02 - In Which Jongseong Calls Y/n 11 Times.

02 - in which jongseong calls y/n 11 times.

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entry notes: jongseong picks up y/n from her last class of the day; it suddenly rains as soon as y/n exits from the library to retrieve her favourite pen that she left there.

an unknown number contacts y/n's since-high-school best friend, lee chaeyoung, and asks her about y/n from a picture he (or his friend?) took of her. ... LOLLL i've so much motivation to write today even tho i have a LOT OF hw... anyway, the date for these are march 5 and 6, sorry for the typos in some!! (also pretend the story template is an IG story...)

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 PARK JONGSEONG, or jay for short, was your brother's best friend. he was the best at everything you could think of— and he beat you at every single one of them. though, he seems to have something against you that you can't understand... he won't let you date anyone but him.

pairing: jay x female!reader

genre: university/college au, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, crack, and (attempted) angst.

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HAPPY JAY DAY 2024 !!!

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ALTERNATIVELY ... HEART FLUTTERING MOMENTS WITH ENHYPEN (hyung line version)

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✰ PAIRING. bf!enha x gn!reader.

✰ GENRE. fluff <33

✰ WC. 2.1k words.

✰ TW. mentions of food. mentions of kissing.

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𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆.

It’s 1 am, you’re returning from your nightly escape with Heeseung, fingers intertwined and hands swinging back and forth. He’s enthusiastically telling you about his new internship, doe eyes looking dreamy and full of stars, pearl white teeth showing shyly from time to time from the lovely smile he holds on his features.

He’s walking you home, and when he speaks, you listen carefully to his words and soft tone of voice. When you speak, he looks at you as if you’re the one holding his entire world in your hands.

You’re outside your building but he doesn’t want to let go of your hand, he doesn’t want to let go of you yet, saying something along the lines of ‘i’ll miss you so much’ even if you agreed already to go have breakfast together before going to your respective lectures.

After so much convincing and pushing from your side, begrudgingly, he waves goodbye, but he’s not walking away until you kiss his pouty lips one, two, three times, making the butterflies in his stomach awake and leaving a trace of goosebumps along his arms.

Heeseung is already in the middle of the street, about to turn a corner, but he never turns his back to you, deciding to walk backwards so he can keep admiring your pretty face, a cheeky giggle coming out of his throat when he winks playfully at you and he sees you shying away. Stopping in his tracks, he suddenly gets an idea, and even if it could cost him your neighbors calling the cops, he doesn’t mind a little bit.

It’s almost 2 am when Lee Heeseung puts his hands around his mouth to echo his voice, a very loud “I love you, Y/n!” resounding in the lonely street, “I’m so deeply, madly in love with you!” he screams again, and even if you’re shaking both your head and hands to signal for him to stop, Heeseung can see through your actions; he sees your gorgeous smile, making him feel victorious at his reckless antics of disturbing everyone’s peace.

Because Heeseung prefers to say “I love you” too much than too little. Because Lee Heeseung prefers to love you rather loudly than quietly. Because Lee Heeseung would rather prefer living in a world where you know he loves you a ridiculous amount, than you not knowing the deep feelings he holds for you.

And your heart can’t stop beating against your chest when you see him running to you again while his hands find their place right in your hips as he pulls you closer to his chest.

And even if the boy standing in front of you is a little out of breath, he still kisses you as if you were the oxygen he so much needed to keep himself alive.

Because even if Heeseung wasn’t sure of a lot of things in his life, he was one hundred percent about this one: that the reason why his heart was beating against his chest was because of you and only you.

Because Heeseung knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side, loving you.

𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆.

The sun is slowly rising and its rays are starting to illuminate everything on its way, the brunet boy trying to rub the drowsiness away from his eyes as he sets each ingredient he needs one by one, carefully picking bowls and quietly setting the pan for the cooking.

Jay is unwittingly lowly humming to that corny radio song that you always sing, smiling to himself when he remembers how you don’t care to stop even if he playfully rolls his eyes at you. Instead, you always give him thousand tiny love pecks on his cheeks, never failing to make his heart flutter.

It’s barely 8 am, and even if Jay wants to abandon this to find his way again with you and hold your sleepy form in his arms in the warmth of his bed, he doesn’t comply with those thoughts. Because Jay knows how badly you’ve been craving for pancakes, specifically for the ones he always makes for you during special occasions, like when you stay the night at his because it’s too late to walk you back to your flat, just like now.

An hour or so later, he’s done with his masterpiece settled down on the table. Socks squeak against the hardwood floor, but he still tries his best to act cautious to reach his way to you. The biggest smile breaks into his face as his heart fills with warmth when he still sees your sleeping form, looking as soft as ever.

Sighing, he nudges your shoulder a little bit, a small laugh escaping his mouth when you groan in answer without moving, a small pout adorning your lips.

“Breakfast is ready,” he mutters to you, smiling when he sees you opening your eyes at that while making grabby hands at him, and even if you can hear his small, feign complaining and can see the rolling of his eyes in endearment, Jay still complies to your sleepy inquiries, immediately crouching down so you can wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

Your lips find his neck and leave small kisses as a good morning greeting. Brushing your hair with his slender fingers, he leaves a small peck on your temple as he sits you on your designated seat, right by his side.

During an early Saturday morning, Jay understands the meaning behind the word “love” when you cut a small part of your pancake and offer it to him to taste first, because, as you always say: “the first bite it’s always the best.”

Jay knows that you’re the only person to him because you get excited over mundane pancakes, standing up as you thank him in the form of hugs and thousand kisses around his face, the both of you giggling as you’re in each other’s arms.

Park Jongseong understands that same day that he wouldn’t mind having to wake up early every single weekend day of his life to cook you your favorite pancakes if it meant he could see your gorgeous smile plastered on your lovely face.

Because that’s what love is about. Love is about eating pancakes with your loved one. And love felt right to him.

Being in love with you felt like his home, and Park Jongseong wouldn’t want to have it in any other way.

𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍.

The snowflakes haven’t stopped falling since last night, covering every single surface outside that they could reach and giving you the prettiest picture worth of a museum’s painting.

Jake has excitedly woke you up since early morning, and even if you huffed in despair and whined at him that you wanted to stay inside the warmth of your covers, your overexcited boyfriend still helps you out to dress warmly.

The blonde boy keeps leaving small kisses on your face at any opportunity he gets, the giggling coming out of your still drowsy form making him feel fuzzy inside.

It’s barely 9 am when you’re walking side by side, gloved hands intertwined with each other as he talks about craving hot chocolate so badly for a while now, a small grin playing on his face as some of his gold locks move around freely due the chilly air.

It’s almost noon when you’re pressed one against the other in a booth that’s located at the corner in a cozy café, chatting up about whatever that comes to mind, soft giggling and shared secrets between two lovers that can’t help but look at each other with nothing but fondness behind their orbs.

You ordered your respective beverages, but Jake can’t help but steal a sip time to time from your drink, the boy also feeding you some of the cake he asked for him, tenderly wiping at the corner of your mouth whenever it’s needed, accompanied with a small peck right at the corner of your lips and grinning when he hears your cute laugh.

Having taken off your gloves since you’ve arrived, you reach out to cup the blond’s boy cheeks, making him jump away slightly when he gasps at the contact of your cold skin against his warmness, but even then, he gets a hold of your freezing hands and puts them in front of his face as he breathes on your chilly fingers.

Jake holds you closer, giving you his warmth even at the cost of his own comfort. Jake gives you his love in the form of shiny eyes staring at you with tenderness.

He gives you his love in the form of rubbing your hands gently and kissing them so you can also feel the comforting heat radiating as his manners also warm your heart.

It’s the smile between the small peck he leaves on your knuckles that wordlessly lets you know that he will always put you first. It’s the way he wraps his arms around your figure to put you on his lap, kissing your cheek and making you laugh, that lets you know he wants you happy.

That even if it was something as trivial as cold fingers, or something more profound, Jake hopes that you know that he would give his one hundred percent and two more just so he can see you content and well.

Just so you can know how much love his heart holds for your solemn existence that meant the entire world to him.

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍.

The sun is starting to set to welcome the moon in a clear night, you and Sunghoon laying on your living room’s couch as each of you minded your business, a soft tune playing in the background and filling the comfortable silence.

His eyes can’t help but raise from his phone screen from time to time so he can admire you, the way your gestures give away whether you like or not a scene from the book you’re reading, scrunching up your nose in disgust or sometimes holding back surprised gasps, making a small smile on his face appear at your cute antics, making him feel warm inside at seeing his person enjoying their own thing, your calm aura enough to make Sunghoon feel serenity just by seeing you exist.

An hour or so later, Sunghoon hears a slow, familiar beat playing on the radio, the song being associated with you inside his mind since you never fail to play it in your car whenever you’re out, and before he can even think of whatever he’s doing, he’s standing on his feet and extending a hand towards you.

“Dance with me, Y/n,” he voices out the offer as crimson red starts overtaking his ears due to shyness under your scrutinizing gaze.

You don’t need to think it twice, getting a hold of his hand and standing along with him as he puts your hands on his shoulders and he embraces your form by holding your waist, eyes meeting with each other as the tall boy starts swaying you from side to side in a slow waltz.

The bright smile you give him just makes him pray and hope that his brain doesn’t fail him so it can commit to this beautiful memory of you being with him like this. He pulls you closer, impossible closer so you can put your head against his chest, hearing the rhythmic beat of his heart, the boy placing his lips against your forehead as you feel him muttering a confession, the three words you always hear from each other’s mouth but still cherish like it’s the first time getting said.

And even when the song comes to an end, the both of you keep the closeness. The moon light watching with affection the two souls deeply enamored with each other as words are not even needed when their actions are louder than every single sentence that could ever get said in romantic poetry.

Park Sunghoon has never struck himself as the type to be a hopeless romantic, but right in that instant, the dark haired boy thinks that peace is an overlooked word.

Peace is the best word that fits the description of whatever he feels blossoming inside his chest whenever he has his arms wrapped around you.

Peace feels like when he gets a glimpse of you smiling up at him, those eyes glinting in endearment just because he exists. His peace is calm and filled with thoughts of his person, it’s full of adoration for you and only you.

Peace feels like home, and home feels like you.

Because Park Sunghoon discovered that love wasn’t just an emotion or a feeling, love wasn’t just a spark in a blink of an eye, it wasn’t just a fleeting moment.

Love was in the shape of a person, and that person to him, happens to be you. 

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pairing: bf!enha x f!reader genre: fluff, smau warning: pet names, the boys get jealous

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