WANNA BE A WINNER

⌇ WANNA BE A WINNER 𓄹

❪ ꕤ ❫───엔하이픈 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍

OR. he is used to you chasing after him . . . so what happens when the tables are turned ? && crush!en- x f!reader % hc format ( jealousy, pet names, mention of food, kissing )

𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 doesn't think twice when he sees you on the bleachers at his basketball game, because he's gotten so used to seeing you there, cheering him on whenever he scores and waving enthusiastically when he looks your way... only to find himself doing a double take when he notices you talking to the members of the opposition's team. stands there for a while with a tilted head as he wonders why it is you're giggling and twirling your hair, batting your eyelashes at whatever it was the guy was saying. and he really shouldn't have been so annoyed, seeing as you're free to talk to whoever you like... but for some reason, he finds himself purposely missing a shot and causing the ball to roll over to where you and your friends are sitting, just so he has an excuse to walk over there after your pick up the ball, before kissing you on the cheek as he takes ball back. "thanks, baby," he says, before walking away again.... but of course, not without one last cocky smirk to the other guy when he sees your flustered expression, and a promise to ask you out properly after he wins this game.

more under the cut !

𝐉𝐀𝐘, who has gotten used to seeing snacks on his desk along with little notes whenever he wakes up from his nap, feels like he's been thrown into an alternate universe when he looks up one day to find that his desk his completely empty. looks around, and asks his deskmate if you came by today, only for them to shake their head and say that they haven't seen you all day. doesn't think too much about it at first, thinking that you may be busy... only to notice that it continues a few days straight. decides to walk to your class one day, completely forgoing his usual nap, just to see if you're okay, because as much as he wouldn't admit it, anyone could tell he was worried about you. so imagine his surprise when he walks up behind you while you're talking to your friends, just to learn you've been doing it on purpose to make him miss you. crosses his arms and leans down to your ear with a smirk, causing your heart to fly out of your chest when you realise he was there all along. "okay, you win." because he really did miss you... maybe even more than you had planned.

𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 probably takes a while to figure out that you're avoiding him, but only because he genuinely believes you when you say you're busy when he asks why you can't make it to his soccer game. he knows that you have a life outside of school, so he can't feel upset... but everyone (his teammates, his friends, his coach, his neighbour, his dog...) notices that he is walking around the field like a depressed puppy whose owner doesn't want to play with him, and it's all because you're not in your usual seat, cheering him on while wearing his number like you usually do. and it makes him realise just how much you were becoming his lucky charm, just as you had boldly proclaimed you would be. and so that's how he finds himself waiting for you after you're finished your classes for the day, before wrapping his arms around you in a hug, not caring about the wolf whistles and the cheers coming from all the students and teachers who stood watching around you, or the way you stuttered his name in protest because of how he was acting in public... all he could think about was how he was a fool for not making you his to begin with.

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 can't remember when you haven't been next to him. from the first day of school, you were the one beside him, helping him in class whenever he had to catch up on work that he missed because of his figure skating career, saving him a seat on the bus because you knew he would always end up being five minutes late out of class. so when he comes back from a week off from school, he is visibly taken aback when you walk in and take a seat at the front of the classroom, next to some other guy who he didn't even know existed until now. doesn't buy it for a second when his new seatmate explains that you had to switch because you had trouble seeing, and burns holes into the back of your head for the entire lesson, intensifying his glare when you and your new seatmate are a tad too close for comfort, heads bumping against each other as you whisper about the answers to the questions, like you used to do with sunghoon. can't seem to catch you alone for the rest of the day, so he waits for the end of the day, when you guys catch the bus together, and makes sure that he gets there before you do... so that when you try and sit next to someone else, he pulls you down in the seat he saved next to him, before leaning his head on your shoulder, his hand wrapped around your smaller one. "stay here, please..." because you’re the only one he wants beside him, and he wants to be the only one next to you.

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎 knows immediately that something isn't right when you don't ask for his help with your club projects. being in the photography club, you love to remind him how he is your favourite model, and you make it painfully obvious whenever you beg him to let you take his pictures. imagine his surprise and offense when you no longer seek him out first, but some other guy in a different class, who you keep positing pictures of on the school newsletter, where you used to post his pictures instead. he instantly makes a plan to win you back and become your favourite once again, even going as far as to rock up to school the next day with blonde hair that makes everyone stop and stare... except you, the person who is usually the first to jump on the train of people to praise him. he realises at that moment that this goes beyond just his pride; he genuinely just wants to be able to make you smile like before. so imagine your surprise when you open the newsletter for the next week, to find a candid photo of you looking at your camera, hair blowing in the wind and a smile on your face, with the caption "prettiest girl in our grade" followed by, "taken by kim sunoo".

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 does not beat around the bush. so the first time you walk by him in the hallway without so much as uttering a "hi," he immediately knows he needs to confront you about it, because not a single day has passed in the time that you've known each other where you haven't jumped on him (figuratively, of course) whenever the chance arises so you can chat his ear off about something or other. and he doesn't like the feeling he gets seeing you give him the cold shoulder for reasons he has no idea about. so the next time you pass him by without saying anything, he's grabbing your wrist and tugging you down the hallway, ignoring the squeals from your friends as he pulls you into the janitor's closet. "why are you avoiding me?" he demands, frowning. but then the two of you are rendered blushing incoherent messes when you try to escape the room... only to trip on your own two feet and fall into his arms, your lips bumping against each other in the process. (but even though it's an accident, jungwon thinks that he really likes this feeling alot.)

𝐍𝐈-𝐊𝐈 is an absolute menace, and you are probably one of the only people in the world other than his mother that can put up with him. it really surprises people to see you follow him around, cooking him bentos and fixing his tie for him because he always fails at doing it himself, only to find out that you're not his girlfriend. ni-ki himself probably doesn't even realise how much you've been taking care of him until you stop showing your face around his classroom at lunch, and no longer nag him about his uniform or his hair being messy. instead, he's left to watch as you turn around whenever you see him, purposely changing paths so you don't bump into each other. no one is surprised when he jumps over a fence just so he can catch up to you after you try to run away after making eye contact with him for the hundredth time. you end up blurting your feelings for him before he can ask, and while you brace yourself for rejection, he's already kissing you like he hasn't seen you for months... and wondering why he never did it sooner.

© CHACONNENHA / dividers by v6que

immersive hatred towards repetitive “mistakes” 🤬

traitor ✶ lee heeseung

s  —  he was a traitor — but so were you

p  ex-bf! heeseung x fem!reader  .  ft  enhypen's jay & kep1er's kim chaehyun  .  g  angst (?)  .  w  cussing, fighting (arguments), mentions of cheating, sad ending  .  wc  1013 (1k)  .  bookshelf

YOU COULDN'T BELIEVE WHAT you were hearing; did he just call you a traitor? it was as if the ground had been pulled from beneath your feet. the shock and disbelief were overwhelming as you grappled with the accusation of betrayal.

heeseung stood in front of you, his eyes blazing with anger, and for a moment, you wondered how things had come to this. the room around you seemed to blur, the vibrant colors of the furniture blending into a murky haze, while the sounds of the bustling city outside faded into a dull, distant hum. all you could focus on was him, and the burning fury in his gaze.

"you have some fucking nerve calling me a traitor," you spat, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. the accusation had struck you like a physical blow, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

heeseung's jaw clenched, the muscles ticking with barely restrained rage. "oh, so now you're the victim? don't act like you're innocent, y/n. i know what you did."

"you don't know shit," you snapped back, your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt. "you're the one who cheated first. with kim chaehyun, of all people!"

kim chaehyun was your enemy, the girl you had loathed since the first day of high school. the mere mention of her name was enough to make your skin crawl, a visceral reminder of every spiteful glance and cruel word exchanged over the years. she was beautiful — stunning, even — and she knew it. everyone knew it. but what made her truly unbearable was her incessant need to remind everyone of it, to flaunt her beauty like a weapon.

chaehyun craved attention, demanded it with every bat of her eyelashes and every sway of her hips, and she got it without fail. even your boyfriend had fallen under her spell.

heeseung's laugh was harsh, devoid of any warmth or humor. "and that makes it okay for you to fuck jay? is that how you justify it to yourself?"

your heart pounded in your chest, the weight of his words settling heavily in the air between you. it was true — both of you had betrayed each other, but the reasons behind those actions felt worlds apart. "you cheated on me with chaehyun," you said, your voice cracking with the strain of holding back tears. "and you did it over and over again, heeseung. what was i supposed to do? just sit there and take it?"

heeseung took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. "i made a mistake. a fucking huge one, i'll admit. but you didn't just make a mistake, y/n. you went out and fucked my best friend to get back at me."

he glanced at the guy standing beside you — park jay, his so-called best friend. jay, who had been a silent observer up until now, finally spoke, his voice steady and calm.

"it wasn't like that, heeseung," jay interjected, stepping protectively in front of you. "y/n was devastated. you broke her. i was there when you weren't, picking up the pieces you left behind."

heeseung's eyes flashed with anger. "so, you thought fucking her was the best way to help? some friend you are."

"it wasn't about revenge," you cut in, your voice trembling as tears welled up in your eyes. "i was lonely. i was hurting. and you weren't there. you were too busy with her."

the room was now thick with tension, the kind that makes the air feel heavy and hard to breathe.

you could still see the fury etched on heeseung's face, his eyes narrowing even further as he processed your words. his hands were balled into fists at his sides, knuckles white from the pressure. he looked like he was on the verge of exploding, and you braced yourself for whatever was coming next.

"you think you can stand there and defend her?" heeseung snarled, his voice low and dangerous. "you think you can make this right by playing the hero? you betrayed me just as much as she did."

jay didn't flinch. "i'm not trying to be a hero, heeseung. i'm trying to be honest. you weren't there for her, and she needed someone. i was that someone."

the words hung in the air, each one a tiny dagger that seemed to drive deeper into heeseung's heart. his gaze flickered between you and jay, a storm of emotions warring in his eyes. betrayal, hurt, anger, and a deep, abiding sadness. it was almost too much to bear.

"you think this is easy for me?" you asked, your voice breaking as the tears finally spilled over. "you think i wanted any of this? you were my world, heeseung. but you destroyed that. you destroyed us."

heeseung's face contorted with pain, and for a brief moment, you saw a flicker of the boy you had fallen in love with. but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by a hardened mask of anger and resentment. "you say i destroyed us, but you didn't have to make it worse. you didn't have to sleep with my best friend."

heeseung shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "i guess we're all just a bunch of fuck-ups, aren't we?"

he turned abruptly, storming out of the room. you and jay stood in stunned silence as the door slammed behind him, the sound echoing through the apartment like a gunshot.

you sank to the floor, the weight of the moment pressing down on you like a physical force. jay crouched beside you, his hand resting gently on your shoulder, but the comfort he offered felt distant and ineffective against the overwhelming pain. the apartment seemed too quiet now, the absence of heeseung's presence creating a void that was impossible to ignore.

every corner of the room seemed to echo with the memories of heeseung's laughter and the warmth of his presence, making the emptiness even more crushing.

with a heavy heart, you realized that heeseung wouldn't be coming back. the fading footsteps had sealed the truth of his departure. maybe, just maybe, letting go was the first step toward healing. and maybe one day, you'd both find a way to forgive each other — and yourselves.

© sunrenity , don't plagiarize, steal or repost my work on any platform !

someones got baby fever 🤭

I will block you if you are minor and have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

More inspiration from that Inside Seventeen video with the maknae line that I mentioned in my Dino post.

Okay but, imagine Awkward dad! Vernon trying his best with your son. He's entering the toddler stage which has caused a tonne of mixed emotions for both of you and, new hurdles as well. Now, Vernon loves your son with his whole heart but, understandably, these changes aren't easy for either of you. However, you can't help the warmth that floods your system when you watch him hover over your son as he walks, still rather unsteady on his little feet. You two have been extremely lucky though because despite all the changes that come with entering a new stage, your son is a happy little baby. Giggling at your husband when he eventually falls, Vernon picking him up to make sure he didn't hurt himself, a concerned expression painting his usually handsome face. You can't help but, smile at your husband's actions and, leave the room to let your favourite people interact with one another.

"I think we should try for another one," Vernon says, moreso whispers actually, to you once you two have settled in your bed for the night. Your son fast asleep giving you two time to spend together, your fingers interlocked over your stomach as Vernon spoons you from behind. You're surprised but, mostly confused by his words, "Try for another what?" You ask, shifting slightly to look at him inquisitively over your shoulder. To your surprise, your husband's cheeks are flushed and he's struggling to meet your gaze. Cute. Even after years of dating, marriage and having a child together, he would still get so, so shy and, you couldn't help but find it extremely adorable. "Another baby," he finally manages to mutter out, his eyes tentatively meeting yours while his fingers grip your own a little tighter. Oh. Another baby. You're quite taken aback by his broaching of this topic, if you're being completely honest. While you both knew that you wanted children, expanding your family hadn't really been a talking point in recent times with your son keeping you increasingly busy. You slowly turn in his arms to face your husband properly, wrapping an arm around him and rubbing his back to attempt to soothe his nerves from the minor bombshell he'd just dropped. "What brought this on?" You ask more curious than anything else. You feel his body relax marginally under your ministrations, his hand reaching out to eventually rest on your hip gently. He steels himself before finally finding the courage to speak, drawing random patterns on your hip with his fingertips, "I just- I just think that a new addition to our family would be welcome. Plus, y/s/n would get lonely, right? I think giving him a sibling would be a good idea too," he finally manages to get out. He's still studiously avoiding making direct eye contact with you and, the blush painting his cheeks is heading steadily into red territory. Before Vernon is able to blink, you've pushed him flat on his back and, straddled him. Your husband looks up at you in surprise, eyes wide while his hands instinctively fly to rest on your thighs. Taking him by surprise once again, you lean down to press a rather hard kiss to his lips, your fingernails digging into his chest lightly, leaving faint pink marks in their wake. "You're so fucking cute, you know that?" You utter against his lips once you eventually pull away, looking down at him through lidded eyes. Vernon was so confused. He's not exactly complaining, feeling his cock starting to harden and press against you but, he very much was taken aback. His confusion must be evident on his face because you say, "I mean, you're the one who suggested having another baby. I'm just jump starting the process. Plus, when you get all cute and shy like this, you know what it makes me want to do to you." You can't help the smirk that spreads across your face as you press down against his hardened cock and, your pretty babyboy whines in response, tightening his grip on your plush thighs.

“traffic fine” of $40 sounds quite accurate too 😆

𝓜𝐒. & 𝐌𝐑. 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 ୨୧ 𝐏𝐒𝐇

(𝓹airing) — psh x fmr ꣑୧ 𝓯renemies to lovers ; fluff, profanity, & lots of kissing (𝔀ordcount) one-thousand five-hundred forty 𝓹eng's note. these pics. #iWantThat 𝓫ookshelf

𝓼ynopsis. seeing your ex in public leads to hiding in a small photobooth with your annoying student council vice president park sunghoon

“you’re late,” sunghoon says in the most agitating voice possible as you walk through the classroom door.

“i wouldn’t be late if you did your job,” you huff, walking right up to the desk he sat at and dropping the bags of decorations you had picked up from the party supplies store.

“hey! i said i would pick those up!” he says annoyed, sifting through everything you brought.

“mrs. kim said we needed them by today! why the fuck were you just sitting around?” 

“geez, loosen up,” the boy gets up from his seat, his tall body looming over yours. “let’s just go decorate the gym.”

the two of you split up the bags of party supplies and headed towards the gym where the rest of the council and student volunteers were waiting. 

setting up for the fundraiser was easy until you and sunghoon started yelling at each other over which color streamers should be used over the doorway. 

jake had to drag you away by the shoulders to come to help him with the balloons. sunghoon felt a bitter taste when he saw jake with his arm around your shoulder but decided to ignore it. 

“hoon,” jungwon calls out. “we’re out of balloons!”

“that’s why i should have bought the decorations…” sunghoon mutters under his breath before walking up to where you and jake were giggling. 

sunghoon walks up behind you and places a hand on your shoulder. “we have to go back to the store.” he whispers in your ear. 

you freeze at his touch but nod and say goodbye to jake. he lets go of you and the two of you walk out the exit leading to the parking lot.

the two of you get into sunghoon’s car and he drives off to the mall. 

there’s an awkward silence between the both of you, which you can’t decide if you like bantering with him over it. there’s so much tension due to sunghoon’s lingering touch from earlier.

once inside the mall, you quietly walked side by side into the automatic doors. 

only a few feet from the party supplies stores you halt. spotting your ex-boyfriend and old friend seemingly on a date.

“sunghoon,” you whisper, tapping on his shoulder. “do you see what i see?”

he rolls his eyes at you finally breaking the silence but then looks up to see for himself. once he does that the two seem to have had the same idea, making eye contact with the other.

“oh shit they saw us,” he panics, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the photo booth you were conveniently standing next to.   

the photo booth is small. way too small. sunghoon is already sitting as you uncomfortably sit on the ledge with your legs peeking out from the curtain. 

“get up,” he instructs. 

“what?” you raise an eyebrow. “i’m not letting them see me again! especially not with you!”

“i meant like come here,” sunghoon grabs you and settles you on his lap, so the both of you fit into the small space.

“oh my god, what if they come over here!” you panic resting your hands on his shoulders. “this is bad! especially since i’m with you of all people-”

“with me?” sunghoon questions. 

“well, like when we were dating, he always thought you had a crush on me, which isn’t impossible! i had to keep reassuring him but he never believed me! like me and you are barely even friends-” you ramble, balling sunghoon’s shirt in your fists as you freak out. 

“woah, calm down,” he tells you, prying your hands from his uniform so you don’t wrinkle it. “it’s not like they’ll come to talk to us.”

just as the words left his mouth the sound of two sets of footsteps were picked up by your ears. you started to become overwhelmingly nervous. it was the first time seeing your ex-boyfriend since the split and the fact your childhood best friend was on a date with him. 

even if you drifted, shouldn’t she have some sense of girl code?

“you’re shaking,” sunghoon stares at you. 

“no i’m not!” you shake your head, your heartbeat being undeniably fast. “but like i haven’t had a date since him and that’s kind of sad for me-”

“i swear i saw her,” the familiar voice of your old friend says, sounding so close. “it could have been anyone though.”

“no, i saw her and that motherfucker,” your ex hisses. 

“wow, i’m ‘motherfucker’,” sunghoon whispers, rolling his eyes.

“if he made a move on her i swear.”

“hey, i have an idea,” he says in your ear. 

sunghoon reaches for his phone out of his pocket, holding you close as he leans over slightly to pay the machine for a photo. the screen activates after processing his card and he selects a random frame. 

the camera starts going and you sit confused as sunghoon starts posing. you can’t help but watch him. he always looks pretty but you must admit he knows how to pose. 

you peek over to the curtain to see two pairs of legs standing outside the photo booth. you can only assume it’s them. 

“you weren’t looking in any of them,” sunghoon recalls, pressing print on the screen. 

“oh, sorry,” you turn your attention back to him. 

“it’s fine, let's do another one,” he says nonchalantly as he pays for another photo strip.

this time sunghoon shifts in his spot, making it so that your face can be seen on the screen without having to turn you around in his lap.

you awkwardly copy sunghoon’s poses until by the second to last picture you hear him again.

“that fucker is in the photo booth,” the male voice outside says, seeing as he drops the photo strip back into where it fell from. 

“come closer,” he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

“fine,” you lean onto him. “but don’t show my face too much. i’m not wearing concealer today.”

“you look just as pretty,” sunghoon leans closer so your lips barely brush the others. “maybe even prettier than usual.”

he brings his thumb to your bottom lip, gently stroking it before closing the gap. 

you hate to admit it but kissing sunghoon was everything you expected and more. you’ve caught yourself daydreaming about his lips on yours during one-on-one meetings in the conference room. when his hair is still damp from his after-shower practice and his face is still slightly flushed.

park sunghoon can make you mad, especially when he got secretary over you in freshman year. but you cannot deny that even when bitter about the council's choice you wanted to kiss that proud smile on his face. 

he made you mad when he stole your posters when you were running for secretary again the next year. but after he found you crying in the far stairwell he explained he only did that because he thinks you should run for president instead. sunghoon even pulled out another stack of flyers he made for you that he spent the whole night doing.

the sunghoon that got you both kicked out of a council meeting for arguing with each other is the same sunghoon with his lips molded perfectly against yours. 

the same boy that had you studying your ass off when class ranks came out, since he’s your only competition, is the same boy in front of you now with his lips locked on yours.

you start to feel dizzy by the decreased amount of air in your lungs by the minute but you can’t bring yourself to let go just yet. when you start seeing black specs dotting your vision you finally pull away to see a heavily panting sunghoon with a flushed face. 

“sorry,” sunghoon apologizes as he catches his breath.

your heart sinks. he only kissed you to distract you and probably so your ex will see the photos when they print.

“oh,” you fight the frown threatening to appear on your face. “it’s okay. he’s probably gone now.”

“i would have asked for your permission but you looked really stressed and i thought it would help you get your mind off your asshole ex.”

“thanks,” you say with a pout sunghoon finds adorable.

“you still seem sad,” he pokes at your sides, making you squirm in his hold. “maybe another kiss?”

“maybe,” you say shyly. 

sunghoon is out forty dollars by the time you and he are done kissing in the photo booth. he kept mindlessly swiping his card as his lips stayed on yours to prevent anyone from kicking you two out since you were there for a considerable amount of time.

you’re interrupted by sunghoon’s phone ringing profusely. 

“where are you two?” jungwon asks in a panic. “we need those balloons.”

“traffic,” sunghoon says as you plant a line of kisses down his neck, hands tangled in the hair at his nape.

“hurry up,” jungwon advises him.

you and sunghoon return to school an hour and a half after you originally left. with a bag of balloons and a stack of photo strips. most of them capturing purely just of you two making out.

when stepping foot in the gym and you go over to hand jungwon the balloons he so desperately needed. he quickly notices the matching hickeys forming on both your necks and how disheveled your uniforms and hair appear.

“traffic huh?” jungwon asks as his eyes flicker between both of you.

"lots," you nod as you walk away to help minjeong tie balloons.

lil mans going to go to bed dreaming of that Kiss 🤭

ch. 21: hyucks personal issue

It’s two in the morning as Donghyuck thrashes in his bed, pulling and tossing his sheets around to find some form of comfort that would help him sleep. His mind is plagued with thoughts of you and even at this ungodly hour the butterflies in his stomach refuse to settle.

Jisung’s arm draping across his chest snaps him out of his thoughts and he grimaces. He shoves the younger boy aside and slips out of the bed, tip toeing towards the bedroom door before quietly exiting. He walks through the living room and pulls at the sliding doors that lead him to the ocean view balcony.

The sounds of the waves crashing against the shore did little to ease the racing of Donghyuck’s mind. He was in what he could only describe as complete agony, his own thoughts eating at his brain as he stared off into the inky sky.

His mind wanders back to high school, specifically to the time when you had confessed to him and he chuckles to himself. He remembers the glow of your rosy cheeks and the way you nervously tugged at the hem of your knitted sweater. He remembers his heart beating out of his chest and his words being stuck in his throat as you told him you liked him. He winces when he recalls the way your eyes filled with tears when he stood there dumbfounded and unable to speak. He leans against the balcony railing and runs his hands through his hair.

“Is there room for me out here?”

Donghyuck turns his head when he hears your voice behind him, a smile etching itself onto his features when he sees a large blanket swaddling your body. He gestures to the spot next to him and you waddle over. Your eyes glisten as they look out at the view, and his own twinkle with adoration.

“Why are you up?” He asks quietly.

“I don’t know. I’ve been having a hard time sleeping since the whole campus intruder thing,” You confess.

“You should have told me! I could have kept you company,” He frowns.

“I wouldn’t wanna bother you, Hyuck,” You laugh to yourself.

“You wouldn’t be a bother,” He furrows his brows.

You meet his eyes and send him a small smile. A comfortable silence blankets the two of you as you both look out at the ocean, a slight breeze causing Donghyuck to shiver.

“Here,” You open your blanket towards him and he smiles before moving closer to you and wrapping the blanket around himself.

Your arms brush against each other as he adjusts himself and you internally sigh in relief that the dark of the night hides the rose tint on your cheeks.

“Why are you up?” You break the silence.

“Thinking about a lot of things,” He exhales.

“Like what?”

You swear you see the ghost of a smirk on his face and you quirk a brow.

“Feelings, the past, you,” he replies calmly and you tense up beside him.

“Care to elaborate?” You look at him in anticipation.

He lets out a breath as his eyes follow the way the water rolls onto the sand.

“I think,” he pauses and laughs, “I think I might have always had feelings for you.”

You stare at the side of his face, your features twisting in disbelief as he continues to stare out at the ocean.

"Why did you never tell me?"

"It was a personal issue,” he shrugs.

“You having feelings for me kind of also involves me."

He laughs at your statement and you stare at him incredulously, waiting for a response.

“It’s funny, I wasn’t able to tell you back then because I think I just couldn’t…believe it? This sounds so stupid but I just felt—feel…I still feel that it’d be impossible for someone like you to like someone like me,” he looks down and picks at his fingers.

“You say that as if you’re so bad.”

“Come on Y/N. Do you know anyone else who would use “heyyy queen” in a professional setting?”

You both laugh at the memory of his message to Doyoung. The laughter trails off and you both look ahead.

“I also don’t know anyone else who would bring me coffee every morning because they know I don’t sleep well. Or anyone else who would ask their manager to work overtime so I’m not alone during my night shifts.”

He gawks at you, unaware that you had noticed his acts of service that he tried to brush off as coincidences.

“Hyuck.”

“Y/N.”

“You said you think you’ve always had feelings for me right?”

“Correct,” he raises his brow.

“Well,” you sigh, bracing yourself, “I know I’ve always had feelings for you.”

His eyes bulge out of his head and it reminds you of your first encounter with him at the convenience store. You start laughing quietly to yourself at first, but the longer he stayed silent the louder you became.

“Is this…a prank?” He speaks up after what felt like decades of silence.

“What? No. I’m laughing because this is the second time I’ve confessed to you. You’re the only person I’ve confessed to in my entire lifetime,” You manage to breath out between fits of laughter, and he stares at you with nothing but confusion.

“So you currently like me?” He points at himself as he speaks.

“Yeah, that’s what I said.”

“You-“

“Yep.”

“Like-“

“Mhm.”

“Me?” His eyebrows are drawn together as he points between you two.

“Yep, that’s about right,” you answer calmly.

“What about Jaehyun? Do you know how much journaling Jaemin made me do just so I could come to terms with the fact that you like him?” He sputters.

“Hyuck, one of the first things Jaehyun knew about me was that I’ve liked you since high school. We got closer because he was trying to help me with you.”

His expression is unreadable for a moment, before his features soften and he seems to melt in relief. He pulls you into his arms and your heart jumps at the sudden contact.

“Thank you,” he mumbles into your hair.

“For?”

“Liking me. Waiting for me. All of it,” he confesses as he gently sways you both back and forth.

You both stay like this for a while, neither of you wanting to leave the warmth of the other. It isn’t until your phone buzzes in your pocket do you reluctantly pull away.

“It’s Karina. She’s asking where I am,” You speak quietly as you read the message on your phone.

“You should head back inside then,” he frowns, removing the blanket from his shoulders and wrapping it around you.

“Don’t stay up too late,” you point your finger at him and he nods. “We’ll talk more tomorrow?”

He smiles at you with a nod of reassurance, and you slide the glass door open to leave.

“Oh, and Hyuck?” You turn to him one more time and he raises his eyebrows, prompting you to continue.

You raise yourself onto your tippy toes and plant a kiss on his cheek.

“Goodnight,” you smile sweetly at his frozen form before walking back into the living room and sliding the door shut.

As you get ready to turn the corner towards your shared room with Karina, you peek over at the balcony one last time to see Donghyuck pumping his fists in the air before clasping them together and staring up at the sky as if talking to God.

You wonder if it would have ever been possible for you to stop liking him.

wc: a little over 1.2k my bad😓

ch. 22: y/nhyuckism

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notes: not proofread but i looooove this chapter sm !!! i hope u love it as much as i do my dears

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pretty please ✶ lee heeseung

ㅤ୨ৎㅤ heeseung wants to kiss you so badly.

lee heeseungㅤ✶ㅤfemale reader  .  g  fluff, est relationship, boyfriend! heeseung  .  w  kissing  .  wc  346 (0.3k)  .  bookshelf

LEE HEESEUNG WATCHES YOU intently, his eyes tracing every movement of your hand as you apply a fresh coat of lip gloss. the soft light of the room glints off the glossy finish, making your lips appear even more irresistible. he shifts closer, the subtle scent of his cologne wrapping around you like a warm embrace.

"can i kiss you, pretty please?" heeseung's voice is a soft murmur, full of longing and a hint of mischief.

you pause, holding the applicator mid-air, and glance at him with a raised eyebrow. "no, heeseung. can't you see i'm in the middle of putting my lip gloss on?"

he pouts, his shoulders sagging slightly. "but i haven't kissed you all day!" his voice carries a playful whine, and his eyes sparkle with a mix of frustration and affection.

"you kissed me an hour ago," you remind him, trying to maintain a stern facade but failing as a smile tugs at the corners of your mouth.

"an hour feels like a lifetime," he counters, leaning in closer until his face is mere inches from yours. you can feel the warmth of his breath, the anticipation crackling in the air between you.

"you won't let me finish, will you?" you say, finally lowering the tube and meeting his pleading eyes. his expression is so earnest, so filled with longing, that you can't help but relent a little.

heeseung's face lights up with hope, his pout turning into a small, mischievous grin. "does that mean...?"

you nod slightly, a playful glint in your eyes. before you can say anything else, he captures your lips in a kiss that is both gentle and fervent, as if he's been waiting for this moment all day. the taste of your lip gloss mingles with the kiss, sweet and intoxicating, making you forget why you resisted in the first place.

when he finally pulls away, his eyes are sparkling with triumph and adoration. "worth it," he whispers, and you can't help but laugh softly, your heart fluttering with the same affection that shines in his eyes.

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