2:40pm

•2:40pm•

jake rubbed his eyes and yawned before letting his head fall down onto the table with a small groan. turning to look at him, you tilted your head to the side with a small sigh, rubbing your hand up and down his back.

it had been a long day for the both of you. shopping for the whole day wasn’t mean to be relaxing.. the last thing jake needed at the end of the day was a large social event with a bunch of loud teenagers.

“ jake? should we go?” you asked him, considering that he hadn’t gotten much sleep the previous night due to a work overload. he lifted his head from the table and nodded. you slipped your hand off his back softly and into his hand.

you gave jake a reassuring smile before standing up from the table you had found in a more quiet room. “ come on baby, you must be so tired..” you cooed, ruffling your free hand through his hair before dragging him out of the house.

jake turned to look at you, stars in his eyes. oh how he loved you. he couldn’t ask for anything more.

you were his everything.

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[6:02 PM] — park sunghoon. established relationship. (0.4k words)

Sunghoon’s life is growing tired. He’s not quite sure when it started, but he realizes it now — deflated and exhausted on his way home. He deduces it might’ve been from all his waiting only for nothing to come.

He catches himself unfocusing his eyes and breathing out until the stream of air thins more often than he’d like. A pang in his chest follows at the realization. Though, the reminder of a homecooked meal awaiting him makes him calmer.

His next breath is a sigh — there you are, in all your glory, his shirt framing your figure as you quietly make dinner. He guesses you must be wearing earphones from the way you don’t budge at the sound of the door opening.

Bleary and exhausted, he turns to wrap his arms around you, lips ghosting over your head as he mumbles sweet words of love to you.

It startles you for a moment, but you immediately calm when you breathe him in so instead, you let your body absorb the gentle rise and fall of his chest.

When you take his hands into yours, Sunghoon utters a prayer for the first time in the long time. A silent plead for the moment to stay like this, never fading and forever breathing against his lover’s back after a long day.

You feel like comfort, especially through flitting moments like these when the two of you are quietly standing in the kitchen, leaning into each other for support, and breathing in the smell of home.

Being with you is like going home — it’s like basking into the familiarity of victory.

A warm smile breaks over his face and he gently tugs at you to turn around so he can see you. He wants to bathe in your presence, into the feeling of longing finally achieved. And when you do, it takes him a few minutes to catch his breath.

Comfort really does surround you and encompasses the entirety of your life, Sunghoon thinks. Perhaps, unknowingly, you’re comfort personified.

He uses his palm to cup your cheek, moving slowly to catch glimpses of this moment into photographs in his mind. He inches forward, lips aching to steal yours into a long kiss. And when his mouth finally slots with yours, the overwhelming wash of his feelings almost make him cry.

Time slowed, and stilled. It was just the two of you, fingers carding through each other’s hair and stroking down spines in the empty, sunlit kitchen. The weight he felt earlier rolls out of his chest with ease, until he feels like he can finally relax and smile properly again.

He’s been so patient, and he thinks it’s finally come, that something he’s been yearning for all his life.

Sunghoon’s convinced that today, his life stopped growing tired.

bawling my eyebawls out. JUNGWON SHOULDNT BE HEARTBROKEN. poor bby

come back home - yang jungwon!

severe angst: mentions of death/car crashes/funerals etc!!!

this song kinda inspired the fic!!

soulmates. two peas in a pod. lovers.

they were all the phrases your friends would use in order to describe you and jungwon. 

despite only being in your first year of college, it was to be expected that you would always be in love with each other for as long as you lived. 

the love and adoration that you held for each other was unmatched and something straight out of a rom com. he was your entire world, and you, his. he was your safe place and you were his safe place. home. that’s how you both felt with the other.

your relationship began in your first year of high school, however you had known each other since kindergarten, though you were never actually friends with each other.

in fact, you were massive rivals when it came to your academics, constantly fighting for the top spot in every subject, both of you excelling academically no matter the subject or the situation. but all that mattered to both of you was the reputation. the title, of just who was the more academic of the both of you.

this happened throughout the entire of elementary and middle school, the pair of you constantly exchanging position on the metaphorical leaderboard. well… that was until your first year of high school. 

you had spent the evening at an after school academy, and were headed towards the nearest convenience store to pick up some midnight snacks, due to the study session overrunning. however, just as you were about to cross the road, with the lights on red, a car came speeding around the corner, just as you reached the middle of the road.

unfortunately, it was too late. and next thing you remember was waking up in the hospital three weeks later.

the day after the accident, jungwon noticed you weren’t in your first lesson (you shared every class with him, as you were both honour roll students,) but he just assumed that you were having a meeting with one of your tutors. 

it was only when he sat down with his friends in the canteen at lunchtime, he noticed that you were still absent from the usual table you shared with your friends and brother. it was then, that he knew something was up.

he saw your friends all sat around the lunch table, sharing the same, or similar, solemn looks on their faces. particularly your brother, and jungwon’s best friend riki, who looked exhausted.

worried about his best friend, jungwon decided to ask riki where you were. nevertheless, he was not expecting to be met with a sobbing riki. it was through this reaction he assumed something had happened. perhaps something serious. 

he gathered riki in his arms, despite the later being significantly taller, and patiently soothed his tears until they came to an end. he was left with a wet patch on his school shirt but he wasn’t fazed by this, in fact he was undeniably worried about your brother. 

it was completely unlike riki to cry, never mind cry in public, only when something bad had happened. in fact, the last time riki cried was when you were both 8, and you were being bullied by a group of older boys for getting good grades. 

when they pushed you over and caused you to break your arm, riki cried. all because he wished that it was him they were bullying, not you. 

finally after half an hour of riki’s blubbering attempts to get out what had made him upset, and jungwon’s constant comfort, holding him in a tightly gripped hug, jungwon was finally was able to understand a couple of words from riki’s almost unknown sentence. 

it was only two words, but those two words told him everything he needed to know.

‘car.’

‘accident.’

it was at these two words that his heart dropped, but he didn’t understand why. he figured that was why he had not seen you all day. but that still didnt answer why he felt down. 

maybe it was just worry, or perhaps sympathy for his best friend. or maybe, it was because now he had no motivation to work for his grades. it was your ongoing rivalry that gave him the motivation to work for his education, otherwise he’d probably be the average student with an average grade. 

but this petty rivalry, and his determination to one up you, often led to him spending endless nights at his desk, falling asleep whilst revising the content from the current term. with the lack of motivation to even touch his notes after school, jungwon told your brother to wait for him by your locker at the end of the day. 

he wanted to visit you in the hospital for two reasons. 

one, to comfort and support riki. 

and two, there was something inside of him, telling him he needed to check up on you for his own sanity.

when he arrived at the hospital, riki led him to your room, and nothing could have prepared him for the sight he was greeted with. there you were lay on the bed, oxygen mask placed on top of your bruised face, scratches littered all over your face. but even then, he thought you still looked beautiful. even with the various wires lay across your body, making sure you were still alive, even if you were in a coma. 

jungwon spent the three weeks you were in a coma, joined at the hip with your brother riki. of a lunch time, he’d sit with your brother and friends, after school he’d visit you in the hospital, spending hours talking with your brother and involving you in conversation, even if you were unable to respond. 

the evening that you gained consciousness, jungwon had not attended school and unable to visit you in hospital as he had fallen sick. however riki still phoned him in pure elation that you were finally awake, and nothing seemed to be wrong apart from your injuries.

the next thing you know, riki had facetimed jungwon, and turned the phone towards you. immediately his smile brightened at the sight of you awake in the bed, covered with less wires than he had seen only the day before. 

you were greeted by a jungwon who was buried in blankets, with watery eyes and a red tipped nose, full of a cold. without noticing it, your face grew a slight smile and turned slightly flustered, however only riki had caught on to this. 

you spent the rest of the time riki was visiting talking with both him and the sick jungwon, both of you tucked in to bed. it was refreshing to see a different side to the jungwon you alway knew. the one you were always competing with academically, had, a surprisingly human side. this was the side that you were familiar with in kindergarten, the cute side of him. 

after spending a few more days in hospital, you were finally discharged and free to go home. jungwon came to help riki with taking you home, and carrying the gifts that your friends and classmates had given you. after you arrived home, jungwon stayed until his curfew, making sure you and riki didn’t need any help before he left. 

the next few days, he kept coming to visit you both, but you supposed that was just to see riki, knowing they had gotten closer during the period of time you were unconscious. but that soon changed when a week after you were discharged, jungwon arrived at your doorstep with a pile of paperwork. 

the pile of paperwork he gave you, turned out to be all of the work you had missed in the month that you were in the hospital for. clearly overwhelmed by the amount of work you needed to catch up on, jungwon offered to help you complete it all. 

yet again this was a completely different side that you had rarely seen yourself since you had somehow become academic rivals. 

for the next month or two, jungwon visited your house two to three times a week to help tutor you through the work you had missed, however after you had caught up, he continued to come to your house for the pair of you to study together. studying together had created an even larger source of motivation than the pair of you had before your accident. 

you don’t know when it happened, but you had fallen in love with yang jungwon. and unbeknown to you, he had fallen deeply in love with you too. 

it was at the end of your first year of high school, that yang jungwon confessed his love to you. it had been a complete accident both of your confessions, after the pair of you had gotten in a petty argument over a pile of revision cards that has gotten lost. tensions had been high for a couple of days due to exam stresses and eventually the pair of you exploded at each other. 

both of you were having a screaming match over the flashcards which were on a key topic for your upcoming exam, and simultaneously you both confessed your love for each other. 

the confessions immediately ended the screaming match, and giggles filled the room now, the atmosphere significantly less tense. jungwon looked toward you, with his shy smile, biting his lip slightly before asking you for a hug. you immediately buried yourself in his arms, head resting on his chest, his scent instantly calming you from all your stresses. 

it was one late february night in your third year of college. february 9th, when everything fell apart. his entire world smashed to tiny little fragments that were irreparable.

you were headed to a small 24 hour diner to celebrate jungwon’s 21st birthday, you had both wanted to visit the diner for the past couple of months but never had the chance to, busy with exams and it seemed that evening was the perfect opportunity to visit.

it was hard to spend much time together so it was the little moments like this, when you spent time together going on dates to places such as diners, that felt the most special and worth while. however the trip the diner never became a reality. a black car, had come speeding around the corner just as you were about to cross the street to the diner, not even braking in the slightest. it was approaching the crossing where you and jungwon were walking across, hand in hand.

out of fear, jungwon had frozen in the path of the car, but it wasn’t until it was almost too late that you realised.

instinctively, you replaced his frozen body with yours, just as the car crossed the crossing, knocking your body into the air and disconnecting your hands.

immediately, jungwon unfroze, though the tears had began to fall down his cheeks, and he approached your almost lifeless body.

the impact of the car hitting your body had flung you over the bonnet and around 20 meters behind the crossing. your legs bent the wrong way, and the bone of your right arms pierced the skin. your face was littered with lacerations and grazes from where your body had slid along the tarmac.

cautious not to move your body too much, jungwon was determined to check your pulse, to give himself some certainty about your state. however when he places his two fingers on the side of your neck, there was nothing. he began to administer cpr.

30 compressions, 2 breaths.

30 compressions, 2 breaths.

30 compressions, 2 breaths.

but nothing was working. you weren’t coming around, even when the ambulance arrived and they took over. it was then that they declared you deceased at the scene. the paramedics approached jungwon at the scene, where he was knelt on the pavement a group of onlookers trying to soothe his tears but nothing worked.

he just wanted you to wake up and tell him it was all a prank.

when they asked him who your next of kin was, thats when it all settled in. you were actually gone. given the fact that your parents still resided in Japan he decided to tell them to contact riki, although this was something that he should never have to hear at this point in his life.

he needed comfort from the next best thing to you.

jay.

he pulled his phone out from his pocket, hand shaking uncontrollably as he tried to take deep breaths to calm himself down. somehow he managed to find jays number second from the top of his recently called.

only you being the top, having called him just earlier that night.

if he had of known that was to be your last phone call he would have spent longer telling you just how much he loved you. he clicked on the contact that was barely seen through his blurry tear filled eyes.

however it automatically went to voicemail and alls that could be heard was your sweet, sweet voice.

he’d misclicked jays contact and pressed your contact. it was then that everything began to really set in.

he began to hyperventilate as his brain showed him flashes of the love of his life dying. the way your body flew over the top of the car and landed on the dark grey, icy tarmac. it was something that he’d never be able to forget.

no matter how much therapy he attended. finally clicking on the right contact, the call only rang twice before jay picked up.

[ J=jay/JW=jungwon ]

J: “won, what’s up”

JW: “j-j-jay hy-hyu-hyung. w-wh-whe-where a-a-a-are you?”

J: “won, i need you to breathe for me okay? i need you to tell me where you are okay. ill come to find you.”

JW: “i-i-i’m at, i’m at th-the c-c-c-cross ro-road b-by the new tw-twen-twenty f-four h-hour di-di-diner th-that o-o-opened a few, a few months ag-ago”

J: “okay, won. im on my way now. stay exactly where you are. do you want to me to call y/n? ill call her on my way okay?”

it was at this that his sobs became harsher. 

JW: “hy-hyu-hyung, sh-she-she’s g-g-g-gone!”

J: “won what do you mean she’s gone?”

JW: “she-she’s gone hyung! we-we we’re g-g-going, going out on, on a da-da-date, t-t-to-tonight to,to,to celebrate my my birth-birth-birthday, b-b-but on our w-w-way sh-sh-she w-w-was h-h-hit b-b-by a c-c-car an-an-and i-i-it w-w-was horrible hyung i w-w-watched her f-f-fly o-o-over th-th-the car. h-h-hyu-hyung she d-d-died. she’s dead hyung. i w-w-watched her die. sh-sh-she di-di-died to save me. it-it-it should h-h-have b-b-been me. she-she-she moved m-me out of the w-w-way of the car. she sa-save- saved me but i couldn’t do a-any-anything to save her.”

J: “won im almost here okay. have you told riki what happened? i’m round the corner won okay? i’m running there now. i’ll be there in a minute won, stay strong for me okay? ”

JW: “the paramedics are telling him hyung. i-i cant. it’s all my fault. hes gonna hate me so much but i don’t want him to hate me hyung. he’s all i have left of y/n. i don’t wanna be left alone hyung. i feel so lost. help me hyung. please. bring her back. it hurts so much. stop the pain hyung. i beg you stop the pain please.

J: “won i promise you, you will never be left alone okay. i’m here now i can see you. well done won i’m so proud of you for staying on the phone with me.”

soulmates. two peas in a pod. lovers.

that’s how your twin brother described how your relationship with jungwon was. however this was not just in passing conversation.

it was in your obituary. the boys had never seen jungwon so shut out from the world. no emotions, no conversation, nothing.

he was broken.

hi! i’m the anon who requested the ‘enha being cheered up by their s/o’ reaction and just wanted to say that i really enjoyed it and love what you did it 💗

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{9:36am}

warm arms tangled around your waist before you felt a light pressure on your shoulder. “ whatcha cooking?” jay asks, laying a few soft kisses below your right ear. “ i’m making breakfast for the two of us..” you responded, propping the spoon up in the pot, turning around to look up at jay.

“ hi baby” he spoke, a smile taking place on his soft cheeks. “ hi love” you said with a small chuckle, wrapping your arms around him aswell. he moved his hands, one staying on the small of your back while the other reached over to grab the spoon and stir the ramen.

“ ramen for breakfast?” he asked calmly, letting the spoon return to its old position before he slipped his hands back onto your waist. you simple nodded, lifted your eyes that had trailed to something else in the room, back to jay. “ you don’t have to eat it. i can have it all by myself” you joked, poking at his chest before pulling out of his embrace.

“ no way, i can’t let my teeny tiny baby eat a whole pot of ramen by themselves!” he joked back, chuckling before lightly nudging you. giggling together, jay pulled you back into his chest while running one hand through your hair while the other gently worked at your shoulders.

“ take a day off work y/n. let’s do something together today.”

let’s make it home together — lee heeseung. strangers to lovers. zombie apocalypse au. fluff and angst.

synopsis. with the familiar churn of fear in your stomach at the feel of a hand on your leg and one final failed attempt at kicking the zombie off, you resign yourself to being bitten - telling yourself you were ready to go as you shut your eyes closed. when nothing happens, you open your eyes to find an arrow and the silhouette of a man from your archery club (2.2k words)

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The wind creeps over the empty hallway of your school as you move quietly around the pool of bodies on the floor. Moments ago, you had ran the total of the school’s distance, away from the undead - losing your friend in the process.

This must be the peak of your stupid life. The situation didn’t even allow you to mourn properly over your loss. 

Tears run down your cheeks quietly as you try your best to remain silent. You hadn’t been in this part of the school before, at least not for the ten hours you’d been stuck in the four-cornered premises, so you don’t know where the walkers were situated. Just that, in your whirlwind of emotions and the blur that is your memories, you ended up here after seeing your friend go. 

The world moves slowly, the only open light receding in the grounds being that of the moon seeping through the clouds. You don’t know how you made it this far, all that you really knew was that you needed a new hiding spot. 

You make a mental checklist in your head as you try and navigate through the grounds undetected. You needed a room where there was a lock, somewhere that wasn’t infested with zombies (saying the word ‘zombies’ still felt unreal to you), and you needed food. 

You’re sure you’re near the gym, and you knew the storage room was usually always locked. You also knew that some parents had recently donated a few snacks and bottles of water for your school’s athletes that were supposed to compete the following week, and that they were surely in the storage room. You just needed to get the keys from the teacher’s office.

The only problem was how you were going to get there.

As soon as you lean against the walls of the gym, sat and hidden behind a few bushes and resigned to the fact that no one is probably coming to rescue you, the loud clap of thunder echoes from the sky and ripples through the floor. You hear the distant screams of the undead and you feel yourself start to tremble again. You weren’t ready to face them again.

Another jolt echoes, one much bigger than the first, one you could feel in your bones. The screams sound much louder now. Rain starts to fall. 

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