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birthday cake with your daugther | park sunghoon

pairing: dad!sunghoon x mom!reader (ft. their kid)

genre: fluff

summary: sunghoons hardest task on your birthday was making it through the baking a cake process, because your mischievous little girl couldn’t control her hunger.

• do not copy or repost my work

the soft morning light streamed through the curtains, gently lighting up the kitchen. sunghoon stood at the island, an apron tied around his waist and flour dusting his fingers.

today was special—it was your birthday, and he wanted to make it perfect. he wasn’t exactly an expert in baking, but he was determined to make you a cake, and that had to count for something, right?

beside him sat your daughter, sori, perched on the counter with her small legs dangling. she was only three and a half, but she already had a mischievous spark in her eyes, watching everything her appa did with curiosity.

he handed her a tiny spoon to help, though most of her “helping” involved sneaking little bits of batter into her mouth when sunghoon wasn’t looking.

“sori, we need to save that for the cake, you know,” sunghoon said, a smile tugging at his lips as he glanced at her.

“but it’s yummy, appa,” she giggled, her fingers already sticky with batter.

sunghoon shook his head, chuckling. “just a little more, but we need enough for eomma’s cake, okay?”

the batter was finally ready, thick and smooth, and sunghoon carefully poured it into the pan. sori watched, her hands resting on the edge of the counter, her eyes wide. he smoothed the top of the batter and moved to place it in the oven, feeling a small sense of accomplishment. but when he turned back around, he noticed something strange—the leftover batter had a small, suspicious dent in it.

he raised an eyebrow, looking at sori. “what happened here?”

“nothing,” she said quickly, though the crumbs on her lips betrayed her.

“hmm,” sunghoon hummed, pretending to be serious. “looks like someone’s been eating more than just a little.”

sori giggled, clearly unbothered by his fake interrogation. sunghoon couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head. “you’re going to ruin your appetite.”

the smell of the cake filled the house as it baked, the scent of vanilla warm and comforting. sunghoon checked the time—still plenty of it before you would wake up. he turned his attention to the frosting, starting to whip it up while sori hovered nearby, occasionally peeking over his shoulder.

“appa,” she whispered, “can i taste?”

“just wait a little longer,” sunghoon said, gently nudging her away with a smile. “we’ll eat it all together when it’s done.”

but when sunghoon was distracted for just a moment—reaching for the decorations—sori took her chance. with a quick glance to make sure he wasn’t watching, she leaned over the cake that had been cooling on the counter. her tiny fingers dug into the soft, warm sponge, pulling out bite-sized pieces, one after the other.

sunghoon turned back and froze. there it was—a small cave, hollowed out in the middle of the cake, and beside it, sori stood proudly with crumbs all over her fingers and face.

“sori!” he exclaimed, his eyes wide as he tried not to laugh. she looked up at him, her expression innocent but completely unbothered.

“i was hungry, appa.”

sunghoon sighed, crouching down to her level. “oh no, what are we going to do now?” his voice was soft, more amused than upset. it was hard to be mad when she looked so proud of herself.

sori just giggled again, not realizing the chaos she’d caused. sunghoon ran a hand through his hair, staring at the cake. “i guess we’ll have to fix it.”

he wasn’t sure how, but after a few minutes of thinking, he decided to just cover up the damage with extra frosting. it wouldn’t be perfect, but it was better than nothing. as he spread the frosting over the cake, sunghoon kept glancing at sori, shaking his head in disbelief but smiling all the same. she reminded him so much of you—full of life, cheeky, and impossible not to love.

once the cake was finally done, sunghoon stepped back to admire his work. it wasn’t perfect—definitely a little lopsided, and the frosting was a bit thick where he’d tried to cover sori’s “cave,” but it would do.

“okay,” he said, turning to sori. “let’s go wake eomma.”

he picked her up, her small arms wrapping around his neck, and the two of them tiptoed quietly down the hallway toward your bedroom. the house was still, and as they entered the room, the soft sound of your breathing filled the space. sunghoon set sori gently on the bed, and she immediately crawled over to your side, her little hands patting your arm.

“eomma,” she whispered, her voice full of excitement. “wake up!”

you stirred, slowly opening your eyes to the sight of sori’s bright, smiling face. her cheeks were flushed with excitement, and her hands were still slightly sticky. then, you noticed sunghoon standing at the doorway with a soft smile, holding a cake—your birthday cake.

“happy birthday,” he said, his voice low and warm.

you sat up, blinking the sleep from your eyes, a smile spreading across your face. sori wasted no time climbing into your lap, her little hands on your cheeks, pressing sloppy kisses to your face.

“appa and i made a cake!” she announced proudly. “but i ate some.”

sunghoon’s quiet laugh filled the room, and he walked over, placing the cake on the bedside table. “yeah, she left her mark on it,” he said, his eyes crinkling in amusement.

you glanced at the cake, noticing the slightly uneven surface, and couldn’t help but laugh. it wasn’t perfect, but it was the most perfect thing you could’ve asked for.

“thank you,” you whispered, pulling sori close to kiss her forehead, then reaching for sunghoon, who leaned down to kiss you gently on the lips.

“let’s eat before sori finishes the rest of it,” sunghoon joked, sitting down beside you.

the three of you shared slices of the slightly lopsided cake, laughter filling the room as sunghoon recounted the morning’s adventure in the kitchen.

it didn’t matter that the cake wasn’t perfect. in this moment, with sunghoon and sori by your side, it was everything.

do not copy or repost my work @/jaysng

（ 제목 ） MR PARK.

PRESENT.⠀⟡​⠀your boss offers you a ride home?

（ 박종성 ） — pairing = fem!employee x ceo!jay ୨୧ warning = none ୨୧ wc = 618

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ㅤ𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 midnight as you walked towards Jay's office. Most employees had gone home already, but you had to work a little later than usual. All the lights were off except for his office and the cubicle you worked in. The small knock at Jay's door caught his attention, to which he spoke out a quick "come in." Before going back to flipping through papers.

ㅤOnce invited into his office, you open the door and walk in. Surprised to see he was still hard at work.. "Mr. park, why haven't you gone home yet? It's very late.." You say with a more softer voice, sounding stupid since you did the same. "I could ask you the same question." Jay says, raising an eyebrow at you and squinting his eyes.

ㅤTo his surprise, you were wearing a formal skirt-he wasn't exactly surprised about the fact you were just wearing a skirt, but more about the fact that you're wearing a skirt in this weather. "May I ask why you're wearing a skirt? It's cold outside, adding the fact that it's pouring out there." Jay's eyes scan your outfit, not judging but more confused.

ㅤ"Oh, my skirt? Uhm.. you might not believe me but I thought it would be nice out today, I forgot to check the weather for the night and only checked for the morning." You mumble, adjusting your skirt by pulling it down. "Are you not cold?" He asked, tilting his head and furrowing his eyebrows. "That's absurd. Check the weather thoroughly from now on."

ㅤHe says, sounding like a protective dad or boyfriend. "Okay, yes.. I will. but, Mr. Park. when are you going to go home? You should go home especially if you haven't eaten dinner yet!" You say, sounding concerned which made him smile a little bit. The smile was subtle, and before you could notice the smile he went back to a straight-poker-face.

ㅤ"Don't worry about me. You should go home. Leave, go home, now." Jay ordered, pointing to the door behind you with his pen. You quickly bow in goodbye before leaving, the door closing behind you. "Did she even bring an umbrella.. or a coat at least?" He mumbled to himself, subconsciously worrying for your health.

ㅤAfter an hour or two, Jay eventually came downstairs, exiting the elevator and entering the lobby. He stopped when he saw you standing by the window, peering out and just staring at the rain. "What the hell.." He mumbled, making his way to you and tapping you on your shoulder. "Y/n, you shouldn't be here."

ㅤYou look at him in surprise when he taps your shoulder, adjusting your purse strap. "Oh- well.. I was waiting for the rain to stop so I could go to the bus station-" You attempted to explain yourself but the look on Jay's face told you to shut up. "Are you stupid? I'm genuinely curious as to how you got this job.."

ㅤ"The rain doesn't stop until the morning," He took a pause to look at his expensive watch. "The last bus has left by now," He stopped once more to look you up and down. "And you're wearing a skirt and some heels. Please, use your brain." Jay sighs, putting his bag down and taking off his coat before wrapping it around your shoulders.

ㅤ"Wear this so you don't get cold.." Jay's voice softens, adjusting the coat around you before buttoning it up. Your cheeks were slowly gaining a redder color, but you couldn't help but admit how warm it was.. and how it smelt like his cologne. "Oh- thank you.." You mumble, his big coat engulfing you in warmth.

"I'll drop you off home, don't catch a cold.."

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── ❝ ꒰ 𝐹𝐸𝐸𝐿𝑆 𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅𝑇 𝑂𝐹 𝐴 𝑀𝑂𝑉𝐼𝐸 𝐼’𝑉𝐸 𝑆𝐸𝐸𝑁 𝐵𝐸𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐸 .ᐟㅤ ៸៸﹙ 박성훈 ﹚ ᶻ𐰁

GENRE ៸៸ forbidden relationship ៸ oneshot ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆in which two lovers go on a late-night drive .ᐟㅤ insp by ceilings by lizzy mcalpine ៸៸ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕1390 ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not proofread ៸ kissing ៸ pet names ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭 —active era incoming!! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

THE CAR MOVED QUIETLY ALONG THE DARKENED ROAD,

the headlights reflecting long, dim beams across the empty street—the world outside the window is silent, asleep in the quiet of the late night, and the only sounds in the car are the soft buzzing of the engine and the faint, slow song playing from the radio.

the air is heavy with the weight of something unspoken, something that lingers between the two of you, and you don’t know if it’s the night, or the realization that these moments are always slipping through your fingers too quickly.

sunghoon’s hand rests on the gearshift, his knuckles brushing against yours, and you feel the familiar warmth spread through you—the same warmth you’ve felt every time you’ve been this close to him.

the streetlights flicker as you pass, and in those small glimpses of light, you see his profile—the sharp line of his jaw, the soft, messy strands of his hair falling into his eyes, the way his lips press together in concentration as he drives.

he looks beautiful, in the quiet, under the gentle glow of the passing lights.

it’s like something out of a dream—something too perfect, too fragile to be real. ─── 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘜𝘛 .ᐟㅤ

his eyes glance over at you, and for a moment, they soften, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, as if just seeing you there beside him makes all of this worth it.

it’s a smile that holds the weight of all the secrets you share, of all the stolen moments between you.

you look down at your intertwined hands, your fingers grazing the edges of his, and you can feel that familiar pang of longing.

the kind of longing that comes from knowing that you can’t stay in this car forever, that eventually, this drive will end, and you’ll have to go back to reality—the place where being with him isn’t as simple as just being in love.

you’ll go back to the house that’s waiting for you, the one with your parents, who will never approve of someone like sunghoon.

it’s a world that’s filled with expectations and rules and boundaries that you’re never allowed to cross.

but in this car, it’s different.

it’s just you and him, no rules, no eyes watching, no consequences—just two people who found something in each other that made it impossible to stay away.

“are you okay?” sunghoon’s voice is soft, cutting through the quiet.

his eyes flicker to you again, and you can see the concern in them, the gentle way he’s always cared about you, even in the smallest of ways.

you nod, swallowing the lump that’s forming in your throat. “yeah, i’m okay,” you whisper, even though you know it’s not entirely true.

you’re okay now, here, but you know it won’t last.

it never does. but that’s why you hold onto these moments, because they’re all you have, and they’re everything to you.

he gives you a small smile, the kind that reaches his eyes, making them crinkle just a bit at the corners, and it makes your heart ache.

you reach out, your fingers brushing against his cheek, and he leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief second.

it’s such a small thing, but it feels like everything—like in that tiny movement, you can feel all the love you have for each other.

“sometimes i wish i could just keep driving,” he admits, his voice so low it almost gets lost in the roar of the engine.

“just keep going, until we’re so far away that none of it matters anymore.”

his words hang in the air between you, and you feel the tears prick at the corners of your eyes, that familiar sense of longing growing inside you.

you want that too. more than anything. you want to be with him without having to look over your shoulder, without feeling like every kiss, every touch, every whispered word is something that could be taken away at any moment.

you want him without all the obstacles that come with it, without the expectations that keep pulling you apart.

“i know,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “i wish that too.”

his fingers tighten around yours, and he looks at you, his eyes filled with something raw, something that you’ve seen so many times but never get used to.

it’s love, pure and simple, and it’s so strong that it scares you—because it’s the kind of love that makes everything else fade away, the kind that makes you want to risk it all, even when you know how much it could hurt.

he pulls the car to a stop, the gravel crunching beneath the tires as he parks on the side of the road.

you look up, seeing your house in the distance—the lights still on, even at this hour, because they’re waiting for you.

you can already feel the weight of the world creeping back in, the walls going up, the distance that’s going to grow between you as soon as you step out of this car.

sunghoon turns to you, his eyes searching yours, and for a moment, neither of you say anything.

there’s no need for words, not when everything you’re feeling is written so clearly across your faces.

you lean in, your forehead resting against his, your eyes closing as you take in the moment, the warmth of his skin, the scent of him—everything about him that you want to remember when he’s not with you.

“i love you,” he whispers, his voice cracking just a little, and you feel the tears slip down your cheeks, your heart aching at how much you wish you could hold onto this forever.

“i love you too,” you whisper back, your voice breaking.

he kisses you then, his lips soft and warm against yours, and it’s filled with everything you can’t say, everything that’s too big for words.

it’s a promise, a vow that even if you can’t be together in the way you want, even if the world is determined to pull you apart, this love is real, and it’s yours, and no one can take that away.

you pull away, and he looks at you, his eyes glassy, his expression filled with a sadness that mirrors your own.

you reach for the door handle, your fingers trembling as you open it, the cold night air rushing in, pulling you back to reality.

you step out of the car, your feet touching the pavement, and you turn back to him, giving him one last smile.

“goodnight, sunghoon,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper, and it feels like goodbye, even though you know it’s not.

“goodnight, y/n,” he says, his voice breaking just a little, and you can see the way his hands grip the steering wheel, like he’s trying to hold onto something that’s slipping away.

you turn away, your heart heavy as you walk up the driveway, the distance between you growing with every step.

you can feel his eyes on you, watching until you reach the door, and you pause, looking back just once.

he’s still there, his silhouette framed by the dim glow of the car’s headlights, and it makes your chest tighten, knowing that this is where it ends—at least for tonight.

you give him one last wave, and he raises his hand, a soft smile on his lips, and then you turn, opening the door and stepping inside.

the warmth of the house surrounds you, yet you still feel so cold—the weight of the expectations fall back onto your shoulders, and you close the door, shutting out the night, shutting out sunghoon.

you lean against the door, your eyes closing, the tears slipping down your cheeks, and you wish, more than anything, that you could have stayed.

that you could have kept driving, kept holding his hand, kept feeling that sense of freedom that only comes with him.

but for now, you’ll hold onto the memory of tonight—the warmth of his hand, the softness of his lips, the love that you felt, even if just for a moment.

and maybe, someday, you’ll find a way to make it more than just a fleeting moment.

maybe, someday, you’ll find a way to keep driving, together.

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SWEETS.

where this basketball player is a sweetheart to you.

warning : cursing

pair : nishimura riki x f!reader

buns notes : havent had a fic in a while so.. here !

Riki was running around during basketball practice doing his best as always. making dunks and all.

But his temper was through the roof since his teammates kept screwing up.

After one of them missed a layup he groaned. "You all fucking suck today!" He huffed out as he sat on the bench.

The boys all cowered in shame as they avoided rikis scolding gaze.

Despite riki being young he was the captain of this basketball team and definitely did his role correctly.

"Sorry captain.. we didn't—" "Fuck whatever excuse you're about to say."

He hissed before taking a sip of his water bottle, wiping the stray droplets off his chin.

He threw his water bottle down. "Go back on the court and if you all mess up again you'll be running until your damn legs swell up." He pushed past the scared boys as they followed suit behind him.

The whole practice play was scolding after scolding from riki and he had enough.

"Run. all of you." He sat on the bench again and buried his head in his hands as he faintly heard sneakers against the floor which signaled they were running.

He was so caught up in his frustration he didn't notice someone sat beside him before that familiar voice reached his ears.

"Baby? what's wrong?" You called out and riki immediately looked up, his eyes softening.

"Its nothing pretty, the guys are just being themselves." He smiled and wrapped a arm around your waist.

"Did you have a good day at your classes?" He asked before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Yeah i did.. oh! let me tell you!" You began to ramble on and riki listened attentively, nodding and or humming to indicate he was listening.

His teammates walked over panting but paused at the domestic scene.

Riki sent a glare there way that signaled 'You aren't finished.' and they immediately went back to running.

Rikis eyes turned back to a yapping you as he admired your cuteness.

Here to say, he's definitely a sweetheart to you.

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aisheteru ♡

pairing : ni-ki x reader ! genre : fluffy fluff flufffffff ! cw : forehead and nose kisses ! wc : 431

syposis : ni-ki teaches you japanese 🥸

“okay, say it with me—… o-ya-su-mi," riki’s voice was soft as he looked up at you, lips curling into a smile. his hands rested on your waist as you sat comfortably on his lap, legs draped on either side of him.

you nodded, trying your best to follow along. “oya…sumi. did i get it right?”

he nodded gently, fingers lightly tapping against your side. "perfect. you’re a natural."

the dim light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow over the room, prompting warmth to surround you. you could feel his steady and soothing heartbeat against you. the night was a calm and showed how hours had passed since you saw each other first, like the world had slowed down just for the two of you.

“okay okay, teach me another one,” you asked as you leaned forward slightly. his eyes seemed to have sparkle as he thought for a moment.

"okay, umm, how about... su-ki da yo. it means..." he hesitated, side-eyeing you with a knowing smirk on his face as his cheeks flushing slightly.

"what does it mean?" you asked, teasingly poking his chest, knowing full well what he was about to say. you didn’t do duolingo for nothing after all.

riki’s voice was a little quieter this time, but the playfulness never left his expression. “it means ‘i like you.’” he glanced up at you and you couldn’t help but smile at the way his eyes softened when he said it.

"well in that case….. i ‘suki da yo’ you too," you repeated slowly, enunciating each syllable, trying to make it as clear as possible.

his grin widened, adoration swelling in his chest at your stupid attempt at reciprocating his confess, though equally as proud of your pronunciation. without thinking, he leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose.

hours have passed, and you’re completely sprawled against his chest, your body overlapping his as you nuzzle into his neck, your warm breath tickling his skin.

riki shifts slightly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before snorting when he notices the drool slipping from the corner of your mouth. without hesitation, he snaps a picture, already planning how he’ll tease you with it in the morning. but for now, he just smiles, soaking in your presence (and your drool) with a particular fondness floating in his eyes.

“aisteru,” he mumbles, his voice shaky and tired as he kisses your forehead again, setting his phone on the nightstand before finally wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pulling you even closer, and shutting his eyes.

note : i love him very very much 😞

enhypen when Hybe wants them to go big but won’t let them go home

"Why're you tapping at my window at this time." you murmur, wiping the remnants of sleep from your eyes, Ni-ki huffs as he finally lands his right leg on your carpet, his hair and clothes drenched from the rain.

"Mom kicked me out for the night, and I really doubt your dad would like to wake up to me knocking on his door at 1 in the morning." he chuckles, taking off his leather jacket, placing it messily on your study table. You frown at the sight, going to close the window, to stop more rain from coming in, waving at his friends parked in front of your house.

"What'd you do this time." "she didn't like my grades, and some other stuff, you know, the usual." he lays on your bed, earning a grumble from you, a hearty chuckle erupting from his stomach in response. You grab your hair dryer, before kicking at him to sit up. His hands grabbing your waist to pull you closer to him, your fingers lazily comb through his wet hair, plugging the electronic in. It grumbles softly at it comes to life, held awkwardly as you dried what you could of his hair cause he wouldn't pull away.

The sound from your dryer fills the air, your body drifting in and out of sleep. Finally managing to pull him away, focusing the electronic on his bangs. "I wish your dad wasn't such a dick. I'd get married to you right now." "Even if my dad wasn't a dick , we wouldn't get married cause we're still too young." you say as you put the dryer down on you bedside table.

"Would you marry me?" he questions, your eyes scan his face, fingers dragging through his now damp (ish) hair, a small smile gracing your face. "Yes, in a heartbeat." his cheeks swell with color, a soft red, his smile growing. "I'll get you the biggest diamond, a gold and silver ring, the most expensive." "You're the biggest diamond I'll ever need, the most expensive jewel I'll ever want." he paused before pulling away from your touch, a shy fit of laughter causing him to shake, leaned back, his body held up by his left hand, to look at you.

"T-that was really good." "learned from the best."

𝒩ot a bet﹕hyung line

𝑒nhypen x fem!reader ⚹ cw: each member ranges from 5-1k wc, fluff, lowercase intended, they swear, crying, uh someone kneels, not proud w heejake's 😞, not proofread ( lmk if i missed something! )

sypnosis : upon learning that you were merely the stake in a bet, they wasted no time in mending your relationship.

part one !

★ LEE HEESEUNG ( 0.8k wc )

"y/n wait!"

heeseung's voice only made you walk faster. you didn't want to humiliate yourself further by stopping and talking to him. all you wanted to do now was to just march out of the school, go home, lock yourself in your room and maybe eat a tub of ice cream while you ugly cry yourself to sleep.

"y/n, please." heeseung pleaded, taking your elbow in his grasp as he spun you around and pulling you closer to the point you can feel his breath on fanning your nose.

he looked at you pleadingly. "it's okay," you managed to say in a shaky voice. "i understand, you can all laugh at me all you want now-" he shook his head, "it's okay really!" you added, pursing your lips.

"i just want to be left alone now okay?" and even if he knew you didn't mean just 'now.' he'll respect your wishes and let you go, but he won't give up.

heeseung watched you walk away from him with a heavy heart, wanting nothing but to just explain everything to you before it was too late. he couldn't lose you, not like this.

when he couldn't see your figure anymore, he messily messed his hair and made his way back to the gym eager to teach a guy how to not spit nonsense.

it's been a week since that happened and a week since he's seen you in the school. he asked some of your classmates and club members but all he received were nasty glares and short cold answers. what happened between the two of you spread like wild fire the following day you walked away from him. everyone knew you were kind of a nerd, but they also knew you were a complete angel and had a heart soft as a pillow.

they also knew that betting on a person's feeling isn't exactly it. — more under the cut!

so throughout that week too, his popularity decreased day by day. he used to receive heart eyes on the hallways and joyful 'good morning, heeseung!'s by random students, now all he received were judgemental glances and they avoided him like a plague, scared to be the next target of a cruel bet.

he didn't care though, all he cared about was your wellbeing. it's been a week and you've still yet to show up to class, so imagine his surprise when you suddenly walk in to the room with your usual hair do, your bag slung over on your shoulder and your glasses almost falling off your nose bridge.

he sat up straighter, gulping as his eyes followed your every move. he could feel hear heart beating louder, as if it was calling for you, desperate to be near you again.

he needed to fix this, asap.

it felt like forever before heeseung heard the bell ring. as soon as he heard the annoying sound, he messily packed up his things and ran after you.

"y/n!" your forearm was then again grabbed by him. although this time, he turned you slowly. heeseung silently admired your face. he missed you so much.

"let me explain, please. it's not what you think. i promise." he whispered, vulnerability in his tone. the simple nod you gave was his signal to interlace his fingers with yours as he looked for an empty room.

you ignored the looks everyone threw your way, either worried and judging. all you could focus on was his warm hand on yours and how you missed it so much, you didn't even realize you both were now inside an empty classroom.

"there was no bet." you furrowed your brows, looking at him with mixed confusion and frustration. "i promise, there was no bet."

"why would they say that then?"

"i don't know, but i promise there's no bet. throughout the months we've been together everything i've said was real." he said, desperate.

heeseung stepped closer.

"what i felt for you was real," he scrambled to get his phone from his pocket, opening his messages app. "you can go through my phone all you want, ask any of my friends-" you raised a brow.

"not those friends! i mean sunghoon, jay, jungwon.. you know." your raised brow made him sputter. "to be completely honest, they've been ignoring me after they heard about what happened.."

you looked at him hesitantly as you scrolled through his messages with shaking hands. you scrolled for so long, you even reached to the messages months before you both got together.

he didn't have any messages to his basketball team group chat unless it was announcements from his coach. the group chat with his actual friends were only filled with his pining over 'the girl on the back of his biology class.'

"heeseung.."

"there's no bet, baby. i'd never do that to anyone." he whispered, stepping closer. "i can't lose you like this.. i love you."

you sniffled as you came crashing on his chest, letting tears fall again. heeseung immediately wrapped his arms around you, sighing in relief as he finally have you back in his arms.

"i was so worried baby." he mumbled, kissing your head.

"i love you forever. i'll kill everyone who tries to get in between us again," heeseung pulled you closer if it was even possible.

"and if they do, i'll make sure to fix everything even if it means the whole world would hate me."

★ PARK JONGSEONG ( 1.0k wc )

jay was confused.

the both of you had a very well planned date tonight, so he was utterly puzzled to see that you weren't responding to his messages. for heaven's sake, you didn't even read his messages, he was just left in delivered.

he had tried calling multiple times but was only met with your automated voice telling him to leave a voice message. it came to the point that he had enough and decided to drive to your house.

throughout the drive, jay wondered what could've happened. he couldn't think of anything that would make you upset like this, he hoped that you just fell asleep and forgot to have your alarm on.

walking up the porch of your house, jay rang the doorbell and was met with your mom who opened the door with furrowed brows when she laid her eyes on him.

"good afternoon mrs. l/n, is y/n home?" your mother's frown deepened, hesitantly looking at the stairs behind her before looking back at him. "i'm sorry jay, she said she doesn't want to see you?"

that caused jay to furrow his brows as well. "wha- may i ask why?"

"i was hoping you'd tell me." if jay was confused a while ago, he was even more confused now and frustrated.

"can i see her, please?" he pleads, the older woman hesitantly opened the door wider to invite him in, and before he could ascend up the stairs, your mom stopped him.

"jay.." he looked back. "i don't know what happened to you both but take it easy on her, alright? she's been crying, i can tell." jay gulped and only nodded, sending your mom a pursed smile.

he knocked on your bedroom door, when no response came, he tried to turn the knob and was thankful that it wasn't locked.

jay slowly opened your door, seeing you curled on one corner of your bed as your body shook from your sobs you tried to keep silent.

he could feel his heart break at the sight. stepping a foot inside the room, he mentally cursed at himself when he accidentally bumped on to your mirror causing your head to shoot up in alarm at the sound.

your already glassy eyes was once again filled with tears as your eyes met his. jay barely dodged the pillow you threw at him, screaming at him to "go away and never show your face to me again."

jay frowned and came closer until he was sat on the edge of your bed, ignoring the words you just shouted at him.

"baby.. what's- what's wrong?" he asked, attempting to hold your hand but you retracted it and tried to throw another pillow at him. he swiftly caught it and brought it back down gently beside you.

"was it worth the one month of free car wash?" you spat through hiccups. jay stayed silent, confused.

"of course it probably was, that's what you do right?" the sight of your swollen and red face kept breaking his heart, he was still confused on what you were talking about but he'll let you talk.

this way he knew how he'd make things better.

"make me fall in love with you in exchange of a month's free of car wash.." you muttered, your eyes still boring on to his. at your words, it finally clicked. "..am i really worth just that much?" another sob.

right, he had forgotten to end the call when his 'friend' came barging into his apartment. you had probably heard all the nonsense the guy sputtered.. but surely you must've heard the way he defended your relationship and swore at that him too?

"i thought.. high school days were done jay. please just leave me alone now. you got what you want." jay shook his head, coming closer and pulling your body to his.

he wrapped his arms around you, his hand rubbing your back as you sobbed hard. he didn't try stopping you when he felt your weak punches that you threw at his chest, his own tears clouding his vision but he didn't dare make them fall.

"you got it all wrong, baby." he whispered, rubbing your nape as your face now rested against the crook of his neck. he ignored the wetness there. "i'm guessing you overheard the conversation with sungjae?"

you nodded, now calmer but not pulling away.

"did you also hear the way i told him to drop the stupid bet he kept insisting to happen? the way i kicked him out of my apartment?" you stayed silent, only sniffling as a response.

jay sighed, wrapping his arm around your waist tighter and pulling you closer.

"the whole campus knows sungjae's an asshole, baby. he was a jerk who thought that being a dick to others were entertaining, and i guess that's why i was like that back in high school.. i wanted to be accepted in their group."

"but we're in college now, i left that group but somehow sungjae's here and is pathetically still stuck in the past." he pulled your face from his neck, cupping your cheek and wiping away your tears.

"i've loved you since high school.. and there's no bet, baby. the moment he had found out i was dating you, he kept bringing up a bet about how long we would last.. but i always shut him out, told him to cut it out and that there will be no bet happening, especially if you're the one getting betted on."

new fresh tears come rolling down your cheek, this time they were tears of relief. glad to know that everything was real, that you weren't just a toy.

"you promise you'll cut him off starting now?" you whispered, looking at him with big glassy eyes.

"i've cut him since high school, y/n. it's him who's keep clinging to me. but i promise he won't be saying anything about the both of us anymore." jay pressed your foreheads together, pressing a soft peck on your lips.

"you will forever be the prettiest and the only one i'll ever love this much in this world, my baby."

★ SIM JAEYUN ( 0.5k wc )

jake watched you run away in confusion, staring at the laughing crowd and turning to look at your locker only to be met with the note he has been telling everyone to throw away.

he angrily took it from your locker, ripping the small paper into pieces. "how many times have i told you to cut this shit out? do you want me to report all of you for harassment and bullying?" he raised his voice at the crowd who had stopped their laughter.

"that's what i thought." he frowned, pushing past them and running after you.

jake knew what everyone was doing the moment it spread that he was dating you. he had received dms telling him he could do better and if he was merely toying with your feelings.

he had told them countless times to drop it, even going far as to almost punch the person who has created the bets if it wasn't for sunoo holding him back. he had hoped that it wouldn't reach you. it was another one of his reasons on why he always went to school earlier, just in case it was placed on your locker. unfortunately, you were earlier than him today.

it's not like he was tolerating it, he had tried countless times to report it but they'd only say it was probably only for fun and he shouldn't take jokes seriously.

but jokes were meant to be funny, right?

jake opened the door that lead to the rooftop slowly, peeking his head to look if you were there. to his luck, you were.

your back faced him while your bag was placed down carelessly beside your feet. jake approached slowly, not wanting to overwhelm you further.

"baby?" he mumbled loud enough for you to hear. you turned your head towards him, showing him your tear stained cheeks. "oh, y/n." he sighed and held your cheeks, wiping away the salty liquid off your precious face.

"jake.. why are you dating me, of all people?" you ask through tears, avoiding his eyes.

jake's eyes softened, he dated you because you were different from everyone who wanted to be like the everyone else, did that make sense? you were your own person, you didn't care about social status, wealth, his circle of friends, and whether someone was good looking or not. you were soft hearted, to the point that you had let others take advantage of that leading them to walking all over you.

and he hated that.

"why not you?" he said softly, tilting your chin up so that you could meet his eyes. "you're everything i've ever needed."

"you can tell the truth." you mutter, looking at jake. his mouth formed a pout, heart broken at the way you had so little love for yourself.

"i am telling the truth, baby." he whispers, taking your hands and placing them on his face before putting his own hands back on yours. "everything is a joke to them when i'm involved." you whisper, ignoring the way your voice broke.

"we don't care about what they think, they're all just jealous. everything we've been through and what i feel for you are real, no jokes." he smiled, pulling you closer to him.

"you promise?"

"baby i'd choose you over anyone in this world over and over again until the heavens above is tired of me."

★ PARK SUNGHOON (0.7k wc)

sunghoon frowned, confused and hurt. he wanted to fix whatever happened, so he took his phone from the couch and his car keys from the wooden bowl in his foyer.

it was when he was in the elevator that he noticed his phone was open. his breath hitched, finally knowing the reason for your departure and choice of words. sunghoon quickly left the group chat and started dialing your number.

it was true that you were a bet. were. he didn't even know why he agreed, maybe because he wanted so badly to fit in. he didn't want a repeat of middle school, so instead of being the bullied and made fun of, he was now the one doing those to others. he wasn't proud of it at the slightest.

that doesn't excuse his actions though. the longer he spent time with you, the deeper he fell. sunghoon never planned for you to find out this way, he already had a plan. first he had to get rid of his 'friends', tell you everything then ask you if you still wanted him to meet your parents.

guilt always ate him alive whenever you would stay over and sleep by his side. he couldn't bring himself to meet your family knowing he hasn't told you everything and the truth.

he felt like his heart would jump out of his chest as he stood infront of the door of your house. if he died tonight on the hands of either your father or older brother, he'd welcome death with open arms.

i deserve it.

he audibly gulped when the door opened, revealing.. you. the way your brows furrowed at the sight of him tightened his chest. he stopped you before you could even close the door on him.

"y/n please, let me explain everything.. o-okay?" the way his voice cracked and the unshed tears in his eyes almost made you give in, but upon remembering what you've read, the anger in you was back.

"explain what?" you spat, turning to look over your shoulder before back at him. "that all those months i've spent loving you," you pointed at him harshly. "was just for entertainment? tell me, what was in it for you, huh?"

sunghoon shook his head, the tears now flowing down his pale cheeks. "no, no! i promise, please i love you." he reached out but you stepped back, biting your lip as you held back the tears.

"just.. leave me alone sunghoon," he felt his heart crack even more. "you've had your fun, you can laugh about i all you want now." you were taken aback when he knelt infront of you, hugging your waist as he sobbed.

"what the-" sunghoon tightened his grip on you, muttering along the words of 'im sorry', 'never meant to be like this', and something along the lines of regretting something.

"sunghoon- oh my god." you groaned as you descended to face him. "please, i didn't mean to. i-" he hiccuped, "i'm sorry, i know it was stupid and there's no reason for me to accept the bet- but i just wanted to fit in. i wanted them to take me as a part of their circle- but, but i soon realized that it was stupid." he looked at you with swollen eyes, desperation swam in his dark irises.

"because i realized that hurting you isn't worth being a part of their asshole group. it started with a bet, i admit, but i truly love you, please believe me." a sob made its way out his throat as he clung into you, his arms circling your neck. "it wasn't a lie whenever i said i'd meet your parents, i was constantly trying to get rid of them first before i met your family, i didn't want to meet them until i've told you the complete truth."

your own tears descended down your cheeks, your heart hurting for yourself and sunghoon. you stayed on the floor wrapped around each other for a moment before you both helped each other up to your feet, he looked at you intensely with red bloodshot eyes. "i'm sorry, i understand if you don't want anything to do with me anymore."

"i understand hoon," you whispered, bringing your hands to cup his face. "but you have to understand too that i can't trust you fully right up again." he nodded, putting his own hands on yours as he kissed your palms.

"i know.. and i'll spent the rest of my life earning it again. i love you."

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hey guys! i just wanted to come here and address the situation my account is in.

i'm sure you guys know who haze and emi is! i don't have haze's account but i have emi's which is emisloves. so, people have been asking me if i'm a minor. yes, i'm a minor. i'm 15, i'm NOT a baby and it's not messing with my mental health (as some people ahem.. haze.. have been applying) if i write smut. which i barely do. (as in i recently began to write smut.)

one thing i get, is the curiosity. people asking me if i'm actually a minor and if it's actually true. but, i find it incredibly rude when people make it seem like i'm crazy or so for writing smut.

i'd like to start with this:

if someone has audacity, it's YOU, emi. it's the fact that you were exposed for being racist and making racist comments with haze, being exposed by @intromortal in THIS post.

you can call me a bitch, but we both know that you're the shameless one. moving on, i'd like to show this:

this was sent to me by haze on her second account. i suppose haze assumed that i'd lie about my age. something i've never done since nobody even asked for my age and i didn't put an age in my bio. i didn't block her at the moment, i considered it but i never did.

i was SUPER polite with responding, which i have screenshots.. of me giving her the benefit of the doubt.

going back to emi, i was really nice to her, and all i even did (in the two times that i even left something in her inbox) was compliment her theme.. nothing vulgar.. the only reason i even interacted with the two was because their account was in my reccommendation.

and, with the post that @intromortal posted, i saw haze and emi's 'apology' for making the racist comments..

personally, if i was emi, i wouldn't be calling anybody else shameless. especially if i did something like that. being racist is one thing. calling someone else shameless (when that's all you) is another.

another post i found: this.. which also goes with the whole racist comment incident.

i found out (i'm not 100% sure about this one) that emi went on a hiatus after that, and came back. i assume that going on a hiatus was so that everything died down and she wouldn't have to deal with it after her apology.

but anyways, i just wanted to clear some things up. i appreciate my anons who let me know and all!

As much as I want my page to be happy and fun, I have to talk about this insanity.

Fate/Fate Plus tour ended not even 24 hours ago. Almost all members voicing how relieved they are for it to be over, just for BeLift to announce another world tour today. Thankfully, a lot of people on Weverse, TikTok, and Twitter have started to bring more attention to the issue.

As much as I love and adore enhypen with all of my heart, I do not want to pay money to see them miserable or lack members up on stage. Their physical and mental state mean more to me than an interaction. I think most people can agree with me on this.

Sadly, as much as I’d love to push the idea of boycotting them, they will most likely feel that it is their fault. There really is no win in this situation. If we keep buying/streaming Belift wont stop, if we stop buying/streaming enhypen will feel disappointed in themselves and BeLift may toss them to the side and stop giving them any sort of support at all.

So, best course of action right now is to force BeLift to make them have a longer break than a month by basically spamming them in their comments on different platforms.

If you want to participate in this, great! There are many different tags and formats you can use that are being posted on Weverse and Twitter. Just copy and paste and spam it on BeLift and any official Kpop new source advertising about the tour.

If you read this far, I thank you for listening to what I have to say about this and I hope you take my words into consideration. Please keep in mind this is to protect Enhypen. If you do have Weverse, please send some kind words of support their way to show we do love them and none of this is their fault.

Just wanted to also state that, for now we are using the spamming method. If that does not work, I 100% think a boycott should be done.

Any tags used are to spread the word, disregard them.

As much as I want my page to be happy and fun, I have to talk about this insanity.

Fate/Fate Plus tour ended not even 24 hours ago. Almost all members voicing how relieved they are for it to be over, just for BeLift to announce another world tour today. Thankfully, a lot of people on Weverse, TikTok, and Twitter have started to bring more attention to the issue.

As much as I love and adore enhypen with all of my heart, I do not want to pay money to see them miserable or lack members up on stage. Their physical and mental state mean more to me than an interaction. I think most people can agree with me on this.

Sadly, as much as I’d love to push the idea of boycotting them, they will most likely feel that it is their fault. There really is no win in this situation. If we keep buying/streaming Belift wont stop, if we stop buying/streaming enhypen will feel disappointed in themselves and BeLift may toss them to the side and stop giving them any sort of support at all.

So, best course of action right now is to force BeLift to make them have a longer break than a month by basically spamming them in their comments on different platforms.

If you want to participate in this, great! There are many different tags and formats you can use that are being posted on Weverse and Twitter. Just copy and paste and spam it on BeLift and any official Kpop new source advertising about the tour.

If you read this far, I thank you for listening to what I have to say about this and I hope you take my words into consideration. Please keep in mind this is to protect Enhypen. If you do have Weverse, please send some kind words of support their way to show we do love them and none of this is their fault.

Just wanted to also state that, for now we are using the spamming method. If that does not work, I 100% think a boycott should be done.

Any tags used are to spread the word, disregard them.

belift is fucking crazy and insane!! enha is being sooo overworked like crazy, their schedules are inhumane. they’ve been having comebacks after comebacks, never-ending tours and promos like what the fuck?! the members are suffering so much because of how greedy their company is.

first we saw jay having a knee injury and yet the company made him perform on stage without any proper arrangements. sunghoon having a cold and getting sick often. heeseung being so exhausted that he couldn't even stand properly (for which so many quote ’engenes’ called him lazy and un-professional which is absolutely insane!!!) jake had to sit out from two different stages in their most recent concert and couldn’t even open his eyes when he was present for the other stages. DESPITE all this they’re having another comeback soon!??

the tours seem never ending and it’s been two whole years! this is so terrifying. our boys love making music for us for which we appreciate and support them but at what cost? they’re humans too and i’m sure we all know how horrendously they’re being over-worked and being treated like robots. please demand for a break for them for only we can help them in this.

haven’t seen lots of awareness brought to this in enhablr yet but i really wish all engenes could also post about & talk about the mistreatment they’re getting from belift. the way they haven’t had not even five days of rest the past two years is so concerning. the way the members’ healths are getting worse is so terrifying. they’re all so horrendously overworked and exhausted. we all saw jay’s injury and how they STILL made him perform despite the fact that his knee was injured. and now he’s on a hiatus that probably won’t even last that long considering how greedy their company is.

jake had to sit out from two different stages in their most recent concert and couldn’t even open his eyes when he was present for the other stages. heeseung can’t even properly perform with how overworked and exhausted he is. riki even spoke out about fainting in his weverse (whether it was a mistranslation or joke or not) this is all so terrifying. it’s so concerning because every engene knows how much enha love music & how much they love performing and having concerts for their fans.

their schedules for the past two years have literally been inhumane. comeback after comeback. tour after tour. event after event. concert after concert. belift is treating the members like they’re literal robots and the only people that can actually stop this is engenes themselves the longer you demand for a rest for the boys for no more comebacks and even boycott the higher of a chance enha will have a BREAK.

so please as an engene SPEAK OUT. repost reblog on here on every platform retweet on X share posts on tumblr use hashtags do whatever you can in your power for enha because it’s so clear they don’t have anyone else but us engenes when their own company is treating them like this.

mind you. they’re planning on making enhypen have another comeback at the final quarter of this year. AGAIN.

LET ENHYPEN REST ‼️

tagging a few moots: @intromortal @heeslomll @ak4e7a @enha-stars @venomhee @sjyfave @alvojake @hollyoongs @yzzyhee @ja3yun @jaylaxies @hoondrop @fakeuwus

# ENHYPEN BEING TIRED

OT7 enhypen x female reader 𖦹 GENRE / WARNING(S) :: fluff + slight angst + kisses + est relationship + not proofread&& ;; CHECK BOX !!

( reblogs + feedback always appreciated !! )

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚

He came home from a long day at work, his eyes showing nothing but tiredness. You stayed up late to welcome him back home after a long time, and Heeseung had requested that you should go to bed before him, but you insisted. "Hee, baby! Welcome home!" You run into his arms and feel his arms lazily wrap around you as he hums gruffly. "Honey, why aren't you asleep?" He asked, his fingers combing through your hair. "I was waiting for you, of course," you replied. "Well, then it's time to sleep. Good night, baby." Heeseung pulled your hair away from your face and kissed your forehead before walking over to his desk. "Aren’t you also going to sleep?" You asked, tugging on his sleeve. "I need to do some work first." "Can't that be done tomorrow? You're very tired." You suggested, and Heeseung let out a yawn. "Please?" You said, and after enough persuading, he gave in.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚

was sitting by the desk in your room to keep you company as you lay in bed to fall asleep, but you were unable to do so due to the bright lamp that Jay used to do his work. "When I asked you to be with me when I sleep, this is not what I meant, honey." you say tiredly, turning around in bed to lay on your side as you observe your boyfriend type on his computer. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I just need to finish this before I can sleep." Jay explains, and you groan at how insisting he is and how extremely exhaused he was, which you had previously commented on, but he refused to take your advise. "How much is left?" You ask, and Jay replied, "Not much, baby." He quickly types, and you get out of bed, and pulls him away from the seat. "Then that can be done tomorrow." You seat him on the bed, and crawl in beside him, hugging his waist so he doesn't go back. You know you've won when you hear him sigh.

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗬𝗨𝗡

was hunched over piles of papers and pens scattered across the table. The clock was showing that it was nearly midnight, surely far too late to be studying. You walk into the dining room to see Jake scrolling on his computer with flows of texts covering the screen and a calculator by his side. "Are you still studying, my love?" You asked, sitting beside him, watching as his fingers scribble somethingin his notebook. "Of course, gotta work hard so you can be proud of me, angel." He says. "I'm already proud of you, and I want you to get some rest." You say, and Jake nods his head. "Just a minute." Both of you knew that wasn't true, but you gave him a chance and rose from your seat to get some water. "I don't think this is the best way to study." You explain and place the glass of water in front of him. "But I'm not tired." Jake argues, so your hands glide across his back and eventually massage his back, which he almost falls asleep when he relaxed "See?"

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙆 𝙎𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙃𝙊𝙊𝙉

Was still up after returning from a very long trip back home. Sunghoon was packing up his stuff, as well as cleaning the house that hasn't been taken care for almost over a week. You stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed and ready to go to bed, but you see your boyfriend prance around the house with a mop. The feeling of curiousity piques your mind, and you trail behind him, watching him mop the house for a while. "Are you not tired?" You utter to him, and he stops what he's doing, turing around to face you. "A little." You scan his face and see how droopy his eyelids are, like he is dowsed in sleepiness. You take the mop away from him, "Why don't we clean together tomorrow, babe." You say, but Sunghoon is silent. "I promise that'll be the first thing we do when we wake up." You engulf him in a hug, rubbing your palms along his back till he gives in. "M'kay..." he whispers.

𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗢

Was in bed, but he couldn't fall asleep. Every second felt miserable to him, he was tired, but his mind refused to let him sleep. Sunoo looked to the side and saw you lying beside him, which offered him some comfort, but not enough. He tried again, he closed his eyes, taking in and letting out deep breaths, but to no avail. He gave up and thought that maybe he could just lay there all night under the warm blankets in a dark room with nothing else to do. Sunoo let out a yawn and shifted in bed, accidentally kicking your leg. "Baby, are you still awake?" You stirred out of sleep and propped yourself on your elbow. "Not really." You realised he was lying and inched yourself closer to him, wrapping your arms around his torso. "Thanks, sweetheart." He muttered, his heart and mind finally feeling content.

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡

"You should sleep, Jungwon." You've called for him a couple of times now, being way to exhaused yourself. Jungwon continues to write in his notebook before he says, "I just need to recap this last chapter." You're dumbfounded when he says 'chapter' and climb out of bed. "Is the test tomorrow?" "No, on Thursday." So in three days. You place a warm hand on his shoulder, and Jungwon looks up, distracted from his studies. He wraps his arm around your waist and seats you on his lap before picking up his pen again. "My Love, please rest a bit." You plead with him, and he stops writing. "Just this last part, honey." He replies, and you slide out of his arms and return to bed, turning your back towards him. A while later, you feel someone else get under the covers by the way the bed dips beside you, so you turn around and see Jungwon. With a smile, you kiss his cheek and cuddle close.

𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜

was still practicing his dance, and you began to worry for him. It was already past midnight, yet he practiced with immense amount of energy in his moves. As you make your way inside of the practice room, you hear the music being played from the loud speakers, and see Riki glancing your way with a confused look on his face. "Babe, what are you doing here?" He asks, and stops dancing, making his towards you. "Just visiting you." You say and Riki wraps an arm around your shoulders. "It's late, you should be sleeping." You think it's hypocritical to say that, but you shrug and kiss him on the cheek. "You should also be asleep then." You make your way to a wall and sits down, making yourself comfortable. He follows you and sits down too. "If I sleep, will you also?" Riki asks, and you nod. "Then, let's go." He says and turns off the music.

🍃Unplanned Journey🍃

Pairing : Park Sunghoon as father, fluff🍬 _________________________________

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Morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft glow as Sunghoon slowly opened his eyes.

He sat up in bed, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he took a moment to collect his thoughts. The events of the last previous months were still fresh in his mind,.

His ex girlfriend who had returned again tottally unexpected in his life in their lives, he just couldn't shook off the feeling something was wrong & he don't know what Is it.

He took a deep breath and swung his legs out of bed, the cold floor a stark contrast to the warmth of the blankets.

He glanced over at the crib where his baby son was still sleeping peacefully and a pang of protectiveness washed over him.

He made his way to the bathroom, splashed some cold water on his face, and took a moment to brush his teeth and make himself presentable. With one final glance in the mirror,

he took another deep breath before stepping back into the bedroom.

He quietly crept to the crib and stood there for a moment, watching his son sleep.

Sunghoon couldn’t help but feel a mix of gratitude and protectiveness watching the innocent, peaceful face of his child. He knew that he would do everything in his power to provide and care for his son, no matter what.

With one last gentle touch to his son's head, Sunghoon straightened up and made his way to the kitchen.

The sound of shuffling pots and pans revealed that his girlfriend was already up and making breakfast.

He paused in the doorway for a moment, watching her move about the kitchen with a strange mix of emotions.

She had her back to him, unaware of his presence, and he took a moment to just observe her.

Despite everything that had happened these past few months, he couldn't deny the fact that he still cared for her, deep down.

He cleared his throat softly, alerting her to his presence.

She turned around, a smile on her face that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Morning,"

she said, her voice casual as she returned to flipping pancakes on the griddle.

He nodded in response, stepping further into the kitchen and taking a seat at the small table.

His girlfriend, still facing the stove, turned to Sung-hoon with a smile that seemed just a little too bright.

"You want coffee?" she asked, already reaching for a mug without waiting for his response.

Sunghoon nodded. "Yeah, thanks."

He watched as she poured the coffee into the mug and handed it to him, her touch lingering on his fingers for just a second longer than necessary.

There was something in her eyes that he couldn’t quite read, a gleam that made him uneasy.

As she turned back to the pancakes, he took a sip of his coffee, trying to ignore the gnawing feeling in his gut.

Despite the seemingly normal scene playing out before him, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

And then after the pancakes done she served it into two plates and, sat down across from him, sipping her own coffee and watching him closely over the rim of the mug.

Her gaze was unwavering, and the air between them felt charged with tension.

Despite her cheerful exterior, there was something beneath the surface that he couldn't quite pinpoint.

"I'm glad we're doing this." she said suddenly, breaking the uneasy silence.

"I mean, us. Together again."

She batted her eyelashes at him in a way that seemed almost flirtatious, but there was a hint of calculation behind her eyes.

"Yeah, me too." Sunghoon replied. He took a sip of coffee,

struggling to match her upbeat tone. The truth was,

he still had feelings for her, there was no denying that, but something about this whole situation still left him feeling uncomfortable and on edge.

“I’ve missed you, you know.” She reached across the table and placed her hand on his, her fingers intertwining with his own.

Her touch was gentle, almost possessive, and he found himself unable to pull away.

"I missed you too."

he said softly, looking down at their joined hands.

Despite himself, he couldn’t help but feel a flicker of joy at her touch, at the feeling of being close to her again after so long.

But there was something different about her now, something that gave him pause.

Just as Sunghoon opened his mouth to speak further, the silence was broken by the sound of a baby's cry coming from the next room.

echoed through the small apartment & tugging at sunghoon's heartstrings .

"He's awake," he said, reluctantly pulling his hand from his girlfriend's grasp and standing up from the table

He made his way to bedroom & walked to the crib where Si-woon was already stirring, eyes squinting open as he began to fuss.

"It's okay, buddy," Sung-hoon murmured, gently picking up the baby and cradling him in his arms.

The baby's cries subsided as he rested in his father's embrace, and Sunghoon couldn't help but smile as he felt the tiny fingers wrap around his thumb.

This... this was the only constant in his life these past few months, this little bundle of joy who looked to him for everything.

"My little man is hungry isn't he? Hm?" he asked to the baby looking down at his arms and smile never leave his lip.

As sunghoon carried the baby into the kitchen, his girlfriend's expression changed slightly, a flicker of irritation crossing her face.

"Why is he always this noisy?" she asked, crossing her arms and leaning against the counter.

"He's a baby," Sunghoon replied simply, trying to suppress his irritation at her words.

"He cries when he needs something."

He busied himself with preparing a bottle for the baby, avoiding eye contact with his girlfriend.

She huffed in annoyance and muttered something under her breath that sounded like "what a small brat."

Sunghoon clenched his jaw but chose to ignore her muttered comment,

he don't wanna argue again with her not early in this morning, he focusing instead on feeding Siwoon.

As he sat down in a chair to feed the baby, his girlfriend took a seat across from him,

drumming her fingers on the table impatiently. She continued to watch the baby, her eyes darting between him and Sunghoon,

The baby was looking up sunghoon with curious doe eyes as he was feeding him he was suckling the nipple of fidar in his lip.

As Siwoon continues to feed, his eyes locked on his father's face, a small smile tugged at the corners of Sunghoon's lips.

It was these moments, these quiet moments alone with his son, that made everything worth it.

Despite the challenges he faced, the nights spent fretting over how to pay the bills,

the exhaustion that came with being a single parent at such a young age, one look at his son's innocent face always made it all better.

the little moments like this made it all worthwhile.

He had never expected to become a father at such a young age, but as he looked at Siwoon's peaceful face,

he knew he could not imagine his life without him now.

His girlfriend, however, didn't share his sentiment. She was growing increasingly irritated at the sight of the baby, her arms crossed and a frown on her face.

"Can you make him stop staring at you like that?" she asked, her tone laced with annoyance. "It's creepy."

Sunghoon's smile faded immediately. "He's a baby," he repeated, his voice firm.

"He doesn't understand the concept of 'creepy.' He only knows that I'm his source of comfort and safety."

His girlfriend rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath again.

As Siwoon finished feeding, Sung-hoon gently burped him and placed him against his shoulder, patting his back. The baby let out a soft sigh,

snuggling closer to his father's chest, clearly content and settled.

Sunghoon felt a pang of protectiveness and love as he held his son,

the weight of his tiny body against him a reminder of how much this little creature depended on him.

He shot his girlfriend a glare look.

She huffed and looked away, clearly not enjoying the sight of the baby being doted on and the closeness between father and son.

They sat in silence for a few moments, the only sound being the occasional soft cooing from Siwoon.

Sunghoon continued to pat the baby's back, lost in his thoughts.

He couldn't understand why his girlfriend was acting this way toward the baby.

Surely, she must have known that caring for an infant took time and effort, that he couldn't just put aside his responsibilities as a father whenever she wanted attention.

Finally, his girlfriend couldn't contain her annoyance any longer.

"When are you going to put him down? It's not like he's going to explode or anything if he's not attached to you all the time."

Sunghoon bristled at her words but took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice level.

"He's still a newborn," he explained, the patience in his tone beginning to wear thin.

"He needs constant care and attention. Especially at this age, " Sunghoon replied, trying to keep his patience.

"And he's not just 'attached' to me, he's completely dependent on me for everything."

She huffed and slammed her mug down on the table.

"You're seriously so obsessed with that kid. It's like you care more about him than you do me. It's been four months, we were are apart.. "

"& now I'm back bcz i still love you hoon.. i missed you, you should be spending your time with me, not with a crying ball of flesh."

Sunghoon felt a flare of anger at her words. "That 'ball of flesh' is my son," he said, his voice edged with irritation.

"I have responsibilities now, priorities. And yes, he comes first. I'm not going to neglect him just to satisfy your need for attention."

"You're so annoyingly devoted," she retorted.

"It's like that baby is the only thing that matters to you. What about me? I've given birth to this child! So What about us? When are we going to have any time for just the two of us?"

"You never have time for me, You're always either working or taking care of that thing."

Sunghoon chuckled sarcastically.

"You chose this path,"

"I choose? I did not choose to spend any time without boyfriend..'

"You choose to abandon both of uss,!" He burst out,

"at the first place remember? You don't have the right to come back now and expect me to just drop everything for you." He said firmly,

She rolled her eyes.

"I was too young to be a mother, you know that. I was young and scared, I didn't sign up for this"

she protested, her tone bordering on a whine.

"I wasn't ready to be a mother. Can't you understand that?"

"And you think I was ready?" Sunghoon snapped. "I'm just 17, I had to finish high school, apply for college, and then had to graduate to chase my dreams "

"why didn't i have the luxury of being scared? Huh?."

She was momentarily speechless, seemingly caught off guard by his outburst.

For a moment, guilt flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by irritation.

"Well, it's not my fault you got me pregnant," she retorted.

"You know, it takes two to tango," he shot back.

"You were just as much responsible as I was. Stop acting like you're the victim here."

"Well, it's not like you did anything to prevent it." she sneered, her tone turning venomous.

"You could have used protection, you know."

Sunghoon's hands tensed around the baby in his arms, anger boiling within him.

"And what about you? You were right there beside me, equally involved. Don't try to shift the blame onto me."

"You're a guy! You're supposed to be the responsible one." she retorted,

her voice rising in pitch. "You should have made sure we were protected."

"Oh, so it's all my fault then?" he asked sarcastically.

"I'm just a dumb teenage boy incapable of making mistakes, right? Meanwhile, you're the innocent little girl who has no control over her actions?"

"You're the one who got me pregnant," she practically growled,

her cheeks reddening in anger.

"I had my whole life ahead of me, I had dreams, plans. You ruined it all.

"You're the one who knocked me up," she muttered. "It's your fault this baby even exists."

he clenched his jaw, struggling to keep his temper in check.

"Excuse me?" Sunghoon's voice was dangerously quiet.

"I ruined it all, huh?" he repeated, his voice low dangerously low.

"It's not like I forced you to sleep with me."

"I didn't force myself onto you, We both chose to do it. You don't get to act like I'm the villain here."

"It's both our responsibility, not just mine. Stop trying to make it seem like I'm the only one at fault here. We were both in that bed,!"

"But you didn't exactly make an effort to prevent it," she retorted.

"You just went along with it without a care in the world."

"And neither did you," he shot back.

"We were both reckless, both stupid, both to blame. So don't try to paint me as the villain here when you were just as guilty."

She looked away, a pout on her lips.

"I didn't know this would happen," she muttered lamely.

"I didn't sign up to become a mother at 16. I want to live my life, not be tied down by a baby."

Sunghoon's heart clenched at her words.

"And you think I did? You think I wanted this?" he asked, his voice rising slightly. "I'm the one waking up in the middle of the night to change diapers, I'm the one staying up all night trying to soothe a crying baby."

"I-I'm the one.. sacrificing my dreams and plans for this child's sake."

"That's exactly my point," she snapped.

"You've become completely obsessed with that kid. You think you're some kind of hero because you're taking care of him? Well, news flash, you're not."

Sunghoon clenched his jaw, biting back the angry retort that was on the tip of his tongue.

He couldn't deny that she was right. Since the moment Siwoon had come into his life, he had dedicated himself fully to taking care of the baby, prioritizing his needs above everything else.

But the way she said it, with such disdain, made it sound like a weakness rather than a demonstration of love.

"You call it obsession, I call it responsibility,"

"Responsibility?" she sneered.

"You're only 17 years old, and you're acting like you're the most responsible adult in the world."

" You think you can handle being a parent? You think you're some kind of saint because you're juggling college and a baby at the same time? "

You're just a boy, and boys don't make good parents."

The words stung, but Sung-hoon refused to let her see that they affected him.

"I know I'm young," he said, his voice steady.

"I know I still have a lot to learn. But what I also know is that I love this child more than anything, and I'm committed to raising him right."

" I may not be perfect, but I sure as hell will try to be a good father for him."

"But it's not enough, is it?"

she retorted. "It's not enough that you're trying. You're always tired, you're always stressed, you're always worried."

" You're not happy, and you're not living the life a 17-year-old should be living just admit it for God sake." She rolled her eye's.

Sunghoon couldn't deny the truth in her words.

The constant lack of sleep, the ever-present stress about having enough money to pay the bills,

the missed opportunities for college parties and carefree nights out with friends – it all weighed heavily on his shoulders.

But at the same time, he looked down at the baby in his arms, with his big eyes and soft, toothless mouth, and he knew that none of that mattered.

This little being was his everything, his reason for getting up in the morning and pushing through the tough days.

"You're right," he admitted, his voice quiet cracked, as he held back his emotions

"It's not the life I imagined. But this..." he gestured to the baby in his arms,

"this doesn't fit into your perfect little vision of what a 17-year-old's life should look like. But this is reality."

"This is my reality, and it's a reality I wouldn't trade for anything in the world."

She huffed, clearly annoyed.

As she rolled her eyes at his words, clearly unconvinced.

"You're just a kid fooling himself into believing that sacrificing your youth for a baby is somehow noble and heroic,"

she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Wake up, Sunghoon. You're not some kind of martyr. You're just a gullible boy who got played by your own hormones and emotions."

"You're too blinded by the whole "responsibility" thing to see how messed up this is." She gestured around the apartment.

"You think living in this cramped place, struggling to make ends meet, is what's best for your kid? You're delusional."

"You don't understand-" he cut off by her.

"You say that now, but what about when you're thirty? Forty? Fifty?"

" You're going to wake up one day and realize that you wasted your youth on a child that wasn't even planned."

"I won't be wasting anything," he said firmly.

"Every minute I spend with Si-woon, every diaper I change, every time I hold him in my arms, it's not a waste."

" it's all worth it. He may not have been planned, but he's the best thing to ever happen to me"

Sunghoon's expression hardened.

"He's my son, my flesh of blood and he's worth more than any party or clubbing night ever could be"

"And I would never trade my child for a night out at a party or a random hookup with some girl whose name I won't remember the next morning." he said firmly.

His girlfriend's lips curled in disgust.

"You're really turning into a boring old man," she muttered, rolling her eyes.

"What happened to the Sunghoon I used to know? The one who was up for anything, the one who wasn't afraid to take risks and have fun?"

"Come on, You can't seriously tell me you don't miss your old life," she said incredulously.

"The freedom, the lack of responsibility, the ability to do whatever you want without having to worry about a baby needing you every second of the day"

Sunghoon took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure.

"You know what? I don't have time for this. Just.. just leave! If you can't accept the fact that I'm more responsible now than my age "

"and how i'm taking care of my action, taking care of the responsibility a life that i created.. then there's no point in you being here" he said firmly.

She stared at him for a moment, clearly taken aback by the sudden command. For a moment, she looked like she might argue back, but instead,

she grumbled something under her breath and stormed out of the room. Sung-hoon let out a sigh of relief once she was gone, a small part of the tension in his shoulders easing.

Despite the relief of her absence, Sunghoon couldn't shake off the bitter feeling that lingered in his chest. He looked down at Siwoon in his arms.

who had been watching the entire exchange with wide, curious eyes.

"Just you and me now, little one," he mumbled, a smile tugging at his lips despite the turmoil of the argument.

He gently kissed the top of the baby's head, inhaling the sweet, baby scent that was so soothing and familiar to him now.

As he continued to cradle his son in his arms, he couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him.

Despite the challenges he faced, he wouldn't trade this life for anything. Being a father at a young age had forced him to grow up quickly, but it had also given him a purpose and a love deeper than he ever thought possible.

he was glad she was gone. Sure, it was difficult being a single parent, and there were days when he felt like he was drowning under the weight of his responsibilities.

But even on those days, when he looked down at Si-woon and saw the pure, unconditional love in those big, baby eyes, he knew that it was all worth it.

& He wasn't going to let anyone undermine the love and loyalty he had for that tiny being in his arms.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆fast forward 4years☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

years slipped by in the blink of an eye, and before Sunghoon knew it, his little Siwoon was no longer a tiny infant. The baby had grown into a lively,

It was another day, and Sunghoon was just about to leave for work with Siwoon

The four-year-old was holding his father's hand, still half-asleep and rubbing his eyes groggily.

"Come on, sleepyhead," Sunghoon said with a hint of affection in his voice, giving his son's hand a gentle squeeze. "We gotta go. I have to be at work in an hour."

Siwoon pouted, but he knew that protesting was pointless. Instead, he let out a dramatic sigh and trudged along next to his father, his small body still weighed down by sleep.

They walked to the bus stop in relative silence, the early morning air crisp and cool. When the bus arrived, they got on, and Siwoon sato his father lap.

He rested his head back against Sunghoon's chest, and within minutes, he was asleep again, his little chest rising and falling steadily.

Sunghoon glanced down at his son, a soft, fond smile on his face.

Despite the early hour and the chaos that surely awaited him at work, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment.

He was grateful for small moments like this, where he could just watch his son sleeping peacefully and know that, at least for the moment, all was well

As the bus rolled to a stop near the convenience store, Sunghoon gently shook Si-woon awake.

The little boy stirred, his eyes opening slowly as he tried to shake off the last cobwebs of sleep

Once they got off the bus, they walked the familiar route to the convenience store where Sung-hoon worked.

The sun was slowly rising by now, casting a warm glow over the city.

They arrived at the store, and Sunghoon unlocked the front door, gesturing for Si-woon to go inside.

The store was still closed to customers at this hour, but Sung-hoon had keys to open up early.

The convenience store was a small, familiar place, filled with shelves of goods and the lingering scent of coffee and snack foods.

Sunghoon's shift was about to start, and he was busy preparing the till when he felt a tug on his pant leg. He looked down to find Siwoon standing next to him, still rubbing sleep from his eyes

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"Papa, I'm bored," Siwoon complained, his small voice groggy from sleep.

"Can I play with something? Pleeeease?"

"I know you're bored, buddy, but Papa needs to work now, ok? Can you be a good boy and stay quiet for a bit?

Siwoon pouted, but he nodded, understanding that his dad had work to do.

He looked around the store, spotted a corner with packets of snacks, and a grin spread across his face.

Without wasting a moment, he darted over to the pile, grabbing a handful of gummy bears.

"Hey, woah, woah, woah," Sunghoon called out, quickly catching up to his son.

"What do you think you're doing, huh? You can't just take those without asking."

"But they look so tasty, Papa," Siwoon protested, holding up a packet of gummy bears and giving his father his best puppy dog eyes.

Sunghoon tried to keep a stern expression, but it was hard when his son looked up at him with those innocent, pleading eyes.

"No, buddy," he said firmly, gently taking the gummy bears from Si-woon's hand and placing them back on the shelf.

"We can't just take them. If you want something to eat, you have to ask Papa first, okay?"

Siwoon seemed disappointed, but he knew better than to push his dad any further. "Okay, Papa," he mumbled, his shoulders slumping slightly.

understanding that his father was serious. He looked around the store again, this time searching for something else to keep him occupied

his eyes landing on a display of plush toys nearby.

"Papa can i-" before he could say anything he cut him off , sunghoon knows what is it next.

Sung-hoon knelt down to his level and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey," he said softly, "why don't you sit over here and color for a while, okay? Papa needs to work,"

Siwoon considered his father's words, then nodded again.

He knew that when his father said he needed to work, it meant he wasn't supposed to bother him for a while.

He allowed Sunghoon to lead him to a

Sunghoon reached his hand behind siwoon's small bagpack & unzipped,

pulling out a coloring book and a set of crayons. He handed them over to his son along with a coloring sheet, who eagerly took them and began to scribble on the page

"There you go, buddy," Sunghoon said, ruffling Siwoon's hair again.

"You be a good boy sitting here and color in your book, and Papa will be right here if you need anything, okay?

he nodded.

The flow of customers was constant, and Sunghoon found himself immersed in his work, ringing up items, bagging groceries,

and chatting with the regulars who came in. Every so often, he'd glance over at Siwoon,

who was intently coloring his page, his small tongue peeking out from the corner of his mouth in concentration.

--

The front door of the convenience store jangled as a group of giggling high school girls walked in.

They quickly made their way to the counter where Sunghoon was standing, their eyes fixed on him appreciatively

One of the girls, a pretty brunette with a shy smile, stepped forward and placed her items on the counter.

"Um, excuse me," she said, her cheeks flushed with a light pink blush. "Can you please help me?"

Sunghoon smiled politely, his response smooth and familiar after having gone through this several times before.

"Of course, what can I help you with?"

The girls exchanged glances, clearly enjoying the attention they were getting from him.

One of The girlspoke up again, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

"We need some snacks for our sleepover," she said. "Could you suggest something?"

Sunghoon nodded, used to providing suggestions to customers.

He pointed out a few bags of chips, some candy bars, and a few drinks.

"You might also want to pick up some popcorn for movie night," he suggested with a knowing smile.

The girls nodded, their eyes never leaving his face.

They added the items he suggested to their pile, still giggling amongst themselves.

Then one of them, a bolder girl with dark hair, spoke up. "You're very handsome oppa~," she said bluntly, her voice laced with a hint of flirtation

This time, Sunghoon's smile held a touch of amusement.

He was used to compliments, but the forwardness of this girl still caught him off guard a bit.

"That's very kind of you to say," he said politely. "Anything else I can get for you ladies today?"

The girls exchange another round of glances, clearly enjoying the attention. The bold girl spoke up again.

"Are you single?" she asked bluntly, with her friends giggling in the background

Sunghoon chuckled, shaking his head.

"I am," he admitted truthfully. "But I'm not really looking for a relationship right now," he added, hoping that would quash any further advances.

The bold girl pouted, clearly not satisfied with his response.

"Why not oppa? You're so attractive... any girl would be lucky to be with you,"

she protested, her friends nodding in agreement behind her.

Sunghooncontinuing to scan their items as he spoke.

"I have more important things on my mind right now," he said,

his eyes flickering to Siwwoon in the corner, who was still deeply engrossed in his coloring.

The girls followed his gaze and noticed the little boy for the first time.

They had been so focused on Sunghoon that they hadn't even noticed him there.

"Who's that?" the first girl asked curiously.

Sunghoon smiled softly as he bagged their items.

"That's my son," he said, his voice filled with a mix of pride and warmth.

The girls' eyes widened as they looked at Si-woon, then back at Sunghoon in shock.

"You're a father?" the bold girl asked, her earlier flirty tone replaced with surprise

Sunghoon nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Yes," he said simply, glancing over at his son again, who was now drawing a colorful butterfly on his page.

The girls were silent for a moment, clearly processing this new information. The brunette girl was the first to speak up, her voice softer now.

"I didn't know you had a son," she said, her eyes shifting between Sunghoon and the little boy.

"Yeah, most people don't," Sunghoon responded, his tone casual.

e handed the girls their bags, still smiling politely. "That'll be $12.98," he said, gesturing to the total on the cash register screen.

The girls snapped out of their trance and fished out their wallets, still peering curiously at Siiwoon.

The bold girl handed him the money, her gaze lingering on his face. "He's very cute," she said softly

"Thank you," Sunghoon replied, his eyes flicking to Siwoon again.

"I think so too." He handed back their change, the girls still hesitating by the counter, clearly reluctant to leave

Sunghoon watched them go, a small sigh escaping his lips.

It wasn't the first time something like this had happened, and he knew it wouldn't be the last.

But he was used to it now, and his thoughts quickly shifted back to his work and the little boy in the corner coloring quietly

He glanced over at Siwoon, who had moved on from coloring butterflies to creating a detailed landscape with different colors of crayons.

The scene brought a soft smile to his face. This was the only attention he craved - a quiet moment with his son, who loved him with a pure and innocent heart..

_______TO BE CONTINUED

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YOUR HIGHSCHOOL GRADUATION HAD BEEN A BITTERSWEET MILESTONE.

for years, you had spent countless hours studying hard, made special friends, and navigated through the ups and downs of the life of a teenage girl.

but the sweetest part of it all had been falling in love with yang jungwon.

despite growing up in opposite conditions and his status as the rich golden boy of the school, he had always treated everyone with kindness and respect.

he was charming, intelligent, kind and genuine, making it easy for you to fall head over heels in love for him. — more under cut !

the two of you had been classmates for years, and your relationship had blossomed naturally.

jungwon had been there for you through thick and thin, supporting you in ways that made you forget the fact that he had his whole entire life set up for him.

but now, with graduation behind you, the reality of your future loomed ahead, bringing challenges to your relationship.

you knew that meeting jungwon's parents was inevitable, especially now that his family expected him to take everything seriously.

they wanted to ensure he was on the right path, and that of course included approving of the person he was dating.

nervous but happy for this new step in your relationship, you agreed to meet them, hoping that your love for jungwon would be enough for them to ignore your upbringing.

the day had finally come, and you dressed in your best dress, eager to make a good impression.

jungwon picked you up in his expensive sportscar, another reminder of your different classes.

jungwon gave you a reassuring smile as you got in.

"don't worry, baby. they'll love you," he said, his voice full of confidence.

you nodded, trying your best to believe him, ignoring the sinking feeling in your stomach.

when you arrived at his family's mansion, your anxiety only grew further. the whole property of their home was overwhelming, a shining contrast to your modest upbringing.

jungwon's parents, mr. and mrs. yang, greeted you with polite smiles, but you could sense the judgment in their eyes, anyone could.

dinner was served in a lavish, polished dining room.

it was awkward and silent, the clatter of the utensils filling the air.

after awkward ice breakers and small talk, it seems that they couldn’t hold their “curiosity” back any longer.

as the meal progressed, the conversation took a turn for the worse.

mr. yang started making condescending, disrespectful remarks about your family's financial situation, each comment more hurtful than the last.

"so, y/n, what do your parents do for a living?" he asked with a thinly masked sneer.

you swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure.

"my dad works as an office worker, and my mom is a nurse," you replied, feeling the weight of their scrutiny.

mrs. yang chimed in, her tone dripping with disdain.

"how quaint. it must be difficult for you and your family, living on such modest means."

you glanced at jungwon, searching his eyes for some support, but he sat there in silence, his eyes downcast.

your heart sank, feeling a mix of hurt and betrayal, did he not hear everything they had been saying to you?

the final blow came when mr. yang laughed and said, "well, it's a good thing our jungwon won't have to worry about money with you around. we wouldn't want him to downgrade his lifestyle, would we? especially for some high school relationship.."

you couldn’t hold it back anymore, tears welled up in your eyes, but you refused to let them see you cry. you stood up, your voice shaking with every word.

"thank you for dinner, but i think i should leave."

jungwon finally looked up, evident panic in his eyes.

"no- y/n, please don't go," he pleaded, but you shook your head.

"i'm sorry, jungwon. i just- can't do this," you said, your voice breaking as you looked at him, you didn’t recognize him anymore.

without another word, you left the mansion with the sense of hurt, heartbreak and humiliation trailing behind you.

the next few days were a blur of pain and confusion.

jungwon tried calling and texting you repeatedly, but you ignored every single message and call.

you couldn't bear to face him after what had happened. you stayed in your room, crying and replaying the dinner over and over in your mind.

you had never been so humiliated in your life, jungwon had completely left you to fend for yourself, not even uttering a word as they stripped your worth after every single minute.

it was currently midnight, you listened to music as your thoughts flowed around your brain, making it impossible to get a blink of sleep.

as you laid in bed, you heard a noise at your window. startled, you sat up and saw jungwon climbing through.

"jungwon? how did you- what are you doing here?" you asked, your voice sounding cold and distant, unfamiliar to jungwon.

he looked at you with desperation in his eyes.

"i’m sorry- i needed to see you, y/n. please, let me explain."

you crossed your arms, trying to maintain your composure.

"explain what jungwon? it’s fine, we’re from two different worlds. maybe we’re just not meant to be."

jungwon felt his heart break at every single word you muttered, is this how you felt when his parents picked at every single aspect of you? he thought.

jungwon took a deep breath, his eyes filled with tears.

"i know i should have defended you. i'm so sorry for not saying anything. i was scared, and i didn't know what to do, it’s no excuse but my whole life i’ve never stuck up to my parents- for you, i went home and confronted my parents.”

“i told them how much you mean to me, and how wrong they were to treat you that way, how i want to spend the rest of my life with you, and how no amount of money or anything we have could compare to you."

you felt a pang of pain mixed with a soft fluttering in your heart.

"and what did they say?"

jungwon's voice trembled as he continued.

"my dad... he didn't take it well, but i don't care.”

“i told him that our status means nothing to me if it means losing you. i hate my family for what they said to you. i hate that i was too scared to stand up for you in the moment. but i'm done being afraid, because i love you."

your heart broke at the sight of him, tears streaming down his face. you stepped closer, noticing a cut on his lip.

"wonnie, you're hurt," you whispered, reaching out to cup his face gently.

"what happened? did they do this?"

he leaned into your touch, his eyes closing.

"i got that cut from my dad after defending you. but it doesn't matter. you're what matters to me."

before you could say anything else, jungwon leaned in and kissed you softly, his lips trembling against yours.

the kiss was filled with emotion and vulnerability, a mixture of an apology, love, and desperation.

you kissed him back, the depth of his feelings reaching you.

when you finally pulled away, you looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and the pain in there.

"jungwon, i... i was so hurt when you didn't say anything. but seeing you here, knowing what you went through for me... it’ll take a while for me to completely forget about it but i can't stay mad at you."

he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close.

"i love you, y/n. i'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, i’ll always stand up for you from now on. i promise."

you held him tightly, feeling the warmth of his embrace.

"i love you too, jungwon. we'll get through this together, don’t carry this alone anymore."

he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his eyes filled with adoration. "i promise i won’t, no matter what. you're my everything."

you looked up at him, your heart swelling with love. "and you're mine."

as the stars twinkled in the night sky, the moonlight reflecting onto the two of you, you knew that everything would be just fine.

there would be challenges ahead of you two, but with jungwon’s promises and his presence by your side, you felt ready to face them all.

and as you shared a sweet, lingering kiss under the moonlight, you knew that no matter what obstacles came your way, your love would always win.

© won4kiss 2024

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𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚. fem!reader x yandere!riki // 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦. none really, this is not a smut! others may be unlisted // 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧. 421 (?) // 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦. yandere riki!, reblogs & likes are appreciated.. my amazing riki<3 this is one i recently wrote!!

🗯️ 𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦. in which, nishimura riki is one of the most famous japanese painters but the girl in his paintings isn't just anyone..

one-shot under the cut !!

ㅤ𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈, one of the world's famous Japanese artist who was known for his unique yet beautiful paintings. Many of his beautiful paintings are displayed in prestigious galleries. His creations capture the essence of a beautiful, young woman, immortalized on canvas. However, what all these people didn't know was that this woman was real.

ㅤYou, his muse, find yourself in his art. A testament to the deep affection and perhaps a touch of obsession Riki holds for you. "You can lie on the couch, but be sure to show me your soft back.." Riki instructs as he gently adjusts the shirt you wore so your back shows enough to his liking.

ㅤ"Let me sketch you, my love." Riki's voice was so gentle that you almost forget you're handcuffed.. forced to stay with him, isolated in his house. It's not like he treated you badly, it was quite the opposite. He spoiled you, with affection and gifts, there were nights where he held you close. Whispering into your ear of how you 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 to him and 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 him.

  ㅤYou were his most valuable gem, his lucky charm. He was so obsessed with you, it was hard not to be. As you listen to him obediently, he presses a kiss to your lips before sitting behind the empty canvas, holding his palette which had different mixes of nude and mute colors. "Love, look at me."

ㅤRiki's voice was gentle, like always, except for the rare times when you tried running away. But now you knew better than to run away, and simply listened to him. You slowly look at him, and he smiles at you. "Good girl." He coos before beginning to paint the empty canvas with light strokes, the image in his head of how he'd dress you painted.

ㅤIn almost all his paintings with you, you only ever wore dresses. He loved seeing you wearing dresses, big dresses, small dresses, fancy dresses.. you could wear a garbage bag an he'd still love to look at you. Maybe it's her eyes.. Riki thought, but no.. it was really just his obsession.

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