Losing Control Teaser!

losing control — teaser!

PAIRING. sunghoon x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS. you ask park sunghoon to hold your hand one time when you’re scared and now the whole school thinks you’re dating. he absolutely hates this. in other words, he is a mystery to others — he acts like he’s all made of ice and has all of his stupid rules about everything and nothing but… in reality he just doesn’t want to lose control.

GENRE. highschool au, acquaintances to enemies to lovers au, short series?, angst, fake dating au?, romance, fluff

WARNINGS. tsundere!hoon, swearing, more to be added!

FEATURING. enhypen + more!

STATUS. coming soon!

“what are you doing?” park sunghoon’s glare was glacial and he had a confused frown plastered all over his face. why did you just hold his hand in the middle of the street?

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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.

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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Walk like a lion | 04 - FIN

Pairing: lion hybrid!jake x f!reader

Genre: hybrid au, strangers2lovers, fluff, angst

Contents: angst to fluffy romance, kinda cheesy at the end owkmdj, bestie!sunoo, Heeseung is a sweetheart & reader is confused lol, reader referred to as small

Warnings: more physical violence oops, desc. of injury/blood, talk of feeling anxious, crying, not proofread (I basically never :p)

Summary: After moving into a new apartment, missing your family and jumping at every single creak or bump in the night, your friend Sunghoon convinces you to adopt a hybrid.

Wc: 3.4k

Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four

Hybrid!Enhypen series

Jake’s eyes were a golden yellow instead of their usual comforting brown, proving that his animalistic side was more present than his human at that moment.

Your breaths were audible and shaking. You didn’t know this Jake or how to handle him, and you didn’t know how you were supposed to get Jake up and into your car without the man turning over and seeing Jake’s face.

That is until the man’s body stopped struggling underneath Jake, and instead went limp.

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♡ fluffy innie ♡