Heeseung Singing Spring Day Omg My 2018 Army Self Is In Tears Im So In Love With Heeseungs Voice Ohmygoddddddd

heeseung singing spring day omg my 2018 army self is in tears im so in love with heeseungs voice ohmygoddddddd

⋆ ｡⋆୨୧˚— CLOSE TO YOU

𝜗𝜚 ༘⋆ park sunghoon x f!reader genre. fluff, synopsis. mornings with hoon<3 𝑤ord count 𐙚ㅤㅤ 846 𝑤arnings ‎⸝⸝ not edited, kisses, skinship, petnames ୭ৎ 𝑙una notes ⋆.˚ let’s pretend morning breathe doesn’t exist for the sake of the plot, also thank u so so much for 200 FOLLOWERSS 🫶🫶 — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱

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THE FIRST RAYS OF SUNLIGHT FILTERED THROUGH THE CURTAINS, casting a soft glow over the room. you blinked your eyes open, your body burning in heat, most likely from sunghoon’s body wrapped around yours.

you slowly came to consciousness in the warmth and comfort of sunghoon’s embrace.

his arms were wrapped securely around you, his body pressed completely against yours, and you could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest with each breath.

for a moment, you simply lay there, savoring the feeling of being so close to him, the wind coming in from the windows as the birds chirped outside, it was perfect.

his presence was comforting, and the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat was a soothing melody in the quiet morning.

you shifted slightly, trying to stretch your legs, but sunghoon tightened his hold on you, groaning as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

"hoonie," you whispered softly, your voice still heavy and raspy with sleep.

"i need to get up."

he mumbled something incoherent, his voice muffled against your skin. you could feel his lips curve into a lazy smile as he placed a soft kiss on your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

"stay," he murmured, his voice husky and filled with warmth.

"just a little longer baby, please."

you couldn’t help but smile at his reluctance to let you go.

"we have to get up eventually," you teased, though you made no real effort to move.

"not yet," he said, his voice more awake now.

he shifted slightly, pulling you even closer, pulling your body on top of his as he wrapped his arms around you, his lips finding yours in a slow, soft kiss.

the kiss was sweet and unhurried, a perfect reflection of the peaceful morning. it felt like time had stopped, leaving just the two of you in your own little world.

when he finally pulled back, his eyes met yours, and you could see the love and affection shining in them.

"good morning, beautiful" he said, his voice soft and filled with adoration.

"good morning, handsome" you replied, your heart swelling with happiness as you felt the feeling of giddiness come over you.

you reached up to run your fingers through his tousled hair, marveling at how perfect he looked even first thing in the morning.

sunghoon leaned into your touch, his eyes closing briefly as he savored the sensation.

"i love waking up next to you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"it’s the best part of my day."

your heart melted at his words, and you couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss him again. this kiss was deeper, more passionate, and you could feel the intensity of his feelings in every movement of his lips.

when you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other.

"i love waking up next to you too," you said, your voice full of emotion.

"but we really should get up soon, hoon.."

sunghoon sighed dramatically, making you laugh. "fine," he said, though he made no move to release you.

instead, he started placing a trail of soft kisses along your jawline, moving slowly towards your ear.

"but not just yet."

you giggled, trying to squirm away from his ticklish kisses, but he held you firmly in place. "okay, okay," you relented, your laughter filling the room.

"just a little longer, but that’s it!"

"that’s more like it," he said with a satisfied grin. he settled back down, his arms still wrapped around you, and you rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

for a while, the two of you lay there in comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other’s presence.

the outside world seemed distant and unimportant, and all that mattered was the warmth and love you felt in sunghoon’s embrace.

eventually, the soft sounds of morning filled the room again—the chirping of birds outside the window, the distant hum of traffic, and the gentle rustle of the sheets as you shifted slightly.

but you were in no hurry to leave the cocoon of safety and happiness you had created together.

sunghoon’s fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, and you could feel his breath against your hair.

"i could stay like this forever," he murmured, his voice filled with contentment.

"me too," you agreed, lifting your head to look at him.

"but we really do need to get up."

he pouted, making you laugh again. "alright, alright," he said with a playful sigh.

"but just know that i’m going to miss this all day."

you smiled, feeling a rush of love for the boy beside you.

"we’ll have more mornings like this," you promised, leaning in to give him one last kiss.

"every morning, if you want."

"every morning," he echoed, his eyes shining with happiness.

"i like the sound of that."

with one final, gentle kiss on his forehead, you reluctantly pulled away, both of you finally getting up to start the day.

as you went about your morning routine, the memory of sunghoon’s embrace and the warmth of his kisses stayed with you, a reminder of the pure affection and love you shared and the many more mornings you would wake up together.

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⋆ ｡⋆୨୧˚— SO HIGH SCHOOL !

𝜗𝜚 ༘⋆ ⋆˙pairing. popular quarterback bf! jake sim x fem! reader synopsis. in which you and jake are complete opposites, but you couldn’t be more in love with each other. he knows how to ball, and you know.. aristotle? genre. fluff ,, 1% angst. wc. 2026. 𝐥u𝐧a notes ⋆.˚ omg i actually love this ☹️. 🫧 — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂

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THE FINAL BELL RANG, signaling the end of another school day. but today wasn’t just any day—it was the championships game day. the entire school buzzed with excitement, and the air was thick with anticipation and tension.

students hurried through the halls, chattering about the big game and what it meant for the school’s reputation.

banners hung from the walls, declaring support for the football team, and especially for jake sim, the golden boy and star quarterback.

jake was everything a high school hero should be; charming, athletic, handsome, and kind. his perfect, heart fluttering smile and easygoing, honest demeanor won him friends and admirers from each and every corner of the school.

but what set him apart was his relationship with you.

you were jake’s girlfriend, and that fact alone made you a huge target. girls envied you, whispering behind your back, spreading rumors, and sometimes outright insulting you to your face.

it was hard, but jake made it all worth it. his love and support overshadowed all the negativity, and with him by your side, you felt like you could conquer anything just to be by his side forever.

as you walked to the bleachers that evening, you felt a mixture of pride, excitement and anxiety. jake had give you his jersey to wear, and of course you wore it to support jake.

but unfortunately that came with the cost of multiple dirty looks thrown your way, as expected.

you sighed as you told yourself it didn’t matter, you were there to support jake.

the stadium was packed with students, parents, and teachers, all eager to see if the team could win the championship.

you found a seat near the front, your eyes scanning the field for any sign of jake. the game hadn’t started yet, but the players were already warming up, their movements precise and practiced.

“look at her,” a girl behind you whispered, her voice dripping with disdain.

“she thinks she’s special because she’s dating jake!”

“i know, right?” another girl replied.

“she’s so plain. jake could do so much better.”

“right, she looks like such a pick me wearing that jersey, she probably stole it from jake!”

the girl said as her friends nodded in agreement sneering at you.

you tried to ignore them, focusing instead on the field where jake was running drills with his teammates. he looked up and caught your eye, giving you a reassuring smile that made your heart flutter. you waved back, feeling a little better. he always had that effect on you.

the game started with a roar of excitement from the crowd. jake took his position as quarterback, his confidence and skill evident in every single move he made.

the first quarter was intense, with both teams fighting hard for every yard. the tension was thick, and you found yourself gripping the edge of your seat, your eyes never leaving jake.

but the girls behind you didn’t let up.

“she’s probably only with him for the attention,” one of them said.

“i bet she doesn’t even really care about him, unlike me, I could treat him better.”

“yeah,” another girl added.

“she’s probably just using him to become popular.”

their words hurt you deeply, but you tried to focus on the game. jake needed your support, and you couldn’t let these girls get to you. still, their voices echoed in your mind, making you feel smaller and smaller, it was hard to concentrate.

the second quarter was even more intense than the first. jake made some incredible plays, his agility and precision leaving the crowd in awe.

you could see the determination in his eyes, the fire that drove him to be the best. it was one of the qualities you loved most about him.

at halftime, the score was tied, and the tension in the stadium was thick. you got up to stretch your legs, feeling the need to clear your head.

as you walked down the steps, you overheard more whispers.

“she’s so pathetic. look at her, trying to act like she belongs here, walking around like she owns the stadium.”

“i don’t know what jake sees in her. she’s so..average.”

you clenched your fists, trying to hold back the tears. it wasn’t fair. you loved jake, and he loved you. why couldn’t they just be happy for you? why couldn’t they treat you as well as they treated jake?

you found a quiet spot near the concession stand and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm yourself and get yourself back together.

“hey, you okay y/n?” a familiar voice asked.

you turned to see one of jake’s teammates, mark, standing there with a concerned look on his face. he was a good friend of jake’s and had always been the kindest to you.

“yeah, i’m fine,” you said, forcing a smile at the sweet boy.

“just needed a break.”

mark nodded, but he didn’t look convinced. “don’t let those girls get to you. they’re just jealous, you know.”

“i know,” you sighed.

“it’s just hard sometimes.”

he patted your shoulder. “jake’s lucky to have you. we all see how happy you make him.”

“thanks, mark,” you said, feeling yourself cheer up at his sweet words.

“that means a lot.”

you headed back to your seat, feeling more reassured and comforted. you were here for jake, and that was all that mattered.

the third quarter began, and the intensity of the game only increased. both teams were giving it their all, and the crowd was on the edge of their seats.

as the clock ticked down to the final moments of the game, the score was still tied. the tension was almost unbearable, and you found yourself holding your breath with every play. jake was in the zone, his focus unshakable. you knew he could do it. you believed in him.

with less than a minute left on the clock, jake made his move. he dodged the defenders with a grace and agility that left everyone in awe. you could see the hunger in his eyes, the fire that was driving him the entire game.

he threw the ball with perfect precision, and it sailed through the air, seemingly in slow motion. the crowd held its breath as the receiver caught the ball and ran into the end zone.

touchdown.

the stadium erupted in cheers, the noise deafening. you jumped to your feet, your heart pounding with excitement and relief. the team had done it. they had won the championship. you watched as jake was lifted onto his teammates’ shoulders, his face beaming with pure joy.

as the team celebrated, jake’s eyes found yours in the crowd. for a moment, everything else faded away. he broke free from his teammates and ran towards you, his face lighting up with glee.

you met him halfway, running down from the bleachers, your heart racing.

the girls’ voices were still in your head, but they were drowned out by the sound of the cheering crowd and your own pounding heart.

when jake reached you, he didn’t hesitate. he lifted you off your feet, spinning you around before setting you down and cupping your face before kissing you deeply.

the world seemed to stand still as his lips met yours, the intensity of the kiss as the noise of the crowd faded into the background.

when you pulled back, breathless and smiling, jake looked at you with a lovesick look that made your knees weak.

“i love you, y/n!” he shouted, his voice carrying across the field. “i love you so much!”

your face flushed with embarrassment as the crowd erupted in cheers and laughter, spotting mark hooting in the back, making you giggle.

the girls who had been talking badly about you moments ago were now screaming in delight.

“they’re so cute together!”

“i knew they were serious, i told you guys!”

“girl what… you said that she was average-“

“when? they’re like a fairytale couple!”

suddenly, the rain started to fall, a light drizzle that quickly turned into a downpour. people began to scatter, running for shelter, but you and jake stayed where you were, oblivious to everything but each other.

the rain soaked through your clothes, but you didn’t care. all that mattered was the feel of jake’s arms around you, the warmth of his body against yours.

he pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against yours.

“you’re amazing,” he whispered, his voice filled with love and admiration. “no one's ever had me like this, not like you.”

tears mixed with the rain on your cheeks as you nodded, overwhelmed by the intensity of your feelings.

“i love you too, jake,” you replied, your voice barely audible over the sound of the rain.

as you stood there, wrapping your arms around his neck kissing in the middle of the field, the rain pouring down around you, you felt invincible.

it didn’t matter what anyone else thought or said. you and jake were so deeply in love, and that was all that mattered.

eventually, the crowd started to return, umbrellas popping up everywhere. but you and jake stayed in your own little world, holding each other close.

the rain was cold, but being near jake felt like sitting in front of a lit fireplace on a snowy winter day.

the championship game would be remembered for years, not just for the victory, but for the love story that played out in the rain.

you and jake were the high school sweethearts everyone envied, the couple that defied the odds and found happiness in each other.

as you walked off the field hand in hand, you knew that this was only the beginning of your story together.

the days following the game were celebrated with school spirit.

everywhere you went, people congratulated you and jake. the story of your kiss in the rain had spread like wildfire, turning you both into the most talked-about couple in school- and even reaching other schools.

despite the newfound attention on you, jake never wavered in his devotion to you. he held your hand proudly in the hallways, kissed you in front of everyone, and made sure you knew how much he loved you.

the girls who had once whispered cruel things behind your back now looked at you with a mix of envy and admiration.

a week after the game, you and jake found yourselves sitting on the bleachers after school. the field was empty, the stands quiet— a noticeable contrast to the noise and excitement of game night.

jake had his arm around you, and you leaned into him, savoring the peaceful moment.

“do you ever think about the future?” jake asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

you looked up at him, his face serious but his eyes filled with warmth. “all the time,” you replied.

“what do you see?” you say with a gentle grin.

he smiled, a soft, almost wistful smile. “i see us, together. graduating, going to college, living our lives... getting married, i can’t imagine any of it without you.”

your heart swelled with the emotion of pure love.

“i see the same thing,” you whispered, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

jake leaned down, kissing you gently. “we’re it for each other, you know? no matter what anyone says to you, you’re it for me.”

you nodded before cupping jake’s face and kissing him softly, as the sunset had faded into a dark field illuminated with the stadium lights,

you knew with your whole heart that jake was it for you as well, even though you two were complete opposites.

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✦ ON OUR LOVE — a bywons event

🌸 cherry blossoms, soft pillows, mellow tunes and delicate sun rays, hypnotizing sunsets, chocolate kisses, cooking together and giggly kisses— how would you define your love?

FOREWORD. thank you to all for this 1000 follower milestone, i can't thank you all enough for this. and to celebrate this i host this lovely, fluffy, cute event revolving around soft & heartfelt romantic moments. i hope positive response from u lovelies ^^

RULES & REGULATIONS—

01. this collab is only for enhypen

02. you can write— an imagine, a drabble, headcannons, smau, ot7 works, a thought, oneshots, timestamp or one member. mildly suggestive content is allowed.

03. you cannot write— nsfw, heavily suggestive works, a series, gory stuff, THIS IS A STRICTLY SFW EVENT.

04. deadline is by 5th of august, 2024. so please try to upload your works within this date, ( if u want an extension, please DM me !! )

05. you are allowed to drop out of this event within 25th of july, 2024.

TO JOIN—

01. follow me, although not forced but very appreciated ^^

02. choose a song from this playlist

03. comment below this post, “ joining + the song you chose + the member you'll be writing for ”

04. reblog this post and tag 3 people

05. tag me in your work!

06. your work must contain the below pasted hastag within the first seven tags:

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EVENT MASTERLIST—

lℴading !

a breakup can't break me

➵ sometimes love just isn't enough.

pairing: heeseung x gn! reader

summary: follow heeseung as he learns to move on from someone he really used to love (and maybe still does).

note: I thought sunghoon was going to be my angst debut but I was washing the dishes and "it's alright :)" by kevin walkman came on and I was like hey I could write something about that! you can try listening to it and guess which lyrics are direct inspirations.

warning(s): angst, bittersweet (?) ending

word count: 1.4 k

“wha- hey!” heeseung exclaims as his phone is yanked out of his hands.

having a suspicion as to what the 01 was doing on his phone, jake turns the screen towards himself, and upon confirmation, he levels heeseung with an unimpressed stare.

“really? it’s been, like, 2 years.”

now, truth be told, the man in question only feels the teensiest amount of shame right now. so what if he was using his private instagram account to stalk his ex years after their breakup? it was perfectly sane, normal and healthy.

or so heeseung liked to tell his group members whenever they caught him lingering over your relationship and reminiscing. you two had been highschool sweethearts, and the perfect couple to outsider eyes.

so much so, that he was surprised (although more relieved) that no leaks of the previous relationship had sprung up since he debuted. although, you two had taken care to maintain a proper image even then, aware of a possible future as an idol considering he was a trainee.

truth be told, the breakup was amicable. more or less. there was no big bang or fight full of tears and angry words. just a young boy telling you he was off to chase his dreams and you, unfortunately, had no place amongst those dreams.

heeseung had broken up with you before i-land; for a little bit you had hoped that he would fail and flop out so he could get back together with you. but you knew, even then, there was no stopping the boy from chasing his dream.

and, once you pondered it a bit more, nor would you want to. in your opinion, not only did heeseung live and breathe for singing and dancing, he was born to be an idol.

and you, well you were just born to be y/n. the closest you would come to a star was the ghost of its heat as it shot past in the sky.

heeseung was a global idol, known to millions of fans, and you were just you. you doubted people would even believe you if you attempted to tell them. what would you say, like “hey, that man on your phone home screen? yeah, he used to be mine.”

no way. you actually had told your best friend that you and heeseung used to be an item, for lack of better words, and while they had believed you, they missed no opportunity to tease you about it.

“i heard heeseung has a couple writing credits on their new album,” your best friend would goad, “how much do you wanna bet that they’re about you?”

you roll your eyes, crossing your arms as well, “i highly doubt enhypen would let their title track be about someone heeseung dated several years ago.”

they had smirked, “wanna bet?”

“yeah, yeah, putting aside that we’d have no way of knowing, if we ever find out one of enhypen’s song is about me, you’ll never have to pay for coffee for the rest of your life.” 

they shouted in excitement, rambling something about keeping you to your word, and “no take-backsies” (whatever that meant).

in reality, you had better hope your best friend never encounters enhypen, because then you’d be down a whole lot of money.

truth be told, heeseung considered you his muse. it might be embarrassing, it might be downright pathetic, but he spent a whole lot of time thinking about you and your relationship. about what could have been.

the portion of writing he had contributed to enhypen’s discography was all birthed through thoughts of you, ranging from aching, longing songs, to songs about moving on and acceptance. sure, they were altered to fit enhypen’s style and lore, but, the fact remained that they were written about you.

unfortunately not for you, but about you.

even as the stylists dress him up in ripped clothing for one of their comebacks, he thinks back to when you mentioned about that type of rugged style being kinda sexy. if he had any doubts about his outfit before, they were all cleared when that memory came up.

he smiled with melancholy, what a time his highschool years were. even though heeseung was still young, he considered you to be his youth. you were on his mind a lot, a fact that made the rest of enhypen’s lives harder because they had to reel him in from contacting you.

it’s not that they thought you were a bad person, no, and it wasn’t even specifically for their careers. it’s just, a lot of time had passed. heeseung was a much different person than he was when you were together, and you were bound to be as well.

it wouldn’t be fair for the boy to attempt to light a spark, when he had no idea if he could provide the love and care to nurture that flame. so it was up to them to scold him gently and encourage him to move on.

even if he had that goofy smile on every time your mutual favourite artist came up in the car or in the dorm. the first time, his members were more than a little confused to find the reason behind his smile, because wasn’t your ex supposed to ruin things for you? but no, heeseung found himself enjoying the music just as much, if not more.

as long as he ignored the pang in his heart. as long as he hid the fact from his friends that he still followed your spotify and would routinely steal your playlists and add your liked songs to his account.

because in so many ways, the two of you were still so compatible. sometimes heeseung wondered if he would have done anything differently, if he had the opportunity to go back and change it all.

and ultimately, despite the whatever jake thought he had held heeseung back from, this was the reason he never reached out to you and messaged you. even as you still had the other’s number saved. even as neither of you had blocked the other on social media.

it was because no matter how much heeseung pondered it, he would never change his decision. he loved being an idol, singing, dancing, all too much. losing you was one of the hardest things heeseung had been through, but he could still bear it.

the same was hard to say the other way around. ultimately, it was his fault though, so he would deal with the throbs of loneliness, the ache that settled in at night when all he wanted were a certain pair of arms to settle around him and warm him inside out.

this morning, heeseung has not thought about you yet. of course, considering patterns, it is only a matter of time. (perhaps when jungwon mentions trying out a dessert that had been your favourite, or when jay shows him a cologne he just bought and heeseung remembers you saying this was the perfect scent for him. perhaps later.)

heeseung goes through his morning routine, unbeknownst to the fact that his phone is flashing with a contact name that has not graced his phone screen in years, even as he did not have the heart to change it. he remains unsuspecting of a second attempt, this time the phone’s screen catching the attention of a nearby jay.

his eyes widen, knowing who it is, and as much as he wants to swipe the “ missed call ” notification and leave heeseung none the wiser at your attempts to call him, he refrains. this decision is heeeung’s and his alone.

jay didn’t have to worry, however.

when heeseung comes out of the shower and checks his phone, his eyes widen, and the device almost slips from his grasp. his fingers tremble slightly. heeseung stares at the phone for a long, long time.

he gets up, walks around, and then comes back to it and sits down. he waits, and waits, and waits.

another call doesn’t arrive. the message is clear– the ball is in his court, and whatever this is, is up to him. 

heeseung inhales,

and he swipes the notification away. he leaves the ball on the floor and walks away from the court.

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