you do matter,” he said quickly, his eyes locking with yours, desperate and pleading.

“you— you matter more than anything, and i’ve been an idiot for not showing you that.”

his hands moved up to cradle your face, wiping away the tears that had fallen.

“i love you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

“i love you so much, and i’m sorry if i’ve made you feel like you weren’t the most important thing in my life. i’ll fix this. we’ll fix this.”

you took a shaky breath, the weight of his words and the sincerity in his eyes melting away the walls you had built up.

“i love you too, meanie..” you whispered, your voice trembling but a small grin making its way onto the corners of your lips.

jay smiled softly, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“we’re going to be just fine, honey,” he murmured, his lips brushing your skin.

and in that moment, wrapped in his warmth and love, you believed him.

୨୧ ‎심재윤 ── 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐌

the argument with jake had reached a breaking point.

you had never seen him this upset, his normally warm and gentle demeanor replaced by frustration and hurt.

the two of you stood on opposite sides of the living room, the space between you feeling like a brick wall— that neither of you knew how to cross.

“you’re never around anymore,” you said, your voice trembling with emotion.

“it feels like i’m losing you, jake.”

his expression softened for a brief moment, but then his frustration returned.

“i’m trying, y/n. you know i am. but it’s not easy. i don’t know how to be everything at once.”

the tears you had been holding back finally spilled over, and you looked away, your heart aching.

“i just need you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

“i need you, jake.”

for a moment, the room was silent, the weight of your words hanging in the air. then, with a heavy sigh, jake crossed the room in a few long strides and pulled you into his arms.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. “i’m so sorry, i was being an asshole.”

you buried your face in his chest, the familiar scent of him calming your racing heart.

his arms tightened around you, as if he was afraid to let go.

“i love you,” he murmured, his voice breaking. “i love you so much, and i hate that i’ve made you feel like this.”

you clung to him, your tears soaking into his shirt as you whispered back, “i love you too.”

jake kissed the top of your head and pulled back just enough to look into your eyes.

“we’ll figure this out,” he promised softly.

“i’ll be better. we’ll be better.”

and in that moment, as you stood in his arms, you believed that everything would be okay.

୨୧ ‎박성훈 ── 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍

the room was eerily quiet, the soft ticking of the clock on the wall being the only sound in the room.

you stood by the window, staring out at the rain as it pattered against the glass.

sunghoon sat on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees, head down.

the argument had been brutal—harsher than either of you had anticipated.

it had started small, as it always did. but tonight, the tension had finally snapped.

“you’re so cold lately,” you had said, your voice tight with disappointment.

“you don’t talk to me anymore. you barely even look at me.”

sunghoon’s eyes had flicked toward you, his jaw clenched in that familiar stoic expression.

“i’m just tired, y/n— i honestly don’t know what you want me to say…” he’d replied, his tone dismissive and distant.

“tired?” you had scoffed, crossing your arms.

“that’s always your excuse, sunghoon. you never open up, you never let me in, and i’m tired of it.”

he hadn’t responded right away. instead, he had looked away, as if avoiding your gaze could somehow prevent the inevitable.

but that only made the ache in your chest deepen. the distance between you had grown too wide, and you felt like sunghoon was slipping away from you more and more everyday.

“maybe i just don’t wanna talk to you,” sunghoon had said, his voice low but sharp.

the words had hit you like a punch to the gut. you’d stared at him, stunned, before shaking your head in disbelief.

“what are you saying? that we’re just… done?”

he hadn’t answered. instead, he had looked away again, his silence speaking louder than any words could.

the argument had spiraled from there, both of you saying things you didn’t mean, words laced with hurt and anger.

you had accused him of not caring, of being distant and cold, and he had retaliated by saying that you were too demanding, that he couldn’t always be what you needed him to be.

now, the aftermath of those words hung heavy in the air, and you wondered if this was it—if this was the moment everything would fall apart.

you heard sunghoon shift on the couch, his movements hesitant. “y/n,” he finally spoke, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable. “i’m.. sorry.”

the apology caught you off guard. you turned to face him, your eyes meeting his for the first time since the argument began.

his expression was no longer cold and distant—instead, you saw the vulnerability he always tried to hide, the cracks in the icy exterior he put up as a defense mechanism.

“i didn’t mean what i said,” sunghoon continued, his voice quiet but hesitant.

“i don’t want to lose you. i just… i don’t know how to be open sometimes. it’s not because i don’t care, it’s because i care too much.”

your heart clenched at his words. sunghoon had always been guarded, preferring to keep his emotions locked away rather than risk being hurt.

but now, as he sat there, looking at you with those dark, warm eyes, you could see how much he was struggling.

you walked over to him slowly, your footsteps echoing in the quiet room.

when you reached him, you knelt in front of the couch, your hands resting gently on his knees.

“i don’t want to lose you either,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion.

“but i need you to communicate hoon, talk to me— i can’t do this if you constantly keep shutting me out.”

he looked down at you, his gaze softening as he took in your words.

slowly, he reached out and cupped your face in his hands, his touch gentle and firm.

“i’m scared,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

“i’m scared of messing this up, of hurting you. so i close off because it feels safer that way. but i’m gonna stop— im gonna try, for you.”

tears welled in your eyes at his confession, and you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes for a moment to savor the warmth of his hands against your skin.

“you don’t have to be perfect, sunghoon, that’s not what i’m asking at all—” you whispered, your voice cracking.

“i just need you to be honest with me. i love you for who you are, flaws and all.”

his thumbs gently wiped away the tears that had escaped down your cheeks, and he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours.

“i love you too,” he murmured, his voice thick with admiration.

“i’m sorry i’ve been so distant. i’ll try to be better. i’ll try to be the person you deserve.”

you smiled through your tears, your heart swelling with love for him.

“that’s all i ask,” you whispered, your voice soft and full of warmth.

sunghoon pulled you into his arms then, wrapping you in his embrace as if he never wanted to let go.

you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, and for the first time in a long while, you felt the tension between you dissolve.

in its place, there was only love—pure, unguarded, and real.

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sjylouvre · 23 days

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work’s talk (sjy)

WARNINGS: pet names, kisses, f sitting on m’s lap, proofread but i'm sorry if there's mistakes! (Imk if i missed something pls!!

desc: jake tells you about his day at work but you find yourself admiring him talking because his cuteness takes over.

genre: fluff

pairing: bf!jake x afab!reader

wc: 1k

jake was in the middle of recounting a hilarious story, his voice full of excitement. we were curled up on the couch, and you were sitting comfortably on his lap, your legs draped over the side of the couch, and your arms wrapped loosely around his neck. the dim light from the lamp cast a warm, golden glow around us, creating a cozy and intimate atmosphere.

so, there we were, right in the middle of this big, serious meeting, jake said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. and suddenly, mark—the guy who never cracks a joke—just blurts out this line. i swear, the whole room erupted in laughter. even our boss, who’s usually so composed, had tears streaming down his face. it was the funniest thing i’ve ever seen.

as jake laughed, his whole body shook with the force of his amusement. his laugh was infectious, and you found yourself getting lost in the way his face lit up, the warmth in his voice, and the feel of his hands resting gently on your hips. his happiness was contagious, and you couldn’t help but smile as you admired how adorable he looked.

you shifted slightly in his lap, turning to face him more directly. your fingers idly played with the hair at the nape of his neck, and you found yourself more captivated by his presence than the story itself. the way his eyes crinkled with joy, his lips curled into that charming grin—he was just so endearing.

jake, you interrupted softly, your voice filled with affection.

he glanced down at you, surprised but smiling. yeah?

without another word, you leaned in and kissed him. the kiss was spontaneous, a sudden but tender expression of how much you adored him. his lips were warm and soft against yours, and the world outside seemed to fade away as you connected in that sweet moment.

for a brief instant, jake’s body tensed in surprise, but then he relaxed, his hands gently cupping your face. he kissed you back with a softness and care that made your heart flutter. the kiss deepened, filled with the warmth and love you felt for him.

when you finally pulled apart, jake’s face was flushed with a happy glow. he looked at you with a mix of surprise and tenderness. what was that for? he asked, his voice low and slightly breathless.

you smiled up at him, feeling a warm blush on your cheeks. you were just so incredibly cute. i couldn’t resist, you said, brushing a stray lock of hair away from his forehead. the way you talk, the way you laugh—it all makes me fall for you even more.

jake’s eyes softened with affection. you’re the one who’s adorable, he said, his voice filled with sincerity. every time you look at me like that, it makes me feel like the luckiest guy in the world.

you giggled, resting your forehead against his. and you make me feel like the luckiest girl, you whispered. i’m so grateful for you, for every little thing you do. you make everything better just by being you.

jake’s arms tightened around you, pulling you even closer. interrupt me with kisses anytime, he said with a playful grin, his eyes twinkling with love and warmth.

deal, you replied, snuggling into him, feeling the comforting heat of his body. you rested your head on his shoulder, your cheek brushing against the softness of his shirt. his heartbeat was steady and reassuring, a rhythmic reminder of how close you were.

you settled into a comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s presence. jake’s hand gently stroked your back, his touch soothing and calming. every now and then, he’d lean down to place a tender kiss on your temple or cheek. each kiss was a gentle reminder of how much he cared.

how did i get so lucky? jake murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with wonder and affection.

you looked up at him, your eyes meeting his with a soft, loving gaze. i could ask you the same thing babe, you said, your heart swelling with joy. you make every day brighter. your kindness, your laughter, the way you make me feel so loved—it’s everything i’ve ever wanted.

jake’s hand moved to rest gently on the back of your neck, his fingers tracing light, tender circles. you’re my everything princess, he said softly. you make my life so much better just by being in it. i don’t know how i ever lived without you.

you nuzzled into him, feeling a deep sense of contentment. and you’re everything to me, you replied, closing your eyes and letting yourself relax completely in his embrace. you’re my rock, my joy, my heart.

as the night wore on, you stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s warmth. the world outside felt distant and unimportant. you continued to exchange soft kisses and tender words, your conversation drifting into a gentle, loving rhythm. jake’s hand continued its soothing strokes on your back, his touch a constant comfort.

eventually, you shifted slightly, adjusting yourself so you were even more securely nestled in his lap, your head resting against his chest. jake’s arms encircled you more firmly, and he began to hum softly, a gentle, soothing melody that made you feel even more at peace.

being with you like this feels perfect, jake whispered, his voice filled with genuine happiness.

you looked up at him, a contented smile on your lips. i couldn’t agree more, you said, leaning in to give him another soft kiss. there’s nowhere else i’d rather be.

you stayed close, your foreheads touching, your breaths mingling as you enjoyed the simple, sweet closeness of the moment. as sleep began to beckon, you felt an overwhelming sense of love and contentment, knowing you were right where you belonged—with jake, in his arms, sharing quiet, tender moments that made everything else fade away.

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sweetvenomnet · 1 month

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You wanna be part of a community that helps each other with our writing, hypes each other up and loves Enhypen? Then read on below!

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self-driving-cars-360 · 2 years

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StradVision Wins AutoSens 2022 Gold Award for Perception Software Read more: https://www.selfdrivingcars360.com/stradvision-wins-autosens-2022-gold-award-for-perception-software/

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joeturpinart · 7 years

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I'm very pleased to present the official cover artwork for the track 'Rain' by Mic-Lo The Dreamer, released with @svnsetwaves RISING TIDES 010 album! Mic-Lo The Dreamer is a young London based producer whose work I've admired for a while now, and I've been wanting to do some artwork for musicians, I'm glad it's come together. There is more to follow soon. Listen to the track below, I heard it's been raining back home in Johannesburg.

https://soundcloud.com/svnsetwaves/miclothedreamer-rain

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'Rain' 2017 - Oil stick, found image, water colour on Fabriano paper. Series of Four Artworks.

#Rain #Mic-Lo The Dreamer #Cover Art #Joe Turpin #Svnet Waves #Cover #Artwork #Johannesburg #London

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clovked · 6 years

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nuadox · 2 years

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Automotive tech company StradVision secures $88M Series C

- By Nuadox Crew -

California-based StradVision, an AI perception processing company for autonomous vehicles and advanced driver-assistance systems (ADAS), announced on August 9 that it has secured a $88 million Series C funding round.

Strategic investors included in this round of funding for StradVision are ZF and Aptiv. With this round closed, StradVision now has $129m USD in cumulative funding from the seed round through Series C. Automotive industry strategic investors to date for StradVision have included Aptiv, Hyundai Motor Company, Hyundai Mobis, LG Electronics, AISIN (Japan), and ZF.

StradVision has seen exponential business and team growth over the past year, including their second German office opening and new local subsidiary opening in Michigan. In this regard, the company has expanded with a workforce expansion of 69.2% YoY to 308 in June 2022. The company has also been successfully completing proof-of-concept (PoC) projects and production projects, paving the road to more mass production. Furthermore, the company continues to establish partnerships and customers across multiple OEMs and Tier-1s worldwide to deploy their SVNet network on various vehicle models.

SVNet powers the perception technology behind ADAS and autonomous vehicles, enabling external vehicle perception via 14+ platforms to accurately and safely detect and recognize objects. It was the first network to run deep learning-based object detection software on TDA2x, V3H, V3M, and H3. Other StradVision products include SVNet Tools, which removes the need to have a large team spending hundreds of hours correcting objects with the risk of human error. StradVision's clients can expect to immediately and drastically reduce manpower, cost, and error. Also, SVNet's training suite enables partners to internally utilize and train their own data, making AI training simple, easy, and streamlined.

Source: StradVision

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inkchwe · 9 days

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three men & a crib | 𝖕𝖘𝖍

୨୧ pairing: park sunghoon x fem!reader ୨୧ word count: 1.2k ୨୧ genre: fluff, comedy ୨୧ tags: established relationship, soontobedad!sunghoon, married!au, pregnant!reader. ୨୧ synopsis: Sunghoon is wasting time not building the furniture in the nursery, mainly the terrifyingly intricate crib his pregnant wife ordered. What else can he do besides call Jake and Jay to help him?

How did he end up in this situation? Sunghoon is staring down the cardboard box in his living room, armed with a handful of tools and an instruction manual that might as well have been written in an alien language.

“I can do it when I get home from the shower,” you told him two hours ago, pouting at the fact the crib still had yet to be constructed. The baby would be arriving in less than three months and there was still so much of the nursery that needed to be completed. The main piece being the place your child was meant to sleep.

Sunghoon shrugged off the idea. No way were you going to try building furniture when you should be focusing solely on relaxing. Your belly was too swollen at this point for Sunghoon to let you even carry in a heavy bag of groceries without assistance. What kind of husband would he be if he let you do manual labor in your condition?

“No, baby,” he said, kissing your forehead with reassurance. “I promise to finish it. Just focus on having fun today and when you get home it’ll all be done, you’ll see.”

With a sigh and a kiss to his lips, you were off with your mother to your baby shower. Heeseung’s wife Yunjin organized the entire day for you, and Sunghoon wouldn’t let something as simple as a piece of infant furniture get in the way of your good time.

But now, staring down the dismantled pieces of the crib, he’s starting to grow anxious at the thought of you coming home to his empty promises and utter disappointment. He reads over the first step of the instructions again, and the words practically bleed over and into each other on the page. Admittedly, Sunghoon was not well-versed in carpentry, but surely it shouldn’t be this hard to understand.

Whatever he has to do to figure it out, he won’t let you down. And he won’t look like an incompetent father because of some measly, complex instructions.

So, he does the next best thing he can: he calls in backup.

Jake and Jay sit next to Sunghoon on the living room floor, looking over the parts of the crib that they’ve agreed go together first and have to be constructed in the proper order.

After forty-five minutes of assembly, the three men feel an acceptable amount of confidence they completed the crib.

Except for the fact there’s a random piece of wood sticking out in the center of the crib itself.

“I’m telling you the directions said that that was supposed to go there,” Jay insists, skimming the manual.

Sunghoon groans. “Tell me exactly Jay what the fuck that is supposed to do.” He emphasizes his argument by pointing directly at the block of wood in the middle of the crib.

“I don’t know, man, to keep the baby from moving?” Jay retorts.

“Okay, let’s just start over,” Jake says to both men, tired of their bickering already.

Just when the men think they’re getting somewhere, they read the next line of instructions and feel like idiots for putting this piece of wood with that screw.

“This might as well have been written in ancient Egyptian, man. Why did she have to buy the most annoying crib in existence?” Jay grumbles and flips through the manual again.

“She said it comes with a lot of safety features,” Sunghoon answers, taking apart the two pieces of wood that Jake put together initially. Sunghoon wishes he could go back in time and stop you from buying it in the first place. Of course he also wanted the best for your child, but did the damn bed need to come with so many bells and whistles for all of this hassle?

By the time Sunghoon dismantles the pieces and puts them back in an organized pile on the floor, Jake looks ready to give up and raid the fridge.

“We could just find the model online and order it assembled,” Jake suggests. A yawn leaves his lips, already fatigued at the minimal effort he put in.

“And say what to my wife?” Sunghoon asks with a scoff. “That I was too stupid to make it without help?”

Jay and Jake look at Sunghoon without a word, their stares saying enough.

“You know what I mean, assholes.” Sunghoon looks at the instructions over Jay’s shoulder again and grunts. “We are three strong and capable men. We can do this!”

Less than an hour later, Jake is on the manufacturer’s website. Thankfully, the model number was written in bold font on the front of the manual. And even better, crib assembly and one-day delivery is only an extra hundred dollars.

“I’ll name the next kid after you, man.” Sunghoon pats Jake on the back as the older one puts his card information into the order.

“Whatever. Just don’t expect me to not spill the beans if your wife asks me about this.”

Jay chuckles and helps Sunghoon put the pieces of the original crib back in the cardboard packaging.

Three hours later, two delivery guys come up the elevator with the crib to bring into Sunghoon’s apartment. It fits with the rest of the nursery, the color of the wood matching well with the decorations you had already put up for the baby’s arrival.

You walk into the apartment later in the day to find Sunghoon sitting at the couch waiting for you. You smile at him and immediately snuggle in close to his chest.

“How was the shower?” Sunghoon kisses the crown of your head as his hand runs across the center of your stomach. His warmth immediately calms you after the long day of greeting family and friends.

“Fun, but a lot. By the third hour I was over talking about breastfeeding.”

Sunghoon chuckles and kisses your cheek. Even now, after four years of marriage and a baby on the way, he still managed to make you feel like the same lovesick teenager you were when you first met. The feeling sank deep into your bones and made you even more sure that you picked the right person to spend forever with.

“Thank you for putting the crib together,” you say. You squeeze the hand that’s on your stomach with your own. “We appreciate you so much.”

Sunghoon smiles earnestly and kisses you on the lips. “And I appreciate you. None of this would be possible without you, you know.”

You grin. “Likewise.”

When you wake in the middle of the night later on, waddling to the nursery and admiring the quality of the crib, you chuckle quietly to yourself.

Sunghoon was completely unaware of how cute he looked in the Ring camera helping the delivery guys bring in the assembled crib. He also had no idea that you had watched from the comfort of Heeseung’s couch as the gentlemen, with Jake and Jay in tow, all shuffled into the apartment hours ago with the second crib.

Maybe the biggest lesson of parenthood was that sometimes it was better to work smarter and not harder. And regardless, Sunghoon would do anything to make sure you and your child were happy. What more could you ask for?

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won4kiss · 6 days

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── ❝ ꒰ 𝒥𝐸𝐴𝐿𝑂𝑈𝑆𝑌 ៸ 𝒥𝐸𝐴𝐿𝑂𝑈𝑆𝑌 .ᐟㅤ ៸៸﹙ 박성훈 ﹚ ᶻ𐰁

GENRE ៸៸ academic rivals ៸ oneshot ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆in which you spotting your academic rival with another girl makes you feel things you had never once experienced before .ᐟㅤ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕1551 ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not proofread ៸ flirty hoon ៸ pet names ៸ cursing ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭 — i miss enha and riize school is depriving me. ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

YOU’VE NEVER LIKED PARK SUNGHOON.

from the very first moment you both met, he was always a step ahead of you—academically, athletically, socially.

even when he wasn’t trying, it seemed like he was out to get you in every way.

whether it was the way he’d breeze through math equations that left you staring at the chalkboard for minutes on end— or how he managed to charm every teacher with his charming wittiness and smooth-talking nature, he just seemed… infuriatingly perfect.

but what made it worse was that he knew it.

“better luck next time, y/n,” sunghoon would say after every test you lost to him.

“don’t worry princess, you’ll get there eventually.” he’d say with a smirk.

and every single time, you would grind your teeth, roll your eyes, and ignore the smug grin on his face.

he was constantly teasing you, acting like your rivalry was all just a game.

he didn’t even take it seriously!— meanwhile, you were constantly working your hardest, pushing yourself to beat him.

but no matter how hard you tried, he was always there, effortlessly flawless. ─── 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘜𝘛 !

the teasing got worse during group projects, where you were often paired together due to your similar grades.

while you were focused on getting things done, sunghoon was focused on teasing you at every opportunity.

“come on, you don’t need to work so hard,” he’d say one afternoon when you were hunched over your notes in the library.

“you’re gonna get wrinkles from all that frowning. besides, you’re cute when you smile.”

you scoffed. “you’re delusional, sunghoon. maybe if you focused more on the project and less on making stupid comments, we wouldn’t be here all afternoon.”

he leaned back in his chair, flashing you that infuriating smirk.

“but tell me, where exactly is the fun in that?”

you hated how his teasing always got under your skin.

and even more than that, you hated how sometimes, when he wasn’t being his cocky self, you caught glimpses of something else.

a small, genuine smile when he thought you weren’t looking—the way his eyes seemed to soften, just for a split second, whenever you were caught up in your work.

but you told yourself it didn’t matter. he was your rival, nothing more.

until one day, everything changed.

it started on a regular afternoon—you were heading to the library to study, the dread of another upcoming test hanging over your shoulders.

you were determined this time to beat sunghoon, no matter what it took.

you had stayed up late the past few nights, reviewing your notes and going over practice problems.

there was absolutely no freaking way in hell you were going to let him win again.

as you approached the library, you spotted sunghoon sitting at a table near the back.

at first, you were ready to ignore him and focus on your work, but then you noticed he wasn’t alone.

a girl sat beside him, leaning close as they whispered and giggled together.

your footsteps faltered, something sharp making its way in your chest.

you didn’t know why, but the sight of sunghoon laughing with someone else—someone who wasn’t you—stung in a way that left you breathless.

you had never seen him like this before— his face was relaxed, open, and there was something intimate about the way they were sitting together, their heads close, completely absorbed in their conversation.

sunghoon’s usually cool and detached demeanor had melted away, replaced by something softer, something you didn’t understand.

and it hurt.

before you could stop yourself, you turned on your heel and walked away.

your chest was tight, and the rational part of your mind tried to convince you that it didn’t matter.

sunghoon was free to talk to whoever he wanted—you sure weren’t his girlfriend, and you certainly didn’t care about what he did outside of your academic rivalry.

but that didn’t stop the flood of emotions crashing through you.

the anger—jealousy—confusion, and somewhere, buried deep beneath it all, was the tiniest flicker of something else—something you refused to acknowledge.

for the next few days, you did everything you could to avoid him.

you stopped going to the library at your usual times, sat farther away from him in class, and when he tried to talk to you, you’d brush him off with a cold remark lacking your usual bicker or pretending you were too busy to listen.

if he noticed, he didn’t say anything, but you caught him glancing your way more often than usual, a frown tugging at his lips.

to distract yourself, you started hanging out with your friend wonbin more.

he was easygoing, fun to be around, and most importantly, he didn’t make your emotions spiral out of control the way sunghoon did.

you’d spend lunch together, study in the library in a different corner from where you and sunghoon would, and soon enough, he became your go-to when you wanted to take your mind off things.

but of course, sunghoon noticed.

it started with the glances—you’d be sitting with wonbin, laughing at one of his jokes, and you’d catch sunghoon watching from across the room.

his usual confidence was replaced with something darker—his jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed.

it unsettled you, but you told yourself it wasn’t your problem, he had no right to be upset when he had been laughing with that girl just days ago.

then came the confrontation.

you were walking to your next class, distracted by a conversation with wonbin, when you felt a firm hand grab your wrist.

startled, you spun around to find sunghoon standing there, his expression hard.

his grip wasn’t tight, but there was something urgent in the way he held onto you, as if he couldn’t let you leave without hearing him out.

“can i talk to you?” his voice was low, but you could hear the tension brewing beneath it.

“not now, sunghoon,” you replied, trying to pull your arm free, but he didn’t let go.

“no, we need to talk. now.. please?”

wonbin gave you a concerned look, but you forced a smile and told him you’d catch up later.

as he walked away, sunghoon tugged you into a quiet, empty hallway where no one could overhear you.

“what the hell is your problem?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper but filled with frustration.

your heart pounded in your chest.

“seriously—my problem? you’re the one acting like an ass.”

“i’m acting like an ass? you’re the one ignoring me for no reason and hanging out with him all the time.” his eyes flicked toward the direction wonbin had walked off in, his jealousy evident.

“oh, so i’m not allowed to have friends now?” you shot back, your voice rising in frustration.

“why do you even care?”

sunghoon’s jaw tightened. “because it’s driving me crazy, okay? seeing you with him—it drives me insane. i don’t know what’s going on, but—” he ran a hand through his hair, his frustration clear.

“why are you avoiding me, y/n? did i do something wrong?”

the vulnerability in his voice caught you off guard. you weren’t used to seeing him like this—raw, open, and confused.

it made your heart ache in a way you weren’t prepared for.

“i saw you,” you finally admitted, crossing your arms in an attempt to keep your voice steady.

“in the library. with that girl. you were laughing with her, and i just—”

you swallowed, unable to finish the sentence. “nevermind—it doesn’t matter.”

sunghoon blinked, his confusion deepening further.

“wait, what girl?”

you glared at him. “don’t play dumb, sunghoon. the girl you were whispering with the other day.”

realization dawned on his face, and for the first time in the conversation, he looked genuinely taken aback.

“you mean… my cousin?”

your stomach dropped. “what?”

“the girl in the library. that was my cousin, y/n. she was visiting for the weekend, and i was just showing her around.” he paused, his lips twitching as if he was holding back laughter.

“wait—no way… are you jealous?”

heat rushed to your face, and you immediately looked away, mortified.

“no! of course not—are you crazy?”

but your weak protest only made him laugh softly, his earlier frustration replaced by amusement— he stepped closer, his tone gentle now.

“you are— don’t lie to me, you’re totally jealous.”

“i’m not,” you mumbled, refusing to meet his eyes.

your cheeks burned with embarrassment. how could you have been so stupid?

sunghoon chuckled, his voice lowering as he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“you’re really cute when you’re flustered, you know that?”

before you could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing against your cheek in the softest of kisses.

the warmth of his plush and soft lips on your skin sent shivers down your spine, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe.

when he pulled back, his own cheeks were dusted with pink, and he suddenly looked just as flustered as you felt.

“uh… i’ll, um, see you later,” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly before quickly turning on his heel and walking away, leaving you standing there, heart racing, utterly speechless.

what the hell are you going to do with park sunghoon?

៸៸ ❝ PLEASE REBLoG AND LiKE .ᐟㅤ 💌

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sjylouvre · 14 days

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always (lhs)

WARNINGS: pet names, kisses, proofread but i'm sorry if there's mistakes! (Imk if i missed something pls!!)

anon’s req: “hiiii can i request boyfriend hee taking care of reader that isn't feeling well”

genre: fluff

pairing: bf!heeseung x afab!reader

wc: 1.3k

You’ve been feeling mentally off all day—a strange, heavy weight you can’t quite shake. It’s not physical pain, but the emotional exhaustion has made even the simplest tasks seem impossible. You’ve been trying to distract yourself, pushing through the day as best as you can, but nothing seems to help.

Heeseung texts you earlier, asking how you’re doing, but you didn’t want to worry him. So, you kept it short, saying you were just tired. It’s easier that way, or at least that’s what you tell yourself.

By the time late afternoon rolls around, you can’t ignore it anymore. The ache in your chest is too much, and you find yourself curled up on the couch, barely able to focus on anything. The phone buzzes in your hand, and this time, it’s not just a message. Heeseung is calling.

“Hello?” Your voice is barely above a whisper, thick with emotion you’ve been holding back.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Heeseung’s voice is instantly laced with concern, no playful banter like usual.

You try to brush it off, not wanting to worry him. “Yeah… I’m fine. Just feeling a little down.”

There’s a pause, and you can almost hear him thinking, weighing whether or not to believe you. “I’m coming over,” he finally says, his tone firm but gentle. “I’ll be there soon.”

You try to protest, but you know it’s no use. When Heeseung makes up his mind, there’s no changing it. And deep down, you’re relieved. The idea of him being there, even if you’re not sure how to explain what you’re feeling, brings a small sense of comfort.

It’s not long before you hear a soft knock on the door, followed by the familiar sound of Heeseung letting himself in. He steps inside, his eyes immediately finding you on the couch.

“Hey,” he says softly, making his way over. “You didn’t have to pretend everything was okay.”

You sit up, your heart sinking as he kneels in front of you. “I didn’t want to bother you, Hee. You’re always so busy, and I didn’t want to drag you into this.”

“Y/N, don’t say that.” He reaches out, cupping your face with one hand, his thumb brushing over your cheek gently. “You could never bother me. I want to know when you’re feeling like this. You’re my girl—I’m supposed to take care of you.”

At his words, a lump forms in your throat, and you blink rapidly, trying to hold back the tears that are threatening to spill. But Heeseung sees the shift in your expression, and before you can hide it, he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“It’s okay to feel down,” he whispers, his voice so soothing it makes your heart ache even more. “I’m here now, okay? You don’t have to go through this alone.”

He pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tightly against his chest. The warmth of his embrace, the steady rhythm of his breathing, it all starts to ease the weight you’ve been carrying. Your fingers clutch the fabric of his shirt, and the tears finally spill over.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, your voice trembling.

“For what?” Heeseung asks, his lips brushing against the top of your head.

“For being like this… for making you come all the way here.”

“Hey,” he pulls back just enough to look at you, his hands gently wiping away your tears. “You don’t ever have to apologize for feeling this way. I’m your boyfriend—I want to be here for you.”

His words hit you hard, and for a moment, you can’t speak. Heeseung’s thumb continues to brush lightly against your cheek, and his eyes never leave yours. “You don’t always have to be strong, Y/N. It’s okay to lean on me sometimes.”

You swallow, trying to get your emotions under control, but it’s impossible. The way he’s looking at you, the tenderness in his voice—it’s too much. You’re overwhelmed by how much he cares, and it brings fresh tears to your eyes.

“I don’t deserve you,” you whisper, your voice breaking.

Heeseung’s expression softens even more, and he shakes his head, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. It’s gentle, comforting, and full of the love he’s been showing you all night. When he pulls back, he looks at you with such intensity that it makes your heart skip a beat.

“You deserve everything, Y/N,” he says quietly. “And I’m going to keep reminding you of that, every day.”

He kisses you again, deeper this time, his lips lingering on yours as if to reassure you that he’s not going anywhere. When he finally pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, his hand cradling your face.

“I love you, okay? You mean everything to me.”

Your breath hitches at his words, and you nod, feeling the overwhelming emotion settle in your chest again. “I love you too, Hee.”

Heeseung gives you a small, tender smile before guiding you to lie back down on the couch. He adjusts the pillow behind your head and tucks the blanket around you with such care that it nearly brings you to tears again. Then, he kneels beside the couch, brushing your hair back as he looks at you.

“Try to rest, baby,” he murmurs softly. “I’ll be right here.”

You want to protest, to tell him that he doesn’t need to sit on the floor, but the exhaustion is finally catching up to you. The warmth of his hand stroking your hair is lulling you to sleep, and before you know it, your eyes flutter shut.

Hours later, when you stir awake, the room is dim, the only light coming from a lamp in the corner. You shift slightly, trying to stretch, but then you notice Heeseung.

He’s still there, sitting on the floor beside the couch, his head resting on his folded arms, his legs stretched out in front of him. His breathing is soft and even, completely asleep in the most uncomfortable position imaginable. The sight makes your heart ache.

Without thinking, you carefully sit up, moving as quietly as you can. You reach out, gently placing a hand on his arm, hoping to help him onto the couch so he can rest more comfortably. But as you start to move him, Heeseung stirs, his eyes slowly blinking open.

“Y/N?” His voice is groggy, his eyes bleary with sleep. “What are you doing?”

You give him a sheepish smile, whispering, “I was trying to help you up so you could sleep here. You fell asleep on the floor, and I didn’t want you to stay like that.”

Heeseung looks at you, still half-asleep, but a soft smile tugs at the corners of his lips. “You’re sweet,” he murmurs, sitting up with your help. He stretches, letting out a small groan as he rubs the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep like that.”

“I know,” you whisper back, “but you were watching over me. I couldn’t just let you stay like that.”

Heeseung chuckles softly and sits down beside you on the couch, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “You should’ve woken me up sooner,” he says, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You’re the one who needs the rest.”

You shake your head, leaning into his warmth. “You need it too, Hee. We both do.”

Heeseung hums in agreement, pulling the blanket over both of you as he settles in beside you. “Okay, but we’ll rest together then.”

His arm tightens around you, and you snuggle closer to him, resting your head on his chest. The steady beat of his heart is soothing, and with his warmth surrounding you, the heaviness from earlier in the day begins to fade.

“Thank you,” you murmur, your voice soft as sleep starts to take over again.

Heeseung presses another kiss to your forehead. “You don’t need to thank me, my princess. I’m always here for you. Always.”

With that, you both drift off to sleep, your bodies curled together on the couch, the weight of the world a little lighter with Heeseung by your side.

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