Moonstruck P.SH .*

Moonstruck — P.SH ✧.*

summary: when your boyfriend won’t stop staring at you or sunghoon falling deeply in love

genre: fluff, romance

warnings: not proofread!!

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sunghoon loves you. there’s no doubt in that.

you are his first love, and hopes to be his last.

sometimes he gets so immersed in his thoughts about the future, and you’re a huge part of it. he wants to marry you one day, loving the thought of being with you for the rest of his life. growing old with you, through thick and thin, and till death do us part.

he would have never thought in his life that he’d be this in love with someone. of course, he knew the concept of it, he did grow up in a loving household, his parents always giving their all to their kids, and to each other. he always felt warm and safe.

and that’s what he felt when he’s with you.

not only that, but your love for him felt overflowing. to him, you were the embodiment of beauty and love.

“i missed you.” arms wrapped around his waist as soon as he entered your studio apartment, giving the boy a soft squeeze as he tried to take his shoes off with his own feet, not wanting to even let you go for just a second.

a cute smile on displayed on his plump lips, his arms hugging you back. he then gently pulled you, your feet dangling as he walked to your bed which wasn’t too far from the door. he plopped you down before pressing his lips against yours, basically caging you around him. “i missed you too, precious. you have no idea.”

you giggled against his lips, enjoying the feeling of his lips. “wait, wait. before i forget.” you pulled away from the kiss, though he stole a quick peck before moving to sit on the edge of your bed, helping you up.

“what is it?”

you slightly jogged to your fridge before taking out a tiramisu cake, your boyfriend’s favorite, which you had made earlier in the morning as you wanted to surprise him with it. surprisingly it turned out well, feeling a bit proud of yourself. baking was never really your thing, but you wanted to gave it a try instead of just buying it at a local bakery, to make it more special.

“ta dah!” you grinned as you placed it on the circle dining table, sunghoon, who had got up looking down at the cake, a surprised expression on his face, lips parted.

“woah. you made all this? i didn’t you could bake.”

“well, i don’t. but i wanted to try it out because i knew it’s your favorite. don’t have high expectations though! i know it’s probably not the best but it turned out okay.”

sunghoon felt his heart skip a beat, gulping at the sudden feeling, his eyes not leaving you. the way you smile while showing him the tiramisu made him feel as if he was floating. how can he not fall in love over and over again if that’s how you treat him? you make him feel so loved.

he loves you so much that he will do everything for you. if there were an alternative universe out there, he wishes that he’ll still be with you. if reincarnation is a real thing, which sunghoon still thinks about from time to time when he’s deep in his thoughts, he hopes that you’ll both find each other, one way or another.

“hoon?” he shook his head to snap himself out, seeing you look at him with such concern, causing his heart to melt.

god, he felt himself falling deeper and deeper for you.

“ah, yeah. let’s go try it.” he smiled tenderly before walking to one of your kitchen cabinets, knowing where everything was as your place was basically his second home.

grabbing plates and utensils for you both, he cut up one for you first, a habit that he formed after he began dating you, before placing a slice for himself. sunghoon quickly pulled one of the chairs for you to sit on, being the gentleman he is. it truly warms your heart whenever he does things like this, as it makes you feel so loved.

he sat down next to you, stabbing a piece into his fork before doing a "cheers" with you, trying the dessert. you watched him take a bite before you did, waiting for any reactions. his brows furrowed as he ate, and a low hum soon followed. "woah! this is really good! good job."

"you think so? i'm glad. i made a lot so you better finish it." you jokingly threatened your boyfriend before eating some more of the tiramisu, pleasantly surprised by your own creation. sunghoon's eyes remained on you as he ate, his eyes twinkling, gaze full of adoration.

he doesn’t realize how much he smiles when he’s around you. pretty sure he only smiles when he is around you. sure he’d smile to others as a kind gesture, but even that was a rare sight, though with you it was different. it was genuine.

he let out a low chuckle when he noticed a small cream from the cake on the corner if your lips, making you look up at him in confusion. “cute.” he mumbled and mindlessly wiped the cream off with his thumb, catching you off guard. your eyes looked up at him, cheeks heating up.

even after months (almost a year) of being in a relationship with him, he never fails to make you shy.

sunghoon licks it off his thumb before he leaned closer to you, lips hovering over yours. your heart felt loud in your ears.

“you have no idea how crazy you’re making me feel.” he whispered with a low and hushed tone. soon his lips pressed against yours, your hand dropping the fork down your plate before you placed it on his arm, kissing the boy back.

his lips felt so warm and gentle against yours. the sweet taste from your lips drove him even crazier, gently biting the bottom of your lips.

he finally pulled away, wanting to give you some time to breathe, though his forehead remained pressed against yours, his hand on your cheek. “what’s gotten into you?” you mumbled shyly, lips swollen and pink.

his eyebrow raised at your question, “what do you mean? can i not kiss my girlfriend?”

“not that… of course you can. just… i don’t know.” gosh, seeing you all shy made him feel some type of way.

“i just really love you. i’m so in love with you, precious.”

you didn’t think your cheeks could get even redder than it was, looking down bashfully.

“well, i want you to know that i really love you too hoon.” you smiled warmly, slowly looking up at him,

his fangs now on display as he grinned, “i’m glad. cause i am never letting you go.”

“sounds good to me.”

sunghoon doesn’t waste anymore time and pressed his lips back against yours, heart and mind filled with nothing else but you.

inspired by this tiktok. if you were here for the naega byeonhae saga, no you weren’t. apologies for not calling it bitch (naega byeonhae), but you can imagine it as a subtitle if you’re really that pressed. the actual title comes from the txt song, just invert it :)

wc: 3.3k ~ yeonjun x fem!reader ~ high society!au ~ triggers: cursing ~ txt masterlist

~ You run away from your own wedding. Yeonjun is there to help.

[ platform nine and three-quarters: run away ] “I do.”

The sound of his voice curdles against your ears and you cringe hard. Visibly, apparently.

You can see it in the way your mother turns her stare on you.

The officiant doesn’t bat an eye. “And do you, Y/N, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

You look down at the bouquet in your hands. White roses and baby’s breath and green leaves blossom from your fingers, beautiful, pure, and sterile. Blank. Dewy with freshness, dull in their meaning.

Someone coughs. You can’t tell if it’s on his side or yours, but you can feel your parents glaring daggers in your direction.

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🎤…baby you light up my world like nobody else! 🤣

Fireflies - Maki

Word count: 806

Summary: you and Maki catching fireflies

Genre: fluff

You and Maki decided to go on a walk. The sun was setting, so you had both decided to go to the park, wanting a better view of the sunset. The weather was beginning to cool as you reached the end of summer. You and Maki reached the park before trying to find a spot to sit with fewer trees. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a little yellow flash. You didn't think much of it until you saw another small dot of light appear just above the grass in front of you.

"Maki, did you see that?" You asked him while pointing at the spot in front of you. He turned away from the gold and pink sky in front of him to look at you. He noticed you pointing and looked over to the area you were pointing towards. He nearly turned back towards you, confused by what you meant when the firefly from before lit up once more. He smiled and looked at you, and you saw the reflection of another small speck of light in his eyes.

"There's still some fireflies left." He said before looking around to try and spot some more. You watched the grass next to the sidewalk carefully to find more of them. You watched until another firefly started glowing before stepping off of the sidewalk and reaching toward it. You gently reached out, cupping your hand before enclosing the slow-moving little insect in the palm of your hand. When you turned around, you noticed that Maki was several feet away, chasing a few fireflies excitedly. When he saw one light up, he ran towards it before losing it once it stopped glowing. You quietly giggled at his antics, finding it cute when he had a little pout after he lost sight of the bugs.

"Hey love, come look." You call over to him. He looked over at you before running over to your side. You opened your hand to show him the bug before looking at your hand, confused. When you opened your hand, you noticed that the firefly wasn't there anymore. It was your turn to pout while Maki laughed.

"You just wanted to show me your empty hand?" He teased just as one of the little bugs flashed between your faces. He quickly grabbed it out of the air. "Is this what you wanted to show me?" He had a small smirk on his face when he opened his hands, revealing the firefly sitting in his palm.

"No fair! That's probably the one I caught before!" He laughed at the almost offended look on your face. The firefly in his hand flew away.

"Not my fault you couldn't keep track of him." You scoffed at his statement while he smirked before running off to try and catch some more. The two of you continued catching fireflies while the sun's rays kept getting dimmer. After a few more minutes he looked over at you, who was slowly moving your cupped hand in the direction of the dots of light that appeared in the air around you. "What are you moving so slowly for y/n? You don't exactly have the element of surprise." You heard his teasing coming from behind you.

You turned and glared in his direction while he jokingly put his hands up in fake surrender. "That's how my mom taught me to do it" You retorted. His mouth formed an 'o' shape. "At least I've been catching more than you." This was true, as you had a few fireflies trapped in your non dominant hand, while Maki hadn't caught any since the one that you were still convinced was yours. He narrowed his eyes at your statement before trying your tactic. To his surprise, he caught one quickly. You saw the happiness in his eyes when he jogged over to show you.

"I can catch fireflies too." He said before crossing his arms when the firefly in his hand flew away.

You kept watching the bug as it flew away in the dark. "Did you know that the males are the ones that fly around? They fly around and light up to find the females." You said as you smiled at all the fireflies in the space in front of you.

"Is that so?" Maki said as he looked down at you from where he was standing. You nodded before looking up at him and grinning. "In that case, if I were one, I'd light up all the time just to find you." He smiled at you, who was shaking your head at his cheesiness.

"Oh brother." You muttered under your breath. He leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"You know you love me y/n."

"I know Maki. I do love you . Goofy lines and all."

"Hey!"

Heuningkai, Fluff and cooking together for the short drabble thing!

❥ ҉  morning pancakes | hueningkai

pairing: hueningkai x reader genre: fluff | oneshot warning(s): mentions of food, not proof read, extremely sweet hueningkai 🥺 wc: 940

Mornings on the weekends were something you’d always look forward to. Having to hang out with the favourite person always brought you that happiness and comfort you needed, especially after a long and tiring week of studying.

“Good morning, my cutiee~” His voice boomed from the other side of the kitchen, looking back as he looked like he was mixing some sort of battered mixture.

“Hueningie?! What are you up to now, hm?” You approached him from behind, enveloping your arms around his torso, squishing your cheek against his back in the process of giving him back cuddles.

“I just thought we’d make pancakes since the hyungs gave me blueberries the other day, there’s other berries if you don’t like blueberries-”

“I think blueberry pancakes are perfectly fine, besides,” you scoot yourself into the minuscule space between his tall figure and the countertop, taking over the whisk and the bowl while he hovered over you, “that means I can do this!” You scooped your finger on the side of the bowl where there seemed to have been some spilled batter and smeared it across his cheek, running away from him before he could process what you just did.

No matter how old you were, one thing’s for sure, both of you were children at heart. His laugh radiated the same energy as the sun shining outside, peering through the clouds, and you knew it was going to be a good day.

“Hey! Get back here!” You were panting from the other side of the kitchen, watching the tall male scoop the remaining batter from the edge of the bowl and turning to look at you with the widest yet mischievous smile on his face. There was no where to run and he was already running your way, laughing like there was no tomorrow.

“Ahh! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Flailing your arms to cover your face failed. Of course it would, you had no chance fighting against Hueningkai’s strength. With the clean hand he managed to move your left arm, your face came into his vision as you removed your right arm to grab your other arm back from his hold, but laughing throughout didn’t help; you always seemed to lose your strength whenever you were laughing.

With both of your arms away from your face, Hueningkai took this as an opportunity for him to replicate your actions but smeared the batter down your nose. You stopped fighting for your arm, whilst catching your breath, and your eyes crossing to you your nose to look at the dollop of batter tickling the tip of your nose.

“See,” your eyes shot up at the mint-haired male, also catching his breath. “We’re both even now- and, ap ap! Don’t even think about it, we have to cook it now.” He held his hands up, in a way it was like he was surrendering, but really it was just in the hopes of you not getting any more ideas of continuing this ongoing messing around.

“That’s fair, okay. No more, I promise-” you were cut off your sentence from the sound of your stomach growling, managing to attract even Hueningkai’s attention.

“Awww, come on then, my cutie is hungry.” He gently rubbed your tummy, which felt incredibly comforting.

The both of you went back to the neglected batter mixture, working smoothly together to cook them until they were of a pleasing golden brown colour. Among the pile of perfect round pancakes on a plate, with a cute patterns, were the first one or two pancakes which have been set aside. Their shapes were a little funny, but you wanted to keep the pile neat and tidy, that was, until you watched him take a slice or two from the ‘reject pile’.

“Hey! That’s the wrong pileee! You can eat from the other pile, they’re all pretty and round!”

“Mm,” Hueningkai hummed before swallowing the small piece he was chewing on. “I don’t mind it, actually. The first two still tastes good so it doesn’t really matter if it’s not a perfect pancake. Plus, if it was a person, would you choose looks over personality?”

You were sitting across him, a little dumbfounded by his little simile example. A small shake of your head was all he wanted to see from you to know you were both on the same page. “Exactly, it’s a little hurtful if you like someone for their looks rather than their personality. What if they had a mean personality and made you unhappy, but they were incredibly good looking, would you still be happy?” Again, you shook your head and he smiled.

“So it doesn’t matter if your pancakes don’t look perfect, it’s imperfectly perfect, okay?” You nodded, and his hand hovered over your head to give you delicate head pat followed by his fingers running through the locks of your soft hair.

“Huening?” He raised his brows, keeping his full attention on you to what you had to say next. His hand was still combing through your hair ever so lovingly. “You’re so wholesome, and I’m so so lucky to have you.”

Even his response was precious. His face lit up, eyes beaming from the light bouncing off his chocolate brown eyes and it was that familiar gaze he had whenever he laid his eyes upon something that meant the world to him; in this case, it was you.

“I guess that makes it the two of us, hm?” You watched as his larger frame moved closer towards you, engulfing you in his signature warm and comfortable hugs. Both of you were indeed really lucky to have each other.

lingering over you😭

YOU TOUCH MY FACE IN FORGIVENESS—

enhypen as supernatural creatures nulla. i. ii. iii. iv. v. vi. vii.

park jongseong as... a ghost

stillness. clockwork. silence. the tall hand echoes through the empty apartment. tick. tick. tick. jay waits in the kitchen, watching. it seems like that’s all he can do—wait, stuck in this place as everything outside moves without him. the door creaks open. jay’s eyes flicker to you. it’s later than you normally come back home, and jay takes quick note of the slump of your shoulders, the shadow beneath your eyes. he’ll fuss about that later; what matters is that you’re back now. back to him, back to the home you built together. there’s dinner in the fridge, seran-wrapped and prepped for nights like these. you don’t remember making it, but you figure it’s a lapse in memory and eat it anyway. (it tastes like his old cooking. you let it linger on your tongue a little longer before swallowing.) some nights, you match his silence; others, you’re crying, heaving at the way you still can’t sleep on his side of the bed, the way the sheets are starting to wear uneven. out of love, jay stays to watch over you. out of love, you keep the frame of him and you on the bedside, unable to keep the picture anything but facing towards you. how could you not, when he’s everywhere you look? maybe it’s love, maybe it’s cruelty, the way he doesn’t know if this haunting is for you or for him.

YOU TOUCH MY FACE IN FORGIVENESS—

—i burn with a thing i still have no name for.

or, alternatively: enhypen, as supernatural creatures.

i. lee heeseung

fae /feɪ/ anthropomorphic magical beings that are more than mortal but less than god. commonly mistaken as: fairies.

ii. park jongseong

ghost /ɡōst/ the soul of a dead person believed to be an inhabitant of the unseen world.

iii. sim jaeyun

werewolf /ˈwerwʊlf/ a person who changes for periods of time into a wolf, typically when there is a full moon.

iv. park sunghoon

vampire /ˈvæmpaɪər/ an undead, humanoid creature that feed on the blood of the living

v. kim sunoo (coming soon)

gumiho (구미호) a shapeshifting nine-tailed fox.

vi. yang jungwon

bakaneko (化け猫) a type of shapeshifting cat yōkai.

vii. nishimura riki

tengu (天狗) winged japanese mountain and forest yōkai.