Can I Request What Hc Of What Enhypen Would Do When Its Your Birthday!!

Can i request what hc of what enhypen would do when its your birthday!!

awh i love this idea, thanks for requesting this! i’m really sorry for taking so long to write this :<

WHEN IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY.

❥ pairings— enhypen ot7 x gn! reader ❥ synopsis— how he celebrates your birthday with you! ❥ genre— fluff, enhypen headcanons ❥ warnings— none

heeseung; he would make sure to free out his entire day so he could spend it with you. he would take you to your favourite places during the day, and plan out a romantic dinner at night. when i say romantic, i mean romantic. flowers, candles, handwritten cards, well-thought out gifts; everything that you could have wished for on your birthday, he has it prepared. he knew exactly how to make your birthday the most special day of your life, and if that wasn’t enough, he would have learnt how to play your favourite song just so he could sing it to you.

jay; he would be the type to pretend that he forgot it was your birthday, while he secretly planned a surprise birthday party for you. He would make sure to have all your favourite food prepared, set up the entire area with balloons, confetti, cakes… everything just so he could throw you the best surprise birthday party ever. “you planned all of this?” you asked, a smile creeping up your face at the idea that he spent so much time and thought on this. your feelings of dismay over how he had ‘forgotten’ your birthday earlier that day slowly melted away. “of course,” jay replied, a smirk playing on his lips, “how could i forget the most special day of the year?”

jake; he is already the sweetest person ever, and when it’s your birthday, he becomes the cutest sweetheart ever. i feel like he is the type to go out of his way and put in a lot of time and care to make you cute little handmade gifts, handwritten letters and even a scrapbook with all your pictures and memories. the surprised and adoring smile that appears on your face when you receive the gifts makes his heart flutter. he even tries his best to make a home-cooked three course meal for you with your favourite dishes, and the two of you would end the day with a cosy movie night.

sunghoon; would try his best to drop subtle questions here and there to figure out what you want for your birthday. he would actually ask you to go shopping with him and if that in itself wasn’t bizarre enough, he would be going to your favourite stalls with you and shoving items in your face, asking you if you think he should buy it. “what do you think of this?” sunghoon asked, spraying the perfume so close to your face that it made you sneeze. “i like this one,” you said with a cough, still recovering from the perfume attack, “but i’d prefer this one for my birthday instead.” “okay- wait, how did you know?”

sunoo; is definitely the type to send you a happy birthday message at twelve on the dot just because he wants to be the first to wish you a happy birthday. it won’t just be a simple ‘happy birthday’, rather it would be an entire pre-typed twelve page essay. once he sees that you had read his message, he would immediately call you so he could also be the first to verbally wish you a happy birthday. he is just super excited and cannot wait until your lunch date later that day to celebrate with you, so instead the two of you talk for hours and hours on the phone.

jungwon; would take you to places and treat you to anything that you want. he would want to take you somewhere fun to spend your day, a theme park, arcade, karaoke… he just wants to spend a super fun and exciting day with you. he would be in a really good mood the entire day and would randomly give you small pecks on your cheeks and hugs from time to time. he would love to watch the sunset with you by the beach, and would keep trying to take pictures of you because you ‘look so beautiful.’

ni-ki; is the type to buy you a bunch of gag gifts or useless items as your birthday present without any purpose except to annoy you. he might even plan out elaborate pranks throughout the day, and if there is a birthday cake, you can be assured that it would end up flat on your face. the two of you now have an ongoing competition on who can play the best prank on the other person during their birthday, and everything always ends up in a chaotic mess with the two of you laughing until your stomachs hurt.

attention, please! (s. jake - smut)

pairing: jake x fem!reader

college!au, fratboy!jake, established relationship!au

warnings: smut [public sex, fingering, oral (m!receiving), alcohol consumption]

word count: 4k

just some smut with a little plot

There were two things that helped you get through a day in college, coffee and your puppy faced boyfriend who looked like an angel but actually was the devil himself. Speaking of him, he was already seated in the very back of the lecture hall, wearing a simple white t-shirt and blue jeans with a snapback on his head, making him look like a whole snack. It was unusual for him to show up in morning classes on Monday’s since he usually spent his Sunday nights partying with his fellow frat brothers, drinking as much as they could without passing.

He threw a smirk in your direction as soon as he saw you enter the class, patting the empty seat next to him. You walked over to him, swaying your hips teasingly as you did so. You threw your bag on the seat next to him and found your way between his legs, his hands automatically finding their way on your legs as he looked up to you with sleepy eyes. You smiled at him, caressing his cheek with your thumb without saying anything. He looked innocent, too innocent.

‘’I thought that you weren’t going to come. Isn’t it too early for you?’’ You teased him, sitting on his lap.

‘’Hmm, it’s never too early for me to see you.’’ He smiled, hiding his face in your neck, peppering kisses all over your skin. ‘’I also got you some coffee.’’

‘’And that’s why you’re the best.’’ You smiled, getting out of his grip to sit on the seat next to him, making him pout. ‘’You didn’t think I was going to sit down on your lap during the whole lecture, did you?’’

‘’A man can dream, right?’’ He took a sip from his coffee. After dating for more than a year, you still didn’t understand how he could still drink something, after spending the previous night doing nothing but chugging cheap beers. You were worried for him, really but apparently a morning coffee was the only thing which helped Jake to stay wide awake after a night of partying.

It was 15 minutes into the lecture and your lovely boyfriend wouldn’t stop nudging your leg with his. That’s why you didn’t like to share classes with him, he always distracted you in some kind of way. No matter how many times you told him to stop, he wouldn’t. He’d start poking your sides instead.

‘’I’m bored, let’s get out.’’ He whined, continuing to poke your sides. You really couldn’t stand him sometimes.

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‧✧̣̇‧ Gym Bunny 04

‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: muscle pig!Jungkook, strangers to lovers au, fluff, angst, college au, very enthusiastic kook, shy chubby reader, self hatred to self love au.

‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: Very, VERY mean comments about readers weight and I mean MEAN, fatphobia, angry Jungkook, cussing.

‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: Taehyung takes you out to dinner and while you had fun, you wish you never went.

‧✧̣̇‧ Word count: 2.7k

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Jungkook waited by his phone to see if maybe you would text him, but he knew you would be hanging out with your crush Taehyung today. If he was being honest, he was worried. He didn’t know why but he just had a bad feeling about it, so he made sure to cancel all his plans just in case you called.

You couldn’t be any happier though. Taehyung had invited you to dinner, a thing you two used to do a lot before he suddenly stopped inviting you. You didn’t think too much of why he did since he had just gotten a new job so you assumed he was busy, you’re just glad that he finally has time for himself again.

Taehyung takes you to a new restaurant, one you’ve never been too before. He’s excited to show you and you’re excited that he’s excited, it’s been so long since you two last hung out.

The last time being Christmas but you’ve forgotten all about that incident.

You and Taehyung sat as you waited for your waitress to come, and she immediately comes almost running. The girl clears her throat before introducing herself to Taehyung. You looked up and recognized her, she was in one of your art classes, Jennie. She was absolutely gorgeous and definitely Taehyungs type. It was even rumored that they were hooking up but you never believed them since Taehyung said he wasn’t that type of guy.

He was far too busy and wanted a real love story.

But now seeing how she’s glaring at you, you’re starting to believe differently.

You picked at your napkin as she blatantly flirted with Taehyung completely ignoring you. You felt her eyes shift to you every now and then.

She’s so judging you right now.

You probably look so bad.

Why did you wear a dress?

Why can’t you be pretty like her?

Maybe he’d like you if you were pretty and skinny like her.

You sighed and Taehyung glanced at you, seeing how bored you looked.

He felt bad since Jennie always became somewhat of a chatterbox around him, but tonight was about you and him.

He gave her a short response before smiling.

“We’ll call you back when we’re ready to order.”

Taehyung dismissed Jennie, making her pout and go back to glaring at you.

You bounced in your seat, happy that you get him all to yourself now.

Taehyung flipped through the menu as he suddenly remembered something he’d been meaning to ask you.

“Y/n how much do you pay your trainer?”

You looked up from the menu.

“My trainer?”

“Yea the guy you always work out with,” Taehyung glanced at you,” the one with all the tattoos.”

Oh right. He’s talking about Jungkook.

“Oh,” you awkwardly smiled,” he’s not my trainer- he’s my friend! We work out together since he says it’s funner to do it together and he actually-“

“You were serious about that?”

You blinked.

“W-Well yea?”

“Oh I see,” Taehyung looked down at his menu before continuing,” be careful then.”

“What?”

He bit his lip thinking if he should continue but went against his better judgement because, why else would someone like him be interested in you?

“Well there’s lots of men who would take advantage of girls like you.”

Girls like you.

He means fat girls.

Your skin prickled with a hint of what you think might actually be anger.

You held back a scoff.

“What do you mean girls like me?”

Taehyung looked at you wide eyed and shocked from how strong you sounded,” I- I meant like- you know…” his voice trailed but it added weight to the lump in your chest.

“No I don’t know.”

He sighed loudly before whispering as if it was such a scandalous conversation.

“Y/n come on,” Taehyung tried to think before he spoke but alas, he still spoke,” like bigger girls…there’s guys at the gym who take advantage of bigger girls because they’re inexperienced and-“

“Jungkook’s not like that,” You felt your ears blush with frustration,” he’s sweet and caring and he’s never once even tried to take advantage of me.”

“Ok I’m sorry,” he put his hands up in defense,” all I’m saying is to be careful.”

Before you could respond and tell him that you and Jungkook were just friends, and he’d never do anything to hurt you, Jennie came back to take your order.

Taehyung looked relieved to see her, she’d understand what he was trying to say.

“Are you ready?” She twirled her hair and she spoke to Taehyung only, again.

“Yes,” he smiled at her,”I’ll have the steak, well done.”

“Great choice,” she turned to you with half assed energy,” and you?”

You quickly looked down at the menu to avoid their eyes,” I’ll have the chicken with Mac and cheese.”

Jennie cleared her throat before leaning into you to whisper, but not low enough so Taehyung couldn’t hear.

She wanted him to hear.

“Y/n we have salads if you’d rather have that.” She smiled innocently, but you saw right through it. Taehyung on the other hand, was eating up her innocent act.

Jennie was always the sweetest, she probably knew about your new lifestyle change since you’ve been posting your new recipes on your Instagram. Taehyung thinks Jennie was just trying to help you out since you’re going to the gym and you were on a diet, it would probably be better if you ordered a salad.

You've been working hard and he’d hate to be the one to make you fall back into old habits.

He smiled at you and his mouth flew before his brain could walk and process Jennie’s true intentions.

“Actually the salads here are really good here, Y/n, I’ll order one with you,” he leaned to you to whisper, thinking he was being discreet,” so you don’t break your…diet.”

Your heart stopped, everything around you became silent, like it was just you in this world.

Your eyes prickled with tears but you weren’t going to cry.

They’re patronizing you.

You smiled through the heart break that Taehyung left you in.

“I’ll have the orange chicken salad then.”

Jennie licked her lips smugly before writing down your order.

“I’ll have that one too.” Taehyung smiled at you not seeing how your bottom lip quivered.

“I’ll be back with your drinks.” She winked at Taehyung before leaving.

The silence was awkward, so awkward it hurt. The air around you was thick, you couldn’t breath.

Taehyung played with his thumbs feeling the awkward tension.

Maybe he crossed a line.

You hummed,” I’m going to the bathroom really quickly.”

He nodded his head and smiled at you.

You didn’t really have to go to the bathroom, you just needed to take a deep breath for just a second.

You walked out to the balcony they had and looked out into the night sky. Luckily it was a slow night so you were the only one there.

You took a deep breath, taking in the light jazz music and chilly air that surrounded you.

Why are you embarrassed?

He’s just trying to help you out.

He’s looking out for you.

He really does care for you!

You agreed with that shrill voice in your head, Taehyung was always so nice and considerate of others. That was one of the reasons why you fell for him, he always noticed little details about you and he always found ways to make you smile.

But now it was actually starting to get hard to see those reasons, it was like all his little comments were overshadowing what you felt was immense love for him.

You sighed before going to wash your hands.

You’re being dramatic

It’s not that deep

You took a deep breath before locking away any feelings you had.

You weren’t going to ruin one of the few times Taehyung invited you out.

You walked back into the restaurant to see Jennie back at your table once again flirting with Taehyung.

He saw you and smiled,” I’ll see you in class Jennie.”

He waved her off and put his attention on you again.

She snickered before leaving, she really was flirting since she didn’t even bring your food yet.

You wanted to scoff but went against it because Taehyung was more important. You heart swirled with love for him but you still had that lump that slowed down its swirls. Something nasty nipped inside your heart and head.

Remember when he called you fat earlier?

He'll never love you.

You ignored your thoughts so you could listen to Taehyung talk about his new project.

The rest of the night was actually fun. Taehyung didn’t bring up anything about Jungkook again. He was talking to you like an actual friend.

No talk about the gym or your diet. He talked to you like he used to.

After much talking and giggling you both finished your meals, content with the salads.

It actually wasn’t that bad, thanks Jennie

Taehyung put his hand on the small of your back to guide you outside.

“Want me to take you home? Looks like it’s gonna rain.”

You looked up at the sky, it was starting to drizzle just a little.

“Actually Yoon’s going to come pick me up,” you forced a smiled,” I’ll just wait here for her.”

“Are you sure?” Taehyung asked, feeling his phone buzzing in his pocket, knowing it was probably Jennie since she always was a jealous one.

“I’m sure.”

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow?” Taehyung patted your head before smiling, you hummed hoping he’d just leave already so you could go home and play online with Jungkook.

Jungkook.

Jungkook would never have treated you like that.

Jungkook would have said something to them.

He would have told Jennie to mind her business.

You felt yourself sniffling and went to wipe your face clean. You felt small drops of water but assumed it was the rain but then you noticed you were under a small terrace.

You were crying.

You pulled your fingers back and wondered why you were crying. Now you can’t stop crying and you don’t realize that your finger was hovering over Jungkooks contact name. Calling him made all the emotions that you pushed away flooded back to you like a broken dam, the pressure of the intense feelings made you bawl your eyes out in front of the restaurant.

You needed him.

You just hope he wasn’t busy.

Jungkook was in fact not busy, he was reading a manga you let him borrow when he heard his phone ring. His book flew across the room as he jumped to answer.

Y/n👽

His heart did an awesome 360 flip in his chest as he answered the phone.

“Well well well, how’s your date going?” He smirked but instead of hearing you gush he heard you sniffling.

He panicked.

“Y/n? Are you okay? Hey, what's wrong? Y/n-“

“C-Can you- can you come get me please.” You sobbed and sniffled, making the ache in Jungkooks heart hurt really fucking bad.

“Fuck okay- fuck send me your location,” Jungkook jumped out of his bed,” don’t go anywhere Im coming!” He grabbed his Spider-Man crocs and his roommates keys before hightailing it to you.

Jungkook talked to himself before getting there.

She probably saw a sad movie.

Nothing happened.

She’s fine.

Unless she’s not.

Then we’ll beat Taehyungs ass.

Then take her home and cuddle her.

Yea cuddle her.

Maybe kiss her cheeks a little.

Yea.

Jungkook smiled but felt his happy place break when he saw you sitting outside of the restaurant.

He was furious, there you sat looking cuter than he’s ever seen you before, today should have been great for you, amazing even! Yet you sat there looking down at your lap, visibly sniffing. He wanted to hug you and ask you what happened, he wanted to console you, really.

But his anger took over so the first thing he did was ask where Taehyung was.

You looked up at him, and his heart broke in a million pieces. Your makeup was messed up and your eyes were puffy and red from crying. You sobbed more when you realized he was there.

“He- He went home.” You cried.

“He just left you here?” Jungkook looked upset.

“N-No I told him to go, I said I was going to wait for Yoon.”

“Whens she coming? I’ll wait with you-“

You whined,” Jungkook, I don’t wanna go home.”

Jungkook sighed before bringing you in for a tight hug, he almost broke your bones from how hard he squeezed but it made you feel so much better.

It was almost exactly what you needed.

Just a hug.

Jungkook decided that you’d spend the night at his place, besides he’s been wanting to show you his action figure collection so it was like a win-win situation.

A sleepover and he gets to show off.

“Please don’t ask what happened,” you pouted, melting Jungkook‘s heart.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, he really wanted to know what happened,”let’s go.”

You sniffled as he took your hand and led you to the car.

“Are you taking me home?”

“No.”

“Where are we going?”

Jungkook stopped in his tracks to turn around and face you. His heart was absolutely torn apart, your makeup was gone and your usual smile was nowhere to be seen.

“Do you trust me?”

“Are you gonna like,” you sniffled,” like murder me?”

Jungkook scoffed,” I literally took you out the other day in the middle of the night but now you’re worried I’m going to murder you?”

You shrugged,” I don’t know how murderers work, you could have just been buttering me up I don’t know.”

“Just follow me,” he grabbed your hand again,” always on your clown shit.”

Jungkook somehow knew it was going to rain and borrowed his Hyungs jeep, without permission but he won’t tell you that.

He buckled your seatbelt in before driving off in silence. Jungkook took this opportunity to let you cry all you needed.

Once you arrived to his apartment, you were in a much better mood. He unlocked the door and showed you around a little but it was his room he was most excited to show you.

“Your apartment is nice.” You sniffled.

“Thanks, Hyung and Noona don’t let me decorate because they don’t want a bunch of Spider-Man stuff around- luckily I can decorate my room,” Jungkook did a whole twirl before opening his door for you,” tada~”

It was a typical Jungkook setting. Everything was black except for his Spider-Man moodlamp that was glowing. One wall was full of Spider-Man figurines and another with small Pokémon ones.

He excitedly sat on his computer chair and showed you his baby.

“Built this girly myself.” He tapped her like he would a hood of a car.

You chuckled, he looked so happy and you don’t know what came over you but you started crying again making him bite his lip in worry.

He let you cry, closing the door behind you so his Hyung wouldn’t come snooping.

Jungkook laid on his bed before tapping a spot on his chest.

You instantly knew what he was telling you.

“I-I’m too heavy..” You cried.

“So you can’t be cuddled because you’re too heavy?“ Jungkook scoffed, getting up to pull on your sleeve,”Don’t piss me off y/n these hands are rated E for everyone, Now come.”

You gulped and decided to do what he said to avoid angering him. You started to feel bad, you probably ruined his weekend and now you were annoying him in his own house.

“S-Sorry.” You pouted

“Why are you apologizing?” He wrapped his arms around you to pull you into his chest.

“B-Because,” you sighed,” I don’t know.”

Jungkook tried to hide his anger so you would feel better but seeing you cry made his blood boil.

It took every fiber of Jungkooks body not to go look for Taehyung and beat the shit out of him. He really had to hold you tight to dissolve any anger he had in his veins.

It was working for you too since he felt you relax in his arms, eventually falling asleep.

Jungkook hugged you tighter and kissed the top of your hair, feeling frustrated that he could not do a single thing.

Your body still shook every now and then but slowly stopped when he started patting your back. He felt the angry flame in his body die down with every breath you took.

Then your phone rang.

TaeTae💖

“Asshole.” Jungkook grumbled before snuggling into you.

He’s going to make you the best breakfast tomorrow.

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A/n: ouch haha I’m posting this earlier than on schedule but it’s okay !! I had to redo this soooo many times because??? I hope it was good enough idk if it’s just me being insecure but I feel like it’s not good enough but !!! I hope yall enjoy!!!

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could i please request the prompt “Pay attention to me before I kiss you,” “Sorry, did you say something?” for jake 💖💖

i hope you enjoy!

PAIRING | jake x reader

IDOLS FEATURED | sim jake, lee heeseung, nishimura riki

WC | 768

GENRE | fluff, comedy

WARNINGS | explicit language

MASTERLIST | EVENT MASTERLIST

You stared down at the soft, fluffy dog that was laying at your feet, wagging her tail slowly every time you reached down to scratch behind her ears, making small thumping sounds on the bare wooden floor. She opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out and panting happily as you stroked her long white fur, exposing her sharp white teeth and healthy gums. Not that you really noticed anyways; your attention was focused elsewhere, and Layla was well aware of this as she followed your gaze to her owner, who was sat in front of the TV, the tip of his nose only a few inches away from the bright screen. You had already reprimanded him a few times, an annoyed tone poisoning your innocent intentions, but Jake had hardly noticed, muttering a quick affirmative when you asked snarkily if he’d even heard you. He’d barely given you a moment of attention before turning back to his game, shouting directions at Riki and Heeseung, whom you assumed he was playing with. And so, you sat on his bed with Layla at your feet, his two forgotten girls, watching him with an irritated expression on your face, and Layla whining every few minutes in protest of Jake’s distractions.

As another round ended, Jake cheered as his team’s score flashed across the screen in bright yellow font, complimenting Heeseung and Riki, and of course himself, pridefully praising himself for carrying the team and getting the most kills out of anyone in the game. You rolled your eyes at his haughty tone, huffing loudly, perhaps hoping a little that he would notice your annoyance and begin to pay attention to you. After all, it was why you’d even come over to his house. You certainly didn’t come to watch him play games and ignore you the entire time.

“Just one more round, babe!” Jake called, still not taking his eyes off the screen as he shook one hand out, then the other, attempting to shake out his stiff fingers. You hummed boredly, not trusting what he said, as he had claimed the last three rounds would be the last. “Come on, come on,” he muttered to himself, “three wins in a row, we can do it!”

You could hardly make out the muffled voices of Riki and Heeseung from Jake’s headphones, but at this point you hardly cared, and you laid down on his bed, smoothing his wrinkled blue sheets and staring at his ceiling, when a sudden idea popped into your head. “Jake,” you said loudly, hoping that he could hear you through all of the noise in his game, “pay attention to me before I kiss you.” You held your breath as you waited for his response, but it didn’t come, and you sat up angrily, throwing a pillow at the back of his head, making him freeze up.

He removed one ear from under his headphones. “Sorry, did you say something?” he asked, still not even bothering to peek at you. “No, not you Riki!” he complained, “you never shut the fuck up, I can always hear you.”

“Never mind,” you huffed, frustrated, “I’m going home.” You stood up and gave Layla one last scratch behind the ears, sliding your phone into your pocket as you reached for the door knob.

“Wait, wait!” Jake yelled, finally throwing down his headphones, much to Heeseung and Riki’s complaints. “Where are you going?”

“You’re not even paying attention to me,” you grouched, “all you care about is your game.”

“Aw, babe,” Jake said, pushing his full lips into a pink pout, “if you were jealous you should have just said so! I would have given you all the attention you wanted.”

“I’m not jealous!” you denied, but Jake captured you in his arms, rubbing his nose against yours playfully as his long fingers roamed your sides, tickling your ribs and making you giggle. “Fine, fine! Maybe I was a little jealous, but I think it was justified!”

“I’ll only pay attention to you from now on,” he cooed, kissing you gently on the lips, “promise.” But as he tried to kiss you again, his phone started ringing, and he gave you an apologetic look as he picked up the call, one eyebrow raised in confusion at the caller ID. “Hello?”

“Damn it, Jake! We lost because of you!” Heeseung shouted, and Jake quickly turned to look back at his TV, which now showed his deceased character laying face-down in the grass, and he smacked his face with his palm.

“Babe,” he said, clasping your hand in his, “just one more round.”

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h.js. — utterly lovesick (for you).

pairing: han jisung x gn reader genre: humor, slight angst, best friends to lovers au warnings: food, mild swearing summary: jisung has an infatuation with kisses; you refuse to humor him. or, the five times jisung attempts and fails to get you to kiss him, and the one (1) time he finally succeeds. length: oneshot word count: 3.1k+

[1.]

After a lengthy period of quiet observation, you have thus concluded that if Han Jisung isn't trying to kiss you (or trying to get you to kiss him), he is engaged in the very important job of being a menace to society.

You think that it's rather ironic, considering the fact that Jisung actually can't socialize to save his life, and is reduced to a flustered mess whenever he's introduced to new people. But regardless, he takes his job very seriously.

Including right now. You watch, speechless, as Jisung slips a Nutella jar out of his coat pocket and begins to spread the thick chocolate mixture all over his pineapple and ham pizza with a butter knife (as if pineapple on pizza wasn't bad enough).

"Jisung," you hiss, "cut it out."

You glance around fervently, hoping desperately that no one has scrutinized what Jisung is doing. Unfortunately, Jisung's atrocious combination of Nutella and pizza does not go unnoticed. A woman stares unabashedly at the disgusting slice of pizza in the palm of Jisung's hand, while a group of college students laugh and whisper between each other as they observe Jisung and his stupid love for Nutella on pizza.

"Come on," you beg, "people are staring."

You attempt to snatch the butter knife from out of his hand, but he lifts it out of your reach at the last second, a shit-eating grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Give me the butter knife or I'm never buying you cheesecake again," you snap, trying (again) to take away the butter knife and failing (again).

Jisung pauses to consider this, weighing the benefits and drawbacks of the situation. Taking advantage of his hesitance, you quickly dart forward to pluck the knife out of his hand, grinning victoriously. He stares at you for a moment, before reaching into his pocket and producing yet another butter knife.

You groan, throwing up your hands in defeat. "You're hopeless."

Jisung grins and takes a bite of his pizza, coating his lips in Nutella in the process. "Give me a kiss, then. Give me a kiss and I'll stop."

You roll your eyes. Typically it would be considered awkward for best friends to demand kisses from each other. But you have long grown used to Jisung's antics and they hardly bother you anymore. In fact, this has to be at least the thirteenth time he's asked for a kiss.

"Come on, baby, I know you want it," he says, leaning forward and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Wincing at the pet name, you shove him away and push the plate of Nutella smeared pizza closer to him. "Just eat your pizza."

[2.]

You groan as you stretch out in the seat of your chair, muscles aching dully. It's been at least three hours since you sat down to study, and the sky has long since dimmed into an inky darkness. The doorbell to your apartment sounds, and you slowly make your way to the doorway, yawning.

The moment the door swings open, Jisung bounds in, clutching a white paper bag in his hand. You stumble backwards, staring.

"I thought you were recording for the new song?"

"I finished early," he grins, and then holds out the paper bag to you. "Cheesecake!"

You struggle to stifle an affectionate smile. No matter how many times you complain about Jisung's flirtatious habits and childlike immaturity, there are times where you can't help but let your fondness bleed through. "From the new bakery?"

Jisung nods in assent and busies himself with unwrapping the cake. You hum approvingly at the sight of the creamy pale slices of cheesecake, patting his shoulder in satisfaction.

"I'm so glad you came, I've been bored to death."

Jisung beams cheekily. "You missed me that much, baby?"

"Not really," you snort, "and don't call me that."

"Still," Jisung says, "without me, you would've just stayed holed up in your apartment for the rest of the day drowning in your calculus homework. Instead, you get my excellent companionship and also some cheesecake. You should be thanking me."

"Fine," you laugh, "thank you for coming over."

Jisung puffs up his chest. "I did well, right?"

"Mhm."

"You totally owe me one."

"Mhm," you say absentmindedly, busying yourself with taking a bite of the cake.

"So I deserve a kiss, right?"

You turn to glare at him before sighing. You really should have seen this coming. "No."

Jisung pouts but says nothing, opting instead to take an eager bite out of his slice of cheesecake.

[3.]

The next time Jisung attempts to get you to kiss him is during a bowling competition on a late Friday night.

Usually, you prefer to spend your Fridays in your apartment, catching up on your favorite K-dramas and finishing up any leftover assignments. But Jisung insisted on going to the new bowling alley that recently opened up, and was adamant about dragging you along with him.

"It would be so awkward to go by myself," he reasoned, attempting to tug you along by the wrist, "I hate being alone with strangers, you know that."

"Just ask Minho or something!" you groan, "I'm sure there are better options than me!"

"Minho has dance practice on Fridays!" Jisung protests, "and all the others have their own things."

"How about Jeongin?" you ask, "he's usually free on Friday nights."

"I asked Jeongin but he has a blind date! Don't be such a spoilsport — it's just one time! If you don't like it, I won't ask you to come again."

And that's exactly how you end up sitting in a brightly-lit bowling alley on a Friday night. Music blasting at full volume in your eardrums. Surrounded by people. You sigh wistfully, thinking of your comfortable apartment and the newly released sixth episode of All of Us Are Dead.

"Let's have a bowling competition," Jisung yells loudly over the music while grabbing a bright green bowling ball from the rack, "the loser has to buy the other bubble tea for a week!"

You hesitate. Typically, you would say no, just because you'd rather not risk losing and feeding Jisung's fat ass ego. But Jisung sucks at bowling, and the idea of free boba for a week is rather tempting.

Jisung watches you expectantly, waiting for your response. Shrugging, you nod and grab a bowling ball from the rack. Jisung smiles complacently and cracks his knuckles with an exaggerated swagger, grinning confidently at you.

“Watch me score a strike on my first try.”

You scoff. “Let’s not get overconfident. Last time we went bowling, I fucking beat you to pieces.”

He smiles and shrugs, before taking a few steps back and then rolling the ball forward adeptly. You watch, transfixed, as the bowling ball rolls down the lane evenly and scores a strike on the first try.

Gasping, you stare at Jisung. He grins at you cockily.

"I thought you sucked at bowling?" you ask bewilderedly, eyebrows knitted in confusion.

"I've been out bowling with Chan recently. And I've been taking lessons."

You sigh, because that seems entirely in-character for someone like Han Jisung. "Who the fuck takes bowling lessons?"

"Well, they paid off, didn't they?" Jisung beams flippantly, and gestures toward the bowling ball in your hand. "It's your turn."

By the end of the game, you've lost to Jisung by a good 217 points. He is practically ecstatic, bouncing excitedly whenever you miss the pins completely or barely manage to knock down two or three pins. You sigh, and resign yourself to your fate of paying for Jisung’s (rather expensive) bubble tea for an entire week. You almost fall asleep as you make your way to your car with Jisung practically skipping beside you. It’s late at night, and you’re struggling to keep your eyes open.

Jisung, however, is bursting with energy. "Don't forget about the bubble tea!" he chirps cheerfully as you fish out your keys from your bag to unlock the car.

You groan. "Do we still have to follow through with the competition? You conned me into thinking that you still sucked ass at bowling, you put me at an unfair disadvantage!"

"A bet's a bet," Jisung says indifferently, white teeth flashing in the dark as he grins at you. "Unless.."

"Unless what?"

"I'll let it go if you kiss me," Jisung says.

You stare at him. "You really aren't letting this kiss thing go, are you?"

Jisung shrugs. "It's always worth a shot. Besides, I like kisses."

Cheeks red with heat, you yank open the car door and unceremoniously shove Jisung into the passenger seat, trying your best to shield your face as much as possible from the moonlight just in case Jisung catches a glimpse of your flushed cheeks. "Whatever. Meet me at the boba shop tomorrow at 6:30 pm."

[4.]

“So,” Jisung says, “hypothetically, would you kiss me if I were more like Kim Seokjin?”

“No,” you deadpan, stabbing at your steak mechanically. “I wouldn’t kiss you even if you were Kim Seokjin.”

You sigh. Ever since Jisung found out about Kim Seokjin embodying your ideal type, he’s been pestering you about it nonstop. It’s kind of cute, to be honest. But that’s just one of the many things you can’t risk telling Jisung about, just because there are some things that are better to keep to yourself, and finding Jisung to be cute just happens to be one of them.

Besides, he always asks such questions in the most unconventional places. Including now, where you’re seated in a barbecue restaurant and it seems as if the family sitting next to you is eavesdropping on your conversation.

Jisung groans in despair. “Just one kiss, please?”

“But have you ever thought,” you say, “about how abnormal it is for best friends to kiss? Half of the college campus already thinks that we’re dating, imagine how much worse it’ll get if I kiss you.”

“But I just like kisses,” Jisung sighs, “is there no such thing as kissing as friends?”

“No,” you say, “there isn’t.”

“Well then, what’s so wrong about dating? Why not date me?”

You choke on a mouthful of steak, coughing violently, and end up having to be escorted to the bathroom to keep from disrupting others from having a peaceful meal.

[5.]

Han Jisung, although immature and overly cheeky at times, is overall quite a responsible person. At least, you consider him to be a responsible person. You haven’t ever seen him receive a grade any lower than a 78 (and that was only due to a bigoted and biased professor) and although he complains ceaselessly about the excessive amounts of homework his courses give him, he always manages to turn all his assignments in on time.

Furthermore, Jisung is probably the one in your friend group with the highest alcohol tolerance (along with Chan) and hardly ever gets drunk. And even when he does, he never does so on a weekday. So your astonishment is plausible when you open up your apartment door one night to a drunk and red-faced Jisung, who stumbles dazedly into your apartment the moment you open the door.

“Jisung,” you gasp, “what happened?”

You dart forward to keep him from careening into the kitchen table, clutching at his arms tightly. “Let’s go sit on the couch, okay?”

Jisung hums in assent, threading his fingers tightly with yours. You flush at the action but allow him to hold your hand as you carefully guide him to the couch.

“Why’d you get drunk on a Wednesday?” you scold, “we have class tomorrow.”

He slouches into the couch, a pout gracing his heart-shaped lips.

You smile at him and run a thumb along his knuckles, allowing your endearment to show through momentarily. He most likely won’t even remember anything by the time he wakes up tomorrow, judging from his drunken state. “What’s wrong?”

“Why,” he rasps, “why won’t you kiss me?”

“I told you before, Jisung,” you sigh, “we’re best friends. We can’t kiss. Even if you like kisses.”

“So then date me!” he exclaims, throwing up his hands in frustration. “If you date me, then we can kiss, right?”

You hesitate, faltering for something to say. Jisung always makes it sound so easy, so simple. As if there weren’t times where your heart skips a few beats at the sight of him, or times where you could barely hold yourself back from pressing your lips against his and inhaling his warm scent of citrus and vanilla.

Because the truth is, you want nothing more than to date Han Jisung and his pretty round eyes and his stupid love for Nutella on pizza. But Jisung is a SoundCloud rapper with more than 500k followers to his name and a student with a reputation on the college campus as ‘that one student who passed the Quantum Mechanics course with a 97%’ and someone who is effortlessly beautiful in everything that he does.

And you will never be able to compare to him.

Throughout the years you have spent with Jisung, you have long since realized that you will never be able to compete with his brilliance. Jisung is someone whose passion bleeds into everything that he does, someone who burns so brilliantly that it hurts once you reach a certain proximity.

Get too close to the sun and you’ll burn.

Hold Jisung at an arm’s length. Keep him at a distance, or your skin will scorch and the air will fill with the stench of burning flesh and you will dissipate into ash and bone. This is what you tell yourself.

You know you cannot afford to be burned.

Shaking your head, you pull your hand away from his and stalk into your room to grab a pillow and some blankets. “You can crash here for the night,” you tell him, “sleep on the bed, I can sleep on the pull-out couch.”

Jisung’s face falls, and he drops his head in defeat. Your chest tightens painfully at the sight.

[+1]

“You should talk to him, at least.”

“I can’t,” you groan, “it’s fucking embarrassing.”

“Actually,” Seungmin says, “I highly doubt that Jisung remembers anything from last night. He was drunk, remember? He probably thinks that he fucked up or said something he shouldn’t have said and he’s probably feeling like shit about it now. And you’re not helping by ignoring him.”

Like always, Seungmin has a point. You glare at him halfheartedly. You sent Jisung home the morning after without so much as a goodbye, refusing to meet his eyes. A bad decision, you know, but also a necessary one. You couldn’t even bring yourself to look at him without a sharp pang of longing and guilt shooting through your stomach.

Seungmin sighs. “Stop being so stubborn and just talk to him. And maybe confess to him in the process; it’s about time the two of you started dating.”

“I can’t,” you moan, covering your face with your hands, “what am I even going to say?”

But Seungmin is already standing up and pulling you along with him. “You’ll figure it out when you get there.”

And that’s exactly how you end up standing in front of Jisung’s apartment complex at 9:37 at night, nervous as fuck. Jisung has been texting you nonstop since the morning, demanding to know what transpired last night and just how badly he fucked up for you to ghost him like this. You pull up his number on your phone and quickly press the call icon before you change your mind.

Jisung picks up on the second ring, and you feel a twinge of guilt. He must have been waiting for you all day to contact him.

“Jisung,” you say, and immediately hate yourself for the way your voice wavers.

“Yeah? What is it?”

His voice sounds tired, you think. Raspy with disuse and slightly brittle.

“I’m in front of your apartment flat. Can you come out?”

Jisung says nothing for a moment. You swallow nervously.

“Are you mad at me? If you are then we can just talk another—”

“No, it’s okay,” he cuts you off. “I’m coming, just give me a second.”

In another moment, he has exited the apartment complex and comes to stand directly in front of you, dressed in a pair of sweatpants and an oversized hoodie. He looks just as tired as he sounds, all puffy eyes and messy hair.

He attempts at a smile, although it fades almost immediately. “Did you miss me that much, baby? Had to come down to see me and everything?”

And even though he’s trying his best to appear like his usual self, you can sense the hesitance in his stature. He’s just as anxious as you are. You bite your lip and take another step towards him. His eyes widen as you close the gap between the two of you until you are only a foot apart.

“Do you mean it?”

Jisung laughs nervously, running a hand through his hair. “Mean what?”

“Do you mean it when you say that you want to date me?”

He stares at you blankly for a moment, processing your words carefully. But his face tells you everything you need to know. The furrow of his perfectly-shaped eyebrows, the feverish look in his eyes. You know that gaze all too well, because it perfectly mirrors the way you look at Jisung whenever you think he isn’t looking. That stupidly lovesick gaze.

You take one more step forward until you are in such a close proximity that you can count the flecks of hazel in his eyes. And before you have time to actually think it through, you’ve pressed your lips against his and nothing— nothing feels more right.

Jisung stiffens against you for a moment, his eyes wide with shock. But he melts into the kiss almost immediately, reaching up to cup your cheek with a gentle hand. You tilt your head a bit to deepen the kiss, and marvel at how quickly Jisung reacts to your touch as he slots his head to accommodate you.

By the time you break apart, your lips are swollen and puffy. Jisung looks at you, almost in awe.

“I guess you finally got that kiss you’ve been asking for,” you laugh.

Jisung’s responding laugh resonates through your body, leaving butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach. He grins at you, eyes sparkling. “I guess I did.”

Jisung is the sun. Brilliant and scorching. But you have decided that it is worth it to be with him, even if it means burning to ash. You will burn a hundred thousand times, you think, just to relive this moment. Just to taste him against your lips one more time.

Because you were born to love Han Jisung and his dumb pickup lines and excessive love for cheesecake. So you pull him in for another kiss and smile against his lips.

He is the sun and fuck— kissing the sun never felt so fucking right.