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the school’s smartest idea yet was to force their students outside during january. january is not the month where you would want to be outside, let alone have to be in that chilly air and watch boys kick around a soccer ball.

hanbin by your side made the assembly (if you could call it that) more bearable than before. you and him walked arm to arm in your puffy jackets.

you bite your lips as the wind brushes against you skin.

"it's so cold!” you shout.

a hand finds yours suddenly. the warmth of it easing you for a moment. hanbin didn’t even flinch to take your hand, comfortably walking beside you with your hand in his.

he could sense you looking at him and he turned his head to you. meeting your eyes. his smile grew naturally as he opened his mouth.

“is everything alright?” he looks at you, innocently making your heart flutter.

you and hanbin have been friends for some time so you won’t let this be a big deal but you want to make sure he thinks it’s not a big deal.

“yes, i just wanted to say thank you.”

“for what?”

did he really forget he was holding your hand? or where you stupidly thanking him for holding your hand. either way, you wanted to change the subject.

you turned away from him and walked down the stairs to look for seats for you two.

“do you see anywhere for us to sit?” you look out to the seat, almost all full with students. hanbin takes you with him without saying anything. both of you make your way through the row and hanbin must have a talent for seating finding as he stoped before two conveniently open seats.

“here.” he sat down before you and let go of your hand. you were a bit disappointed but when you sat down, he opened his palm in front of you. he really didn’t mind at all and you could pass up the offer.

“how did you find these?” you ask, hoping to talk a little more before the game begins.

“can i call it luck?” he says.

“sure.” you grin. “we can call it that.”

the game began but the crowd was pretty quiet and you could hear a lot of chatter of teeth - including your own. hanbin had came prepared with a scarf and you only had a hoodie under your jacket. 5 minutes into the game, you let go of hanbin’s hand to shove it in your coat pockets. you thought this would be warm up your hand faster but it did not. you internally screamed at yourself for letting for of his warm hand.

hanbin’s eyes detached from the game and looked at you. your cheeks were turning pink from the cold wind slapping your skin.

“y/n.” his breath can be shown from the cold air.

you look over at him and see him taking off his scarf. you watch him closely to see what he’s doing.

looking at your pink cheeks and pink nose, a smile adorns his red lips.

"do you want to use my scarf?" hanbin requests, holding the scarf up so he can put it on you.

you wave your hands, flustered at the thought he’d give up a simple scarf for you.

"but it's your scarf." “won’t you be cold?”

he looks at you with through the scarf and drops it along with his hands to his lap. he looked over your cheeks, they grew pinker.

you know they are apparent because hanbin puts it on you without your permission.

“no, you’re freezing i can tell.” “i’ll be fine.” he says as he places it around your neck. hanbin fits the scarf up to your cheeks, his index finger gracing your skin. you wonder how much before your heart can take before you lose your mind.

“those pink cheeks don’t fool me.” he pulls his hands back and you try your best to cover your face with the scarf. but you discovered it smells like him, like his cologne.

"thank you." you say muffled, attempting to bury your self in the scarf.

before you could even try to look away, hanbin took your hand again, and rubbed it with his thumb.

was he glowing or was he an angel because you thought it was disrespectful of how beautiful he right then.

“do you want to get hot chocolate after this is done?”

you simply nodded and squeezed his hand softly.

“i’d love to.”

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sunghoon had been hanging with his members at the shore, screaming and splashing like kids. all this running from each other made sunghoon out of breath. sunghoon dragged his feet across the warm sand up to where you where. settling into the beach chair he set up earlier beside you, he caught his breath with sweat dripping down his cheek.

the seagals cried over head and the rest of the boys laughter mixed with the sound of the waves made it feel like summer had officially begun today. unfortunately, the heat is brutal this early afternoon so you chose to hide underneath your umbrella and it would be nice for sunghoon to have some shade to.

you called sunghoon’s name as you sat up, raising your sunglasses to rest on your head. you thought you should put them to rest after on the ride here niki insisted you looked like a mother but sunghoon was quickly to put down his claim and say you looked pulled them off well.

sunghoon opened his eyes and rose as well, his body facing your direction.

“sit over here, and drink this.” you invite him to come over and sit beside you under the umbrella as you open a water bottle you had in your bag. - maybe you are channeling your mom side.

sunghoon complies, watching your hands as you unscrew the top and when handing him the bottle. he kisses your cheek as a thank you as his throat was too dry to speak at that moment. instinctively, yours and sunghoon’s hands met and interlocked. no words of permission needs to shared to simply want to hold hands.

he sighed deeply after drinking the water and wiped his sweat over his forehead. you dapped his forehead with a towel as he asked if you’d want to join the fun. you stopped patting him with the towel and looked into his eyes.

you could tell he wanted to have fun with you. part of you wanted to but at the same time you wanted to rest in the chair for a minute longer.

“yeah, i can but you go first,” “i wanna put up my hair.”

sunghoon lips curl as he chuckles, nodding.

“do you want me to help you?” but takes that as a no when you shake your head.

“alright.” he stands up and looks over at the boys. jungwon has sunoo in his grasp as a shield from jay, nearby heeseung and jake are drawing in the sand - only for niki to walk over both of their crooked hearts. he figured he could charge someone into the water for fun.

sunghoon laughs, choosing to take jay into the water but is stopped before he could take a step. you look up at him with a small smile.

“not so fast.” he sits down, wondering what’s making you want to stop him.

you look at him and really look at him. the sunlight is glowing the sand and hitting him at a perfect color, you would love to take a photo right now. he is breathtaking and he knows your admiring him when you’re hand moves to his cup his face.

“do you know how lucky i am to have you as my boyfriend?” you say, squishing his cheeks with your thumbs. he’s cuter by the second.

this boy felt his heart race, you’re one to talk. he is so lucky to have you as his girlfriend as he never thought he could have dated you in the first place. sunghoon’s always been an introvert and a enjoyer of peace and quiet but when you happily yapped your heart about your favorite book in the library (where you spoke a bit louder than you were supposed to), you left him wanting someone who loved to talk and not be afraid to express themselves. he knew he’d have to tell you how he felt and it worked out perfectly, you fell for him the minute he expressed his love for fall during a passing period.

“that may be true but in no way are you more lucky than me. i’m the luckiest person on earth to have you as my girlfriend.”

you can’t help but meet those rude lips of his that say those sweet things to you. he meets you with the same longing feeling. this moment was right.. for a moment.

water and sand being thrown was not what you’d expect to interrupt your kiss. the two of you look over and attempt to dodge the water, the boys are throwing sand and water in protest against the pda.

“pda not allowed on the beach.” is the last thing niki said before sunghoon shouts with his fangs shining in a grin.

“not at my girlfriend, you punks!” sunghoon stands up, guarding you and then charging them all. screams fill the summer air once again and you root for your boyfriend - yelling “you get them cutie!” and him adorably responding back “don’t worry baby!”

you’re not going home until you throw enough sand at niki. you secure your hair into a ponytail and run over, the cold water made you scream and sunghoon found your waist to raise you and take your further in. the laughter and smiles didn’t go away and it hurt your cheekbones and your stomach.

𓉸ྀི ©vampirehoon

bathroom tiles ࿔*࿐⋆

w.c. ⟢ 1.4k

pairing ⟢ yeonjun x afab!reader

synopsis ⟢ a party in which you dragged your other half, yeonjun, and find yourself finding peace and quiet in a bathroom stall. yeonjun finds you after not seeing you since you went off. here you and yeonjun are, on the bathroom tiles - confessing how much you enjoy spending tonight with each other.

genre ⟢ best friends to lovers (fluff)

a/n ⟢ hi! this is a story i had prepared for if i got my tumblr account started and it has! (ty, i’m never gonna stop thanking) and i hope whoever read this, they will enjoy it. <3

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choi yeonjun hated parties.

but because of your popularity of getting invitations, he was always dragged to them. of course he never complained but after every single one, he would express his pure hatred for them walking home together.

you promised that this one would be different, and yeonjun hoped you were right.

he always liked walking to the parties; partially because the parties are always close by but also it gives him time to speak with you clearly before having to yell at each other through the blasting (horribly remixed) music.

“whose party did you say this was?”

“a girl in my biology class?”

he looks at you, unimpressed.

“y/n, do you even know her name?”

“no.”

yeonjun scoffs, and you can’t help but laugh at his disappointment.

“but this party promised good service” you attempt to defend your decision.

yeonjun doesn’t bother responding as you two get to the beginning of the stairs that lead to the party doors.

the music is already giving him a headache, he takes your hand.

“why don’t we have our own party?” he invites you two to get out of this party.

“yeonjun, I promised people I'd be here.”

“break a promise for once.” he begs.

“nice try.” you grip yeonjuns hand and haul him up the stairs to enter the party.

yeonjun and you enter the doors and are immediately taken back. the whole gym floor is covered by students in bright outfits. yeonjun’s black tux and your deep blue dress are giving bridesmaid and groom-man.

by the squeeze of yeonjun’s hand, you know he’s not into this.

“food will make you happier.” you say to yeonjun.

a mumble escapes his mouth as you bring him to the food table. sparkling cupcakes and a chocolate fountain catch your attention first.

yeonjun sees you testing out the chocolate fountain. you cover a marshmallow and bite it. it’s so good!

you can’t enjoy your marshmallow chocolate sensation when yeonjuns thumb rubs the side of your lip.

his furrowed eyebrows made you laugh.

“don’t have too much fun.” he cleans your chocolate on your lips and looks into your eyes.

“well, you’ll realize it’s worth it,” you grab a marshmallow, coat it, and bring it to yeonjun lips. “when you have it yourself.”

yeonjun knew you’d shove it in his mouth if he didn’t accept it, so he opens his mouth and took it.

you watch him closely.

his puffy cheeks were adorable as he enjoyed the marshmallow. you knew he was resisting to admit it was good when his lips shook away a small smile.

“it’s kind of worth it-“

“yeonjun!” you swat his arm, he breaks out in a laugh.

“okay, it’s worth it.”

“you’re being annoying tonight.”

he sighs. “it’s annoying you brought me.”

you two eat a few more marshmallows and then a song you two know well turns on.

“oh?” you look at the dance floor.

yeonjun wipes his hands and looks over also.

“do you want to?” you look at yeonjun.

he meets your eyes with a nod.

you two travel to the dance floor, the music getting louder.

he first dances small and when you begin doing a ridiculous sprinkler. his laughs become music to your ears.

both of you laugh and smile while dancing. he looks at you everytime the song increases in bass.

maybe even 2 minutes in the song you pause. yeonjun dances in front of you without noticing.

the headaches that feel like your brain is bruised, you have only ever heard about from yeonjun, is happening to you. i need to go somewhere quiet, you thought.

“yeonjun, i’ll be back.” you yell.

yeonjun raises his eyebrows.

“bathroom!” you yell.

he gives you a thumbs up.

through the crowd you exit, your headache grows more. you hit the door with your arm and then finally get out into the hall.

yeonjun found no reason to stay dancing so he returned to the snack table. drinking a sweet drink as he waits for you to return.

pounding, your head is pounding. the music was further away as you went down the bathroom stalls. you open the last door and rest on the wall to rub your forehead.

5 minutes, and yeonjun was just by himself. he wondered if you left. yeonjun first decides to check the bathroom.

as he approaches he’s weary to enter the girls bathroom but knew he needed to see if you were in there.

a creek in the door, he pops his head in first. surprisingly, this bathroom was dim. most likely from the bright energy consuming party, yeonjun thought.

he enters and looks down the bathroom stalls.

“y/n?” he first whispers.

he kneels down to see if he can see anything and when he sees the deep blue dress of yours, he heads to the stall.

yeonjun knocks.

“y/n?”

you stood up to open the stall door. yeonjun’s hand stayed in the air from knocking and dropped when you gesture for him to enter.

“why are you here?” “did you go to the bathroom?”

“no.” you sit back in your original spot and yeonjun finds a place in front of you.

resting on the back of the wall, yeonjun asks another question.

“why did you stay in here?”

“the music was killing me. i had to leave.”

“we could have ditched together,”

“but you were having fun..”

he scoffs which grabs your attention.

“fun? i was having fun with you.” “i stopped dancing after you left.”

you don’t say anything, just thinking.

“sorry.” you say.

“what for?”

“this whole party. i’ve never asked you if you want to go or if you like coming to them with me.”

yeonjun rests on the wall, his suit flowing over him. you look at his tie and he adjusts it.

“i don’t mind,” yeonjun confesses.

you furrow your eyebrows. yeonjun has only ever told you how much he hates them.

“we are talking about parties yeonjun?” you ask, in case he’s talking about something else.

“yeah i know.”

yeonjun’s eyes meet yours. he looks at you for a second before speaking again.

“of course i hate them, but spending time with you is so fun.”

“so i don’t mind them.”

you swear he looks like a dream. his suit fit him well and looked very attractive on him. you wonder if it’s because of the headache you are feeling this way.

yeonjun laughs under his breath which interrupts your thoughts. you look at yeonjun, and he sighs.

“you’re not falling for me right?”

you burn up instantly, pink cheeks you attempt to cover.

“what! no!”

“i’m teasing.”

his soft smile grows as his eyes move to the ground. could he read your thoughts? you want to say something but the music is heard through the walls again.

a faint popular love song.

you adore this certain song and it always makes you think of an ideal kiss with someone in your fantasies.

you sigh, fixing your dress “if only my headache went away, then we could return to the dance floor”

“why?”

“so we could, at least, remember tonight..”

“i mean we still can.”

you look up at him and meet his eyes.

the bathroom becomes suffocating, you feel your heart race as yeonjun looks into your eyes. reading your exact thoughts.

as cliché as a romance movie, time slows down in favor of the tension between you two. he’s leaning into you slowly with the chorus of the song leading up.

as he sits up and makes his way to you, his hands crawl on the tile and stop right next to your hands.

yeonjun’s right there. so close that you could count how many eyelashes he has.

“may i?” yeonjun asks, just in case you don’t want this.

but you want this.

“yes.”

the way his lips fit yours, and his hold on your lips made your body go weak. your hands go to his face, cupping him to deepen the kiss.

his hands are comfortably holding your waist. his fingers tickle you as he brings you closer to him.

and to make it better, the song just made the kiss last forever. the passion between you two grows with the flow in the song.

you would have never expected to kiss yeonjun, let alone make out with him.. in a bathroom. this party turned out better than yeonjun anticipated.

𓉸ྀི ©vampirehoon

w.c. ⟢ 1.1k

pairing ⟢ husband!sunghoon x fem!reader

synopsis ⟢ it’s been a battle between your new kitten and your husband, sunghoon being bothered by the bundle of joy and him not understanding “shoo” and understanding “play”. one evening it is apparent that sunghoon wasn’t adoring his son which you have to make him understand that he is a cat dad now.

a/n ⟢ hi! i’m new to this fanfiction world on tumblr but from the looks of liking of my last post i thought to try and post a longer fic i’ve been working on. thank you so(x2) much for the likes and i hope i can create some more content for the engenes to read. thx again! ✮⋆˙

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“love, could you grab this cat?” your husband calls from his office, his voice communicating irritation.

you head into his office from the kitchen to witness the cutest interaction. sunghoon is trying to shoo away your new family member but the kitten thinks he’s playing with him.

you make your way over to them, kneeling beside sunghoon’s arm chair.

“you know,” you hold the kitten in your hands. “he is your son.”

sunghoon scoffs. “he looks nothing like me.”

“oh really?” you turn your head, repositioning yourself to be turned towards him.

the kitten sits in your hands as you raise him to be right up to sunghoon’s cheek. their cute faces are identical. you fond over the resemblance.

“identical.” you smile ear to ear.

sunghoon watches at you, admiring secretly. he doesn’t let that adorable smile on your face ruin his stubbornness.

“son’s take after their mothers.” your heart flutters, only slightly, as sunghoon takes the kitten into his hold. His hands could almost crush him but his hold is gentle. same as you did to him, he presses the cat up against your cheek, amused already.

he nods to himself while he ping pongs his eyes between you two.

“same nose,” He taps both of your noses.

“same eyes,” He looks at both of your eyes.

“same whiskers.” he plays with the kittens, and pretends you have them as well.

“whiskers?!” you scoff, which sunghoon broke into an adorable laugh when he realized he teased you successfully.

you steal the kitten back.

“you meanie.” you give his shoulder a soft push before striding away, offended.

“you enjoy it.” you hear the smirk in his voice as your back is turned.

“yeah right.” you return back to the kitchen, definitely sulking, and letting your kitten sit on the counter top with you. you pet the kitten and he purrs as you mumble that you don’t and will never have whiskers.

later in the evening, sunghoon had finished his work in his office and came out to find you preparing dinner. you looked huggable but he knew he couldn’t startle you so he asked what you were making before he approached.

“something simple.” you kept it simple in replying as well. sunghoon could tell he bothered you earlier and eased his way over behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on the shoulder.

“forgive me, my love.” he says this with a deep sigh. the last thing he’d want to cause is an argument between the two of you or a distance. he loves to get a rise of you and see your cute reactions but he knows he can be unaware of how it affects you.

and that is why you’re always back in his arms every night, kissing his moles and insisting that he’s the most perfect human being. you turn your head to meet his lips, kissing him sweetly. a kiss where you close your eyes to really feel each other’s lips. you speak over his lips, the breath tickling his lips. “i always do.” and another peck, just for good measure.

sunghoon knew you were watching what you were cooking but couldn’t help wanting to kiss you longer and somewhere more comfortable.

his hands took your legs to lift you on his hips. you held your legs around his back and had your hands grip the back of his neck. he walked you from the kitchen to the couch, ignoring the dinner plans, and made you lay down below him.

you looked unreal. the moonlight shined through the windows of the living room and painted you a soft blue with the moon in your eyes. he wouldn’t have been able to let himself stop if it wasn’t for a cry from the bedroom.

groaning, sunghoon drops onto in the couch, letting you run to get him but you dragged him with you. sunghoon and you end up at the door, your kitten was crying for his parents. sunghoon focused his eyes on where the kitten was and it was crawling from his side of the bed with what looks like a small blanket covering him.

to say he was unimpressed that a cat got its own blanket before he fully ever got one at night was an understatement. H

he scoffed at the kitten’s baby treatment.

“he has his own bed, love.” and in your defense, you let sunghoon know it was just this one time.

you go claim your kitten and hand him over to sunghoon.

“take him to his water bowl or our dinner is going to be ruined.” you smiled softly at the two of them and patted sunghoon’s shoulder as you walked past him in the doorframe to get back to the vegetables.

now father and son are sitting at the water bowl. sunghoon watches as the kitten’s tail wiggles when he drinks. sunghoon laughs to himself, pulling out his phone to take a video. dinner is ready and you wipe your hands dry and go to call over sunghoon but catch the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

sunghoon’s tapping his nails on the ground like a spider for the kitten to attack. smiling brightly at the cat he, earlier, wasn’t the biggest fan of. this sure brings tears to your eyes. you speak up a big grin.

“father-son bonding time i see?” you tease, expecting sunghoon to get defensive but he picks up the kitten and makes his way over to you.

“i guess i never understood cats. they are quite cute.” he places the innocent fur ball on the counter and watches it walk, being extra cautious of the edge of the counter.

you have never been so proud to see this flip in him. you come around the counter and plant a kiss on his cheek.

“i knew you’d come around, you’re a natural.” sunghoon kisses you back and you two begin dinner.

the night ended with sunghoon putting the sleeping kitten to bed, placing the tiny blanket over him. he crawls into bed and into your arms. like tradition, you run your fingers through his hair and kiss his moles.

“i. love. you.” spacing the sentence with kissing a new mole. sunghoon hums with a soft smile. he opens his eyes slowly and gazes up at you. adoring his wife in front of him, he takes his fingers behind your ear to push back your hair and gently rubs your cheek.

“i love you so much.” “and your ability to keep me this in love with you.” sunghoon said as he leans into you. your noses brushing against each other as you stop right before connect his lips with yours.

“you’re the hottest cat dad i know.” you say, to possibly continue the kiss that could have happened on the couch.

“oh really?” the way he spoke those words sent chills down your spine and giggles up your throat. he meet your lips, kissing them satisfyingly.

𓉸ྀི ©vampirehoon

swimmerbf!jungwon

the water echoed throughout the room as jungwon took laps one after another. you had your feet in the water, sitting on the edge of the pool. you could tell jungwon was returning when his splashing grew more violent and his speed increased. as if he knew you were going to scream from the splashing water he created, he started laughing when he reached you.

“jungwon!” you shouted, unable to stop smiling.

jungwon wiped his face with his hand, barely restraining a laugh as he placed his arms on the wall of the pool to look up at you.

“what?”

you could tell he was being mischievous, his lips quivering to prevent himself from grinning. you crossed your arms and rolled your eyes.

“you know what.”

“and that is?” jungwon hummed back.

“your form was bad,” you teased, knowing you were kidding. but when you saw his smile drop, you regretted it.

“was I really—”

you cut him off before he could finish his sentence, knowing it was far from true. you felt bad and immediately cupped his cheeks.

“no, no, never in a million years.” gosh, you looked like his mother with the way you were squeezing his face. realizing this, you quickly took your hands away. jungwon broke into a soft laugh that made your heart flutter.

“i guess i deserve that,” jungwon grunted as he lifted himself out of the water and sat next to you.

“glad you realized that.”

jungwon laughed, and you laughed as well, his laugh infectious. after the laughter died down, you both sat quietly, feet in the water.

you looked over at jungwon when you felt his hand crawl over to yours and interlock fingers. he looked breathtaking, even with his messy wet hair in his eyes. you moved his hair out of his eyes, and his eyes sparkled. without needing to say anything, you and jungwon leaned closer, your lips centimeters apart when a loud whistle rang across the room.

you got scared and looked towards the sound. It was jungwon’s swimming coach.

“yang, get back in the water. less time kissing, more time swimming.”

jungwon groaned slightly. “come on, coach.”

the coach threw your boyfriend an unimpressed look. jungwon knew he had to get back in but couldn’t just yet.

“let’s have lunch together,” he whispered.

you nodded, ruffling his hair. you were about to stand up and walk out, but jungwon stopped you.

“y/n.”

“yeah?”

jungwon was aware his coach was watching, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to concentrate if he never got to touch those soft lips of yours. he stole a quick kiss, and the whistle blew again.

he pulled away with a laugh, leaving you with pink cheeks.

“sorry, coach. I couldn’t help myself.” he winked at you before swimming again.

you stood up, feeling giddy at jungwon’s mischief. you put on your shoes and headed toward the doors of the room, but before you left, you turned back to look at jungwon one last time.

he was already back in the water, swimming with renewed energy, but he glanced up and caught your gaze. he gave you a genuine smile and mouthed, “see you at lunch.”

you waved, feeling a warm flutter in your chest, and stepped out of the pool area. with a smile stained on your face, you head out the doors and enjoy the sun shining down.

lunch would be here in a few minutes but it felt like ages. the thought of jungwon rushing out of the swimming pool and meeting you for lunch with that pretty smile of his filled you with happiness.

hopefully after spending lunch together, the rest of the day would be as smile inducing as the moments shared with your boyfriend.

𓉸ྀི ©vampirehoon

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sunghoon ult. eng. (lower cased) — >ᵥ_ᵥ<

status: may return but may not, currently trying to find a passion for writing again.

who/what i write: sunghoon (mainly) and enhypen x reader, with the exception of txt, p1, and nct dream (hopefully).

𓆩𓆪 ♱ totally down for writing requests! ♱ 𓆩𓆪

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