Were Just Doing What We Have Always Done. I Mean, When Did We Ever Do Anything To Get Acknowledgement

“We’re just doing what we have always done. I mean, when did we ever do anything to get acknowledgement from anyone? It’s not like people acknowledged us then, either. We make something meaningful and share it with people, whether it be through music or concerts. That’s the reason why we started doing this. We wish to keep our energy focused on that reason. I also personally don’t check people’s reactions online as much as I used to before. So… yeah. I think I’ll continue to not talk about any of those kinds of things in the future. I want to use that time to focus on personal development and work on becoming a better person. That’s all. Anyway, I hope you keep that in mind. We’re going to work even harder. 

They say there’s only a hair’s difference between a “fan” and an “anti”. Sometimes antis, or haters, know more information than fans do, *laughs* since hating something also takes a great deal of energy. So, well. If we just keep working and do our thing, they might become our fans, who knows. If that happens, great, and if not, it’s whatever. I talked about this with the members too. In terms of what’s to come from now on, I’ve been thinking—actually, these days, what I’ve been thinking about continuously is that we should put ourselves back to the starting point of our journey. And get more actively involved in our album-making process & speak our voices. I’m almost 30 now. I’ve been having a lot of thoughts on my mind about how to carry on forward. I suppose I should probably talk more about this and that, since I might be the sole person thinking this way. I’m going to keep thinking about the things I can do and keep doing more… *sighs* I’ll be working hard.”

(transl. seoulocello)

HOME IS WHERE YOU ARE| park jong-seong

pairing: park jong-seong x fem!reader

synopsis: married life isn't black and white. whereas the struggles come and go, your heart couldn't bother less to the misfits placed on your days, because in the end of it, there was always someone waiting for you.

and home? oh, home is wherever he is.

genre: established relationship, marriage au, romance, fluff, cuteness overload and a big, giant sad zone for the lonely hearts.

work count: 1.8k

warnings: none, but there's mentions of jay being husband material literally one hundred percent im not joking so read at ur own risk.

a/n: hello *waves* yes another jayjay for yall, let me hear some cheers pls?🥳 so jay as husband is a must, i brought this today, hopefully is good :)) i recomend listening to yerin baek or the our beloved summer ost, especially christmas tree, i basically wrote this w both on the background. enjoy ur reading and feel free to send an ask or a complaint cuz i made u feel single (cuz me too)!

"Darling?" his soft tone echoes through the room, lingering with an unspoken yet devoted adoration.

In a sense, you should've grown used to it. Being together for so long, the constant moments spent side by side amidst the sweet kiss and fingers intertwined under the moonlight— which covered the room, reaching the bed where a drowsy Jay muttered his thoughts out loud, the only intention behind pushing sleep schedule being you; and only you, as it has always been, ever since the destiny pulled it's cards, bringing fate and you both together.

However the slightest actions Jong-seong did were still able to maintain the rush of love in your heart every time, a good kind of nervousness running in your veins, a frustrated feeling on your face.

Jay rushed to pull your body closer to his, arms entangling the circumference of your waist in an attempt to cease the distance. "How was your day?" he asked the typical and familiar sentence, brushing the tip of his nose on the base of your neck. It sent the common shiver down your spine, a smile curling on the corner of your crimson tinted lips. "Good" your reply was short, hands reaching out to caress his face. "Better now that I’m home, and with you to be honest."

You felt his grin brushing against your skin — a reminder that his figure was still there, attempting to melt along yours as if that was perhaps possible. Jong-seong would, also, explode in a small festivity of self-pride whenever an association of happiness was drawn to him; and needless to point out, if such doing was conveyed by you, the man would burn way more in sparkly eyes and teasing smiles that never ceased the feeling of the warmness inside your heart. 

Placing a brief kiss on the base of your neck, he whispered in close proximity to your ear, like a very private secret that no person, besides both of you should be aware of. “Then” your husband dragged his words, taunting your curiosity. “You can help me with something, I was in need of an assistant anyways.” 

It was a planned act.

Of course, your sixth sense could see through the smirk adorning his sharp features, even if a colossal distance was suddenly departing, breaking the clear view of him. Considering he was still in his formalwear, the button up shirt with two open buttons signifying his arrival wasn’t much far-off from yours. 

Furthermore, it was a type of gut feeling. You just simply knew the tiny and special details of his persona. And your acknowledgement was sufficient to end up in an almost unnoticed showcasing of a soft smile in return to the thought of receiving a sweet surprise from Jong-seong. 

“Sure” you said, watching as Jay turned his back to you, fastly making his way to the kitchen, the smuggish grin trailing behind as an official statement of his second intentions.  

One thing was for sure though: how did luck settle beneath your palm, shining with the greatest prize of all is still, undeniable to this day and, obviously the greatest question mark on your mind. You often wondered about the amount of good deeds done in another past life. To be on this one,  granted with the blessing of being in the company of your other half. 

Jay was your soulmate. And you were his.

There’s no contradiction to this statement that came to conclusion for both parts a long time ago.  And if love was everlasting, from the bottom of your heart, it was undeniable the wish inside it was probably that you could spend the small eternity a simple life could bring, uniquely by his side. The world could perhaps freeze outside, you both would remain warm inside, his laugh covering the space as your eyes scanned his features slowly, sinking the tiniest details on the back of your mind — as if they already haven't been engraved there.

His voice called out for your name, a rushed request for your presence to be made as soon as possible. It broke down the train of thoughts your mind ended up getting caught into, tangled between the image of the so said man that demanded your help, here in the real world. Along with a couple words in the line of wanting to be with you, Jong-seong remarked the departure of your busy schedules was enough suffering.

He just wanted to see you. Be with you. 

Not being able to contain the soft laugh that escaped your mouth, a bit muffled by the hands placed above. “Stop nagging, Jong-seong.” you replied, after another of his whines reached your ears. “I’m coming for you.”

And you were. You always were. He was your home after all, so how could you not? 

Jong-seong was side-eyeing your questioning gaze with a grin. As your figure clutched behind his back, hands encircling his waistline in the same manner the man had done before, you peaked his movements feeling fond of the moment. 

He slided to the side an arranged wooden board with a couple vegetables on top, neatly organized in order — another trace of his behavior that also came into your observation routine through all these years of tracing the agenda of his particularities. 

There was enjoyment in finding the pieces of the Park Jong-seong colorful puzzle. It was similar to receiving a breeze of cold wind during a summer day. Unexpectedly comforting, and it settled between the list of things there’s no previous warning, yet you desire to hold on to the memory for as much as you can.   

“Chop this carefully” Jay warned, a stern stare covering his features. “Don’t hurt yourself.” he added, placing a knife on your hands, as if it was hard rock that could scratch the surface of a flower petal when being settled on top of it. 

You nodded, placing your hand above the location of your heart as in a solemn promise. Jong-seong scrunched his nose, darting an eyebrow in reaction to your play. “I won’t, mister.” announcing with a deeper voice, your laughter almost came midway through. “I’m not a baby.”

Jong-seong smiled, tenderly ruffling your hair as his soft hand slided to your cheek. “But you’re my baby” 

Pushing his shoulder lightly, an attempt to prevent the man from seeing the redness that started to cover your face, you groaned in an obvious fake annoyance. “Let me work, you’re distracting me with your mesmerizing looks” 

There was a comforting silence that fell on afterwards, as you and Jay continued working on preparing things. The greatest part of being comfortable around someone, was beyond doubt the non necessary maintenance of conversation to find enjoyable the passage of time. And adding that, on top of your life term commitment, things just simply became easier.

Or maybe, it was just Jong-seong and his magical tricks of projecting the easiest outcomes for you to feel comfortable — and maybe it was the soul connection you firmly believed in as well.

Yet whatever reason made more sense, in the end, the moments by his side were above a consolidated explanation. It just felt right.

“What are we cooking again?” you inquired, out of sudden as the previous request Jay had made escaped your thoughts. 

Jong-seong darted another one of his smuggish grins, slowly pausing to cross his arms above his chest in a stuck-up manner. “So I’m really distracting you.” he said, sounding a bit too casual for someone who was greatly aware of his effect. Your response was a roll of eyes, a small smile forming the corner of your lips that didn’t pass by unnoticed by your former husband. 

To him, the closest words that reached the explanation his heart wished to place into a proper speech was that you were much closer to the feeling of the sunlight bathing his skin during a pleasant — not too hot yet not too cold temperature— afternoon. Soft smiles equaled the sensation of warmth from the sun. Genuine laughs equaled the sensation of belonging somewhere, no matter how small or silly it could perhaps seem for an outsider. Gentle touches equaled the sentiment of home, or its raw meaning; just home, tender and sweet home, desired and amorous home. 

You were his home. You were all the meanings amist home, because you represented something Jong-seong always seeked in non material matters, but in a deeper, purely sentimental, soul connecting kind of thing. 

And being in front of your presence right now, meant furthermore than a bunch of lovesick melodies could perhaps imagine to arrange into a couple chords and rhymes.

“As much as I’d like to bring you a fancy, five stars, French type of culinare” Jong-seong started explaining, hands involuntarily reaching yours. “Our pantry is empty.” he intertwined your fingers, the engagement rings softly brushing against each other. “So tonight, I’m bringing you this lovely, classical mix of pasta and tomato sauce.” 

Looking at the sight of hands together, your reply came out as honest as it could be. “Sounds good  to me. But I also would be easily bribed with a kiss.”

Jong-seong squeezed the grip on your shared touch, caressing your knuckles affectionately as his features sootheneted at the met of your eyes. “That’s your desert.” he announced, this time not in a joking demeanor.

“You’re my desert.” you mumbled, shooting a terrible attempt of a wink to him.

He laughed softly. “Have I told you how much I love you today?”

Pretending to ponder over the topic for a while, you played around, teasing him as you squeezed your eyes shut tilting your head to the side only to delay a response. “Hm, yes.” you said slowly dragging the “hm” before proceeding. “A trillion times if we count the amount of messages we exchanged earlier. And the small notes I left inside your notebook. And—”

“Can I say it again?” Jay inquired, ghostly drawing a heart shaped figure on the base of your palm.

The dinner was long forgotten, blending with the background that seemed to disappear as the search for the stars Jong-seong realized to be hunting oftenly, once again settled inside your eyes. For a brief span of second, he didn’t wanna let go, even if it was assured your stay wasn’t reaching any expiration date — his wish was only to remain this way for a bit longer.

“You don’t have to ask.” muttering, your voice tone was slightly lower  hence the company of some old, well known butterflies made their special presence inside your stomach. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

As you stood underneath the behold of  the fierce, yet caring gaze of Jay, the concept of belonging couldn't be more reasonable inside the messy conceptions of the world held in your mindset. However, instead of being linked along a steady, material place, your home was simply Jong-seong. And during those small moments, you were again, reassured of being the same equivalent to him. 

He were you home. And you were his. And for a magical wonder, you never felt more welcomed to belong. 

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ready? set…touchdown! tutor? | s. jaeyun

“he smiled at you as if you were the only person in the world. unknowingly to you, it’s because you were, in fact, the only person for jake.”

SYNOPSIS › you’d always known jake sim as the unbelievably handsome and smart jock/student that sat next to you in your advanced psychology class. similar to you, jake had always pined over you silently. so what happens when jake becomes your assigned tutor for the very class he’s your seat partner in and when a yearbook editorial feature causes [forces] you to get to know the boy better? complete, and utter, chaos—as the both of you deal through your growing feelings for one another.

PAIRINGS › tutor+football jock!jake x fem!yearbook photographer/editor reader

TROPE › mutual pining, friends + tutor & his tutee —> lovers

GENRES › fluff, slight crack, pretty heavy angst at times !!

WARNINGS › profanity, reader has slight anxiety/self-doubt/insecurity issues, jake is conflicted with his feelings, jake & reader high key suck at communicating which leads to issues, lots of cheesy lines, slow-burn tbh, reader & jake are very smart—y/n is just struggling, most importantly: heartthrob football jake who also doubles as a hot nerd ;)

EXTRAS › i suggest you read because it includes a steamy kiss at the end (pretend to be surprised) + but with a twist ;), oh also because it involves the high school football game experience [like the scene from the hilary duff cinderella movie!].

WORD COUNT › 10.2k+

PLAYLIST › hold on — flor, tek it — cafuné, sunsetz — c.a.s, pluto projector — rex orange county

AUTHOR’S NOTE › goshh i really do hope this fic lives up to your expectations because i’m in love w the final product! enjoy :)

AT 8 AM SHARP EVERYTHING MORNING, JAKE SIM WOULD STARE AT THE DOOR, AWAITING YOUR ARRIVAL.

he’d observe the entrance of your psychology class every day and hope you weren’t absent. thankfully for him, you didn’t dare miss school unless you were actually sick. which to his delight, was rare. school had always been one of your top priorities, and jake had always admired you for your ambition.

every morning when you walked in, the gust of the wind from the windows open from the opposite side of the classroom would cause your hair to blow as you walked to your seat. a million fireworks would go off in jake’s head, as well as in his heart while he watched you slide into the seat beside him, giving you a nod. you smiled in response every time, even if you weren’t feeling like it that day.

every now and then, if jake was lucky, he’d smoothly slide close enough to you so that his elbow could touch yours. though you never moved upon the contact, you’d take note of how often he’d do it.

likewise, you wished he would never stop. because you were so attracted to jake sim, it sometimes gave you a stomach ache when you stayed up at night, daydreaming about what could maybe one day be.

if only he wasn’t the star quarterback of your school, along with being an insanely smart and sociable person. then you’d maybe think that you’d have a chance with him.

but with all the girls and cheerleaders that flocked around him, seeing him as a mere piece of prey for them to fiend on, you never bothered considering the odds.

oh, but if only you knew that jake wanted you just as much as you did him. perhaps then, you’d be together by now. but that’s not the way this story goes, now does it?

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perv! heeseung who gets a rush of blood to his cheeks when he sees a stray pair of underwear laying on your bedroom floor. Perv! Heeseung who gets shy when you poke his cheeks or squeeze his hand after telling him how cute he looks when you mess with him. Perv! Heeseung who when you fall asleep on the couch will stroke himself through his sweats as he blatantly stares at your chest, craning to see if the cold air will make your nipples harden through your bra. Perv! heeseung who…“

H-Hee..ah” you whine into the mattress, legs shaking as Heeseung practically forces his tip into your entrance, the mushroom tip causing your walls to ache. 

You squirmed in Heeseung’s grip as he pushed more into you, Heeseung using one of his hands to hold both your wrists and the other to keep your hip in place. “

Nuh-uh kitten, no running away. Not when you’ve teased me for so long. You want cock you take it like a good girl” Heeseung groaned as he hips finally came into contact with yours, his entire length twitching inside of you in anticipation. 

He chuckled a bit when you whined at the full feeling, your breath being caught in your throat as he delivered a rather forceful thrust before stilling again, Heeseung bending over to look at your sweaty face. 

“Did you always tease me on purpose kitten?” Heeseung asked in a saccharine sweet tone, giving you a soft smile with devilish intentions. “No-” Your chest heaved as he delivered another quick snap, his tip pressing against the spongy part of your walls. 

“No? Kitten lying to me won’t work. I knew you too well~” Heeseung hummed in a satisfied tone, using his strength to pull you up against him, beads of sweat falling down your temple as his member pushed in deeper. 

“S-sometimes,” you whined out, head becoming blurry as he started a slow but punctuated pace, wanting to take his time with you. 

Heeseung chuckled and and kissed your forehead, letting of you and causing you to fall down onto the mattress once more, your forearms bracing yourself.

 "Cute. Wants cock but doesn’t know how to ask for it. So. She. Teases,“ Heeseung thought aloud, the last three words being each emphasized with a rough snap of his hips. 

"Kitten’s gonna learn her lesson now yeah?”

the enha universe (masterlist)

welcome, to the enha universe! 

in this universe, the seven boys live their own respective lives as normal everyday people. a fuckboy, a boss, a roommate, a stepbrother, a best friend, a co-worker and a bad boy. follow them as they have fun, learn, grow, break some poor hearts and of course fall in love… with you.

warning/genre; fluffffff! angst! crack! smut & perhaps kinky shit 🤪 (obviously only for hyung line!)

note; hi~ i’ve decided to start a small ongoing series where each member has their own respective stories and from time to time, i’ll update with random drabbles that revolves around their said stories! 😊 

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!latest update! five (jake sim)

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Note: I think if u ask Jungwon this he'll literally break your back with his taekwondo skills and you'll be at the hospital for, like, months 🤔.